Her hands slid across her body, one gliding up to cup her breast, squeezing and teasing her nipple in a way that sent lightning bolts of joy to her pulsing nub. Her other hand moved downward, her fingers testing the waters between her legs, finding them warm and inviting indeed.
Ella grunted quietly as she curved her fingers and slid them between her lips, already slick with her juices. Her beckoning hole was so sensitive she nearly jumped at the feeling of her fingers sliding inside, her body far hotter and more reactive than she was remotely used to.
“Oh, yeah,” she gasped, pressing her palm against her clit as she worked her fingers inside herself, coaxing the swollen little patch of roughness just inside her throbbing pussy.
Her G-spot felt like it was absolutely on fire with arousal, insanely sensitive, the pressure she felt coalescing inside like she’d been on the receiving end of an epic fucking, though she’d only just begun working herself toward a climax a few moments ago.
“Holy shit,” she gasped as a tiny orgasm broke free, hinting at much larger things very soon to come.
Ella immediately stopped worrying about how this was happening to her. Whatever this was, it wasamazing.
She shifted her hand and squeezed her nipple harder, sending a delightful shiver down her legs and a burst of hot electric joy to her belly where it quickly formed into a rapidly growing bundle of tingling bliss. It was all so good. So intense. Ella gave her nipple a final squeeze then slipped her fingers down to her clit to properly work it, the fuzzy-hot ball of almost numbing tingles spreading to her thighs as she rubbed little circles with increasing pressure.
Her other hand stayed hard at work, her fingers covered in her juices, her excitement reaching a fever pitch as the odd rune on her chest seemed to pull even harder, as though it was inexorably tied to whatever was causing this. The instigator of her frantic arousal.
Ella’s hearing abruptly began to muffle, and her head grew hot, tingles spreading across her forehead while her belly clenched up. Her toes curled hard, her feet and legs losing control, vibrating and twitching as her climax erupted in an orange-yellow burst of sexual dandelion fluff embracing her body with the most intense orgasm imaginable, every nerve on fire as she rode the wave as long as it wanted her.
Ella had no idea how long she’d been in her blissed out state when she finally regained her vision and some semblance of bodily control.
“Holy fuck,” she murmured, blissed-out and satisfied like she hadn’t been in a really long time.
The thought of getting up to bathe passed through her mind and left just as quickly as she began to slip into a contented slumber, her body revitalized and relaxed, and her odd new Infala rune somehow sated and content.
Perhaps if she’d known she had just climaxed in unison with the hot priest residing not far from her within the same walls, she’d have wondered how such a thing might be possible. But exhaustion and release were powerful allies, and together they pulled Ella into a deep and restful sleep.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Morning brought the warmth of a new day and the satisfaction of a deep slumber, fueled by a much-needed release enjoyed by the alien priest and his human counterpart, though in their own chambers, and without the awareness the other was reveling in the same experience simultaneously.
Draikis rose and began a routine of stretches and limbering exercises as he sometimes did. A means to greet the day with enhanced blood circulation and warm muscles, the flow of movements acting as a sort of centering meditation for him to prepare for whatever might lay ahead, though not much was on his schedule beyond seeing to the care of the brotherhood’s feminine guest.
As for Ella, she lounged in her bed a long while after waking, stretching like a cat in a ray of sunlight, her entire body tingling with the strange and novel sensations her odd new alien markings seemed to have created within her. Whether it was the healing balms she’d been slathered in for weeks on end, the nurturing hot springs in which she had soaked with her sexy as hell priest, or the powerful pigments now living in her skin she didn’t know. All that mattered was that she feltgood.
“Mmm. Good morning, world,” she said with a grin, sliding from the cozy embrace of her bed, her feet planted on the warmth of the floor, courtesy of the hidden alien tech that always kept living areas perfectly comfortable for their inhabitants.
Ella bounced on her feet, light on her toes as her muscles fired, stronger and more resilient than she expected, as if she was supercharged with some sort of alien stimulant but minus any jitters. She moved through a series of yoga poses, unaware that Draikis was doing something quite similar not far away but somehow finding her thoughts drifting to the strange man, wondering what he might be up to. Little did she know.
Her stomach grumbled loudly.
“Okay, time for food.”
She dressed quickly and headed for the door. While she’d been brought meals during her stay, her body was now clearly healed enough for her to take care of herself, and, truth be told, she was beginning to feel a bit self-conscious about always having her needs tended to by the reluctant priests.
Draikis wasn’t reluctant, of course. He was an absolute joy, in fact. But the others? She just hadn’t ever connected with any of them even remotely, and certainly not like she had with her rescuer. Whether that was because he felt a sense of duty and obligation was irrelevant. What did matter was that in their time together they had become close. More than just casually close. Odd as it was, millions of light years from home, she somehow justknewin her gut that she could trust him implicitly.
Ella stepped out into the corridor and shut the door behind her. It was empty in either direction. Almost uncomfortably silent. But from what she knew of these men, they were something of sticklers for rules and order, and that also meant nearly all of them took their meals together in the large dining hall. Fortunately, she had already been shown where that was. In fact, in her earliest healing walks with Draikis, he showed herquite a bit of his home, though she doubted he expected her to remember it all. She was, after all, supposed to be focusing on simply walking, her very survival something of a marvel in and of itself.
But her curiosity overrode any delirium or haze of pain she might have been expected to operate under. She was on an alien world, and every little thing was exciting and new. More than enough reason to pay attention.
“Okay, this way,” she said to herself, walking slowly, padding on quiet boots provided for her as her own attire had been long ago burned to a crisp.
She took her time, taking in the artwork on the walls, noting the scenes depicted with great interest. This was a religious sect, after all, and their choice in decoration spoke volumes about their order. The art was varied in medium with early pieces actually seeming to be hand-painted on some sort of solid substrate rather than canvas. Later ones shifted to digital projections, but she only noticed that upon closer inspection. If she hadn’t leaned in close to look at a few details, she’d have thought they were as much regular paintings as the oldest ones.
Nearly all of them, digital or traditional, depicted almost entirely men, for starters, though a few token women were interspersed in a few of them as servants or onlookers in a crowd. Not surprising, given the nature of the place she was currently staying, but still, a bit jarring. But once she moved past that detail, the imagery was actually quite interesting, the majority of them depicting key events in the Norvalian Sect’s formation as the key religious order of the Dotharian Conglomerate, tasked with interpreting the laws and enforcing them across the systems.
A few early images showed the original texts being crafted, a joint process with the founding fathers of the Dotharians. The first to receive the runes that would become required acrosstheir entire realm. Later, men, women, and children of multiple races were depicted receiving their first set of runes, the Infala bonding pairs in happy coupling, ensuring the continuation of the Dotharian ways.
Further down the corridor were the paintings of spaceships venturing out to conquer new worlds and systems, bringing them into the Dotharian fold. Battles showed the brutal efficiency of the Dotharians in their quest, but once they were established as the dominant power across a great many systems, the paintings shifted again, now showing more peaceful arrivals on primitive worlds. Given the harsh rules that Ella had been made aware of since her arrival, she had a sneaking suspicion that despite the smiling faces of the newly indoctrinated races greeting the Dotharians with open arms, the truth was a bit unseemlier than that.
