Pan’s Legacy
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Bending her knees, she propelled herself up and above the tree line, making a straight flight to the pit facility. A few large flyers tried to take a nibble at her, but a sharp prod with her spear sent them spinning.
She looped lazily on her way to the facility, flying during daylight out of the trees was dangerous but also freeing. She knew now why her grandfather had spoken so fondly of flight. It was exhilarating. If she went home to Earth, she knew that she would never feel this type of freedom again. Her depression at that thought made her dip, so she reclaimed her feeling of wild freedom and climbed again.
A dark figure stood on the roof of the main building. She knew that physique. Knew how every muscle bunched and moved when he walked and held her in his arms.
Squealing with enthusiasm, she dive-bombed him, dropping her spear and dagger before she flung herself into his arms. The kiss that followed the embrace was as wild as her enthusiasm. Her weight bore him to the floor with a grunt and then their urge to couple took over.
His hands tore at her skirt.
She helped him remove the scraps and peeled her top off seconds later. She moaned when he leaned up to suckle her breasts and her own hands became busy with the fastenings of his trousers.
He thrust two fingers into her, fucking her with them, hard and fast. As he bit down lightly on one of her nipples, she went over the edge, screaming her release to the skies that had recently hosted her.
That was all the encouragement he needed, he positioned her over his cock and pulled her down onto him. With a few short pulses he was deep inside her and his hips were bucking upward to keep him seated as she rode him. Their rhythms fought each other until finally they moved together, striving for release in a synchronized pattern.
Pandora leaned back and cupped his balls as she rocked on him and with a few deft strokes, he was shouting and the jet of his come inside her had her tingling on the edge of her own moment. He helped her over with the use of his thumb on her clit and another light bite on her nipple. Her shriek was softer, but the spasms of her body sucked the air out of her and left her shaking.
Slowly, she let herself relax on top of him. She rested her head on his shoulder. “Hello, Ikil.”
“Hello, Pandora Smythe.”
So, he had read her file. “I missed you.”
“I guessed as much. Can we get up now?” He belied his words by threading a hand into her hair and pressed her head firmly into his shoulder.
She chuckled deeply, “I am guessing that the floor is probably digging into you.”
“It would have been worse if I had taken my clothing off, but having you draped over me is keeping me nice and warm.”
Pandora smirked. While her front was warm, steaming in fact, her back was catching a bit of a chill as the wind caressed her.
“Can I use your shirt? I am catching a bit of a draft here.”
He immediately sat up and helped her rise to her feet, flinching as he withdrew. His cock was all shiny with her juices, but not quite soft, it took him some effort to tuck it back into his trousers. He parted with his shirt and dressed her carefully, buttoning each closure with slow precision.
“I have to say that this is by far the most appealing thing I have seen you wear.”
She understood his comment the moment that he slid his hand up and under the tails of the shirt to cup her ass. His fingers stroked deeply between her thighs, the damp heat of their coupling coating his fingers so that he could caress her ass, slipping one finger a few inches in.
Shocked, she tried to work forward, on tiptoe, off his invading digit. It felt good, but she felt a little weird with his finger in her ass. When he added a second, she looked up into his face and saw the intent focus that he had, watching her reactions.
“You enjoy this, don’t you.” It was a statement. Not a question.
“I do. But it feels weird.”
“You will get used to it.”
He withdrew his fingers and she relaxed back onto her heels. “In Nevar marriages, no portion of a mate’s body is forbidden to the other. It shows total trust. This is what I want from you and what I will give you in return.”
“Marriage?” She knew that he wanted her, she knew that she wanted him, but for him to want to formalize it was incredible.
“Yes. I wish for you to join me in a bonded union. Will you?”
Standing in the fading sunlight, she smiled up at him. “I will.”
Epilogue
The insistent beeping of the com unit was driving her to distraction, even with Ikil lapping devotedly between her thighs. She groaned and asked, “Can you answer that? It is really distracting me and for this, I want my full attention.”
Her beloved raised his dark lavender gaze, licked his lips and sighed. “Fine. But I want to take up where I left off as soon as the call is finished.”
“Deal. Now let me go.” The silk bindings that were holding her tightly to the bed came undone with a few sharp tugs. Bondage was still a large part of their play, but now it was with silks and never when they were to be left alone.
She wrapped the sheet around her and crawled to the edge of the bed. Ikil triggered the answering mechanism once she was decently covered.
“Ikil K’ptain, I am calling to speak to the stolen Terran, Pandora Smythe. Is she available?” It was a small man who looked, to Pandora’s eyes, like the same species as the representative that had lured her in to begin with.
“I am.” She stood behind Ikil and looked into the recorder.
“Pandora Smythe, as a stolen Terran, you are not bound by the rules of the Protectorate. You are still a full citizen of Terra. However, as you have bonded to an Alliance species, you now also have Alliance citizenship. This dual citizenship has not been offered before, but it will allow you to travel between Terran and any worlds you wish.”
Pandora felt her mouth open in surprise. A smiling Ikil pushed it shut. “Thank you. I am shocked. Surprised. Stunned even.”
“When your credentials are delivered by courier, you will have the ability to pass any and all barricades to your world. Congratulations, Terran Smythe, you are one of a kind.”
The com went dark and after she was finished being shocked, she squealed happily. Hugging Ikil, she covered his face with kisses.
“I can go back. I can see my friends, family. You can meet my mom and dad.” She laughed and hugged him.
“You want me with you?”
His insecurity hit her suddenly. She could leave him if she wished.
“I want you, Ikil. I got wet the instant that I saw you striding across the sands of the pit and no man has ever had the power to make me miss him before.” She gave him a deep kiss that left them both breathless. “I want to visit my family, but you are my home. Where you are, I am and not just because of your having the key to the cuffs.”
His startled laugh made her laugh in return.
“Now, I believe that we were in the middle of something before the com unit went off, if you are still up for it.”
“Of course.”
“Then get me naked and tie me to the bed. You have a job to do.”
Three Years Later…
“Ms. K’ptain, my name is Amy Tyrell.”
Pandora had to take her word for it. The negotiator armour cut off all traces of human physique, though the caller had assured her that she was Terran by origin.
“What can I do for you, Ms. Tyrell?”
“Amy, please.”
“Then call me Pandora.”
The faceplate inclined in acknowledgement. “Thank you, Pandora. It has come to my attention that you are in the unusual position of being the only Terran who can come and go to our home world at will.”
“I have that distinction, yes.”
“I was wondering if you could pick up a few things for some of the Volunteers. It is lonely out here and care packages of familiar foods and underwear would be welcome.”
“Ah. And you think I could pick these items up?”
Pandora laughed. “I know how lonely it can be out here. I am willing to fill anything on your list if you can get me some currency packs that I can use back on earth.”
“One courier with gemstones on the way.”
“Then send the list. My next visit is in two months. I will fill the shopping list then. Do you want me to grab any catalogues?”
“This is going to work out better than anything I could imagine. Thank you, Pandora, I will get right on it.”
“Thanks for calling, Amy. I look forward to more communication.” She waved the communicator off and heaved her body to her feet.
This was her third pregnancy, but the first one that seemed likely to go to term. Nevar and human DNA needed some coaxing to get together, so the doctor from the pit facility helped her out. Dr. Kasku was still a fan, but now it was over her ability to keep the colonists and littles from taking over each other’s territories.
The colonists’ flight abilities were their downfall. They could start a hive anywhere and infringing on the littles jungles wasn’t something that they had to do. They had simply chosen it because the littles had forged paths through the jungle and were equipped to deal with predators.
Pandora had started a pilot project, a half-and-half village that seemed to be doing well, but with the thousands of fairies suddenly loose on the planet, they had given up on waiting.
“You can wait fifty years to get out of a crystal, but you can’t wait two years for a test to prove itself?” They had agreed, shamed, to move out of the jungles and build their hives in the originally selected spot.
The pit was now officially the fairy city.
Ikil was finishing their house at the edge of the jungle, close enough so she could visit her littles and far enough to ensure their privacy. The fighters who had decided to stay and colonize as well were helping him. The roof had been up the first thing, but walls were an essential that couldn’t be ignored.
When Ikil saw her waddling over, he put down his hammer and vaulted over the railing around the deck. He picked her up and bussed her mouth. “What was the call?”
“I have been asked to smuggle Terran contraband into Alliance space. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
“Can I come with?” He was waggling his brows. For his whimsical expression, his hand stroked her belly softly and with an implicit caress.
“Of course. We will make our run two months from now and prepare to have a ship loaded with lingerie, coffee, chocolate bars and small electronics.” She chuckled and rubbed her hands together.
“What are we waiting for?”
“For the next K’ptain to join the world and then you and I are going flying again, my love.”
“Ah, I do love flying with you.” Ikil chuckled. Before the pregnancy, she had had enough strength to fly him as well. A midair collision took on a whole new meaning.
“The feeling is mutual. Now get back to work. I won’t stay pregnant forever.” Pandora gave him a hard slap on his ass and sent him on his way.
Life had taken funny turns. First, she was the descendant of a fairytale character, then she was a stolen human fighting for her life, then she was in the pit, really fighting for her life, punished by Huek K’ptain, freed from the fairy crystal, back in the jungle and then back in the arms of the man that she loved over everything else. She gave and he took, she took and he gave. It was a balance that came more easily with every day of practice.
Practicing loving her man was something she was getting very good at. She did it every day and felt him do it in return.
But if this baby was a boy, she was so naming him Peter.
Author’s Note
Pandora’s story has been rattling around. I mean, if Peter could fly, what would his grandchild be like? The Terran Times care package underground has been running since the first Champions of Terra book, but until Pan’s Legacy, I never figured out how to get supplies from a forbidden planet.
Pandora is a useful woman, one of a kind.
Amy Tyrell also made her first appearance in Arena Station, the first of the Champions of Terra, her story was told in Haldis Imperium.
As for Huek, his name became his rank and anyone hearing K’ptain Huek would have a certain thought in their mind if they were raised on Earth.
I hoped you enjoyed romping with Pandora. Her sexual preferences came as a shock to me, but what can you say? You write what the characters want.
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Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there.
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