Page 77 of I Married Amreth

Clinging to his shoulders, my body shaking, I tried to regain my bearings as fire ran through my veins, and my clit throbbed almost painfully. Amreth’s chest against mine vibrated with a smug chuckle. He kissed the white spot on my forehead—my crown as he called it—then brushed his lips along my temple down to my right ear.

“How about a different game?” he whispered in an almost malicious tone.

Still too dazed, I tried to ask what he meant. But he caressed my behind, his hand slipping between my thighs and curving around to reach my clit. The only sound that came out of me was another shout of ecstasy as he zapped my engorged little nub with a lightning bolt of Lumiak. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I was once more swept away.

Wave upon wave of bliss crashed over me as Amreth kept me flying high with a mix of hisbakaanand strategic uses of his lightning in erogenous areas between two caresses. It took me far too long to realize that his tail had joined the fray, dipping inand out of me in a frenzy, while my mate covered my face and neck with passionate kisses.

A third orgasm claimed me, this time building gradually instead of the savage way Amreth had triggered the previous two. I was clinging on to him for dear life, wanting more and yet fearing I would shatter into a million pieces. My brain could barely process the sweet words he spoke to me, my mind too addled by overwhelming pleasure. The endless strings of moans tumbling out of me and my blood roaring in my ears made it even harder to hear what he was saying.

And yet, when he pulled his tail out of me to replace it with his thick shaft, his words pierced through the lustful fog clouding my thoughts.

“One more time, my love. On my cock… Together…”

As with every time we coupled, he filled me to the brim, his non-negligible girth stretching me to what felt like my limits. And yet, I couldn’t get enough. Each thrust wrested one strangled moan out of me after another. Between the spikes of hisxinnixand the piercings lining his shaft, my inner walls were subjected to an indescribable sensual assault that had me singing arias. The barbell piercing on his head, and the scales on the upper side of his shaft systematically rubbed against my G-spot with deadly accuracy, both going in and out, driving me insane with pleasure.

The world around me ceased to exist, my entire universe narrowing down to the feel of him, in and around me. An inferno was consuming me from within, each nerve ending set ablaze by a whirlwind of sensations.

Amreth started pumping into me harder and faster, his breathing becoming labored and coming out in short, loud bursts in my ear as he drew closer to the edge. Before long, he was pounding into me, gripping my behind with both hands, his partially extruded claws digging into my cheeks. His cock waswrecking me as my ultimate climax came rushing towards me with the unbridled fury of a tsunami.

My spine seized, and a blinding light exploded before my eyes as I once more fell apart. My inner walls clamped down on Amreth’s cock, intensifying the feel of his spikes, scales, and piercings inside me. He joined his voice to mine, his hands on my bum tightening their grip almost painfully. It surprised me that his claws didn’t break my skin.

His seed shot out inside me, bathing my battered insides with a searing flow as he continued to rock in and out of me. He crushed my lips with a voracious kiss, swallowing my moans of ecstasy. He broke it, and I buried my face in his neck, shattered and boneless. I vaguely felt him half stumble back, then lean against the wall, likely trying to regain his own bearings. How he managed to hold on to me defied logic. I was just grateful for it.

Raining water showering down on us snapped me out of my daze. I felt too steamrolled to move, but I didn’t have to. With a tenderness and infinite care that messed me up, Amreth washed us both, and kept me cradled in his arms, kissing me and whispering words of love as the dryer blew warm air on us.

He then carried me back to his room, laying me down carefully on the large mattress before joining me. Amreth drew me on top of him, his tail and arms wrapped around me, and his massive wings blanketing us.

I fell asleep in the arms of my mate, feeling safe, loved… home.

Chapter 18

Ciara

In the week that followed the capture of the two assassins, many diplomatic discussions dominated most of our interactions with the Kreelars. Now that the cat was out of the bag, the UPO and the Enforcers formally made the offer that Maeve mentioned to Aku and Amreth. They wanted to provide personnel and technological resources to help find either a cure or a treatment and eradicate the strawberries invasion.

Where previously I would have automatically encouraged a primitive species in their situation to accept that assistance, the short amount of time spent here among them truly helped me better understand their reluctance. These people suffered from genuine trauma from their interactions with off-worlders. The genocidal attempt only multiplied their distress a thousandfold.

Furthermore, I wasn’t naïve enough to believe the offer was purely altruistic. Yes, the UPO and the Enforcers wanted to do right by the Kreelars, but they also sought to ingratiatethemselves with them, laying down the foundation for future alliances.

Although my colleagues, Amreth, and I fully earned their trust, the Kreelars weren’t as keen to extend the same to others. At the same time, even with the deployable lab and Amreth dealing with most of the scouting, there were too few of us for the extent of the work to be done. Having a complete team, especially for analyses, running simulations, and preparing the treatments would significantly accelerate our progress. More importantly, access to top-of-the-line technology that was missing in the deployable lab and connectivity to the infinite database of the Galactic Medical Board would make a huge difference.

Although the Kalds initially refused to allow any additional off-worlders to land on their planet, they consented to the permanent placement of a relay satellite in orbit to finally give us the connectivity we required. They also agreed to a team remaining in orbit aboard a scientific vessel to pick up a lot of the slack from us.

By the end of the following week, we developed a serum that coated the prions with a substance that prevented their absorption. It wasn’t an antidote but a treatment for those who were already infected. We still strongly encouraged vaccination, but felt confident that this medication would work.

The biggest debate for them as a people was to decide what they wanted to do about the strawberries. The new powers that these mutations introduced were now a permanent part of their people. Our research actually indicated that this mutation was always intended to occur down the road as part of their species’ natural evolution. The prions only triggered it much sooner than they were ready for.

The question was whether to eradicate the trigger and allow their people to try and get back to their normal timeline to theextent it was possible, or to now take control of that evolution and activate the mutation on their own terms. The reality was that, even if they managed to get rid of every strawberry out there, that psionic ability already existed among their people now. Some children would be born with it, and others might suddenly develop it, while it remained dormant among others. It would create a different class of people in their population that could cause a rift or power imbalance that could derail their entire future.

If they embraced it, they could grow the berries themselves in a controlled environment and deliberately administer it in small quantities to their people before puberty. Combined with the medicine we devised, they could ensure a safe mutation for all.

Whatever their choice, it still required the eradication of the berries in the wild. And that reopened the discussions about allowing off-worlders onto their planet. We’d already been here for a month. With the main crisis now averted and all the people infected stabilized and safely mutating, we could no longer justify holding Amreth here, away from his duties.

In truth, he technically could have left in the couple of days following the arrest of the assassins. But we needed him to play chauffeur with his shuttle. Had Amreth left his shuttle and gone back home with his ship, Mehreen, Ernst, and I would have been too busy with scientific work to do all the taxiing. Anyway, he didn’t want to leave me behind, which secretly made me happy.

In the end, in great part thanks to my mate, the Kalds eventually agreed to allow five small teams vetted by Amreth to come eliminate all the strawberries, as well as track down, treat, or put down any infected animal. Each team consented to be supervised by a couple of Kreelars assigned to them. As it would take many weeks to complete the task, accommodations were provided for them in the inner courtyards of the village they were paired with.

After even more debates, the Kreelars decided that individuals—not their tribe or the Kalds—would choose whether to trigger their mutation. We set up a special greenhouse in each of the three temples where their Adhias—who served as their spiritual leaders—would supervise the growth and administration of the berries. As of the age of ten, had the mutation not occurred on its own, a Kreelar could decide whether to consume the berries, which would be given to them by an Adhia.

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