That urgent press of his stiff cock made wetness start and spread through her body, made her lips part further as his tongue plundered her mouth and then teased her tongue into a long dance that made her breath come in rapid waves.
His hands traveled down her body, and she moved closer. Her hands shucked his garments away, and he stood there naked before Lornia as she dropped to her knees. Her fingers reached for his erection and that hardened flesh trembled and then grew harder still as she put it into her mouth, letting her tongue run over the silken skin of the head of it. A slight and thin drop of fluid came welling up from the slit at the top of his member, filling the back of her throat with that salty flavor that was just his.
The scent of his body, clean and yet slightly starchy, all male, filled her nose and his thick pubic hair brushed against her nose’s tip as well, tickling it a little. He filled her throat, every inch of him throbbing and stiff and so delicious that she let him go all the way down her throat and then she rested there for a moment, her fingers rising to tickle at the flesh directly between his asshole and balls.
Drake groaned and pressed forward again, cutting off her breath. He withdrew, and she took in a long breath and then took his dick back into her mouth, her tongue tracing the raised bas-relief of the veins that wrapped around that heavy shaft. Her fingers moved to his sac, and she stroked her thumbs across that flesh, feeling it lift and tauten with each suck of her lips and flick of her tongue and caress from her fingers.
Drake moaned out, “Oh my God. That feels so good. So goddamn good.”
His nails raked through her hair, leaving her scalp tingling and her skin feeling like it was aflame with the desire that raced all through her body as he pumped his hips back and forth, using her mouth.
He pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop and hauled her to her feet. His hands gripped her upper arms and then she was on her back on the bed, and he was there, right there with her. The mattress sagged below their weight and her nipples stiffened as his tongue found the light pink peaks and bathed them, then his hands gripped the fleshy globes around those nipples, squeezing them gently, then harder, his touch roughening as he sucked her nipples harder, his teeth scraping over them and bringing pleasure to her in huge waves.
His dark head moved lower. His hands measured out the distance between her ribs and then spanned her waist. Her body opened, her legs spreading wider as his head ducked lower still. His tongue parted her wet flesh, and then his fingers pierced her body, going deep within her core as his tongue slid around her clit and made it rise and stand, trembling and erect, under the pressure that sent shivers across her skin and a cry from her mouth.
“I need you inside me.”
The words broke from her lips. He moved swiftly, unable to resist that plea. She parted her legs yet again, and he slid between her legs, his cock pressing into her in one long and swift motion that left her spinning toward climax. He was so heavy and thick, so long and wide, and he filled her in every way, and all the way to the ends of her body and desire too. Her hands found his clenching ass cheeks and held on, riding him as he rode her. They raced toward completion, both of them breathing hard and fast, both of them groaning and sweating now as they strained together one final time before their bodies pulsed and arced toward each other and stayed there, meeting and still reaching.
The orgasm sent her body back into the mattress, her heels digging in deep and her eyes closed, then opened again as he carefully balanced himself up above her on one arm to keep her from having to bear his weight. That was such a small thing, and yet it made her happy because it was so him, that small but important consideration.
He moved away from her, and she curled up next to him, slinging an arm over his waist while one of his hands rested on her breast. She said, “Will you be happy here?”
“I will be happy here, and if you have to leave here, I will be happy wherever we go.”
She said, “Let us hope it does not come to that. I do not know about you, but I do not want to ever make that trip again.”
Drake began to laugh. “Me either. I have to admit it was the worst trip I ever took.” His eyes searched her face. “Can you be happy here?”
“Yes.”
“Because your people are here.”
“That is one reason, but there are others. Here, the Federation never came, and they are gone now, and they can’t return. Not from where I sent them.”
He propped his head up on one hand and surveyed her face again. “Tell me.”
She played with the edges of the sheet, her lips compressing. “Are you sure you want to know?”
He caught her hand. His voice was firm. “I do. If I hadn’t, I would not have asked you.”
Had he asked? It had sounded a lot like a command. She did not dare look at him to say what she had to say just then. She was afraid she would see horror on his face, but she did not want to lie to him either. Never that, and she also did not want to spend their lives not trusting him with every secret she held. “I created a sort of Tralam for them.”
She looked up at him then. He didn’t look disgusted or even particularly upset. He said, “What do you mean by that exactly?”
“I mean I created a place, a singular little pocket of space and time, and put them into it, and there they will stay until they all go extinct.”
He blew a soft whistle from his lips. “I see. You do know that they may live a long time, yes? The ships have food printers. They could recyc water for a century at the most though, and that depends on just how many were aboard those ships. They will likely mate and have children who will be raised in that…in that version of this place. But how do you know that they will never escape from there as you left Tralam?”
“Because unlike Tralam, there is no map, and no legend. As far as anyone knows, they were simply blown away. Because, unlike Tralam, there is no way in or out. I did not leave that or make that for them. It is sealed from all sides and even if they could get out, there would be no place for them to go.”
He understood what she was saying then. “My God. No, not you. It was not you that did that, it was the weapon and the machine working together within you, and with the Orb. You created an entire dimension for their prison.”
She asked, “Do you fear me now?”
“No.”
That allowed her to breathe again. She nestled close to him. “I know it is cruel, what has happened to them. I know there were people and beings on those ships who did not deserve that fate…”
