Chapter 6
Chapter
Six
Masak
I'd never met a woman so profoundly magnificent before.
I'd never let a woman other than my mother and my sister near my core before, and now I knew why I had been so reluctant to the point that my sister would joke about how I was too picky, though that joke was always accompanied with praise for my selectiveness.
It was important to be cautious. Even so, I could have found someone from within my species to free me from my shell lock, someone who was well-trusted, known enough by others to be certain that she wouldn't be a trap laid by a Calcilum to prey upon my vulnerable state and enslave me as they had done countless others.
I'd waited all this time because I hadn't met Beth yet.
She was bright and vibrant, her mind as colorful as her clothing, with dark and light shades lying next to each other, enhancing the power of her thoughts with the contrast between them.
It wasn't just that I was able to look into every detail of her life and know that she was a safe person to get close to, it was because of the type of woman she was right here, right now, putting her hand on my chest, a touch that felt like it was out of a fever dream, bringing sparks of awareness back into a form I had locked away in the center of me.
Beth wanted. She needed.
She had an entire story built in her head of who we could be together, how her life would fit into mine, and what she saw was beautiful.
Her words painted a future I hadn't quite been able to envision on my own before I met her, a path that led to a type of happiness that, now that I knew existed, I couldn't imagine a life without it.
I wanted her. I needed her.
"Touch me," I demanded, and I used my soft grip on her hand to pull her palm over to my prone body.
I slid my tendrils back, out of the way, leaving the full extent of me on display.
I placed her palm on my hip, close to my mating appendage.
It was erect and ready. It had been from the first moment she flirted with me, an urge that plagued the back of my mind.
Right now, I was vulnerable and exposed to her, but she was also within my power.
I could lift her up, strip her clothes off, spread her legs, and slam her down on me. I could take her in every way possible.
I wanted what she wanted. I needed what she needed.
I let go of her hand and contented myself with snaking a filament up through the wide opening of her flowy pant leg, sliding up her inner thigh and heading straight back to the warm, wet slit that guarded the entrance to her inner sanctum.
I caressed her, stroking and rubbing as her knees buckled and she caught herself, both hands going to rest on my body, one of them landing on my thigh.
"Oh fuck," she gasped.
She didn't remain incapacitated by my touch for long.
"Two can play at that game," she growled as I slithered around the nub of her pleasure, waiting to tease out another warm gush of her arousal as I probed at her folds, pressing towards her wet opening.
Her hand reached out and closed around my mating appendage, gripping it firmly near the base.
Then she bent over the table and wrapped her lips around me, the wet heat of her mouth sending shockwaves through my awareness.
I sank into her as I cried out, and she moaned, the vibrations of her voice sending shivers of echoing pleasure through me, the succulent depth of her channel wrapping around my filament as her mouth sucked and dragged with equal vigor on my inert body.
If she kept going like that, I was going to spill into her eager mouth.
I reached out, wrapping filaments into her hair and pulling her up and off me gently, even as I continued to pump in and out of her wet depth, enjoying the slick sounds of her arousal coating my filament.
She let out a whine of protest, reaching out for my body with both hands, even as I pulled her out of reach, sliding filaments up inside her clothing where I could touch the bare skin of her, caress every inch of her soft, plump body.
"Not your mouth," I managed to get out as I thrust into her, emphasizing my words with the clear demands of my touch. "I need to be in here when I release. I need to breed you."
"Clothes," she said, resorting to short, one-word commands. "Off."
I obliged.
I wrapped around her waist, lifting her up in the air so I could pull her silken shirt up off over her head and her trousers and underwear down off her legs at the same time, pulling out of her channel just long enough to maneuver her clothing way from her bare, luscious body before I plunged back into her, partially lifting her with the urgent strokes of my filament as I took in the gorgeous visage of the fleshy folds of her naked body.
She was so beautiful, so plump and shapely, with a body ripe and full in all directions.
It was going to be my first time with her, and I didn't know if I had the stamina to hold in my seed for long.
I wanted to make sure she was cascading off the edge of another pinnacle before I seated myself deep inside her.
She thrashed in my grip.
"Let me go!" she demanded as she fought against the restraint where I had her suspended, up in the air next to my body, ready to set her down where I needed her.
Sudden horror filled me as I lowered her down and put her feet on the floor, unwrapping my filaments from her limbs. I withdrew the one I had been thrusting inside her, pulling back with everything as I fully released her.
Had I made a mistake in understanding? Did she not want this? Had I done something wrong?
She let out a growl and climbed up on the table. She straddled my body, her hips hovering up in the air over the pointed tip of my maleness, ready to pierce deep into her wanton depths. Instead, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine.
Softness.
The sensation of the touch was delicate, like the silken edge of a flower petal.
I could feel it, and I wanted so much to tense my lips, to run my hand through her hair as I dragged her closer, to touch her and taste her and take her with my own arms. A tremble ran through me, a tingling as the prickling of awareness flooded into my unused limbs.
Her lips broke away from mine as she reached down between her legs, gripping my length.
She lined it up and sank down.
My body was on fire, alit from within as every nerve in my system fired with the powerful ache to take, to breed. She sank down all the way, her head tilting back as her body came flush with mine, and I felt the slight pressure on the tip of me, the edge of internal resistance within her.
Then I realized I was looking at her, not with my optics, but with eyes that had opened to the sight of her sliding onto me.
I sat up, muscles tensing as I reached out with arms and hands, wrapping them around her as her face snapped back down to mine with wide-open eyes of delight, and then I was kissing her back, my lips capturing hers as my fingers ran up her back.
I lifted us up in the air with my neurofilaments so I could angle myself inside of her, pulling back and thrusting back into her, one hand sliding down to her lower back as my filaments gripped her ankles, as I slipped my tongue between her lips and tasted her with new senses.
She was everything. Her inner muscles clenched around me, and I pounded into her, the wet slap of her flesh a counterpoint to my primal excitement of having, of taking, of being in her, raw and unprotected, my heart bound up in every part of her, every piece of her mind that made her beautiful.
Her hands were clawing at my back, her hips rocking in time with mine in an eager dance as she bit my lip and moaned my name.
Her channel sucked at me, quivering and clutching with urgent demands as her cries grew louder, and I lost myself.
I thrust into her and exploded, filling her with everything, painting her crevasse with my heart, soul, and body.
We stayed there like that, suspended in the air, me pressed deep inside her.
I stroked her back, feeling the quivers of her muscles, her breath fast and heavy as she clung to me, but I didn't try to withdraw.
Instead, I tilted us, angling her slightly downward in alignment with my artificial gravity so that my seed would slide even deeper into her.
I kissed her again, following the movement of her lips with my own, reveling in the sensation, the closeness of the touch.
She was mine. I was never letting her go.
I would fill her days with such joy that even the thought of leaving me would shatter her.
"I'm not letting you leave here until my seed has taken root," I murmured, letting the darkness of my thoughts spill free, as I gripped her hips a little tighter, keeping myself wedged in between her legs.
She let out a soft laugh as she ran her hands up my back, feeling where my neurofilaments connected with my head, running her fingers in and out of the many strands that wove up the being that was me.
"Good," she said, her tone amused but brooking no argument. "Except I'm meeting my friends for breakfast, so you're going to let me take a shower and go to them, or they will grab machetes and slice their way in here. You can grab me again after."
I smiled at her, admiring the way her own smile crinkled the corners of her eyes, leaving behind small lines that didn't quite fade when the smile was gone.
"Is that a promise?" I asked.
"It's a commitment," she said, then wrapped her arms around the back of my neck, dragging me close for another kiss.
I melted into her, the hard lines of my body fitting perfectly along the soft curves of hers, as we floated through space at the start of our journey together.