Remus's Revelation

by Pearl Tate

“That’s impressive. It’s hard for me to imagine being that accurate with a sense of smell.” Grabbing his shoulders, I tug him closer while planting my right foot on the bed, lifting my knee up.

  Pushing off the bed, I roll him to the left, never losing the connection of his cock still inside me. He catches onto what I’m doing and grasps my hips to make us flip over quicker until I’m resting on top, our faces inches from each other.

  “Let’s not think about anyone else for a little while. Maybe after a couple more rounds of sex, I’ll feel like discussing everything, okay?” He squeezes my ass for emphasis.

  I can’t help the answering squeeze of my muscles around him, causing him to groan. “Okay.” Life is rough, but I think I can deal with that.

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  - Remus

  “Just relax and let me do the work this time. You’ve had a taxing and busy day.” Jo-Anne smiles sweetly above me, still impaled on my cock.

  I’ve never seen anything so beautiful until she sits up straight and reaches back behind her. It thrusts her breasts forward enticingly. She still has the pink top with triangles covering her, but as soon as I cup each rounded, heavy globe, the top loosens and springs up around her neck.

  She’s untied the part around her back. Lifting it over her head, her chests shakes and wiggles in my hands, and I just can’t wait. Lifting up, I bring one of the puckered nipples to my mouth, licking it while watching her expressive face. She doesn’t disappoint!

  With a started hiss, she arches into me before grabbing my shoulders and pushing me back, never breaking the contact of my mouth on her skin. Cupping the full mounds, I draw one nipple into my mouth to nibble the tip, pinching the other firmly while rolling it in my fingers.

  Her cunt tightens even more around me as I suck. It feels incredible as her hips start to roll in a movement that brings us both additional pleasure.

  It all feels good to me. Everything about Jo-Anne is erotic and sensual. Her scent, shape, and even her voice call to me on a cellular level.

  And to think that I used to believe I would never love anyone besides Lulilla. I mistook kindness from her as love, and my commitment to her as love. Now I understand love so much better.

  Kindness and commitment are necessary, but definitely not all there is to it. This need that has me lifting my hips to help her press me more deeply is a starting point. And I’ve never had this with anyone.

  Jo-Anne is unique and mine. All mine.

  I’ll never need to share her or raise another’s children. That might make me selfish, but after ten annual rotations, aren’t I allowed to be selfish for a while?

  “Remus! Wait!” Jo-Anne pulls her taut nipple from my mouth with a pop as she sits up on me. “I’m so close already. Let’s slow down.”

  Sitting back further, one of her hands drops behind her back, and I feel her fingers skating across the base of my cock. Tingles of pleasure rip through my body as I arch and moan beneath her.

  “How is this slowing down?” I manage to pant out.

  Her tinkling laughter greets me as I try to relax and look back up at her. Her fingers drop lower, circling my balls before rubbing even lower. I almost jump out of my skin. I could explode instantly, and I’m fighting for control as she applies more pressure.

  “Do you like that?” Her silly question has me grunting an affirmative as she lifts more weight onto her knees and begins circling her hips in an erotic display over top of me.

  In and out, I watch my cock disappear into her warm, wet sheath. Her fingers keep a slow, but steady circular motion as her hand cups my balls. It’s wonderful and torturous as I fight for control.

  Gripping the bedding next to us, I use my arms and legs to thrust up inside her further, enjoying the way she speeds up and begins to lose control too. I want her to come apart on top of me. I’ll settle for nothing less than inflicting the same amount of agonizing pleasure.

  “Oh, Remus… yes!” Her cries spur me into a faster pace as she falters above me.

  Grabbing her hips tightly, I take over from below, still continuing to watch my hard cock disappear inside her tight body. She’s stretched wide around my girth with her tiny pleasure button rubbing me on every upward thrust.

  Lifting my eyes, I watch her open hers to look at me at the same time. Her hands move from my balls to my chest as she leans over me to thrust back on me with abandon. There’s nothing more erotic than her losing control as she grinds down on me.

  Throwing her head back, her hair entwines with mine as she starts to come apart on my hard length. She freezes above me, and I continue to thrust inside as her pussy spasms around me, milking me with every pull of her release.

  Groaning, I pull her down to collapse on me as my hands slip down to cup her ass cheeks. Thrusting up inside her as deep as possible, I let go with an explosion that feels like my balls have turned inside out, taking me by surprise. How could no one have explained how powerful and pleasurable this actually is?

  Pumping the last of my cum deep inside her, I start to realize how tightly I’m holding her ass. I hope I haven’t hurt her with my enthusiasm. “I’m sorry,” I manage to pant out breathlessly.

  When she starts vibrating on my chest, it takes a moment before I realize she’s laughing. Her body lifts until her chin is resting on my me as she gazes up to return my puzzled look.

  “Why are you sorry? For killing me with pleasure?” She’s still smiling as I try to pull my scattered thoughts together.

  “For squeezing you so tight… for thrusting inside you so hard…”

  “For making me come twice in the last hour and making me see stars each time?” Her smirk makes she realize she’s teasing, but I’m truly serious about my concerns.

  The Ashen, Ted, just let us know how strong and impenetrable our skin is when we go through a rage. “Ted said it would take a day for my skin to go back to normal. I want to make sure I don’t bruise you.”

  Rubbing her hips softly, I peek around her shoulder and get brief glimpses through my hair that’s traveled down her back. It enjoys touching her silky body as much as I do. I let out a sign of relief when I confirm she’s unmarked.

  “I’m fine, really.” Sliding her hands up onto my chest, she puts them under her chin as she stares at me with her head cocked slightly. “Are you sure that you don’t have any regrets? After all, I’m not a Quasar woman and so far, I’ve been nothing but trouble for you.”

  When I open my mouth to argue, one of her hands sneaks out to cover my lips. “I know your body feels like mine. It’s constantly saying ‘yes, yes, yes’, but what about your head? This has been a big change in your life—really fast.”

  As quick as I can, I roll her under me, reversing our positions effortlessly. With a squeal, she pants lightly under me as I cover her mouth with my fingers like she did to me.

  “The only reason I had any reservations at the beginning of this mating was because of ignorance.” Pausing, I try to pull together the words that will explain how I feel properly. “Before, I’d no idea what a sexual relationship was like. I thought I knew—but I was wrong. I let guilt blind me from being open to something new.”

  I hesitate before continuing, but I think it’s important to be honest and open about everything. My relationship with my Ermada is something that will always be in my past.

  “I think that Lulila knew… I think everyone knew. Even me. And when I met you, the pull to you—everything about you from your body to your vulnerability—it drew me to you. I love you, Jo-Anne. I’m totally dedicated to what we have between us. When you were missing, I literally lost my mind. There was nothing left of me but the drive to get to you. So, don’t think for an instant that my head isn’t in this, along with my body.”

  Tears have begun to well up in her eyes by the time I’m done speaking. Could I have hurt her with my talk of Lulila? “Please, Jo-Anne. I’m sorry about my past. If I could change it, I would…”

  “No!” Her hand flies to grasp my wrist and t
ries to tug away my fingers. Releasing her mouth, I wipe the moisture that has trickled down her cheek. “No, that’s not it at all! I’m happy! And so thankful that you don’t feel forced by the mating. I mean… I’m actually thankful that you’ve experienced things both ways. With Lulila and now me. You know?”

  Is she serious? Based on the sincere thankfulness I feel from her, she must be. “No.” My voice is hesitant as I try to understand what she means.

  “You wouldn’t want to regret not trying with her—”

  “Stop.” Cutting her off, I shake my head slowly. I’m not sure how I was able to get someone so perfect. “Thank you, Jo-Anne. For being so perfect. And mine.”

  Crashing my lips onto her, I savor her lips as she melts sweetly below me.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  - Jo-Anne

  Remus’s fingers tighten on mine where he’s holding the Accord from below as I rest my hand on top.

  “Fascinating, right?” I mentally opened the equivalent of a filing cabinet and we’re blasted with millions—or is it trillions of pieces of information?

  It’s hard to say, but lots. Too much to process right this second. What catches my eye though, is the genetic information in the familiar double helix, ladder shape. DNA.

  “Look at that!” I fly by the information, knowing we’re getting hopelessly off track. What started off as a demonstration of access to the Accord, has quickly morphed into a sight-seeing expedition.

  This is perfect! I have tons of questions. Like will Remus keep getting bigger every time he gets pissed off about something?

  We’ll be teaching everyone to access this on the trip back to Dactyles. Surely, they have others on the Discovery that will understand all this genetic stuff. It’s way over my head!

  “What is all this?” Remus’s voice is baffled as he watches all the information we’ve gained access to stream by. I don’t pause to access anything, but continue to back out as I answer.

  “I’m guessing a lot of genetic information about your species? Maybe even everything they knew about you all at the time they made the Accord? But do you know what this means?” Exiting that area, I perform the equivalent of a mental bookmark so I can find it again. With the volume of information here, you could spend a lifetime reviewing it and never get through it all.

  “What?” I can tell Remus doesn’t totally understand how important this is. It’s easy for me to slide into the Accord’s records without the Hive, but only continued access with a host like me will train his mind to establish its own connection. It’s almost like a built in fail-safe in ComRocks.

  “Maybe this information will help your people reverse the genetic changes that made the matings disappear?” There’s a good chance the Ashen know exactly what to do, but there’s been so many other things to discuss. It doesn’t change anything either, since they have a severe shortage of women on their planet too.

  Based on the fact that human women are mating with Quasar males on the prison planet, one of the first stops is to rendezvous with the Discovery at Dactyles to discuss the Ashen’s proposal. They’re offering to “host” our stay in their Earth dimension for the next century. Yes, one hundred years.

  I suspect we’ll be guinea pigs to them. They make it sound like they’re helping us out, and it’s all about making sure the human and Quasar births work out—which are very legitimate concerns since two of the women, including Hannah Becker, are pregnant. But what don’t we know?

  “Oh.” Remus’s shocked response has me leaving the pulsing intro area that’s accessed as soon as you connect to the ComRock. It acts as a gateway to more information and gatekeeper to keep out unsynced minds. As soon as you access the Accord, the dull, throbbing hum of the dimension portal calls to you. It’s main purpose was obviously to get them back to the Ashen’s dimension.

  How they could have let this information die out with no one remembering how to access it is beyond me. I guess those sorts of things happen with day to day life all the time. Of course, it was probably intentional.

  They didn’t want the Quasarians to remember where they came from. The Council women were so adamant. I’m sure they had no idea of the long-term damage.

  Blinking out, I slide my hand from the ComRock up Remus’s arm, snuggling into his arms. “You don’t think that’s a good idea?”

  He blinks absently as he leaves the ComRock interface with me before focusing on my face, inches from his. “No, I do think it’s a great idea. I’m just not sure how well it will be received.”

  “We don’t know. Just like we don’t know how everyone else is going to feel about living here on Sovran with the Ashen.” Even though technically we’re on Earth, because it’s a different dimension, they’ve given it their own name.

  “True, but if it will get the mated males off Dactyles, I have a feeling most of them will be willing.” The Ashen believe they may have a work around for the genetic programming in the nanos embedded in prisoners on Dactyles. I don’t totally understand everything, but according to them, there are two different viable options they’d like to try. That’s one of the reasons why they’re meeting us there.

  Just one reason, though. Part of their “show of good faith” is bringing more mates. Yes, more human women. I argued, but we’ve all been assured these will be young women with life-threatening illnesses.

  According to reports from Dactyles, my friend Jenny from the study group had cystic fibrosis and now she’s cured. The nanos from her mate Devlin actually “fixed” her genes! How can I argue with that?

  They’ve also assured us that they’ll be networking through mates to acquire future volunteers. I’m not sure how that’ll work, but it sure beats just being kidnapped. They’ve asked me to work as a liaison in a team with Jenny when they move forward—as long as the new Accord is finalized.

  “Do you think you’ll be able to get into the Accord by yourself now?” Remus looks down at the ComRock he’s still holding as I cuddle in his lap in the chair we’re sharing. “Go ahead. Try.”

  This will be the real test. Can I really teach others to get into this thing? I don’t want to be the only one that knows exactly where and how to access the dimension portal.

  Even though I know the Ashen expect me to be able to locate it without the Accord, I don’t totally understand what they mean. Ted says I will the first time we go through it, but if what he claims is true, I should be able to feel, locate, and access it without any ComRock. He just taps my forehead and says it’s all up there. Whatever.

  Remus is holding the Accord up at his chest level when I see the telltale prisms of light begin to flash through it. He did it!

  As quick as it begins, the lights flicker out. Pulling me into his chest, I savor our celebratory kiss, deepening it when his tongue plunges into my mouth. Just like that, I want him again.

  “I did it.” Resting his forehead against mine, my eyes open slowly to see his satisfied grin.

  “You did. I’m not surprised.” Pecking a chaste kiss to his lips, I pull back to look at him seriously. “You’re a quick study.”

  “You’re a great teacher.” When he tugs me closer, I throw my leg over his lap, straddling his legs below me.

  “Maybe there’s something new I could teach you now?” My playful, teasing tone isn’t lost on Remus as I slide forward to rub my bikini bottoms across the bulge in his swim trunks. We’ve pretty much lived in bathing suits the last couple days.

  “I’m interested in anything you’d like to instruct me on.” I giggle as Remus picks me up and practically runs towards the bedroom.

  Instruction time—at least on the ComRock—is definitely over. I can’t say I’m sad about that as Remus lowers me down to the bed and begins to peel down my bottoms, following the material with his lips.

  “Mm, honey. Show me what you know…”

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