Tempted by Celestial Bodies

6

She tastes like the rich salt of ancestral seas, like the tang of an alien spring, like rich air he’s never breathed.

She tastes like home.

Her ecstasy washes over him, a rising tide. She keens and moans, music marked by breathy little gasps, variations of the song that called him across the empty darkness to her small, bright world.

He laps hungrily at her, finding his new center of gravity in the small bundle of nerves at the top of her slit, where her pleasure builds, wave upon wave. Her body trembles beneath him, her legs shaking around him. She opens like a flower, frilled lips slick with her arousal.

Exploring her, he runs his tongue lower, drawn to her entrance by her heady, coaxing scent. Here is where he wants to sink himself deep inside her, give her all he has. Instead, he works her gently open with a tendril, the slender, deft appendage finding the most sensitive spot within her. Rhythmic pressure draws a desperate, wanton noise from her throat, and then, in broken syllables, the name he gave her to call him by.

“Cassiel…”

The sound is too sweet. He wants to hear it again. With gently increasing pressure, he plunges deeper inside, redoubles his attention at her clitoral bud, and spreads her open with his fingers, seeking more access, more sensation, more breathless noises as his own intoxication grows. Drunk on her juices, achingly hard, he can barely maintain control over the surging instinct that demands he follow through on his imperative. He could take her, rut her, breed her here and now.

He shudders at the thought of filling her, spilling his seed within her until her belly swells with the promise of new life, new worlds, potential energy .

But he made her a promise.

Instead, he brings her to her peak again and again, thrusting his fingers inside as he explores further. The press of another tendril against her lower hole raises the pitch of her frenzied cries to gratifying new heights. She instantly yields to his invasion there, her muscles fluttering as they clutch and spasm around him. “ God ,”

she whimpers, “yes, please fill me. I want you inside me. Everywhere.”

He pushes deeper into her tight warmth, fingers working her cunt in rhythm as he suckles her swollen clit. Her words dissolve into inarticulate screams, her limbs shaking as she comes apart, and he loses himself in her climax. Every part of him shudders now, not just the one atop her. The colony trembles as the power of her pleasure flows through it, moves it, drives it toward its inevitable end.

She pulls him back to himself, fingers clawing at his shoulders in a bid to draw him upward, to cover her further. It takes a few of her seconds for him to process her breathless, panting words.

“I want your cock,”

she says. “Let me see you. Feel you.”

In a moment of weakness, he lets her guide his position over her, his member straining against the fabric of the tight-fitting clothing he wore for her. Her heat sears through him as she wraps her legs around him. Belatedly, he realizes he has released the restraints at her ankles.

“Fuck me, Cassiel. I mean it this time.”

It would be so easy to drive himself into her, lock their bodies together, claim her and seal their fates. It takes every ounce of free will to hold himself back.

“What is it?”

A strange look crosses her face. The small hands that grasped his shoulders now stroke over his skin, come up to cup his face with a tenderness that almost breaks him. “If your equipment is…you know, different…I don’t care. I swear. I told you, if we’re going to do this, we should do it. I don’t want to go home without knowing what it’s like to fuck…”

She stops, biting her lip.

“What?”

he grates out, from the edge of his control. “An alien? A monster? Say it. ”

“ You.”

He can’t help it. He drops his head into the curve of her shoulder, breathing in the wild scent of her, his life’s elixir, the overwhelming cocktail of pheromones screaming at him that she’s ready, willing, and wanting. That she literally asked for it.

But she doesn’t know what she’s asking for. She’s not asking for eternity, to be taken away from everything she’s ever known, to become his goddess, his purpose, his world. She only wants to try this body out before she leaves him in the dark forever.

“I can’t,”

he whispers. “ We can’t. Please, don’t ask it of me.”

“Why not? You said you wanted to mate.”

Her legs tighten around his waist, and the heat at her center scalds him and soaks through to the cock she’s begging for.

“ No .”

The effort in that single word almost breaks him. Dimly, he can hear the uproar of the colony mind. The rest of him doesn’t understand what he’s waiting for. “Trust me on this. You don’t want this. You just think you do. Don’t ask me again.”

He’s out of synchrony, at cross-purposes with himself. As an individual, this body was made with a singular purpose: to love her, to protect her with his very life. He knows what this life will hold for her. Even if letting her go means the colony’s end, or another few millennia floating senseless in the dark, he can’t claim her like that.

But he won’t have the will to hold back any longer if she begs him for it.

“I don’t understand.”

He pulls away from her. His chest aches, and the lungs designed to breathe her atmosphere seem determined to malfunction. This body isn’t him, not really. If she saw the rest of him, she wouldn’t look so bereft and so eager all at once.

“There would be no going back,”

he says. “You’d be mine, if I entered you like that. Neither of us would have a choice, then.”

Not a meaningful one, at least. His lost love had chosen certain death over eternity with him. She’d taken a part of him with her into the void when she went.

“You don’t want me.”

Her voice comes out small, and pain tightens in her face.

“Kat. No. Every part of me wants to make you mine. But it would…change you. Change both of us. It would bind us, permanently.”

“Oh.”

She goes still, silent, wide eyes searching his. “Then…”

“I will not do this,”

he says softly. “I promised to take you home. But I am more than happy to have you in other ways. I’ll give you as many orgasms as your body can take, until we’re back within your planet’s orbit, safe and sound.”

Her expression shifts. She nods, but mischief sparks in her eyes, and her mouth curves slightly as she says, “I said I wanted you everywhere. It seems like you have more than enough ways to be inside me. I didn’t say what had to go where.”

“What…?”

“Come here,”

she says, and then when he still doesn’t move, she scoots down lower on the bed. She tugs at his waistband, pulling it down his hips until his cock springs free, hard and throbbing, pre-ejaculate beading at its head. “How much of that dream of mine did you see, Cassiel? What do you remember?”

His voice almost doesn’t come, and when it does, it’s a rough rasp, nearly a growl. “All of it,”

he says. “Kaitlyn, I remember everything .”

It wasn’t him , in the dream she means, not exactly. Hormones and electrical stimulation stimulated her brain to create a fantasy that justified her unconscious arousal. But the information he gleaned from it gave him plenty to work with. He never thought that she would remember it, much less like this, her pupils wide and dark with unbridled lust as she drinks in the sight of him bare before her.

“Fuck my mouth like that,”

she says. “Let me taste you. Please? That wouldn’t be the same as you…”

Her breath catches and her small pink tongue sweeps across her lips. She swallows hard. “ Mating with me, in the way you said before.”

She’s perfect. She’s everything he could want, even if he can’t have her, not like that. But she’s giving him this.

A groan rises in his chest as he looks down at her, spread out on the mattress for him. Eyes heavy-lidded, she opens her mouth and tips her head back, tongue curling up with anticipatory eagerness.

He can’t resist the invitation. When he drives his cock between her lips, her choked moan makes his hips jerk forward further. Carefully, he thrusts further into the wet warmth. His girth stretches her little mouth open farther than he imagined possible, and he pulls back before he pushes her gag reflex too far.

“Please,”

she says, when he withdraws, her lips still brushing him. “I can take it. Let me try, at least.”

“I can…make adjustments, if you’d like me to suppress that reflex.”

It’s an easy enough biochemical fix, at least temporarily.

Eyes wide, she nods again, and he pushes deep once more, experimenting with minute hormonal changes in the fluids she’s so greedily suckling from him. Returning his tendrils to her pussy, he makes another involuntary, guttural sound when he finds her soaking with even more moisture than before. He works into her everywhere, just like she asked for, strumming her clit, invading her holes, and she cries out around his cock, helpless and impaled on him.

Three ways he can have her, and she surrenders all of them to him.

Her climax cuts through him with a sharp sweetness close to agony. He roars, spending himself in her, coating the back of her throat with his seed. Her throat squeezes him, vise-tight, as she swallows, and he almost comes a second time, his cock over-sensitized and throbbing, buried in her.

He wants more. He wants everything. But this will have to be enough.

He takes her again, rides her mercilessly from peak to gasping peak, and with everything she gives him, he carries her home.