Bill in Space 3: Bill and the Sprisi! (Erotic Fantasy) (4 page)

The golden tendrils were locked in place, so close to
Tiffani.  As if they were soldiers frozen in place, confused by conflicting
orders as his mind fought with itself.  His mind felt like a caged animal,
running into the bars of his instincts over and over trying to escape.

He screamed in frustration and watched as his mates grew
worried and a little scared.  That made his anger rise even more, rising on a
tide of self disgust that he would scare them so.  He just wanted his
conflicting instincts to go away.  Just go away!

The tendrils suddenly turned on him and dove for his own
body.  His mind exploded in pain and his body shook.  He fainted from the pain,
losing consciousness before he hit the floor.

Bill woke up slowly.  He was still on the floor.  No one
moved him?  They weren’t that scared were they?  He looked up and saw Ariella
pointing a weapon at him.  Well, he did just kind of go crazy and scream like a
madman before passing out.  But why is she still holding it on him, and where
did everyone else go?

That’s when he realized he was just seeing her, and not any
life essence at all.  He concentrated a bit and it came rushing into view.  He
could see she was terrified, mostly of losing him, but she was scared of him as
well.  Why?

He said cautiously, “Why are you scared of me?”

She said evenly, as if trying to calm a crazy person, “I
can’t read you, and you kind of did just go nuts, it’s worrying.”

He furrowed his brow and noticed there was a golden energy,
blocking off all the tendrils leading to his head.  From everyone.  Gwen and
Tiffani can’t read him right now either.  How did that happen?  Maybe he
instinctively protected himself when he lost consciousness?

He concentrated again, letting them in one by one.  He could
see the fear melt off her face when she reconnected to him.  He tried to decide
not to see the patterns of life around him and his normal vision returned.  He
wondered at the fact it was so easy to control.  But then he wasn’t gifted with
these strange powers, it was part of human evolution, natural for him now.  His
knew instincts and mind would be able to use it, much like learning to walk. 
He might fall on his ass a few times, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t
instinctive.

Then he was suddenly tackled and kissed, he of course wasn’t
going to object and pulled her in, returning her kiss.  Even though he wasn’t
actively looking he had the insight that it wasn’t sexual at all, purely relief
that he seemed to be okay.

After they broke the kiss he said, “Umm, any idea what I
did?”

She smiled at him and said, “Now that you let me in I do, I
am glad I didn’t kill you.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Kill me?”

She nodded happily.  “You were about to change the essence
of who Tiffani is,” she looked down as if ashamed and said softly, “I couldn’t
allow that.”

He sighed, “What happens the next time?”

She giggled.

He said firmly, “How is that funny?”

She said, “It’s not, I am just really happy, relieved, you
don’t even know what you did but it changed everything.  You could still be a
monster if you let the power tempt you into trying to control everyone around
you, or anyone who disagrees with you.  But that other stuff isn’t a problem
anymore and I can’t see you growing power hungry, it just isn’t in you.”

He scowled.  “What do you mean not a problem anymore?” he
asked sharply.  This was too weird, and he was getting tired of trying to drag
it out of her.

She tilted her head and said, “Do you remember what happened
when you screamed and you wanted your conflicting animal instincts to go away.”

He nodded.

She continued, “Well, what do you think those golden threads
changed when they entered your body.”

He was quiet for a second.  Could he have rewired his own
instincts?  Removed what he hated and simply didn’t need anymore?  He thought
for a second and he was still afraid of death.  His hardness at Ariella’s soft
body and that kiss meant he certainly had those instincts.  But what if he just
disconnected them?  Short circuited the part of his survival instincts that led
to race survival, claiming a mate as his and only his to carry on his line, his
genes.  He really didn’t understand the full complexities of it, but he had
obviously done something.

Ariella said, “So what do you think?  Gabe and Tiffani,
making love until he gets her pregnant.  Your golden goddess, staring down into
another man’s eyes as she rides his cock lovingly?”

He looked over at Ariella and knew she was just trying to
make a point.  But then, he felt no jealousy at all.  In fact…  He was smiling
at the thought of Tiffani having a kid.  It was really strange not having a
negative reaction.  He felt free, unencumbered.

Ariella said, her voice almost awed, “It was your love that
did it you know.  You had to be stronger than your instincts in the end, to be
able to rewrite them like that.  If you didn’t love us all so much you wouldn’t
have hated that part of yourself enough to change.”

Bill still did have negative emotions, despite not feeling
jealous anymore he still felt guilty at what he put Tiffani through, not to
mention the fall out on the rest of his mates.  He slowly got up, kissed
Ariella and left to go talk to Tiffani, he just hoped she could forgive him.

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Tiffani grinned.  Bill had terrified her earlier.  She had
half thought he might attack her.  But she had been reading him since he
lowered his protections over his mind and thoughts.  She knew he was outside
the door trying to get the courage to come in, to apologize to her.  Not long,
just thirty seconds or so, but still…

Didn’t he know how much she loved him?  She had been aching
for this moment, when he was able to overcome his conflicting feelings of
jealousy and ownership.  It seemed silly to her that he was worried she
wouldn’t forgive him.

She smiled and looked up when the door opened.  She loved
the way he looked at her, she thought she was just average for an Angilli woman
but she felt so beautiful when he looked at her that way.  As her nipples
hardened she hoped this first part wouldn’t take so long.

Bill said, “Are you in my mind?  If you know what happened
you know how I feel and how sorry I am…”

When he started talking she found that she didn’t want to
hear his apology.  None of it was his fault, not really.  Or at least, it was
his nature’s fault, something he was born with and had no control of.  She had watched
as he had fought his nature tooth and nail and knew he truly did love her,
suffering as much if not more than the rest of them.  She stopped him by covering
his lips with a finger, then she replaced that finger with her lips.  She
moaned deeply into his mouth as he started kissing her back fervently, she had
missed his kiss so much.

She knew he desired to make love to her so she started
stripping down, mouth watering at the thought of feeling his cock slide between
her legs again.  It had been way too long and she loved him so much.  They made
their way to the bed and she gasped as he kissed her softly and slid his cock
into her welcoming and hungry core.  Her first orgasm came quickly, his love
and tenderness overwhelming her, bringing out her feelings of love, passion,
and lust.  And knowing she was safe in his arms caused her to spiral into
ecstasy…

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Gwen was crying, but they were happy tears.  She felt a
great relief and happiness for Bill and Tiffani.  She had a nagging feeling she
still wanted more in her life, but she couldn’t imagine what.  She had thought
long and hard about the empty spot within her, and she knew it had nothing to
do with wanting another mate.

It was something else.  She wondered at her failure to
identify it, maybe she had been a slave for too long.  She was still
overwhelmed at her full and happy life at times.  Perhaps she just feared
asking for more and her mind was shying from what she wanted.  She knew if she
let it simmer long enough, she would figure it out.  She wasn’t in a rush or
anything.  After all, as long as no one killed them, her and her mates would be
around for a long time to come.

She knew Bill would soon be testing out his powers, then
they would have to go face down some Sprisi.  All the powers really did was put
them on an even footing to a certain extent.  It just meant they could not use
their hosts as hostages anymore against attack.  Granted, they would be able to
kill a lot at once from outside a solar system, but they had hundreds of ships
to hunt down Ariella.

Powers or not, Bill would die if the ship was destroyed, or
if he was shot by a strong enough energy pistol to get past his protective suit. 
Gwen bit her lip in thought.  How would they go free Gabe, Anise, and Sylvia
when the planet was surrounded by over a hundred ships?  From what she
understood he would need to figure out how to harm their life signature or essence
to dissipate them before he could feed the right type of energy to Ariella. 
They might have to go after one not so well defended first, then just take out
the ones on Angillia from a distance?

She smiled as Ariella and Larissa came back on the bridge,
they would have a good plan she was sure, Gwen knew she wasn’t much of a
fighter or tactician.

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Larissa held her breath a moment as she saw Gwen’s tears of
happiness.  She almost joined her Elvii mate as she too was beyond happy for
Tiffani and Bill.  However she was a Demonae warrior and would be damned before
showing such weakness.  It never occurred to her however to make any such
judgment toward Gwen though.  Her mate was strong too, just not a warrior.

She growled and said to Gwen, “About fucking time isn’t it?”

Gwen giggled and nodded in agreement.

She said, “So what’s the plan, once they get done fooling
around in there I mean.”

Ariella said, “Well he needs to learn control, although that
seems almost instinctive, much like your power of control, or Gwen’s ability to
feel other’s emotions.  I don’t think that will take long.  Gwen had a great
idea even if she doesn’t think so.  We need to find an easy target, so Bill can
figure out what type of energy to send to destroy a Sprisi.  Then after that we
can rescue the others in Angillia by destroying every Sprisi in system.

“At that point a few orders from the surface, and from
Tiffani, should convert most of those ships to our side.”

Ariella sighed.  “Of course, that will just be the start of
it.  After that we will have to go after the rest, we won’t know how many until
Bill finds them.  Then there is their world to consider, if we don’t find them
and stop them for good this could all happen again someday.”

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Bill was in heaven.  A silky, hot, tight, and wet heaven. 
They had made love for close to an hour, but after resting for a little while,
Tiffani took him in her mouth just long enough to get him hard again.  Right
now he was looking up into her eyes with love and adoration for his stunning
mate.  She was sitting straight up, arching her back and grinding down on him. 
He was caught in her eyes, unable to look away as she looked down on him in
love and lust and rode him with abandon.  He could see her perfect and generous
C cup breasts swaying as she rolled her hip and ground against him.  Her dark
golden nipples were hard and standing proudly away from her supple and light
golden breasts.

She grinned down at him mischievously, “You know, if I
didn’t worship you just as much as you do me, the way you see me might have
been a problem.”

He winked up at her, she was right of course, she could take
advantage of the fact he was so smitten with her, but luckily it went both
ways.

He moaned as she started to bounce on his cock hard, her
delicious silken friction on his manhood threatened his control.  He started to
arch his back and meet her down thrusts.  He was almost mesmerized by her
bouncing golden breasts.

She gasped in pleasure and said, “Go ahead, pinch my
nipples, squeeze and twist them hard.  Fuck, you feel so good in me.”

He obeyed her orders and reached out, cupping her breasts
and kneading the flesh as their bodies slapped together.  He continued kneading
with his other fingers as he pinched and twisted her nipples between is
forefingers and thumbs.  He felt her start to gush her nectar over his cock and
onto his body so he looked up, the pleasure in her eyes a greater pull for him
than her breasts at the moment. 

He released her breasts and grabbed her tightly by her
waist, holding her up as she grasped and milked his cock with her moist heat. 
He held her there as he started to thrust up into her, hard and fast, extending
and raising the intensity of her orgasm.

Tiffani screamed, “Fuck!  Don’t Stop!”

An easy order to obey, as his pleasure rose quickly, the
silken friction much more intense on his tip and length as her core tightened
around him hard during her ecstasy.  He heard her gasp as his cock swelled,
stretching out her tightness as he lost control to the heavenly feeling of her
hot, moist, grasping and milking pussy.  He started to pump stream after stream
of his thick cock juice deep inside her womb.

When she came down she kissed him softly, her soft but firm
breasts mashing against his chest, her hard nipples felt great against his
chest.  They cuddled on the bed some more, for the moment spent.  They talked,
comfortably and without any awkwardness for the first time in over a month.  He
knew he never wanted to be away from her again.  Much more than the sex, the
emotional distance had hurt so much more.  Ariella had named her right, she was
his golden goddess.

Tiffani giggled at him for his thought and he frowned.

He said playfully, “Don’t think I won’t spank you just
because you’re a goddess.”

She snickered and arched an eyebrow.

He grinned evilly at her and pulled her into the doggie
style position, his cock recovering as they had talked.  He spanked her hard
once then pushed his hard length into its silken home.

He said in faux anger, “See, just like that woman.”

She moaned at the feel of him inside her and she felt the
stinging sensation slowly turn to pleasure as it radiated throughout her body. 
She ground hard against him, pushing back against his cock and raised her ass,
as if asking for another swat.

He teased, “Hmmm, I’ll have to let Gabe know you like to be
spanked like a bad girl.”

She gasped in outrage, then broke into giggles at the
thought, she just couldn’t hold on to her faux outrage.  Her giggles turned
into a gasp and then a low moan, her center clenched his hard length when shooting
pleasure and a mild stinging pain radiated through her body’s center, he had spanked
her again.  And to her own shock she was really enjoying it.