Chapter 14 Destiny
Destiny
The automatic doors part in front of us and my senses are immediately overwhelmed. The smell of flowers, rich and aromatic, fills my nose, and a cacophony of color fills my vision. I walk forward as if in a dream, my hand tucked securely in the crook of Khur’s massive arm.
Rolling hills covered in flowers go on as far as I can see.
Big buzzing insects hop from bloom to bloom and I chuckle a bit at the vision of Khur running from them.
Above us, the artificial sky is aquamarine, a little greener than the sky from Earth, and a bright yellow sun shines down on us.
I can even feel its warmth on my skin. There’s a gentle breeze that makes the foliage wave around us.
“Khur, it’s beautiful,” I breathe out, not able to find any other words.
“Yes, it is.”
I tear my eyes from the view to look up at the big furry alien who is quickly worming his way into my heart.
He is staring down at me like I am the only thing in the world.
Like I am the prettiest thing in the galaxy.
I want to reach up and kiss him, run my tongue along those wicked fangs, but I won’t be trying that again.
Not after the disaster of last time. The embarrassment lingers.
“This is amazing. How did they do this? These biomes are all so unique and wonderful.”
“I know a little of the science behind the artificial environment at Little Ulvand, but I’m not sure they used the same methods here. The Silfans have their own engineers.”
“And you all haven’t gotten together to share your ideas? Isn’t that what this whole place is about?”
Khur looks stunned for a minute before replying, “Why haven’t we thought of that?
That’s a great idea, Destiny. I need to mention that idea to my team leader, Josep.
In the meantime, let's look around. It’s been a long time since I’ve visited the Silfan Meadows and it looks like they’ve added to it since I was here last.”
He gestures towards a gazebo in the distance, partially hidden in a small copse of trees. Content to wander and explore, I run my free hand through the tall grasses and wildflowers as we meander through the meadows.
The gazebo is further than I realized. Distance here, similar to the Dhugaren biome, is strangely deceptive.
We walk for almost an hour before finally reaching the structure.
We pass citizens of every species as we go, many of them laid out on blankets having picnics.
The feeling of nostalgia that washes over me when I see a Silfan family pulling food from a green woven basket is tinged with a sadness that surprises me.
I thought I’d already processed the grief of the loss of Earth, but every once in a while something like a picnic basket shocks me into mourning.
It is good, though, that picnics still exist. Perhaps one day I will take Khur on one. I share my thoughts with Khur easily, telling him all about picnics, which Dhugarens did not do, which makes sense for a race from an ice planet. Not many sunny days there, I suppose.
“I didn’t think to bring a blanket.” Khur’s brow lowers. “I apologize Destiny, I wanted everything to be perfect.”
“None of that, big guy, this is perfect. I love it. It’s the best surprise.” The feeling of wanting to kiss him overcomes me again, but I just reach up and put my hand on his cheek. The gazebo is sheltered by a copse of trees and secluded enough to hide us from view.
“I want to try kissing,” he blurts out, and I know without a doubt, if Dhugarens could blush he would be bright red. For a race that doesn’t get embarrassed much, Khur sure seems to be making a habit of it.
“I…didn’t know Dhugarens kissed?” I ask tentatively. I am not going to embarrass myself again, but I am desperate to feel his lips on mine.
“I’ve recently learned about the act and I’d like to try it,” he reaches for me, his thumb brushing the apple of my cheek, “with you.”
My heart is pounding in my chest, my lips tingling with anticipation.
“Okay. Lean down here then.”
He bends slowly, his eyes wide, his lips pursed around his fangs.
I can tell he is nervous, so I stand on my tiptoes to close the distance between us and brush a soft kiss across his bottom lip.
He sucks in a breath and I take that as a good sign, pecking little kisses along his lips until I reach one of those fangs and do what I’ve been dreaming of since he rescued me from that lake.
I swipe my tongue along the sharp tooth sensually, letting my tongue tease the seam of his mouth.
Khur inhales sharply, pulling back with a wild look in his eyes.
“You licked me,” he says in shock.
“I kissed you. Sometimes kissing involves tongues.”
He looks hungrily at my mouth before diving back down and running his large tongue along my top lip.
The act is shockingly erotic and I can only imagine how that wide, thick tongue might feel in other places.
I open my mouth to him, and while our mouths may not fit together exactly, the way our tongues dance together is pure perfection.
As we kiss a fire begins to burn low in my belly, sending heat straight to the apex of my thighs. Too soon, we pull apart, both of us gasping.
“Touch me, Khur.”
Before I’ve finished whispering his name, he reaches down and scoops me up by my thighs, wrapping them around his thick waist. I hook my knees as best as I can around him and he holds me tight to him with both hands on my ass.
He squeezes my ample bottom and groans against my mouth before propping me against the high railing of the gazebo.
From where I am sitting we are almost eye level, and I can see how hot his gaze has become, turning from dark chocolate to a steaming mug of spicy cocoa. I want to drink him down like the bittersweet treat he is.
Khur keeps one hand securely on my ass, making sure I don’t fall backwards off the railing, as he kisses me deeply again.
His other hand wanders to my breast, hefting it in his hand as if he were testing the weight.
I am suddenly thrilled I decided to forgo a bra this morning because all that is between us is the rough material of my jumpsuit and it scratches my sensitive nipples perfectly.
“I have been dreaming of these since I first saw you. Can I see them? Please?” His hand wanders to the top of my jumpsuit, but stops, waiting for my permission. Something about the act of asking permission sends lightening bolts straight to my pussy.
“Yes, god yes. Please, Khur,” I pant.
I’ve never felt this turned on in my life, and we are both still fully clothed.
Khur’s eyes meet mine and he holds my gaze hostage as he slowly lowers the zipper on my jumpsuit to my belly button. My breasts push the fabric apart, revealing themselves to him, but still he keeps his eyes on mine as he slips his hand beneath the fabric and palms my bare breast. We both groan.
“So beautiful,” he whispers before closing his eyes as if steeling himself and then looking at last upon my naked chest.
He pulls the jumpsuit to the side reverently, my nipple puckering tightly in the cool air.
He brushes a knuckle over it and I almost convulse from the sparks of pleasure it sends throughout my body.
My boobs have never been anything to write home about.
They are average sized and a little uneven.
I know my ass and hips are my strengths.
But seeing Khur react to them is giving me a whole new appreciation for the things.
He’s probably never seen tits like this before.
Dhugaren women don’t have the boobs that most humans do, from what I’ve seen.
So these may be the best tits he’s ever seen, I realize, and it gives me a huge burst of confidence.
“Put your mouth on me,” I plead with him and his eyes shift from hungry to starving.
He crouches before me, keeping one hand on my lower back protectively, and runs his thick tongue from the bottom of my breast all the way to my collar bone before zeroing in on my pert nipple.
His lower fangs bite deliciously into the soft underside of my breast as he laves attention on the tip, slipping his free hand around my other breast and running the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
The buzzing feeling inside of me is building to an inferno and I can feel wetness flooding my panties.
“Khur,” I pant heavily, “kiss me.”
He raises up and presses our bodies together once more, drawing our mouths together, and I feel something impossibly huge and fucking hard pressing hard between my legs.
At first, it sends a jolt of electricity through me that has me rubbing against him wantonly, but then my melted brain catches up to my body and several things become obvious to me.
First, the hard rod I'm grinding against is probably as big and thick as my forearm. Second, I am grinding a huge alien cock.
“Wait!” I groan before I can change my mind.
My hands, which I’ve buried into the thick fur around his neck, push against his chest gently. Immediately, I am removed from the railing and standing, swaying a bit, in front of him. His hands are held out as if to catch me, but don’t make contact.
“Destiny, I apologize. I got carried away.” He looks miserable, which is a shame because his lips are swollen from kissing and it’s sexy as fuck.
Wait, no. I am supposed to be stopping this crazy sex train, not adding fuel to the fire.
I cannot fuck an alien, and obviously Khur feels the same if his miserable expression is any indication.
“Don’t apologize for kissing me ever again,” I tell him.