Chapter 17
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Lyra
Zalantha sped ahead, dodging in and out of the cars, as we left the Mesothraxians behind. My heart was racing like crazy, and my mind couldn”t cope with all these changes. Everything was getting out of hand, completely nuts.
I couldn”t believe what I”d just witnessed. Three alien reptile-like monsters just abducted my best friend, who I now knew was a secret drinker. I was still struggling to comprehend how I didn”t even know. I”d never seen him drink. There were no signs.
Perhaps Zalantha was right; maybe Charlie was a professional, functioning alcoholic.
Those words dug into my soul. Was that what I was as well?
Mom”s face flashed in my mind, and my heart dipped. I dreaded to think what was happening to her on Mesoterra. I had to find out more from Zalantha, but I was sure he”d be reluctant to tell me.
”Where are we going?” I asked.
”To the woods.”
”Why the woods?”
”So we can rest and rethink.”
”Will you tell me more about Mesoterra on the way, then? I want to know what”s happening to my Mom.”
”Trust me, you don”t. Try to focus on what you can influence.”
I knew it. He wasn”t going to let up that easily.
”Like what?” I asked, feeling agitated
”Like keeping me company and making me smile.”
I stared into his eyes and grinned nervously. He winked, smiled, and focused back on the road. I guessed I”d have to wait and be patient.
As we drove past bars with people outside sipping on cool bottles of beer and glasses of wine, my annoying, alcohol-deprived inner voice kept asking me for a drink. Part of me wanted to give in, to get sloshed and forget about the day”s mental events. Perhaps after a couple of glasses of wine, I could laugh this absurd situation off. But deep down, I knew that wouldn”t change anything. All that would happen is I”d have a hangover, with the same problem looming, and feel even worse.
I had to be strong and deal with this new experience, even if I was petrified.
Glancing at Zalantha, my heart lifted. He looked so cool and sophisticated driving along. I studied his muscular physique and could feel myself heating up. Maybe we could make the most of this alone time together.
After a short drive, we reached the woods, and Zalantha slowed down in a shady part by the river. Flashes of Al came to my mind, that first drink, how I”d kissed him for the first time, and how I”d made a fool of myself. I wondered whether my life would have been different had I never met him. I guessed, somewhere along the line, someone would have given me a drink to try. Perhaps it was just a matter of time.
Zalantha pulled up the handbrake and sighed with relief.
”I think we”re safe now. Let”s chill here and think.” He leaned back and closed his eyes as if he were about to have a nap.
”Hey,” I said, tapping his shoulder. ”You”re not sleeping now.”
”Why not?”
”I thought we had to think up a way of saving my Mom.”
”We do,” he said. ”But I can”t seem to focus.”
”Why not?”
His eyes pinged open. He turned to face me and gazed into my eyes. A warm feeling brewed in my tummy, butterflies fluttered, and my clit throbbed.
”It”s your fault,” he said, leaning towards me.
”My fault?” I said, laughing as I pointed to myself. ”What have I done?”
”Nothing, especially. Just being you drives me crazy.”
”What do you mean?” I asked, playing the innocent fool.
His gaze became even more intense, and my chest began to heat up.
”I mean, you”re distracting me, driving me crazy.”
I gulped as he reached out and ran his hand across my cheek. He stroked me, sending a shiver down my spine. My heart raced as he came closer. I stared at his mouth and wondered how his lips would feel on mine.
”Can I kiss you?”
”If it will help you get your focus back,” I said, a lump forming in my throat.
”I”m sure it will help.”
”Then what are you waiting for?”
I placed my hand on his forearm. He felt so strong, so real. He moved closer, closed his eyes, and we kissed.
As our lips met, my whole world spun with joy. I felt absolute adoration for Zalantha. I trusted him. He was what I needed to take my mind off the drink, off the poison that had consumed me until now. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and it felt so good. My pussy pulsed, and wetness seeped into my panties. I slid my hand down his front, over his smooth chest muscles, and squeezed his pecks. He moaned into my mouth and ran his fingers down the side of my neck, turning me on even more.
I leaned back, breathing hard.
”You feel so good,” I said.
”And so do you.”
He massaged my breasts firmly, sliding the tips of his finger over my erect nipples.
”Oh, Zalantha,” I mumbled. ”Take out my breasts and lick them.”
”Gladly.”
I held my hands up, and he took off my top gently. His eyes widened when he saw me in my bra.
”Wow,” he said, smirking.
”I”m glad you like them.”
”Oh, I do, very much.”
Reaching behind, I undid my bra and let it drop down. Zalantha stared at my bare breasts before leaning forwards and wrapping his mouth around my hardened nipple. He sucked hard, exciting me further.
”Oh, Zalantha, I want to feel your cock.”
”Then feel it.”
I glanced down and saw his dick poking through his shorts. I dared to reach out and placed my hand on his throbbing shaft. He pulsed under my touch.
”Holy fuck, you”re hard.”
”What do you expect, with such a fine woman before me?” he said, looking up, his mouth wet.
”Kiss me,” I said, biting my bottom lip.
We kissed again, harder this time, our tongues pressing on each other, licking each other. I couldn”t stand it any longer. I slid my hand into Zalantha”s shorts and pulled out his meaty dick. It was smooth with a purple tinge. I rubbed him up and down, coating the pre-cum from his glistening tip.
My pussy throbbed, aching for him.
”I want to feel you inside me,” I whispered.
”Not yet,” he said, smirking. ”We must be careful.”
”Always the spoilsport,” I said, pouting my lips.
”We don”t have to go all the way,” he said, placing his hand between my legs. He rubbed my pussy up and down, thumbing my clit.
”You”re wet for me.”
”Very.”
”Show me.”
As I slid down my leggings, he gazed at my soaked panties. I grabbed his dick again and squeezed. I wanted him to fuck me, to fill me up, but he was right. I was unsure if I wanted a purple baby any time soon.
”You”re so sexy,” he said, his cock throbbing in my hand. ”I want to see your face when I make you come.”
”Then make me come.”
He pulled my panties to one side and slid a finger inside my wet walls. I clenched around his thick digit, and I stroked his cock harder.
”You”re so tight,” he said, curling up. He rubbed inside, pressing perfectly on my fleshy point. I started to spasm around his finger as my orgasm approached.
I glanced down at his dick, pre-cum seeping from his crown. I wanted to taste his flavor, feel him pulsing in my mouth. I leaned forward and pushed him back in his seat.
”Hey, what are you doing?”
”Pleasuring you.”
I held his dick and moved my mouth closer. I licked his tip, and his taste exploded over my tongue.
”Oh wow,” he said, cupping my pussy again.
As he slid his finger back inside, I went down on him, sucking his crown as he pulsed and slid deep. I opened my legs as he darted his finger in and out of my spasming pussy as I reached my climax. Hearing me moan over his dick made him grow thicker.
”Careful,” he said.
”Don”t worry,” I mumbled as I came up for air. ”I want to taste you, all of you.”
I dropped down and took him back inside my mouth. He began to breathe harder and harder, rocking his hips up and down. And then, just as a wave of pleasure rocketed through me, his cock exploded in my mouth.
”Oh fuck,” he cried as he continued pumping. I took him down, tasting his alien seed.
Once he”d finished, I swallowed his load and pulled my head up.
”Wow,” he said, gazing into my eyes.
”Wow, indeed,” I said, smirking as my heart lifted.
He pulled his hand away from my wetness, and I felt shy. Then I realized that was my first sexual encounter sober for quite some time.
”Better when sober, eh?” he asked, as if reading my mind.
”How did you know?”
”I could guess.”
He pulled me close, and I rested my head on his pumped chest. For a moment, we had escaped this nightmare, lost in the joy of pleasuring each other, but now we had to face facts and deal with this issue of Mesoterra.
”What are we going to do?” I asked.
”There”s only one thing we can do,” he said. I lifted my head and looked deep into his eyes.
”What?”
”Go on a trip.”
”What sort of trip?”
”A trip to Mesoterra.”
I could tell it was difficult for him to admit this. I guessed he didn”t want to return there after escaping.
”Would you do that for my Mom?”
”I would, but not just for her. I”ll do it for you and the human race. We have to stop Mesothraxus once and for all.”
”Are you serious?”
”Deadly.”
”Okay, then, how do we do it?”
”Well, it”s kind of simple if you have a means of transport.”
”And do you?”
”I do.”
”What do you mean, like a spaceship?” I asked, expecting him to say no.
”Well, it”s more of a shuttle.” I stared into his eyes, waiting for him to laugh, but he kept a serious face. ”As much as I don”t want you to, you”d better get some clothes on,” he said, nodding to my breasts.
”Okay,” I said, chuckling as I got dressed.
Nerves rattled in my throat. Was Zalantha serious? Were we going to travel to Mesoterra on a space shuttle? I guessed I”d find out soon enough.