by K. L. Wallen
“Yes,” he nervously replied. “These feelings are confusing. Infuriating. I don’t understand them.”
“Don’t you?” Carlie knew he did and wanted him to admit them.
Tyce shifted from foot to foot. “I guess I do. I had a friend at the academy who was from a single-family unit. He had several brothers, and never split his holiday time traveling between households. The thought of raising younglings in such an environment has always appealed to me. He told me once that his mother allowed his father to hold her, anytime he wanted to. I doubted his story. Shamefully, I envied him.” He shifted uncomfortably as if worried she would think less of him and that he revealed too much. “Our parents hold their younglings and show affection. It’s just that,” he reached out to Carlie, “I’ve never seen affection between my parents.”
Carlie took hold of his hand and squeezed. “I understand. Justin and I grew up like your friend did. My parents were very affectionate with each other and with us. It’s fabulous. It’s what I want for my own children, one day.”
“Tyce, I was drawn to you the moment I saw you. I’ve never felt like this about a man before. I’ve dreamed of you. That has never happened before. Not where I see a face. Your face.” She blew out a breath. “If you truly don’t want to life-mate then tell me now. I’m ready to settle down. If not with you,” she didn’t get to finish her sentence.
Tyce took hold of her upper arms and stepped closer so they were mere inches from each other’s lips. “I’ve wanted to try this since I read about it in the instructional manuals.”
Carlie opened her mouth to question him but found his lips quickly pressed against her own. She breathed in deeply through her nose and pressed her lips back. She gently parted her lips more, so his followed her movement. She then tentatively moved her tongue into his mouth, sweeping the inside of his upper lip.
“Gods and goddesses,” Tyce panted. He lowered his arm and lifted her.
Carlie wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. She lowered herself so she could feel the vibrations through her jeans. “Oh God,” she panted between heated kisses. Carlie leaned in and began sucking on his neck. Not enough to leave a hickey but definitely enough to send shudders of ecstasy through his body. She moved to another area and began her assault again.
“Tell me you want me,” Tyce begged. He moved them to the couch and lowered them so Carlie was straddling his lap. “Tell me how to please you. I want to hear you call my name when you peak.” He gasped when she reached down between their bodies and rubbed the tip of his cock with her hand.
“I want you,” Carlie huskily stated before sucking on his earlobe.
“Only me,” he pleaded.
“Only you,” she honestly replied. Carlie repositioned and kissed him several more times. “Remove your clothes.”
Tyce put one arm under her hips the other around her waist and sped to the bedroom. He gently deposited her on the bed and stepped back. “Are you sure?” he asked as he removed his vest and shirt.
Carlie nodded and hungrily replied as she saw his ripped chest and abdomen, “Oh, yes. I’m sure.” As he toed off his boots and lowered his pants, she kicked off her shoes, got on her knees, and lifted her t-shirt over her head. She then reached back and unhooked her bra. Carlie lowered her bra and dropped it on top of her shirt.
“I won’t give you up,” Tyce remarked as he repositioned Carlie so she was laying on her back. He helped her remove her jeans and lacy underwear. “You are so beautiful. So delicate.” Tyce threw an arm over her waist and lowered his head down to her right breast. Never had he indulged in a female’s body before. He wanted to explore and treasure every inch before entering her.
Tyce let go of her right breast with a pleasing pop and then concentrated on her left breast. He moved his hand from around her leg and cupped her sex. He felt Carlie part her legs and this excited him. He slowly moved his hips in a repeated thrusting motion towards her outer thigh as he ran his fingers through her moist clit down to her entrance. Recalling the instructional manuals, he positioned his thumb lightly over her clit and moved it in a circular pattern, applying pressure on every fourth and fifth circle. While he was working her clit with his thumb, he slid two fingers into her tight, wet core. Tyce moaned as he sucked on her breast. He slowed his own pumping motions out of fear of spilling his seed down her leg.
Carlie’s body was experiencing sexual overload. She panted heavily. When Tyce picked up his speed and pumped his fingers into her more aggressively, her back arched, her toes curled, and she called his name.
“Wow.” Carlie threw an arm up over her forehead. She then placed a hand on his chest when he positioned himself over her. “Roll onto your back. My turn to explore.”
“Now?” he choked out.
She looked into his pained face and relented. “Okay. So long as I can explore later.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and used her heels on his ass to encourage him to lower himself.
“Tell me if I hurt you.” He first ran the head of his cock to her clit and waited until the vibrations against her clit had her squirming under him.
Carlie was ready to come again. “Please,” she pleaded.
Tyce heard what he wanted to and pulled back. He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and pushed in slowly. He watched her face for discomfort. After several pauses to allow her to adjust, he bottomed out. “Carlie,” he said with reverence. He leaned his head down and kissed her as he slowly began to pump in and out of her.
Carlie could barely return his kisses, she was panting so much. “Harder. Faster,” she implored between kisses. When he picked up his pace she broke away from his kisses and latched onto his neck. Her nails curled around his shoulder blades up to his shoulders. She scored him with her nails and cried out his name.
Tyce pulled Carlie up and plastered her to his chest as his other hand supported his body as he stiffened and spurted his seed deep within her depths. “Carlie. You belong to me,” he declared as the last of his sperm raced into her womb.
“Damn that was good,” Carlie complimented as she lowered her legs. She chuckled, “I need a shower!”
“Stay in my quarters with me,” Tyce asked while he was still in her.
Carlie brought her hands up to the sides of his face. “I can’t. Justin. He needs time to adjust.”
Tyce looked hurt, but reasoned, “He already agreed to go to our world. I heard him.”
“Yes, but I haven’t even told him just how interested I am in you yet. Let me tell him.” She pulled him down for a kiss.
“You’ll tell him, right away? I’ll be with you when you do,” he offered.
“Yes, we’ll tell him. I know Justin will be happy for me, so long as I’m happy. But, I’m still not moving in here with you just yet.”
“When?”
Carlie ran her hands through his hair. “When Justin feels comfortable with the situation and with us.”
Tyce gave her a winning smile. “We will be happy. The three of us. I promise I’ll take good care of you and Justin. Carlie. I pledge this as a Pzianian Warrior and as the male who wants you for life. May I hold you?” He leaned back down and kissed her tenderly.
“You can hold me anytime you want, so long as you allow me the same.”
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Dakota and Christine
Dakota
Mom brought out one of the new dresses she bought me a couple of weeks ago. This one is what she calls a brocade dress. Not sure what that means but it sure is pretty. It comes just above my knees. Mom still won’t let me wear anything shorter. The dress has a whitish-metallic background with alternating double-doses of pink and gold zig-zags and diamond shaped striped patterns going around it, with a skinny silver belt at the waist.
When I twirl, it flares out just a little bit but it’s enough to show off my shaved legs! Sort of. It reminds me of a gumdrop or a bell without the flared strip at the bottom, when I spin. Huh. It’s kind of like the Queen of England’s skirts. Ya know, where they sew pockets of sand in the hem so it won’t fly up much in a breeze. I remember hearing a neighbor talk about that once. Maybe I shouldn’t spin.
The healer says they have a permanent hair removal wand. My mom used it but said I have to use a razor until I’m older. She told me she learned the girls on our new planet don’t shave. Mom thinks I might feel embarrassed if they all have hairy legs and armpits, and I don’t. I tried to tell her that my leg hair isn’t even noticeable from a distance because it’s light, but she won’t budge. That’s okay though. At least she let me use the razor.
I’m wearing my new ankle boots with it. They’re a light brown and have 2-inch heels! Yes, I’m growing up and almost as tall as my mom! Next year I’d be starting high school if I were on Earth. (I skipped first grade.) The healer, Warrior Gluon, told us he isn’t sure what Leader Thalmar has planned for my education. That Leader Thalmar and my mom need to discuss it. I hope they include me. They should.
Today is a special day. After spending a week on the transporter with the pilot, co-pilot, and a doctor (they call them healers), which was nice, we boarded my new dad’s personal ship. It finally came in range for us. One of the six guards assigned to us said they came as fast as possible. I can tell mom’s both nervous and happy about having personal guards.
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I heard some of our guards call it a warship but I haven’t told mom that. I think they call all of their big ships warships. Not sure. I’ll ask one of them when mom isn’t around. So, this one is called the Intrepid. That means courage. I like the name. We’ve been on this ship for three days now and have one more to go until we reach Pzianian. This ship travels faster than the transporter. My new dad, Leader Attilius Thalmar, is transporting out to meet us today!
The smaller transporter was good. It had one large bedroom that me and my mom shared. Mom asked the healer and pilots if they wanted to use the bedroom to rest several times and they always told her no and they were fine. Mom was worried about them but then she saw that their seats reclined fully and they seemed okay.
These guys don’t sleep much. They told us they only need about four hours a day. The warriors, they want to be called that, took turns sleeping when we did. I know because I woke up and snuck out. Of course the co-pilot woke up when I did. The pilot was still working and smiled. The doctor asked me if I were okay, of course. Warrior Gluon asks me and my mom that constantly!
They really are nice and answer most all of our questions. Well, except when I start asking too many questions about my new dad. The healer, Warrior Gluon, when we were on Commander Gharm’s ship, the Guardian, fixed my mom’s back and knee. She’s moving really good now and says she’s not in pain anymore. I’m glad.
Warrior Gluon had put a console in our bedroom on the transporter and we spent the last week watching videos of our new planet. He explained things to us as we watched. Pzianian is very much like Earth, only larger and not as much sea water. Where Earth is mostly covered in water, Pzianian is about forty-sixty, he told us. They have a lot more fresh water than we do and they have a lot of laws to keep their water and lands clean. We also studied their laws. That’s kinda important. I don’t think my new dad would be happy if we get arrested, and I want him to like me.
My new dad is Pzianian Leader Attilius Thalmar. Only he doesn’t know he’s going to be my new dad yet. I asked mom what we should call him and she said probably the same as what his warriors call him, Leader Thalmar, unless he tells us otherwise. Mom told me he is like the President of the United States, only he’s the president of his whole world. There aren’t any other presidents there. My Grandma Serena and Great-Grandma Maude didn’t tell me he was that important. When I found out, I decided to wear a dress the first time I meet him. He’s not a regular guy. I’m praying that he likes me. I wonder if he lives in a house as big as the White House. Not that it really matters.
After mom French braided my hair, I decided to wait for him at the door. So long as I stand in the doorway, it stays open. Mom just finished changing and looks awesome. She’s sitting on the couch for now. I can tell she’s nervous because her leg is bouncing. “Mom?”
She says she’s fine. Okay. Back to lookout detail. “Excuse me. Could you move over about a foot?” I asked the guard standing to the left of the door. “Thanks.” Ah. Here he comes. I think.
First I saw a warrior turn the corner. He was followed by two more walking almost side by side. Then there were three more, all side-by-side, with three more behind. I knew the one in the middle was my new dad. He was bigger than all of them, even though the others were all the same size, if not a little bigger, than the warriors we’ve seen so far. Wow. My dad is a big mother, I can’t finish that. Yikes. He looks like a leader. I hope he didn’t hear me suck in my breath.
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Christine
I heard Dakota suck in her breath and saw her go wide-eyed. As graciously as I could, I stood and walked over to my daughter.
Oh my. He is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. And huge. Not fat, just extremely well built. My mom, Serena, was right. This alien is strong. I hope I’m gawking at the right man, rather alien. This could be quite embarrassing if I’m not. I should stop now.
The three warriors in the front, as well as the guards assigned to Dakota and Christine, parted for their leader.
Attilius Thalmar held still while taking in the sight of the lovely Dakota Shasta and her stunning mother, Christine Shasta. This is the female destined to be his life-mate, and next to her is his new daughter, according to the video he watched that Commander Gharm forwarded him. Attilius smiled at Christine Shasta first, then turned his attention to Dakota and both smiled and winked as if they shared a secret. He continued to grin when he heard Dakota suck in another deep breath.
In the same manner that he had witnessed his longtime friend, Bronis Scorpak, greet his future life-mate Ellie Taralucci, Attilius decided to greet his own future life-mate. He slowly approached Christine Shasta, held out his hand, and when she placed her soft hand in his, he bent, raised it to his lips and kissed the back of her hand. His eyes remained focused on her face as he did this. Attilius grinned for a third time when he saw the rosy color flush over her face and neck. He decided then and there to embrace the fate outlined by the young human female.
Quickly, he turned his attention to young Dakota and held open his arms. Ellie had suggested he do this. Gently, he hugged a clinging Dakota back. Attilius marveled at how right it all felt and briefly wondered if this was what Bronis and his sons experienced when they first encountered their life-mates.
“Please, come in,” I offered once he released my daughter. The whole scene was touching and I felt my eyes beginning to tear up. I hadn’t seen Dakota look so happy in a very long time. Within the few minutes that they hugged each other, Dakota received more affection from this alien man than she ever had from any human man. Dakota’s own father nev
er once held her.
Attilius ordered the guards to remain in the hallway and followed Christine inside. Dakota had taken hold of his hand and was leading him to the sectional.
Before I sat down, I politely asked, “May I offer you something to drink?” When he replied no, I took a seat in the chair diagonal from him and primly crossed my legs. “Leader Thalmar,” I began, not knowing what I was going to say after that even though I had practiced fifty different conversational openings.
“Please call me Attilius. May I call you Christine?”
Does wordlessly bopping your head like a dashboard wiener dog count? “Yes,” my voice finally produced. I watched him shift and cock his head to the opposite side away from Dakota.
“That’s just,” I paused. How do I tell him Kinoa, Dakota’s deceased Siberian Husky, is trying to climb onto his lap? Or that my deceased mother and grandmother are perched on the coffee table like adolescent school girls right in front of him?
“Just what?” he smiled as he asked.
“That’s just fine,” I recovered and softly blew out a breath.
That’s when I heard Dakota announce, “Mom’s worried because Kinoa is trying to climb on your lap for pets.”
“Kinoa?” he questioned.
I sucked in my upper lip over my bottom teeth and let go of an inelegant popping sound. Might as well get it over with. “Kinoa is my daughter’s belated dog. He’s rather large. On the plus side, he appears to like you.” I watched him scoot back on the sofa and move his arm out of the way. “He’s in your lap now. You might as well know that my deceased mother Serena, and my grandmother Maude are here also.”
“Serena, Maude, it is a pleasure to meet the both of you. My oath to each of you as Leader of Pzianian, I will treat Christine and Dakota well. No harm will ever befall them. If any threat,” Attilius paused and looked at Christine. “Where might they be?”