Page 56 of Tempted by Celestial Bodies

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When I opened my eyes,the sound of rushing water filled my head. Blinking against subdued sunlight and blue sky, it took a moment to orient myself. Cool air brushed my skin for the first time in what felt like forever after visiting so many warm planets. I was surrounded by forest: tall pines, and birch, and poplars. The familiar sight of Earth’s trees relaxed my shoulders a fraction. A creek gurgled in front of me, only a few meters wide, steam rising from its surface. Up the embankment, a waterfall gushed off a squat ledge, pummeling into the pool below. If I stood beneath it, I knew it would be warm, and filled with enough power to knock me over.

I gasped as recognition flooded me.I know this place. It was a remote waterfall in British Columbia, one I’d trekked to over the course of three days with two other nineteen-year-olds I’d met while backpacking. This was before I’d met Jordan, before I’d settled in the city for good.Before my life got boring.

And one of my fondest memories.

A figure floated, naked, in the center of the deep pool. From the tips of his toes to the thick cords of his hair, skin swirled with the greens of the trees, yellows of the moss, and blues of the sky. His cock lay against his thigh, thick like my arm, and pulsed with the same colors as the rest of him.

I swallowed against the sudden dryness in my throat. “There are still two of you?” Without looking, I knew another Khor Drath stood behind me, though I didn’t know why I knew that. Maybe the heat of him warming my spine, or the way the air moved around both of us, his body protective.

“It appears so.”

I turned at his tone. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, forehead furrowed the same as when I’d first met him at his door, like he processed a thought as deep as his voice. “This is a place you’ve been before?”

I nodded and took in the landscape in front of me. “This is my home world, in a remote, secret hot spring not many are privileged enough to see.” My eyes returned to the naked figure in front of me. “Why are you here? Why are there two of you?”

“This is your dreamscape.”

His voice whispered against me ear, but when I tilted my head to look into his silver-white eyes, he was gone, the wind brushing my spine in his absence.

I spun around, panicked he’d disappeared. No matter where I searched, I couldn’t find the second Khor Drath, the one who’d felt as real as me.

My eyes landed on the version of him floating in the pond. This was my fantasy, and my way off Rojab One. I swallowed, then grabbed the hem of my tank top.

Khor Drath moved suddenly, waves sloshing around his body as he straightened. Water dripped from the cords atop his head, splashing to the surface.

Pausing with my shirt half-way up my torso, my gaze remained captured by his form as he swam toward me. I stayed frozen when his feet hit the bottom of the pond and he stood to his full height. Gaze locked on mine, he walked toward me. Water sluiced down his muscled chest, his hips, his cock, and legs.

Dear lord, why had I imagined his cock so big? He was going to split me in half.

This is only a dream.

Right. My dream pussy could take it.

Pushing my nerves aside, I yanked my shirt over my head. My nipples hardened in the cool air.

Where had my bra gone?

This is a dream. Only a dream.

Why did I keep forgetting that?

Probably because you’re dreaming.

Fantasy Khor Drath stood in front of me, only inches away. Water dripped from his cords and down his arms. I kept my eyes averted from his cock, though the temptation to stare below his waist was a big one.

You can do whatever you want! It’s your dream!

Yeah, but that meant the real Khor Drath would see this! The big guy probably sat at his desk right now and laughed at the size I imagined him. And I was about to take advantage of this dream form. Embarrassment made my heart race all over again.

Dear lord.

Before I could let mortification completely take over, fantasy Khor Drath reached and grabbed my hand. Wet, but warm, skin slid across mine as he tugged me toward the edge of the water.

“Hold on. Hold on.” I pulled away from him. “Don’t want to soak my clothes.” I reached for the button of my cargo pants.

He smirked. In a flash, my pants disappeared. Cool air swirled between my thighs. I glanced down at my naked body. My hiking boots were gone too, the soles of my feet pressing into uneven, damp, stones.

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