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“I can fit in just about anywhere. I am adaptable. I’ve never trulybelongedsomewhere. I would always be an outsider here, and that doesn’t fit with who you are. Who you’re going to be,” I explain.
“I still have time to change your mind,” he says and pulls the sheets up and snuggles deeper into me.
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Elowen
“Elowen, wake up.” I’m groggy and absolutely not ready to wake up. “Time to get up, Elowen,” he says again in a singsong voice.
Aro rubs my back and speaks softly close to my ear. I growl my irritation and refuse to open my eyes. Lying flat on my stomach I blindly search for the sheets to pull over my head to hide. I could sleep for a month.
“Let me sleep.”
Aro works his thumbs in a deep massage on my back, loosening all the knots.
“I take that back. Don’t stop,” I tell him. I hear the sheets rustle and feel the mattress shift when he gets up. “Where are you going?” I whine. Aro laughs when he returns to the bedroom.
Oil drips up and down my back, and his hand rubs in gentle circles across my skin. The oil he’s using makes me slippery, assisting him with easing my sore muscles. He kneads my neck and shoulders until they're soft and relaxed. He moves down to the center of my back and the hard press of his fingers around my spine feels like heaven. I am suddenly very aware of my nakedness as he moves lower down my body.
The sheet has slipped down to my waist and Aro stops at the covering, rubbing across my lower back. His fingertips barely dip beneath the sheets and graze the top of my ass. With each pass he goes a little bit lower until he is rubbing my entire backside. He pulls down the sheet and rubs the backs of my thighs. He stops occasionally to dripmore oil onto my skin and works it all over. He rubs circles all the way down each leg and then back up.
When he gets back to my ass he takes his time there. I shudder when he lightly strokes down the center of my ass and moves to the front of my body from there. He moves away from the center of me and goes back to rubbing all over. After a few more passes, his slippery fingers drag back toward the front of my body, his fingers reaching for my clit and his thumb resting between my cheeks. I can’t hold still anymore and my body responds to him by lifting my hips to meet his touch.
My movement gives him access to go deeper into me. He pushes two fingers inside of me and then pulls them back out spreading my wetness. I flip over so I’m lying on my back and facing him now.
“Good morning,” Aro says. I reply with a long hum in the back of my throat.
Aro drips oil down my chest and stomach. His hand moves from between my legs. He uses both hands to rub my collar bones and works his way down like he did on my back. He gets to my breasts and rubs them softly at first. His grip gets harder as my body reacts with slow rolls up and down toward him. He softens his touch again as he goes over my belly briefly before going back between my legs.
Every part of me glistens with oil. I hold onto his forearm and arch into his touch. He’s worked all the tightness out of my body and it feels good to writhe against him.
Aro's fingers expertly move in and out of me while his thumb slides across my clit. He draws a whimper out of me with each pass. I reach over and grab his hard cock, moving my hand tightly up and down. Each time I reach the top of his dick, I palm the head and then slide back down all the way to the base with slow tight movements.
Aro breaks free from my touch, flips me over, and drags me back toward him. My knees dig into the edge of the bed. He takes my hips in his hands and brings me back onto his cock. He is so hard, but I am ready. He pushes all the way in against my soft core. He roughly snaps his hips and pulls out. I shift back searching for him and he enters me again. I audibly draw in a lungful of air. Aro reaches forward and grabs a shoulder with one hand, keeping his other on my hip, and proceeds tofuck me. I grab one of my nipples and tug roughly before moving down to where we are connected.
"I'm not pulling out this time," he says punctuating each word with a brutal stroke. "Don't stop," I beg, rubbing fingers along the sides of my clit. "I need..."
"Take it. It's yours." His words finish what my fingers couldn't, and I shatter apart, seeing stars.
Aro is seconds behind and when he releases inside me, every last pulse shakes my existence. He drops down, draping my back with his body. His breath coming fast in my ear. "I'm... when I'm... we're all given the shot when we enlist." He struggles to find the words. I hope it's because I have transformed him in the same way.
I already knew the males were all on contraceptives, but it's so sweet that he needed to confirm it. I kiss his cheek next to mine.
"I know."
* * *
“And over that way is the pt’Clanik ocean. There’s a muradome out there with a team from Earth doing marine life studies. And past the ocean is h’Nalor.” Aro points out in the distance toward the setting suns. We are the only ones on the enormous roof. He enticed me up here with the promise of another breathtaking view.
It feels like we are in a city park. The roof is covered in grass and brimming with life. It’s easy to forget how far we are from the ground. The bright colors in the sky darken as the suns sink down below the horizon. After looking at the dome ceiling for months, the j’Tilak sky is much more inspiring. The high hydrogen atmosphere creates the most incredible sky. The gas scatters the light similarly to Earth’s, but the magnetic fields here create vivid auroras of greens, blues, and purples across the sky. A large bright red moon is visible during the day, unlike the other two that only come out at night. It’s close enough to see the deep, cratered surface.
“What’s h’Nalor like?” I ask, trying my best to get the pronunciation right.
“It’s mostly rainforest. The horniest plants live there,” Aro says with an amused smile, waiting for a reaction.
“Don’t fault my flowers for having a strong survival instinct.”
“Hm, you might be right. I have some pretty strong instincts about what to do with you right now.” He lowers his head towards me, like a predator going in for the kill. I’ve never been a more willing prey.
