“You sure?” he asks.
“Well…”
“Slowly, right?”
“Slowly.”
His hot mouth touches my inner thigh, causing me to shudder, and he kisses his way up to my pussy. I stop thinking rationally. He runs his tongue up and down my slit and my body seizes with fever. The heat pulsates within me. I feel his tongue lap around my clit. A jolt of pleasure surges through me. Then his tongue penetrates my pussy as he rubs his thumb against my clit. I throw my arms over my head and push my hips against his face.
If this is what my marriage will feel like, I want to be his wife. He can pleasure his woman.
The bastard must have heard my thoughts because his tongue starts fucking my pussy with fury.
“I want your fingers inside me,” I demand as my thighs quiver.
He runs his finger down my slit and circles my tight hole. I wiggle as his digit slips in, causing me a sting of pain.
Wuylir growls then grips my waist and tumbles us over so he’s on his back and I sit on his face.
I draw his cock into my mouth as he fucks my pussy with his mouth and fingers my tight hole.
My tummy tightens. I take his cock as deep as it can go. My pleasure rolls over me violently and my pussy contracts.
Wuylir strokes the base of his cock and starts moaning. I feel his hot cum spurt. It’s a bit salty in taste, but it’s his seed so I swallow every drop.
He grips my waist, turns me over, and pulls me into his arms. We’re lying on our sides, facing the same direction.
“Can I stay with you?” he asks.
“Like forever?”
“That too.” He chuckles. “Can I sleep with you in your bed?”
I turn to him and glare at him. “Where the fuck do you think husbands should sleep? If you don’t want to sleep with me in one bed then go away and get a divorce.”
I feel so offended, I try to move away from him, but he braces me with his arms. His hot kisses land on my neck, and I melt.
Wuylir
She snorts like an offended rodent. I kiss her lips.
“In one bed,” I say. “Always. Even if you snore.”
“I don’t snore, Wuylir.”
“You do.”
She rolls her eyes. “I can’t be perfect.”
“You’re a perfect snoring wife.”
She pats my nose with her fingers. “I want only nice compliments.”
“Alright. You mumble in your dream, and it’s really sweet.”
“Wuylir!”
I crawl off the bed and go to the bathroom to use the toilet. I wash my hands and return to her. I enclose her soft body in my arms, filled with the ultimate happiness, and we drop off to sleep.
I sleep for four hours. I don’t need more, but Tania looks like she’s far away in the land of dreams. I lean against my elbow.
I could watch her for eternity. Her arm is thrown over her head and her breasts are exposed. They’re rising and falling in a delicious rhythm, so full, so beautiful. So mine.
I trail a line around her firm bud of a dark olive colour with my finger and she mumbles something in her dream. My hand moves down, and I spread the folds of her pussy. She squirms, so wet. So ready for me.
“Wuylir?”
I crawl on top of her as her hazy eyes sweep over my face. “What is it, sweetheart?”
“Can you take me to my Earth grandparents now? If they are still alive? Are they alive, Wuylir? Tell me, please.”
“They are alive. And they’re fine.” I press my lips against hers in a soft kiss. “We’ll go to visit them later, I told you.”
“Thank you.”
She puts a hand on the back of my head and kisses me deeper. We roll on our sides, facing each other. Her fingers close around my hard cock, and she strokes me. I shudder as heat fills my veins. She strokes me harder, faster. My head drops on her shoulder as I growl my ecstasy and my cum covers her tummy.
“Good?” she asks.
“Never been this good.”
She chuckles. “You are at my mercy, God.”
I kiss her hard.
Yes, she owns me.
“You want a shower?” I ask.
“Why not?”
Tania
We flop from the bed, naked, sweaty. Everything smells of desire. Wuylir pulls me into the bathroom, and we step into the shower cabin, clenched together. My husband is hard again. Always hard. I love it. The water in the shower cabin murmurs as Wuylir lathers me up with shower gel. He massages my breasts, his eyes wild with desire.
His fingers slide down to my mound, and he touches my swollen clit. That jolts me, and I moan. He runs his thumb down my slit, but he doesn’t push a finger into me.
I know what he truly wants.
He wants to claim me. He wants my barrier to be untouched for his cock. He wants to tear through it. Men are so easy to read, gods or not.
Well, I need him to cooperate so I need to be smart.
“You want my ass, Wuylir?” I close my fingers around his hard shaft.
He shudders at my touch as his eyes roll back. “I want it.”
“Just be gentle.” I walk out of the shower cabin and grab the towel.
I pat myself dry and go to the bedroom. I lie down on the bed with my stomach against the mattress. I see Wuylir walk towards the bed with a golden flask in his hand.
He blinks a few times. “You sure?”
I lift my body so I’m on all fours, my knees spread for him. Yep, Yasen’s books were very educational. Wuylir lets out a primal growl.
“I want you,” I say.
That’s true. I want him because he’s gorgeous. I want him because he’s experienced and I’m not. I want him because he’s sweet and caring and loving.
I want him because he’s powerful and very useful.
My father would kill every man if they dared touch me, or my sisters. Isabella and I are as pure as the water in the mountains. Maya is still very young. Still unaware that she’s living in prison. Oh yes, Earth means freedom—I know this now. I’m going to make my marriage work because I want this freedom for myself, and more importantly for my whole family.
Wuylir’s smell teases my nostrils. He is my first kiss, my first touch, my first everything.
I feel him kneel behind me, and he glides his palm over my ass cheek. A thin layer of oil that smells of rosalis and argania covers my skin.
“I will be gentle,” he rasps, his breath heavy with desire.
My pussy pulses with need.
I feel his finger circle my tight hole as he spreads the oil. His digit slips in, giving me a sting of pain. But it’s a good pain. My arousal trickles down my inner thigh.
I touch my clit with my finger and start massaging myself.
“Good girl,” Wuylir growls.
He pushes his finger deeper into my tight opening then slides it in and out, stretching me. I gasp at the forbidden pleasure pulsing within me.
I need him to fill me. I need him to stretch me. I need him to fuck me hard and fast.
I cry out as he pushes two fingers into my tight hole.
“Tania, sweetheart?”
“This is so good,” I gasp. “Fuck me, Wuylir. Fuck me hard.”
He growls his enthusiasm and works my tight hole faster. His fingers go deeper and deeper as I rub my clitoris with more pressure. I almost reach my peak as he pulls his fingers out, and I feel the head of his cock push at my tight hole.
“You’re gonna cum on my cock,” he orders.
I suck in a breath. Wuylir pushes in and buries the head inside me.
“Fuck,” I growl as I stiffen at the pain from his intrusion.
Wuylir strokes my lower back up and down. “Breathe.”
I can’t breathe. My insides twist and burn. Nausea hits me. A cold sweat pricks my back.
“You’re too big,” I gasp as my shoulders dip. “So fucking big.”
“I can’t stop,” he growls as torment coats his voice.
“So,
don’t stop, baby. I want you.”
His fingers dig into my hip, and he buries his cock inside me to the root. My hands clutch the sheets, and I tremble as a searing pain surges through me.
“Tania, breathe.” He sounds like he’s gritting his teeth.
“I know.”
I’m floating in this decadent pain until it starts fading. Wuylir lifts me to all fours. I huff out and start stroking my clit.
Pleasure fills me. I feel delirious. Insane.
“Fuck me, please,” I gasp. “This is so good, baby, so good with you.”
Wuylir growls and starts thrusting into me, his breath as heavy as mine. Our moans mingle and our bodies dance in a primal rhythm. I’m full. I’m stretched.
“So fucking tight,” Wuylir growls.
His balls slap against my ass, and I ascend. I blend with the universe. I explode and cry out my pleasure.
Wuylir moans his orgasm just after me, and his hot cum fills my ass. He wrenches in his pleasure with two more thrusts then pulls out. I feel his seed drip from my ass.
We collapse on the bed, and he pulls me into his embrace.
“I love you, Tania.”
“You’d better.”
“Love your tight ass.”
“I bet you do.”
“Love your sweet mouth.”
“You love everything about me, admit it.”
“Everything. I love you so so damn very much.”
Chapter 6
Tania
We have a nap then another shower, and then I put a flowery dress on and pair it with black tights and a cardigan. I slide my feet into knee-high boots. We exit the bedroom, go to the courtyard and jump on Wuylir’s bike that unnerves me, but I keep quiet. The machine roars for what seems like an eternity. We stop, and I jump off. We cross a cracked grey road wide enough for a horse, and we stand in front of what seems like a tall tower with rectangular windows and balconies. There’s more towers in the distance—four or five.
“This is called a block of flats,” Wuylir says.
“A block of flats. Interesting.” I nod. “Ugly as fuck. Everything is kind of untidy here.”
Wuylir chuckles, grabs my hand and drags me inside the tower. We enter an elevator as he calls that dark smelly shed, and we go up. I feel dizzy and weightless for a moment.
“They will know who you are,” Wuylir says. “I imprinted emotions and images into their brains.”
“Oh really?”
“My computer created the images of you and your sisters, using the data about your parents’ genetics and appearance.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about. Heat rushes to my cheeks. I don’t want to be so stupid compared to him.
He kisses my temple. “You are very intelligent. I wouldn’t take a stupid wife.”
“Oh really?”
The elevator dings, and we walk out of it. Wuylir drags me towards a burgundy door. He knocks on it. An old woman opens the door for us.
She folds her hands as if praying. “Tania, sweetie, come in. Where is Isabella? Where is Maya?”
“At home,” I mumble.
The woman looks like an older version of my mother, but her hair is silver and her face is wrinkled.
“Wuylir!” my grandmother exclaims. “Come here, boy, I need to hug you.”
“Nice to see you again, Grandma,” Wuylir says as warmth coats his voice.
I’m stunned. So stunned that my jaw drops open, and I can’t breathe. I watch my grandma hug him and kiss his cheeks.
Then my hand jerks up, and I squeeze Wuylir’s butt. He turns his face to me and winks at me.
“Come in,” my grandma shrieks and pulls me into her embrace.
She smells of old age, and of lawendas. She smells of love and goodness.
Her kisses and hugs fill my heart with warmth. With a sense of loss. With yearning. Tears prick my eyes.
“I love you, Grandma,” I say. “I love you so so very much.”
“You’d better,” she says and pulls me farther into her apartment. “George. George, Look who’s here. Our little girl is here.”
I see a man emerge from another room. He strokes his sliver beard and grins at me.
“Tania, come here,” he says and waves his hand to me. “Come here.”
He squeezes me with his dry and thin arms, and I start crying.
“I missed you so much,” I say.
My grandparents hug me and kiss the top of my head. They say warm things to me, ask about my sisters and parents. I manage only a few words like ‘good’, ‘fine’, and ‘don’t worry’.
Their apartment is light and cosy. I could spend eternity, sitting here with them. I love them so much. I need them so much. They are my roots.
Wuylir
We eat the spaghetti Bolognese Tania’s grandma has cooked for us then we have a piece of cake. Tania is so touched that she can’t speak. She keeps shooting me dark glances though.
“Alyssa is such a good lawyer,” Tania’s grandmother says. “I’m so proud of her.”
“She’s the best lawyer on the Continent,” Tania gasps as her grandparents shoot her a confused glance.
“In the UK,” I say.
Tania bobs her head. “In the UK.”
“Vahan wants to take us to their place,” Grandma says, “but we don’t want to be a nuisance.”
“My father loves you both so much,” Tania says. “He wants you to move in with them. His parents passed away so, you know…”
The old couple nod, joy radiating from their pale eyes. I wish I could give them more. I wish I could change the world. I wish I were as powerful as the First Councillor. I’d killed all the councillors off and create new order.
“It’s getting late,” I say.
“When is the engagement party?” George asks.
“In two months,” I say.
George nods. “Isabella, we’re going to dance.” He reaches for Tania’s grandmother’s hand.
We say our goodbyes and leave the apartment when it’s dark outside, my stomach so full that I barely move.
“Wuylir, sweetie, more cake?” Tania mimics her grandma’s voice. “You fucking dick. What is this? They regard you as family.”
“Isabella cooks well,” I say. “What can I say?”
And she was devastated when I took Alyssa from her. My first assignment after many years of supervising amoebas and shrimps on Mistina, and I failed the Council. I couldn’t stand Alyssa’s mother’s grief so I gave her husband and her good memories. They know that Alyssa is safe—happy with her husband and children. I wanted to do at least this for those two innocent old people.
Alyssa survived unharmed until Vahan bought her—it was a bit of a good luck. I started watching him. I started caring for his family.
I’m no god.
The others treat humans like specimens—they abduct them, throw them into an unknown environment. Cross-breed them.
I’ve never met anyone from the Council—they only send me telepathic messages. I was born in Atlantis—that’s what my uncle Torrhin said to me. I don’t remember my parents. Torrhin said they’d gone to supervise the Universe 789. They were not interested in raising me. I remember Torrhin’s house built of brown intelligent energy, his two clones, his absence. My private tutor until I was old enough to start the Academy. Everything was so perfect, so shimmery. So clear to me. Until I saw a human. Until I saw fear in her eyes. She was an item so we could learn human anatomy at the Academy. I kidnapped her and threw her into the desert on Zaria. I wanted to save her. Many years later, I found her naked bones in the desert. I promised myself no human would die because of me. Alyssa is alive. She’ll stay alive as will her family.
I’ve been searching for others like me, but I can’t find them. Torrhin said they were probably imprisoned.
“You visit them?” Tania questions.
“Quite regularly.”
“They know everything about my mom and our family.”
“That was the p
lan.”
She stops in front of my bike. “You care. You really care.”
“Of course I care.”
“You’re nothing like them.”
Pride surges through me. “I’m one of my kind.”
Tania strokes my cheek. “You are indeed.”
I grip her hips and pull her to me. “I’m just a regular guy, huh? Nothing special?”
“What does it mean that you’re a regular guy?”
I kiss her lips and inhale her as her tantalising scent clouds my mind. “It means that we’ll have a very long and a very boring life together.”
“Like hell. You’re not boring at all. By the way I’ll have been long dead by the time you manage a few blinks.”
My body stiffens. “You’re not going anywhere. Ever.”
“Wuylir, relax.”
I pull her into my arms and squeeze her soft form. She gasps.
“I’ll keep you in a hibernation chamber,” I say.
“Is this something designed to make me look good?”
“Yes,” I kiss her forehead.
“I want to try it.” Excitement coats her voice.
“Soon.”
Yes, I will keep her alive. I’ll freeze her every year for two, three hundred years.
I’ll keep doing this until I figure out how to make her immortal. She’s not gonna die.
We jump on my bike, and I take her to our little castle. As I park in the courtyard, my eyes sweep over the bouquets of roses that must have been delivered from the flower shop. Tania jumps off the bike and squeaks.
“They’re beautiful,” she says. “Beautiful.”
“You’re more beautiful.”
“No, the roses are more beautiful. The colours are so intense. So bright.”
She starts twirling around the bouquets, touching the petals, smelling the blossoms. Squeaking her joy. Fyslene was so reserved. Cold and detached. Dead in her perfect immortality.
Tania is so alive.
Tania
He grabs my hand and pulls me towards the arcade. We go along the stone wall on my left, as pillars and arches are on my right. Then we enter an enormous kitchen.
“Now what?” I turn to Wuylir.
“A glass of beer?”
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