Page 66 of Alien Healer's Touch

He began to thrust, shallow at first, then deeper, finding a rhythm that made my legs shake. His tail tightened as I writhed beneath him, my body accepting him more fully with each stroke.

Through our connection, I experienced his pleasure alongside my own—the tight grip of my body around him, the satisfaction of having me pinned beneath him, the building pressure at the base of his spine. The shared awareness was overwhelming, almost too much to bear.

"Surrender to it," he growled against my neck, nipping below my ear. "Let go, Selene."

His tail released one hand, slithering between our bodies. The tip found that sensitive bundle and began circling it in time with his thrusts.

The triple stimulation—his length inside me, his tail against my clit, and the echo of his pleasure—pushed me toward an unknown precipice. My free hand clutched his back, nails digging into smooth skin as pressure built.

Kavan's rhythm faltered as he approached his peak. His thrusts grew more erratic, more forceful. The tip of his tail pressed firmly against me, and I fractured, coming apart with a cry that echoed off the chamber walls.

My release triggered his own. He thrust deep one final time, back arching as he groaned my name. Through our connection, I felt his release—pulsing waves of pleasure, completion, consciousness splintering.

We remained joined as aftershocks subsided. His tail unwound from my wrist, sliding down to curl around my thigh. Our markings still showed faint silver-gold light, illuminating the darkness.

Kavan shifted to the side but kept one leg over mine, one arm around my waist. He pulled me against his chest, breath warm on my neck.

"That was..." I began, then laughed softly. Words seemed inadequate.

"I know," he replied, and through our shared bond, I felt his contentment, wonder, and... love.

The realization should have frightened me. Instead, I turned in his embrace, pressing my lips to the golden lifeline along his collarbone. His breath caught, and fresh desire surged through our connection.

"Again?" I asked, sliding my hand down his chest.

His eyes seemed to hold their own light in the darkness, tail tightening around my thigh. "As many times as you wish."

I rolled him onto his back, straddling his hips as my silver markings cast dancing patterns across his emerald skin. "I believe it's my turn to explore you," I said, tracing a golden lifeline with my tongue.

His hands gripped my hips as I positioned myself above him, ready to learn every secret of his body as thoroughly as he had learned mine. The night stretched before us, endless with possibility, as I sank down and began to move.

I slept deeper than I had in years, wrapped in Kavan's arms, our bodies touching everywhere possible. My rest wasn't empty darkness—it burst with color and sensation, unfamiliar memories playing through my consciousness like direct projections.

A young boy with emerald skin stood on a high ridge overlooking an impossible landscape—not the Arenix I knew, but vibrant and dotted with structures that shimmered like living crystal. Golden lifelines pulsed beneath his skin, spreading in patterns not yet fully formed.

"Again, Kavan." An older Nyxari with midnight-blue skin gestured at a curved instrument. "The proper stance allows the energy to flow."

The boy—Kavan—nodded, determination on his face as he adjusted his grip on what I somehow knew was a healing wand. His golden lifelines warmed with concentration.

The scene shifted. An adolescent Kavan, shoulders broader, lifelines more defined, stood beside an elder with a complex-patterned sash marking him as a master healer.

"Your father believes your talents would serve better in the Warrior Circle," the elder said.

"My hands heal better than they harm," Kavan replied, his voice deeper but not yet the resonant tones I knew. "I choose this path."

More images cascaded. Kavan identifying medicinal plants. Kavan in silent meditation as his master demonstrated healing focus. Kavan treating his first serious wound—a hunter gored by some unfamiliar beast.

The memories accelerated into briefer moments of pride, shame, wonder, discovery. I saw the Great Division through his eyes, the terrible aftermath when their technology turned against them. Nyxari fighting Nyxari while the world fractured beneath them.

I woke with a gasp, my silver markings alight, casting shadows across Kavan's sleeping face. His emerald skin seemed luminous in the pre-dawn light filtering through high windows.

His eyes opened, reflecting golden in the dim light. "You witnessed my memories," he said. Not a question.

"I—yes." I touched my throat where my markings pulsed with heat. "I saw you as a child. Your training. The Great Division..." I hesitated. "Did you see mine?"

He propped himself on one elbow. His tail brushed my ankle, a casual intimacy. "Fragments only. Your medical school graduation. Your first emergency surgery aboard The Seraphyne. Your mother's disappointment when you chose medicine over politics."

A chill ran through me. Those memories—especially of my mother—remained raw even years later. "I didn't realize the integration would go this deep," I whispered. "That my mind would be so... open to you."

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