“We don't kill animals then serve their parts. That's barbaric. Instead, we combine components to create the meat and have it prepared robotically.”
She popped one of the shrimps in her mouth and savored the flavor. It didn't seem synthesized; it tasted perfectly normal to her, but it occurred to her that they could build the shrimp from the ground up without having to kill animal if they just knew the right ingredients and how to form them into the proper shape. “So you replicate?”
“No. We harvest resources, but we don't kill animals unless they attack us.”
She laughed as he took a bite of his burger. “You're a vegetarian.”
“I guess I am.” Dylan opened his mouth to show a huge wad of synthetic beef on his tongue and she nearly shot the shake out her nose she laughed so hard.
When they were done, they simply got up and left. She stopped Dylan just as he was walking out the door. “You don't use money!?”
“No. We have enough.” He turned and walked out. This didn't make any sense to her. What about wealth and luxury? Did they already have that or was everything divvied out? “How do you know who gets what?” They were walking through the street past a line of square buildings.
“We take what we need and leave the rest.”
“You don't have greed?”
“That's not true at all.” He curled his lips up so that it looked like his front teeth protruded farther out, then he reached down and grabbed his crotch, waving it up and down with wild eyes. “Fancy a shag,” he screamed in a British accent, lunging for her.
She screamed and ran away from him, but he was too fast. “You know you want this,” he yelled behind her. He overtook her instantly and chased after him, through the streets until he stopped in front of a square building that opened up in a thin alley.
“I'm gonna hit the pillow” He ran in and jumped on top of a massive cushion while she stood in the doorway. It was just a square room with a door leading to what must've been the bathroom. It was obviously his home. He propped his head up on his hands and looked at her with a playful grin then he grabbed his crotch and waved it around saying, “Aren't you coming with me.”
“No.”
He jumped up and loomed over her. “NO?”
She shrank back and he plopped back on the cushion, laughing raucously. She almost punched him in the face until he laid back and pulled down his shorts. His cock popped out like it had been waiting forever to be unleashed. “Come sit in my lap,” he beckoned.
She was suddenly aware of her own nakedness, and walked over to where he was laying and looked down at his magnificent body. There was a scar on his shoulder and blotches on his skin. He was that body just as much as he was inside of there. His masculinity was his allure. His childish radiance burst out of him and drenched her spirit.
She lay down next to him and faced the ceiling. “I want you inside of me, Dylan. Is that OK?”
He answered by rolling over on top of her. “Dear god, yes.” His breath was like vanilla and sea salt, wafting against her face and sending shivers down her chest, where his fingers were already running along the edge of both her nipples, barely grazing the surface of her skin. She nearly jumped in excitement, and her jolting movement pushed his hard cock into her lips as she writhed from the tension. She tried to hold it in but the noxious wave burst forth and sent her into the throes of ecstasy. He reached down and ran his fingers along her lips and she screamed, “Put it in!”
Without further hesitation, he slammed his cock so far down inside of her that her cries could be heard a block away. He was drilling her, pushing against every single crevice and grinding his hips just right so that his cock sparked a fire burning inside of her.
His deep groans combined with her desperate cries, creating a harmonic beat of passion that turned into a frenzy as he pushed in and out with inhuman speed. She was helpless. All she could do was bask in the rapture of his perfect timing.
The sound of his balls smacking against her taint was what drove them both past the brink as her whole body nearly rose up from the pressure and he filled her with gooey cream and they both screamed at the same time.
He collapsed on top of her, breathless then reached under her neck and pulled her into his chest, where she lost herself for the day. She had found paradise, a place to live her life and discover nature's bounty the way she'd always wanted to. She had opened herself up, and the universe had given her a miracle.
She was the luckiest human woman alive, and she was certain that she could die happily buried deep within his muscles.
Chapter 7
There's nothing more amazing than the afterglow of a moment of passion when you wake up to the sound of your lover sleeping. Becca didn't want to stop feeling his breath against her face, and she couldn't imagine being anywhere else than in his arms. She was perfectly happy where she was, and she was going to insist on staying there even when he woke up.
That moment was so much more than the beauty of love, it was also the discovery of a new world, something that she never imagined possible, and she was ready to begin understanding it. She could do anything she wanted with Dylan by her side. She didn't know how she had become so lucky.
She thought about what he'd said, that she'd called to him. Maybe it was her moment in the water when she let her old self go. Perhaps the man had some sort of intuition or sixth sense that she didn't understand. Whatever it was, she felt like she had conjured this man into her life, and she could never let him go. She could believe in magic. How could she not? She was in a strange world in the arms of an extraterrestrial, and she couldn't be happier.
She ran through the last two day's events in her mind. The strange part about it was that she allowed herself to move through the entire event without freaking out. She wasn't scared. To her, it was completely natural. She knew that with how much stuff was out there, man couldn't be alone. It was common sense, so it wasn't a huge surprise.
Most people wouldn't have been able to do it. They would've ran away screaming, but she knew serendipity when she saw her, and she would never pass up another opportunity for fate to knock on her door.
She turned her head to get a better look at the place. It was dark, presumably night time, but the glow of the crystals gave her ample light. The door just past her feet at the end of the bed was a rectangular depression in the crystal with a rosy knob, made out of the same rosy material she saw lining the ocean floor. There were other rose-colored buttons in various locations of the wall, hiding what she was certain must've been storage areas.
Everything was made out of the same materials—the black floor and the green crystal. She recognized this as a uniformity in production, which must mean that they could build quickly and easily. That was probably why everything was the same. It must be automated. It had that simplistic feel of an easy life Dylan had portrayed.
It was like an entire culture of beach kids, who preferred to lay back and have fun, and they were given that privilege because of their technology. It didn't seem all that different, or even much more advanced. People had 3D printers, so it made sense that they would develop the same tech the Centaurians used to make food. They had nanotechnology, which was almost certainly the thing that allowed the air shield to take oxygen out of the water. The things that the Centaurians used in their everyday lives were about a century ahead of humans, but it wasn't crazy.
Dylan said that they had been traveling to the human world well before they even knew what electricity was, but if their technology was just beyond that of humans, then there must have been some sort of stagnation. Humans were quickly catching up to them. Dylan had also said that the rifts in the ocean were built thousands of years and the technology was lost to them.
Becca had heard about how in the Dark Ages they survived off of the vestiges of the Roman Empire. They used their buildings, and tried to rebuild their government. Even the aquifers that supplied them with water and the baths were kept up.
Perhaps, something happ
ened and the Centaurians were doing the same thing. Their culture had once been a great power, capable of tearing holes in space, a great feat that requires massive amounts of energy and full knowledge of the cosmos.
Becca once heard that it would take the energy of the sun to create a wormhole like the one they passed through. To be able to produce something like that, they must've been gods. The Centaurians were probably surviving off of the infrastructure that culture had left behind. They were using their cities and their automation systems, living easy but ignorant lives. She wondered what had happened to bring on the destruction of those people.
Whatever it was that caused this, she saw no sign of danger. There was no panic or anger in people's eyes. They didn't seem jealous either. They simply went about their daily lives, free from worry. It was a long time ago, but something else bothered her.
So far, she was the only female that she had ever seen on this planet. They simply didn't exist. She had to understand this. This could be something that affected her, and she wondered whether or not it had something to do with the death of their advanced civilization. She resolved to ask Dylan about this, but first she decided to examine the bathroom and see if she could clean herself up.
When she got up, she looked down at the man that had changed her world. There weren't any women here. Why was she here? She had to believe that his intentions with her were pure; they must've been. He was sincere. She didn't think he was capable of that kind of deception. He was an open book, and that wasn't a misinterpretation. His answers came readily and easily. His pleasure and affection—everything was real.
She put her hand on the door knob and the door pulled up into the wall. The bathroom had knobs for a sink, a simple toilet and a shower, all made from the same crystal, but it was recognizable enough that she was certain that she could understand it. There were black buttons in the walls of the shower, to the left, and she pressed one. It squirted out soap, another had shampoo.
She was never going to get over the simplicity of the place. It was as if everything were setup for them so they didn't have to work at all. She let the salt and grime wash off her body then walked out to find the man from the pier standing on Dylan's face. He lunged and grabbed Becca, throwing a black cloth on her head.
She couldn't scream or even move. The cloth had paralyzed her somehow, and she started to lose consciousness. She woke up to find herself in a crystal room that was completely closed off. There were no openings and nothing but the black floor. Panic set in. She started wailing and begging. She pounded on the walls, and got nothing but silence.
She fell to her knees. “Please! I have to see him!” She couldn't be separated from Dylan, not when they'd just met. “Don't hurt him! Don't hurt me!”
She ran around the crystal walls, feeling for some depression or opening; there had to be something. She ran her hands at the lowest point all around the room, and made her way around higher and higher till she had inspected the entire surface. She fell down in the middle of the floor and screamed until her throat was raw and parched. Nothing happened. She didn't even know if she was being watched.
She had gone from being in a state of bliss to utter horror, and this world was too new for her to know what to expect. She saw gruesome images of Centaurians sitting down at a table above her, ready to devour her or harvest her organs. She could be killed. Anything could happen, and she would be completely powerless to stop it. She could no sooner take on one of them then she could take on a lion.
Chapter 8
She had paced around manically, trying to decide a plan of action. Becca tried to break off a piece of the crystal so that she could use it as a weapon, but so far as she could tell, it was unbreakable. She was completely helpless and she would have to accept it. She had to fight, but she wouldn't be able to.
She lay down in the middle of the floor once again and waited. She had no idea how much time had passed. It could've been days—years even. When she heard the sound of a door opening in front of her she jumped up and backed against the wall.
“Please! Don't hurt me!”
There was a figure standing in the dark beyond. She couldn't see his face, but she could tell it was a human form. When the man came into the light, she saw that it was the same man from the pier who had abducted her. “Let me go!”
“Becca.” His voice was deep and sultry, almost like that of an Arab or Mexican. He was completely naked and erect.
“Who are you? What am I doing here?”
It only took him a few steps. He was inches away from her face. She felt the assault of his breath hitting her face, and the smell of peppermint. “Does it matter?” He looked down at his long cock.
“I want to see him,” she hissed. Her knee went up to hit him in the balls, but he held it down. Then cocked his head to the side.
“You want this, Becca. You can have it.” He stroked his cock, then she spat in his face, disgusted by his vulgar display of sexuality.
“You want my permission otherwise you would've taken me. You'll never have it, even if you leave me here for a decade.”
He took her hands and moved them up against the wall. His skin was burning ice that made her wrists ache, until she felt the frost forming and finally the ice, attaching her wrists to the walls. “It'll be about a week. You won't be allowed to move, but don't worry. I'll take care of you.” He pursed his lips. “I'll come and feed you and hold you, just like you want.” He laughed and turned around to leave.
“No! “She held her head down and tried to move her wrists to break free, but the material was too strong. It wasn't really ice; it just looked like it. It was strong and cold, that was all she knew that and that it was burning her skin like frigid air crushing her.
“Take it off! Please! Take it off!” Her voice came out hoarse and raw. Her face was sore from crying and yelling. She couldn't take it. She was going to go insane if those things didn't come off her wrists. The pain was unbearable. She couldn't handle it, not for a week, not for a second. She had to get free, but when panic set in and her lungs cried out of their own volition, she knew that she was being tortured for her choice. He wouldn't let her go. He was holding her prisoner until she chose to be with him. She knew that was it because otherwise he would've taken her.
The pain shook through her, pulsing throughout her body until it became so unbearable that she was knocked into a state of shock, aware of nothing except for the fire that threatened to overwhelm her. She didn't notice when the door opened, until she felt the bindings come loose and she fell to the ground with Dylan standing over her.
She looked up and started balling. She grabbed for his legs but he stepped away. She tried to talk but she couldn't. Her voice was gone completely, and her throat was so dry. He looked down on her with an emotionless expression. Why didn't he care? Why didn't held hold her. She lunged for him again and he stepped away then turned her back on her. When he walked out the door, she lost hope of any future she thought she might have.
She lost track again, and fell unconscious on the floor. The door opened and she jumped up. A young man was standing in front of her, smaller than the others, with thick black curls and a baby face. His crotch was wrapped, and his body was covered with some sort of oil.
“I know you don't know where you are or what is going on, so I am here to tell you.” He handed her a crystal cup filled with some sort of liquid. “Take it. It will hydrate and nourish your body. Your voice will return once you are done.” She grabbed it as fast as she could then down the clear, slimy goop in one gulp. She felt better almost immediately.
“What is this, huh!?” She had tears streaming down her face as she stood up to address her attacker. She spat in his face and he wiped it off without any display of emotion. “What kind of sick creature would do this kind of thing?”
“The ice hold was a gross breach in conduct, which we corrected as soon as we discovered.”
“That's not enough and you know it.”
“No. It isn't, b
ut you don't know anything about our customs. You will not be harmed, or made to feel pain in any way. You will live your life as you wish, among our people, or on Earth. We just need to resolve a dispute between two Centaurians.” He sat down calmly on the floor and motioned for her to do the same. “You must calm yourself, Becca. I'm so sorry that that happened to you, and Jake has been chastised. We won't hurt you.” His voice was sincere and compassionate, but she couldn't be sure. With the way that Dylan looked at her, she was starting to believe that they could mimic human emotion effortlessly.
She kept her distance, but she sat down and leaned against the back wall. “Why are you here?”
“To prepare you, and to tell you a story.” She lay back a bit and prepared herself. “When my race was at the peak of its power, we had mastered the world and destroyed all of our social and economic issues, so we took to the stars. We opened wormhole after wormhole trying to discover what lay beyond. We didn't find very many inhabitable planets. They aren't rare, but there are so many dead planets out there. We found your world and several others. Then we opened a rift and something came inside. We called it the scourge. The planet was infected with a virus that destroyed our ability to procreate. It decimated the world and we were forced to take measures to ensure the survival of our species.
We closed the portal and began designing the bodies you see now so that we could mate with human females. I was born inside this body. All of us are born inside these bodies. We need human females to propagate. This why we've fallen in love with your world and your culture, because we love humans more than humans love themselves.
“I'm here so you can make me have your babies.” She let her head hit the back wall and stared up into the ceiling.
“You're here because two men are fighting for the honor of loving you, and to determine the ruler of our planet. Dylan cannot have you if there is a feud unless he fights Jake and kills him.”
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