by D. R. Rosier
She grinned down at him mischievously, “You know, if I didn’t worship you just as much as you do me, the way you see me might have been a problem.”
He winked up at her, she was right of course, she could take advantage of the fact he was so smitten with her, but luckily it went both ways.
He moaned as she started to bounce on his cock hard, her delicious silken friction on his manhood threatened his control. He started to arch his back and meet her down thrusts. He was almost mesmerized by her bouncing golden breasts.
She gasped in pleasure and said, “Go ahead, pinch my nipples, squeeze and twist them hard. Fuck, you feel so good in me.”
He obeyed her orders and reached out, cupping her breasts and kneading the flesh as their bodies slapped together. He continued kneading with his other fingers as he pinched and twisted her nipples between is forefingers and thumbs. He felt her start to gush her nectar over his cock and onto his body so he looked up, the pleasure in her eyes a greater pull for him than her breasts at the moment.
He released her breasts and grabbed her tightly by her waist, holding her up as she grasped and milked his cock with her moist heat. He held her there as he started to thrust up into her, hard and fast, extending and raising the intensity of her orgasm.
Tiffani screamed, “Fuck! Don’t Stop!”
An easy order to obey, as his pleasure rose quickly, the silken friction much more intense on his tip and length as her core tightened around him hard during her ecstasy. He heard her gasp as his cock swelled, stretching out her tightness as he lost control to the heavenly feeling of her hot, moist, grasping and milking pussy. He started to pump stream after stream of his thick cock juice deep inside her womb.
When she came down she kissed him softly, her soft but firm breasts mashing against his chest, her hard nipples felt great against his chest. They cuddled on the bed some more, for the moment spent. They talked, comfortably and without any awkwardness for the first time in over a month. He knew he never wanted to be away from her again. Much more than the sex, the emotional distance had hurt so much more. Ariella had named her right, she was his golden goddess.
Tiffani giggled at him for his thought and he frowned.
He said playfully, “Don’t think I won’t spank you just because you’re a goddess.”
She snickered and arched an eyebrow.
He grinned evilly at her and pulled her into the doggie style position, his cock recovering as they had talked. He spanked her hard once then pushed his hard length into its silken home.
He said in faux anger, “See, just like that woman.”
She moaned at the feel of him inside her and she felt the stinging sensation slowly turn to pleasure as it radiated throughout her body. She ground hard against him, pushing back against his cock and raised her ass, as if asking for another swat.
He teased, “Hmmm, I’ll have to let Gabe know you like to be spanked like a bad girl.”
She gasped in outrage, then broke into giggles at the thought, she just couldn’t hold on to her faux outrage. Her giggles turned into a gasp and then a low moan, her center clenched his hard length when shooting pleasure and a mild stinging pain radiated through her body’s center, he had spanked her again. And to her own shock she was really enjoying it.
He was happy to oblige as he started to plunder her depths from behind. He had missed her a lot and wondered if they would be caught up after this round? So far neither of them had been able to keep their hands off each other yet. They were making up for lost time. The talking in between, the loving caresses as they held each other, and the sex.
She said in a teasing sultry voice, “Do you like that? Spanking the empress of an empire spanning the universe?” She wiggled her ass again, pushing back against his cock and grinding.
As he smacked her ass again his pleasure rose in response to hers. He loved the fact that it drew out more panting breaths and gasps of pleasure from his golden goddess. The next spank caused her body to tremble, and her core tightened, bathing his cock in her nectar. As he picked up the speed of his long firm strokes into her milking heat to extend her orgasm, he decided the answer to his own question was hell no. He wasn’t even close to caught up yet. He loved pleasing this woman and was filled with joy at their reconciliation...
Chapter 7
Bill took a deep breath and looked around. He was experimenting with his powers, sort of. His abilities were kind of scary. Luckily the modifying thing was pretty much instinctual. He couldn’t practice that skill in any way that seemed moral. Even the idea of changing the nature of a bird or small animal just to practice twisted his stomach. He could see using it to repair a defect, or to help, but just for the hell of it in practice? Not going to happen.
He wouldn’t know what kind of thing he needed to do against the Sprisi until the time was upon him. He hoped that would be just as instinctual but wasn’t positive.
Vino had seemed to think he wouldn’t have a problem with that aspect of his ability at all, so it probably is, instinctual that is.
He had no problems detecting the life signatures either. He could, so far, work out the energies of everything he saw. The only exception to that was the Dravii, at least partly. When he viewed the life essence of Ariella there were things he didn’t understand at all, he was guessing but thought it was probably the things that dealt with manipulating space and energy. Maybe if he ever understood space enough it would be clear to him. He had no trouble at all recognizing her emotions or ambitions. Maybe reading the energy was instinctual because he was recognizing something that was within himself as well. That would explain why, when he saw something he didn’t have within himself, he couldn’t recognize it at all.
He wanted to reach out and touch the emotions of his mates, see what else he could do, but he was genuinely afraid of harming them. If he did learn more, it wouldn’t be through messing with them, or really anyone else. What if he accidentally removed the ability to love from someone? He shuddered.
The only other thing he could experiment with was his astral projection, since that didn’t involve anyone else he was hoping it was safe. Of course, he had been meditating for a while and hadn’t been able to leave his body. He had no clue where to even start.
He had tried to leave his body, thinking at it to let him float off or whatever. Maybe if he had a beer? He sighed. If he was considering alcohol as a learning tool, he knew he must be running low on ideas. Nothing he was doing to try to leave his body behind was working at all. He even tried to use his golden tendrils to cut himself loose, but it was like they didn’t understand the command at all. That made sense of course, because the tendrils were a part of him, and he didn’t have a clue.
They needed him to astral project and find a Sprisi, but how could he do that without first knowing what a Sprisi felt like. It was like a catch twenty two, to carry on Vino’s comparison it would be like asking a sniffing dog to find a drug the dog had never smelled before. He was pretty sure they were going to have to find one first.
He sighed in frustration and couldn’t help his thoughts wandering. He missed Anise and Sylvia and wondered how they were doing. He hadn’t seen them in about three weeks now since they fled Angillia. He just wished he could see them. He closed his eyes and remembered the feel of them, the intimacy and love they shared, how he always knew which was which.
He gasped as he found himself standing in front of Anise.
In a flash of intuition he understood how his power worked. He couldn’t astral project by wanting to leave his body. He had to do it by wanting to go somewhere else specific. He needed a destination. The desire to leave didn’t matter at all, and was what had been tripping him up.
That would be how he found the Sprisi, just concentrate on wanting to see one and he would be there. Both Anise and Sylvia were in the room, they were in Dravii shape and cruelly playing with some Elvii slaves. His first thought was he was glad they wouldn’t remember any of this, because they would be scarred for life if
they did. He really didn’t want to watch anymore but he looked closely at them with his sight.
He could see their bright life signature and essence, it was beautiful. They were much more understandable to his senses than Ariella was, as they were still young and had less power and understanding of the surrounding universe. There was still plenty he couldn’t fathom though, just less of it, which in his mind confirmed his earlier theory. He could however, also see the darker shadow of the Sprisi’s life essence signature. He tried to reach out and attack the essence, but he had no golden tendril’s here, he couldn’t do anything except locate them this way. He was also not noticed by them at all.
He also didn’t have enough of an understanding to destroy it anyway. He had a feeling he needed to see one up close for that to happen. But he did see enough that he thought he could find others.
It was like looking at a picture. The difference between a painting of the ocean from shore, with a rolling wave coming in and with a ship in the distance, compared to the real thing. There was no salt air, no sound of the sails whipping in the air. The roaring of the waves breaking on shore was absent, no sounds of birds or the rush of wind in his ear.
Now he knew what the beach looked like so to speak, so he could find others. But he still lacked the deeper understanding. He closed his eyes and thought about finding another Sprisi, one away from Angillia.
When he opened his eyes he was looking at a Demonae. He closed his eyes and could feel his body, he thought at Ariella, asking if she could figure out where he was exactly based on his feelings of distance and direction from his body. He closed his astral eyes and thought of home. When he opened his eyes he was looking into her beautiful green eyes and lovely smile. He couldn’t help but smile back.
“Did you get it?”
She nodded. “That was amazing, I was able to follow in your mind, see what you could see. I also picked up on all your discoveries. I think it’s time to move on. Get started with fighting back.”
He frowned and shook his head.
Bill said, “I am just as eager to go free Anise, Sylvia and Gabe, not to mention the rest of Angillia. But I am wondering if we should put all of our eggs in one basket so to speak. I may be able to pick out say, two more humans to make the change? Then the singular risk would be limited to when we freed Anise and Sylvia and let them pair with one of them each. I am pretty sure I can find two humans that would both not go power crazy and would be compatible with Anise and Sylvia.”
Her eyes widened.
He realized she knew he could change people, but hadn’t quite put together what it meant. Not only could he duplicate the changes Vino made, he could duplicate the ones he made to his own instincts. That would lessen the risks of them going power hungry, and also the heartache of living in an open relationship society that spanned the universe. He waited patiently for her to process that information…
She said thoughtfully, “What if we come back here after we free them? Choosing a partner should be a personal choice for the Dravii.”
He replied, “Yes, but foremost I need to make sure they won’t be monsters, plus, I have a good idea what traits would be compatible for them, I don’t think they would object. There is also the added danger every time we come to Earth, and leave it. We would be putting the billions of beings below us in danger if we were somehow tracked.”
She frowned but nodded, “I see the truth of that in your head, if you are right you might even pick a better match for them than they would for themselves. But if you are wrong…”
He frowned, “How about this, we grab the two I pick and let them decide, but tell them if they say yes, the final decision is in Anise’s and Sylvia’s hands. I won’t even change them until they are accepted. It seems a little unfair for the two I would choose. But that way, if I am wrong in my choices, we won’t end up having to both come back for more and advance another two.
“Five advanced humans seem to me to be pushing our luck. Even just two more of us will triple the risk of eventual issues. Not sure really, but having us as the only hope for the whole universe feels wrong. I don’t expect to die, I expect to win, but not preparing for the worst just seems… Arrogant.”
Ariella looked unsure too but said, “Well if you take care of the instincts we will only have problems if someone gets greedy or too ambitious. I imagine you can find the right type of people. Sacrificing, giving, protective of others, humble. You know, just look for essence like yours.”
He blushed at the compliment and closed his eyes.
Chapter 8
Bill was looking for the right kind of person to do the job, and a great number of them were very close. He instinctively knew however, despite that, most of them would not do. They either wouldn’t be able to handle the facts of the wider universe without having a breakdown, or wouldn’t be compatible with the type of lifestyle required, even without jealousy being an issue.
After all his criteria were wide and varied, a lot of people came close. But fell short. In addition to being the type of person that would want to help and not take advantage of the situation, he was also looking for someone unattached. After all, he wouldn’t drag someone away if they were married or in a relationship. He knew that wouldn’t go over well, telling them sorry, but they need to be here in case he fails. And by the way, forget that guy or girl because this is their new mate…
There was also the age thing to consider. He needed someone old enough to understand the stakes and not do anything foolish, but not too old to run around and fight a battle.
He snorted. He had been at this for hours. It took time to make a determination after all. It was more than just a quick peak and a rubber stamp.
The next person he astral jumped to caused his eyes widen in disbelief. There was just no possible way that bitch could be one of the two people they were looking for. As he studied her life signature and essence however, he saw so much more than she had ever showed him in the past.
-----------------
Sally woke up and looked out the window, she felt like she was being watched for a moment, but it passed. For some reason the thought of Bill popped into her mind again. Although she wasn’t surprised, she had spent a lot of time thinking about him the last few months. Along with the guilt. She knew he was a good man, in fact, she never thought she was good enough for him. She had been insecure, so she henpecked the crap out of him constantly. She was unable to stop herself from driving him away. She really didn’t even understand why she was doing it, not until it was too late.
She cringed when she remembered the last words she said to him. They never did find his body out there despite all the volunteers that went down looking. She hadn’t exactly been a nun the last few months, but she hadn’t been able to really get close to anyone since.
She jumped in the shower and then brushed out her long red hair. She looked at herself critically in the mirror. People tell her she is attractive but she never really liked her pale skin. And the natural curls in her hair made people jealous, but it was a pain to take care of. Her best, or worst feature depending on point of view, were her triple D cup breasts. She liked them sometimes, the attention she drew... But she would be shocked if even half the guys she had seen could even recall her grey eye color, or if she even had eyes at all…
Truly, they were at the root of her insecurity, she was never sure if a guy actually liked her or if it was just about her tits. It had always been the elephant in the room for her, the first place a guy looked. Even a lot of women stared there first.
She finished getting dressed and found herself at loose ends. It was her day off from the hospital, where she was a nurse, and she really didn’t have much to do. She considered maybe reading, then calling some friends to see if they were up for a night out.
That is when she froze, she couldn’t move at all and a whimper escaped her mouth as bright white lights surrounded her. She wondered for a moment if she was having a flashback from her college days, or perhaps a seizu
re. That is when she noticed she wasn’t in her house anymore. Bill was standing in front of her, and the room looked strange. There was a picture of the Earth on a big screen and the silver walls had a light green tinge to them. Bill was alive? Where the hell was she?
Bill said calmly, “Hey Sal, don’t freak out.”
She fought her panic and slapped Bill in the face, how dare he make her think he was dead! Asshole! Then she fainted.
--------------
Ariella was laughing hysterically while Bill glared her way. Yeah, that went well.
She said lightly, voice full of mirth, “Maybe for person two we should go meet them instead?”
She got another glare from Bill for her quip but she just winked at him. She walked over and inserted a very small implant into Sally. It wouldn’t add Sally to the crew. She would be part of Anise’s or Sylvia’s crew if accepted, and they would take care of the enhancements and connections. All it would do was translate other languages so the rest of them could talk to her in the meantime.
After all, she knew Sally needed to come to terms with, and agree as well, they couldn’t just kidnap her away. She was pretty sure Sally would though, if Bill was right about the type of person she was that is.
--------------
Brendon was playing basketball. Wheelchair basketball. He had been going to medical school just last year. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to go back at this point. They were coming back from a night on the town when he and his friends got in an accident. Well he wouldn’t be walking again, not anytime soon anyway. His only hope was for a medical breakthrough. His spine was just too damaged for the body to compensate on its own.