Tempted by Celestial Bodies

Chapter 4

chapter four

leo

I have experienced sex in many different forms throughout my existence, but nothing has prepared me for the tidal wave of blinding want that My Goddess’s firm, four-limbed body elicits. I am desperate for her.

Her interrogation leaves me with more questions than answers. Is it possible this beautiful creature is not, in fact, my Divine Sindaria? Faint warnings flit through me, but they’re almost immediately silenced by my new body’s lust for her. If she’s not the embodiment of the Goddess of Carnal Desires, I don’t know what she is. I have never hungered for another so much, so instantaneously.

“This is crazy,” Anya murmurs, her lips a whisper away from mine. The throatiness of her voice is a rough scrape of desire in my ears, and I find myself dreaming of all the peculiar sounds she might make with that lush mouth.

My Anya, will you let me touch you? Taste you? Will you open your mind to me so I may learn how these bodies are best used?

I’m trying to be patient, but even the fabric of her clothing feels delicious against my skin and some strange new instinct has me pressing my body against hers.

“Open my mind to you? What do you mean?” she asks. Her hands are tentative on the skin of my abdomen—she seems particularly interested in the flat ridges of my stomach.

Show me in your mind how humans find pleasure with each other.

Her strange round pupils are blown wide, nearly swallowing the blue of her eyes. She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and worries it with her small, blunt teeth, and finally nods in agreement. This time, when I stroke my consciousness against hers, she relaxes into me and a flood of images, words, sounds, and sensations cascades over my mind. I grasp onto fragments of her memories, desperate to understand how to make her feel good. One image returns again and again.

I weave my fingers through her silky hair again and pull her face to mine. Tilting my head slightly, I brush my lips against hers. A pleasant sensation, but I’m confused as to its meaning.

My face must show my dismay, because Anya chuckles.

“Kiss,” she says. “It’s a kiss. Of course you don’t understand kissing—jellyfish don’t have lips.”

Her lips move gently against mine again and her small, pink tongue slips out to lick at the seam of my lips. Startled, I open my mouth, and she uses the opportunity to lean in, stroking my tongue with hers. The feeling is slick and wet and electrifies my nerves. Suddenly, I’m ravenous for this kiss. I return the movement, and Anya makes a soft mewl of pleasure, then wraps her hands around my neck. Yes. I understand this now.

I lift her small human body from the floor to keep our mouths together, because after learning the movements of lips and tongue and teeth, I find I would rather endure great pain than cease this kissing. Anya rocks against me, and my engorged “dick”—as she called it—rubs against her. The feeling lights a fire of sexual hunger that I know will not be slaked any time soon.

“God, your cock feels incredible against me,” she mumbles against my lips. “How bad would it be for me to have sex with a hot alien I met an hour ago?”

I want to explore her body, so I let one of my hands slide back down beneath her clothes. The scent of her need perfumes her skin, a heady mixture of pheromones and her body priming itself for mine.

Not bad. Good. It would be very, very good, My Anya. Do you want this, Sweet Goddess? Do you want me to plunge my hard cock into your wet heat? Or would you allow me to lick your dripping cunt until your body shudders with release first?

“For your first day in a human-like body, you’ve learned pretty quickly,” she says with a grin.

You showed me all I need to know, My Anya. Your body will tell me the rest.

“You aren’t trying to get me pregnant with a bunch of alien babies, are you? You’re not going to lay eggs in my chest or anything, right?” she asks, suddenly concerned, but not concerned enough to cease rocking against my groin.

No, Devastating One. I chuckle. Oseuthans do not lay eggs, and we do not make young during the ritual, unless you decide it should be so. I would be honored to sire your divine offspring, if you so choose, but that is not the point of this ritual.

My reassurance relaxes her slightly, but I still sense there is something weighing on My Goddess’s mind.

May I take you to a comfortable place while you decide what you want, My Anya?

She considers the question, and I’m delighted when her cheeks darken to a deep pink.

What does this signify? Can human bodies change colors?

I pulse my photophores in response and she brushes her fingertips across the glowing spots on my skin. My soft blue light dims to a deep, vivid purple and when she gasps in delight, my cock twitches at the noise. I wish to wring such a sound from her lips.

“Kind of,” she says. “Actually, yeah, maybe I need to take a minute to think. I know somewhere we can go.”

She takes my hand and leads me out to the main corridor. “Come with me. Tell me more about your planet—your brethren, as you call them.”

Truly, Fierce One, there is not much to tell. We live simple, spare lives on Oseuth. We want for little, but we need little. We venture forth on holy pilgrimages every now and then, but those who never find a holy aspect return to the seas of Oseuth and must wait for another opportunity to seek their tribute.

Sadness blooms in me momentarily.

Though we’re linked in mind, it’s a solitary life. I’ve lost count of the pilgrimages I’ve made—lost track of my purpose more times that I can count, lost count of the worlds I’ve explored and the failures I’ve acquired. But that’s behind me now, My Goddess, now that I’ve found you.

Anya winces slightly and casts a pitying look my way. “I’m not your goddess, Leo. I told you before—I’m just a human. I wish you’d believe me.”

Again, this refusal. I am beginning to take her words as truth and not a test of faith from Sindaria. I do not understand the vehemence of my feelings for her—this lust which exists unparallelled in my intimate memories. If she is not Sindaria, then she must be a gift from the Goddess of Carnal Pleasures, for My Anya is most certainly divine in origin.

So you say. Well, if that is the case, I’d much rather hear about how you ended up in this desolate metal cocoon orbiting a planet you claim you did not destroy. Why are you here alone?

Anya sighs. “Promise you won’t think I’m a pathetic excuse for a human?”

Shock pauses my footsteps through the claustrophobic metal corridor, and I turn to her in confusion.

I do not understand. You are the force that guides my existence. You are perfection and destruction given form. How could you be anything but divine?

She clears her throat and flicks her gaze to mine.

“I’m from the last generation born on that planet. I come from a long line of engineers: my mom, my grandfather, my great-grandfather. After my parents passed away, I left to join the Federation, thinking it would bring me to the stars. I’ve always felt this pull to the stars, but I suppose watching your home world shrivel and die will do that to anyone. You just long for something better because you know it’s got to be out there, right?”

Her eyes begin to make water, which confuses me at first, but now that I can sense her emotions more clearly, I understand this to be a human expression of sadness. It’s beautiful, really, that her lovely blue eyes produce the element that sustains life on my planet. The longing she speaks of plucks at my heart in kinship. I wish to tell her that I know this feeling, that my entire existence is predicated upon it. The endless search for a fearsome divinity who always seems to elude my tentacles; it has carved out a hollow in my insides. I do not feel this emptiness with my little human. Perhaps that is what led me to her moon in the first place. And perhaps that is why I cannot summon the familiar feelings of disappointment at the realization that Anya is not , in fact, Sindaria, but she might be the divine being I have scoured universes to find.

She wipes the moisture from her eyes and shakes her head, offering me a sad little smile that elicits a fluttering sensation in my organs. I am nearly overcome with the urge to fight something and present her with its corpse, but she has forbidden me from doing so. I will find other ways to honor her, then.

“Anyway, I spent a lot of my time working on the colony ships, and then this post opened. I came to lead the preliminary crew to start work on the station, to turn it into a luxury resort,” Anya says, twisting her long ice-colored hair back into a knot on top of her head. Her vibrations are frenzied, but it’s not from the surge of lust we shared earlier. It’s as if she is anxious to say these things to me.

You answered a call to the stars. Why?

“Why did I come?” she repeats for clarification. Then, like the first rays of sunlight breaking through a sky of platinum clouds, she smiles. She’s stopped walking now and we stand in front of a large chamber. “Here, I’ll show you.”

Pressing her hand to a panel, the wall slides open, and she pulls me inside the room. She gestures expansively and her pulse flutters with pride and happiness.

“The post gives me the chance to lead more crews on bigger, longer missions. Plus, the prelim crew gets their pick of the luxe cabins here,” she says. “I chose this one. It’s the furthest away from Earth, and you can only see it for a few hours in the day when I’m usually out working. I hate looking at it.” She shudders. “Every time I do, it just reminds me how we all failed.”

I admire the room that brings My Anya such satisfaction. The walls, ceiling, and floor appear to be made of a smooth, white stone, polished until it gleams. The window faces the Void Between Things and the infinite stars beyond. Along one wall lies a raised platform, decked in plush pillows and blankets. Anya presses something on the wall, and soft golden orange light filters in, giving the impression of a soothing summer sunset.

You have chosen well, my Anya. This is indeed a comfortable, luxurious place. How clever you are to have secured such a home for yourself.

“Thanks, Leo,” she says, looking out the window. “It’s nice to be able to brag about it a little. I’ve been a little sad not to be able to share it with someone.”

As I come to stand next to her, the loneliness in her ocean eyes pierces my singular heart with another barb of empathy. All this time, I must wonder if it is Sindaria I’ve been searching for or if it’s this odd little human. No one in all the universes feels as perfectly matched to me as this miraculous creature. I have lusted after others, but never have I wished to protect, to serve, to give up my brethren and priesthood…to stay. I want to take away her pain, her loneliness, her self doubt. She may not be Sindaria, but she is every inch a goddess I was made to worship.

I am honored you are sharing this with me. It is a gift I will treasure for the rest of my life.

Anya smiles again as we stare out into the Void Between Things, watching the stars. After a moment, her fingers interlace with mine—a curious, charming gesture.

“I’m sorry you crossed universes and didn’t find Sindaria. I hate to think of your wasted effort, starting your ritual for a silly human on a space station. You should be off exploring other galaxies, where you can find your goddess,” Anya says, sadness tainting her words.

Perhaps I have not found Sindaria, but I have found My Goddess.

I can bear her sadness no longer, and I pull her into my arms for another of her strange, wonderful kisses. She melts into my embrace like the last ice floes of spring and in less than a heartbeat, my desire surges with the force of a tidal wave.

Anya slides her hands around my neck and hops up to wrap her legs around my waist again, and I walk her back towards the cushioned platform along the wall.

“Yes, Leo, the bed—take me to the bed,” she says against my lips.

Are you certain you truly want this to happen, Anya? I would die before I sparked your regret. But know that if you say yes, I will bring you such pleasure, you will be forever changed.

She’s already tugging her garments up over her head as I drop her on the soft surface.

“Someone sounds a little full of himself,” she chuckles, leaning back against the pillows.

I’m momentarily stunned by the sight of her breasts and soft, round abdomen. Nothing has ever been so beautiful to me.

The rest of your garments—may I remove them?

Anya nods and I kneel between her legs to gently pull them down her legs. When I discard them and focus back on her, I am in awe. Her flushed skin is smooth all over, except for a small triangle of light curls covering her sex. Her dusky pink nipples are peaked on the tips of her luscious, round breasts, and I am overcome with the need to taste her all over. As I crawl forward to her, I can’t help but tremble in anticipation. I feel like a fledgling Oseuthan, unloved and untried. She will be my rebirth.

I brush tentative fingertips up her legs, and the feel of her skin is better than I imagined. I rub my cheek against the inside of her thigh, reveling in the warm, heady scent of her arousal. It’s the most exquisite perfume and my mouth waters at the thought of how she will taste on my tongue.

Experimentally, I lick the skin of her glorious, rounded hip and my eyes almost roll back into my head. Truly divine.

Anya moans softly and runs her fingers through my hair as I nuzzle my way up her body. I alternate kisses, licks, and gentle, claiming nips from my teeth and catalog the way she squirms and whimpers and pants beneath my touch.

If I had another millennium of life, it would not be enough to memorize every expression, every twitch of muscle, every ferocious uptake of breath when My Goddess’s pleasure begins to build. Returning to her mouth, I take her lips and tongue again in a greedy kiss. I want to devour her. Fierce possessiveness burns through my veins like venom, and I fight an onslaught of hunger that is so powerful, it makes my blue green photophores flicker crimson.

Anya notices and pauses.

“Leo? Is everything all rright? What was that?” she rasps, her voice thick with passion.

I need to calm myself—to gather my thoughts. I inhale at the junction of her neck and shoulder, then trail kisses down her chest to score my teeth against the pebbled tip of her nipple. She gasps and bucks against me. I draw it into my mouth, lathing my tongue across it and sucking harder when Anya’s moans take on a keening pitch.

Inspired, I knead her other breast with my palm and summon some of my dormant tentacles’ stinging cells to my fingertips. As Anya writhes beneath me, I unleash a sharp sting upon her oversensitive nipple—not enough to damage her perfect breasts, but enough to send her a jolt of pleasure-goading pain. She arches up against me with a shriek.

“Holy fuck! What was that?” she cries. “God, Leo, that was amazing—do it again.”

This time, I send some of the cells to the tip of my tongue where it swirls around her nipple. Again, the sharp shock of pain elicits a beautiful, shrill scream from her throat, and I scent a renewed flood of arousal between her legs.

Your body is so responsive to pleasure and pain. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s like you were made to be worshipped in this way by me. Is this good for you, My Goddess? Do you want me to continue?

“I’m halfway to coming and you haven’t even touched my pussy yet,” Anya says. “If you stop now, I will vaporize you in the plasma heaters.”

I chuckle at her lascivious violence.

Perhaps there is something of the Goddess of Death and Carnal Pleasures in you, after all. Now, lie back and spread those legs for me, Fierce One, so that I may feast upon that divine cunt.

Anya mutters many coarse words to herself, but does as I ask. She spreads her legs too slowly to match the ferocity of my hunger, though, and I eagerly wrench her thighs apart. The sight of her human sex—soft, pink, and dripping with arousal for me—is too much to bear. My righteous priest’s control snaps in an instant, and I dive forward to lay my unworthy mouth upon her.

With the first swipe of my tongue, all my thoughts stutter to a stop. She tastes of the sea. Warm, saline, faintly sweet…My Anya tastes so much like home, it’s all I can do not to sink inside her and live there forever.

Her moan brings me back to myself, and I pull her down toward me so I can explore her slick folds more thoroughly. I eagerly lap at the wetness coating her flesh, then flick my tongue against the small bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. As soon as I do, Anya moans encouragement, then holds my head more firmly.

Ah, so this is where you want my attention…

“It’s so good—feels so good, please keep going. Keep licking my clit,” she groans. “More.”

I take some time experimenting with my touch, swirling tight circles, alternating with wide sweeps, then almost losing myself entirely when I thrust my tongue up into her hot channel. Each action whips her into a frenzy, and I sense she’s building toward her climax. Her pleasure has my nerves crackling and muscles tensing in my desperation to claim her.

“Leo,” she chokes out on a whine. “I’m so close, please, I need more. I need…”

I know what you need, Anya. I know what your sweet cunt needs and I’m going to give it to you. Your pleasure is my greatest work—it is yours, and it is mine. Do you understand, Beloved One?

I slide one finger inside her and there is a faint roar of ocean waves in my ears. My mind is close to short circuiting from the utter perfection of her slippery sex. Anya tries to grind against my mouth and hand, and I press her back down on the bed.

No, My Goddess. This is mine for now. Yes?

“Yes,” she says with a shudder.

With another chuckle, I slide a second finger inside her, pumping them in time with her pulse. She still writhes, clearly needing more, so I twist my fingers in her and curl them against a spongy spot on her inner walls where I sense the electricity sparking just beneath the surface. Again, she bows up off the bed and I must push her back down again.

Mine , I remind her.

She’s close now, and my need to experience her release is all-consuming. Again, I summon the stinging cells to the tip of my tongue, and I time one final, punishing thrust of my fingers with the electric lick of pain against her clit, and she shatters beneath me. Her tight core clenches around my fingers and her panting breaths cease for a beat as I feel pleasure roll over her in successive waves. Finally, all the tension leaves My Goddess, and her limbs fall to her sides on a satisfied groan.

“Oh my god—that was the best oral sex I’ve ever had in my life,” Anya says, languidly reaching for me. “Will you come up here and hold me for a bit?”

My own sexual need claws at me, but I turn away from it in the face of her sweet request.

It would be my honor, My Anya.

The barest trace of disappointment at not finding Sindaria evaporates with Anya’s sweet sigh of satisfaction, and I know I will give up everything to stay with her always. I cannot feel sadness or despair over the realization. As I crawl up to wrap my new limbs around my little human goddess, I cannot feel anything but complete and utter contentment.