Tempted by Celestial Bodies

Chapter 6

chapter six

When I opened my eyes, the sound of rushing water filled my head. Blinking against subdued sunlight and blue sky, it took a moment to orient myself. Cool air brushed my skin for the first time in what felt like forever after visiting so many warm planets. I was surrounded by forest: tall pines, and birch, and poplars. The familiar sight of Earth’s trees relaxed my shoulders a fraction. A creek gurgled in front of me, only a few meters wide, steam rising from its surface. Up the embankment, a waterfall gushed off a squat ledge, pummeling into the pool below. If I stood beneath it, I knew it would be warm, and filled with enough power to knock me over.

I gasped as recognition flooded me. I know this place . It was a remote waterfall in British Columbia, one I’d trekked to over the course of three days with two other nineteen-year-olds I’d met while backpacking. This was before I’d met Jordan, before I’d settled in the city for good. Before my life got boring.

And one of my fondest memories.

A figure floated, naked, in the center of the deep pool. From the tips of his toes to the thick cords of his hair, skin swirled with the greens of the trees, yellows of the moss, and blues of the sky. His cock lay against his thigh, thick like my arm, and pulsed with the same colors as the rest of him.

I swallowed against the sudden dryness in my throat. “There are still two of you?” Without looking, I knew another Khor Drath stood behind me, though I didn’t know why I knew that. Maybe the heat of him warming my spine, or the way the air moved around both of us, his body protective.

“It appears so.”

I turned at his tone. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, forehead furrowed the same as when I’d first met him at his door, like he processed a thought as deep as his voice. “This is a place you’ve been before?”

I nodded and took in the landscape in front of me. “This is my home world, in a remote, secret hot spring not many are privileged enough to see.” My eyes returned to the naked figure in front of me. “Why are you here? Why are there two of you?”

“This is your dreamscape.”

His voice whispered against me ear, but when I tilted my head to look into his silver-white eyes, he was gone, the wind brushing my spine in his absence.

I spun around, panicked he’d disappeared. No matter where I searched, I couldn’t find the second Khor Drath, the one who’d felt as real as me.

My eyes landed on the version of him floating in the pond. This was my fantasy, and my way off Rojab One. I swallowed, then grabbed the hem of my tank top.

Khor Drath moved suddenly, waves sloshing around his body as he straightened. Water dripped from the cords atop his head, splashing to the surface.

Pausing with my shirt half-way up my torso, my gaze remained captured by his form as he swam toward me. I stayed frozen when his feet hit the bottom of the pond and he stood to his full height. Gaze locked on mine, he walked toward me. Water sluiced down his muscled chest, his hips, his cock, and legs.

Dear lord, why had I imagined his cock so big? He was going to split me in half.

This is only a dream.

Right. My dream pussy could take it.

Pushing my nerves aside, I yanked my shirt over my head. My nipples hardened in the cool air.

Where had my bra gone?

This is a dream. Only a dream.

Why did I keep forgetting that?

Probably because you’re dreaming.

Fantasy Khor Drath stood in front of me, only inches away. Water dripped from his cords and down his arms. I kept my eyes averted from his cock, though the temptation to stare below his waist was a big one.

You can do whatever you want! It’s your dream!

Yeah, but that meant the real Khor Drath would see this! The big guy probably sat at his desk right now and laughed at the size I imagined him. And I was about to take advantage of this dream form. Embarrassment made my heart race all over again.

Dear lord.

Before I could let mortification completely take over, fantasy Khor Drath reached and grabbed my hand. Wet, but warm, skin slid across mine as he tugged me toward the edge of the water.

“Hold on. Hold on.” I pulled away from him. “Don’t want to soak my clothes.” I reached for the button of my cargo pants.

He smirked. In a flash, my pants disappeared. Cool air swirled between my thighs. I glanced down at my naked body. My hiking boots were gone too, the soles of my feet pressing into uneven, damp, stones.

My head whipped up to meet his amused stare. “Did I do that or did you do that?”

And if he did that, why would he have control of my dream?

Instead of answering, he pulled me forward with a gentle tug. The warmth of the water spread across my feet and tickled my ankles. The rocks turned to silty sand, puffs of gray blooming below the surface as I kicked up the soft substance. Warm water lapped at my calves, then knees. All the while, Khor Drath’s eyes swept over my curvy body in appreciation, heating me more than the hot spring ever could.

I chanced a look downward, and the tree trunk between his legs grew larger. My fingers flexed in his, my free hand twitching at my side.

“This is your dream,” he said pulling me closer. “You’re in charge.”

I’m in charge.

With my next step, the water lapped around my thighs. I pressed my hand against his chest, like I’d wanted to do since I first saw him filling his doorway, and stroked over his smooth pectoral muscles. He sucked in a breath as I passed over his forest green nipple.

His reaction filled me with courage. I wanted to make this large, spectacular man feel good, even if it was in a dream. I wanted to watch him come undone.

I pulled my other hand free and caressed over his shoulders. His silver-bright eyes lit up. The strangest sensation swept through me, that this wasn’t the dream Khor Drath I’d seen when first arriving to this scene, that he was the Khor Drath who’d been standing behind me since the beginning of the dream session.

But that wouldn’t make sense. Would it?

I shook the thought from my head and decided that no matter what happened in this dream, I was going to enjoy myself.

Because a better dream means a bigger sale, right?

The money didn’t seem to matter anymore as I petted the big guy in front of me, his skin shifting colors beneath my hands. His body temperature ran hotter than the water and I couldn’t get enough. I skimmed my palms along his ribs, over his abdominals, then up towards his throat.

He stepped further into the pond, and I followed, not wanting to stop touching him. I gasped. The water swirled between my thighs, caressing the edges of my lips in warm laps. He noted my reaction, his eyes narrowing on my face, the intense focus lighting my skin.

“What do you need?” His voice deepened, making my already sensitive pussy quiver.

“I need you to touch me.” The words came out husky and raw.

A low growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating through my fingers to race down my arms. His palms skimmed my hips, pulling me closer. He towered over me despite the way the bottom of the pond sloped gently downward. Our bodies collided and we groaned. Naked Khor Drath felt amazing. Muscles, and heat, and damp skin, and everything I needed in my life. He stroked my arms, my back, then grasped both my ass cheeks in his big palms and pulled me hard against him.

His baseball bat cock swelled, pressing against my curls. I shifted upward a little, letting it slide between my thighs. He groaned. I sighed. God, that felt good. It pressed against me with such insistence. When I widened my stance, a small tilt of my hips rubbed my clit against him at just the right spot.

Back and forth I moved, my eyes glued to his as he let me get myself off.

“I want to kiss you,” he murmured, a plea in his tone.

Dream Khor Drath was so polite. And I was extremely grateful dream Khor Drath knew what kissing was. Not every alien did.

“I want that too.”

His bright eyes beaming down on me, he bent his head.

I met him halfway, impatient, gripping his neck to keep my balance. Our lips smashed together, inelegant for a dream, but hot. So hot. Pleasure coursed through me, making me lightheaded. His lips tasted sweet, like candies from the corner store. The scent of him, a comforting spice I didn’t recognize, surrounded my body. His tongue must be longer than a human’s because it explored the entirety of my mouth like it had a mind of its own. My fingers dug into the flesh of neck, holding on tight as he plundered. My head swam with sensation. I wouldn’t have thought a tongue could be electric, but sparks shot off between us, increasing the pleasure.

Dear lord, how would this tongue feel between my legs?

Like he heard my thought, he lifted his head and smirked down at me.

Then he took over, my feet no longer touching bottom as he pulled be up against him. My legs automatically wrapped around his hips and I pushed up. This was a better angle now, our mouths and tongues gliding over each other’s at equal height.

My open pussy pressed against his abdominals. I tilted my hips up and down, creating more friction, wet on washboard. His cock kicked up against my ass and all I could think about was how much I wanted it inside me—no matter how big it was. My desperate fingers grabbed hold of the thick cords of his head. Khor Drath hissed against my lips, sounding partly in pleasure and partly in pain.

“Harder,” he demanded, right before kissing me again.

I tugged. He groaned. I kept gripping him tight as our kiss increased in temperature, loving the way his tongue took possession of my mouth.

His hand skimmed up from my ass, across my ribs, to my breast, leaving goosebumps in its wake. While his tongue plundered, his fingers kneaded the flesh of my breast, then toyed with my nipple. Electricity zipped through my body, amping up my desire.

A pulse of pleasure rocked my clit. I couldn’t stop jerking my hips. The heat within me grew until there was nothing left except the need to explode. Faster and faster I thrust against him until he stopped playing with my breast, thrust his hand between us, and speared me with two of his thick fingers, his thumb pressing and swirling against my clit.

I detonated with a scream against his lips, the sharp sound echoing off the trees. He swallowed the sounds with his mouth and tongue, licking into me while his fingers and thumb pulled every drop of pleasure from between my legs. I twitched and thrust, movements slowing as I returned to Earth.

A murmur of discontent escaped me when he pulled his fingers from my core. With his one hand gripping my ass tight and holding me against him, his other came between us, wet with my juices. I watched, transfixed, as he licked his digits clean, his amazing tongue not missing a single drop. My pussy clenched on nothing. My heart had started to slow, but sped up again while I stared at the heated look in his silver-white eyes, like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

Dropping his hand, he kissed me again, holding me tight against him. I flexed my thighs and pulled on his cords, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he’d given me.

“I want to take you somewhere,” he said, breaking the kiss to grin down on me.

I swallowed. “I’m pretty sure I’d allow you to take me any time, any place.”

His grin grew, then the forest faded away, and I was nestled in space, in the arms of a nebula.