Faer’s Command: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Science Fiction Alien Romance) (Survival Wars Book 3) (10 page)

            As they held her against their form, she
automatically linked her arms around their neck as her legs came up and wrapped
around their narrow hips. Faer shifted, spinning on one knee and pressing her
against the bed again. She went boneless, save for her arms staying around
their neck, and they easily settled back between her legs. Their mouths met
once more, and there was a strange finality to it that Anne Claire couldn't
place. Their tongues twisted around each other’s in urgency as their lips
collided  again and again. There was a fervent, frustrated quality to Faer's
kisses,  as though they were trying to expend all the emotions bottled inside
their head and fill hers with them. The notion was strange – they could share
their thoughts through the link – but it didn't take much searching for her to
see that they were trying to sort through their own feelings, one at a time,
and she sympathized with having a torrent of feelings to work through, good or
bad. So she let them sort themselves out before they went any further.

            She could tell when Faer was ready, because the
vague tense of turmoil that tinged their connection calmed, and only want and
need were left, passed between the two of them. Their lopsided grin was
infectious, and she couldn't help but let out a giddy giggle at the delight
that the day had brought.

            “I think that there has been quite enough
stalling, Anne Claire,” they said with an emphatic press of their hips against
hers. She felt their erection, thick, pulsing, and cool against her thigh. She
licked her lips, eager to feel them inside of her physically in addition to their
connection. “I find it absolutely imperative that I express to you just how
much I adore you.”

            “Faer,” she breathed in what little space there
was between them. Their lips reached her breasts and they kissed them tenderly,
licking her pebbled nipples, teasing them until she all but sang their name.
Faer's hands groped at her waist slightly massaging her hips to soothe her
before moving downwards toward her quivering, sweat slicked thighs. She idly
wondered how much of that was actually sweat, and how much of that simply
dripped from her core throughout their little session.

            “Were I not so eager to feel you, I might make a
comment about how lewd your thoughts are,” Faer teased with a breathless
chuckle. Anne Claire wanted to cover her face in mortification, but knew from
their shared connection that they were hardly in any position to talk. “It is
as you think – my thoughts are hardly any better than yours,” another light
chuckle. “I fear my eagerness might leave us both a bit bruised, but I suspect that
you will not mind one bit.” They softly licked at the shell of her ear before
lightly nibbling at her earlobe, drawing a low, guttural moan from her lips.
“All the same, I would greatly appreciate if you could please tell me if it
becomes too much for you.” Without warning, the head of their cock slid over
her clit and rubbed against it, lubricating it thoroughly. “I cannot ascertain
the results of our experiment accurately if you are not honest, after all.”
Satisfied that their cock was thoroughly lubricated, they plunged their slicked
shaft deeply inside of her in one steady thrust of their hips.

            The width of their cock stretched her in such a
delicious way – it wasn't enough to ever morph into pain, but it was just
enough that she felt as though she were completely filled by them. Faer hummed,
pleased when they could only feel pleasure from her, and she reveled in feeling
both the physical pleasure of being filled, and the telepathically shared
pleasure of
filling
, and her mind grappled with the wondrous
impossibility of the sensation. Tears filled her eyes in spite of everything,
and although everything that she was feeling was absolutely
wonderful
,
it still felt like a rising tide that was swallowing her whole.

            Faer stilled in their movements, cool lips
kissing away her tears as she felt them trying to soothe her in their shared
mental space. She sucked in air and did her best to ease her hammering heart.
After a few precious and much needed seconds to collect herself, she nodded at
them to continue. They happily obliged, pressing a kiss to her forehead as
their hips began to move again. This time, she had mentally braced for the
looping pleasure that was cycling between them, and welcomed the tide as it
washed over her.

            Their hips rocked in a steady but firm pace,
their hands gripping her hips to steady themselves against the continually
increasing pace they set. Their cooler body temperature made for such a strange
combination of hot and cold – her body felt like it was the fire being quenched
by Faer's ice, and as their bodies mingled, she let the sensations of hot and
cool take turns on her body. The end result was a strangely wondrous sense of
flux, like she was floating in a body of water with a temperature that shifted
with the current.

            Anne Claire's first peak nearly snuck up on her
for how quickly she had reached it under their relentless attention. She was so
caught off guard that she only nearly managed to not dig her nails into Faer's
back as her spine arched in pleasure. She knew that she was crying out in
ecstasy only because she sensed Faer's borderline smug pride at it as she
started to come down from her high.

            As soon as her elation wound down to quiet
whimpering, they shifted her hips to a different angle and began their thrusts
once more. She knew, deep down, that she shouldn't have been astonished that
she could feel the beginnings of a second orgasm building up again inside of
her already, but it still caught her off guard. Though, she only needed to look
into their connection to understand what they were doing: they were edging
themselves, drawing out the experience and maximizing how much the both of them
could get out of it.

The realization still didn't stop her from cumming a second
time.

            Their thrusts slowed once she had gathered her
wits back up again, but each one drove their hard length deep inside her core,
sending wave after wave of sensation rippling through her core. She felt like
she was throbbing, her heat the welded metal that was being quenched by Faer's
cool body. Flailing, she clung to them when their thrusts began to stutter in
their rhythm. They regarded her quietly, and she could feel the thoughts
whirring in their head: they were close. The thought delighted her as much as
it disappointed her.

            “I hope that three will be sufficient for now,”
Faer said with soft determination as their hips began to drive into her a
little faster, a little harder than before. Their body, now freed from their
horrific illness, was more durable and didn't wear down so easily, she could
tell from their shared link. So when their breaths became even more ragged and
their fingertips dug into the flesh on her hips, she knew it was not fatigue
that they were feeling. She could feel her third orgasm building itself back up
inside of her, and all she felt past that was the need for its release.
“Together?” They rasped as the two of them hit their stride, their bodies
pulsing in nearly perfect synchronization.

            “Yes, yes, yes,” she managed to wheeze out in
time with her breaths. Their thrusts became erratic and they moaned out her
name into your sensitive ears. Her clenching and writhing proved to be both of
their final undoing, as it sent the both of them careening into their orgasms.
Her core felt hot and numb all at once as they filled her with their thick
seed, gripping her hips even tighter, nearly to the point of bruising as they
continued to pulse inside of her until they finally had nothing more to give
before collapsing into a boneless heap beside her on the bed.

            For what seemed like an eternity, neither of
them could speak and instead simply lied there, gulping in sweet air and
letting the chill of the room cool their bodies, but even if they had managed
to muster the strength to say anything, words would have fallen short in that
moment, and they both knew it. They would have paled in comparison to the way
the two of them were holding each other, to the way they softly stroked each
other's faces, hair, sides, and the quiet between the two of them was too profound.

            Even as Faer slid their steadily softening
erection out of her, Anne Claire could still feel their telepathic connection,
still feel the both of them gently easing one another out of their highs and
grounding them once more. Even as they simply continued to lie there, relishing
in the quiet, neither of them had even dared to share a conscious thought for
fear of shattering the comfortable silence that had taken over the space. Their
touches and light caresses were soft, and even the hushed
shhh
of their
fingers splaying across one another's skin only seemed to amplify the
companionable quiet between the two of them.

            After what felt like an eternity, Anne Claire
felt Faer ease out of their telepathic link, and though she still felt vaguely
empty when they were completely out of her, she found that she couldn't wallow
in her melancholy when she pressed herself against Faer's cool side. She felt
them drape an arm around she shoulders and pull herself impossibly closer, and
relished in the way that she could feel their heartbeats syncing in time with
one another.

            At some point during their lovemaking, the rain
had started to lazily pelt against the windows of her house. She slightly
frowned, vaguely trying to recall whether or not this was connected to her home
back on Earth, or if this was her first rainfall on Faer's home planet. Either
way, she let its tempo further lull her into a comfortable rest. She was far
too awake, far to alert to fall asleep, but she simply closed her eyes and
just...felt.

            She felt Faer at her slid, letting their
breathing slow, she felt the softness of her sheets against her naked form, and
she felt the air, comfortably cool, settling against her skin. And in that
moment, her worry began to niggle in the back of her mind. Did they do this too
soon after they administered the cure to Faer? Was there going to be some
horrific backlash for it? Guilt ate at her; as a doctor, it was her job to put
the health of her patient before all else, and what did she do? Jumped their bones
before it had even been an hour since they were cured.

Worst intergalactic doctor
ever
.

            Though their breathing was no longer ragged and
they were still too tired to speak, Faer seemed to sense the change in their
partner. Rolling onto their side to fully face her, they pressed a soft kiss to
the corner of her mouth, a soft, lazy smile gracing their face. Their eyes, now
a liquid amber, were so soft and filled with so much adoration that she felt
herself melting against him.

            “You worry far too much, Anne Claire.” Was all
they said before the room lapsed into silence once more. When she recoiled out
of shyness, they reached out to pull her closer to them, and she felt them
nuzzle her hair as they held her tenderly against their chest once more, and the
beat of their heart filled her ears again, loud and comforting. She shifted
just enough to look up at them. Everything was silent except for their gentle
breathing and the soft rain outside for just a little while longer. Neither of
them made any move to untangle themselves from each other. She felt her heart
swelling with unsaid emotions, an admission that she had still kept to herself,
locked away in her heart, and before she could stop herself, she felt the words
spilling from her lips.

            “I love you,” she whispered softly against their
chilled skin. She felt their soft chuckle before she heard it, their chest
bouncing with each soft chortle.

            “Not as much as I do, Anne Claire.” Their tone
was so earnest, and when she looked up at them, their now azure eyes so serious
that she hadn't even realized when her had drifted towards theirs until they
closed the scant distance, pressing their lips to hers once more. It was a soft
but deep kiss, and once they pulled away, Faer nuzzled her hair again and drew her
in even closer. “Now let us both rest up a bit, and I will show you the stars
of my galaxy.”

            “Really?” She asked around a yawn.

            “Of course,” they promised as they wrapped one
of her blankets around them. “I do, after all, have an observatory to show off
to you.” They shared a chuckle before settling back down into the covers. And
as Anne Claire drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but feel as though she
had finally, finally found happiness.

The End

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