Page 20 of Vylit: Glowing for Her
Uncertainty flashed across her features. "I've never?—"
"Trust me," I murmured, leaning down to capture her mouth in a kiss that tasted of her own pleasure. "Your body is made for mine."
Her hands came up to grip my shoulders, fingers digging into luminous flesh as she made her decision. "Yes," she breathed against my lips. "All of you."
The hammock cocooned us in weightless suspension as I eased forward, the primary shaft stretching her with exquisite care. She gasped, back arching as I filled her, inch by careful inch, until I met resistance. I paused, giving her time to adjust to my size.
Then I worked on easing my secondary shaft. She was tight, oh so tight. From her facial expressions, it was uncomfortable but also something she enjoyed. I waited for her to adjust.
"More," she demanded, nails scoring my shoulders and leaving trails of light in their wake.
With a guttural roar, I surged forward, burying myself completely inside her. The dual penetration completing the circuit of our bonding. The sensation was beyond description… hot, tight pressure surrounding both appendages, her body yielding to mine in perfect surrender.
The hammock began to rock. Maya cried out, eyes wide with shock and pleasure as she accepted both shafts. Her inner muscles clenched around me, adjusting to the unprecedented fullness.
"Vylit," she gasped, my name a prayer on her lips. "So full... everywhere..."
I established a slow, deep rhythm, mindful of her fragility despite my desperate need. The Nest Moss beneath us released thick waves of scent, heightening our biochemical connection. The air shimmered with pheromones, my gills flaring to absorb every molecule of her response. Maya's nails carved glowing trails down my chest, the scratches immediately filling with luminous fluid that marked her claim on me as surely as I was claiming her.
"Mine," I growled, increasing my pace as her body opened further for me. "My complement. My mate."
"Yours," she agreed, voice breaking on a sob of pleasure as I hit places inside her that triggered cascading waves of sensation.
Our movements grew frantic, desperation replacing control as the bond between us strengthened with every thrust. The hammock bucked wildly, responding to our escalating need, while the ship's monitors blinked warning signals about our elevated vital signs—warnings we both ignored.
Maya's completion built visibly, her skin flushing with blood as her muscles tensed around both shafts. I felt her approaching peak like a pressure wave through our developing bond, her pleasure feeding mine in an escalating loop of sensation.
"Let go," I commanded, voice barely recognizable through the rumble in my chest. "Give yourself to me. Completely."
She shattered with a scream of my name, her body convulsing around me with such force that my control snapped like brittle coral. My dual release triggered simultaneously, flooding her with genetic material that would complete our bonding at the cellular level. My roar of completion vibrated through the chamber, setting crystalline structures resonating in sympathetic harmony.
My bioluminescence exploded outward, painting the chamber walls with patterns so bright they momentarily blinded the ship's sensors. Ancient Mavtrosian claiming symbols manifested in the display… spirals, whorls, and geometric configurations that marked Maya as my mate for all who could read them.
The intensity of release left us both trembling, limbs entangled in the hammock's embrace as the aftershocks rippled through our joined bodies. I cradled her against me, holding her as if she were fragile even though she was a warrior. Maya's breathing came in ragged gasps, her face pressed against my chest where my dual hearts thundered an erratic rhythm. I remained buried inside her, unwilling to break the connection that had sealed our bond.
Gradually, our vital signs stabilized. The frantic energy between us mellowed into something deeper… a steady, pulsing connection that felt simultaneously ancient and new. I sensed her now, not just physically but on a level that transcended conscious thought. The bond had taken hold, weaving our essences together in ways that would resist any attempt at separation.
With a smug chime, the ship finally released the hammock's locking mechanism. The entrance to the alcove slid open, offering freedom we weren't yet ready to accept. The medical monitors continued to hover nearby, displaying our synchronized vital signs and the rapidly healing status of my wounds.
Maya shifted slightly, wincing as our bodies separated. My arms tightened protectively around her, cradling her against me as the hammock adjusted to support our new position.
"You healed me," I murmured, realizing the ship had been right all along. "The bonding accelerated the process."
She laughed softly, trailing her fingers through a patch of bioluminescence on my abdomen. "Pretty sure that was the magic space medicine, not our alien sex."
"Both," I insisted, stroking her hair back from her face. "The genetic exchange strengthens both participants. Your cellular structure is adapting, becoming more resilient."
"Great," she mumbled against my chest. "Super-powered alien sex. Just what every marine biologist dreams of discovering."
Despite her sarcastic tone, I felt her contentment through our new bond… a warm, steady pulse that belied her words. The connection between us now transcended mere physical attraction or genetic compatibility. It had become something neither of us fully understood yet, but that both of us would fight to protect.
The ship hummed around us, a sound suspiciously like satisfaction. The medical tools hovered nearby, as if reminding me that it had indeed handled everything… my healing, our cleansing, and the completion of our bond, exactly as it had intended.
"Your ship is annoyingly smug," Maya observed drowsily, echoing my thoughts with uncanny accuracy. "Just like the moss."
"A trait it shares with its new resident," I replied, earning a playful slap against my chest that sent fresh patterns of light dancing across my skin.
As she drifted toward sleep in my arms, I silently acknowledged the ship's wisdom. Here, cradled in the Hover-Hammock with my newly bonded mate, I felt more complete than I had in cycles of searching. The threat of Asset P still loomed, the mystery of the corrupted Agency remained unsolved, but those concerns seemed temporarily distant compared to the miracle of finding and claiming my complement.
