She started at the base of his sex and licked all the way to the bulbous head. He loudly groaned his approval of her exploration and put his hand to her head, guiding her back to his staff. She grasped the base with both hands and started to move them up and down his length, all the while licking and suckling on the tip of the head. He was so large she could barely fit the head into her mouth without pain.
He was bucking his hips madly to the friction of her hands and the temptation of her lips and tongue on his penis. She gathered speed, and sensing he was coming close to the brink of orgasm, she engulfed as much of the head as she could into her mouth. That was all it took to have him spend into her mouth and free his seed down her throat.
Kaya licked him clean, something she would never have done before to any of her other lovers. She smiled down at him as she sat up. Another point for the Aegarians, their cum was actually sweet and tasted like candy. Or maybe it was just the dream world they were in.
He was still hugely erect even after his orgasm, and instead of release, he almost seemed more on fire to have more of her and her body. He grasped her by the waist and pulled her under him in one swift, strong pull. She instinctively opened her thighs to him, welcoming the weight of the man she cared for. He pulled his manhood to her slit, rubbing it against her wetness to ready him to enter her aching sex.
Slowly, he pushed until he was fully planted inside her as Kaya moaned the entire time. He paused a moment to allow her to grow accustomed to his size. Once he was sure she was comfortable, he began the slow in and out motion which would eventually bring her to an orgasm.
He slowly built up speed, but not fast enough for her. She bucked against him, using her hands on his buttocks, trying to urge him to move faster. The rush of heat in her womb was rapidly growing, and she knew she needed him to pound his cock into her to fully realize release. She was not the type of woman who wanted slow and lazy lovemaking, but a fast wild ride.
He took her cues and began an assault on her body. He pumped his engorged cock in and out of her body at a rapid pace. He bent his head and suckled one nipple, then the other, and back again. Besh seemingly could not get enough of those beautiful breasts, especially those breasts in his mouth.
Kaya wrapped her hands into his hair, loving the attention her breasts were getting. Sensing her orgasm was close, she used her other hand to rub her aching clitoris. Seeing her hand, he viciously pulled it away. She gave a moment’s pause to the harsh action until he replaced her hand with his own, rubbing the hard nub, all the while pumping hard into her sex and suckling her nipples.
She opened her eyes to the room, only to see the sun begin to rise and peek through the windows of the balcony. She was so close and from his speed and power, she knew he was too. So close, she was almost there, almost there, almost there.
The sunbeams hit his back, and he was gone.
****
Kaya opened her eyes and was immediately angered that she had been moments from orgasm when the damned infernal sun had risen and stolen her lover away. Damn it all to hell.
She already could not wait until sunset.
She rose and went to the bathroom. She looked into the mirror and saw she glowed. Her lips and breasts were abused and her sex raw. This definitely was no dream. No dream at all. But she was still pissed to have lost her lover to the awakening sun. She finished brushing her hair and washing her teeth and face before stepping out of the bathroom. She went to the balcony to see a delicious platter of food, and for the first time since she had arrived a week before, she had no appetite. She picked over the food.
Lord Fatel walked onto the balcony and sat down at the table, picking a few bites of her mostly uneaten platter. He had a frown across his face, which was unusual for him. He was not Mr. Sunshine, but nor was he a sour puss, especially so close to her.
“And what troubles Lord Fatel this morning?”
“Nothing. I just did not sleep well last night. You don’t look your usual chipper self either. Rough night?”
She blushed a little, and with her bad mood, got pissed that she blushed. “None of your business.”
“I see you are in as bad a funk as I am this morning. How is it we were becoming such friends, and yet as of late, you have been distant?”
She sighed, knowing part of what he said was right. “Lord Fatel, you know what trouble lies ahead of you if we become too close. So the only way to save you was to push you away. I did not do it to hurt you, but to save you from the both of us.”
“I have been a complete gentleman as of late and have not even attempted seduction. It has taken every last bit of my control, but I have done it. I am simply your friend and teacher. Don’t push me away—I could not bear it.”
She looked into his handsome face and smiled. She wished his plea had not made her smile, but there was something about this man she could not resist. “I’ll be your friend and your pupil, but nothing more. Deal?”
“Deal.” He smiled. “Did you read any more of the report for the Emperor?”
“A little, but I went to bed early.”
He cocked his eyebrows and gave her a questioning look.
“Don’t ask. Anyway, I have read about half of the report, but it is as boring as watching paint dry. So I think we need to head back to the library and look at more information.”
“I was scared you were going to say that.”
****
They spent the next couple of weeks searching the library for information about the experiment, Aegarian history, and the rules of Daya N’goul. The time was spent in quiet friendship, both pouring over books and vid screens, passing information along, as tidbits of interest were found. They grew closer as Fatel explained certain aspects of his world, and Kaya offered information about growing up on Earth, and they explored the differences between their cultures. Sharing more about themselves, they grew to like each other for more than the intense chemistry they first felt upon meeting each other.
Kaya then spent her nights in the arms of her lover Besh. She grew to love him even though she could not see his face clearly in the weeks spent in his arms. His care and concern for her body, mind and spirit showed up time and time again. When she wanted to talk, he would talk with her, sharing his dreams and desires. When she wanted his body he gave it freely, giving her the most amazing sexual experiences she had ever had.
She grew to love both these men in different ways, her friend and her lover, and realized she could not leave either of them. She had nothing really to hold her to Earth, and Besh had promised she could visit her home from time to time. Her business was her life, something she had given her heart and soul to for as long as she could remember. But that heart and soul wasn’t only hers any longer, and she knew she could not leave the love and warmth of Besh. The only stumbling block she had was voicing these feelings to Besh, without seeing him standing before her in the flesh. Her dreams were one thing, but she had to know the real Besh was the same man she had bared her soul to night after night before she could give herself completely to him.
So on the night before she would finally meet Besh in reality, she decided to go ahead and tell him her choice of staying in their shared dream world, to see what his reaction would be to her. Before she could utter the words, he said the one thing which had her reconsidering her choice. As they lay in her bed, wrapped in each other’s arms after an amazing round of lovemaking, he gave her the bad news.
“You cannot see your teacher again after tomorrow morning.”
“What? Why would I knowingly choose to lose a friend?”
“You are mine, and you have a choice to make. Come to me, walk away from him and this attraction the two of you share. Show me I am the man you want. If you want to share my life, my world with me, you will have to say your goodbyes to Lord Fatel in the morning.”
“Does he know of this?”
“Of course.”
“Why did he not tell me?”
“Because it was not his place to t
ell you.”
She was stunned into silence, her thoughts warring inside her. She loved Besh, but Lord Fatel was her friend and confidant. How would she navigate this new world without him? Sensing her fear, Besh pulled her closer to him.
“One more thing, my flower. Tomorrow you cannot let on we have met like this. When you see me, I am a stranger to you. We are not supposed to see each other before we Join, and if they knew we had been meeting in dreams this whole month, then I’m not sure how they would feel about it.”
“Fine. I understand,” Kaya said briskly. She could sense that Besh tried to ignore her response to him, knowing she was obviously distraught at having to give up her friend, one of the only ones she had in this foreign land. But he had to know he was the reason she stayed, not her care for another man.
Kaya rolled to her side, facing away from Besh, allowing him to pull her to his chest and wrap his arms and thigh over her. She would have normally have loved to have him spoon her so, as it was her favorite way to be held. She always felt so warm and loved, but tonight, all she felt was cold and alone. Numb. She needed time to think about how she could keep them both in her life.
He pulled her closer and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter Seven
The following morning dawned bright and beautiful. Kaya woke earlier than normal, having slept fitfully all night because she had spent most of the night going over her options. She was not ready to say goodbye to her only real friend on this world, but over the course of the night, she could not come up with a way to keep him with her. Forced to make a decision, she knew either way, she would lose Lord Fatel, regardless of if she chose to stay in this alien world with the General or if she turned away and went back to Earth.
She rose and started to take care of her morning rituals, and heard her lady’s maids come in with breakfast. She walked out to the balcony and sat down before the sumptuous meal, but she had little appetite. She picked at her food for a few moments before dropping her head into her hands, feeling lost and alone for the first time in weeks.
Lord Fatel walked out into the sun beside her and rested his hands on her shoulders. “Are you ready to meet your General, Princess?”
She whipped her head around to face him, anger simmering in her eyes, behind the shimmering of tears she had been on the brink of shedding. “Why didn’t you tell me I would not be allowed to see you after this morning?”
“Because after this morning you will have your General and you will not need me anymore. What is the point of continuing?”
“I thought you were my friend? I have confided in you while I was here, and you pointedly asked me not to push you away weeks ago when I tried to save your worthless hide. I will miss not having you to talk to each day.”
“I was only meant to be your tutor for the month.”
“Are telling me I mean absolutely nothing to you? Well, then if that’s the case I’m glad I won’t have to see you after today.” She hadn’t wanted to sound like an insolent child, but regardless, she did.
Fatel sighed heavily, trying to hide the beginnings of a grin at her tone and her apparent care for him. It wasn’t missed. “Princess, don’t pout. You are my friend, and I love seeing you each morning in all your splendor. But believe me, once you meet your General, you will not miss me at all. You are just afraid of what is to come.”
Tears glimmered in her eyes at what he said, and she knew he was probably right about her fear of her future. It didn’t mean it made her goodbye to him any easier. After a hug that lasted longer than it should, Lord Fatel pulled her face into his large warm hands and kissed her on her nose, her cheek, and then he kissed the tears away from her eyes. They said their goodbyes, and he pulled away to leave her for good. He looked over his shoulder as he walked toward the door and smiled. “You will always be my Princess.”
Smiling as a tear rolled down her cheek, Kaya stood there watching, even when he was gone from her sight. He had been right about how she felt this morning, especially about the fear of what was to come. She had never seen Besh’s face, not that looks were the most important thing to her, but what if her dream Besh was much different than the real Besh? What if the dreams had only truly been in her mind and he was a vicious nasty man who would make her life hell? She sat back down to finish her breakfast, but her mind was still too preoccupied to eat a single bite.
Her mind ran rampant at the thoughts of what if, so she pushed out of the chair as she rose from the table and stalked into the bedroom, where J’Halle and Be’in were laying out one of the more stunning dresses Besh had bought her. It was two pieces of a perfect periwinkle blue sheer silk, the first wrapped around her upper torso like a mummy’s bandages and the second rode low on her hips and flowed open to her feet. The maids bathed and readied her with much more dramatic touches than she had ever been prepared. Every inch of her was scrubbed, and the maids even washed the inside of her sex with a special nozzle on the tub she had never even noticed before.
Her flowing auburn locks were piled high on her head, and a gold half headdress was placed around her face. Golden beads were braided here and there through the hair, and gold dust was spread on her entire body, not just her face, neck and arms like before. She looked into the mirror and was so numb with fear she did not realize how stunning she actually looked.
A heavy golden necklace, filled with all types of gemstones, was hung around her neck. Gold arm, wrist, and ankle bands were added. Heavy earrings were added. The earrings were not like those on Earth; these were golden wires which curved and curled into a shell-like shape and covered her entire earlobe. Gems were threaded here and there on the shape and those gems matched the heavy necklace she wore.
The beautiful silk was wrapped around her body, and she was given a pair of gem-encrusted panties to step into. These, fortunately, only had gems on the front, to cover her mound, and not on the path between her legs. Thankfully she would be able to walk normally when meeting the General. And her feet were left pleasantly bare.
She looked at the finished product in the mirror and even though she was more beautiful than she had ever looked, all she could feel was the pain of losing Lord Fatel and her nervous stomach, which felt almost as if she could wretch. J’Halle added one last item after she viewed herself, a sheer veil which attached to the top of the headdress and flowed down so its bottom rested on her breastbone, covering her face from view. She was so close to tears, but she refused to ruin Be’in and J’Halle’s hard work, so she took several calming breaths and turned to exit her dressing room.
When Kaya walked out, a woman dressed almost as exquisitely as she greeted her. “I am the General’s sister, Sigh. I will escort you to his chamber for you to meet him and make your choice known to our family, whether you will accept him or not.”
Kaya stood like a statue, unable to move. The tall beautiful woman standing in front of her began to stare at her with curiosity. “Are you unwell? Or are you afraid?”
“Afraid,” Kaya whispered, almost too low for Sigh to hear.
The woman stepped closer to her, grasped her hands, and smiled down at her. “How do you Earthlings say? Hmm … he won’t … bite.”
Kaya laughed quietly and smiled at the warmth this woman was showing her. Sigh squeezed her hands. “Why don’t we go see the General now?”
They left her rooms and entered the open hall, but instead of walking down the stairs toward the street, they turned left into another open hallway, this one open to a courtyard garden in full bloom below them. The riot of color was spectacular, and Kaya had wished she had seen this part of the building long before now. They turned right down another hallway and entered a large open space filled with people. Kaya instantly felt self-conscious of the audience around her, feeling like she was the morning’s entertainment for these eyes staring at her. She bent her head down shyly, even though she wore the veil and was effectively hidden from these people, and let Sigh move her to the front of the room.
; As she approached the front, she realized there was a man standing at the front as well, also with a sheer veil covering his face. It must be him, she thought to herself. He was not wearing a shirt, but had loose white pants which rode low on his hips and gracefully floated to the floor to his bare feet. She noticed the same height and build she remembered from her dreams as well as the muscular arms, chest and stomach. His body was glistening with the same gold dust which covered her, and she noticed he was squeezing his hands closed and open and closed again. It touched her for some reason he seemed as nervous as she was, and she allowed some of her fear to subside.
But only some. Her butterflies still whirled around quite effectively.
Finally, she was moved beside him, turned to face him, with her side to the crowd around them. A man who was obviously a religious figure came forward between them, similar to a wedding ceremony. Kaya felt like she was trapped, about to do something she did not want to do. Besh grabbed her hand as he noticed she had slowly backed away. She heard him huskily whisper, “He will only bless the meeting, do not worry.”
It was the same voice she had heard each night in her dreams. And that voice calmed her. He dropped her hand, and the man between them began speaking in a language Kaya did not understand, but she felt lulled by it at the same time. He then sprinkled both their heads with a glittering substance and smiled at them both. A murmur went through the crowd behind them, the crowd who had been eerily quiet through the short ceremony.
Besh moved his hands toward the end of her veil, and slowly he lifted it over her head and removed it from her circlet. An audible sigh left his lips once he stepped back and looked at her. She stood looking at him, not exactly knowing what to do, or if she was even supposed to do anything. Damn Lord Fatel, he had never told her about the meeting ceremony, just the Joining ceremony. After a few more moments, Besh evidently realized she was not sure what she should do and grasped her hands and placed them at the hem of his veil. She slowly pulled the veil off his face, instinctively closing her eyes as she was doing it.
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