Chapter 20 Silvered Mist
Silvered Mist
It took half an hour of Mirage’s nursing and a couple of cups of tea for the Riders’ women to recover from their psionic ordeal.
After Mirage gave them the all clear, the group decided to call it a night.
‘Enough excitement for one evening,’ Selene sighed, kissing Sheba on the cheek.
‘Get settled in, honey. Mirage is sending a drone ahead to your apartment with the gear you had from your flight. I think Molan has also arranged to send Idan a duffel bag of his borrowed clothes. Go home, sleep, and we’ll chat when you’re up for it. ’
After a round of almost never-ending farewells, Idan and Sheba exited Sable HQ.
Sheba debated taking a flyer, but Idan stopped her.
‘It’s late, and the streets are emptier, it might be nice to walk back, nada?’
She agreed. ‘A little night air might be what the doctor ordered.’
The trek from Kainan’s penthouse back to Sheba’s home through the shadowed labyrinth of Eden II’s Velvet Row Borough was close to magical.
The entertainment and arts district, with its moody, intimate atmosphere, is dotted with jazz lounges featuring human, meta, and holo performers.
‘It’s where the ‘noir’ heart of the city beats loudest,’ Sheba told Idan as they strolled hand in hand together.
Their leisurely ramble through the neighborhood ended at her residence in the Ironspire Commons, which neighbored the lively nightlife suburb they’d just wandered through.
Sheba opened a weathered iron gate and led Idan up a set of narrow stairs and keyed the lock to her sanctuary.
The air inside held the scent of dried lavender and her beloved fruit berry tea.
Heat crept into her cheeks as her gaze landed on the scattered debris of her life: a discarded cardigan draped over a velvet chair, a stack of half-open nursing textbooks cluttering the kitchen island, and a stray boot abandoned in the hallway.
‘I apologize for the state of the place,’ she murmured, fumbling with the light switch. ‘When I left, I didn’t expect to be bringing a god warrior home.’
‘Woman,’ Idan rumbled, in a rich bass vibration. ‘You and I spent the last few weeks in a mountain hut with a lamb huddled at our feet for warmth. This is a palace compared to the wood floors of Lattaya. You’ve no reason to hide your life from me.’
He crossed the floor to the glass door, sliding it open to reveal the tiny balcony suspended over the city.
Sheba joined him, leaning her forearms on the cool metal railing.
The distant thrum of the maglev trains mingled with that of the sounds of jazz from a far-off shebeen.
Idan moved behind her, his chest a solid wall against her spine.
Sheba leaned into him, the heat of him shielding her from the midnight breeze. She raised a hand, her finger tracing the distant horizon of the city.
‘Above us are Eden II’s twin habitation rings, which Zane and Illana helped build.
They hold all the newest entertainment quarters, but also heavenly ports and business districts, packed with the cutting-edge innovations and the latest skyscraper homes.
Further out, where the sapphire fires of the fusion reactors never dim, lies the Cobalt Fringe.
It is the industrial heart of this world, with massive refineries and docks for the star-freighters.
It is beautiful in a brutal way to watch the huge cargo ships ascend against the celestial bodies.
Then there’s the Old Quarter where the Paladians once thrived, and under the surface, the Pikani settlements deep in the caves of our moon planet. ’
She turned in his embrace, her eyes searching his. ‘It must be a lot of noise and artificial light for a man who has been living in a mountain hut and the stars.’
‘’Tis, but with you by my side and in my arms, I find it bearable.’
‘Charmer,’ she murmured, her thumb grazing the back of his hand. ‘Where we are now is called the Ironspire Commons. Some call it Downtown, but to the people who grind out a life here, it’s the Commons, unpretentious, gorgeous, and raw.’
‘Like you.’
He pulled her flush against him, the vast, shimmering expanse of Eden II becoming nothing more than a blurred backdrop to the heat rising between them.
His stubble grazed the sensitive skin of her shoulder, a delicious friction that sent a shiver racing down her nerves.
Sheba leaned her head back into his collarbone, closing her eyes to the city and focusing on the possessive grip of his hands.
Sheba turned in the circle of his arms, her touch finding the hard planes of his chest. She fisted her fingers in his shirt, her gaze searching the shadowed depths of his eyes.
The shock of the earlier psionic assault had long faded, replaced by an incandescent hunger that burned through her veins.
She pulled him down, her mouth meeting his with a desperate, crushing intensity.
They moved inside, past the living room, and into her bedroom and onto her king-size bed, her one luxury in her compact apartment.
He slid from her waist to the front of her jumpsuit, which he unzipped in one fluid motion, giving him access to her plump tits.
‘Fokk, son sakin sa syau sosai, you are so freakin’ stunning,’ he muttered as his lips fell on her nipple.
Her hands sank into his locks, stroking and tugging at them as she writhed at his ministrations.
He suckled one nipple, flicked it with his tongue as he slipped his hand to the crux of her thighs.
With a growl, he knifed up and tore off the rest of the jumpsuit, ripping it as he threw the scraps away. Her panties followed, fluttering to the ground as his eyes narrowed on her wet pussy curls.
With a grunt, he gripped her under one knee, parting her knees.
With his other hand, he slipped his thick, sinewed fingers into her clenching slit.
She sobbed in need, curving her spine and pistoning her groin, rippling over his digits, chasing her bliss.
He lowered his lips, taking hold of her other nipple, latching on, and sucking hard, as his lean fingers blurred between her legs.
Seconds later, ecstasy surged all through her, and she gasped, hips writhing and jerking as Idan’s loving crested her into a quivering climax.
‘Uso’m,’ she whimpered as she bucked through her bliss, even as he kept laving her nipple and stroking her wetness.
‘Idan, I’m about to cum again,’ she moaned, her hand reaching for his jawline, heat seeking his mouth. While her muscles tensed and braced for another cascade of pleasure.
He tore his mouth off her nipple and sat back on his haunches, lips quirking as he gazed down at her, churning on her bed.
‘Not until I’m inside you,’ he growled.
She shivered in anticipation as he rose and ripped off his gear.
He loomed over her, his pulsing obsidian-tipped shaft pulsing thick and hard, his eyes glittering as he stared down at her.
‘Just a lick, please,’ she whispered, knifing up, her eyes flitting from his sculpted face to his throbbing member before her.
He pumped his cock from the tip of his beautiful, immense head to its stem.
‘Fokk,’ Sheba moaned, ‘so hot.’
With a growl, he jerked his chin, and she scooted forward.
One hand cupping his massive balls, the other swiping aside his hand to take on the job of stroking his length.
He hissed, tossing his long hair back as her lips descended. At first, she licked the bulbous head with a moan. Then her mouth slid them over it.
He bucked into her as she suckled hard, her tongue flicking over his slit and licking his pearlescent cum.
‘Damn woman, I’m about to blow, salkia.’
She, too, it seemed, was struggling to keep from exploding in passion. He glanced down to see her hand slide between her thighs, to insert a finger inside her pussy.
Growling, he pulled from her suckling mouth, as she fell back onto the bed, pleasuring herself, her other hand pulling and squeezing her lush nipples.
It was more than he could handle.
‘Enough, woman, he growled, crawling over her, grasping both her hands in one of his, swinging them over her head.
She mewled in protest.
‘Uso’m, not fair. Please, I need you now,’ she pleaded, her molten gaze taking in his pulsing length as he stroked himself and eased between her thighs with his other hand. ‘Now, honey.’
The air around them glowed with his strobed longing.
He locked into her, lost in her aureate hazel eyes, that enraptured him from the first moment they met on the sands below Lattaya’s cliffs.
He growled in Sacran tongue as his hands left his hardness and caressed her belly.
‘Sai ne sama sa za a saba, you are heaven to touch. So fokkin’ beautiful,’ he grunted as he used a muscled knee to push her legs apart.
His sigils went wild, forming and transforming with fervor, signaling his mounting desire.
Hovering over her, he slid his throbbing member inside her.
She threw her head back, hips swirling, taking his length as he eased in.
‘Damn, I love your cock,’ she whispered unabashedly. ‘How much it fills and stretches me, how it brings me to rapture every time, lover.’
‘Sin sadi na saba daya. It is always my utter, fokkin’ pleasure,’ he rasped into her ear, sending heated air skating over her nerves, driving her wild.
Her heels crossed over his spine as he began to drive into her, scarcely holding on to his rippling arms as he worked in and out of her.
‘Say my name,’ Idan gritted, as he pistoned, thrusting deep, fast, hard.
She complied, gasping in the throes of passion. ‘Idan, lover, my eternal uso’m.’
He reared back to sit on his haunches, throwing her legs over his shoulder.
Flinging his hair back, he pumped in and out of her, caressing her clit above his pounding cock, his eyes glazing over with bliss.
Sheba cried out, jerked, and with a swirling of her hips and an intense rippling of her pussy, she lost it as euphoria tore through her.
She knifed up, her groin surging to meet his, her thighs tight around his waist, pulling his ass in, mouth on his as he pumped all had into her.
‘Foookkk,’ Idan groaned as he too exploded into ecstasy, throwing his head back so hard his hair flew free, whipping everywhere.