When I go to take his coat off, he springs to consciousness and wraps his long fingers around my wrists, squeezing them tightly. After a moment of looking me in the eyes, he lets go and his hand flops back down onto the mattress.
I finish taking his jacket off. It’s very heavy as I lay it on the stone floor beside the bed. Then I take his shirt by the hem and lift it up off over his head. He’s completely naked and I can’t help but notice that his man part isn’t firm.
I’m staring at it, wondering when it will turn erect when, all of a sudden, he flips onto his side and wraps his arm around my hips, causing me to stumble; I lose balance but turn and plop down on the side of the bed in front of him. Once I’m seated, he slides closer to me.
“Lay with me,” he says lethargically.
He has me so tight and he’s not going to let go. I bend over to unlace the boots on my feet, kick them off and then pull off the very uncomfortable pants I’m wearing. Chex is not so out of it that he loosens his grip on me. I slip out of Na’ta’s shirt and, once I raise my legs to lie down beside him, he quickly pulls me into him, moaning as my backside becomes firmly fixed against his front. The rigidness has returned to his man part and his full breaths hit warmly against the back of my neck. My entire body rises and falls with his panting.
“Ad’ru,” he yearns and one of his hands rides down the round of my hips. He releases a sigh when his fingers slip into where I am warm and moist. I flip onto my back, as one finger slides in and out of me like before. Does he even know what he’s doing to me? His eyes are still closed yet his lips are parted, and to my complete shock, he has no fangs.
Now that finger is indulgently circling my clitoris. The movement is constant and gentle; I can sense how soft I am against the tip of his finger. My breaths are heavy and I’m whimpering under his control.
“Shouldn’t you rest,” I force out in whispers while containing the sparks of pleasure that are on the verge of exploding inside of me.
“I can’t, if you’re this close,” he breathes.
“Then I should leave.”
“No.” He draws me deeper into his virile body.
He’s not shivering anymore and I’m full of desire.
“I want to make love to you. Will you let me?” he begs.
“Make love to me?” I’m confused by that vernacular. How does one “make” love to another?
“Yes…” Again, he’s only speaking in whispers. “That’s what I want. I crave you like I craved blood.”
“If that’s what you want, then yes.” I think I know what I’m agreeing to.
Before I know it, he’s mounted me, my legs are spread wide and his hips are between them. I feel pressure first as his hand guides his man part into my female cavity.
A piercing gasp escapes me.
He freezes. A horrified look draws his expression. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, searching my face with his heavy brows crinkled with concern.
I shake my head after pausing to assess what I feel. “No, I don’t feel pain. What I feel is just—different.”
“Do you like it?”
I nod my head against a pillow. “Very much.” There’s passion in my tone. I don’t even recognize my own voice.
His hips begin to shift back and forth. His movement is slow and deep as he sings a series of gasps and grunts. “How does this feel?” he whispers.
How does it feel? I feel like my heart will explode because it’s so full of love for this Selell. Is that what making love means? He’s inside of me and I want us to stay like this until time never ends. I lift my mouth to his, and he takes over, kissing me deeply. His firm man part slides in and out of me. Deeper. Faster. The speed in which he moves makes me tingle inside. Then he slows his pace and moves methodically.
“How about right here?” And he’s looking me directly in the eyes as he directs his man part to his right, my left. “You didn’t tell me how it feels.”
I’m unable to tell him because whatever this sensation is, it’s keeping me from speaking. The only sounds I’m able to make are in moans and breaths. I shut my eyes tightly, very tightly. My entire face and body are tense. Oh my! It’s happening. The more he does that, the closer it comes—the coming is coming.
“Tell me Ad’ru,” he demands.
I freely open my mouth and cry out. This sensation is powerful and lasting. Chex wraps his arms around me and is squeezing me into him as he grunts. He’s experiencing pleasure too. We are undergoing it together.
When our songs end, Chex isn’t finished. My hard nipple is in his mouth and he’s still firm inside of me, moving back and forth.
“You’re soft, brand new,” he breathes as he takes my other nipple between his lips and gently grazes it with his teeth and I immediately feel the sensation. I want to ask him whether he even realizes that he’s no longer a Selell. He’s a man. Na’ta was right; this universe has changed him.
“You’re brown, and sweet, like maple.” His tongue slides down my sternum, past my belly and onto my clitoris, where he latches on and I believe it’s his tongue that’s circling around it, over and over again, making me squirm because the sensation is overpowering.
I clutch the sheets and then his shoulders. He grabs my hips to keep them still, refusing to relent. After I let out a cry, he doesn’t stop. I whisper his name and he doesn’t stop. I moan, grunt, and sing out again, and still, he doesn’t stop.
“Chex, please,” I cry out, begging as my female dome absorbs the explosion.
Before the sensation ends, he quickly puts himself inside of me again—thrusting and groaning unrestrained. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, playing my body like it’s the harp, he is the musician and the notes are pure perfection.
“I don’t want to stop,” he says in my ear as he rests heavily on top of me. “I don’t want you to ever do this with Lario Exgesis. Will you promise me that?”
“I promise,” I say without pondering. There’s no way I will ever engage in such an intimate act with any being other than Chex. I have made my vow, and it is so.
He stops to gaze at my face. I automatically start to memorize the curves around his mouth, the supple pink in his lips and his straight nose, strong jaw lines, and high forehead. What a remarkable creature he is. Is this what a man looks like? Are such features his allure? They’re so different from mine. His are powerful, indestructible. Mine are feminine and tender.
“Shit, I believe you,” he finally sighs after completing his study of me. “I never believed anybody in my life, and I believe you Ad’ru.”
We’re kissing again. I love kissing him. We’re rolling around on top of the bed. Our legs are weaving around each other. My fingers are on his back, in his hair, grasping him around the waist, his shoulders. The skin of our faces mesh. And I am being energized by the desperate sounds that we both make.
“You have long hair,” he pants as he shifts a portion of the strands that have fallen between our mouths out of the way. “You all do.”
“Yes,” I say between more kisses.
“It’s sexy.”
“It makes you want me?” I wonder.
“No… You make me want you.” His lips and tongue smash deeper into mine. “Shit. I can’t stop.”
“You do know that you’re human, right?” I whisper as he gnaws on my neck.
And now, he stops.
Chex stands nude at the window, gazing out at the full bright moon that’s nearly perpendicular to the opened wall. His bare back faces me and I can’t help but admire the lines of his masculine physique. He is sullen. I keep my distance because it’s clear that he finds venturing inside of himself to be alone, comforting.
Memories of him making love to me still make me quiver. Even I must take stock of myself as I sit against the headboard with my arms wrapped around my legs and the side of my face resting on my knees. Watching him muddies my thoughts. He is a glorious creature. It was his bravery and loyalty that first caused my affection for him. I turn my head in
the opposite direction to stare at the opening to the room. I vaguely wonder where Magnificent Star has taken Na’ta. What could she possibly have to show her here in Dag that couldn’t wait until Chex recovered?
“Hey,” Chex calls, and he comes over to turn my face back toward him. “What are you thinking?”
He’s staring into my eyes, patiently expecting an answer.
“I’m confused,” I whisper.
“About what? Me?”
“I’ve never felt what I feel for you. If I’m bonded to Lario Exgesis, then I don’t understand why I feel like I’m bonded to you.”
He takes me by the hand and guides me to my feet. Once I’m standing he wraps me in his arms and holds me close to him. I feel is man part rise against me.
“If you keep this up, I’m just going to live inside of you,” he says chuckling.
“So it’s because of me that you grow firm.”
He tosses his head back to release a hearty laugh. I watch him with delight. I remember when I first laid eyes upon him. He was such a miserable creature, emanating evil. And the blood on his hands… Now that I look at him, I can see that he is still that Selell. The one with his weapons and hands of death, only I know him now, or at least I know his heart.
“What about being human again, as you are? Are you okay with that?”
He takes a long, contemplative pause. “Something is happening to me, but I’m not human. Not all the way,” he finally says. He snarls. “And I hate humans. I’ve known them for too many goddamn years. I don’t feel like those monsters, and they are monsters, Ad’ru, they just are,” he pauses, searching for objection in my expression.
No need to object twice, I’ve already explained to him how I feel about referring to creatures as monsters, and he understood me perfectly well. Telling him once is enough.
“But I am starving,” he continues, “I’m thirsty, but not for blood, for water. Cold water. But I’m starving for more of you. And hell, the craving I have for you makes me feel more like a vampire than the thirst for water makes me feel human.”
“How did you use to quench your thirst for blood,” I ask him out of sheer curiosity.
“I had mules,” he quickly answers. I can tell he doesn’t want to discuss it, but I do.
“Mules?”
“Humans who fed me their blood. I’d pay them. And there were some I didn’t have to pay.”
“Why not?”
He hesitates. I can see him deliberating whether or not he should answer my question. “They were chicks,” he finally says. “Girls. They liked me.”
“Oh.” Goodness, I feel a pinch of jealousy. I can picture him standing here naked with another female and I hate the vision.
Suddenly, I’m stepping backwards and he’s moving forward, guiding me to the bed. Once the back of my thighs hit the edge of the mattress, he lifts me off my feet, cradling me in his arms. “But none of them meant a damn thing to me. Remember when we were in the bar in New Orleans?” he asks.
“The bar in New Orleans?” I repeat. Of course, Bourbon Street!
He sniffs, chuckling. I can see what he’s thinking in his eyes. I am new.
“That was the first time I held you in my arms. You’re the reason I came back. At first, I thought, ‘What an ass.’ Then I thought, ‘she’s damn soft.’ Then I thought, ‘there’s no way, Lario Exgesis gets her.’”
Chex leans over, picks up a pillow and puts it between us. “Here, lay down on top of this.
He twirls me around to face the bed and gently guides me down on top of the pillow. His breaths have accelerated. His hands are kneading my rear. “Your ass is…unmatched. Are you aware of that?”
I reach back to feel my buttocks. “I’m not sure,” I say.
He chuckles. “You’re so damn new.” His whisper is tainted with lust. Then he takes my hips, spreads my legs and from behind, guides his man part into my female cavity.
I gasp, moaning to the pleasure of him crashing inside of me.
“You’re going to love this Baby,” he says huskily, shifting himself in and out of me. “You see, the vampire feels you throbbing, pulsating. He feels your pussy showing him what it likes. We are communicating Baby.”
I inhale a gasp and then unleash the second refrain of pleasure.
***
Navi
This plane is a mind blow. Human beings living like this! I don’t even want to say “fuck” in this place because in Dag it sounds like a dirty word; but “Fuck!” Who in the hell are these people!
I had to escape Adore and Chex. There was no way I could’ve stopped him from deflowering her. Although I must admit, he relishes her, like a bond would protect and revere his lifeblood. But what’s crazy is that he’s not her bond! And if not, then how in the hell was he able to slip through a portal? I’m sure he can smell is own blood. He would know if he were of the Gogulon. Wouldn’t he?
“MS” Magnificent Star, has taken me pretty far away from where the two of them are getting it on. Only for a second did I wonder how it feels to fuck a vamp that isn’t a bond. Fawn is the only sister I know that has had experience outside of the ultimate pleasure of screwing a bond. She said it was good in a different way. According to her, it takes longer to have an orgasm but, once it arrives, it’s still pretty spectacular. I asked her because I just wanted to know how it feels, not try it for myself. Sex is amazing, but my life gives me just as much pleasure.
For fourteen hundred of my fifteen hundred years of life, I’ve been hunting relics. If Adore was asked, “What has Navi been doing for all of her life?” she would say something like, “Oh, Na’ta has been bumming around willy-nilly,” without using those words exactly - I live for the day when words like “bumming” and “willy-nilly” become part of her vocabulary. I’m betting if she keeps it up with Chex, she’ll be saying fuck and shit in no time. But then again, maybe not.
My patience has worn thin for sure but I have to let Adore experience her first intimate encounter. The thing is, as I’ve been trudging along with MS, it has been the incessant search to see at least one other Ugu Mag that has kept me entertained. But all I see are towers in the sky, and that’s it. This sea of banality is not good for a mind like mine. It gets me thinking about senseless shit like this.
“Hey,” I say to MS. “Do I have to call you Magnificent Star? It sounds kind of porn starish.”
“I know what a porn star is,” she says without breaking stride. “And I prefer that you call me by my given name, Magnificent Star. It was decided for me at birth. It’s the very essence of who I am.”
Now, that was an expected reply, and one that I find quite amusing. She and Adore are going to get along perfectly. “Not even Mag Star?” I persist. Only because, like my sister, I think she’s being inanely inflexible. It’s just a name, and one that’s five syllables too long.
She looks at me without turning her head. “You are contentious, Navi.” She pauses thoughtfully. “Does it pain you to call me Magnificent Star?”
I shrug. “Kind of. Especially since every time I say it all I see is you wearing a long blonde wig and blue eye shadow while humping a pole.”
And then, unexpectedly, she laughs. Good God, she has a sense of humor! I take it back - she might not get along just fine with my humorless sister.
“A stripper’s name?” She ponders with unmasked amusement.
“Yeah,” I say as my laughter simmers. “How does the profession translate from Earth to Dag?”
“No,” she says quickly, but without judgment, “We have no such vocation on Dag.”
“Ha!” I can’t help but laugh. “Vocation? Now that’s an upgrade!”
I leave the door open for a comeback but she smiles, tightlipped, deciding not to indulge me in cynical banter.
“So,” I begin as we continue to journey up the raised sidewalk that spirals around the oblong skyscraper. “How did you educate yourself on the wiles of their world?”
“I’m a Transporter of the Gateways. My stu
dies make me knowledgeable about what is beyond our realm.”
“So you see how calling you Magnificent Star tortures me? I don’t want to picture you that way. You’re too classy for that.” I smile and wink at her.
I did it. I won. She concedes with a sigh. “Call me what you prefer then.”
I feel myself grinning, satisfied as I gaze out at the dangling skyscrapers. I’m bored again, now that that’s over. And still, we haven’t run into another soul which is unheard of, especially for a city of this size, even for one that floats in the air. At night all cities are crowded with horny humans looking to get hammered or fucked or both.
“So where the hell is everybody? Is there a curfew?” I ask.
“No, no curfew.”
“Humph,” I grunt, curious. “Well are there any bars? restaurants? nightclubs?”
“The city is for enterprise, not for living,” she coolly replies.
“But you said you weren’t wasteful.” There’s a judgmental quality to my tone.
“Why would we live in the sky when we have the lands?”
We’ve finally made it to the top of this giant tower that has to be at least five hundred feet high. We walk into it through an archway.
“Stay on the blue,” Mag Star says.
There’s a blue-lit strip that splits the white stone floor. Right away I’m fighting the urge to veer off of the path, only because I’m naturally contrary. But the space is open air, like a gymnasium. I can’t help but wonder: where are the symbols of enterprise? Where are the computers, the sleek receptionist or the sharp, modern couches that configure the waiting area? Where are the workers in their clinking heels or plunking loafers bustling about late for their next meeting? I’ve infiltrated places like that before and this seems to be more of a library or a museum, not where business exists.
Although I’m still itching to step off the blue, I decide to respect the boundaries, especially since I can see where we’re headed straight ahead. I squint curiously at what looks like an exposed elevator shaft.
“Where are the lands?” I endeavor to ask. “Is that where you’re taking me?” I’m momentarily thrilled about the possibility of seeing where the Ugu Mag live and not work.
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