Chapter 7
As the airbus reached Curra, it slowly descended toward the quarried, red stone street. Around each stone, a short, spongy blue and green moss grew that gave the street an elegant overgrown look. Old, winding trees dotted the sides with hanging vines floating above as they drifted up the shaded street. Large creeping flowers of all colors mottled their trunks and begged passersby to admire their beauty. Some family residences could be seen from the street, some were hidden away behind trained plant life; some were large homes, some were smaller. Most of the homes along her street belonged to old bloodlines though. Her neighborhood was considered a part of the historical holdings in Curra. Her father’s family had been one of the original settlers of the territory.
Lu spotted an old neighbor and his partner taking an evening stroll. She thought to wave, but then remembered they wouldn’t be able to see her. “That’s mister Wan and his mate, Para,” she informed Soren. “They’re a sweet old couple.”
The airbus slowly curved to the right as they reached the entrance to her home. The drive was a single lane of pearly white pebbles leading up to the sprawl of her family’s off-white, stone residence. Calf high waxy leafed shrubs with yellow flowers dotted the drive and large buzzing insects flitted from bush to bush. Cream colored arches reached across the drive with more of the green vines creeping up and over to hang above them, sweating a sap that could be collected for moisturizer.
“Oh look!” she tapped Soren’s knee repeatedly as she leaned forward. Her parents were outside on one of the terraces toward the back corner, near where the driveway ended at the side of the residence. Once they hedged closer, she saw her father look up and notice company was arriving.
“Coordinates reached,” the speakers beeped when the airbus came to a halt and the lights along the roof hazed on.
Lu stood up and opened the door. She hopped off the craft easily, and the crunch of the pebbles under her feet was a welcome sound. Her fingers curled and waved at her father when his grin threatened to be permanently plastered to his face. He hurried toward her, his airy emerald robe flowing behind him.
“Lass!” he roared, pulling her up into a bear hug that constricted the air from her lungs as he swung her around. Lu’s own arms squeezed his neck and at that moment she was thankful to have survived the Treps. “Ahh, you’re finally home.” One last squeeze and he set her back on the ground.
“One of these days, you’re going to snap her in half Angus,” Nova, her mother, batted him away so she could hug her next. She was a few inches shorter than Lu, landing at five foot nothin’. Her parents made an odd pair; her father was six and a half feet tall, burly and gruff with laughing blue eyes and curly red hair that was turning white along his temples. Kind of gave him an air of sophistication. Her mother on the other hand had a burnt caramel skin tone a few shades darker than Lu’s, thick and black straight hair that was swept back and shone in the sun, hanging to her waist. She was plump and dainty with coal eyes, and always getting after her father to act proper. He always responded by flipping her over his shoulder, carrying her around like a caveman until she gave in and laughed, if only to be put down.
“Hey mama,” Lucia sighed, hugging the tiny woman with less gusto so as not to break her. When Nova stilled and gasped, Lu pulled away and followed her gaze to Soren. He was standing outside of the craft, looking all around him with that same wide-eyed wonder she’d been getting used to. She felt herself smiling.
“Mama, dad,” she addressed them as she approached Soren and tugged on his hand, pulling him out of his observation. “This is my friend, Soren.” Her smile froze on her lips as she waited for them to breathe. “He’ll be staying with us for a while.”
“Oh dear,” Nova finally exhaled, her hand fluttering to her throat when Soren grinned at her, flashing his mouthful of white, dangerous teeth. The sight of it didn’t disturb Lucia as it once did. After a week of being alone in space with him, it was hard to imagine he’d harm another person. Though all lome’s should be very, very wary of him.
“Hello,” Soren tilted his head in greeting to both of her parents. “Your home is beautiful.”
D’aww, he’s making conversation!
Down girl.
Her father was the first one to get over his shock. “Thank you. We are proud to live here.”
The silence stretched on as her mother just stared and stared, Soren staring back. Angus eventually nudged his mate and she blinked repeatedly, like she was just realizing she’d been the one acting improperly. She was a social butterfly and very adept at carrying a conversation with the smallest input. Lu considered it a talent she had no patience to learn.
“Just a friend?” she squawked, and then in a softer tone, “Honey, it would be rude to show up with another male when Quinton has made his intentions for partnership with you known.”
And there it is.
“My god, mama,” Lucia moaned and dropped Soren’s hand to toss her arms in the air. “I literally haven’t even been back five minutes and you’re bringing partnership up and with that idiot, no less!”
Angus sighed.
“Well excuse me that I care for your wellbeing,” she huffed indignantly. “Everyone is waiting for the announcement of your intentions.”
“I already told Quinton no. I will not partner with him,” Lucia’s brow was raised and wrinkled, a mix between incredulity and frustration. “He’s a spoiled brat who simply wants another possession and it will not be me! I didn’t break things off with him for lack of reason.”
“But people will talk, Lucia, once they see you’ve brought another male home when Quinton has made his intentions very clear!” Nova stomped her dainty foot in a very unladylike way.
“So let them talk! I’m happy to give those old bags something to crow about!” Lucia stomped her own foot, mimicking her mother.
Angus choked and Nova glared up at him. “You encouraged this! She’s too willful and stubborn!”
“Now, Nova-”
“Don’t Nova me, Angus!” she shoved a finger in his chest. “I told you this would happen.” And with that, her mother turned and stomped off with Angus trailing behind, trying to reason with her. Lucia just couldn’t believe she’d done that. It was a new record. Lu hadn’t even left the drive before she’d brought up partnership.
“My presence causes you trouble?” Soren looked down at Lucia, conflicted.
“No,” Lucia turned to him and repeated it again quietly. Her fingers found their way to Soren’s jaw as she rubbed him and scratched under his chin and along his neck, some of her frustration ebbing away at the sound of his loud purring. “I want you here. My mother is worrying over things she doesn’t need to worry about. You’ll get used to it too. She means well.”
What had Quin been telling people? Questions circled her tired brain but they were interrupted by high pitched squeals tumbling down the drive toward her. She pulled her hands from Soren and grinned at his grunt of annoyance that she wasn’t still scratching him.
“Lulu! Lulu! WHOAAAAAA!” her little nephew sighed in awe of Soren. Lucia bent down to pick him up in a fit of hugs and kisses but he was much too interested in the strange alien. “It’s blue,” he whispered, eyes the size of plates.
“Yes, he is blue,” she corrected. “Zan, meet my friend Soren. Soren, this is my nephew Zan.”
“Hello, Zan,” Soren nodded and smiled without showing any teeth. He must be realizing people are nervous around sharp teeth.
“Hi,” Zan peeped and just continued to stare. After a moment, Soren turned to pick up the basket from the airbus and began to follow Lucia as she carried Zan in her arms toward the side entrance of the house. The glass paned door led into the large, blue and white mosaic floored kitchen where she found the rest of her family. Her dad’s parents were sitting at a small table near the wall of windows overlooking the back terrace, playing a word puzzle and drinking tea. Her sister was chopping vegetables on one side of the stone island while her partner sat on a stool across from her, tapping on a glass tablet.
Everyone quieted.
“Mama, Lulu brought home an ALIUM!” Zan yelled, startling everyone and wiggling out of Lucia’s arms. “His name is Soren and he’s blue!”
Lucia shook her head, turning to usher Soren inside before closing the door. The arched doorways in the Herana residence would fit him perfectly. He didn’t even have to duck.
“So that’s why mom stormed through here a few minutes ago,” her sister, Frellie, smirked as she continued to chop the vegetables. “Should I start calling you Ryla now?”
Lucia scowled at her and popped a piece of the chopped vegetable in her mouth and opened the door to the cold box. She grabbed a couple fruit flavored beverages and popped their tops. Everyone was just waiting for her to say something while splitting their glances between her and Soren.
“Even if it was like that,” Lucia motioned for Soren to follow her to the other side of the kitchen. “I don’t see how it matters.”
“I’m sure Quin will think otherwise,” she taunted.
Lucia nearly growled. “Quin can eat a dick!” she yelled over her shoulder before disappearing into the hall with Soren. She heard Frellie’s partner honk with laughter before Zan started asking if he could have an ‘alium’ too.
Why does everyone care what Quin thinks? Lucia went round and round in her head as she traveled the open, wide halls. The halls connected the wings of the residence together and met in the middle for the common part of the home that held the den and entertaining area for gatherings. It led to the middle of the main terrace in the back of the house as well, which also held the large garden.
A breeze blew and the sheer curtains that covered open archways of the hall billowed on the waves of hot air. The evening birds and insects began their nightly lullaby as the last streaks of dark gold, purple and orange began to fade into the pitch of night. Dor Nye’s four white and blue moons were already visible, large and decorating the night sky. She was happy to be home, even if it was strained.
The west wing of the residence was smaller than the others, but it was perfect for Lucia, since it was just her. Upon opening the double glass paned doors, the sensor solar lights along the tops of the walls illuminated the large main room of her wing. The polished stone floor was littered with freshly beaten rugs in rich colors and intricate patterns. A projector screen sat on the far wall where overstuffed couches and poufs were arranged around a low laying table. Three arched doorways draped in curtains led off both sides of the main room; two on the right, one on the left. The left led to her bedroom while the others led to her study and a cleansing room. She told Soren this information and showed him around.
“Loo-Sha?” He finally said when she plopped down on the couch beside him, after having filled the bath pool.
“Yes Soren?”
“Why have we not spoken about the night of the festival?”
Immediately writhing bodies and soul shaking orgasms assaulted her brain. Before she could control herself, a gush of wetness flooded her pussy, causing her to slam her thighs together in a knee-jerk reaction. Her jaw slackened and she bit her bottom lip to stifle any kind of sound when Soren scented the air. On cue his pupils dilated and his expression turned hungry.
Don’t look down, don’t look down, don’t look down.
Her eyes looked down and regret washed over her in a deafening wave. The fabric of his spacesuit was straining against his growing erection and her gaze only made it worse. It twitched and swelled further as she watched it. Like lightning, Soren’s hands shot out and maneuvered her body so quickly, she didn’t register what was happening until he was hovering over as she lay along the couch. Her thighs were painfully spread as he pinned her with his hips and the weight of his body. When she made a grunt of protest, he growled and the zipper was deftly pulled until her chest and stomach were exposed.
“Soren!” she tried to chastise him but it came out as a moan. When his hand lay over her right breast, her spine arched and the nipple pinched into a hardened nub that seemed to shoot electric jolts straight to her cunt. The sound that bubbled forth from her throat caused Soren to jerk his hips and groan. Lucia’s muscles tightened at the impact and her breath went out in a rush.
She heard another zipper and felt the moment her pussy was exposed to the air. Looking down, she saw his freed, massive cock oozing green pre come that dribbled onto the creamy skin of her belly. Her hands reached up to push against his chest, but he was like a wall of stone. Her touch only seemed to excite him further and his hips humped again, the base of his cock rubbing against her clit. Lucia threw back her head and saw stars spark her vision. When Soren pinched her hardened nipple between his fingers, Lucia’s throat worked and she yowled as her pussy squeezed and shuttered while her body hummed so hard she visibly shook with the force of it. Just as she was cresting, Soren pulled back and the head of his cock shoved against her clenching cunt.
He didn’t ease in that time, but shoved so hard they slid further up the couch. The sheer assault of her unfinished orgasm and being filled beyond belief had Lucia spiraling again. When Soren withdrew just enough to slam back in, the protruding veins in his cock rubbed along the right spot again and again. His hand clamped down on the back of the couch and another on her shoulder to keep her in place as he pummeled her pussy. All of that happened in a matter of seconds and Lucia clenched around him as she sucked in air so harshly while she came a second time that it turned into a jittery scream that shook her frame and made it sound like she was seizing. When Soren’s never-ending growl rolled into a bone shattering roar, she vaguely heard a crash and they both rolled off the couch with Lucia entrapped in his arms again.
She lay panting atop his heaving chest, eyelids fluttering while she tried not to black out. Then the most horrible thing happened.
“Lucia?” her parents yelled simultaneously.
Lucia’s head shot up like she’d been doused in cold water. She scrambled to get to her feet and collapsed back on Soren when her wobbly legs gave out. She was covered in green come from the belly down and more spurted from between her legs with each attempt to stand. “Don’t come in!” she screeched, but it was too late. She could hear her parent’s footsteps as they rushed through the doors. At the last minute, Lucia reached for the small blanket that sat on the couch and tried her best to cover herself and Soren.
“Oh!” her mother startled, looking between where she was sprawled across Soren, barely covering all the exposed parts of their bodies and the trail of green slime that started on the couch and led to the floor beside them.
Kill me now!
“Mama, please leave!” she cried, face a scarlet red while she was still trying to catch her breath. She couldn’t imagine what she even looked like.
“We heard you scream,” Angus rushed to his mates’ side and Lucia was positive she was experiencing heart failure as her chest clenched.
“Get out! Get out!” she yelled in embarrassment. “I’m fine, now please leave!”
The moment the realization of what was really going on, registered on Angus’ face and he turned as red as Lucia imagined she looked. He turned and rushed a still gaping Nova across the room. “We’re sorry lass,” Angus said without looking back. “I’ve set an old robe of mine on the table for Soren, for the party.”
The doors clicked shut.
Lucia looked down at Soren, and when his lips slowly curved up into a smile she groaned and collapsed against his chest.
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Her pheromones are so potent, I cannot stand it.
Soren’s mind was a haze as he lay there on the floor beneath Lucia. He’d been trying not to think about her scent and her body and the way he reacted to her, all week. Being confined in the ship was torture. Her scent permeated every space of breathable air. Everywhere he went the air vents pumped her pheromones, taunting him. It was painful and exhilarating.
A tremor rolled up his body as he felt Lucia’s body leaking fluids back onto him while she lay atop his chest. He couldn’t believe he’d lost control again.
I am a monster, he agonized.
The conflicting emotions assaulting him were just too much. All at once, he wanted Lucia again and he wanted to run for his life in the opposite direction.
This is too strange.