Reaching her soft center, I pause then I lick up her opening carefully, not penetrating her silky folds. She pulls hard trying to bring me closer but I resist. When I reach the top of her opening I tease the folds until my tongue just penetrates her outer lips. I lick up her sweetness and the taste of her on my tongue almost makes me lose control. Desire roars, my cock jumps, and I want to drive in but still I resist thought it's become harder as I'm almost blinded by my desire and need for her. I continue licking slowly, working my way deeper until her innermost folds open themselves to me. A delicate nub appears, coming out to meet my seeking tongue. I push my tongue deeper inside her then drag up and down. The nub glistens and grows demanding attention.
"Sverre!" she exclaims as she forces me hard against her.
I let her pull me in and hold my rough tongue flat against the exposed nub that causes such a reaction in her. She bucks against me so I reach around and hook my arms under her legs and grab her hips. I pull her tight, forcing myself hard against her sweet taste and moving my head slowly side to side then up and down. I lift up and my tongue is deep inside, her teasing her until she cries out. Her muscles stiffen and she locks her legs around my head.
As her muscles unclench and her legs relax I lower her back to the couch. I slowly pull back from her mound letting her relax. She spreads her legs and I rise until my cock is at her entrance, ready and needing. She smiles at me with half-lidded eyes, heavy with pleasure and desire.
"Sverre," she moans.
I push forward slowly, she's wet, so much moisture it feels amazing. Zmaj women don't produce so much moisture, our bodies aren't designed the same. The tip of my cock rests inside her wetness and it's incredible.
We lie together, neither of us moving, as we enjoy the sensation of coming together. I wait until the pulsing need of my core won't let me wait any longer then I push in.
Her body responds, expanding to accommodate. I give it time to adjust to my girth and size. One ridge then the next slides in and she moans. Her body closes around my cock as each inch penetrates. It takes all my will to not drive in, I continue going slow until I'm fully buried.
Wetness pours from her down my shaft pulling me in deeper, welcoming me. I slide out, slow, keeping it easy then sliding faster. She thrusts her hips against me and rotates them in a circle when I'm fully inserted then we retreat.
We pull back and forth building. My testicles tighten as my pleasure builds. My prime penis spasms as I piston deep. I can't hold back for long.
"Sverre!" she cries out, throwing her arms back over her head and thrusting forward.
I spill my seed into her, pumping it out fast and hard. My cock spasms, jumping as I come.
Leaning in we kiss. Pushing my tongue past her lips our tongues meet. I pull my soft cock out and the second rises, ready. My desire is still hot. She breaks our kiss and smiles then pushes me back. As I lean away she rolls over to rest her top half on the back of the couch while her beautiful hind side is up in the air.
I let my hand roam across the soft globes, spreading the crack open to reveal her pink holes. She's amazing. My cock throbs with my want and need. I close with her and pause as my cock is pressing against her opening once more.
Sliding in is like entering heaven. Every sense is overwhelmed, thought is consumed. The wetness, the way her body closes on my cock, the throbbing of her slick tunnel as I slide deeper in. She moans and I softly hiss her name.
"Jj-oo-leeee."
Her grip tightens on the back of the couch as I push in to the hilt. Grabbing her hips I hold her tight against me while rocking just slightly back and forth. She hangs her head down and pants some word over and over.
I begin moving in and out and she pushes back into me with each thrust forward. She's so tight my tipping point is already close. I can barely contain myself. With each thrust she moans beautifully. Her voice is like magic, calling to me, coaxing my pleasure.
My cock stiffens and I'm almost there. I won't be able to hold out much longer. Grabbing her hips I pull her tight against me and hold. My cock spasms and I lose my self control.
She cries out. Her back arches and her toes curl as she moans. I pull out of her and we collapse into each others arms on the couch.
We kiss and she snuggles up against me with her head on my shoulder. I smile as she falls asleep in moments.
17 JOLIE
Sleeping next to Sverre makes me happy. I wake up feeling refreshed. I'm still achy and dry as can be but that's to be expected.
Sverre is awake before me. When I roll over he smiles and pulls me even closer with one arm. He leans in and we kiss.
"Good morning," I say, not caring that he still can't understand me.
We get up together and dress. Calista really is the best friend a girl could ask for. She set this room up for us ahead of time knowing that I'd want to be alone with him. No matter what else, I love the way he makes me feel.
Sverre says something and I shake my head. Closing with me he touches my lips then my throat. He then motions towards himself and repeats the gesture.
"I don't understand," I say.
He frowns and tries again but I can't figure out what he's trying to tell me. He gives up and walks to the door so I follow along. He moves through the building with confidence. It's obvious he knows his way around. It's not a big leap of logic to guess that he's been here before and I'd guess often with the certainty he's displaying. The direction he's leading will take us to the labs that Calista and I have been using to study the plant life and experiment on getting our supply of earth seeds to grow in this soil.
Before we get that far he turns into a room with glass cubicles. This room Calista discovered when Ladon first brought her to the city. She says it's where she learned Ladon's language but no one has been able to figure it out since. Sverre walks up to a cubicle and begins tapping at the input device. He works for a few minutes and the screen in front of him flashes with different colors and symbols. The machine flashes yellow and he hisses.
He turns around obviously angry so I stand back letting him work. He goes from terminal to terminal repeating the same actions as far as I can tell. When he reaches the last one he hisses again then opens up his bag and digs through it. He pulls out the wooden box, I recognize it from his home. I hadn't realized he'd brought it along with him. He holds it in both hands staring at it with what looks like reverence or maybe disgust. It's such a odd mix of emotions playing across his face.
He opens the box then stares at the shield inside. Shaking his head he takes it out of the box, places it in the palm of his hand, then presses it against the input board. The screen flashes yellow then blue then green and symbols stream across it. He says something that ends in a long hiss. He looks over at me and motions for me to come closer. Walking over my heart rate increases knowing something is about to happen.
Gently he takes me by my shoulders and positions me in front of the machine. He steps to one side then reaches in with his long arm and taps the input device. A white light flashes into my eyes and everything spins. I'm ripped apart into a million pieces strewn across the universe. I blink and I'm standing in a field of white that goes for as far as my eyes can see. It flows into me. As I pull back together and return to self awareness I know. As if I've known it all my life, something I learned as a child.
I stumble backwards, blink rapidly, and the white field is gone. Colors dance before my eyes but clear as I continue blinking. My breath is coming in ragged gasps, nausea passes over me in a wave that causes me to double over. Sverre is holding me up so I brace myself against him.
"Thank you," I say.
"You're welcome," he says and I know it.
The entire world stops as I look into his eyes. I understood him and he understood me. Straightening up he keeps an arm wrapped around me until I'm steady.
"Sverre," I say and his name rolls off my tongue easier. I don't have to concentrate on it like I did before to make sure I get the sounds right. He smile
s. "Sverre!"
Taking his hands in mine a wave of euphoria passes through me. We can talk! My heart expands and my chest feels like I'm filling with more air than I can hold. I could float away I'm so ecstatic and now. I can't think of any words to say so I throw my arms around him.
"There you two are," Calista says behind me. When I turn around I have tears in my eyes and she stops as I try to wipe them away. "Are you okay?"
"She is fine," Sverre answers before I can. "I've fixed the machine. It should work for anyone now."
My throat is choked up with emotions too strong to be contained. I nod and wipe at the tears until the lump in my throat finally clears enough I can talk.
"That's great!" Calista says. "I'll get the others down here, can you show me how to run it?"
I notice that Sverre keeps the badge palmed in his hand but I don't say anything.
"Yes," he says, turning his back to Calista and I and reaching into his pack. When he turns around the box and the badge are gone. I'll have to ask him about that later but it's more than obvious he doesn't want attention called to it right now. Sverre shows Calista and I how to run the machine. It's simple once he unlocked it.
The next hour we find our friends and they all agree to learn the language. Rosalind, Amara, Inga, Lana, and Mei all use the machine. As Mei finishes, Rosalind looks the group over.
"We should ask Gershom if he'd like to," she says.
"Why? He's a dick," Amara says, speaking the thought that's on all our minds.
"Peace," Rosalind says. "We can't afford internal strife. We are too few and too dependent on each other. He is part of the Council."
"Yeah but he's a douche," Amara continues to hold out. "I mean like epic level super-douche. He's like the Lich King of Douchebaggery."
I snort.
"She's right," Calista agrees.
"Be that as it may," Rosalind says, taking the high road. "He has a seat on the Council. The offer should be extended. It might help ease the interspecies tension as well."
"I doubt it, once a douche, always a douche but whatever," Amara says.
"I'll go find him," Mei says and runs off.
We make small talk and everyone wants to hog Sverre's attention now that they can speak to him freely. It's not long before Mei returns with Gershom and three other men are with him. None of them look happy.
"Gershom," Rosalind greets him. "The machine is working. You can learn the Zmaj language which will aid us in working together for our mutual survival."
"Our mutual survival?" Gershom asks, looking us over like we're insects.
The three men with him stand with their arms crossed glaring.
"Yes," Rosalind says simply.
"Our mutual survival is not my concern Lady General," Gershom says. "Survival of our race is. I won't learn their language. We don't need them for our survival. We need to support our own race."
"Fine," Rosalind says unperturbed. "The Council is convening now."
She walks past Gershom who almost is bold enough to stand in her way, only moving at the last possible moment. We follow Rosalind upstairs and she leads us to a room with double doors. On the other side of it is a large table with chairs. She takes a seat at the head and Gershom sits beside her. The rest of us choose seats and Sverre sits next to me, we hold hands underneath the table.
"Where's Ladon?" Rosalind asks.
"I think he's on his way," Calista says.
"Fine, we'll wait," Rosalind says.
"No we need to start now." Gershom intrudes. "I've been thinking, we should send patrols out to see if other pieces of the colony ship landed with survivors as well."
"Gershom," Rosalind says her voice quiet. "I said we'll wait."
"And I said we'll begin, we are after all, co-chairs of this council."
The two of them glare at each other but the point becomes moot when the door opens and Ladon walks in. He stares at Sverre for a long moment that makes the hair on back of my neck stand on end. Tearing his gaze away he walks over and takes his seat next to Calista.
"The Council is convened," Rosalind says, repeating herself in both languages and I notice Gershom rolls his eyes.
"Welcome our guest," Rosalind says, nodding to Sverre. "He has things to report to us."
Sverre stands, placing both hands on the table in front of him. He clears his throat before speaking.
"Greetings," he says. "Thank you to the mighty warrior Ladon for allowing me to enter his territory."
Rosalind translates for Gershom, no one else cares enough that he understands.
Ladon nods in response and holds his hands up over the table with his palms facing the ceiling. Sverre places his hands in front of himself with palms down. Both men put their hands down.
"There are threats that you may not be aware of," Sverre says, his eyes on Ladon. "Zzlo have landed on the planet."
"NO!" Ladon says jumping to his feet, anger rolling off of him in waves.
Everyone is on their feet. Ladon is shaking with anger, Sverre stands stock still staring at Ladon.
"Wait!" I yell to be heard over the cacophony of everyone talking at once.
Everyone looks at me. Ladon sits down staring at Sverre.
"You're wrong," Ladon says.
"What the hell is going on?" Gershom asks. Rosalind has been unable to keep up with the rapid exchanges.
"If you'd learn the language Gershom, you'd be in the know," she snaps.
Gershom glares at her but doesn't say anything.
"Ladon, I will not lie to you," Sverre says.
"Who or what are Zzlo?" Rosalind asks.
"Slavers. They've haunted our history for generations. They are a force to be reckoned with."
"And they're here? Why? The planet is devastated, why are they here now?" Rosalind asks and looks to Calista who reluctantly translates for Gershom.
"As to that, I don't know," Sverre replies.
"Because they're evil," Ladon says. "We have to be ready to fight them. We need to bring the city defenses on line."
"I'm not having any luck there," Amara replies.
"I understand all that," Rosalind says. "What do they look like? What are their capabilities?"
Sverre reaches in front of him and taps the table with his finger. A panel slides aside then a console lights up in response. All of us look from it to him. His fingers clack on the keys then a hologram appears in the middle of the table. A space pirate. Just like the ones that attacked our colony ship and caused us to wreck.
"Son of a bitch," Amara mutters.
"Anyone else notice they look like a cross between a Predator and Reavers?" Mei asks.
I look at her, back at the hologram, then bust out laughing. "Man, you're right!"
Calista grins too but no one else seems to appreciate the joke so I force myself to quit laughing. "Sorry."
"Those look like the ones who attacked our ship," Inga says.
"They are the same," Calista says.
"Hey look Gershom, it's your uncle," Amara says.
Gershom's face turns purple and he splutters.
"Enough," Rosalind says.
Amara smiles unapologetic but doesn't say anything more.
"Where?" Ladon asks.
"A day and a half to the east," Sverre answers. "Their ship is intact. They will find us sooner or later if they're looking. I don't know why else they would be here."
"What about the ones that crashed when we did?" Inga asks. "Calista mentioned running across one when her and Ladon came to help us."
"That could be what it is," Sverre says. "In that case they may leave without harassing us. There are not many of us and I doubt it would be profitable for them to gather those of us still here."
"We should prepare anyway," Ladon says.
"I agree but we need to look at all we face and prioritize it," Sverre says.
"I agree," Rosalind says.
Her and Sverre look at each other with deepening respect.
"I understand I'v
e just arrived so I do not know what has been done. I know that Jolie needs epis," he says this mostly to Ladon.
"We've farmed some but our supplies have run out," Ladon says.
"You were able to farm it on your own? Impressive," Sverre says.
"It was young," Ladon says, brushing aside the compliment.
"Jolie will need it still, which is a priority," Sverre says.
"Defense is a priority," Rosalind says.
Sverre turns to face her full on. He doesn't say a word. The two of them stare at each other and silence falls across the table. Butterflies dance in my stomach watching him stand up to Rosalind, the Lady General, for me. A minute crawls past and still they stare at each other. Then, finally, Rosalind nods agreement.
"Thank you," Sverre says, bowing his head to her.
"We need to get those shields working," Rosalind says. "Amara can you report on your progress?"
"I'm at an impasse," she says. "As far as I can tell they should be working."
"I believe I can assist in that, once we have epis for Jolie," Sverre says. "When we return I will look into it."
"We can't wait for that!" Gershom cries out when Calista translates, jumping to his feet. "The shield is a priority over all."
"As much as I hate it I have to agree with Gershom," Rosalind says. "You just warned of us of a new threat. One we are beyond woefully unprepared to face. We need those shields."
Sverre stares down at the table in front of him his hands balled into fists. His jaw tightens. I place a hand over his fist. "Please help us get the shield up," I plead.
"Okay," he says. "I will do what I can to start the shield. Once that is done, we mount an expedition for epis without further delay.
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