Chapter 10
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Zalantha
My heart raced as Lyra began to return to consciousness. The air pulsed with warmth, and the steady rise and fall of her breath against my fingertips excited me. I inhaled deeply, and a blast of lust fired into my core. The scent of Lyra, a delicate mixture of lavender and a hint of something sweet, filled my mind with naughty images. The sensation of her neck beneath my hand was delightful, prompting me to ponder how she might feel naked within my grasp.
Once she was dry and sober, I would take her and make her mine.
As she stirred, her need to return to reality became more apparent. I watched her breathing, each inhalation and exhalation a reminder of the fragility of the present moment. The weight of her problems hung in the air, but there was a raw beauty in her vulnerability. I found myself becoming inexplicably drawn to her.
Gently, I blew on her face, a subtle attempt to guide her back to the present.
”Come back, Lyra,” I whispered. Her eyes pinged open, and the confusion in her gaze slowly gave way to recognition.
”Oh God,” she cried, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. She shook off the remnants of her disorientation and scrambled back into her seat, pushing me away. ”Fuck, that was intense. Weird. Very fucking weird.”
”Don”t worry, it”s part of the process,” I assured her.
”What process?”
”Self-awareness, analysis.”
”Well, it was scary, and now I feel like shit, seeing myself like that, and my parents, and Al.” She trailed off, gazing out the window. ”He disappeared, you know.”
”Disappeared?” I asked, eager to get more of a response from her. I was beginning to realize that my connection to Lyra was evolving into something more complex. The more I learned about her, the more I was falling for her uniqueness.
”Yeah, like his sister. Well, it was actually his whole family. We became close, even kissed once or twice, but then, one day, I went to call on him, and another family was moving into his house.” Tears welled up in her eyes. ”I thought he was the one.”
”Maybe he was.”
”I guess I”ll never know.”
”Sorry, you had to experience that again.”
Instead of responding, she opened the glove box, pulled out tissues, and blew her nose. It was a cute sight.
”God, it”s stuffy in here,” she said, opening the window to get some air. ”That was the river,” she said, pointing in the distance.
”I know.”
”So you brought me here so I could remember better.”
”Exactly, and now we have to move on.”
”Where?”
”Just around, you know, remembering and analyzing.”
”I”m not sure I want to. It”s deep and scary.”
”It”ll get easier, I promise.”
”Uh-huh.” She looked at me suspiciously and started to get panicky. ”I think I”d like to drive now. I need to get back to work.”
She shuffled towards me and reached for the steering wheel.
”Not yet,” I said, placing my hand on hers. ”That gin is still in your system.”
”It”s almost worn off. Perhaps I cried out the alcohol through my eyes.”
”I”m not sure it works like that,” I said, grinning at her innovative thinking.
”I wouldn”t be so sure; my tears did taste a little lemony.”
Her cell phone rang. She fumbled about for it, and her eyes widened.
”I have to take this,” she said. ”It”s Charlie.”
”Go for it.”
She swiped the cell and held it to her ear.
”Hi, Charlie. Yeah, I”m fine; just taking a break to get some air. What do you mean, come urgently? What”s up?” She nodded as Charlie spoke, her eyes filling with horror. ”Holy fuck, fine, I”ll be there asap. Send me the address. Bye.” She placed her cell on her holder and looked at me with authority. ”I gotta go. Charlie needs me. One of our patients has lost it and is threatening to jump out his bedroom window.”
”Fine, but I”m driving.”
”What?” she said, throwing her arms about. ”Don”t be crazy. If anyone sees me in the passenger seat with the car moving, they”ll get suspicious. What if Charlie notices? How am I going to explain that a purple alien has come to show me my past and rid me of my alcohol problem.”
”So, you admit that you do have an issue?”
She glared at me, no doubt annoyed that I caught her out.
”Fine, yes, I might.”
”And do you want to fix it?”
”Is it fixable?”
”If you let me show you how.”
”Okay, okay, Mr Purple Healer. But can we get a move on? Charlie sounded in need of help, and I don”t want him to be responsible for someone”s suicidal acrobatic backflip.”
”We can, but I”m driving. You”ll have to sit here.” I nodded to my lap.
”Where?”
”On me, of course,” I said, patting my thigh.
”Ha, very funny. You think I”m that easy, that I”ll just slide on your lap while we cruise through the streets of L.A.?”
”Unless you want to get busted by the Alcohol Cops, then I suggest you cooperate, Lyra.” She looked at me and frowned. ”No one will see me. I”ll become invisible again. You”re not driving yet. It”s not safe.”
”Fine,” she said, huffing. ”But no funny business.”
I kept quiet and smiled inside as she shifted over. I leaned back and peered down as she rubbed her butt across my lap, teasing me with her fine bottom. Having her on top of me and feeling the way her buttocks sat perfectly in my lap made my balls tingle. I had to control myself, though. I had to gain her trust, not break it.
”Come on then, what are you waiting for?” she said once she”d set up the location on her GPS.
”Are you sitting comfortably?”
She turned her head and smirked.
”Actually, yes. Your thighs make for good posture.”
”Well, that”s settled then. Let”s go.”
As we drove back through the woods, the narrow path winding between the towering trees, Lyra”s hips moved from side to side, creating a new wave of fire in my gut. I had to focus on my task and not get distracted by her sexual gyrations. Damn, she was fine.
As I became my invisible self, I found solace in the rhythmic hum of the engine and the quiet communion between us. Lyra seemed lost in her thoughts, and the journey through the woods became a shared contemplation. The connection between us deepened with each passing moment as if the serenity of the forest was seeping into our souls.
I sensed that Lyra was enjoying the journey, and she relaxed until we reached a main street where more pedestrians were wandering along the sidewalk.
”Someone is going to notice I”m so high up.” She shuffled from side to side, forcing me to open my legs until she was lodged between them. My cock stiffened, and I think she noticed. ”Enjoying this, are you?”
”Perhaps.”
”I think you are. I think that”s why you”ve come to Earth, to trick women into driving in the front seat with you.”
”Trust me, this wasn”t on my plan.”
”Then what is on your plan?”
”Like I said, to help you.”
”To help me see why I drink?”
”Yeah, and help you realize you don”t need to.”
”Well, after that episode this morning and that flashback, I could do with a drink.”
”What for?”
”To help me push my awful memories away.”
”But why do you need to drink for that?”
”I dunno, just because.”
Silence loomed as we continued. Setting her mind free was going to take longer than I anticipated. Lyra was in the trap, and I had to work harder. First, though, I had to let her deal with this issue.
We arrived at the destination, and Lyra panicked.
”Now, shove over, Charlie might be lurking about.”
”Fine, thanks for the ride,” I said, slipping from under her.
”That was nothing,” she said, throwing me a glance. ”Are you waiting here?”
”Of course not. I”ll be right by your side.”
”I guess that”s better than right under my butt.”
She chuckled at her joke as she left the car and dashed up the path. I followed behind, eager to see her in action again. I was warming to her more than I”d expected.
I just hoped I had enough time to convince her before my trusted enemies caught up with me.