Boulder
“So, how was the wedding night?” Magni asked me before stuffing his mouth with a large piece of chicken.
“Good,” I said and popped a meatball in my mouth.
“Did she submit to you willingly?”
“Sort of.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“We kissed and fooled around but she didn’t want to go all the way.”
“And you gave her a choice?”
I scowled at him. “You didn’t give Laura a choice?”
“No, of course not. She’s my wife and I fought for her; I took her on our wedding night and I certainly didn’t ask for her permission.”
“Did she fight you?”
He snorted. “That would have been futile, she’s a tiny thing compared to me.”
“Are you saying that you raped her?”
“Of course not. Laura was raised properly. She gave herself to me like a proper wife should.”
I threw a meatball in the air and caught it with my mouth. “Yeah, but Christina isn’t like Laura and unless I want to scar her for life, I have to take it slow with her.”
Magni looked over at the women. “I told Laura to teach Christina about our ways, I’m sure she’s putting in a good word for you.”
I followed his gaze to the two women and hoped he was right.
When we got back to the mansion late in the afternoon, Christina wanted to take a shower so I placed guards outside her room and went to find Khan to have a word with him.
“I want to take Christina home to my place,” I said.
Khan sat in front of his chessboard and pointed to a free chair.
“I don’t wanna play.”
“Afraid of losing?” he said without looking up.
“Chess isn’t my game.”
“True, but beating you in chess is so much fun.”
“Did you hear me? I want to take my wife home.”
“I heard you,” he lifted his gaze, “but my answer is no.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m intrigued with her and I like having you both here.”
“But you hardly talk to her.”
“Ahh, and yet I learn so much from her.” The smug smile on his face made my spine tingle. It was a sure sign that Khan was up to no good. With my hands forming into fists I sank down on the chair and leaned forward. “Tell me that you’re not tapping our room?”
Khan raised his head and looked straight at me. “Of course I am,” he said without any sign of shame.
My voice rose, “You’ve heard everything?”
“And seen everything too,” he added.
I pounded my fist down on his chessboard, making all the pieces fly in the air.
Khan calmly leaned back in his seat and pointed to the board. “Look what you did, Boulder.”
“You have no right to invade my privacy like that.”
“Do not tell me what I can or cannot do,” he said in a hard tone. “You’re my friend but I will not tolerate you dictating to me.”
“Nor will I tolerate you spying on me. On us!”
“You have nothing to be ashamed of. I think you’re doing a decent job of seducing her. Your wedding night was entertaining.”
I exploded and knocked the table aside, grabbing onto his collar with both hands and staring him straight in the eye. “You fucking asshole.”
Khan arched a brow and remained calm. “Let go, Boulder, or you’ll be sorry.”
I pushed back from him, growling in frustration. The man was a clever bastard with too much power, and I should have known he would do something like this.
“And the bathroom? Have you seen her naked too?”
He nodded and got up to stand behind his chair. “She’s a beautiful woman.”
Rage filled me and I wanted to kill him for having seen my wife fully naked. Even I hadn’t seen Christina that vulnerable.
“Relax, look at the bright side – I could have insisted on her marrying me to study her up close. Instead I gave you the honor. Wasn’t last night nice?”
My jaw was clenched and I had nothing kind to say to him.
“So you see, I want you to stay here so I can continue to keep an eye on her and learn more about the Motherlands.”
I crossed my arms, “Why don’t you just fucking ask her what you want to know?”
“Because you’re doing such a good job at it.” He smiled.
“I’ll tell her.”
“No, you won’t.” Khan tilted his head. “Defying your ruler never ends well, and I’m sure that once you’ve calmed down, you’ll see that you’re completely overreacting.”
“How many have seen us?”
“Only me.”
I spun around and stomped toward the door.
“Better luck with tonight. I hope she lets you undress her,” he called after me and I replied by flipping him a finger. I could hear him laughing as I left the room.
Christina
Boulder was in a bad mood when he came back.
I was dressed and ready to go down for dinner, but he told me that he didn’t feel like it.
“It’s okay, I can go by myself,” I said but he insisted that we order some food to our room.
Half an hour later a large tray arrived with wild mushroom risotto and freshly baked bread for me and a large steak with a baked potato and salad for him.
“Doesn’t it bother you that an animal had to die for you to eat?” I asked.
“It’s natural.”
“How is it natural?” I asked, provoked by his lack of conscience.
Boulder pointed his knife at the window. “Why don’t you go and ask the bird why it eats worms, or ask the wolf why it eats cute little rabbits.”
“They don’t know any better,” I said with a frown. “They don’t have a conscience, but you should have.”
“How the hell would you know anything about how animals feel or think?”
“I know they don’t feel sorry for killing another species.”
“Exactly – because it’s called nature. We’re part of nature too and for thousands of years we’ve hunted and eaten animals. Nothing new about it, nothing wrong about it.” Boulder took another bite.
“It’s a crime in the Motherlands.”
“I know, you told me so the first time you saw me eat meat, but you Momsies are all softies and you don’t know what you’re missing out on.”
“We still get the taste of meat. Ours is just grown in laboratories and no animal had to die for it.”
“Are you done?” He gave me a hard stare. “I’m trying to enjoy my steak here, and this deer tasted excellent until you started ruining my appetite with talk about laboratory meat. That’s just disgusting.”
“You seem very tense.”
“Yeah, well, maybe I am.”
“You can tell me if I’m getting on your nerves or something,” I said, trying to figure out what I’d said wrong.
“It’s not you.”
“Then what is it?”
“I want to go home and take you with me but Khan denied my request.”
“Oh, I see.” I put down my fork. “Where do you live?”
“I own an island west of here. It’s called Victoria Island and I have it all to myself, except for a few staff members.”
“Is it far?”
“About fifteen minutes in the hybrid.”
“And why did Khan want us to stay?”
I got no reply and went back to eating my risotto.
Boulder was quiet. He seemed to have a lot on his mind and kept scowling around the room.
Tired from a long day of digging I went to bed early, bringing my reader, and continued my novel, Pride and Prejudice.
Boulder chose to watch a movie and put on his movie glasses and earpiece while stretching out on the supporter.
“What are you watching?” I asked.
“What?” He pulled out an earpiece and popped the glasses up on his forehead.
“What are you watching?” I asked again.
“Oh, just an old movie.”
“What is it about?”
“War.”
I scrunched my face, “That doesn’t sound very nice.”
“I like it.” He grinned. “Lots of blood and gory details, it’s cool. But you know what always amuses me in these old movies?”
“What?”
“The fact that every time our ancestors envisioned the future and made a movie about it, like this one” – he pointed to the glasses – “the future was either a complete hell with burned-down ruins or something super boring and sleek.”
I nodded. “I know, Kya and I talked about that too. It’s always so clinical and colorless, as if we wouldn’t appreciate art and colors as much as the generations before us.”
“In this movie everyone wears white and walks like they’re cyborgs or something. And their food is these disgusting packages of optimized nutrients. Who the hell would want to live like that?”
I smiled. “Not me.”
“You know what’s also completely unrealistic?”
“What?”
“There isn’t a piece of trash anywhere. It’s hysterical.”
I frowned. “Well, actually, we do keep our streets very clean in the Motherlands. At least where I live.”
“Yeah, all right, but what about your homes? Don’t people have messes at home?”
“Of course, Kya and I aren’t the tidiest of people, but she says it’s what makes our apartment cozy.” I pointed to his forehead with the glasses. “You get back to your movie; I’ll be quiet now.”
“It’s okay, I’ve seen it at least ten times.” He put the glasses back on, and soon his head was moving around and I knew he was taking in the virtual reality the movie offered. “It’s one of my favorites because of the cool visual effects,” he said and when two minutes later he raised both hands defensively I figured someone was attacking and sighed. Movies like that were disturbing and could cause emotional distress, but of course, he wouldn’t listen when I told him that.
My eyes drifted to the cabinet with the antique books. What had happened between us yesterday was playing in my mind and curiosity was making me come up with arguments to justify why skimming one of those books would be all right.
1: It’s not illegal in this part of the world and therefore I’m not technically breaking any laws.
2: I’m an archeologist, so studying what our ancestors considered entertainment is actually part of my job.
3: I’ve already proven that I can conduct social experiments and not succumb to emotional distress. After all, these past days have been very challenging; I’ve heard horrible language and witnessed violence up close.
4: Nothing in those books can be more damaging to my mental state than an Nman on top of me sticking his tongue in my mouth.
Without making much noise, I put my reader aside and got out of bed, tip-toeing slowly past Boulder to the cabinet. I knew exactly which book I wanted, and picked out the novel with the woman sandwiched between two men.
Like a child stealing apples, I hurried back to the bed and placed myself on my side letting my body hide the book, just in case Boulder took off his glasses to look over.
Twin Lovers, the book title read and eagerly I opened it up and started reading.
The plot had me intrigued. A woman was aboard an alien spaceship with thousands of humanoid aliens living there and two of them were trying to seduce her in any way possible.
My eyes widened when they tied her down and took control of her body until she cried out their names and begged them to fill her up.
My mind was bursting with questions and I wish I could ask the woman who wrote the book if she based this on an actual experience or was it pure fiction. Surely no woman would like to be tied down and feel powerless, and I couldn’t imagine how frightened she would have been with two men touching her.
As far as I knew humans hadn’t made contact with aliens, but it was an ongoing discussion among my colleagues as there were several witness descriptions saying otherwise. And now this. Could it be based on something real or was it just a figment of the author’s imagination?
I bit my lip and squeezed my thighs tighter when the woman surrendered to the good-looking twins in the book. They were described as large and ripped with muscles so I couldn’t help comparing them in my mind to Boulder, although the twins had fangs, which Boulder luckily didn’t.
The graphic description of the sex and the woman’s pleasure had me aroused and so completely engulfed in the story that I didn’t hear him walk up behind me.
“What are you doing?” Boulder asked in his deep masculine voice.
Flustered and embarrassed, I hid the book under the cover. “Nothing,” I lied.
Boulder’s face split in a grin and he crawled up on the bed reaching for the cover. “You’re hiding something.”
“No, I’m not.” I tried pushing him away but I might as well have pushed at the wall.
In no time, he had the book, which was still open to the page I’d been reading.
With humor in his eyes, Boulder held the book in his outstretched hand so I couldn’t take it from him and I was mortified when he read aloud, “I arched my back and opened my mouth in a silent moan when his tongue licked my pussy and sweet agony filled my body.” Boulder’s smile grew. “You call this nothing?”
“Just give it to me.” I reached for the book but he continued reading.
“‘Submit’, his brother whispered in my ear, squeezing my nipple in painful pleasure. Spreading my thighs, I signaled that I wasn’t going to fight them any longer. I was in their power and I wanted to be.
“See,” Boulder teased, “women like to be taken by men. It’s in your nature to submit to us.”
“Nonsense,” I protested.
He put the book away and focused on me instead, his eyes full of mischief when he raised his hand to my lips. “Christina,”
“Yes?”
“Say that you’ll submit to me,” he said and looked more serious than before.
“Never!”
He didn’t look away when he pulled me in for a kiss and I didn’t fight it.
“I want you, Christina,” he whispered.
I didn’t respond with anything but my kiss.
“Say that you want me too,” he coaxed.
“I like kissing you,” I admitted and allowed him to push me gently down on my back.
“Tonight you’ll let me see your body,” he said and tucked the cover over us.
“That’s not up to you,” I argued with a small smile.
Boulder rested his forehead on mine and spoke in a low voice. “Please, Christina, I want to touch your naked chest and feel a real heartbeat.”
“Maybe my breasts aren’t as perfect as what you’re used to with the sex-bots.”
He pulled back and took me in. “Don’t ever compare yourself with a sex-bot. I swear to you that I’ll love your breasts whatever the shape or the size.”
“You already know the size; you touched me yesterday.”
The way he closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath before he boldly pulled at my shirt alarmed me a bit. Boulder was determined to see my body, and I needed to know that I was safe.
“Stop!”
The word made him freeze. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re going too fast.”
Without breaking eye contact, he slowly pulled my shirt up, his hands touching my skin and his mouth opening slightly when the shirt was up to my armpits. He knew it, I knew it, my breasts were exposed and all he had to do was lower his eyes to see them for himself.
His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat for another second before his eyes dropped down to my perky breasts pointing straight up at him.
It was almost amusing to see his eyes expand and his lips lift up in a smile before he buried his head between my breasts and touched, licked, and gently nibbled at them. The sounds of wonder that he made had me laughing.
“What’s so special about breasts?” I asked and felt a surge of heat spread down my belly when he twirled his tongue around my left nipple and suckled at it.
“They are just perfect, soft, amazing…”
I was getting affected from his playing with my body and weaved my hands through his hair. This wasn’t such a bad experiment, and I was beginning to see why men and women used to do this regularly.
“Your beard tickles,” I said.
“Because your skin is so sensitive.” He smiled up at me with more mischief in his eyes, and making sure that I was still covered with the bedcover he moved lower, kissing my belly button and opening my pants.
“You promise you’ll stop if I ask you to?” I asked and received a nod as confirmation.
“Lift your butt,” he said and pulled down my pants. I had the cover over my head and was looking down at him trying to understand what he was up to. The first kiss on my inner thigh gave me an idea, and I flushed red thinking about what we had just read.
He’s not going to actually kiss me there, is he?
Boulder licked and kissed his way closer and closer to my triangle, and by now the scratching of his beard felt good.
No one should know about this when I go back home. It’s just a scientific experiment and he won’t hurt me, I convinced myself when Boulder’s fingers removed the last piece of clothing between him and my complete nakedness.