Chapter Fourteen
Brennae sat next to Marcael’s hip and fidgeted sadly with the blanket. She should have known he had an ulterior motive for asking her to stay. She had hoped he just wanted her company, that maybe her presence gave him some comfort. Of course, that wasn’t it. He wanted her to tell him what the others knew about Earth that he didn’t.
“I don’t know the particulars—”
“I thought we were going to be honest with each other.” Marcael teased her and she knew he was talking about their chat before her uncle showed up. They had promised to be honest.
“Can you answer a question for me first?” Brennae’s mother had always told her to “take the bull by the horns.” What a ‘bull’ was she was not entirely sure, but the idea behind the statement was to take things head on. Do not hide from the truth and do not allow anyone or anything to stand between you and those truths. Marcael nodded for her to proceed with her question, so she asked “Why is finding out about Earth so important to you? Think about our ‘honesty’ policy before you answer.”
He met her eyes for a few seconds then pulled his fingers through his hair in agitation. Even given the situation Brennae was transfixed by the pull and flex of his muscles, she pulled her eyes away from his biceps when he finally spoke out. “I am not used to being on the outside looking in! Getting as much information out of Knuan as I could to make sure my men were armed for the future was always a priority for me. I was responsible for their safety. Getting Knuan to talk was something I was good at on the Elyon.” He paused and his gaze held hers, “If I am completely honest with you, and this is hard for me to say...I feel as if I am spinning out of control, and that has never happened to me before. Asking you for the information about Earth was a way for me to take charge of something.” He swallowed hard.
Brennae hurried to refill his glass with water, “This may sound crazy but keep drinking water. You are dehydrated and it can make your symptoms worse. Tomorrow you can go out into the sun, and that will help too. When you go through the change, it can make your chemistry off for a few days. That could account for feeling out of control.” She held out the glass and he took it. Then when she went to pull her hand back to her happy amazement, he held it tightly. “Listen to me Marcael. There are a lot of changes that you will have to face, but most of them are going to be good ones. You just have to be patient and let your body adjust to being here first.” She rubbed her fingers along his, hoping he found the action to be soothing.
“Patience isn’t exactly in my nature.” Marcael said emphatically.
She wanted to reassure him so she said, “I don’t know of any discussions the councils are having about Earth. If they are holding something back, then you are just going to have to trust that it can wait until tomorrow. Do you believe me when I say that?”
She was mollified when he didn’t hesitate to say, “Yes. I trust you Brennae. If you say it can wait, then it can.”
“Good.” She looked at his barely sipped glass of water and raised an eyebrow, “Keep drinking.”
“Yes ma’am!” He did a little salute with his fingers, and then returned to holding her hand.
“I want you to try to get some rest.” Brennae went to stand up but Marcael’s fingers tightened on hers.
“I would like it if you stayed.” His voice was soft and husky. She liked to think from emotion and not the lack of water.
She hesitated for a second and then sighed, “Okay.” Brennae settled back down onto the medical bed. “I’ll stay until you fall back asleep.” Smiling widely she looked around, “We were interrupted on the Elyon, is there anything you want to ask me now that you are here?”
“Could you tell me about some of the rules? You said on the Elyon that rules were put in place to keep everything ‘equal and peaceful’.” He took a sip of his water and waited for her to explain.
“You remember me saying that?” She met his gaze over his water glass.
“I remember everything you have said since I first saw you at the oasis.” He whispered emphatically.
“Oh.” Brennae blushed hotly under his intense stare, “Let’s see...the rules. They have changed over the years. When the females first arrived, the males were all under a sexual block, so the women had all the decision making when it came to relationships. Now that the children of Terraneu are all getting older, the rules were expanded upon to include us as well. Let me see if I remember them correctly, she held up a finger:
1. Sexual relations between a female/male do not mean she/he is your mate. Females/males can choose to have sexual intercourse with as many or as few of the men/women they are attracted to, until they want to either date, or choose to enter a relationship with one male/female, or choose a mate. Females/males will have complete freedom in their choices. AS long as they do not intentionally deceive each other. That is severely punished.
2. No physical harm must ever come to a female. To purposefully harm a female is a crime punishable by death.
3. No female/male is to be offered a partnership when it was known that she/he is already in a partnership, or dating. This was to include the terms like boyfriend, lover, courting, and any other wording that meant the female/male was bound to another.
4. If a female/male is offered a partnership, when already in one, they are honor bound to decline. No female/male is to interfere with an existing bond.
5. If a male and female became mates, the pair is considered to be “married” and “husband and wife”. That pair is committed to each other for life, and to pursue a mated female/male is without honor, and severely punishable.
6. Any female/male found to be purposefully pitting two males/females against each other, will be punished severely. All members of the community were to use honor and duty above all else when dealing with each other.
7. Females/males found to be fighting over a female/male, would be punished severely. The council will see these offenders and decide punishment.
“I think that covers the rules over relationships. Do you have any...?” Brennae looked and noticed that Marcael had finished his glass of water and fallen asleep. Smiling tenderly she carefully took the glass from his fingers. Moving as quietly as she could she put the glass away then returned to lower his medical bed so he could sleep more comfortably. Taking the blanket, she tucked it more tightly around him before she turned to leave. Marcael muttered softly in his sleep and Brennae stepped back to the bed.
He seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Moving a stray curl from off his face and back behind his ear, she took the opportunity to rub the silky curl between her fingers. She marveled at how soft his hair was. The once jet-black strands were now pure white, but he was still a strikingly handsome man. His features were soft in sleep, his eyebrows and eyelashes were black against his pale skin. Without a single hair on his head, he would still look good to her. Moving her fingers along his jaw, she relished the feel of his skin. Her Aunt Gwen had said the medical change would keep him from getting that fine hair on his face. With a sigh, she bent over and blew a whisper soft kiss against his cheek then went to stand up.
“Stay.” He groaned and before Brennae could protest, she was pulled onto the bed and ended up lying flush against him. She was half on the bed, and half on Marcael with his arm around her waist and one leg tucked between his.
“Marcael.” She whispered trying to wiggle out of his hold. When his arm just tightened around her, she sighed and gave up. The heat he was radiating felt good and she hadn’t slept well in days. Sighing contentedly, she fell asleep.
Chapter Fifteen
The faint smell of something floral was tickling his nose, but what really had him fighting to hold onto sleep was the warm body pressed against his side. Nothing this nice existed on the Elyon and he did not want to let go! The dream female’s incredibly soft lips were pressing kisses into his jaw, moving toward his mouth. Turning into the warm body, he felt the hesitant flick of a tongue against his lips. He opened them and aggressively
sought the promised kiss. He groaned happily that the taste of her reminded him of his favorite fruit. Using his free hand, he felt his way up the curvy figure until he found the back of her head and with a solid hold on the softest hair imaginable, he held her against the onslaught of his mouth.
His dream lover was not backing down from the challenge, was in fact meeting and sparring her tongue against his. Her lower body was moving against him and he could feel the female’s generous breasts pressing into his naked chest. When he turned a bit more on the bed, he could feel her pert nipples press into him. Groaning softly he moved the arm pinned under her to grab a handful of fleshy ass as he ground himself against her willing warmth. This elicited a gasp from her that he swallowed like a cool drink of water.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he pressed heated kisses along her neck and collarbone. He moved to shift the female under him when she sighed, “Marcael.”
He froze for a second then forced his eyes open. Brennae was watching him and her usually calm violet eyes were a purple lighting storm. This was not a dream. It was Brennae in his arms. He moved the hand in her hair to her shoulder. “Don’t push me away.” She leaned her body into his again, “I’ve never felt like this before.” She had been moving her one hand slowly down his stomach. He held his breath in an agony of anticipation. Since he had been in a medical gown, and it had been cast aside some time during the night, her fingers were able to reach his engorged arousal unimpeded.
“I am a fast learner.” Her petal soft fingers gripped him in a surprisingly strong hold. Marcael groaned as she worked the length of his erection. When her thumb stroked across the mushroom shaped tip, then rubbed his essence around hitting all his sensitive spots he stopped thinking. He knew he should stop this encounter, but he could not bring himself say the words. It might be selfish of him, but he wanted Brennae like nothing he had ever wanted before. He had not even wanted to be the Knoet’un as much as he yearned to have her. When her free hand tangled in his hair and her mouth sought his, again he gave up the fight. Sealing their lips together, he kissed her with a savage need. There was nothing soft and searching in this kiss, it was demanding, primal and raw. He pulled her against him trapping her hand between their bodies. She was forced to move her grip to his balls. With one hand, she worked them against one another, using her thumb and fingers to caress every aching inch. He did not think it would have been possible but they tightened even harder, the pain deepening to an aching throb.
Rolling to his back, he brought Brennae on top of him. She did not need help guiding her knees to the sides of his hips. She did lean away from him long enough to bring her hand from out between them. Then she was pressing against him from chest to groin. Her thighs were spread wide to accommodate his hips, his hard shaft was trapped between them pointing proudly to his belly button. She was moving her hips against him, throaty sounds tearing from her.
Breaking their kiss Marcael did what he had wanted to do since the oasis. He pulled her forward and latched his mouth onto one of her coral nipples. Using his teeth and tongue, he tormented first one peak, then the other. It was better than he had imagined. Her nipples pebbled against his tongue, rough and soft at the same time. He was running his hands along her back and hip while his mouth worked at her breasts. Guiding her hips against him without thought, she quickly began breathing heavily, her kiss-stung lips parted with passion.
“Marcael I want you.” She rasped out, moving against him. Trying to draw his arousal into her waiting warmth.
“Not here Brennae.” Marcael was trying to be honorable. “Someone could walk in. It is not right —”
“Then I want to be wrong!” Brennae insisted, “Computer lock medical doors.” She reached between them to try to guide him where she wanted him.
“Locking the doors will not stop your family from getting in.” Just saying that was like a cold shower. He could feel his passion drifting off bit by bit. She must have felt it too.
“No Marcael. Don’t—” Brennae looked at him with misty eyes and he almost relented.
“Sweet one there will be a time for us.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. “Put your hands against the wall.”
“I can’t reach —” She gasped when he pulled her up by her hips. Once she was on her knees, he pulled her along his body as he wiggled down the bed until she was sitting above his face. “Marcael! I don’t think—” he lifted his head and flicked his tongue against her through the thong she was wearing.
“Do not think.” Marcael flicked his tongue again. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you at that oasis, and again every time I saw you after that. Just let me give you this.” Pushing his tongue against her, he used the material for friction. Marcael groaned deep in his throat. She was wet and ready, his shaft jumped against his stomach in protest. Rubbing his tongue against her repeatedly until with a groan, he ripped the thong off and threw it aside. Grabbing Brennae by the ass cheeks, he held her against his feasting mouth. Pushing his tongue deep into her wetness, he flicked and she squirmed. Thrusting again, he wiggled his tongue and she started moving against his mouth. Pulling his tongue back, he lapped at her.
“Marcael!” Brennae moaned, “Don’t tease!”
“Mmm.” He made sure his lips were pressing her sensitive nub when he hummed and she let out a squeal. “If I hurt you, tell me to stop.” Before she could ask what he meant he moved his thumb against her, soaking it in her wetness then pressing it into her welcoming warmth. She was so tight, how was sex between them going to work he wondered. Pulling back and thrusting forward with his thumb was not enough, he added his tongue to the torment. Latching on to her throbbing nub with his mouth, he sucked hard. Brennae was moving against his thumb so he pulled that back and inserted a finger. She gasped at the intrusion then went back to moving against him.
Looking up her lush body, he could see her eyes closed and her mouth open in her passion. She was magnificent and he wanted to roll her onto her back and pound into her until they exploded together. That would not be a good idea since the tightness squeezing his finger was telling him they were going to have to go slow. She was not ready for rough bed play, and as he said, he wanted to give her this. With getting Brennae to sexual release in mind, Marcael added another finger. Gods she was tight! Her body was moving faster and her sweetness was wetting his face. He moved his fingers and tortured her nub, until with a muffled shout she started spasming. Her walls were squeezing his fingers in her release.
Brennae went languid and he pulled her down next to his side. Using the blanket to wipe his face Brennae got red with embarrassment. Marcael tilted her head so she was looking at him, “Do not ever be embarrassed about your body or its reactions. It is a matter of great pride that I can please you. The wetter I can make you, the better I am as a lover.”
She was still blushing when she asked, “Is that what we are Marcael. Lovers?”
“We are going to be everything sweet one.” Marcael promised thickly. “Now try to get back to sleep.”
Just as he said that he heard a muffled male voice ask, “Why are the doors locked?” Marcael groaned when he heard a female answer. “I don’t know. Why don’t you try knocking?”
It was Brennae’s parents and where there was one family member...there were bound to be others.
Chapter Sixteen
Brennae was going to kill her family! As much as she loved them...she was still going to kill them. At least her mother had the sensitivity to ask her father to knock before overriding the door locks. She would give her that much. That had given her time to find her underwear and throw it in the garbage. There had also been time to get Marcael a fresh blanket and back into a medical gown.
“I am going to override the locks! It doesn’t take that long to wake up and open a door!” Her father had sounded impatient and irritable.
“You are going to wait with the rest of us for the door to be opened!” Her mother had sounded...well, like her mother always so
unded. Cheerful.
“Why don’t we take the meeting to the council chambers? Brennae can bring Marcael when they are ready.” Her uncle Kneus had suggested. Her face flamed red that her whole family was probably on the other side of the door and knew exactly why it would be locked. Come to think of it, how did they know she was in here? Then she sighed, this was her family. They knew everything that went on around Terraneu.
“That sounds like a good idea.” Her aunt Gwen had yelled, “Brennae just bring Marcael to the council chambers. I am releasing him to leave medical.”
“We have some clothes for him out here that might fit! If not go to the fabrication dome first.” Her Aunt Mairi yelled, and then she heard her Aunt Gwen, “You stop working on that computer console this second Kneus!” After that, there was a pained yell from her uncle.
“Oww. I get it Gwen, I’m stopping.”
Finally, there was silence and she hurried to open the door and grab the clothing left for Marcael. He had been silent the whole time her family had been outside the doors. When she handed him the clothing he thanked her.
“Can you tell me something before we go?” She waited until he nodded to continue, “Exactly how many times did you spy on me at the oasis?” She tried to keep her voice serious, but the smile was there in her voice anyway. When she saw the blush rise in Marcael’s cheeks she couldn’t help but laugh.
“I would not call it “spying” as much as doing reconnaissance work.” Marcael was putting on the pants, vest and boots in an attempt to avoid eye contact. “I was trying to gauge the best way to make contact with Terraneu.”
“Throwing Barrett into the water and grabbing me up was the best plan you could come up with?” She teased with a smirk.
“Yes. Well that did not go exactly as planned.” He got a wicked smile on his face, “I would like to make the acquaintance of Barrett again during my time in Terraneu.”
Brennae made sure to note that Barrett should stay as far away from Marcael as physically possible, at least until he got over whatever was bugging him. “I am just teasing you Marcael. It does not bother me that you were watching me at the oasis. Anyone else I might have cared, but for some reason I’m fine with whatever you saw.” It was her turn to blush over that confession, “We should hurry.” Brennae worked a brush they kept in the medical dome through her hair and arranged it in a messy ponytail. “They will wait to start the meeting until you arrive.”
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