I think about the girls back at the bridal house, with millions of Martian males vying for their attention. It sounds like a nightmare.
Waiting for Damious to return feels like a century. I miss him when he leaves, and it is another sign that there is more to us than just the overwhelming physical attraction.
I’ve used the healing wand in the bathroom, and all the soreness from yesterday is gone. I feel like I’m ready for him. I’m ready to go to the next level, for us to come together as close as two people can be.
I call Sophia at the bridal house to ask her what is happening.
“It’s not great,” she says. “I want to come back to your house.”
“What’s going on?”
“There are probably a hundred thousand men outside the compound. Luckily, there are military forces surrounding the grounds. But we can’t leave. No one even wants to go outside. It’s horrible.”
“Has anyone tried to get in?”
“I’m not sure. But Bethany thinks someone was killed.”
“What does Bobby think of all this?”
“She thinks we’re going to get gang raped.”
“Oh. Is that better or worse than being matched with one single man?” I laugh darkly.
“I haven’t asked.” Sophia sounds genuinely afraid.
“I’ll ask Damious to have you brought here as soon as it’s safe for you to travel.”
“Will you?”
“Of course. I’m not going to leave you like that.”
“Thank you, Maddy. Seriously, it’s getting bad here. Have you finally asked him about Abigail?”
“Yeah.”
“What did he say?”
“It’s tough, Sophia. You know those men outside the bridal house? They want the same thing.”
“They want to rescue Abigail?”
“They want to return to Earth for more females. But the risk of returning is no less than it’s ever been. The science team is working on it, but they don’t expect to have definitive answers for another few years.”
“What does that mean for Abigail?”
“I don’t know. I feel terrible for adding to his burden.”
“But she’s your sister. I love her almost as much as you do.”
“I know. That’s not the point,” I say, feeling conflicted. “I care about Damious. And I am not going to try to force him to do something that risks the entire planet, especially with the rebels asking the same thing. I love my sister. I’d do anything for her. But I can’t pressure Damious anymore. I care too much about him. And I care about Mars and all of our futures too.”
“How can you say that?”
“You don’t understand, Sophia, if something goes wrong with time travel, we could all just poof out of existence. Like in Back to the Future. Did you ever see that movie?”
“I’m not into 80s movies.”
“Well, he messes with the past and almost ends up not being born. That could happen to everyone on Mars.”
“The Martians, you mean,” she says.
“If they disappear, we all get kidnapped by Mantises.”
“Yeah. There’s that,” she says. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to be a good partner to the king of this planet. I’m going to love him and I’m going to be patient while he figures out how to give everyone what they need and want.”
“You love him?”
I stop, my mouth hanging open. My words are stuck on my tongue. “Yes,” I finally say. “I love him.”
“How is that even possible? You’ve only known him a few days!”
“I don’t care.”
“It’s the sex thing, isn’t it?”
“No. It’s not just that. He’s a good man. He’s a true king. I can’t explain it. But he’s good to me. Kind, loving, tender. And yeah, he’s hot as hell. But that’s not why I love him. I love him because he’s trying. Because he will never stop trying. And because I think he loves me too.”
“He’s never told you he loves you?”
“Not yet. He’s said he likes me. But I think he does. I know he does.”
“How?”
“Because I love him.”
She sighs, purses her lips, and rolls her eyes on the screen. I feel like she’s judging me. Like she thinks I’m a stupid little girl or she thinks I’m a sex slave, like Bobby does.
But I’m neither of those things. I’m a woman. I’m a queen. And I am in love with a king. No one’s opinion will change that. Not even my best friend’s.
“I’m happy for you,” she finally says. The look on her face is genuine. I believe her.
“Thank you,” I say softly. “I will ask Damious to have you brought here as soon as possible. And then you can see us together as we are now.”
“Thanks, Maddy. It can’t be too soon,” she chuckles nervously. There is a noise behind her on the screen. “I’ve got to go. There’s something going on outside.”
The screen goes blank. I scrunch my eyebrows together. Now I’m really worried. I hope there is enough military there to protect them. This is insanity. I shake my head. I can’t believe I was contributing to the exact same mentality. The rebels want women, and I want my sister’s life saved. But it would be the same outcome. A risk to the safety of everyone on Mars.
I can’t believe how selfish I’ve been. I chalk it up to PTSD. I have to forgive myself or I’m never going to get through this. Damious has sworn to me we will return for Abigail as soon as it’s safe to do so. That is all I can possibly hope for. By the time we can get her back, I might be ten years older than her. But what other option is there?
I don’t really understand how time travel works. My only real reference has been sci-fi movies, which I’m sure aren’t particularly accurate.
When Damious steps into my room, I am overjoyed to see him. My heart leaps and I stand, crossing the room quickly to throw my arms around him.
But when I come closer, I notice his face is dark. I frown and bite my lip. I know things are not going well for Mars right now. I want to alleviate his stress. I want to be the support he needs to get through this. And I have some ideas about how I might be able to take the pressure off of him, at least for a few minutes.
“Are you okay?” I ask. “Are things getting worse with the rebels?”
“They’ve gone to the media. The movement is growing exponentially.”
“They are surrounding the bridal house,” I say in a low voice.
“I know.”
He looks away. His jaw is tense and anger flares in his eyes. “The military is protecting them. They’ve been instructed to take down any man who attempts to breach the gates.”
“This is terrible,” I say, taking his hand and leading him into the living room.
We sit side by side on the couch, still holding hands. I look up into his face. His expression is so stoic. I wish I had the same resolve. I’m a mess of conflicting emotions. Do I tell him about Sophia? Do I ask about the rebels? Do I drop to my knees and take his dick in my mouth?
I opt for the third option. He watches me curiously as I kneel between his legs and begin to rub his thighs. His cock responds almost immediately, growing stiff under his pants.
I’m wearing a gauzy, white strapless dress with an empire waste that comes down to my ankles. He watches me as I rub his erection over his pants, his hard expression softening slightly.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“I want to make you feel good,” I breathe.
“Oh?” He runs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip and jaw before sliding it into my mouth.
I unzip his pants and pull out his massive erection. It towers over me. I suck his thumb as he rips the top of my dress down over my breasts. He fondles my tits with his massive hands while I wrap my small ones around his cock.
I suck his thumb harder, growing wet with excitement. He pulls his finger free with a popping sound and wraps his other hand around my breast. Pulling me toward him, he
presses my breasts around his cock, sliding up and down between them.
I gasp with excitement and open my mouth to lick the tip of his dick. I’m gushing wet. I want him inside me so badly. Moisture soaks my panties and runs down my thighs.
He growls and hooks his hands under my arms, lifting me up from the floor. He holds me to him as he stands and carries me across the floor. He lays me on the bed and flips me over, unzipping the back of my dress.
He pulls the fabric off my body and pulls down my panties. I’m lying on my stomach as his hand slides between my legs. He cups my pussy, holding my wet heat in his big hand.
He growls so loudly a shudder goes through me. His fingers slide higher and slip into my entrance. I gasp as he enters me and presses deeper. He rubs against something inside me and I scream as an orgasm rips through my body.
He pumps his fingers into me again and pushes me into even greater heights of pleasure. I ride the wave of ecstasy, stunned that it can go on and on like this.
Groans tear from my throat as he fucks me with his fingers. I’m completely lost in the waves of endless climax when he withdraws from me and rolls me over.
I moan at his absence. But I see his erect cock and his naked body. I lick my lips. I know what I want. His cock inside me.
His eyes are dark slits. His mouth an expressionless line. It’s as if he’s intensely focused on me and only me. I think he will sink inside me, but instead he sinks to his knees.
His mouth opens and his tongue licks up my slit, flicking my clit with the hook of his tongue. My eyes roll back in my head. The sensation of his tongue on me after what he did to me with his fingers takes me to a whole other place.
It’s so wet and soft and gentle. The orgasm takes longer this time as he slowly, lovingly strokes my clit. It’s like he’s enjoying taking his time. I grip my thighs around his head and grip his hair, but he pushes my legs open and pins down my hands.
Trapped under his mouth like this, my only option is to come like a banshee.
I rasp his name as my pussy throbs and clenches under his mouth. He withdraws and leaves me soaking and breathless. He rises above me, his eyes dark. A slight smile curving his lips.
He kisses me hard and deep. I taste my pussy on his lips. When he lowers himself between my legs, I buck up toward him, willing him to press his cock inside me.
I am so soft and wet, so ripe for him to pluck. I can’t stand to wait a second longer. I shake with anticipation as he slowly lowers himself toward me. He angles the head of his cock against my weeping opening.
My mouth drops. He stares into my eyes. I’m quivering with need for him.
“Oh god,” I groan, shaking uncontrollably.
“Do you want this?” he asks in a deep purr.
“Fuck yes, Damious. Don’t stop. I’m ready. I swear.”
He grins, showing his straight white teeth. They gleam in the sunlight outside my window. I wrap my hands around his face and stare into his eyes.
“I love you,” I breathe as he pushes inside me.
His eyes widen and his smile softens. “I love you too,” he whispers.
Then he splits me open. His cock is huge. Like, porn star huge. Thick and ridged and long. But he enters me slowly, inch by inch, watching my face as I take him.
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Damious
She loves me. I breathe out a sigh of contentment as I slide deeper and deeper into her velvety core. She feels so good. Better than I could have ever imagined. I am the luckiest man in the world. I can never let anything get between us ever again.
She clings to me as if for her life as I pull back and thrust again. She screams out at the intensity of her release. All I want is to make her climax again and again. I want her to feel me inside her, down into the depths of her being. I want my name to be the first thought on her mind before sleeping and the first upon waking each morning.
The way she is on mine.
I sink my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating, desire-drenched aroma. There is nothing more alluring. Nothing more fragrant.
I thrust into her core, relentlessly slapping against her sex. Her eyes are closed as her beautiful little body takes me, takes everything I have.
Her tight breasts bounce below me to the rhythm of my thrusts. Her pussy clenches around my cock, again and again. Her body has gone languid, accepting the beating I’m giving her. She’s submitted to me. Taking my assault in absolute triumph.
We have both won this day. I revel in the feel of her body below mine, taking every inch of my cock, every thrust of my hips, holding me, accepting me, yielding to me. It is the greatest experience of my life.
I feel myself coming closer to climax. I want her eyes on me when I come inside her.
“Look at me,” I tell her. “Look at me while I fuck you.”
She mewls, our gazes locking. I penetrate her, sliding in and out of her wet cave. I grip the headboard for extra purchase as the boiling lava of my climax erupts from inside me. My balls tighten, my cock thickens. She screams as her pussy throbs and clenches.
My come shoots deep inside her. Where it belongs. My seed should always land in her ripe womb, to take root there and grow into the future king or queen of Mars.
Our eyes are locked. Her mouth opens in a soundless scream. My seed pumps into her. She is mine. She is completely mine. Her body is ripe to implant. I know from her vital analysis. It is a perfect time to impregnate her perfect little body.
As the last of my seed pumps into her warmth, I let out a satisfied groan. She quivers under me, reaching up to claim my lips.
I kiss her tenderly. Slowly, I pull away and take her in my arms. We rest there, damp and panting. I pull the blankets over her body and caress her hair as the sunlight streams through the windows.
All I can think about is my seed swimming deeper into her core, finding its way to her egg. I can almost see it in my mind’s eye.
I kiss her forehead. “I hope you will conceive today,” I tell her, not wanting to keep anything from her ever again.
“You think there is a chance?”
“More than a chance. There is a high probability.”
“How do you know?”
“I’ve been watching your vitals.”
“I hope it works,” she says, smiling.
Her face glows in the daylight streaming through the windows and I feel a rush of happiness as I pull on a robe and walk to the replicator in her kitchen.
She walks behind me and wraps her arms around me as I press buttons on the machine creating a meal for us. Her breasts press against my back. I cup her fingers with my hand, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes. This afterglow, this affection, it is ten times more beautiful than the feel of her body writhing below me. This is everything that I've waited for and everything that I wanted. Now it is mine.
The replicator completes our meal, and I take it to the sitting area near the window where she has blankets and pillows across the couches and floor. I can tell that it is her favorite spot in her suite. We share the meal, trying to not discuss anything that will change our light mood.
But it is difficult to forget that we are in the midst of a battle for our lives. For her sister, for Mars. For all of us. I close my eyes, wishing that there was an easier way. Wishing that I could just snap my fingers and make it all better. But I can't. The story has to unfold on its own. Even as king, I don't have the power to change the outcome, whatever it might be.
After we’ve finished eating, she climbs into the chair beside me and rests with her head on my shoulder. I hold her close to me, breathing in her fragrance. She is everything that I've ever wanted and more. And for a moment, my mind searches down the pathway I've been considering more and more lately: taking her away from Mars and escaping to some distant moon. But I know that if I leave, Mars is lost. And there is no guarantee that we would survive a time paradox if it came to that.
No, my only option is to stay and to keep fighting. For her and for everyon
e else.
“Can we bring my friend Sophia here today?” she asks. I lean over and kiss her forehead.
“Of course,” I tell her.
It's like the spell has been broken. And we're back in the reality that we escaped for an hour.
“She's going to need a military escort. Things at the bridal house have turned bad since this morning.”
“I know,” she says. “Sophia is afraid. She wants to leave.”
“We might have to evacuate all of them,” I tell her. “We are seeking a new situation for them in a secret location. But we haven't made adequate arrangements yet.”
“What if we brought them here? Isn't the palace big enough?”
“It is. But it needs to be a secret location.”
“This is all such a mess,” she says. “I'm so sorry that I was ever part of it.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for. You love your sister and you wanted to bring her here. It's an admirable desire. One born out of love. Not greed. The people of Mars voted long ago that things would be the way they are. And now the rebellion is going back on that decision. It is a very, very different situation.”
“I know,” she says. “I just wish that things were different. Do you think that there will ever be a way for Mars to return to Earth to save it from the Mantises?”
“It is a question we've asked many times. But I'm afraid our weapons technology would need to be much more advanced than it is now. We may be able to defeat a few ships, but we would not be able to defeat an entire swarm of them. The Mantises outnumber us a hundred to one. Our weapons technology may be comparable, but to defeat them would require us to build a much larger armada or to advance our technology. And we simply haven't had the resources for that with our focus on the timegate.”
“So you would need much more powerful weapons or a lot more ships to defeat them?” she asks.
“Exactly. And with the men rebelling as they are, I don't know if we will ever have the resources we need to accomplish it.”
She frowns. And I hate to see her unhappy.
“From now on, Damious, I will always be here to support you.”
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