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by Daniella Wright


  “Nice shooting,” Zander said, his hand on my ass, giving it a firm squeeze. I giggled and sat back down, kissing his lips as we continued to ride.

  “You owe me for saving our skins.” I teased him, my arms still around his neck.

  He chuckled and kissed me again, letting the passion he felt for me come to the surface. I melted into it, eventually resting my head on his chest as he held me close. His horse was getting tired, but we pushed on, determined to put as much distance as we could between us and the people that had tried to capture us.

  We rode long into the night, running for freedom, knowing if we were captured, we would both be put on the chopping block. Finally, we stopped at a small lake. We looked at each other and smiles spread across our faces. We had made it! Together.

  Chapter 10

  We dismounted and started to set up camp. Once the fire was going, we couldn’t stop ourselves. We were so overjoyed we had managed to escape with our lives that we had to celebrate. Zander grabbed me by the hips, pulling me closer. I looked up into his eyes, mesmerized. His lips found mine, his handsome body shadowed by the fire, giving him a mystical look that just aroused me further. I felt my thighs quiver in desire and my hormones rush out of control.

  He seemed to feel the same because he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I rested my hands on his chiseled body, moaning softly as he kissed my neck, allowing his slightly pointed tongue to run along my flesh. I tilted my head back, giving myself to him. His mouth moved to the hollow of my neck, gently sucking on it.

  His hands started to move to my backside, giving it a squeeze. I wiggled in his embrace, pressing myself closer against him. Fueled by a lust I had never felt before, I took hold of his face, pinning it between my hands and kissing him harder than ever. My tongue made its way into his mouth and my breathing became ragged, but I didn’t care. I never wanted to pull away. I never wanted him to stop holding me. Zander smiled into the kiss, his fingers running through my thick hair.

  Suddenly, he stopped and pulled away. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, his eyes running over my full figure. “Your every curve… your every inch… is perfect.” He murmured, his head now nuzzled against my bust, his fingers interlacing with my own. He laid like this for a moment, taking in the sound of my heartbeat.

  I squeezed his hand, enjoying the moment, knowing I never wanted to be with anyone else. I leaned down and kissed the top of his head ever so softly. This seemed to rouse him and he looked at me, his eyes filled with joy. He pulled my shirt open, leaving behind a trail of kisses down my body. He took his time undressing me as if I were made of porcelain and he could break me at any moment.

  I melted in his tenderness, feeling his soft touch and gentle kisses. Eventually, his hands wrapped around my thighs, spreading them apart. Between his legs, his cock was already free, standing at attention. I reached out and grabbed hold, caressing him. A moan of pleasure escaped his lips, causing me to do it a little while longer until he was rock hard in my hand.

  Suddenly, he pulled my hands away, pushing down on my shoulders until I laid down on the soft dirt. Our eyes came together and the whole world seemed to stop. I could feel him probing at my entrance and I held my breath, bucking my hips ever so gently in his direction. His fingertips dug into my flesh before he gave a well-aimed thrust.

  I cried out, feeling like every inch of me was being filled to the brim. I arched my back and he pushed himself into me even further, hitting my womb. I clawed at the dirt in pleasure, my every nerve ending feeling alive with energy. “Zander…”

  He just kissed my lips, keeping me quiet as he continued to make sweet, tender love to me, our bodies rocking together in perfect sync. Our hips moved in a slow, erotic dance, building up the tension until it was too much for us to handle. My whole body exploded with euphoria and I collapsed into Zander’s arms. He held me tightly and kept thrusting into me, but moments later, I felt him lose control.

  We fell back into the dirt, holding each other, the fire keeping us warm. “Promise me you’ll always stay with me, Aliza.” He whispered, running his fingers through my hair. He picked up my cowboy hat that had fallen off in the beginning of our intimacy and put it back on my head, pinning a strand of my hair behind my ear.

  “I promise,” I said naturally. “But you have to promise that we’ll defend each other until the very end. I put my neck on the line for you today and I expect you to do the same in the future.” He laughed.

  “Like I wouldn’t already do that.” He teased, kissing my nose and tightening his arms around me. “You know I’d do anything to protect you.” He paused. “I love you.”

  My eyes grew wide for a moment as I stared at him. Had he really said he loved me? My heart fluttered in response before my whole face lit up. “I love you too,” I replied happily. We kissed, letting our love speak not through our words, but by our actions. Our lips locked together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces that had been searching for each other for a very long time. As we continued our kiss, I felt like I had given up a little piece of my soul to him, but in return, life now seemed complete.

  Zander ran his fingers up and down my spine, holding me close as he looked up at the nighttime sky. “I can’t believe out of all the planets, star systems, and galaxies in the universe, I was lucky enough to find the girl of my dreams.” He whispered, playing with the tips of my hair.

  I chuckled at his comment. “I can’t believe I was commissioned to kill you and now here I am, picturing the rest of our lives together.” It was true. I knew that we were now inseparable. People would know us far and wide. They would whisper rumors about us like wildfire. But none of it mattered because through it all, I knew we would always have love on our side.

  Only Time

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  A Time Travel Romance

  JAMESON

  A lifetime spent in solitude doesn’t make much room for romance, even if that solitude is well spent. I have but a short life, but with this time machine, I will be able to experience things that others have only ever dreamed of. However, when I met her, I never could have expected what was to come. Genetic duplicates? Space time continuums? A hunky and loveable male protagonist? Yeah, my story has it all.

  JENNY

  He seemed the simple sort, but in my eons of experience, things are rarely as simple as they ever seem. A simple favor done in goodwill, only to turn my entire world upside down. I could have never expected the feelings that would bloom, but I’m only immortal. Being all knowing isn’t necessarily part of the package. Romance? A life of impossibilities? A corny yet loveable guy with a heart of gold? I guess my story has more than I ever could have known.

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  Chapter 1

  I consider myself a man of relatively simple pleasures, all things considered. Where many of my people revel in the luxe of modern marvel, I have spent many a day wrapped up in a single project that seems to directly contrast the desires of my peers. I would be lying if I did not admit to receiving my share of derisive laughter. Living in the third millennium, as measured by earth standard time, is no small thing of wonder. However, as cliché as this line seems, I’m not like others of my kind. I have more… refined interests than other men my age. I’m... more interested in matters of the past, I suppose you could say. A self-proclaimed scientist in a world where anyone worth their weight in plutonium is in the science field. Though, as you may have guessed, most modern scientists focus on forging a path forward. I can see the appeal, but, well…

  In any case, now is certainly not the time to get wrapped up in idle thought. My right eye twitches as I brush a hand through my shaggy hair. I exhale through my nose as I consider the console of my beloved pet project. Beloved certainly isn’t an understatement, by any means. Another… peculiarity of mine is my love life. The lack thereof, specifically. Heh. I am rather well versed with my hands, however. A well placed flick of my wrist and the wire I’m focused on snaps into place. “Whoa!” I exclaim, jo
lting back as my machine gives a brief shudder. I knew I was talented with my hands, but honestly… wait a moment. “No way…”

  I find myself whispering, leaning over the console of the machine and taking in the sight before me. It seems impossible. The lights that indicate the operation of my machine are, for the first time in my lifetime, all alight. The shade of green that shimmers and reflects in the steel surface is perhaps the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I feel my face contorting in a mix of confusion and elation, and I am briefly grateful that I live alone. Even if the status lights don’t indicate what they’re intended, even if this is some fluke… the three shining steadily in a row is nothing short of a miracle. I slowly raise a brow, a bewildered laugh spilling past my lips. I can’t help staring at the very feature that has been mocking me for what seems an eternity. By no exaggeration, I have been waiting for this moment for nearly the entirety of my lifetime.

  “Certainly it was not that simple…,” I murmur to myself, tapping my finger against the reflective steel of the console. The face that stares back at me is somehow more ridiculous than I might have imagined, and my blue-toned skin takes on a vaguely violet hue. I grab my ear self-consciously, drawing my eyes away from my own expression to consider the lights once more. “Certainly…” I repeat, and again I am thankful to be alone. Though I try to maintain a level of decorum even in the privacy of my home, my mind is racing faster than I can truly process right now. The sheer impossibility of this situation seems a colossus looming above me, but I can’t help but wonder… what if? The only true way to know is to try. With shaking hands, I reach out to open the inner chamber. I can’t help but fidget as I slip inside the belly of the beast, as worst case scenarios run through my mind. The thing could very well explode with me inside it! I mean, sure, that’s a possibility I’ve dealt with before. Never before, however, had my hopes been so elevated. It seemed that only bad things could follow, especially with my track record.

  Tapping on the inner controls, I flick the dials back nearly as far as they’ll go. If it works, there would be no question, considering I had set the dial to prehistoric times. The dinosaurs that roamed this planet long before it was originally colonized always struck a fascinating chord with me. Much information that the previous dominant species had gathered had gone up in smoke when the human species self-destructed. Namely, many of the fossils collected by particularly intrepid humans had gone missing. You would think my people would have some interest in it, if only for the sake of science. Ever forward, however. Ever forward.

  I realize I’ve let my mind wander for too long, and my hand shakes as I rest it on the lever that should effectively send my machine hurtling through the space time continuum. That, or blow the entire thing up with me inside. I swallow the lump in my throat and close my eyes, bracing myself before flipping the lever. I can’t help but cry out as the machine lurches, and I am thrown against the back wall. It seems to settle down after a moment, and the screen I’ve installed on the inner console says, simply enough, ‘Processing’. I can’t help staring at the screen as I brace myself against the wall. Abruptly, the machine makes a dinging sound, and everything seems impossibly still. I swallow again, unable to stop my trembling as the doors begin to slide open. I can’t see much from my place at the back of the machine, but the steady thrum of the city I live in is noticeably absent, replaced with the loud calls of some sort of insect. It’s now or never, I suppose, and as I push away from the back wall of the time machine, I’m startled by a scaly head poking into the machine. I won’t lie, the squeal that erupted from my lips was nothing short of girlish, and I am grateful that there is no one to hear me. No one except… well, this scaly nuisance. I step towards it, and it makes an odd trilling sound, tilting its head and leveling a clearly uncertain stare in my direction. It trills again, and I can’t help the warm bubble of laughter that rises up from within me.

  “This is impossible,” I murmur to the creature, though it certainly has no means of recognizing what I’m saying. It considers me through its reptilian eyes, jerking away as if offended as the laughter pours from me. Seeming to lose interest in me, it draws away from the machine entirely, and I edge towards the door just in time to see it running into the massive forest. I step out, crying out as my foot gracelessly skids forward. I try to catch my balance, but it is obviously a lost cause. I find myself hitting the ground with a dull thud, and a vaguely squishing sound. Looking down at myself, I realize I am completely covered in mud. At least, I really hope it’s mud. As much as I love the idea of dinosaurs, being covered in their waste is the last thing I would want to experience on my mini trip. However, taking the muck at face value, it feels strange and cool against my skin. In my time, the odds of finding a proper mudhole are essentially null. Every inch of the planet has been paved, colonized, optimized. Looking at what wonders the planet held so many years ago, I can’t help but feel it is a shame-- the extent that my people have gone to in colonizing this planet. Granted, most of the work was done by the previous dominant species.

  The simple sensation of mud against skin should not be as wondrous as it is. I can’t help but dip my fingers in the muck, tracing a path in the dirt. It’s unlikely that my clothes will come clean at any rate, so I may as well enjoy the bit of dirty fun while I can. A smile all but splits my face as I throw myself back in the mud entirely, and my eyes are drawn to just how blue the sky seems. I’m aware of another presence, and quickly jolt up, only to find that the same dinosaur from before had returned. With it there are several smaller versions of itself, and I can’t help but coo as I realize she’s brought her young ones to see this oddity. Seems that she didn’t deem me much of a danger. I reach my hand out, and one of the smaller dinosaurs steps forward, examining my hand before abruptly snapping its teeth down upon it.

  “Ow, cripes!” I curse, trying to pry my hand from its grip. It holds fast, considering me with a stubborn expression. The other young ones are beginning to gather around us, considering me with what seems an almost… hungry… expression. They’re not here to marvel at my machine! They think I seem a good snack! Screeching in fear, I managed to pry the hatchling’s teeth free of my hand. Before it can zero in on me again, I’m scrambling backwards, not trusting myself to get to my feet quickly enough. As I feel the steel of the machine beneath me, I lurch towards the inner console, closing the doors. The dinosaurs bang around the outside of the machine, and my heart feels like it’s going to burst from my chest.

  I manage to drag myself into a standing position, and set the dials back to my own time. I pull the lever, wincing at the blood dribbling from my hand. The machine lurches, and I can only pray that it had thrown the creatures away from it as it begins to rip through space and time once more. I brace myself against the back of the time machine, holding my injured hand to my chest. It hurts, there’s no question there. However, in spite of the pain I’m in, an excited shudder quakes my body and ecstatic laughter spills past my lips. I had done it. I had done the impossible. I had made a working time machine. As I arrived in my own time and stepped out into my workshop, the possibilities washed over me more than ever. The wound on my hand the last thing on my mind, and I realize what I have to do.

  Chapter 2

  Though I had spent nearly the entirety of my life building this machine, it was with no small amount of surprise that I realized that I have literally no plan. Perhaps it was how unlikely a positive outcome actually seemed, but I had never laid out an actual schedule of what would be done once my machine was completed. Now the day is here, and I’m realizing what a dope I’ve been. An opportunity of this magnitude obviously needs to be explored as thoroughly and effectively as possible. That means careful plotting, extensive analysis, and absolute agonizing over every choice I make. Though I have the rest of my existence to explore the realms of time, my life is all too short to see everything I want to see. One would have to be immortal to explore all that I want to experience. As such, I dutifully decided to settle on the
most crucial time periods, at least as far as my opinion goes.

  Now, here I stand, before my machine with list gripped in hand. Though technology has pervaded far beyond a simple paper and pen, it seemed the most efficient method, considering I intend to take the list with me on my travels. While my trip to the prehistoric ages had been exciting, I think I’ll stick with a time period that’s a bit less risky. The medieval period, as lived by the humans of this planet some millennia ago, is another point of fascination for me. Human culture, and by association the culture of my own people, has been molded dramatically by the tales of what happened during this time period. While the tales speak of some danger, most of it lies in creatures of a mythic nature. Dragons, though an interesting tale, certainly have no roots in reality. It seemed a time simpler than my own, yet less dangerous than my initial trip. It was, after all, an era of chivalry. I had taken a few short moments to beat out the dings that littered the outside of my machine. While it is not as pristine as it once was, I suppose that is of little consequence. It is not as if anyone in the past should see my machine-- were they to see it, the results could be disastrous. The entire space time continuum could be disrupted. However, I trust myself to obscure the machine well enough from prying eyes. While the people of the medieval era are leagues more intelligent than the dinosaurs I encountered, their civilization is not nearly as advanced as others. There should be open plains aplenty for me to mark my landing.

 

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