Page 25 of Destroyed Desire
Tempted to move closer, I stay put so she feels relaxed.
“You have seen your galaxy?”
“Only in pictures, of course. Earth has these huge telescopes that capture images of outer space. Pretty amazing stuff.”
I am not sure what she means by pictures.
“How do humans travel through space?”
“Space shuttles. We’ve only really been to our moon, though. We landed a rover on Mars. The other planets in our solar system are out of reach, I guess. How about you?”
“We have travel craft and transport ships for space travel. However, portals have been our primary source of travel.”
She shakes her head and makes a disbelieving sound. “It’s unfathomable to me that something like that is even possible. Thatyouare possible.”
Fern spins in the water, smoothing her arms along the surface and creating ripples over the rise of her breasts. “But you’ve never visited Earth?”
I can’t pull my eyes away from those soft mounds rising above the water.
“No. Your portal origin was completely new for me.”
“We’ve been visited by aliens before. We still are if you’re a believer in UFOs. I guess you guys are just late to the party.”
She is teasing me. I enjoy it.
“You mentioned that your people aren’t ready for a species like mine.”
Her small hands play over the surface of the water. “No. Humans can’t handle anything that looks different than themselves. Aliens might fly around in our atmosphere, but no one has ever proven them to actually exist.”
“Aliens?”
Her lips pull into a smile. “Ah, yeah. That’s what humans call beings from outer space. Aliens.”
She is watching me now. The beautiful color of her eyes twinkle in the moonlight. I can’t stop myself from pushing away from the wall and gliding over to her. I desire to touch her and see what her flesh tastes like beneath my tongue.
“Is that how you think of me?”
She shivers. “I did, but for some odd reason, I’m getting terribly used to you already.”
Perhaps that is because you belong here, human.
I wish to pull her onto me and bury myaxainto the sheath between her legs. It would be so easy to lift her and position her just so… to dig my fingers into her softness and plunge her down onto me. My eyelids flutter.
“What’s wrong?”
“I desire you.”
Three words, said through our mutual communicators, that seem to translate exactly as I intended. Her cheeks bloom pink in the way I’m coming to enjoy, her eyes darkening with a veil of lust.
“Oh.” She breathes the word.
It pains me, but I can’t allow this to go any further. “But not tonight. You are tired and I have something I must do. I will get you a drying cloth.”
The space between us heats, the air growing more humid and palpable. It grows colder as I glide backward and then spin to get out of the pool. She’s retreated into the water to her chin by the time I return with a cloth wrapped around my hips. Myaxapresses against the cloth, clearly visible, but there is nothing I can do. I desire her and my body has responded.
She takes the cloth that I offer, eyeing me shyly for a moment. But then something comes over her, and she gets out. Water runs off her naked, gleaming body. Tossing her hair back, she works the cloth over her face and then dabs down her arms, revealing one large breast with its pert, pink tip. She wraps the cloth around herself.
“Am I going back to the cell?”
