As if he had sensed her discomfort, Kyr said, “You are doing fine. We’re only a few yards from our destination”.
Wren looked up in the direction he had pointed. It didn’t look so different from one of the large, super modern condominium complexes she’d seen in larger cities. Glass and steel, or things that appeared very similar, speared skyward. But as she followed the view of the tower up, she could see the small aircraft whizzing by overhead. It was a vivid reminder that she was not in Kansas anymore. At the entrance of the building, Kyr scanned the small, clear card again. Two glass panels separated, providing entrance into the building. The floors also appeared to be glass, and as Wren looked down, she could see water flowing beneath them. It was strangely beautiful, but also disorienting.
“This may seem a bit strange,” Kyr said, “But trust me.”
Wren nodded and then stepped into a small pod with him. She had assumed it was an elevator. It was not. She felt the familiar disorientation as the world faded around her. It was the same kind of transport he had used initially at the café. Fortunately, when it was over, the aftereffects didn’t seem quite as severe.
“Transporting shorter distances is much easier,” he explained, but had no time to say more, as a man in flowing white robes came forward to greet them.
“Kyr, my boy! How glad I am to see you!”
The greeting had been spoken in a strange language, but the words simply appeared in her mind. She glanced at Kyr as he replied in that same tongue, “It is a pleasure to see you, Commander. I hope it is not an inconvenience to arrive without notice.”
The man chuckled, “Of course not! Is this her, Kyr? Is she your mate?”
“Indeed, Commander. Wren had been taken to Earth, though I fear that she has no memories of being taken.”
Wren couldn’t say what alerted her, but there was a creeping sensation that swept over her skin. She knew instantly that this man could not be trusted, and that too much had been said already. “I don’t want to do this, Kyr,” she whispered. “He’s dangerous.”
Kyr glanced at her, noting the wariness in her eyes. There was something else, a tension in her, that was palpable. He looked back at the commander. “Commander, you must forgive Wren, she is still quite nervous. The Aldacyians were attacking as we made our escape.”
“Of course! So upsetting, my dear girl! Filthy creatures, the Aldacyians! You should rest here for a while. I will have some proper clothing arranged for you both, and you shall be my honored guests at dinner,” he said, coming forward. He placed his hands on Wren’s shoulders and smiled at her, making her skin crawl. “Welcome home, my dear.”
A servant came forward, dressed in drab clothing that reminded her very much of pajamas and led them down a hallway to a chamber. It was similar to their small sleeping chamber on the shuttle, but with more luxuries. There was a large tub in addition to the glassed in cubicle. Immediately, she turned to Kyr and said, “I don’t like this, and I don’t trust him.”
Kyr took her hands, kissing them, and then kissed her neck. Against her ear, he whispered, “Don’t say anything… Open your mind to me, and you only have to think it.”
“I can’t.”
“You can,” he said, “You have. Every time I am inside you our bonds grow stronger.”
Just hearing him say the words made her knees weak. If she had to let him in to her body to let him into her mind, she would do so. “Then take me… I want to feel you inside me, feel what you feel, take your pleasure and my own.”
Kyr stepped back, and turned toward the tub. As he pressed the button to begin filling it with steaming water, his hands trembled. “Take off your clothes,” he demanded.
Wren shivered at the command in his voice. She removed the boots she wore first, and the jacket. With agonizing slowness, she peeled the flight suit from her body. She freed her arms first, leaving the garment stretched tautly over her breasts. Her nipples were hard, pebbled with her desire, and plainly visible through the tight fabric. Hooking her thumbs beneath the suit, she began to move it over her breasts, letting it slide slowly over them, until it felt to her waist. She reached up, cupping her breasts, massaging them as his eyes went hot. When her fingers plucked at her distended nipples, she could see his jaw clenching. Leaving her aching breasts, she slid her hands over her abdomen, down to her waist and with far more shimmying than was actually required, worked the body suit over her hips and down her legs, until she could step free of it.
During her little strip tease, Wren had discovered that she liked feeling his hot gaze upon her. She felt powerful when he looked at her with such burning hunger blazing in his eyes. She reached up and loosed the knot of her hair, letting it fall in wild disarray around her shoulders before leaning back against the wall. With her hips thrust forward slightly, she moved her hands over her body, much as he had done, until she reached the damp curls of her pussy. Could she really touch herself in front of him? Sliding her fingers into the moist crevice, she watched his face. His eyes were focused intently upon her, on the small movements of her hand, as she slid her fingers inside her cunt, tracing the slick folds.
Curious, she darted a glance to his crotch, pleased to see the evidence of his desire. The fabric of his pants stretched tightly over the hard ridge of his cock. With a bravado that shocked her, she spread her legs apart, arching her hips further forward and spreading her labia with the glistening tips of her fingers, exposing herself to him fully.
“You are playing with fire, Wren,” he warned.
She smiled, “Are you not enjoying the show?”
“How could I not? Watching you touch yourself is incredibly erotic… but the more you give, the more I will demand, so be prepared.”
With a delicate shudder, she began to stroke the hooded bud of her clitoris. It pulsed under her fingers, straining toward even the slightest touch. “I want to see you,” she said, and her voice came out breathless and ragged, “I want to look at your body while I touch myself, think about your hard cock filling me.”
Kyr complied, stripping his clothing quickly from his body, until he stood naked before her. He closed one hand over his cock, stroking lightly. “Make yourself cum…Let me watch your pleasure,” he encouraged.
The weight of his gaze was almost like a caress. She could feel it on her skin. Her breasts grew heavier, her nipples so sensitized that even the faint current of air in the room was a torment. Pressing her fingers more deeply inside the hot sheath of her pussy, she touched a spot that made her gasp, a harsh moan tearing from her lips. Again, she pressed deeper, caressing that same spot, but added the intense pleasure of rolling her thumb over clitoris. Her belly quivered as the orgasm built inside her. She moved faster, her fingers pumping in and out of slick, pink flesh. On a keening cry, the tension broke inside her. Her clit pulsed under her fingers, and her pussy spasmed, tightening around her fingers, clutching and releasing as the pleasure swept through her.
Kyr turned off the water before crossing the room to her. He grasped her wet fingers and sucked them into his mouth, the taste of her desire heightening his own. His other hand delved into her hair, firmly, a bit roughly, tilting her head back. He didn’t kiss her, as much as devour her. Lips, teeth, tongue, the scrape of his whiskers—Every touch walked that tightrope between pleasure and pain, between excitement and fear. When he pulled her away from the wall and shoved her onto the bed, she trembled.
“Are you afraid of me?” he demanded.
She was more afraid of what he made her feel, what he made her want. “No.”
Kyr rolled her onto her stomach, pulling her to the edge of the bed, so that she perched there on her knees, her ass in the air and the swollen lips of her sweet cunt open to him. He palmed the globes of her ass, reveling in the silky texture of her skin, the firmness of her flesh. He caught a glimpse then of what was in her mind, what her fantasy was. He drew one hand away and brought it back down onto the soft cheek in a stinging blow. Immediately, the red print of his hand appeared on
the white skin of her behind. She whimpered, her hands twisting in the bedding as she cried out.
“More?” he asked.
“Yes,” she cried, “Yes!”
He spanked her then, hard. His large hands leaving red prints on both cheeks, alternating between stinging blows and soft caresses until she was writhing and moaning beneath him. He could feel the heat rising from her skin, and could feel the sting of those blows on his own palms. Dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed, he kissed each lush globe in turn, tracing the angry red marks left by his hand, soothing them with his lips and tongue. He could smell her desire and the scent drove him wild. Trailing kisses over the back of her thigh, he moved to the glistening lips of her pussy. Spreading her open with his thumbs, his hands gripping her hips firmly, he tasted her.
Wren sobbed into the bed, her body aching with a need unlike any she had ever known. Each sharp slap of his massive palms on her ass had made her clit throb and her pussy clench. Now, his mouth, the abrasion of his whiskered chin against her clit, was too much. She’d never felt anything quite like it. But then, he did something she had not expected, and the sensation sent her spiraling again to new heights.
Kyr moved slightly, his tongue moving over her pussy, and then up, into the cleft of her sweet ass. He pressed against the tight rosebud of her anus. Each stroke, each touch inflamed her further, and her every moan fed his desire. “Have you ever taken a man here?” he asked, his fingers pressing against the tight opening.
“No,” she said breathlessly. She had never imagined that she would want to, and with his size, it terrified her. Still, a small part of her was curious, even eager.
“You will,” he said, standing up behind her so that the head of his cock pressed against her there. He was slick with pre cum, and with his hand, circled his cock around the tight bud, before withdrawing, “But not yet… That takes time and the patience that you have robbed me of.”
He drove into her quickly, roughly, his cock spearing deep into her pussy, his balls slapping at her engorged clit. She began to cum immediately, her body clutching at him as she moaned and writhed. He held her hips firmly, pressing into her, withdrawing only slightly and thrusting again. The heat of her was scalding, the tightness maddening. As the tremors receded, he withdrew almost completely then drove in again, harder.
It was too much. Wren felt like she was being split apart. He was so big, so deep inside her. But even the pain of it was exquisite, mixing with the remnants of pleasure, the small aftershocks of her orgasm. When his finger pressed into the tight ring of muscles at her ass, she was ready for him. She forced herself to relax, to let him in. He slid only one finger in and it was so impossibly tight, she knew that his cock would never be able to fit inside her. After a few moments of his finger thrusting rhythmically, along with his cock pounding inside her, and a second finger joined the first. The fullness was exquisite. Her hips moved against him, meeting him stoke for stroke until the first ripples of her orgasm left her mindless, crying out his name.
Kyr grunted, his own pleasure building to the boiling point. With her hot sheath gripping him, milking him, his balls tightened, drawing up, and then he was coming, pouring his very essence into her welcoming heat. Her name was a hoarse shout on his lips as her body clutched at him, milking the last drops of cum from him. He leaned over her, his forehead resting against her shoulder as he kissed the delicate arc of her spine and waited for his breath to return.
When he was able, he pulled out of her and gently picked her up, carrying her to the tub and waiting bath. After settling her into the steaming water he joined her, scooting in to sit behind her, her bottom nestled between his thighs. She laid back against his chest and a soft sigh escaped her lips. It was a sound of contentment.
Relaxed as she was, her body exhausted from their sensual exploits, her mind was completely open to him. He could read her every thought, every fear. Her suspicions of the Commander were there, her sense that he was not who he appeared to be. Kyr knew better than to ignore her senses. Untrained though she was, Wren had been created with abilities to see and understand far beyond his own. In all things, the Core strove for balance. By giving him physical strength and endurance, they provided his mate abilities that were equal to but different from his own. He could only read her thoughts, but with time and proper teaching, Wren would be able to read the thoughts of anyone she met.
Against her ear, he whispered, “We will stay tonight and leave in the morning. We will not ask him about the HC scanner. Why do you believe he was responsible for your abduction?”
Wren shivered. It wasn’t desire so much as that every nerve in her body was beyond sensitive. The things Kyr had done to her, the things he had made her feel, left her mindless and boneless, her body relaxed beyond measure but strangely stimulated at the same time. “It is just a feeling I have. When he spoke, there was something in his voice…He was not happy to see you, Kyr. He was surprised that you were here, because he believed that you were dead. Why think that if he wasn’t the one who sent the Aldacyians after us?”
“I will find the answers,” he said, as he lazily soaped her breasts, washing her body. It was arousing to touch her, to be near her, though he had only just had a release unlike any other he had ever experienced. Despite his insatiable need for her, he resolved not to press her again. He knew she was tired.
“Have you been with many women, Kyr?”
“No, I have not,” he said, dreading the questions that would follow.
A tone in his voice alerted her, “What are you not telling me?”
“Things are very different here. I have spent my life living in Sentinel Quarters. I have never been with a woman before.”
He had not been a virgin. She knew that with certainty. “But you’ve been with other men?”
He nodded, “Yes.”
Perhaps it should have repulsed her, but it didn’t. It was strangely arousing to her. Tentatively, she tried to touch his mind as he did hers. Dozens of intensely erotic images filled her mind of Kyr and other men—strong, fierce warriors, their heads thrown back in passion as they pleasured one another. Abruptly, the images disappeared. “Why did you do that? You said that we would share everything.”
“It is different on your planet…What we see here as a natural part of our lives, our desires, in your world makes me less than a man does it not?”
It should have. “I don’t think anything could make you seem like less than a man to me. And what you let me see… it didn’t repulse me, or make me think less of you.” Tentatively, Wren kissed him, pressing her lips against him while she reached out with her mind, showing him the fantasies that he had spawned in her. It was no longer Kyr and that group of fierce warriors. In her fantasy, she was in their midst. Some of them pleasuring themselves as they watched her ride him, some of them touching each other. But one, a blonde man who had featured prominently in his memories approached from behind, his cock glistening with moisture, with the oil he liberally applied.
Kyr growled low in his throat, her dark fantasies spiking his desire. “I would give you that fantasy… readily. It is the way of Sentinels to share everything.”
Wren rose to her knees in the tub, and then turned to face him. He was hard again. She had felt his raging erection pressing against her backside. She was sore, tender in places she had never even known, but the steaming bath had eased the worst of her lingering aches and pains. Straddling his thighs, she reached for his cock and guided it into her tight sheath, reveling in the familiar stretch of her body to accommodate the length and girth of his penis. It wasn’t the fierce, animalistic fucking of earlier, but slow and easy. Their mouths melded, their tongues tangling as she gently pumped her hips atop his. His large hands traced delicate circles on her back and hips. Slowly, they made love, the water lapping about them, their soft cries of contentment lost in one another’s mouths until they came, shuddering together in exquisite release.
CHAPTER SIX
HOURS later,
they were dressed for dinner. Kyr was dressed very similarly to his shipboard attire, but the jacket was slightly more formal and bore insignias that depicted his rank. A gown had been provided for Wren. It was pale green and flowed over her body like water. It wasn’t entirely sheer, but the shadows of her aureolas and the dark thatch of her pubic hair were barely discernible in the light. “I don’t mind wearing this for you,” she said, “But it seems a bit strange to wear it in front of others.”
Kyr smiled, “I can assure you, women do not dress discretely here. In Sector F9, specifically, women tend to be very provocative… Since it is a neutral zone, and aggression of any kind is punishable, they are much more free to behave in any way they desire.”
“And in other sectors?”
He shrugged, “The primary reason we are so relaxed in our attitudes about sex between men is that we face a shortage of women. You, and the others who were created with you, were the first successful creation of female embryos in decades.”
“Why?”
“The Core has not always been accepted. Many of our enemies thought biological warfare, and the slow genocide of our people by limiting our ability to reproduce, would be the most effective way to end us. Also, other worlds that can offer women as payment or reward hold a great deal of sway on men. It is a power they are reluctant to forfeit.”
They left the room, heading back down the corridor and towards the main chamber they had entered earlier in the day. The Commander was dressed in flowing robes similar to his earlier choice, but elaborately embroidered. He welcomed them into the room, and again made Wren’s skin crawl.
“Welcome, welcome! You appear quite invigorated after you rest!” he said, and chuckled. The sound made her feel dirty. Had he spied on them, she wondered? The thought of it both angered and repulsed her. While she acknowledged that being watched was part of the fantasy she had shared with Kyr, it was an entirely different matter to be observed without one’s consent.
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