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Knowing that I cannot is almost enough to try to rouse her to keep her here with me, but I do not. Instead I close my eyes and attempt to sleep as she does. It is a restless attempt for my xora still needs and so does this burning sensation in my chest. I cannot shake it.
And then in the darkness of our cabin, her pleased lips whisper, “Thank you, Xoran.”
My whole body jerks. I gently bite the side of her throat, lapping at the salty skin I find there. Between soft touches, I whisper, “Miari, xun ka’ana nek mahfeh.” What am I saying? These are not the words of Raku.Nox, they are the words of Xoran.
I lace my legs with hers and hold one of her chest mounds in my palm. She sighs softly in the darkness and I am frightened in a way that cannot destroy me for I am already destroyed.
I remember Miari’s words. She thinks I will tire of her. Nox. Because as I hold her to my chest with my half-hard cock still bathing in her exquisite heat and the Xanaxana purring lowly and contentedly in my breast, it is with the knowing that I will never,neverlet her go.
She already means too much to me.
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Miari
I thanked him.What in comets was I thinking?I thanked himtwice. I thanked him and his name is Xoran. And I hate Xoran. Don’t I? Xoran showed me that everything I thought I knew about being mated was wrong. Xoran showed me the best lunar of my life.
And then Xoran left.
He’d clung to me like dirt to a rooted tree as I slept and it had felt…it feltgood. Natural. Safe. I felt, swaddled in the swath of his arms, that there wasn’t a thing in the world that could hurt me. And with his…withit…still sheathed inside of me, titillating my most sensitive of senses, I’d felt connected to him like…like light to a star.
It made it not so bad that I had traded what some women on my planet, like Svera, protect until marriage — so long as they are able to get married before their time in the Hunt.
Stars, it made it feel less like a trade than like…oh universe…likehe’dgiven something tome.And even though I know I shouldn’t want it again, I can’t help that I do. And that when I’d felt the drag of his softened male part as he lifted out of me in the dark, ithurtin a way that had nothing at all to do with the soreness he left behind between my thighs.
In sleep, I’d thought maybe he was just going to the bathroom to relieve himself, but that was a half span ago and now I’m jolted awake by the sound of the ship lurching —docking— and wondering what’s going on and if he’s coming back. Was it truly so awful? Did he not…did he not feel the same thing I did?
Ignoring the thought, I roll up to sitting, my head spinning slightly as I shift ungainly onto my knees. My inner thighs quiver a little bit, and when I command the lights on, I see in stark clarity the wreckage of what happened last night across the sheets in vibrant blues and pinks.Is my orgasm pink?I giggle a little at the thought, feeling a strange flush as my gaze tracks the purple splotches where the blues and pinks meet.
Quickly, I slide off of the bed and plant my feet on the floor, needing to be away from it. Because even just the sight of it brings back memories of last night and how much I’d enjoyed the way he yielded so quickly to my kiss, and then mastered it, taking kisses from me that I was only too willing to offer.
I feel insane. Like a madwoman. It just happened so quickly. The explosion inside of me the minute my kiss turned intous kissing.It stripped my breath and whatever sense I had right away.I want more.Needmore. But what if he didn’t like it?
This is bad, I think to myself as I waddle into the wash room. The lights come on automatically but it takes me some poking and prodding on the control panel outside of the tube of water until I get it to work.
I wonder if it’s fusion ion that powers it, or if they use the same solar technology we do in the colony. Something more advanced? I wonder the same thing about the sensors that power the automatic doorways, and if they react to heat, like the shower does, motion or moisture.
Because the bathroom door opens and closes as soon as I step up to it, but no matter how I approach the door leading out of the bedroom, it remains fixed shut. Not to be breached by yours truly. All of the drawers against the walls are locked too, even the one I know has only clothes in it.
“Hmph. What did he expect? Me to fashion a noose out of his tunic and hang myself?”
I chuckle, but in the hollow room, the sound is a little depressing.Maybe that’s exactly what he thought.Maybe he didn’t think I liked it because he didn’t like it.He said it wouldn’t impact our agreement, but I know nothing about his kind except for their treachery. Why would he stay true to his word?
I shudder, sit down on the edge of the bed, careful to keep my back turned to the splotches of color on the sheets because they smell too much like betrayal, and wait.
And wait.
And wait…
…
Stars be damned, and him too if he didn’t like it.The ship has been docked for a while. So, by the time my hair is almost fully dry and my stomach begins to gurgle unhappily, I decide to do something.
The panels hiding the controls for the outer door aren’t going to budge without tools to pry them open, but the thermal detector in the water tube is almost fully exposed. This, I can work with.
Sometime later, I’ve managed to get one end of a copper wire threaded through a thermal ignition, and connected to an energy source harvested from the wash room’s thermal sensor.
Scooting the whole kit to the door, I position the copper wire just above the battery, then I glance over my shoulder at the closed bathroom door. It takes to seven seconds for the wire to drop, and it takes one second for the bathroom door to open and shut, giving me six seconds to make it over there.
