by Maia Starr
“It is not your call to make. You are not king yet!” I shouted back. We both turned and looked at father. He was quiet as he looked at us and looked at Melody.
“Can I trust you, human female, to stay with the story of this amnesia you speak of?”
“Yes. I do not wish to do anything to harm your planet or the Draqua. I know first hand that it is best that the humans do not know of your existence. We fight amongst ourselves, and if they find out about you, they will want to fight you too. Man is ruthless like that. You have my word. I will say nothing and keep my memories of this place to myself,” she said sadly.
“Then it is settled. You will return to Earth tomorrow morning and you, Cylo, will be the one to take her. You will go alone and without escort as you did before. It seems to be the best way to get in and out of there unseen. Luck to both of you. Now go. This matter is settled,” he said.
“But father?” Greia said.
“It is settled, and that is my final word!” my father roared.
I wasted no time. I did not want my brother to convince him otherwise. I scooped Melody into my arms and took running strides to the veranda. I jumped off the rail and into flight. I flew her straight to her hut window and inside. I threw her on her bed.
“Why did you not tell me you were the daughter of a president on Earth?!” I shouted as I shifted back into Draqua man form. I was in a rage.
“Why did you not tell me you were a prince?!” she shouted back as she got to her feet and got in my face. “Why did you not tell me that your brother was a damn terror of a dragon?! Why did you not tell me that he would attack me like that?” she rambled on.
“I ask the questions here! You could have told me you were a human female of importance! It is vital to our existence to know that!” I said.
“You never asked who I was and I thought that you knew and that is why you took me!” she argued back.
“You could have mentioned it!” I yelled back.
“Why did you not tell me you were a prince when we first spoke?!” she said putting her hands on her hips.
“Because I try to avoid it all costs. I don’t like speaking of it,” I said.
“Well, I am the same way! I am the same as you! I don’t like being the daughter of a president and if someone does not know that I am, which is rare, then I don’t tell them. I get to be an anonymous, random person, but in their eyes only. I think you can understand that. It’s not because I’m some damn spy,” she said, pressing her finger into my chest over and over, lecturing me.
I’d had enough. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. She let out a squeal. Then I planted my lips on hers and kissed her. She struggled for a second and then melted against my body. She was far shorter than me and I had to lift her up to my height in order to not strain my neck. Her arms went up around my neck and her legs wrapped around my belly. She was warm and heated and her bare skin under the muslin dress pressed against me.
“Oh, Cylo,” she whispered between kisses as I devoured her. I allowed my hands to rub down her back and cup her buttocks. I carried her as I took steps until I was near the wall. I pressed her back against the wall and then pressed my own body against hers. She moaned. I kissed her lips and then moved down her neck. I kissed, licked, and nibbled all the way down to her ample breasts. I pulled on the tube fabric that covered them and yanked it down. Two rosy nipples appeared, and they were hard. I couldn’t resist anymore. I put my mouth on one of them and licked and sucked on it.
“Oh god, oh yes,” she said as she pushed her fingers into my long black hair. She wanted it. She wanted it as bad as I did and I wondered just how wet she was already. I was going to find out. I allowed my hand to move from her belly downward. I put it between my body and hers until it was between her thighs. She let out a gasp. I tore at the cloth of her loincloth until it was in shreds on the floor. She was moaning and wiggling wildly against the wall. I moved my fingers over the top of her soft mound and then further down until it was nestled firmly in her slit.
“You’re so wet, Melody,” I whispered.
“You make me wet, Cylo,” she whispered back. I loved hearing those words come from her mouth. It was good for my already indulgent ego that I was the one making her wet. “I want you so badly, Cylo. I want you inside, Cylo,” she moaned.
I moved my fingers up and down along her slit, teasing her. Then I pushed one finger inside of her and pleasured her there. “Oh yes,” she moaned as she pushed her face against my shoulder. She was so small and delicate, and I could easily maneuver my hands and mouth up and down her body as I had her pinned against the wall. “I want you inside me. Please take me now,” she whispered. I pulled my hands from her and picked her up again as I carried her to the bed. I lay her down on her back. She was completely bottomless, with her loincloth on the floor. The tube of material that covered her breasts was now around her waist like a belt. The sheer material of the muslin dress covered her entire body. I wanted to be inside of her. But then as I walked over to her ready to take her, I stopped.
“No, I can’t,” I said looking at her with hungry eyes.
“What?” she said shocked.
“I cannot take you. I want to, but I cannot,” I said.
“What? Why not?” she said with anger and confusion in her voice.
“I can’t be inside you and then return you to Earth. If I know what it feels like to be inside of you, then I will never be able to let you go,” I said.
“But…” she began to say, but I did not stay to hear her protest. I shifted into dragon form and ran to the window and jumped out. I was still hard as fuck and facing complete sexual frustration that I needed to release.
“Cylo! We thought we wouldn’t be seeing you anymore,” Sarah said as I landed on the veranda outside the hut of Michelle and Sarah. They ran over to me eagerly.
“Oh, and he’s already ready for us,” Michelle said as she pushed her hand under my loincloth and wrapped her hand around my cock.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered. It was just what I needed. I closed my eyes. I imagined that Michelle’s hands were Melody’s hands.
I wanted Melody so damn bad. I could still taste her lips. I was not used to not taking what I wanted, when I wanted. So it had been excruciating for me to walk away from her when she was laid out for me to take. But I knew that my father was right, and I had to let her go. She was too risky to be abducted because she was a person of notoriety and needed to be taken back. Damn. I did not want to be the cause of a war with Earth because of my reckless ways, but if anyone was worth a war, it was Melody.
“Open your eyes, Cylo,” Michelle pouted. I opened my eyes and pushed all thought of Melody out of my mind, or tried to, as I indulged in satisfying my urges with these two women. The next day I would be stuck on a ship with Melody, and I would not have the space needed to stop my desire for her. So I had to get it all out while I could. I would fuck myself tired. It was the only thing that I could do under the circumstances.
“Come here. Turn around,” I said to Michelle as she got all fours and giggled. I pushed my hands through her long black hair and took her from behind. She moaned and screamed wildly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
MELODY REEVES
I could not believe what had happened. First, I was terrorized by a damn freaking dragon! Then I was teased and left unsatisfied by Cylo. He had turned me on beyond any lustful desire that I had ever experienced, only to walk away when I was ready for him to make love to me. It was a mean thing to do to me. He left me lying naked on the bed. I got up and opened the trunk of clothing and got dressed in brand new clothes.
“The little shit,” I thought as I paced back and forth in the hut. I was angry with all of it. I hated that his father, the king, and his brother thought of me as someone not to be trusted. I had not been on Kelon very long, but I was excited about it being my home for some time. I did not even get a chance to really see the village and to explore. I thought there was more time, but that t
ime was cut short. It was because I was the daughter or President Reeves. Funny, even out here in deep space where no one knew me, being the daughter of the president was still a big problem for me.
“So unfair!” I shouted as I picked up the comb from the table and threw it across the room. I walked over to the window and inhaled the deep scent of the salty sea air. I felt the ocean breeze caress my skin as the midday was giving way to evening. The village seemed lively and the smell of food cooking wafted on the wind toward me. My stomach growled. This would be last night here in the village, and I wanted to remember it. I leaned my elbows on the window and tried to tune into every detail of this alien island paradise full of dragon shifting warriors. The warriors were the kind you found hundreds of years ago on Tahiti, Hawaii, or New Zealand. It was fascinating. But as I tuned into the sights and sounds of the island, I heard something else that was very upsetting.
“Oh yes! Oh yes!” I heard a female voice shout out in ecstasy. I was suddenly jealous of the female that was getting the ecstasy that I had only just sampled a few minutes before. But then I heard something that absolutely infuriated me.
“Oh yes! Cylo! Don’t stop, Cylo! I’m cumming!” the voice shouted.
“What? What the fuck?” I whispered. “Oh you fucker! Are you kidding me? You went to the two sluts?” I said out loud as though Cylo could hear me. I could not believe it. He had left my side and went to release himself in the company of his damn harem. The shouts of ecstasy were loud, and I knew that they must be close.
I could not listen any longer. I was in complete jealous rage as the sounds invaded my ears. I moved from the window and dropped the shutters. “You dick!” I shouted in anger. I moved to the tub and ran the water just to drown out the sounds that were still audible. I held back tears. It was so unfair. I wanted my last night on the island to at least have a little passion in it and the one that had taken me for the sole purpose of mating with me, refused to now mate with me. I fell asleep steeped in anger and dread for the next day’s return to Earth.
The next morning it was time to go back. I dreaded it. I had come all this way, and I wanted to explore this adventure some more. I wanted to write about it. And even though Cylo turned out to be such a pig, I still thought of him as a friend. I was still in love with this planet, the mystery and alien sense of it all. Going back to Earth seemed so bland now.
“Ready?” Cylo asked as he stood at the door of my hut. He did not make eye contact with me.
“Yes,” I said. He walked ahead of me onto the bridge. He did not bother to guide me or help me with my fear of heights. This annoyed me even more.
“Did you get good sleep?” I asked.
“Yes, I did,” he said in a blunt manner.
“Yes, I heard just how good that sleep was all the way in my hut,” I said. He stopped. His back straightened. I guess he wasn’t expecting that, but he said nothing. He just kept going as he led me to the tree with the staircase in it. I wondered why he did not shift and fly with me in his arms down to the ship. It would be faster.
“It is settled then? I really am leaving?” I asked sadly.
“Yes, that it the way of things. It is the will of King Hydros, and what he says goes,” he said without looking at me as we stood on the platform around the tree.
“Nothing can be done?” I asked as I followed him into the tree and we took the spiral staircase down. It was much easier going down and took no time at all.
“No. You were there. If I had known you were the daughter of a president, I would have never taken you in the first place,” he said.
“Well, I am glad that you did, in a way. This place has grown on me. Well, except for your brother. He’s kind of a dick,” I said.
Cylo stopped and roared in laughter at my statement. “Yes, a dick. He really is. We have never gotten along. I am not sure that we ever will. Now come on; my ship is waiting.”
I laughed and smiled that at least I had broken through his stony exterior. Whatever this cold shoulder thing was that he was giving me did not make sense. I was the one that should be pissed off after having to listen to him bang the slut sisters all night! It was really unfair, but then again, so was everything about this place.”
“Come. You are happy and excited to go back to Earth,” Cylo said as he opened the door to his ship.
“Yes. Yes, I am excited and happy to go back to Earth!” I said with a big smile and a sudden burst of optimism to be going home. Why had I been so sad about leaving this island? I did not want to stay here! I wanted to go back home and be on my own planet. I strapped myself happily into the seat and waited with a big grin on my face.
“Preparing for lift off. Engines are burning,” Cylo said to himself. I looked around at the beautiful scenery in front of me. I was reluctant to leave such a great swimming place, but there would be more like it on Earth.
“I’m excited! Let’s get going!” I shouted. Cylo just gave me a look. His brown eyes were burning through me. Then he looked back at his controls and put the ship into the air. It shot straight into the sky. As it went through the thick puffy clouds, I suddenly felt a feeling of dread come over me. My excitement had left me. Why was I so excited to go back to Earth? I knew that I wasn’t. Then it hit me.
“Cylo! How dare you! You did it again, did not you?” I asked him.
“I had to. I did not want you to feel so much sadness about leaving Kelon. I would not be able to stand seeing that on your face,” he said.
“So what? That doesn’t’ mean you can take control of my mind simply because it is more comfortable for you! I am allowed to have my emotions, you know!” I shouted at him angry that he had done his damn mind tricks again on me.
“It was a necessity. Now be quiet and let me concentrate. We are entering space,” he said. I sat back and crossed my arms in front of my chest. I watched as blue sky and white puffy clouds turned into black space. Soon the ship stopped shaking, and we were drifting in the deep black.
“Coordinates set for Earth,” he said.
“Coordinates set for Earth,” the ship said back. “Please enter target landing on Earth,” the computer said.
“Santa Barbara, California. It is north on the coastline from where you found me,” I said to Cylo.
“Set coordinates for Santa Barbara, ten miles off the coast,” he said.
“Confirmed,” the computer said.
Then he turned and looked at me. He was quiet as he stared at me and then he said, “This is all for the best, for both of us, and for the Draqua.”
“I understand. It is probably best for my family as well. They do not need to continue to think that I am missing. My father has a very large job to do, and this could be a big distraction to that job. It is not far to him,” I said.
“Good, I am glad that you see it is best,” he said. Then he moved his eyes back to the windshield and flew the ship.
We were quiet for about two hours. I kept glancing over at him periodically. I wanted to burn his memory in my mind. I knew that in a day or so we would be back on Earth and I would be back to sitting with my girlfriends at lunch and wondering if the man I was currently dating liked me for me and not because I was the daughter of the president. It was ironic that on Earth, being the president’s daughter caused me to not know true love because all the men tried to use me to get to my father. Yet on another planet, being the president’s daughter was the one thing that this Draqua did not want me to be. He wanted me to be just some normal human girl that wouldn’t cause global news if she disappeared. It seemed that no matter which planet I was on, I was in a no win situation.
“Picking up object on radar,” the computer said. It brought both me and Cylo out of our dazes.
“Identify object,” Cylo said.
“Object unidentified. Measurements are those of a ship with a flight path to intersect us,” the computer said.
“What? What does that mean?” I asked panicked.
“Stay here, Melody,” Cylo said as he qu
ickly jumped from his seat and then ran to the back of the ship.
“You’re starting to scare me,” I said. He ran to the back and looked out a small porthole window.
“I don’t recognize the ship source. It is not a Draqua ship. But it is coming for us,” he said.
“What? Why?” I asked.
“Maybe just to steal our ship and bounty; who knows out here. Anything goes in space,” he said.
“You mean like pirates?” I asked with wide eyes. He ran back to his seat and strapped in. “Hold on,” he said.
“Computer switch to manual control,” he ordered.
“Switching to manual control.”
He took control piloting the ship and began to fly in erratic crazy patterns. “Whoa! What are you doing?” I asked.