Page 6 of Zimon's Bride
Once we’d undressed for our shower, I knew I couldn’t wait to mate Abby again. Ever since I scented her pheromones, my cock has been almost constantly hard. Fucking only relieved my desire for a short time before I needed her again.
Fortunately, our desire was mutual. Abby surrendered as I pressed her against the shower wall and held her hands over her head against it. It was more of a mutual submission as she used her legs around my hips to draw me into her as I poised my cock at her entrance.
“Zimon, you feel so good! I can hardly stand it when you’re not inside me.”
I thrust slowly in and out of her, watching her beautiful face. I knew I loved her after that first vid chat when we talked for hours. She was beautiful and intelligent, as displayed by her profile and introduction vid. But as we spoke that day, we realized we shared many of the same values and dreams. I am so glad we had that before the pheromones threw us into this intense sexual frenzy.
We know it was more than just pheromones pulling us together. Abby wanted me as much as I wanted her, and she clearly enjoyed my pounding into her until she came. It heartened me that she trusted me fearlessly because finding my soul mate meant everything to me.
Those Tenzari were lucky I was not in the boarding party to rescue the women from the slave ship. Knowing they’d stolen mymeomee, I might have killed some of them. Protocol dictated that I not be there because Abby and I had not formally met.
Now that we had, our mating bond would keep me busy until we reached Mars City, or I might visit the Tenzari in the brig and get myself in trouble. Instead, I was balls deep in mymeomee,bringing us to ecstasy. Nothing had ever felt so good. When we were finished, I kissed her tenderly, feeling a rush of affection for her, and hugged her tightly.
Our most satisfying mating was when we fucked long and slow, staring into each other’s eyes. It almost felt like we were joined in mind and body.
We eventually started washing each other, and my cock instantly came revived as Abby ran the soapy sponge over me, pausing to kiss here and there.
She apparently found my erection too tempting because she knelt before me and took it into her mouth. I cut the water flow with a voice command and let her have her way with me. She licked and sucked, taking me in until the tip bumped the back of her throat. Her head bobbed back and forth while she worked the rest of my length with her hands.
Abby tried to swallow all my seed when I came, but she choked as it came too fast. It squirted into her face and on her breasts. She licked it off her lips and looked up at me, giggling as she rubbed it over her breasts. I started the water, lifted her to her feet, and called for more water to clean her.
“Ah,meomee! I never expected that.”
She smiled. “It was just too tempting.”
Looking down at her shining green eyes and smiling lips, I resisted pulling her back into my arms for a long, deep kiss. I knew we’d never get out of the shower.
We needed to do that because, despite her bright spirits, Abby looked like she needed a nap. Even I was feeling a little tired. We both had not slept well while she was captive on the slaver’s ship. Now our sleep was interrupted once or twice a night by the need to mate.
Now that we had just mated and Abby sucked me off, we could get a few hours of sleep just before the next wave hit. This is why felines were given ten days' leave when they found theirmeomees.I would have been useless at my job while overwhelmed by mating urges.
During those first days with Abby, I hardly thought about my job. Everything I did either brought mutual pleasure or ensured her well-being. Now was the time for the latter.
So, it went on for several more days until Raptor Three was put into orbit around Mars, where Abby and I shuttled down to Mars City.
Mars City was built into the side of a deep canyon in the northern hemisphere of the planet Mars. Begun around the first Crusades on Earth, it was completed a few hundred years later. It was a city of about a million permanent residents housed completely underground, self-contained, and self-sustaining, including an Alliance Law Enforcement base. It had its own light and heat source and an agricultural district that grew fruits and vegetables. The meat was cultured in a laboratory environment from animal cells and proved more economical than raising and killing animals.
“This is incredible,” said Abby when we left the shuttle terminal to catch an autocar to our hotel. “You can’t even tell that this city is underground.”
“They started building it over eight hundred years ago. It was completed just before they started the base on the earth, ” I explained to her.
“Well, it certainly clear that Alliance technology is way ahead of Earth’s. I imagine that technology on Narova is at about the same level.”
“Yes, almost exactly the same level.” I guided her to the hover tram station, and we climbed in, stowing our bags under the seat. I took her hand as we rode in companionable silence, looking at the sights out the window. It was like any other city except that it was underground.
Although terraforming started about 100 years before Mars City was built, it could be centuries before humans and felines could live on the surface of Mars. Because of Mars’s thin atmosphere, the planet's surface is exposed to high radiation levels, which is dangerous to humans and felines.
Additionally, Mars has fairly extreme fluctuations of temperature between night and day. Without a substantial atmosphere regulating the temperature on the surface would be difficult. So, building an underground city seemed the most practical way to solve the problem of the environment on Mars.
Even though many of the buildings were as old as Mars’ City, most seemed ultramodern compared to the cities on Earth. Abby seemed enthralled with the sights as we traveled the approximate 10 minutes to reach our hotel.
Our check-in was accelerated by the fact that I had arranged it beforehand. A small hover droid guided us to the elevator to our suite on the tenth floor. Since it had been hours since our morning meal, I ordered a light lunch to be brought to our room.
Now that our mating frenzy was ending, we were on a less frequent mating cycle. After lunch, I took Abby to a medical clinic to get a translator implanted for the Narovian language. She would still need to learn to read it normally. However, she would be able to understand the spoken language almost immediately.
Since she had no ill aftereffects, we went sightseeing to a nearby botanical garden displaying plants from all over the galaxy. I especially wanted to show her some of the Narovian flowers and grasses. After leaving the gardens, we browsed some shops, and I bought her a few necessities and a traditional Narovian gown.
She looked so beautiful when she tried it on, I couldn’t resist buying it for her.
