Atem’s Darkest Day
Atem’s Darkest Day
Peony
“I miss my baby!”
The whiny plea echoed in the quiet room as Peony flopped her arms out to her sides.
She was lying on the ground, legs sticking up, resting against the bed in her hotel room, staring at the ceiling.
It was a strange position, but she was too focused on her feelings to care.
The stunning view of the lake here in Geneva just outside the window meant nothing in comparison to the longing for her offspring.
Soft chuckling echoed over her head as Atem stepped into the light, looking down at her with an indulgent smile. A towel was wrapped around his waist, his delicious body dripping, hair still soaking wet, from his shower, the steam of which filled the air.
“Patience, vi Seerin,” he said calmly. “We’ll see him again soon.”
“I can see your dick from this angle,” she grinned, stretching her head so she could get a better peek under the towel. He was soft right now, but even as she watched, the flesh twitched as if thinking about rising for her.
“Want it?” He asked, that delicious growl in his voice.
In response, she opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, straightening her neck as if to make a straight tube for him to fuck.
He chuckled again, leaning over. He slid his hands under her arms and, with no more effort than she put into picking up a pair of shoes, he lifted her off the ground and back on her feet.
The sudden inversion made her groan as blood rushed out of her head, but that just gave her an excuse to lean back against him.
He nibbled a bit on her neck making her groan in delight, tilting her head to give him better access.
He knew now that she didn’t mind the thought of him biting her, but there was still a big block in his mind about doing it to her.
He just couldn’t bring himself to hurt her, and she wasn’t going to push him.
But she still enjoyed it when he teased. Threatening a bite without ever piercing her skin with those sharp fangs.
“Atem,” she moaned gently.
He licked her neck in response, up to her ear, before gently nipping at the soft lobe.
“You’re trying to distract me from missing my baby.”
“Is it working?”
She turned, fixing him with a severe look. “Atem.”
“Yes?” He smiled, hands resting on her hips, grinding her against his hardened cock. Trying to distract her again.
“How come you don’t miss Viktor?”
“You think I don’t?”
Her eyes narrowed as she carefully studied his face. “I think you do. I think you miss him a lot. You’re just trying to pretend like you’re okay with it.”
“Peony.”
“It’s okay to be sad about missing him, you know,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and embracing him tightly.
“You already miss him, vi Seerin. You don’t need to carry my grief as well.”
“We’re mates, Atem. We carry each other’s grief.”
“I’m alright, Peony.”
No, he wasn’t. But when she pulled back and looked him in the eye, he just smiled at her. He was being strong for her, and she couldn’t help the bite of guilt.
“Don’t be sad for me,” he said softly, pushing her hair back. “I do miss our son. I miss Temnavi. I miss home. But I’ll see them all again. I’m alright.”
“Atem…”
“We have a meeting with that news crew in an hour,” he reminded her, pulling back. “You still have to get ready.”
She pouted but let the topic go. “Do we have to?”
He only grinned as he padded over to their dresser. Peony watched him for a moment before rushing over and leaping. Atem was ready, he always was, turning and catching her up in his arms as she laughed, grabbing his face and kissing him eagerly.
She never got tired of her alien mate. Having him here on Earth was a bit of a surreal experience, and she couldn’t wait to return home to Turv, but being able to show him where she came from was exciting in its own way.
Still, despite that, she was eager to get back to the Stor, to her baby, to their home. And she knew, even though he didn’t show it, that he did too.
She wanted to ease some of that burden for him. And if this was the only way to do it, then she was eager to sacrifice herself to his cock’s pleasure.
“You’re going to make us late,” Atem said into their kiss as she ran her fingers through his soaking wet hair. He was dripping everywhere, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
“We’re the guests of honor here. They wait on us.”
He laughed against her mouth as he squeezed her ass with both hands, grinding her against his stiff cock. Completely unconcerned about any interviews. Making her laugh.
He fucked her against the wall.
And they were late.
***
That night, after another slew of interviews, photo ops, and Peony stealing as many kisses as possible behind the scenes, she was back in bed with Atem in their hotel room.
Resting against his chest, enjoying the slow rise and fall and the three toned beat of his heart.
He was sleeping deeply since she had spent the better part of an hour edging him with her mouth until he lost control and pounded her into the bed.
She still ached between her thighs, dripping his seed from her pussy.
Another great day on Earth. The others were all off having vacations in various parts of the world, seeing family, enjoying their honeymoon, but she couldn’t imagine a place she would rather be than right here.
Which was probably why she was still awake, just luxuriating in the joy of the moment as she watched Atem sleep.
Her love. Her world. Her mate.
She smiled, eyes closing as she let out a hum of contentment. Not really going to sleep, but just enjoying the moment with her whole body.
It was quiet.
Peaceful.
That’s probably why the distant sound of a door opening made her eyes snap open.
No one should be on this floor. The others were all gone. Their security knew better than to come into their rooms. The only time housekeeping came up here was if they summoned them.
Sitting up slowly, she listened without breathing.
Nothing.
Silence.
There! Again!
Her heart pounded as she realized that was their door. The one that led into their suite.
Turning, she patted Atem’s chest rapidly.
“Atem. Get up!” She whispered fervently.
He was awake immediately. Tense. He immediately looked at her, silent but sensing something wrong.
Her mouth moved up and down, but nothing came out. Eventually, she just pointed towards the door with a panicked whimper.
Was someone in their room? Were they right behind the door?!
Atem’s jaw clenched. Then, he was up. Peony in his arms. He deposited her in a corner, one that shared a wall with the door. He put a finger to her lips, silently urging her to be quiet. She nodded, belly twisted up in fear.
Atem’s senses were better than hers. Did he just trust what she was saying, or did he actually hear something out there?
She pressed herself further into the corner.
Hands over her mouth. Staring, wide eyed, into the dimness of the darkened room as Atem vanished amongst the shadows.
His camouflage so perfect she couldn’t even see the shine of his eyes.
She only knew he was standing beside the door because she had watched him back up to that spot.
He waited. Still. Unmoving.
The door was kicked in. Her shriek of fear was swallowed up by the hail fire of bullets that ripped into their bed, shredding the bedding and pillows in an explosion of cotton and fabric.
But just as quickly as it started, it was cut off with another scream. This time from a male. One of pain and horror. It was quickly silenced by a wet crack. Then a crash.
Peony wasn’t breathing anymore. But the door was open.
Though it was dark, she could hear the difference.
And she could hear movement in the room beyond.
Men calling out. First, powerful commands to show themselves and to surrender.
Harsh barking directions. Then, progressively, more fearful and less comprehensive as more wet cracks and pained screams echoed from beyond.
Peony couldn’t see her mate. She hadn’t seen or heard him move. But she knew Atem was beyond, destroying these men that had come to attack her.
Where was their security team?!
The last man stopped yelling. There was a beat of silence followed by a disgusted grunt followed by rapid spitting. She recognized that voice.
“Atem?” She called out, concerned.
“It’s okay, vi Seerin,” he said, his voice odd. “They’re dead.”
Cautiously, she stood and smacked along the wall until she found the light switch.
The room was bathed with eye burning illumination making her groan in discomfort.
But she forced her eyes to part just enough that she could see the dead man laying half in their bedroom.
His neck ripped out, eyes open and unseeing, blood pooled around him.
Peony grabbed her robe off the back of the nearby chair and pulled it on as she stepped delicately around him, unable to avoid getting his blood on her feet.
There was a lot more carnage waiting for her in the rest of the suite.
It looked like a team of ten men had snuck inside.
And all of them were laid out on the ground in various positions, wherever Atem had dropped them.
Standing in the middle of the death, nude body sprayed with blood, Atem was wiping quickly at his tongue, a look of disgust on his face.
“What’s wrong?” Peony asked, trying and failing to step around the bodily fluids.
“Their blood,” he grunted, voice still funny as he aggressively wiped his tongue with some napkins from the table.
Peony chuckled. “What’s wrong? Don’t like getting horny from other males?”
“Hardly the issue. Their blood is vile.” He spit on one of the corpses, disrespecting him and clearing his mouth at the same time. “It’s like a poison.”
“What? Really?” Peony blinked, surprised. Her blood was an aphrodisiac for the domini, she kind of figured that fact would apply to her whole species.
The look on Atem’s face as he aggressively cleaned his tongue said otherwise.