Page 30 of Vylit: Glowing for Her
I rolled my hips experimentally, drawing a hiss from between his teeth. His secondary shaft pressed against my other entrance, slick with fluid that eased the way. I leaned forward, changing the angle, and felt him push into me there as well… a dual penetration that made my vision blur with sensation.
"Both," I gasped, the word barely recognizable. "I want all of you."
His roar shook the moss beneath us, his control fracturing as I took both shafts completely. I set the pace, rising and falling over him, my hands braced on his chest for leverage. Above us, comets continued to streak across the sky, their light casting shadows that danced over our joined bodies.
Vylit's glow intensified with each thrust, his biolights spreading from his body to mine in patterns that looked like war-stripes but felt like a coronation. The moss beneath us vibrated in sympathy, enhancing every sensation.
"Mine," I breathed, claiming him as surely as he had claimed me. "My warrior. My mate."
His hands guided my movements now, helping me find a rhythm that drove us both higher. The dual penetration was overwhelming, filling me so completely I could barely think beyond the pleasure spiraling through my core. His expression was naked awe, his eyes never leaving mine even as his glow brightened to near-blinding intensity.
My release built with devastating speed, tension coiling tighter with each rock of my hips. When it finally broke, it tore through me with a force that pulled a cry from my throat… a sound of triumph more than surrender. My inner muscles clenched around both his shafts, milking them as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
Vylit followed immediately, his biolights exploding in a supernova of color as he roared my name. Hot pulses of his release filled me. The sensation triggered another peak, smaller but no less intense, that left me trembling and gasping above him.
I collapsed onto his chest, our bodies still joined, his arms wrapping around me like living steel. The moss curled up around us, creating a cocoon of warmth as our breathing gradually slowed. Vylit's glow dimmed to a soft, pulsing contentment that matched the rhythm of my heartbeat.
"My tide," he whispered against my hair, the words strange yet perfect. "My first drum. The rhythm I will follow until the end of my days."
My heart stuttered in terrified, perfect joy. The translator struggled with the sentiment, but the bond between us carried the meaning where words failed.
"I never thought—" I started, my voice breaking with emotion.
"Nor I," he finished, understanding without explanation. His hand stroked down my spine, tracing patterns that seemed to write our story into my skin.
We lay entwined, watching the comet shower gradually fade, the silence between us full rather than empty. For the first time since being pulled through the Gate, I felt something close to peace… not the absence of danger, but the presence of certainty. Whatever came next, we would face it together.
The moment shattered as a silver light flickered into existence above us. Silvyr's projection crackled overhead, his usual smirk replaced by grim determination. His silver skin scrolled with lines of code that moved too fast to read, his form occasionally glitching as if struggling to maintain cohesion.
"Forgive the interruption," he said, voice tight with urgency. "But Asset P is accelerating its work."
Vylit tensed beneath me, his arms tightening reflexively around my body. The contentment in his glow shifted instantly to alert crimson.
"How?" he demanded, already moving to sit up, bringing me with him.
Silvyr's projection flickered, the code across his skin reorganizing into a star map that hovered between us. "Multiple extraction teams deployed. New targets already in motion." His silver eyes met mine, solemn and direct. "They're adapting to the tribunal's ruling. Preparing to catch the mates before the chosen one arrives."
Ice flooded my veins, washing away the warmth of our connection. "How many targets?"
"Seventeen confirmed," Silvyr replied, his projection expanding to show blinking points across the star map. "Possibly more."
Vylit stood, bringing me with him even as his cocks slipped from me.. The moss-liner slithered back over my skin, forming a protective layer that felt suddenly inadequate against the threats we faced.
"Prepare the ship," Vylit ordered, his voice hardened to the warrior's cadence I'd first heard when he rescued me. "Alert Kazmyr. We move immediately."
Silvyr nodded, his projection already fading. "Coordinates uploaded. The nearest target is a human female matched to a Centaurian male. Their extraction window is less than six cycles away."
The projection vanished, leaving us alone in the suddenly cold night air. The comet shower had ended, the sky now a vast, empty canvas of stars. Vylit looked down at me, his eyes burning with determined fury.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "Our peace was brief."
I straightened my shoulders, feeling the weight of our responsibility settle like armor. "It was enough," I replied, reaching for his hand. "Now we fight for others to have the same choice we did."
His glow shifted, pride and love illuminating his features. He bent to kiss me once more, fierce and quick, before turning toward the path that would lead us back to the ship.
"Together," he said, not a question but a certainty.
I squeezed his hand, the bond between us thrumming with shared purpose. "Together."
