Faer’s Command: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Science Fiction Alien Romance) (Survival Wars Book 3) (9 page)

But that wasn't going to be enough for her. Not tonight.

            Anne Claire let out a quiet breath, one so soft
that it could barely be heard even in the quiet of the room. She could feel,
both in the latent energy crackling in their fingertips and in their shared
connection, that they were making concerted efforts to hold back, to not scare
her off. It was the same feeling that the both of them shared the first time
they dabbled into this whole endeavor.
'If you can, if you want to, I want
all of you, all that you can give,'
she soothed through their link.

            Though the quiet both in their shared connection
and in the room was far from unsettling, Anne Claire found herself squirming as
she waited for Faer's response. Her eyes searched theirs for some sort of
answer, for a reaction of some description, she couldn't help but notice how
the tension, the strain of holding back in their eyes, in their entire being,
began to gradually melt. Those eyes of theirs seemed to shift after a few
moments, as if Faer had decided something, and before she could fully process
what they were feeling through their link, she watched as their eyes took on a
garnet color, and their ardor and excitement spiked to dizzying heights.

           
'You...'
she heard him chuckle in a near
admonishing tone as a hand on the small of her back tugged gently up, arching
her back and positioning her carefully. She gasped at the mental image Faer
sent her, at the way that they wanted to take her and make them both climb to
the highest peaks of pleasure together. She flushed and squirmed in their hold,
eager for it all to continue.

            “Ah, Faer-!” She choked on her words when they
returned their finger to her clitoris, prodding and swirling around it as
thought they had done it for a thousand years.

           
'You have no idea what you said, do you?'
Faer twisted their wrist in such a way that she saw stars. They suddenly pulled
their finger out before she could let her orgasm build again. Whatever
frustration she could have felt at the loss dissolved at the way that they were
positioning themselves, readying for the main event to begin.
'Even with
this link of ours, you have no idea the effect that you have on me, do you?'
She tried to answer that yes, she could feel everything, that she was more than
ready for everything that they wanted to do, but her mind was still reeling from
the anticipation and sensations that came with it all.

            Faer’s hold around her, the way that they held
her in place allowed for very little room to squirm. She dug her nails into
their narrow thighs lightly, just hard enough to make them hiss. She couldn't
help sucking in a breath as their lips came to rest on her neck, pressing open
mouthed kisses to the soft flesh there.

           
'Oh, God, Faer,'
Anne Claire felt some
small, distant part of him applaud her for not even consciously using their
link to express herself, but most of them, of the both of them, was focused on
the sensations they were drawing out of each other. Their teeth nipped lightly
at the skin of her neck, working their way down to her collarbone.

           
'Shh, shh,'
they soothed, their tongue
running along the skin irritated by their love bites.
'We will get there, we
will do this right, I promise you. I want this to be as good as possible, Anne
Claire.'
She wriggled around in their hold, but they only tightened their
grip on her to keep her in place, one arm around her middle, the other holding
the back of her head in place. Their kisses were tinged with a wildness, a
reckless abandon that left her heart pounding against her ribcage. In an effort
to find a part of their lithe form to hold onto, her hands groped blindly
around his back until they settled on the back of their shoulder and hip, but
her finding a comfortable place to grip them only seemed to drive them further
into their ministrations.

            Faer held Anne Claire's cheek and angled her head
in just the right way most optimal for kissing her, keeping it firmly in place
as their lips took hers hungrily, tongue slipping in between her parted lips
and chasing hers. She couldn't help but feel as though she were in a daze, so
awash in want and passion by the force of their affections that she found
herself at a loss as to what to do. She felt her arms flop uselessly on the
bed, her entire body seeming to go limp under their attentions.

            Faer was the first to pull away from their
kisses with a loud
pop
and a panted breath. Anne Claire felt her chest
heave as she breathed out shakily. She felt like her entire body was scorched,
but she was slowly learning how to walk amongst the flames, steadily gripping
onto a shred of her mental faculties. With a deep inhale that felt more sure
than before, she stared up at Faer as they regarded her with eyes that were
near bottomless in their desire.

           
'I sincerely hope that I have not made you
uncomfortable,'
they sent through their link in a whisper as they swiped
their lips. Though their gaze was intense, it was not intimidating, a fact that
comforted her immensely.
'If you need to stop, you need only say so.'
Swallowing
around the dryness in her throat, she regarded them with soft eyes. Throughout
their entire encounter, from start to finish, Faer had never once made her feel
uncomfortable, and had always made a point to make her feel safe and
comfortable. She trusted them more than she trusted some people that she had
known for years.

She was ready for this.

           
'I don't need to stop, Faer,'
she shook
her head.
'I'm ready for this. I'm ready for us.'
Their gaze flickered
brightly for a nanosecond, a flash of gold amidst the darkness, before a slow
smile took over their features.
'I want to take in all of you, I want to
feel every part of you in me,'
Their hands came to rest on her hips,
dangerously light in their touch. She could feel, through their connection, how
much they were holding back, and she could only project her anticipation for it
all.

            “You wish to, 'take in all of me,' do you?” They
chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I hope you know that I intend to
take that quite literally.” She snorted.

            “I sincerely hope you do.” Her frankness
surprised them, she could feel, but they recovered smoothly.

            The two of them stared at each other in a
punctuated silence, even though it had only lasted for a heartbeat, just long
enough to work through their last hesitations, it felt like it stretched for an
hour. Then in the turn of a second, the atmosphere shifted again, and suddenly
the both of them were moving in frenzied, near blind motions, eager to touch
anywhere, everywhere on each other.

            “Show me,” she panted, her hands stroking along
their arms. “Show me what you want me to do to you,” she implored them, her
voice coming out hushed and low. Faer leaned in, brushing their lips against
hers.

           
‘Give me your warmth,'
came the soft
response in their link.
'I crave it. I need it.'
She blinked owlishly at
them as heat blossomed anew on her cheeks. Holding her gaze steadily, Faer
nudged her legs wider apart with a knee, pressing themselves more fully against
her without entering her just yet. They pulled her in hard and impossibly
closer, her breasts crushed against their chest. Their hold was so tight, so
achingly tight, but it never made her feel pain. Although she found that
couldn’t move, she had no desire to, as it was only now that she realized that
she was experiencing Faer's strength for the very first time – or at the very
least, a bit of it; their spindly arms hid a quiet, dense strength that tingled
under their skin, and she relished in feeling a part of it.

            A rush of desire and respect flooded her, and
Faer could feel it through their link, if their sudden swell of pride was any
indication. Still, she let herself revel in his strength, revel in the
differences between the two of them. As she felt herself relaxing in their
hold, she felt a part of them ease, as if some of their tension about the whole
situation bled out of them a bit. Though the kisses they pressed to her lips
were still intense, still held an immense amount of passion, their tongue
caressed hers so reverently, so softly, that her head began to spin. Their
shared breaths grew loud and ragged, as if their tongues couldn’t explore each
other's mouths deeply enough, as if they couldn't get enough of one another.

           
‘I can’t…’
  Even in their mental
connection, Faer's voice seemed strained, as if they were trying to reach for
something more.
'I can't get enough of you, Anne Claire...'
Their hands
slid up her back and rounded to the front of her torso to cup her breast in
their large hand. She arched her back at the light touch, hands reaching out
and grabbing at their shoulders for support.

            With one hand squeezing a breast, Faer set their
tongue to work licking around the areola of the other, sometimes dropping
kisses on the soft flesh of the mound as they went. They inched closer to her
pebbled nipple, almost teasingly slow. In frustration, she shifted, pressing
the tip of it against their mouth. With one heated, fleeting look between the
two of them, their lips encased your nipple and sucked hard, teeth grazing the
sensitive nub. Pleasure passed between the two of them through the link, and
she felt her body tremble under his attentions.

            “Faer…” she panted. “I’m…I can’t stand…” She
struggled with the words as their shared pleasure mounted. It was the same as
before; the pleasure created a feedback loop that made her head spin in a
pleasant haze. Even without her words, their connection gave away what she was
trying to articulate, and they understood what she wanted. They slowly,
deliberately, agonizingly slowly, pulled their mouth away with the faintest of
smirks playing on their lips. Gripping her hips, they bent down again to lick
the space between her breasts, leaving a wet trail all the way up her neck to
the shell of her ear.

           
‘My, how sweet,’
they murmured through
the link, pressing open mouthed kisses to her neck.

           
‘Faer…please…’
The neediness was
painfully clear in her voice, even through their shared link. Rather than a
verbal or telepathic response, they simply slipped a finger inside of her.
‘Faer…!’
A second finger was added, and a shaky moan nearly escaped her lips but was
swallowed in another heated kiss. They did as they pleased with their fingers
for a few moments, they curled, they stroked, they pressed against her walls
before they began to thrust.

            She moaned into the kiss again, her core
throbbing at the small build up of friction their fingers were creating. As she
began to unconsciously grind her hips against their ministrations, Faer pulled
the rest of their body away just far enough to watch her hips moving against
their fingers, their breath growing ragged as her movements grew needier and wanting.
She could have sword that she heard her name being moaned, but whether that was
through their link or just a breathy whisper between their bodies, she couldn't
entirely say for certain, and in that moment, she didn't care.

            Even accounting for the fact that Anne Claire
felt as though her body was on fire, she felt her core's temperature turn
scorching at the way that Faer's eyes trailed after the movements of her hips,
at the way the burn of their desire darkened their otherwise Alexandrite eyes;
she watched as their color wildly shifted, their expression in constant flux
between desire, awe, and relief. Without warning, without easing out of the
experience, they suddenly pulled their fingers out. She choked on her whimper
as she watched them casually observing their fingers, taking in how slicked
with her own quim that they were.

            “When you showed me how much you liked this
before, I tried to imagine what it would taste like on my tongue,” they ran
their slicked fingers along her lips, leaving them glistening with her own
fluid. “I did not have sufficient data to create a viable conclusion. I had a
hypothesis, of course, but I can think of no better way to put it to the test
than this,” they murmured before leaning in to slowly lick it all off, as if savoring
it. She felt the coolness of their tongue running back and forth, again and
again and her mind soon clouded over from their touch.

           
‘Faer…’
  she panted out their name in her
mind. They pulled back and studied her face, lazily licking away the last
remnants of her fluid off their lips.

           
‘Hmm…?’
Their large almond eyes narrowed
ever so slightly as they read her feelings, her wants, the faintest flick of
surprise flashing in them when they realized what thought raced in her mind. In
the haze of their shared pleasure, she couldn't help but think that, of the two
of them, Faer had been the only one to be able to conduct this experiment, the
only one to have their scientifically kinky and inquisitive mind finding their
answer.

She wanted to taste them, too.

            Wordlessly, Faer slipped onto the soft bed
beside her, their large hand drifting from her shoulder and trialing down her
body before slipping across to theirs and coming to a rest on their hip. She
could feel the nervousness and sudden spike of shyness through their
connection, and it made all of this feel infinitely more real to her; Faer was
no sex god that had descended upon her and washed her away with their wiles –
they were just as excited and scared at all of this as she was. The reminder helped
her collect a bit of her sanity.

           
‘This?’
  they asked quietly, their voice
strained even in their shared connection. She gave a slight nod of her head
before leaning in to meet their lips briefly, softly. As she shifted to allow
for her to take them in her mouth, she could feel the heat from their gaze warm
her slowly cooling body as she knelt on the bed in front of them, her hands
sliding down the backs of their narrow thighs and taking surprised note of the
hardened muscle under their opalescent skin.

            Through their nervous excitement, Faer was doing
their best to show her what to do, but in addition to the cliff notes they were
trying to give her, Anne Claire found that it was largely equal parts
information from the rest of the Hakimme species and her own instinct that was
easing her into the experience. There was a desire in her to make them feel the
same things that she did, to ensure that they felt as good as they made her
feel.

            Her fingers fluttered over their equivalent to a
cock, which was already so hard and only seemed to grow harder under her
inquisitive touch. The room was so quiet, so still, that the silence seemed to
roar in her ears in that moment. Though she was a touch distracted by the
pulsing orange veins that held a faint glow against the thin skin around it,
she noted that Faer's cock was thick and long, but not to the point that it
would hurt her. Technically, that shouldn't surprise her; he adapted to her
needs in a very real and very physical way. It was strange how clinically she
could study Faer's erection, developed solely for her, for their coupling, and
how even that still stimulated her and made her want to get it inside of her as
quickly as possible.

Still, it was important to make them feel good, too.

            She was acutely aware of the way that her heart
thudded against her ribcage as she delicately wrapped a hand around their cock
to experimentally pump it once. She felt more than heard their sharp intake of
breath, and watched from the corner of her eyes as their spindly fingers
gripped at her blankets in an effort to ground them. Emboldened by the
reaction, she leaned in and lightly touched the swollen tip with her tongue.

            As she  ran her tongue around the engorged head
of their bio luminescent cock, feeling it hum under her tongue, tasting it, she
stole a glance up into Faer's face, to see how their expression matched up with
the sudden spike in arousal that she felt from them in their shared connection.
From the way their mouth was pulled taut and their eyes held the same
concentration that she observed in the lab, it seemed as though they were
making a concerted effort not to lost control already. It stirred up something
inside of her, and she suddenly wanted to see them come apart at the seams.
Judging by the mild panic mixed with excitement she felt from them, they picked
up on her feelings through the connection, too.

Well, this was going to get interesting.

            With a grin, Anne Claire lowered her head and
dragged her tongue along their length flatly. She watched Faer's throat bob in
a heavy swallow, watched their arms tense with a tighter grip around the
blankets. It only spurred her on, encouraging her to wrap her mouth around the
head of their length fully and creating a vacuum with her hollowed out cheeks.
She shifted, steadying herself on her knees and readying her jaw to take in
more of their cock. Tightening her lips around the bulbous head of their
erection, she slowly took in inch after inch of them in until she could feel
the base bumping against her mouth.

            She could feel the way that their body shivered,
and took in the waves of mind tingling pleasure that she was drawing out of
Faer. Reveling in the small victory and mostly just relieved that she was able
to make Faer feel at least a little pleasure, she bobbed her head over their
length while making a concerted effort not to get lost in
their
pleasure
along the way – she supposed that this connection worked both ways, and
wondered if this was what Faer was fighting the entire time they were lavishing
attention upon her.

            Looking up again, she couldn't help but eye the
tightness of their clenched jaw and take note of the quickness of their
staccato breaths. She could feel how close Faer was to experiencing an orgasm,
and it encouraged her to continue to bob her head along the length of their
shaft until she heard a low, throaty moan escape their lips. Suddenly, she felt
their long fingers carding through her hair and coaxing her off of him. She
released him with a loud
pop
and blinked owlishly at them. She knew that
they liked it, so why did they pull her off?

           
‘…Stop.’
Faer was breathing hard and
their voice was so raspy, so low, that it sent shivers down her spine to hear
it. Gulping down air for a moment to gather their bearings, they elaborated,
“Had we continued, I fear that it would have ended far too quickly for either
of us.” Faer sat up and bent down towards her, lifting her up by wrapping their
hands around her buttocks and pulling her up into the air so effortlessly that
she fleetingly wondered just how much strength was hiding in their lithe form.
“I want this to end with us entwined. I am of the mind that you would agree.”
She swallowed and nodded her head dumbly.