Faer’s Command: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Science Fiction Alien Romance) (Survival Wars Book 3) (8 page)

            The door's frame flickered with light briefly
akin to a camera's flash going off when the shutter is activated. Faer gestured
for her to open the door again. Confused, but willing to humor them, she tugged
it open, expecting to see their hallway. Instead, she blinked in alarm when her
front lawn, her sidewalk, her planet's clear blue sky, and her neighbor's
abhorrent lawn gnomes all greeted her sight. She heard the birds from the nest
in the tree in her front yard chirping happily, felt the breeze on her face,
and knew that their solution was found before the problem had even presented
itself.

            She quietly clicked the door shut, and Faer
closed the teleporter link, returning the doorway to their hallway once more.
She turned to face them, her cheeks hurting from how wide her smile was.

            “Here,” they handed her a watch looking
apparatus identical to the one on their wrist. “This will allow you to travel
between worlds on command. You are free to come and go as you please. It is my
wish to make my home your home as well.” She laughed giddily and wrapped her
arms around them, squeezing gently.

            “I'm so happy, Faer,” she whispered. She felt
them drape their long arms around her and hug her closer. She could feel their
relief, even without their telepathic connection established, and she snuggled
into their chest deeper. “I want to share my life with you, and I want us to
grow together.”

            “That is my wish as well, Anne Claire,” they
said quietly, pulling back and smiling down at her. She took a breath to
collect herself, and stepped away, deeper into her house, intent on celebrating
their multiple victories for the day.

            “Now that that's all settled...” Anne Claire smiled,
setting her lab coat down on the table with a finality that soothed her to her
bones. She was going to stay in Faer's life. They could have a life together
without either of them needing to sacrifice an inherent part of themselves. It
was an ideal situation that she had genuinely not thought possible, but there
Faer went again, surprising her in the best way possible. “Do you want any tea
or – oh!” The question died on her tongue when gently but firmly took hold of
her by the wrist, redirecting her travel path from the kitchen and course
correcting her so that she was pulled into their arms instead. Their other hand
found its way to the small of her back, gently coaxing her body to press more
tightly into his. She felt her pulse stutter in excitement, and she noticed not
for the first time that their temperature almost perfectly matched hers.

            “Always taking care of me,” Faer mused with a
small smile, their voice husky. “I do not require tea at the moment.” They
pressed a kiss to her forehead. “The only thing I require in this moment is
you, Anne Claire.” Their lips charted a course down her face, kissing the tip
of her nose lightly before coming to a complete stop at her lips, kissing her
more firmly and soundly there.

            It didn't take long for her to feel the tendrils
of Faer's mind lightly stroking the outermost barriers of hers, silently and
softly asking for permission to connect the two of them together again. There
was no hesitation when she opened her mind to theirs, and she welcomed the rush
of warmth and comfort that came with their entrance wholeheartedly. With their
entire beings pressed so fully against one another, she became acutely aware of
how much Faer had wanted to feel her in every way, in so many other ways than
they had previously. It was a feeling that she reciprocated with vigor, her own
mind reaching out and showing them that their feelings were the same as hers.

           
'You are certain?'
Came the hesitant
reply once Faer had completely processed Anne Claire's feelings and wants. Already,
they were feeding off of each other's pleasure, of their mutual feelings and
the things that they liked having done to them, but this was somehow...more.
With their telepathic endeavor last time, the two of them had merely been
sharing fantasies, showing each other what made them feel good. Putting it to
practice was uncharted territory for them, a sector that they had not mapped
out. And yet, neither of them were
afraid
of it, more that they were
afraid of scaring the other off.

           
'I've never been more sure of anything,'
Anne Claire replied. A ridiculous notion, and they both knew it; she had been
just as sure in all of her scientific and medical endeavors leading up to this,
but the sentiment was still appreciated. She had always thought that time seemed
to slow in the mornings in her home, when the sunlight streamed lazily through
her gauzy living room curtains and the warm scent of tea wafted from the
kitchen. Now, though, with Faer curling their hands around her waist and
eliminating the space between them, it felt as though time had ceased to move
altogether.

She hoped it would stay that way.

            Clothing was a boundary that was lazily removed
between them, and even then, it was only in between fervent kisses, light
caresses, and hushed thoughts passed between the two of them, both in whispers
and their shared connection. Anne Claire shrugged her lab coat off of her
person and tossed it off to the side, not really caring where it went as long
as it wasn't in their way anymore. Though she had more layers than they did,
Faer's lab suit was surprisingly more complicated than she had anticipated.
Still, Faer mentally guided her through the steps of working the straps and
buckles until she was sliding the suit free from their shoulders and letting it
pool on the floor.

            Faer stepped out of the suit and slid it across
the wooden panels of her hallway, forgotten before their foot had even stopped
touching the fabric. Their attention was already refocused on tugging the
zipper on the back of her dress down. It was a task easily handled, and it
wasn't but the span of a few breaths later that she felt the soft cotton of her
dress slide past her shoulders and slip past her hips. She blindly kicked it
away in some other direction that she couldn't be bothered to place.

            There was a little more fumbling when it came to
her bra and panties, but it took very little for them to be divested from her
person. Suddenly, there was nothing between them, not space, time, or clothing,
and it was only Faer and Anne Claire, and their heads swam in their pooled
consciousness, relishing in the sensations of each other. For a few moments,
they allowed their kisses to grow more heated, permitted exploratory,
inquisitive touches, and took in the music of each other's quiet moans, but
soon enough, they both agreed that they wanted
more
.

            Anne Claire couldn't be sure who moved first –
with their minds linked, it felt like every movement was both of them moving in
tandem – but soon she was lifted from the ground effortlessly. She gasped when
she felt her bare buttocks being set down on her cool counter top but she
barely had time to register the sensation before Faer was situating themselves
between her parted thighs. They weren't entering her, not yet, but she still
hummed low in her throat when she felt their thick, pulsing erection pressing
against her inner thigh. They weren't pushing insistently, but it was there all
the same, and her mind reeled at the thought of what it would feel like inside
of her.

            “I feel I must warn you, Anne Claire,” Faer
pulled back from their string of kisses, panting and regarding her with dark,
hooded eyes. “Now that I don't feel the same pain that I did before, I have
nothing holding me back. If you feel that you might not be ready for the full
weight of my affections, please tell me now,” they panted. “And I will stop. I
would never pressure you into anything that would make you uncomfortable. This
begins and ends at your command, Anne Claire.” She didn't even have to
contemplate her answer – she hadn't before, and it hadn't changed now that they
were naked.

            “I'm ready...” she licked her lips. “Please,
Faer, show me everything. Share everything with me.”

            “In due time,” they husked, easing themselves to
their knees, pressing open mouthed kisses along her body along the way. “I have
failed to properly thank you for your service to my people, Anne Claire.” Their
gaze flicked up to hers. “And I just happened to stumble upon a particular
fantasy of yours. One that I must investigate and take diligent notes on, with
your permission?” They placed their hands on her thighs to support themselves,
their gaze never wavering from hers. Words seemed to have failed her, so she
nodded and sucked in a breath as they leaned closer to her womanly core.

            Their gorgeous eyes, now glimmering midnight
orbs bore into hers as they took one long stroke of their tongue along her
outer labia. Maybe it was the trick of the morning light streaming through the
windows, but the part of her not melting under their attentions noted that
there seemed to be a light blue flame in their eyes that was positively
blazing, reflecting the carnal hunger that their body was experiencing, that
same carnal hunger that she could feel flooding their connection to the point
that she wasn't sure who was feeling it more between them. And yet, they
relished in taking their time with inquisitive stroked of their tongue, nothing
too deep, nothing that committed to her pleasure just yet, but just enough that
left her wanting more,
so much
more.

            When Faer finally plunged their tongue into her
channel, her back arched of its own volition, and it wasn't long before the
sensations welling up inside of her began making sweet mewls of pleasure tumble
from her lips with every touch. When they pulled back out of her, she knew that
her cheeks were aflame from the passion that had taken her, and she found that
all she could do was watch as their perfectly shaped lips kissed and nipped at
the creamy skin of her inner thighs, deliberately making a point to avoid her
throbbing heat. Moaning in both pleasure and frustration, she managed to find
her voice, hoarse from arousal, and begged them for more. Her body suddenly
felt so desperate to experience the pleasure that only they, her lover, could ever
hope provide.

           
'Faer,'
she pleaded softly through their
connection, her hands reaching out to stroke the sides of their head.
'Faer,
love, please, please let me feel you!'
It sounded like begging even to her,
but she couldn't help it; they had barely begun, and yet she already felt the
beginnings of her orgasm mounting inside of her.

            The deep, throaty chuckling that came through
their connection startled her; Faer hadn't been nearly this playful the last
time that they had engaged in a liaison a mere few days ago. Had they been in
that much pain that their normally playful nature had been held back? She felt
a sense of relief at the thought that they wouldn't have to suffer anymore.
Their chuckling at her display of desperation for release faded, and they
gently brushed the throbbing heat of her clit with their tongue in a quick
swipe, making her thighs quiver in anticipation for when they really began.

           
'Patience, Anne Claire,'
their voice was
so silky, smooth, and deep, and had her captivated by the first word thought
between them.
'I am merely ensuring that this is as pleasurable for the both
of us as possible. Surely, there is no nobler endeavor I could pursue in this
moment?'
She bit down on her lip but quietly agreed to let them have their
fun, knowing that it was only serving to draw out both of their pleasure for as
long as possible.

            Their long, pale blue tongue licked down her
slit, lips wrapping around her bundle of nerves and sucking on the sensitive
flesh hard. She let out a wail, but they didn't dwell on her clit long before
moving down to her channel, already dripping with her quim. They easily
slipping the cool appendage inside of her, letting it brush against her
clenching walls. All the while, their eyes never strayed from her face, taking
in every moan and pant that her gorgeous, kiss swollen lips produced.

            Reaching their hands towards her exposed
nipples, they pinched the pebbled nubs tightly before thrusting their tongue
like a piston inside of her the same way they had made their fingers move in
their shared fantasy a few nights before, eliciting a scream of euphoria out of
her as they toyed with her body and mind's pleasure points mercilessly, and she
could feel their determination to make her orgasm before they had even gained their
own gratification. And yet, Faer was still feeling immense amounts of pleasure,
their mental connection creating a sort of feedback loop that heightened both
of their reactions, and within seconds, they had their wish fulfilled; her
spine arched almost impossibly as her orgasm rolled over her in waves. Her
nectar leaked sluggishly, and they lapped it up as though it were sweet honey.
Pulling their tongue out of her trembling entrance, they ‘tsked’ jokingly
before rising to their feet, gripping her chin with their fingers.

            Anne Claire suddenly found herself being gently
but urgently lifted off of the counter top, Faer's steady hands cupping her
supple rear and holding her against them, enveloped in a strong embrace. She
could feel his warm breath tickling your ear in heavy pants, the soft brush of
their lips on her earlobe.

           
'I would like to continue, if you can,'
Faer thought softly in their connected space.
'However, I would much prefer
that we did so in a more comfortable setting.'
She nodded, her mind still
riding the waves of pleasure that were only just starting to settle even a
little. She could certainly
feel
them moving, and knew somewhere in the
back of her mind that they were going to her bedroom so that they could use her
bed, but all she could focus on in that moment was the feeling of being held so
closely to Faer's heart, to feel it thrumming and know that they felt no pain
anymore. Amidst their pleasure, she could feel the bone deep and undeniable
relief
that they felt at their pain being soothed.
'I certainly hope that you've
had a moment to recover,'
they teased, and she felt herself aching for them
even more intensely than before.

            Their throaty words hung in the air, the
suggestion in them all too clear to her now that she had had a moment to
collect herself. Breathing at a slow, measured pace, she kept her head buried
into the crook of their neck, feeling her heart pounding against her chest and
knowing, through their telepathic connection, that they could feel it, too.
Still, she was ready to keep going, ready to feel every part of Faer, and open
every inch of herself to them in kind. 
'I can handle it,'
she promised
them, and she felt their heart skip a beat.
'I can handle all of it, as much
as you can give me.'
She sighed as they set her down on the bed, enjoying
the softness of her mattress as she laid back.

           
'Are you certain, Anne Claire? You are
positively flush,'
Faer noted as they settled above her on the mattress.
She caught her lip between her teeth as she felt a finger lift her chin. Faer’s
wide eyes, now tinted a deep amber, flickered down to her cheeks, the heady
arousal in their eyes only growing more pronounced as they leaned in.
‘It
would seem, however, that you lose your shyness rather quickly when we are
about to begin,’
they hummed in an almost contemplative manner through
their shared connection, a teasing smile tugging at their lips.

            If Anne Claire's cheeks were on fire before,
then they were positively scorching under his scrutiny. Faer's eyes were
staunchly trained on hers as she squirmed beneath them in an effort to try and
alleviate the pressure that was already rebuilding itself between her thighs.
As her body swayed against the mattress, their keen eyes followed her
movements, not breaking away once. There was something absolutely alluring
about Faer's eyes, something that drew her into their galaxies of ever changing
stars that made her shiver in excitement and anticipation.

            Faer traced a long, slender finger along her
jaw, coaxing a soft, shaky breath from her lungs. A desire that had become as
familiar to her as her own heartbeat over the last few days began to pool in
her stomach and she embraced the feeling, letting it consume her. She leaned
into Faer when they bent their head into the crook of her neck, nuzzling her
head against theirs. When they pulled their head back to regard her, she took
in their countenance. Their eyes had darkened into near onyx voids that
threatened to draw her into their endless abyss, and she nearly let it happen,
had their hands not wandered over her body and begun to stroke her breasts, her
hips, anything that they could reach that they knew wouldn't completely set her
off just yet.

            “Faer,” she said aloud when she felt their
hesitation through their neural link. “It's alright.” She reached up and
lightly cupped their face in the palm of her hand. “I'm ready for this, for all
of it. Go ahead when you're ready.” There was a long moment of stillness
between the two of them, as her eyes latched onto theirs, where Anne Claire was
genuinely not sure that they were comfortable with continuing. She wondered if
she should give them an out, and ease them out of this; she was perfectly fine
with simple kisses and cuddles if that was all that they were comfortable with
at the moment.

            Before she could even fully process that
feeling, Faer's ardor and affection nearly overwhelmed their link as their lips
met in a hard, hungry kiss. Faer’s arms moved under her and around her waist
and held her in a tight grip, the force and depth of their kiss tilting her
head back into her pillow and the sensations from it overwhelming her mind. The
heat from their body seemed to burn through her very skin as their tongue, cool
by contrast, teased hers gently. She clutched at their back to try and ground herself
against the onslaught of Faer's emotions mingling with her own. Just as she was
about to feel as though she were starved of air and sanity in equal measure,
Faer pulled pack, slowly gliding their finger across her puffy lips before
letting it trail lower down her face to stroke her jaw.

            “Ah,” they panted, and it wasn't until that
moment that she realized that they were trembling. “I had not anticipated how
good this would feel now that I don't have anything inhibiting my enjoyment of
our connection...” their chest heaved, and she took to rubbing soothing circles
into their back to still their nerves. “I am...I am uncertain that I can be
gentle this time. If you wish to stop for now, I completely understand.” In
spite of the fact that they were still looking at her with darkened eyes, she
felt the truth of their words in the connection between them: they would stop
everything now and feel content to simply hold her, if that was what she
wanted.