Trian's Spark

by T. Cobbin

  One afternoon when she visited Jim, he was lucid, and Amelia’s anger left her like a heavy weight dropping off a building.

  “Hello, sweetheart. How was school?” When Jim gestured for her to sit beside him, Amelia did and held his hand. Her heart sang with excitement and love. “You hide in your bedroom too much these days. Annie and I miss seeing your pretty face.”

  “I miss you too,” she admitted. Jim spoke to her with such fondness, like he used to do before he became sick, that it brought tears to her eyes.

  “Annie is making tea. Would you stay down and eat with us? A teenager is still allowed to do that, right?” he asked, the wrinkles at the edges of his eyes growing deeper as he smiled.

  “I’ll stay, Jim. What are we having tonight?”

  “Your favorite. Scouse.”

  “With red cabbage of course?” Amelia chuckled. Jim remembered her favorite meal. A tear escaped her eye and slid down her cheek. “I love you, Jim. Thank you so much for giving me a home.”

  Jim lifted a hand and cupped her cheek, wiping away the stray tear. For the last few years she had wanted to tell Jim about Annie, to see if the old man would feel the pain of her loss as she did. But looking into his lucid eyes, she couldn’t do it.

  “Oh, there was no way Annie and I would let the care system grab hold of you. From what we read, most of those teenagers end up in trouble. They get so angry. We didn’t want to see you like that. When we lost Penelope and David, Annie and I had to keep their hope alive that you would grow up to be a happy, successful woman with a job you loved.”

  Hearing her adoptive mother and father’s name ripped away some more of the anger consuming her. They had taken her into their lives, had loved her as their own. And then Jim and Annie had done that too.

  Amelia suddenly felt selfish. She was doing nothing with her life. That wasn’t what these kind-hearted and loving people wanted for her.

  “I will do better. Jim, I promise.” By now tears flowed down her cheeks.

  “Just be happy, sweetheart. That’s all we want—for you to be happy.”

  Amelia nodded.

  She stayed with Jim for another lucid hour, until the light dimmed from his eyes and he disappeared into the black hole of Alzheimer’s.

  As promised, Amelia buckled down, she went to college, found a job, and worked her way through university. Jim died a year before she became a qualified midwife.

  “Why do you cry?” Trian’s sexy voice lifted the veil of memories. She stared into her alien man’s eyes.

  “Because you make me feel wanted and loved. And I haven’t felt that way in a while.”

  His mouth moved as if to say something else. But a rush of heat that made her toes curl along with a wave of dizziness swarmed through her body. Her clit thrummed, and her pussy clenched around nothing.

  “Oh God,” she gasped, clasping hold of Trian. Her panties grew even more damp with her slick juices.

  “Let me ease your heat, me unum.”

  “There will be no other woman, right?” Amelia asked, thinking of her rotten ex.

  Chapter 12

  A deep frown of discontent appeared between Trian’s eyes. “There would never be another but you, Amelia. You are my spark. My true mate. Our lives will be intertwined. I will strive for as long as we live to make sure you see only the beauty.”

  Amelia sighed. Letting go of Trian’s hand, she again wrapped her arms around his neck and clasped her lips over his. Maybe having a fine specimen of alien hunk that wouldn’t cheat on her or leave her for a neighbor was a good thing.

  “You can’t promise that, Trian. But I know you will try.” Amelia’s thoughts quickly changed to their ages. “Hey, I know you live longer than us humans, and I also learned that once we’re mated your energy will be the thing that helps me join you in your lifespan, but just how old are you?”

  A couple of days ago she and Hover had spent the entire day discussing each other’s cultures. He was shocked to learn that humans had what he called short lives, just as she was awed by their extended lives. She couldn’t believe it when Hover informed her he was three hundred and seventy-four yarns. He didn’t look a day over thirty years old. He had seen copious amounts of different things as they traveled, and she’d wanted to cram in as much as she could. In the end, as she grew tired, he promised he would give her a chrono screen with a great deal of data he’d picked up from his travels on it. She was still in the process of reading it. Hover had even added details about his world too. It was a good thing their translation devices also worked on the written word.

  “Would informing you of my age deter you from becoming my mate?” Trian asked with a worried look.

  Amelia chuckled. “No.” She cupped his handsome face and pressed a light kiss on his lips. “I’m just intrigued.”

  “I am over four centuries.”

  “Four, huh?” she asked, blanking her features.

  Good God! What had her captain seen in all those years? She briefly wondered how many women he’d slept with in his time, but she pushed the thought away as quickly as it had come. She didn’t want to know. Just the idea of Trian being with another woman sent a rush of jealousy through her system. She had felt lonely at times and she was only twenty-nine. Trian had many more yarns/years to feel lonely. But that would change now that he had her. And he would have her. Yes, she didn’t know him that well, but they would have years hopefully to adjust that.

  “Do you still wish to mate me, Amelia? Does my age bother—”

  She interrupted Trian by wrapping her arms around his neck tightly and kissing him. When he didn’t respond she licked along his lips and ground her pussy against his hard groin. He opened, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as she did into his. One of his arms banded around her waist, while his other hand cupped the back of her head. She felt his fingers entwine in her hair. His hand controlled her head while his tongue rolled against hers, and she could feel the tiny tremor against hers when he groaned. Heat rushed through her body again.

  “I need something.” Desperation had her wanting to either come or his cock in her pussy. No, not either—both. She needed both and now.

  She pulled her mouth away from his and unwound her arms from around his neck. She ran her hands over his uniform, looking for a seam to undo it, to take it off.

  “Open it, take it off,” she demanded. “I want to see your body. I want to lick it all over.”

  He didn’t move; it was as if he were frozen and she were moving faster than the speed of light.

  “Please,” she begged as yet another wave of heat rushed through her.

  Trian removed his hand from her hair and placed it just under his right armpit. She watched his fingers pull at a hidden seam. With a tug, his uniform parted, and she began seeing his bare skin. Glorious tanned skin, with muscles in abundance. Her mouth dropped open and watered when he pulled one arm free of his uniform, and then the other.

  “Oh my God. You are beautiful,” she uttered.

  Amelia ran her hands over his warm skin. She could feel the hardness of his muscles beneath her fingers. He was glorious. She glanced up into his eyes. She knew he had the color purple in them, but the swirls were spinning so fast, his eyes looked virtually black.

  Trian fingered her hair. “I love this color on you. Our females wouldn’t think about doing such a thing as to dye their hair. Will you continue once we’re mated?”

  “Yes, if you can get the dye. Your body is stunning. Will it always be like this? I mean, when you get older, will your hair grow gray like our human hair?”

  “No gray. What you see is what you will always get. We do not change with age. Do you like it?”

  “Oh my,” Amelia gasped. “I love it.”

  Another rush of heat consumed Amelia’s body, making her gasp again. Her breasts felt so heavy with arousal the gown was causing her nipples to become painful. She struggled to remove her gown, but with her butter fingers and eagerness, she couldn’t seem to get the blasted dre
ss off.

  “Help me get this thing off please,” she requested.

  In a flash her gown drifted down to her waist and Trian’s mouth was sucking like a babe on one of her aching breasts. Amelia fingered Trian’s hair, moaning at the delicious feeling he was sending throughout her body.

  He laved and sucked at her right breast before moving on to the left, leaving a wet trail. Amelia bucked her hips, feeling empty against his groin. She could feel his hardness—his rather large hardness—underneath her. She ran her fingers over his naked chest and back, marveling at his warmth. The Gracians didn’t have blood that circulated their body like humans, they were pure energy, and yet Trian, as well as the other males, all had tanned skin.

  She was finding it hard to concentrate as the urgency to have Trian fill her lady parts became more and more extreme. She pulled back from his attention to her breasts and moved to pull the rest of his uniform off. Climbing off his lap, she sat on the bed and began tugging at the material. Trian obliged, lifting his hips.

  More glorious skin was revealed with firm muscles rippling underneath. As she pulled his uniform over his legs, his hard cock sprang up and bounced on his stomach. Oh my God. He was huge. His phallus seemed very much like that of a human male other than the head, which was bigger...much bigger. She bent over and licked a bead of pre-cum off the tip of Trian’s cock. A deep, guttural groan left his throat.

  He moved swiftly, and she felt herself lifted and then lowered so she was again straddling his lap. His hands around her waist held her up, her groin just above his.

  “No more waiting, spark. Place me where I’m needed and allow me to enter your body.” His voice was lower, hoarser. “I will make love to you for the rest of our lives, but this first time I’m afraid will be hard and fast. I need you.”

  She felt pleasure just hearing how much he needed her. As another rush of heat streamed through her body, making her breasts, clit, and pussy tingle, she reached down between them and clasped his cock. Placing it at her entrance, she lowered her hips as he bucked up. Long groans came from both of them as he slid inside her. The head of his cock slid along her walls, touching every single nerve along the way. His arms wrapped around her waist as hers banded around his neck. Her nose ground against his neck, and she breathed him in.

  Trian filled Amelia completely, her butt resting against his thighs. Amelia held still as her body adjusted to Trian’s length and girth. He owned her. His cock branded her insides. She knew in that instant no other man would ever take his place. Her captain had ruined her for anyone else. Not that she was the slightest bit bothered about that fact. Her pussy rippled as another rush of heat thrummed through her.

  Trian lifted his hand and his fingers connected with the tiny lump under the skin at the nape of Amelia’s neck. She sensed a small buzz there before she felt as if her body streamed into a life of its own. She felt like she’d drunk several espressos all at once, leaving her bounding with energy. Her vagina clenched hard around Trian’s shaft. Her nipples peaked and pressed harder into his chest. She moaned at the sudden intensity, like she could run the world.

  Trian groaned and raised her off his body slightly as if she weighed nothing. The slide of his penis as he withdrew from inside her had her feeling a sense of loss. It only lasted a fraction of a minute before yet again he filled her to the brink. She ground and rocked her hips. He suckled, and she nibbled on the skin near the base of his neck. Their movements sped up before Amelia found herself staring up into her handsome captain’s face when he rolled them over, still buried deep inside. Her gaze took in his thick eyebrows, his swirling-tornado eyes, his plush lips raised in a smile.

  “I see that look. I’m going to make sure I see...” He withdrew from her body, only to thrust back in hard and fast, making her gasp at the delicious feeling he caused. “...that all the time.”

  He rolled his hips as he did it again and again until he hit just the right spot that had her crying out in delight, then he started a driving pattern. In and out. Amelia met him thrust for thrust. She panted hard, her heartbeat pounding in her chest. She licked and tasted the salt from his skin as her fingernails scraped along his back. She dug her feet into his butt, urging him to move faster and harder.

  Trian lowered his head. Amelia raised hers a touch, and their mouths met. Their tongues rolled along each other’s. Amelia wondered if the growing feeling in her chest was love for Trian, or simply lust. His moves quickened, his cock sliding against her sensitive walls, growing, filling that deep place inside her. His hand caressed her back as it slid up toward the nape of her neck. She had an inclination of what was to come, knew it was at the moment they came that he would expel his energy inside her through their iungos.

  Amelia didn’t have time to ask if the transfer would hurt before Trian thrust one final time and growled out her name. Amelia came as she had never come before. She could feel his warm semen fill her channel, but also the undeniable abundance of energy that thrummed through her from her neck where Trian was feeding her his energy. She came again and again, her pussy clenching tightly around his thick shaft. She had no idea the transference of energy would make her feel like this. It was like a bolt of super-charged caffeine. Her orgasm went on and on.

  “Too much.” She groaned as her vision darkened around the edges and her pussy kept contracting around Trian’s hard shaft until it was almost painful. She gasped in a breath and felt the energy Trian was feeding her begin to abate. Her exes had nothing on this man. He was god incarnate.

  “Are you okay?” Trian’s face was filled with worry as he glanced down at her.

  “Yes,” she replied tiredly as her body began to relax. “Nobody has ever…” She inhaled. “Never…” She exhaled. “Ever made me feel like that before,” she panted out, finally able to breathe a little easier as her heartbeat and breathing settled down.

  “And there will be nobody but me.” He growled possessively.

  “Nobody but you.” Amelia smiled back at her alien captain.

  He rolled over so she lay on her side. She lay her head on his chest and closed her eyes. Gradually, her breathing slowed to normal and her tiredness from her extreme workout won out. She didn’t even realize she’d fallen asleep until a wave of heat and arousal woke her up. She was lying on her back and Trian was sucking on the sensitive nub between her legs.

  “Again? How long have I slept?” she asked in fascination. She stared down her body and saw Trian’s swirling eyes gazing back up at her. Amusement shined in them.

  “Too long,” he replied.

  Amelia’s eyebrows rose. The last time she’d had sex twice in one night was her second year in college.

  Trian stabbed his tongue deep within her sex and received a long, throaty groan from her. She watched his lips raise at the edges, and he did it again and again. What a way to wake up.

  Chapter 13

  The taste of his mate’s sweet honey ran over Trian’s taste buds. It was a flavor he could become addicted to. Amelia groaned and wriggled under the hand he’d placed on her lower stomach to keep her still.

  “PleaaseeTriann,” she begged, her words slurring into each other.

  Trian placed his middle finger over the top of her clit and sent a shiver of his energy down it. Amelia’s back bowed. He chuckled at her curse word before she called out his name. He watched in fascination as her cheeks flushed as she orgasmed. From what he knew, their women’s cheeks didn’t do that. But then, he’d never had sex with a Gracian woman.

  “Oh my God,” Amelia panted out, laying before him limp with a smirk on her face.

  He continued to lap up her juices when she suddenly clenched her thighs tightly shut around his head and groaned. Her serene features creased into one of pain. Did a female’s heat hurt them? He very nearly called Hover to ask. He climbed up the bed, placing his arms either side of his mate’s shoulders, and looked down at her in concern.

  Amelia suddenly sat up, nearly head-butting him, and pushed him back so he w
as lying across the bottom of their bed. She quickly straddled his hips and placed his rock-hard shaft at her entrance. He growled-groaned as he felt himself slide slowly inside her slickened channel. His hands grasped onto each side of her waist, and he bucked up until he was fully seated inside her.

  “So tight.” He groaned.

  “So full,” she countered.

  Together, they united and joined until they were both spent.

  Trian watched his spark sleep again. This time he allowed her to sleep a little longer than before. He had read Hover’s report on the human sparks. Whereas their own females didn’t need to sleep much, these human female mates did. They still needed the same amount of sleep they did before they were mated, even though they received energy from their males.

  His spark was fantastic. He watched her sleep for only a few yens before he couldn’t bare not being inside her any longer. It was as if she was inviting him in her sleep. She’d rolled over onto her back and the sheet covering her slipped down, revealing her pale-colored mounds along with perky nipples that puckered in the bedroom air.

  He cupped the breast nearest him and brushed a finger over the stiff bud. He marveled at the thought that if he and his spark were to spawn life between them—something Hover confirmed could happen—that the infant might drink from the pale mound he was holding. Trian found the idea fascinating. He had noticed the human women’s breasts... it was hard to miss them. He had no idea why, but he suddenly felt the urge to apologize to his spark for gazing at the chests of the other women in her group.

  Bending lower, he covered Amelia’s nipple with his mouth, carefully caressing it with his tongue before moving on to the other. Slowly, he moved down her sleeping body, feeling her arouse slightly from her sleep. As he licked down her body, he wanted his mate writhing underneath him, begging him to take her. He desperately wanted to pound his cock inside her, to prove to himself that these last few months of not being able to get an erection was because he didn’t have her. He was rock-hard now, he needed to show himself and his mate that the loneliness would never greet him again.