by Gillian Zane
It wasn’t a bad trait in her mind, but it made interactions like this one a little harder to decipher. She decided to treat this like banter, and dish it back.
“The truth, huh? So tell me, Mister Destined for Greatness, what is it that makes you so special?”
“Can you not see it?” He laughed this time, and Bobbie knew she was right. He was playing with her.
“I see a lot of things.”
“What is your favorite?” he asked.
“Um, I’ll have to show you.”
“What?” He looked over at her, not understanding. Bobbie was already unfastening her restraints and slipping around the armrest to slide onto her knees between the seats. “What are you doing?” he asked even though he could most likely figure it out, especially when Bobbie slipped her fingers along the seam of his trousers and began to fish around clumsily until she had her hand wrapped around his cock. It went from flaccid to erect and popped out of the seam she had opened in his pants in seconds.
“Ah, my favorite,” she sighed and Roc looked down at her, stunned. He obviously wasn’t expecting this. He was also not expecting Bobbie to sit up on her knees and take him in her mouth in a quick motion. She sucked him down greedily, swirling her tongue around the bottom length of him as he became harder and bigger in her mouth.
“Oh, the creators, Bobbie, I need to put this in—” She sucked harder and he cried out, thrusting his hips upward. “Autopilot,” he finished. He managed to program the ship around her head. A musical voice said “autopilot engaged” and then Roc was disengaging his restraints and both his hands plunged into Bobbie’s hair as she continued to move on him, sucking him in, then pulling back. She added both hands to his length, sliding her palms up and down the length of him as she pulled on the head of his cock with her mouth. His dick leaked salty pre-come over her tongue as his body readied for orgasm.
“I want to come inside of you,” he moaned, pulling at Bobbie’s shoulders, trying to get her to stop. “Please, Bobbie,” he moaned as she continued to lavish his dick with attention. When he began to shudder, Bobbie sat back and looked up at him. She could feel her lips were swollen and her hair was a mess from his hands.
She slipped the robe-like outer material off her body and let it flutter to the floor. Roc’s eyes on her were wild, and his chest heaved like he had just run a marathon. She slid her fingers along the seam of the romper type outfit she was wearing and it slipped away.
“Why aren’t you undressing?” she asked in the sultriest tone she could muster, but it came out a bit ragged and out of breath. She was as affected as Roc was, it would seem. He scrambled into action, pulling away from his pants and throwing them across the small area, then his shirt. All he wore was his shoes when Bobbie crawled across the seat and straddled him. Their mouths met and he devoured her, plunging his hands into her hair as he sucked on her bottom lip. She slipped a hand between them, grasping him in her palm and aligning his dick to her vagina.
He grunted against her lips as she thrust forward and took him completely inside of her, her body craving to be complete. He felt so good inside of her, she could feel him all throughout her, filling her, overpowering her. She leaned back, bracing her arms on the dashboard and looking down her own body at their joining. She watched transfixed as sparks swirled and shot off her, circling around their bodies, emanating from where their skin touched. She pumped her hips, rocking over him, taking him in deep, then sliding him out as she stared down at his thick length embedded inside of her.
“I love it when you ride my cock.” Roc trailed his fingers over her breasts and abdomen, letting Bobbie do the work, letting her set the pace.
“I’m pretty fond of riding your cock as well,” she panted, letting her head fall back as his thumb slipped between the soaked lips of her vulva to find her clit. The heaviness of her impending orgasm began to pool around her as she felt the telltale rigidness of Roc’s body. He was on the verge as well. She picked up the pace, her thrusts becoming almost too intense, but she needed to get them off. It was an imperative.
Roc cried out, his hand reflexively gripping her harder as his climax overtook him. Bobbie sped up the pace even more until her entire being was nothing more than an explosion of pleasure. She was sexual. She was all pleasure. She couldn’t get enough of this alien.
When the heat wave of her finish faded, the chill air of the bridge had Bobbie shivering. Roc pulled her to his chest as his spent cock slipped from her and they both whined in protest.
“You are amazing, pr’iveni, amazing.” He stroked her hair and Bobbie murmured something she didn’t even understand into his shoulder.
36
It’s a power thang
“So, what are these other heirs like? Why do you think they are weak?” They were about two-thirds through their trip. They had finally gotten dressed again and Bobbie was secure in her own seat. Roc’s dick only thrummed a little. It was still hard as a rock and still soaked in Bobbie’s juices, since there were no facilities on this small transport. He kept adjusting himself and would see Bobbie smirk in some kind of female empowerment kind of way. He found it terribly enticing and would love to bend her over in her seat and work off his erection even more, but they would be there shortly.
She was trying to distract him and get him back on the topic of politics. Hopefully, it would work so he wouldn’t make a fool of himself in front of Nasha. The guy had already accused Roc of being led around by his dick during his frantic search to find his Charge Mate. He took a deep breath and thought about what she had asked him and how best to answer it. He didn’t want to make her paranoid about his world, but he also wanted her to be equipped with enough information so she could hold her own.
“Kravitz, that’s Polari’s heir and Nasha’s older brother, is a unique case. Out of all the future heirs, he is most likely the worst. He is paranoid and unpredictable, most likely fueled by the fact that he has only split once, even though he is a century and a half old. Nasha, the younger prince, has split twice and is my age.”
“It’s a power thing?”
“It is, splitting is a sign of power. Before the initial world unrest, realms were constantly changing hands as the most powerful houses wrestled control from the weaker royals. Power was determined by how much charge a being could wield. Before we channeled our power into technology, my people used it for war. A man’s charge could fuel great weapons, and the stronger the family, the more power they wielded. The heir was determined by his power and not birth position. Things have changed since we have known relative peace in the last millennia. There have been a few upsets, almost culminating in another war a few hundred years ago. But rules were passed, and heirs were chosen by birthright, not power. There is always that insecurity that the old ways will come back to haunt us.”
“On my world, our rulers are chosen by their background and ability to govern, by the majority vote,” Bobbie said as if her form of government was somehow better than his.
“You consider the rulers of your world to be great leaders?”
“Well, no.” She moved her shoulders in that Earth gesture that meant she was undecided. Roc had watched their media outlets on Earth, how everyone was constantly fighting, two sides of the political spectrum always turned against each other. It had made his head hurt. He hoped his world would never consider a democratic system as some of the realms on Earth had embraced. Granted, those systems were better than some others on the planet that were run by merciless dictators. Luck had kept that from happening on Polaridis. There had been bad rulers in their history, but if they showed signs of maniacal behavior, they were usually quickly dispatched by the houses.
“Kravitz might be driven for power or respect, but no one will ever hold anything over him, like an elected official. To run for a government position, money is needed, and when money comes into play, when donations are needed, favors are racked up. Behind every elected official stands dozens of the rich holding puppet strings.”
“That’s a pess
imistic way of looking at my government,” Bobbie frowned, and Roc regretted his harsh words. He knew she thought of his system of government as antiquated, something her own people had gotten rid of ages ago. But it worked for his world. She had to see that. He decided to bring it back to the heirs.
“Lividiania’s heir, that’s the fourth realm, is Tormi’s brother. He hasn’t split once, and his sister has not shown any talents as well. It’s rumored that the major houses of Lividiania are trying to rally around putting a new family on the throne. He’s supposed to be weak and, how would you say it—a scared cat?” He smiled and Bobbie laughed at the phrase, but then quieted when Roc frowned thinking about his future fellow rulers.
“On the other hand, Namei’s heir, Traven, has split twice, and shows great intelligence. He also has improved his country’s wealth and influenced a few profitable endeavors in the last twenty years. Namei is last in influence of the realms, but it is thought it will pass Lividiania at the next census count, especially since now Traven has found his Charge Mate.”
“I’m really trying to digest this, Roc, but it’s a lot to take in,” Bobbie said.
“It is understandable. My father has at least six appointees that are constantly studying the other realms and keeping him and myself appraised of the changing climate of the world.”
“It just seems like a lot of risk. If one of these guys is crazy, if he’s someone like Adolf Hitler, then what happens to that realm?”
“Who is Adolf Hitler?”
“He was the ruler of a country on my planet. They actually elected him, and he started a war with the world and killed millions of people just because of their religion. He would round up these people and put them in camps. They were made into slaves, and then killed by being put into giant ovens. Horrible.”
“If a ruler came into power like that, then the other realms would deal with it. We have been at peace for a long time, but that does not mean things won’t happen in the future. We are beings with emotions, and with those emotions come turmoil. Wars have been fought over a spurned lover, or a social blunder in the past. Because you vote on your rulers does not make it any different. You said so yourself, this Hitler was elected, right?”
“He was,” Bobbie sighed. “But then we can also vote on how much taxes we want, or different laws. That kind of thing, and your people have no say in those type of matters.”
“Do your people really vote on everything?” Bobbie nodded in response. “How does anything get done? What if the votes are influenced by money or lies?”
“Things change slowly, and there are laws in place to combat voter fraud.” Bobbie shrugged. “But, it’s fair, majority rules.”
“It is my experience that the majority of the population has better things to do than focus on the minutia of politics.”
“Says the man who will one day be making those rules.”
37
Us
Bobbie watched in fascination as the mountains fell away from underneath the transport and plains of wildflowers stretched out as far as the eye could see until they kissed the horizon. The blooms were a riot of colors, deep purples, bright reds, and even a lime green color that stood out as completely alien.
One color among the hundreds stood out, poking at the eye like a fly buzzing around for attention. She couldn’t quite wrap her eyes around the particular shade, but she had noticed it a few times in the paintings in the halls of the palace. It was a color that was slowly coming into focus, not found on Earth. It was some variant of red, but nothing like the deep tones she was used to. Maybe it was only visible here because of the suns, or maybe it was because of a change happening inside Bobbie because of the charge. Whatever it was, it was marvelous.
“We are crossing the Polari border. The realm is near enough to the equator that there is night here. It is short and one of the few places on the planet where there is darkness for an extended period of time each rotation.” Bobbie leaned forward in her seat to see more of the realm. She saw something that wasn’t common on this planet far off in the distance. Wildflowers gave way to fields of crops where small crafts buzzed over them, shooting out long sprays of some kind of liquid onto all the plants beneath them.
There was a large hulking machine, the size of a bus, churning up the mud in great spirals. Another large device hovered over the fields, a fine mist whirling underneath it in circles. It was amazing to watch, the technology so advanced to do something as basic as growing food.
“This is a large realm, but the winter palace is near the border. They have three major states that make up Polari, including the wealthy state of Poallun that is mostly made up of a small mountain range that gets wonderful snowfall during the winter. The royals have a palace there that they use for winter sports.”
“That’s where we’re going? Is it winter here? It’s been rather mild compared to Earth’s winters if it is.”
“It’s spring,” Roc said.
“Guess that eighty-sixes skiing.” Bobbie sat back in her chair as Roc pointed the transport in the direction of the mountain range in the distance.
The winter palace was a gleaming structure set into a cliff face that rose up into the clouds. It was only about a tenth of the size of the palace in Thames Virdan, but what it lacked in size it, made up in style. It was circular in nature, with multiple levels jutting out from the cliff at different heights, like cylinders cut in half and placed on a flat wall. The walls reflected the suns, iridescent like quartz crystal honed to a bright sheen. Transparent bridges stretched from one side to the next, with hanging adornments that resembled ice crystals.
Roc directed the transport to a platform that was as crystal clear as the bridges, but ringed with flashing blue lights so you could see where to land. Nothing was under the platform, and as they descended, Bobbie gripped the armrests, doubting there was anything there at all. Roc reassured her, telling her it was designed this way on purpose, but it felt like they were going to be falling through to nothingness.
With barely a jolt, Roc landed, and with a flick of his wrist the door opened, the stairs sliding out to the transparent platform below. Bobbie went to the door and looked down, panic gripping her chest. She couldn’t see the ground, only the rock face of the cliff going miles and miles down.
“How high are we?” Bobbie asked, her voice shaking.
“I really don’t know,” Roc responded. “It’s fine; it’s meant to intimidate visitors.”
“Consider me intimidated.” Bobbie stepped back, not trusting the floor beneath the transport.
“You have to leave the ship to meet my friend.”
“He can come inside and meet me, considering how rude this platform thingy is, like who builds this kind of crap?”
“People pay an exuberant amount of money to walk the glass bridges of the winter palace,” Roc chuckled.
“Fucking idiots,” Bobbie mumbled.
“I promise it’s safe.” He tugged on her arm and she slapped his hand away.
“They make something like your Earth ice cream here at the palace. It’s a new treat their chef recently created. I’ll get you some if you get out of this ship, Bobbie.”
“You bribe me with ice cream?” She peered out the door again, her eyes landing on a man standing at the edge of the platform. He was dressed all in white, except for a green scarf that fluttered around his neck. He held up a hand in greeting.
“It’ll be worth it. Look, if I step out you’ll see it’s safe.” He stepped down on the first step and Bobbie squealed.
“Roc!”
“Come on, Bobbie, look.” Roc placed a foot on the platform and the transparent platform glowed a faded purple color where he applied pressure. He stomped his foot and didn’t fall.
“I still don’t trust this lunatic creation,” she hissed and made no move to step out onto the platform. Roc must have been fed up with her hysterics, because fast as lightning, he moved, grabbing her by the arm and upending her ass overhead, until she was flun
g over his shoulder, his hand planted firmly on her rear.
“You dick!” she hollered as he strode to the other end of the platform. He crossed the offending structure in only a few strides and then her world was tilting and spinning and she was back on her feet, which were planted on a semi-opaque structure that at least gave her some semblance of security.
“Don’t do that again.” She kicked at Roc’s shins, which didn’t even make him flinch.
“You would have left the ship?” he asked.
“No, but still!”
“Nasha, this is my Charge Mate, Bobbie.” Roc took Bobbie by the shoulders and physically turned her, even though she swatted at him again. When Bobbie stopped spinning around and trying to do physical harm to Roc, she looked up and faced a man who seemed to be much younger than Roc. If they were on Earth, she would think Roc was in his thirties, but this man had only recently made it out of his teens. The other interesting thing was that he was also almost as big as Roc. The Virdan still had a few inches on him, but Nasha was taller than all the other men of Polaridis she had met.
She remembered Roc telling her that the people of Polari were darker skinned than the bronze skinned Virdans, and taller and thicker because of their diet. His mother was from Polari, and he had inherited her height, but not her coloring. The Polari people had skin the color of river sand on Earth, with brunette hair spun with golden highlights, and dark amber eyes. There were some variations in coloring, usually from the Polaris that worked the crops, their hair lightened and their skin darkened even more, to make a truly unique coloring of dark-skinned people with locks of gold. This man, though, he had dyed his hair teal, and it fell over his ears in a messy style that gave him a devil-may-care feel.
He winked at her and she blushed. This one was trouble. She could tell that already. Stepping forward, Nasha grasped her hand and bent over it in a very elaborate gesture, kissing the top of her hand lightly.