by Alta Hensley
I looked up into his eyes and allowed the tears to fall. His confession was all I had ever wanted to hear. He loved me. He openly admitted his feelings for me. Cross had given him the gift of love with his tragic death. Cross had given me the possibility of being loved.
“I don’t deserve your love in return,” he said. “I have done nothing but hurt you both physically and emotionally. But I want to earn it. I want to prove to you that I can give you what you need. I can honor the memory of Cross by protecting and caring for you like he would have done. I will try to be everything he was.”
“You will be more.” I stroked his face and gave him a soft kiss before adding, “You have all that Cross was, as well as what made you who you were. You and Cross both had parts of everything I ever wanted. But now you have it all. You have everything inside of you. Everything that made the both of you, has now joined together inside of only you.”
“What part of me could you have wanted? I was nothing but cruel to you.”
“Dominance,” I admitted. “Power. Control. You say all you did was cause me pain, but the pain caused me pleasure. You lit my body aflame with every touch you gave me, no matter how harsh it may have been.”
His eyebrow rose up, and a devilish grin spread across his face. “I see…”
“I loved Cross. God, how I loved him. But he couldn’t give me the strength I needed. You could…you did.”
He lightly placed his palm at my neck. “And when I choked you?”
“I haven’t felt claustrophobia since.”
“And when I spanked you?” He swatted my behind, causing me to flinch and gasp at the same time.
“I melted inside. My pussy throbbed.”
“And when I fucked you?” He dipped his hand past the waistband of my pants and toyed with the curls on my mound.
“I never felt more alive.”
He put his lips so close to mine that I could feel his heavy breath. “And if I told you I wanted to fuck you right now, what would you say?”
“I would say no. Just so you can fucking take me anyway.”
I smiled up at Pike, and we both knew the time had come. When I tried to offer assistance in shedding my clothing, he slapped my hands away, lowering me to the floor of the galley. Effortlessly, he shed me of my clothing, never breaking his stare with mine. When he removed his own clothing and stood before me in all his nude glory, I couldn’t help but moan in anticipation.
“Pike—”
“Don’t talk,” he interrupted and climbed on top of me, lowering his mouth to mine. “Do only what I say.” He kissed me long and deep. He tasted of life, and hope, and sweetness. He stroked his hands up and down my body, batting away my hands every time I reached for him.
“Don’t make me tie you,” he hissed. “Only move when I tell you.”
Moving lower down my body, he cupped my hot-skinned mound in his hands, clearly pleased to find me wet with my legs spread wide. I was always ready for him. I would never have denied him. Never turn him away. I would never truly say no.
Breaking his rule, I reached for him, he was thick and hard, the massive girth of his cock swollen and leaking. Just for me.
“Let me suck on you,” I pleaded. “I want to taste you again.”
Pike granted me my wish and straddled my neck so his cock rested in front of my face. Moving fast, I sucked him deeply into my mouth, running my tongue along the tip, luxuriating in the heady taste of him. I wanted more.
I raked my nails down his chest and pulled him into my throat until he bottomed out, delightfully gagging me with his size. Still, I tried to take more, until I gagged again, and my mouth salivated. My lips spread wide, he was too big. I’d never get enough of him. His smell and taste were drugs working on my system. The heat of his body, the comfort of his solidity, a balm to an existence that had become fraught, rocky, and confusing.
Pike stood at the center of my universe, rigid and impregnable. Constant. Reliable.
“Come for me, Pike,” I mumbled around his hard flesh, anxious for the flavor of his release. He groaned when I palmed his sack, squeezing gently. “Give me your come. I need to taste you.”
He thrust against my throat, his hips working, pushing deeper.
“I need you.” I tried to say it, but it came out muffled. He didn’t care, and neither did I.
His fingers dug into my scalp as he pulled my face tighter against his groin, and speech was impossible, so I just hummed around him.
The pre-cum of his desire coated my tongue, thick, heavy, and sweet. I moaned as the serum’s aphrodisiac worked through my body, setting nerves tingling. I swallowed him down, sucking until he would have no choice but to release fully into the back of my throat, but he resisted.
“No, I want to fill your pussy with my seed.”
Frantically, he lowered himself down and reached for his cock to guide the brutal length of him between my thighs, pressing past my slick folds, claiming me once again. He rose up his hips and slammed back down, pounding into me with everything he had.
One of his hands closed over my breast, fingers strumming my nipple. I groaned as I arched my back, silently begging for more. I wanted him deeper. I wanted to feel his possession so deep that I would truly feel as if we blended as one. I couldn’t get enough of him. It was as if my body was starved and it was Pike who gave me life.
“Deeper,” I moaned.
He groaned out a wordless answer, deep in his throat and my stomach coiled tight at the rasping sound. Flipping us over, he lay on his back and had me straddle him, riding his cock. I bobbed up and down as his eyes watched my tits bounce. I liked having the power to give him pleasure. I could see it in his black eyes. I could feel it coming from his white flesh. I pleased him and that very knowledge brought on a wave of euphoria as a tidal wave came crashing down.
I arched my back as his cock drove deep inside and screamed out his name. Over and over again. Pike. Pike. Pike.
He grabbed me, with a rough hand to the neck, pulling me face down. He sucked at my tongue, swallowing my orgasmic groans. I bit his lip, tasting his blood and bucked my hips, milking the last wave of my release.
I reared up, gasping, reveling in the big cock that slammed deep inside of me with every thrust of his hips. Pike looked wild, the thick muscles of his abdomen and chest rippling, his hair curling white around his ears. I had never seen a more beautiful species. My species.
I dug my fingers into his chest and he groaned again. My thighs burned. I didn’t care. None of it mattered. All that mattered was giving Pike the pleasure I so desperately wanted to give him.
I leaned back, resting my hands on his corded, muscled thighs so I could get a better angle. His eyes burned into me, dark and probing, hard and hot, as if he saw into my soul. Every time he looked at me, I felt our bond grow stronger and stronger. There was no more lifeblood for Pike to give me, and yet I felt the powerful pull all the same.
The orgasm coiled tight within me again, drawing close.
“Pike,” I cried. “Can you feel it? Do you feel the connection? It’s as if the lifeblood is still there.”
He nodded. “Yes, I feel it. I fucking feel it.”
He slipped a hand down to stroke my clit, and I allowed him to throw me over the edge as he thrust his final release into me with a deep growl. I screamed as a flood of light knocked the wind out of me. Wave after wave of heat coursed through my veins as Pike pumped his seed inside of me. His entire body lit up as mine did. Bright, brilliant, light exuded from our bodies, causing both of us to have to shield our eyes from each other’s luminance.
When the shocking radiance dimmed enough that I was able to open my eyes fully, I gasped in surprise. “Pike! Your skin.” He lay beneath me with a soft hue of red flowing beneath his skin. His lifeblood had returned. Somehow, some way, it had returned. The red wasn’t as bright or bold as before, but seemed warmer, softer. Any signs of white had vanished.
He sat us both up and looked at me with surprise. “And your
skin. Truth, look at your skin.”
He held my hand up so I could see what he was talking about. Tears welled up in my eyes when I saw the color of a soft orange flowing beneath my once white skin. I exuded light of the setting sun.
“My red, and Cross’s gold—”
“Combined somehow, to make the orange.” I studied my hand and turned it so I could see the pulsing light run along the palm of my hand. “Cross’s lifeblood. But how?”
Pike pulled me into his arms and whispered, “I don’t know. I don’t know.”
“We have our lifeblood back,” I cried against his heated chest.
“We do,” he said as he kissed my head. “Somehow Cross gave it back to us.”
“And Trinity,” I added, which may have been a long shot, but there was a part of me deep inside that felt she had a part in this. That somehow Pike and I making love brought a part of our Lifeblood Twins energy to the surface.
Pike stood and helped me up and gently led me to the galley table. “How do you feel?”
“Really good. Better than ever, in fact.” And it wasn’t because I just had the most powerful sexual experience of my life. “That dark hole that was inside of me when my sister died seems to have gone away. The light flowing through me makes me feel whole again. Like she is right inside of me.”
Pike nodded. “I feel the exact same way. I feel Cross as if he were standing right here in this room.”
“Why? How?” I asked, not sure what the answer was. I had never heard of any old myths of something like this happening in the past. It was believed that once you lost your lifeblood, it was gone forever.
Pike simply shook his head in a silence response.
“So what does this mean now? We have our lifeblood, so we aren’t technically Pallid Slaves. Do we continue to transport like you and Cross did before?”
“No. I still want us to join forces with the Unin soldiers. We may never see the defeat of the Drenken. The war between them and Unin has lasted decades already. But we should try. We should spend the next decade or two, if that is what it takes, going to war and trying to win back our planet.”
I nodded in agreement, looked at Pike’s determined face, and smiled. “It’s what Cross and Trinity would have wanted.”
“Yes. We were born and trained to be soldiers. Not slave transporters.” He reached out and grabbed my hand. “But we will fight side by side. We are not only joined by lifeblood, but we are joined by love.”
I studied the glow coming from Pike and could see an energy of sorts. I could see the gold of Cross very faintly. It was almost like Cross stood all around Pike’s frame. Cross was there. I knew he was. “I can see Cross,” I whispered. “I can see him shining from you.”
Pike nodded with a smile. “I can see Trinity. There is a soft light of pink blending with your orange. You are the prettiest sunset I have ever seen.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. I could feel Trinity, but the fact that Pike could see her, made it all the more real. “Is this the eternal life the myths have spoken of? The gift that all Lifeblood twins have?” Did Pike and I just stumble on what the Drenken had been destroying our planet to discover?
“Possibly.” He nodded and looked pensive. “Yes. I believe so. Our twins are here. Though they may not be here in the physical form, they are still very much here. Immortal through their light.”
“They live on,” I added.
“They live on.”
“Pike?” I asked tentatively. “Now that the red flows through you again…”
“Do I feel any differently toward you?” he asked with a wicked smile.
I couldn’t help but wonder. I looked down at the ground, worried about what the answer may be.
“No. If anything, I feel even more love. I feel all the love Cross felt for you as well as your sister’s. I can feel their love.”
He stood up and walked toward the control room. “Come on. We have a planet to find and a battle to win.”
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