“I’m ready,” Fatima announced as she settled herself onto my back. Her belly had grown even more in the past month, and she looked as beautiful as ever.
“Please keep your hands and feet locked around my body at all times during the flight,” I began in a light tone. Fatima giggled behind me, and I loved the sound of it.
“Please refrain from touching my flaming wings,” I teased.
“Yes, captain,” Fatima replied and I could hear the smile in her tone. She’d explained that a captain was someone who could fly an aircraft back on her home world. I liked being her captain. I would fly her anywhere she wanted.
My arms filled with flames and the air beneath me grew light. I took off with Fatima and the heavy stone tied to my back. It was a bit harder to get off the ground with the extra weight, but it wasn’t impossible. I thought steering might also be a problem, but it was surprisingly easy to stay on a focused flight path with Fatima and the stone on my back.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long for the beach to come into view. The dark purple waves of the water sparkled in the afternoon sun. I imagined bringing Fatima here with the baby in the spring. We would have lunch by the shore and watch the waves roll in until my little family grew tired.
With those thoughts dancing around my head, I landed softly on the sand.
“It worked! The rock didn’t move once!” Fatima exclaimed as she slid down my back.
“That’s good news,” I smiled in return.
“I think you’re about to become very popular in the village,” she remarked with a coy smile.
“Why is that?”
“If they find out you can fly a mother and baby to the beach, I’m sure the guys will ask Jax if he could fly them as well.”
“I wouldn’t mind flying people over here, if that’s what they wanted,” I liked the idea of being of use to my dekes.
“You’ve got a kind heart, Zander,” Fatima commented as she reached up to caress my face. I leaned into her touch, and bent down low enough for my lips to meet hers.
We kissed as she untied the blanket from around my neck and let her fingers linger upon my skin. Her touch was like fire setting my soul ablaze.
“I want to touch you,” Fatima whispered. “You always make me come but never let me return the favor.”
“You don’t have to,” I protested.
“I want to,” Fatima replied. “Please.”
She looked up at me with a yearning and desire in her eyes that I never thought I’d see. I had been a shifter hiding under Dameron’s rule. I couldn’t luminess, and yet Fatima looked at me as if I were the most honorable male in the dekes. I could deny her nothing.
She squeaked when I lifted her up into my arms and carried her to a nearby cave. Then I gently set her down on the dry moss.
“Lay down here,” she instructed and I did what she asked. Anticipation coursed through me as she slowly undid the laces of my pants and pulled them down my legs.
I let out a groan of relief when my hard cock sprang fourth finally free from the confines of my clothes.
Fatima’s eyes grew wide and a smile spread across her face. “You’re...pleasantly ribbed and very large.”
“This pleases you?” I couldn’t help but ask. I wanted nothing more than to make her happy.
“Oh yes, very much,” she commented with a warm grin.
Just as the corner of my own mouth turned up, Fatima gripped the base of my cock and gave me a gentle tug.
“Gah!” I dug my fingers into the sand and reminded myself to breathe.
Her touch felt amazing, better than anything I’d ever felt before.
Fatima slid her hand up and down my cock again then toyed with the sensitive tip. I let out another moan and my hips bucked forward.
“You’re so perfect,” Fatima breathed.
