'We can't be t-too long,' Aisha gasped. 'I'm su-supposed to see that-that new woman.'
'Plenty of time,' Quinton said as he lightly sucked her nipple.
Quinton pulled away, tossing his hair back as he straddled her. The long stretch of his erection lay flush against her abdomen. It looked huge against her. Almost as long as her entire pelvis. He dimly recalled the echo of her pain. She was certainly brave.
Aisha's face was pink. She was panting. Her perfect little breasts rose and fell as she breathed, her nipples tight and slick from his sucking. Her eyebrows sat low over her dark eyes. Her pink lips were luscious and wet. He couldn't take his eyes off her. And it seemed she couldn't take her eyes off him. They were glinting and wide and it twisted a muscle somewhere deep down near his balls.
'You keep looking at me like that and we'll be done in no time at all,' he warned.
Aisha touched her face.
'Stop that,' Quinton said.
'Sorry. Habit.'
'You know it doesn't matter to me.'
'It will-will always matter to me.'
'No, it won't. In time, you will forget. I'll make sure of it.' Taking her hand, he pressed it against his chest. He threaded his fingers through hers, then lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it. 'So little. So perfect. You're perfect.'
'You're perfect,' she gasped. 'Literally perfect.'
She took his hand and pressed it to her cheek. Quinton touched her other cheek. She flinched and jerked her eyes away. Quinton smoothed his thumb under her eye, over the slumped part of her cheek, over the dip in the corner of her mouth. Then he pressed his thumb between her lips. She gave a little suck with a chuckle.
And that was it—that chuckle. A fire seemed to burn right through him. Suddenly, his mouth was upon hers, kissing her hard, mauling her. She was kissing just as hard back, making little grunts that were making him burn all the harder. He was boiling.
'Quinton,' she gasped as he sucked her neck.
Down below, he slid his hand between her thighs. He didn't know why he was checking. She was always so wet. How many times had they done it since the first time? He couldn't even remember. It was hard to remember what day it was. What time it was. He couldn't get enough of her.
He smoothed his hand over her inner thigh. Their cum from last night had dried upon her skin. It was dried all over his erection. He could smell her all over him. And he could smell himself all over her. He couldn't remember how many times he'd orgasmed but by the time they had lain together exhausted, he remembered feeling like his balls had completely emptied. Now, somehow, they were full again.
Bursting.
How was that even possible?
He was supposed to be in the laboratory that morning—but he didn't want to be. For the first time he didn't want to go to work. He couldn't care if he didn't have to work again! A queer feeling—and unexpected. He'd always known the bond would change things but he'd underestimated how much. Aisha groaned as he slid his finger deep inside her. She arched her neck, throwing up her breasts. Quinton leaned over to suck them again.
The new contingent of operatives couldn't get here soon enough.
He pulled out his finger. She spread her thighs wider as he braced himself between them. His shaft sought her out, kissing her labia before pushing deep inside her. She gasped, arching her throat. Quinton kissed her there, then nibbled at her chin. Then he was thrusting.
They hadn't had a chance to rest and all the muscles in his abdomen were sore and tight from all their lovemaking. It didn't matter. He could go on forever. He thrust again and again as Aisha grabbed his hips, staring up into his face with her glittering dark eyes, her mouth pulled back in pleasure.
He pecked her on the corners of her mouth, then kissed her full on the lips as he rolled his hips. She cried out, her orgasm thrumming through her tired body unexpectedly. It was happening much more easily now. More and more she would come before he would, almost without warning. Sometimes multiple times. It was ironic that she had ever thought her body broken. From what Quinton could gather from the other operatives, Aisha was unique—and talented. He almost laughed at the thought.
Clawing his fingers into the pillow, he rocked his hips several more times before he finally caught up, orgasming hard into her, pushing his pelvis up against hers as his hot wet seed poured into her, jet after jet of it until he was left panting and aching.
Carefully, he lay on top of her, both breathing together, her nipples rubbing against his chest. Their lips met again. Their tongues sought each other. Quinton pushed more deeply into her at another hard pulsation down his shaft.
He could feel the sweat trickling between his pecks. He brushed back her hair from her face as he kissed her on the forehead, then on her cheek before kissing her over and over on the nape of her neck.
'I love you,' he said. 'Fuck, how I love you. It hurts to love you.'
'I love you more,' she whispered.
If only he could stay like this forever. He could die like this and be exactly where he wanted to be. With Aisha. Forever united.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Their bond was humming. It felt warm and light. It made his head fuzzy. He could hardly think. He was supposed to be doing something. She was supposed to be doing something.
'We have to go,' she murmured.
Go. Go. He suddenly remembered. 'Oh, right.' He sighed. He brushed the backs of his fingers down her cheek. 'Is it really necessary? Can't somebody else do it? With me still working, we have less time together.'
She smiled. 'We h-have plenty of time together. I offered to help, Quinton.'
He sighed again. Why did she have to listen in when Miktar had informed him of his plan to acquire a mate? She liked Miktar and felt too much compassion for him.
'You're too good for your own good—and mine.' Reluctantly, he pulled away.
She smiled up at him. Already, his tongue was tingling at the thought of sucking her nipples again. They looked so ripe. His palms were aching worse. All he wanted to do was knead her breasts in his hands.
He closed his fists, then raked his fingers through his hair. 'Shit.' He climbed from the bed. 'I'll clean myself up first.' He turned and marched towards the shower. 'Conceal yourself before I come out. If I see you like this again, I can't guarantee you won't be stuck here for the rest of the day, to damn my duties as a science officer and your promise.'
Quinton felt her grinning as he entered the bathroom.
*
After Quinton was done and had left, Aisha stood under the shower, allowing the water to run over her. She watched it as it coursed over her breasts, hips and thighs. She felt strange—and wonderful. Never in her life had she felt so much like a woman.
She'd always thought of herself like a child: skinny and undeveloped, which most men would struggle to love. If not all men. Quinton touched her in ways that opened up something warm and buzzing inside her. The way he spoke to her did the same. Not only had he made her fall in love with him but he'd kind of made her love herself as well. She wasn't skinny and boring. Quinton made her feel beautiful—and she was!
She finished up and dried herself off. Though she knew there was no point, she checked herself in the mirror again—but there was no mark. Aisha tried not to feel disappointed. She tried very hard not to feel frightened. What if she didn't fall pregnant? They'd had sex so much. Surely something must have taken by now.
Children were exciting to her but not crucial. She'd be perfectly happy with just Quinton. As for Quinton, his feelings were much more elevated. She could feel it like a thrill deep in her hips, like a floating feeling in her chest. She wanted to have children more because it would make him so happy.
'Please work,' she told herself.
She was late by the time she entered the lesson room. A woman with long blonde hair was sitting at one of the benches, her chin in her hand. She stood upon Aisha's entrance.
'Who are you?' Her voice echoed around the empty room. A helmet sat on a lonely spot further down another bench.
'Sorry for being late. My-my name is Aisha. Don't be frightened.'
The woman cocked her head, the usual question on her lips as Aisha hobbled over. Aisha felt the familiar quiver of unease as her eyes lingered a little too long on her face. Then the woman shrugged and sat down.
'You'd think I'd be more frightened,' she said. 'You didn't answer my question. Who are you?'
'Someone like y-you,' Aisha said, sitting down close by.
'You mean, you were taken too?'
Aisha nodded. They tried to speak at the same time. The woman gestured for Aisha to go ahead.
'Yes, they're aliens,' Aisha said.
The woman stared. 'So-so it's true. I've-I've been abducted?'
Aisha nodded. 'Many women have been a-abducted.'
The woman gripped her seat. 'Wow.'
'What's your name?'
'Rachel.' Her accent was unusual. Aisha recognised it vaguely but couldn't place it. 'Why have they taken me?'
'Because they-they want you. You're special. They won't hurt you.'
'I'm special? I've never been special before.' Pink filled her cheeks. Her eyes were glittering as she stared unseeing at the mirror. 'Why? Why am I so special?'
'You've been m-matched. With Miktar.'
Rachel waited for her to go on.
'Miktar has chosen you as his companion.'
'Miktar.' Her brow furrowed. 'You mean the alien that took me? The huge guy with the long brown hair?'
'Miktar, y-yes. He's lovely. You'll l-like him.'
'But he's so ... he's so ...' Her eyes were bright as they locked onto Aisha's '... astonishing.'
Aisha grinned. 'I know. I am Quinton's c-companion. And he's a-astonishing.'
'And you like it?'
Aisha nodded. There were so many things she could say but if she said too much she might scare her away. Quinton had warned her not to explain about the bonding just yet. Aisha kept her lips pinched shut but Rachel was too sharp for her own good.
'There's more, isn't there?'
Aisha opened and shut her mouth.
'It's always something.' She frowned. 'Tall, dark and handsome is not without consequences. Spit it out.'
'He'll bond with you.'
Aisha explained the process as best and delicately as she could. Her stuttering was getting worse and worse but Rachel seemed to be following.
When she was done, Rachel's expression was frozen, unreadable. 'So, he'll never leave me.'
Aisha nodded.
'And he'll love me so hard that separation is impossible. To separate means death,' Rachel gazed into space. 'A lifetime spent with someone ... like him.' She tapped her lips.
Aisha waited, her breath stuck in her throat. Quinton was going to be angry. Miktar was going to hate her.
Rachel's eyes were more than shining now; they were glittering. 'Sounds fucking amazing.'
Aisha felt the relief crash over her. 'You won't be-be able to go back.'
'Go back to what? My shitty life?' The woman leaned back in her seat as she laughed loudly. 'What a joke!' Then the laughter snapped off. She looked at Aisha quizzically. 'But what will I have to do?'
'Love h-him. And maybe have c-children.'
'That's it?'
Aisha nodded.
'No work.'
Aisha shook her head.
She pursed her lips as though trying not to smile. She looked Aisha up and down. 'Is that what you've been doing? Loving him and making babies?'
Aisha felt her face flush. The woman grinned. She leaned over the bench towards her. She spoke in a whisper. 'Is it good?'
Aisha felt herself blush harder. Rachel's grin broadened. She looked around the room. 'Well, where is he?'
Aisha pointed at the helmet. 'He wants you to put that on f-first. You'll learn h-his language.'
Rachel went over and picked it up. She cocked and eyebrow. 'I just wear it?'
'You'd b-better sit down first,' Aisha warned.
Sitting down opposite Aisha, she pulled it on. She gripped the bench with a "Woah!"
Aisha watched as the images flickered over the screen. She could almost hear the android woman's voice in her own head. It seemed so long ago now when she'd first pulled it on. So much had changed. Beyond her wildest dreams. And Rachel's adventure was only just starting.
Then again, her own adventure had only really just started, hadn't it?
Aisha smiled.