Mihile's Marvel - A Sci-Fi Alien Romance: The Quasar Lineage Book 12

by Pearl Tate

  “Now, this is green. There are more variations of the color green than the previous two. You might say lime green, which is lighter. More like here.” Her fingers flit across my skin, pointing out another area of my mating marks. “This here is darker green. Forests on earth are often darker colors of green from the leaves, so it’s sometimes described as ‘forest green’.”

  When she smiles up at me, I can’t resist leaning forward to kiss her, but she laughs, pushing me back into the pillows. “Wait. I’m just getting started.”

  I think she’s referring to teaching me colors, but instead, her mouth returns to my skin, and I can’t keep my cock from hardening. It rises beneath her as her lips latch onto my nipple, drawing the tight point between her teeth. I’m shocked as bites down onto me. Jerking beneath her, she looks up at me as she releases it.

  “Too much? Did it hurt?” Her lashes flutter as she looks down, and I can’t even find my voice to respond. Shaking my head, I reach up to cup her neck, drawing her back to me.

  That’s all the encouragement she needs before latching onto the other. A groan escapes as she sucks lightly before continuing her exploration of my mating marks. Kissing over them lightly, stopping to say, “Purple… yellow… blue…”

  There’s absolutely no way I’ll remember them, especially as her face continues to lower, reaching my cock that’s just laying over my belly button, waiting to be discovered. Instead of ignoring it, her kiss to the tip makes me suck in a breath.

  The look of shock on her face as she looks up at me, has me sitting up slightly. Her hand slaps to my chest, pushing me back. “No! It’s okay.” Her tongue runs over her lips in a provocative way, making my hard member jump in anticipation.

  Leaning back down, she sticks her tongue out, still looking up at me as she flicks the underside of me with the tip of her tongue. I jerk involuntarily, as the zing of pleasure shoots through my entire body. It’s incredible.

  Instead of flicking it the next time, Tara presses her tongue just under the head, circling it slowly. I can see a bead of cum at the tip where she’s encouraged it to leak with her teasing. My hand reaches up, pushing back the curtain of hair that’s fallen, obstructing my view.

  “Mmm.” The vibration she sends through me has my back bowing even as I try to control myself. I don’t want to spill and scare her, but she’s testing my control with every light touch and flick. Even her breath is almost too much.

  When her mouth sinks over the tip and she draws the top of me between her lips, I can’t resist grabbing her head lightly. “Oh, Tara. Please… that feels so good.” I’m not sure what I want her to do. I love this, but I’m not sure how long I’ll last if she continues.

  Tara shifts slightly, looking up at me with large eyes, my cock filling her mouth as her lips begin to slide up and down around the head. I stiffen as one of her hands circles the base, and she pulls off to lick around the head, holding me toward her as if I’m a treat she can’t get enough of.

  When her lips circle me again, tightening and dropping down my length, I let out a guttural moan that has her looking up at me. I must be deep in her mouth as I feel myself hit the back of her throat. Her hand grips my base tightly, squeezing hard as she swallows around me. It takes everything in me not to move.

  Realizing I’m still holding her head, I drop my hands to the bedding as she pulls off slowly, creating a suction that has my eyes rolling back in my head. I can’t control the noises I make as my body succumbs to her aggressive movements up and down. It’s too much. Too good.

  My balls tighten, the now familiar pressure building, and I cry out her name as she swallows me. The release turns my senses inside out while I explode deep into her throat.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  - Nitara

  I can’t believe how much I enjoy giving head. If you told me a month ago that I was going to like putting a man’s cock in my mouth and sucking on it, I’d have called you a liar—for sure. Disgusting, dirty, and just plain weird were all the things that crossed my mind when I found out about it years ago.

  Oral sex. Gross.

  But from the first lick, I was a goner. Mihile’s release or precome or whatever it is that’s leaking out of the tip, is super good. Like one of the best things I’ve ever tasted good. It reminds me of a mocha coffee I’ve had a few times, but it’s also different. Not as sweet. Richer somehow.

  All I know is when I start to lick, then suck on him, I just can’t stop. I mean, I know I’m going to end up with a mouthful of cum, and that idea scares me. But everything about sex is intimidating. I don’t want to look like an idiot or do something wrong, but then I think about what we talked about before. We’re just going to relax and explore each other. No judgment.

  My hand holds his huge cock toward me as I start to suck on him in earnest. I’ve heard all about how to do it. I’m a college student and girls talk. Drawing him deep into my mouth, I relax my jaw and breathe through my mouth, swallowing carefully. Easy.

  I don’t know what all the drama is about, but maybe it has more to do with taste? Honestly though, Mihile is now my preferred dessert. He’s delicious and once I get going, I love the way he acts too. His moans and twitching beneath me. It’s easy to see what he prefers, and I study him as he clutches the blankets next to me, crying out my name as he comes. Perfect.

  Continuing to suck on him as he releases, I consider the texture. That’s another thing I’ve heard about. Slimy, gooey, thick, and nauseating—those are the descriptions I’ve heard from other girls. You’d be surprised at how many of my friends consider head a normal part of the dating process since sex is totally off-limits.

  It’s definitely a little thicker than the original stuff he was releasing, but it’s not gross. More like a milkshake, but thick and warm. Most of it goes right down my throat, which I’m a little disappointed about. Cleaning him slowly, he softens a bit but his length remains. I’m super impressed this mammoth thing fit inside me.

  As he comes down from his high, his eyes snap open, and I see shock and awe reflected there. I can’t help the grin that spreads over my face as I lick my lips. “I did a good job?” I can’t help looking for confirmation.

  “Incredible.” His answering grin is warm as he looks at me with admiration. “My turn.”

  Staring into his beautiful eyes, I don’t doubt it. From the way it felt the before, the brief time he licked me, I know it’ll be great. It’s just… so personal… and so light in here. My old ingrained body consciousness is kicking in full force. But already, a dull ache has started between my thighs, and I don’t think it’s from our earlier encounter.

  At first, I was bracing for pain when we had sex. For so many years, I knew it’d be painful the first time, but what I didn’t take into consideration is what causes the pain—my hymen. That skin was probably ripped out and obliterated by the assault on the bus weeks ago. What we did was all pleasurable. So, put a plus in the positive column for that experience.

  Suddenly, I’m flipped onto my back, and Mihile pulls his arms out of his robe, tossing it to the side before he releases my jumpsuit, parting the material as if he’s opening a present. His hands are firm and warm as they spread the material, exposing my breasts. “Do you want to remove this completely?”

  The zipper style closure goes down my left side to mid thigh, but it’d still be nicer to have it totally off. Biting my lip, I consider the dilemma. Take it off and be totally exposed? Or leave it on and be less comfortable? Mihile makes up my mind when he pulls me up, leaning over the top of my body like I’m an infant to peel the top down my arms.

  When the material falls to my waist, he lowers me down and lifts it from under my butt, getting the entire suit off quicker than I usually can. “Spread your legs,” His voice is thick with lust as he shimmies back onto his stomach between my legs. “Your scent is delicious. It makes me hungry.”

  Licking his lips, I realize he isn’t kidding. He’s mentioned my scent before, so he must have a much better no
se than I do. “I can’t wait to lick you until you come, screaming my name. Just like you did for me,” he adds as his head descends to my cleft.

  My nipples tighten as I hold my breath in anticipation, wondering if the memory of the last time he licked me could have been embellished. Will it really be as incredible as I remember?

  Another deep inhale through his nose makes my cheeks burn with embarrassment as he looks down at me. His hair’s going wild around us, spreading out in a fan surrounding his head. Some of the thick strands are dancing up my thighs, and I gasp as they wrap around me, spreading my legs further. Mihile just smirks as he wraps his arms under me before I feel his hot breath fanning out, making me shiver.

  His fingers of one hand curve around the top of my thigh, reaching down to spread me open to his view. The pleasure is instant and all consuming as he licks me in a long, firm stroke. Throwing my hands on the bed next to me, I arch my back, trying not to clamp my legs around him.

  His tongue feels rougher than I imagined as he hones in on my clit, teasing it mercilessly and sending raw waves of sensation crashing over my nerve endings. Instantly, all thoughts flee from my mind. His shoulders hold me open as I begin to cry out, submitting to him and losing all control. My legs quake as he uses both hands to hold me down, spreading my labia further and flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue.

  I can’t control myself at all! My hips begin to rise toward him, and he clutches me tighter. Suddenly, a climax rips through me as I cry out. My mind blanks as wave after wave of ecstasy flows over me. When I float back into myself, I have my eyes closed, and I’m breathing heavily as I float down from the incredible experience.

  Mihile is still pressing his tongue inside me, his lips vibrating as he moans. When I can’t handle the intensity any longer, my eyes snap open and I grab his hair, parting it to take handfuls, tugging on him. Gentle at first, but when he doesn’t stop, harder. “Oh, Mihile… please.”

  My voice cracks as I pant, wondering if we’ll end up killing each other with pleasure. Fuck the rest of the Quasar world. We’ll already be dead in bed here when they find us. As he pulls off me, he looks up with a broad grin. “I did a good job?”

  Smart ass, but he does deserve to be proud. “That was incredible,” I assure him.

  Mihile smiles broadly as he climbs up over me, dropping onto the bed next to me. It’s hard to miss how hard he is as it bobs above me, but he ignores it as he pulls me into his arms, letting me use his bicep as a pillow. Turning me to face away slightly, he grabs the blanket, flipping it up over us and then snuggling in behind me.

  I’ve never felt quite so replete and satisfied. My eyes are already drifting shut, so I surrender to my heavy lids and listen to Mihile’s quiet breathing in my ear. Periodically, I feel him nuzzle my cheek and neck, kissing me slightly and causing me to rouse. But it isn’t long before I submit to the full effects of my exhaustion, falling asleep in the arms of my lover.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  - Mihile

  Leaving my mate, especially after spending the last hour watching her sleep in my arms, is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. If I wasn’t almost positive that I could make a huge difference in our circumstances, I wouldn’t do it.

  When I first left our shared room and went out to sit down and view the Accord, I’d felt an unusual, pulsing pull to the strange crystal. The energy surrounding it is infinite, flowing off indefinitely although it thins out as it gets further away. The color is a white haze that reminded me of one other object I’ve seen since regaining my sight.

  Shortly after I’d had my shower eleven or so daily rotations ago, when I’d experienced the first fascinating expression of light into my world, I’d gone immediately to find my mother. In the past, there’d be long periods of time when she’d be unavailable. Now, I know she was on the surface, leading a double life that I never suspected, but I’d always believed she was seeking guidance from the All Knowing, spending time in daily reflections for continual enlightenment.

  But as it was, when I’d vacated my dwelling to meander through our rooms. I’d been drawn to the large Sanctuary and the statue there in the adjacent chamber where I later found the hidden access to the outside underground catacombs. With my new sight, the statue pulsed with the same strange, rhythmic, hazy light that I can now see emanating from the Accord. Could it be some kind of advanced reader of the crystal stones?

  The only real way to find out is to go back. In addition to reviewing the Sacred Mother’s private records for pictures of the Prime, there may even be more incriminating evidence. Someone has to be in charge of the communications with the Marel.

  According to one of the mated males, there’s a Sanctuary-related orphanage that many of the males being sent to the Marel are raised in. The Marel even supply funding for some of the costs, including food along with the drugs that they want used to make them grow faster and larger and be more malleable. It’s those drugs that made it possible for them to create what the Earth females called “sleeper spies.”

  I’ve never heard of such a thing, but according to them, it’s not a new idea at all. Governments have been suspected of planting spies in key places and some of those spies don’t even realize they’re spies. They believe that this was the purpose of the male called Vekel who came from the same Sanctuary as Callim and was almost able to sabotage the Discovery on the way here.

  Making my way back through the tunnels, I’m less cautious knowing that there are not any energy signatures in my vicinity. Ideally, I’d like to get in and out without seeing anyone, and it’d be even better yet if Tara never knew I was gone. I’m not sure exactly how long it’ll take to review all the Sacred Mother’s personal documents.

  Everything is quiet as I enter through the hidden access panel we left out of earlier as a group. All is quiet as I begin releasing the energy in the air to allow the lights to spring on. It’s the same room the giving tree resides in. Its long branches float up and connect with the high ceiling above me.

  There’s a familiar hum that’s almost comforting as I move under it, circling around the large structure. I did this inspection when I first gained my vision. Walking around it in awe, I notice aspects of it that I’d never realized existed when I didn’t have sight. For example—it’s hollow. Access inside it isn’t easy, since the only entry point I’ve seen is high above my head. When I asked about gaining entrance, I was told it’s off limits.

  When nothing jumps out at me, I make my way over to the private study the Sacred Mother uses. This is locked, and even with the power restored, it refuses to open. Fortunately, it only takes a moment for me to see why. Until a proper sensor comes within reach, the normal power supply doesn’t work. It’s easily fixed and I’m in almost instantly.

  Moving into the flexible console, I adjust the sensors to enter immersive mode. The hard part is sorting through the vast amount of information. Everything is organized sequentially, so it’s just a matter of going back through information.

  It takes some digging, but I’m able to locate multiple pictures of the Prime Sacred Mother. There are even more accurate artist renditions done by famous creators of the era. Some of the digital information is not as clear as we’re used to seeing, but they are there. Picture after picture of her with her Helper followers. Many of them I recognize from the Accord broadcast.

  Within moments, I’ve located the portable backup space on tablets sitting across the room. They’re utilized at the far side of the space where there’s a large table, easily twice as long as my height. In the past, this is where many of the Council meetings were held, and the tablets hold only the most basic agendas.

  Taking two of them over to the console to get a faster transfer, I start reviewing some of the Council’s past agendas. Although they’re not complete, many of them hold recordings, along with short notes that tie them to points in the audio files. I easily have time to review them as the transfer begins, so I start flipping through them, working backward.


  Most of their discussions are the production of our different resources from fabrication to production. Profits… supply and demand… all normal and very average things you’d expect a ruling Council to review. Each branch had a report given by the line head.

  At this point, I’m aggravated that I never questioned anything. In all the years I lived here, it never crossed my mind that I was being lied to. But it’s all here. The only problem was, it was only available to those with sight. I’m sure if I’d been able to take in the comings and goings of everyone, they’d never have maintained this charade as long as they did.

  Under the meeting minutes, I notice a heading titled Likana Distribution Report. What would the head of the Science and Ambassadors need to report about distribution? Immersing myself, I review the minutes, pausing when Vina Likana begins reviewing The Mating Re-emergence Study. Sure enough, every recap she discusses, talks about the progress they’re making to stop the matings.

  When I reach the portion on distribution, they begin talking about how the “units” have been down. There’s been a steady decline in the number of units for over twenty-five annual rotations with the distributors beginning to demand a more consistent delivery process. Everything is spoken of as if it’s a normal, generic commodity until someone finally slips and the word ‘foundling’ is used.

  There’s further discussion of the foundlings being fabricated. What exactly could they be implying? Are they actually creating orphans?

  I’m still puzzling over what they mean when I hear my mother’s voice behind me. “I thought I might find you here, Mihile Sune.”

  Despite the fact that she’s old and frail, I can’t help the guilt and fear that shoots through me. Based on what I’ve found so far, there’s a very good possibility that she’ll do whatever it takes to keep me from sharing what I’ve discovered. With the involvement of every line, there will be pressure from them as well. My life is definitely in danger!