Secret Fantasies

by Elizabeth Lapthorne

  He didn’t manage to hold his own climax in order to see more of her naughty thought. He began to spill his seed inside her, pumping into her with a roar of primitive satisfaction he’d never experienced before.

  He fell onto his side, pulling Lea closer to him, not wanting to sever the intimate contact between them. He felt amazed to feel the floor give slightly beneath him, instead of the hard, unyielding floor he was used to.

  His mind felt scrambled, a jumble of images, thoughts and queries. And still Lea managed to surprise him.

  “So,” she said sleepily, her voice slightly vague, “how do you feel about anal penetration?”

  Vasili blinked, assuring himself he hadn’t just heard what he thought he had. He rose up gingerly onto one elbow, his cock sliding gently from her body. Even now, with what he thought she’d said, his cock was twitching, struggling to rise and accommodate what he thought she had inquired about.

  “Excuse me? I think I have water in my ears,” he said cautiously.

  “Water, off, steam dry,” she said clearly, pushing herself upright. Vasili stared at her in awe as she shivered slightly as the warm air caressed their bodies dry. They both remained silent for the minute or so it took for the room to dry them, and they stood up in tandem, like an old-fashioned mimicking pair.

  “I don’t mean right now, obviously. I’m exhausted and it’s rather late, not to mention I feel rather bushed from that whole soul completion thing. I’m talking about another time.”

  Vasili let her lead him back out to the bedroom, and together they crawled into her bed. He wondered if he was losing his mind.

  “Baby, what are you talking about?” he said, confused.

  “Lights off,” Lea said, and he heard her yawn as she snuggled into his arms.

  “Anal sex, of course,” she said sleepily. “I’ve always wanted to try it, but never had the opportunity…”

  Vasili opened his mouth, desperately searching his mind for the right words to beg, plead and con her into finding the stamina to try some out right now, but before anything could leave his mouth he heard a whisper-soft “G’night Vas,” from Lea as she fell asleep in his arms.

  Vasili spent the next twenty minutes employing each and every meditation and mind-calming technique he had heard of, until he too finally managed to fall asleep.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Gavreel felt his chest swell out with pride as Chandra bartered with the poor sod for a desert hoverski for them to share.

  Klampor was a desert planet, harsh and unyielding. They both had fed well at the main port, knowing it might be the last opportunity they’d have for a day or two. Thankfully, in such a remote region, tempers were usually high, and excitement over the smallest of things was not uncommon. Even so, they both agreed to bring a small stash of emergency blood just in case. They both knew from long years of experience how important it was to be prepared.

  Gavreel was more than happy to stand back and watch Chandra barter like a pro. When she and the man finally came to an agreement, Gavreel could see the glint of respect in his eyes. She had not been ripped off a single credit, and had indeed in many ways bartered them an excellent deal.

  “Yanna bubliquo femma, eh?” the man said admiringly to Gavreel. Chandra merely raised an eyebrow, handed over the credits they had agreed on and climbed onto the hoverski.

  Gavreel grinned widely and nodded amicably, climbing up onto the hoverski behind her. More than happy to give Chandra her moment, he didn’t even quibble over who would drive the damned thing. She is indeed a remarkable woman, he conceded to himself, letting Chandra in on his thoughts.

  The wind picked up as she ignited the engine, and turned them around in a full circle. Dust spun up everywhere, and they headed together out into the middle of the desert.

  Show off, he thought fondly.

  Chandra merely laughed.

  * * * * *

  After what felt like hours of nothing but sand, sand and more sand, Gavreel and Chandra finally came upon the temple rising right out of the middle of a sand dune in the desert.

  The both held their breaths in wonder, the ancient temple real and solid as they gained ground, rushing toward it on the dusty hoverski. The temple appeared to be an ancient structure, its walls crumbling with age. Yet the sand-colored stone was remarkably sturdy, even as it didn’t appear to be so.

  Gavreel found himself breathless in awe as Chandra pulled the hoverski up close to the enormous structure. They both climbed from the machine, legs slightly stiff from the couple of hours or so of sitting still on the large vehicle.

  Stretching their legs, they waddled around for a moment, until they finally burst into laughter.

  “We must look like a couple of ancients,” Chandra said jovially.

  “Or the old-style cowboys,” Gavreel interjected.

  “Or wannabes,” Chandra said. They both laughed and massaged aching muscles, finally turning back for each of their packs strapped to the craft. Gavreel placed a soft kiss on Chandra’s neck.

  “Did I tell you how amazing you were back there, bartering with the man?”

  “Mm,” she murmured, returning a kiss to his cheek. “No, but you can tell me in intricate detail on the flight back home.”

  Gavreel smiled and nodded. “All right then, maybe I will.”

  They laughed again and, hoisting their respective packs onto their backs, turned to face the mammoth structure in front of them.

  “This temple was likely built close to four thousand years ago, if not more,” Chandra said, breathless with her wonder. “Obviously they must have built it with the harsh weather conditions of the desert here in Klampor firmly in mind,” she added. “The worshippers must have known they would need this monument to withstand the test of time.”

  Gavreel nodded next to her, understanding the awe and wonder in her voice. He felt the same himself. Awe and a deep understanding of how they both believed such feats remarkable. The mere thought that this structure had been built thousands and thousands of years ago was mind boggling to say the least.

  And yet it still stood here, likely as sturdy and fortified as the day the priestesses had finished it.

  “Let’s head inside,” he finally said, wanting to move them forward.

  Side by side they headed inside, an excited bounce present in both their steps. Gavreel felt the addictive thrill of triumph as together they entered the huge structure. The large door appeared to be carved out of a light-colored wood. Gavreel rapped his knuckles on the door, testing to see if it was indeed wood or some other, perhaps native, material.

  The sound of his knuckles echoed solidly. Wood, he thought to himself, knowing a similar sentiment echoed inside Chandra’s mind. An ancient material basically obsolete in most galaxies nowadays.

  Gavreel nodded to Chandra, and they both pressed against the door, expecting a heavy resistance. Taking them both completely by surprise, the door opened with a startling ease.

  It still took some effort, but certainly not their combined strength to open the large door.

  They cautiously entered, keeping an eye out for any security traps, but not really expecting any. Even deserted temples rarely held traps nowadays. Since they both believed strongly that the temple had been abandoned, likely there remained nothing easily gatherable of any value. Thus no time and energy would have been wasted trapping the structure.

  “These worshippers were of the Goddess Adedenious,” Chandra said softly, reverently. “A group of largely female priestesses who came here to purify their mind and body—to attain a higher knowledge,” Chandra’s voice echoed slightly in the large room.

  Gavreel nodded, knowing the broader, more common knowledge of these women, but deeply respectful of Chandra’s more specialized knowledge of this particular group.

  “Most of them scattered and incorporated themselves into the Amazon tribes when they realized the Amazons were descendents of theirs. The main difference between them was that the Amazonian offshoots believed in
needing more concentration on the physical and sexual aspect of personal health and exercise, whereas the followers of Adedenious had believed in the mind and knowledge-gathering side of things.”

  Gavreel turned to face Chandra as they entered the main receiving area, smiling happily into her gorgeous dark brown eyes, enjoying the way her short, spiky blonde hair ran in every direction. Already it had paled slightly in the few hours of sunlight it had received.

  “Certainly makes sense to me,” he said happily, giddy with joy at having her here by his side, exploring this ancient civilization with him.

  The giant entrance opened into a cavernous receiving area, all made from the very same sand-colored stone they had witnessed outside. Intricate carvings lay everywhere before them, ancient writings on the wall, the columns carved into trees and flowers ornately covering the ceiling.

  Both Gavreel and Chandra slowly walked toward the far wall, their footsteps somehow muted on the floor. Finally they reached the other side of the main area, and both simultaneously lifted a hand to carefully, delicately touch the carvings etched into the wall.

  Although the stone looked gritty, as if it were made of sand, it was smooth to the touch, and rock hard. Gavreel lovingly stroked a picture of a woman sitting beside what appeared to be a pool, her legs crossed beneath her and her eyes closed in what was likely meditation.

  For a picture carved in stone, it had intricate detail, and as he ran his eye over the rest of the wall, the entire room seemed to be covered in such pictures.

  “This must be a collection of years’ worth of work,” he whispered in awe.

  Beside him, Chandra merely nodded, her hand tracing delicately over a portrait of a woman and a man, naked and locked together in an intimate embrace.

  They appeared to be in a medium-sized room, with a rectangle bathing enclosure, or maybe an old-fashioned dipping pool. Columns rose around them, and enormous cushions lay on the floor, softening the hardness of the floor for the writhing lovers.

  “I think this is where the Rune will be,” she said softly, her eyes drinking in the picture.

  Gavreel tilted his head, but kept his thoughts to himself. They both had packs on their backs, and plenty of supplies for however long it took them here. They were sheltered, and could easily keep warm. As Chandra honestly knew more than he about this group, he decided, for once, to follow her lead.

  “Okay then,” he agreed easily, “is there a map?”

  “No,” Chandra said, moving her hand away from the carving with obvious reluctance. “This is a mystical temple. I imagine it was well before its time, and works similarly to most modern mystical temples. Only a pure intention and a solid purpose will lead one to the room one desires.”

  Gavreel nodded, and searched around them. The vast room within which they stood held no doors to his eyes. Gavreel closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. He pictured the carving Chandra had found, pictured the man and woman locked together intimately.

  In his mind’s eye, he drew the details of the pool, the columns, the cushions, and finally the man and woman themselves. As they came to focus in his mind, he realized instead of picturing the strangers in the carving, the man and woman he had portrayed were Chandra and himself, naked and locked together moments before penetration. She sat in his lap, his fully aroused erection straining between them, moving softly against her soft, almost flat belly. They were kissing fiercely, hungrily, as if they could never get enough of each other.

  Feeling his erection lengthen and grow, Gavreel shifted uncomfortably and opened his eyes, wanting to take another look at the carving and regain his bearings. His eyes shifted to Chandra, who stood with a slightly flushed face and her eyes tightly closed.

  Gavreel smiled to himself. Obviously she too, had lost her train of thought momentarily.

  Gavreel turned to the wall with the carving, and instead was faced with a large door, which appeared as if it too, was actually carved into the wall. Amazed, he looked up and down the wall, which mere seconds ago had contained an array of carvings and etchings.

  “Chandra,” Gavreel said softly, reaching out to touch her arm. “Looks like we found it,” he said happily.

  As Chandra opened her eyes and smiled dreamily, Gavreel wondered for a moment if it had been his thought or hers which had opened the door. With a flash of intuition, he knew it had been their combined efforts that had opened the door to them.

  He pushed against the door, but it didn’t budge. Seeing the pattern laid out before him—only their harmonious cooperation would get them anywhere here—Gavreel nodded for Chandra to help him open the door.

  “We need to work together,” he said in explanation. “The front door would only have opened if we had both pushed on it, this door would not have appeared if our thoughts had not been in tandem. I honestly think we have to work together here to get anywhere.”

  Chandra nodded as she grinned.

  “Makes sense to me,” she said as she lent her strength to pushing on the door.

  Once again, just like the front door to the temple, when they both pressed against it, it swung open with ease.

  They both stood upright, shifted their packs, and Gavreel held out his hand.

  “Shall we?” he asked, feeling love and affection for this amazing woman well inside him.

  She nodded and took his hand, giving it a warm squeeze.

  “I certainly think we shall,” she replied.

  Together, hand in hand, they headed down the long corridor which stretched out before them.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Phoebe thought she could hear a child giggling. She frowned. There were almost never children in the temple, and on the rare occasion there was one or more, they were always in the nursery, not out and about exploring the different rooms.

  Just as she was about to sit up and call for one of the priestesses, she felt Michael thrust himself inside her again. She moaned and fell back into the softness of the couch. She opened one eye lazily, enjoying the look of heated concentration in the dark blue eyes. His pupils were dilated, making his eyes seem an even deeper, richer blue.

  She could feel his heat and need, leashed for now, but slowly working into a fever pitch not even he would be able to control. She felt an answering heat flare to life inside her.

  How could this man have possibly become so very important to her in such a short period of time?

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him closer to her. She could feel her body, liquid and pliant, fully receiving him with an eagerness she knew would never wane.

  As he thrust his thick shaft into her yet again she felt her back arch as the electric pleasure pulsed through her, sensitizing her every nerve. Her eyes closed of their own volition, the pleasure overwhelming her.

  And she heard a child’s laughter once again. This time closer.

  Phoebe’s eyes snapped open, and she quickly glanced around the room, astonished to once again not see anything.

  “Phoebe?” Michael asked softly. She could hear the concern in his voice. He paused his stroking, causing her to moan in disapproval. “Are you okay, hon?”

  Phoebe opened her mouth to ask him if he had heard a child’s laughter, but the words froze in her throat. Michael looked sexy and disheveled, his brown hair soft and the golden streaks glinting in the natural light source the rooms always seemed to have.

  Concern was evident in his dark blue eyes. Phoebe swallowed her ridiculous claims and smiled enticingly at him.

  “Just fuck me,” she said softly. “Right now.” She felt joy well inside her as he relaxed and let the heat of his erotic feelings wash over them both. He thrust inside her, faster now, and when his thumb flicked lightly over her clit he knew she wouldn’t last long.

  They both moved against each other in a slow, timeless dance of lovers across the galaxy. As she felt herself cresting, Phoebe once again heard the child’s laughter, and she embraced the sound, no longer caring who it was or where the child hid. As she fe
lt the peak of pleasure rip through her, she arched her back, dug her nails into Michael’s back, and shared her pleasure with him, opening her mind to him so he could feel the wonder he gave to her so selflessly.

  She felt his mind in hers, his pleasure meld with hers, and as he heard the child’s laughter once more in both their minds, she felt his cock burst and his seed shoot hotly inside her, bathing her womb.

  Phoebe saw a dark-blond-haired child, running in the recpark, zipping up and back from the lake she had run past that fateful first evening. She felt Michael’s warm presence next to her, could feel the heat of his arm wrapped around her shoulders.

  She recognized the feeling of being perfectly relaxed and content on such a gorgeously sunny day. Phoebe unconsciously rested her head against Michael’s shoulder, as they both watched their little son running around, chasing the wildlife near the enormous lake.

  “Mummy!” the little boy cried, rushing back toward them, “Daddy! Look what I found!”

  Phoebe smiled, knew Michael also grinned as their little man raced toward them as fast as his little legs could pump him.

  Phoebe felt her heart constrict as her son’s dark blond hair, a gorgeous shade somewhere between hers and Michael’s hair, came rushing up to them. He lifted his hand toward them with pride, a slimy stone obviously rescued from the lake held within his tiny fingers.

  “Nico,” she heard Michael say from beside her, “I see we’ve found another specimen to join the collection, huh?”

  Phoebe felt her heart overflow with love as her little boy nodded his head solemnly. His dark, dark blue eyes almost seemed purple in the bright sunlight. Again, Phoebe noticed that her little son—Nico?—had eyes that were only a few shades lighter than her own, a few shades darker than his father’s. They were stunning eyes, and Phoebe knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would break hearts when he grew older.

  “Do you think Grandpa will be able to tell me its species?” he asked, his young voice serious and firm, not even stumbling over the strangely adult word.