Epilogue #2
She hitched her leg over his waist to give him purchase as his mouth suckled on her nipple.
Mewling, she thrust her hips into his thrusting digits.
He lifted his mouth from her nipple, moving to her nape, speaking in a rumbling, seductive timbre.
‘Fokk, I missed you,’ he rasped, ‘Holo-call sex is not enough when we’re apart.’
Chest heaving, his thumb found her clit and rubbed it. Sheba moaned, throwing her curls back.
He took a knee and dipped his head, and in moments was lashing her folds.
Sheba panted as his palm cupped her tits, his fingers pulling, rolling, and teasing her nipple into a stiff peak.
The other hand worked its magic as he slid his fingers inside her pussy while he suckled and lavved her throbbing clitoris.
His eyes flared with heat as he straightened, looming over her to capture her lips in a wild kiss.
His tongue slid into her mouth, lashing, lavving, taking entire possession of her.
His sinewed hands roamed her body, tracing the lines of her curves with possessive heat, his yearning throbbed through him, matching hers.
His dark hair fell in his face, and she traced the fall of it, her soft touch gliding over the prominent veins on his temple, as her eyes flared with the extent of her need.
She arched into his touch, moaning, widening her thighs, grabbing one of his hands, and leading it to her slit that was so wet and primed for him.
His mouth tore from hers, eyes flaming, his gaze fixed on her.
He leaned down, his lips brushing her earlobe, his breath heated. ‘Does this mean you want me in you, driving you wild?’
‘Damn, honey,’ Sheba whispered, shaking with longing. ‘Stop freakin’ talking and make it happen! I can’t take it anymore,’ she gritted.
‘Are you sure, salkia?’ Idan growled, working her love button with even more intensity.
She bucked. ‘Fokk, you’re going to make me cum.’
‘Nada! Not until I’m in you,’ he growled.
‘Then fokk me, honey,’ she begged. ‘Now.’
‘Damn, she’s demanding,’ Idan smirked.
With a chuckle, he shut off the shower, lifted her into his arms, water trailing off their bodies as he strode to the bedroom.
He flung her on the furs, where she arched her spine, her wet body glistening for him.
She sat up and reached for him, stroking his cock.
Lips parted, eyes dilated with desire, she leaned in and sucked his obsidian cockhead into her mouth, suckling over the engorged head, savoring the salty flavor.
The sigils all over his body pulsed with light, flaring, flaming as he grunted, hips bucking, thrusting into her mouth as she drove him to the edge of oblivion.
Throwing his hair back, he let himself go, his sinewed hands tangling in her damp hair, pulling her closer, deeper as her tongue worked him.
He opened his eyes to stare down at her, the musk of her sex exhilarating, making him wild.
‘You’re incredible, my queen,’ he murmured, stroking her face. ‘So remarkable.’
Sheba smiled, her eyes never leaving his. Letting out a moan, he threaded his fingers through her curls as she continued to pleasure him.
His balls pulsed, warning him he was to become undone, and with a growl, he pulled out of her.
‘Salkia, mo more. I need to cum inside you.’
With a moan as she released him, Sheba sat back.
He bent to push her flat on the bed, his knee widening her thighs, his eyes locked on hers as he loomed over her.
He palmed his cock, then with a grunt, thrust into her, sliding with his hard, throbbing length deep inside.
Sheba, knees digging into his back, cried out, her body arching as he filled her to the hilt.
‘Oh, Idan,’ she moaned, strained with pleasure.
Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him even closer as his hands gripped her hips, guiding him deeper into her.
‘All week I’ve been fantasizing about this moment,’ she gasped. ‘Now, with you inside me, it’s unbelievable.’
She shook, her pussy rippling around Idan’s thrusting cock as her bliss ratcheted up.
Her nails dug into his back, trembling with each pulsating thrust.
He pistoned into her, his possessed yearning taking over her.
‘Harder, honey,’ she whispered, shaking with anticipation. ‘Make me cum.’
He obliged, his pelvis bucking, ramming into her, his mouth never leaving hers. Their tongues tangled together, their breaths and souls mingling.
He moved his lips to brush against her ear, his timbre hoarse and husky with need. ‘I’m going to make you scream, woman, and take you to freakin’ paradise.’
With that oath, he began to move, his groin rocking, thrusting into her with a ferocity that got her panting.
Sheba met his every thrust, her hips swirling, letting out short, hoarse screams.
They fokked with abandon, chasing their bliss as one.
His hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh, his mouth devouring hers, her nails clawing into his spine and shoulders, as their hips met over and over.
He grew harder in her, his cock swelling as he filled her.
She jolted and moaned, quivering and trembling. ‘I’m cumming honey.’
‘Naam, cum for me,’ he rumbled, pelvis bucking, his thrusts becoming more intense, more powerful.
‘Salkia, foooooookkkkk,’ he growled, his breath ragged as his ecstasy too hit hard, and he lashed her pussy with scorching white and gold cum.
He kept slicking in and out of her until he collapsed on top of her, his pulsing length still inside her, as they shuddered through their shared ecstasy.
Sheba wrapped her arms around him, her hands in his hair, his face buried in the crook of her neck.
‘I love you so much, my god warrior,’ she whispered, her voice shaky with emotion. ‘Coming home to you is heaven.’
His hands cupped her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had escaped her eyes.
‘Nada, I love you more, woman,’ he rasped with intensity. ‘Waited an epoch for this love we share.’
Their bodies remained locked for a long time as they drifted into sleep, entangled on the furs where they’d first made love under Tansinia’s wild skies.
The following dawn, the couple took a walk, as the sun eased past the horizon, and the mountain peaks ignited in a spectacular conflagration of crimson and violet.
They encountered Shuaqagec, who offered a gruff, reverberating harrumph in greeting before trotting into the shadows in search of some sunrise adventure.
‘He’s so freakin’ temperamental,’ Sheba quipped.
‘Tis why I understand him, he’s me in bull form,’ Idan rasped.
With a flask and two mugs in hand, he led her to the bank of their private lake, where the water’s surface was a polished sheen of obsidian, mirroring the burning sky.
They sat on a bench carved from a fallen tree limb.
He straddled it and held her close as they sipped fragrant kahawa made from beans grown on a neighboring farm.
The lapping of waves, punctuated by the rhythmic croon of nocturnal birds and the restless swish of the cedar boughs in the early breeze.
The wind ruffled Idan’s hair, now cut shorter to a shoulder-skimming length that rendered him appear even more devastatingly handsome.
Sheba glanced up at him, still in awe that he was her man and this was her reality.
‘This is heaven, my love.’
‘I’ve no objections to that truth, my queen. It is paradise found.’
‘I adore you so much,’ she whispered, leaning her head against his bicep, her heart overflowing with gratitude at their new life of boundless, incandescent color.
‘I love you more,’ he rasped, his utterance a gravelly vibration over her cheek. ‘Now and for eternity, if the gods grant it to us.’
‘You’re a deity, so you get to do the granting.’
‘You better believe it,’ he growled. ‘If and when the time comes, I’ll climb back to the Seventh Heaven and demand your immortality, with force if need be.
Because you’re the atmosphere I breathe, the moon shimmering on dark water, my luminary and my stars.
I see the constellations mapped across your soul, and yours in the only face I want to wake up to now and for eternity. ’
‘So savage, so poetic yet so utterly mine,’ Sheba whispered as she reached up to caress the scarred line of his jaw.
His lips fell on hers as the sun set, painting the surrounding mountains in molten gold, a brilliance so intense it caused a physical ache in her chest.
She sent a prayer to whichever deities were listening in.
Forever thankful that no matter how far and wide she ventured to care for others, her utmost joy lay in always returning home.
To the warrior-god who chose her over heaven; her singularity, her dusk, her dawn, her nucleus, her heart, her all.
THREE MONTHS LATER
A sleek flyer from the spaceport descended onto the Sable HQ rooftop, its hull shimmering with the iridescent, light-shifting coating of high-end Eden II tech.
As the hatch hissed open, Idan stepped out, polished in a tailored navy-striped waistcoat over a crisp white shirt, tie, and matching dark trousers.
Molan was already waiting by the landing pad, a smirk tugging at his lips as he raked his eyes over his half-sibling.
‘Well, well, brother,’ Molan ribbed, folding his arms. ‘First time I’ve seen you without chaps and a leather vest. Get lost on the way to a dinner gala?’
Idan grumbled, adjusting a collar that felt too tight. ‘Sheba insisted. Seems my hilly billy desert nomad look is ‘inappropriate’ for a meeting on Eden II.’
He glanced toward the towering spire of the building before them. ‘Know why Kainan is summoning us?’
Molan nodded, his expression shifting. ‘I’ve got a clue. It’s not an emergency yet, but it’s a developing situation. With me.’
They fell into step, their movements a synchronized, lethal grace as they headed for the executive elevator bank.
The doors slid open to reveal a woman of elegant beauty.
She was striking, petite, and curvaceous, her face framed by a wild cascade of dark curls.
However, her most distinctive feature was a bold, platinum-blonde streak at the front of her scalp, an electric contrast against the deep ebony of her hair.
Her name tag identified her as Ayana Salomi, Guest Representative.