Brought the Stars to You (5 page)

He leaned back as she climbed onto his lap, looking over her
modest breasts before laying down his glass and putting his arms
around her again. He began to rub his hands across her back and
shoulders, "Of course, it would be my pleasure." He smiled
to her, enjoying this feeling of closeness, his body responding
naturally much to his private chagrin. "How I wish I could show
you the galaxy, Ardanna."

She rested her head against his neck, her face tilted towards his
throat as she allowed him to feel her smooth, blue skin, "What's
your favourite place?"

He took a thoughtful drink, the alcohol dulling his inhibitions a
bit as he continued, "Calusula, I think." He paused,
resting his own head against hers, shutting his eyes as he let his
fingers rub over her back and shoulders, stopping to touch her long
tentil in admiration for the wholly alien appendages. "I thought
of saying some beautiful, less inhabited world, but truthfully the
great clamour of the capital was an endless array of wonders. Nothing
that couldn't be seen and gotten, and no end to what I might've
discovered had I stayed longer, Ardanna."

She nuzzled her nose against his neck lightly, "And yet you
never found a club before," she cooed lightly. "You must
have only traveled lightly?"

"Yes. I travel only with what I need. Some cash, my clothes,
and--" he paused, "something to defend myself with. That's
all."

She lifted her fingers to his jaw line, "What type of wonders
do you pursue?"

"I always pursued knowledge, understanding. I was good at
gathering information and fostering understanding in others. Though
now..." he paused, "you're the only wonder that seems able
to capture my mind."

Bright faced, she nuzzled into him, "I don't mind being on
your thoughts all day."

"You were right," he said, rubbing hands down to the
cusp of her thong but not daring past, "it is much better
without my robes."

She smiled brightly. "I knew you would agree. I hope you
found some manner to calm your thoughts last night?" The words
were so innocent, yet laced with such lustful teasing.

He wasn't so foolish or naïve to not pick up on her meaning,
and he looked down momentarily, hiding some embarrassment. "Not
even that could drive you from my thoughts, Ardanna." His hands
continued their rubbing, as if her life depended on him keeping her
warm. He moved his palms the sides of her stomach, carefully avoiding
the off-limits areas, "Nor could I get the presence of mind to
meditate for long." He met her gaze quickly, "Not that I
regret such things. No. You're a memory I would hold onto for... a
very long time."

"You're so good," she said with a slow tone, noting how
carefully he followed her boundaries. "A perfect gentleman. I am
sorry that nothing seemed to help calm you, though," she wiggled
subtly in his lap, causing him to shiver beneath her, "I hope
tonight your relaxation comes more quickly." Innuendo dripped
from her lips.

If he hadn't noticed her subtle wiggle, his body most certainly
did, and her words had no less of an impact upon him, causing his
fingers to curl and rub into her flesh more deeply. "I wish I
could take you beyond this place, and show you things... explain to
you all I know, as we traversed the city... the world. The whole
galaxy. You make me both relaxed and excited at once already,
Ardanna. But... it pleases me to know of your concern." He
continued, almost inaudible, "I shall work harder to find my
peace this evening for you."

Her nose drifted across his as she bit in her lower lip
seductively. Moving her glass to her lips, she finished it off and
twisted to place it aside, tilting her body in such at attractive
pose and holding it for a moment before returning. "I'd really
like to reward you," she said slowly, each word containing
promises and hints he was yet unlikely to have imagined, "since
you've been so good." She pressed against him, whispering into
his ear, "How can I reward you?"

His body responded with a throbbing, swelling of heat, and a
tremble of repressed excitement. His hands squeezed her before he
exhaled a held breath, her ear twitching in response to the sigh. "By
all that's good, Ardanna..." he pressed his cheek to hers,
speaking in a soft whisper, "Even with all that I've been
denied--that I've denied myself--even my mind can run rampant in
thoughts on the myriad of things I would love from you. Such a
question.--"

Allowing a soft nudge of his masculinity against the inside of her
thigh, she moved off him, reclining back on the bench, her arms
holding her up. Uncertainty filled him, fearing he had said too much.
With one leg extended and the other bent, she posed for him for a
long moment before asking, "No matter what I do, you'll remember
the rules, right?"

Wide-eyed, he nodded abruptly, "Of course. I wouldn't dream
of breaking our bond of trust," he said with such strong
conviction.

At his assurance, her hands slipped along her silken thighs, her
thumbs hooking into the fabric as she dragged the thong over her
legs. She raised her legs in the air, dragging her panties up.
Smooth, blue petals were unveiled to him before her legs gently
lowered, the discarded fabric dropped to the table, leaving her in
nothing but her heels.

Shifting in his seat, he watched her so lewdly display her
femininity to him. He had never seen anything quite like it in all
his years; certainly not so close and so very real. He stared quite
blatantly, long past normally acceptable periods before muttering,
"So beautiful... I had no idea, Ardanna."

She wasn't fazed by his prolonged gaze, instead pleased by his
intense interest in her body. She smiled at him and as she lowered
her legs, letting one of them drop off the side of the bench, laying
back with her slightly spread legs in front of him, "You think?"

Flittering his eyes from between her thighs to her face, "Oh
yes," he reached a hand out, slowly. "I won't touch you
inappropriately," he reassured her, letting his fingers move to
her thigh nearest him, rubbing its soft inner flesh. "You're
beyond words, Ardanna."

She arched her back as she felt his thumb and fingers press into
the sensitive blue skin, enjoying the feeling and sighing
appreciatively. "Thank you."

Rubbing his hand along her smooth, azure flesh, he edged towards
her slit, though never crossed from beyond her thigh. He had no
method for comparison, but he was enraptured by the sight of her
folds, their alien colour and beautiful petals enamoured him to her
further. "You could turn a Fiato from his oaths, Ardanna,"
he said, the remark sounding like a matter of boastful compliment
lest she deduced his status.

She tilted and curved her body, allowing him to see the darkened,
lightly moistened cunny from various subtle angles, her foot moving
slowly to his back, "I wouldn't want to make a man break his
oath," she replied with a smile. "But I don't know what
type of oath one would willingly take that rules out such moments as
these."

"You would be surprised then, Ardanna. Not everyone has your
appreciation for passion and emotion." He swallowed, "Can I
get you more champagne?"

She nodded her head lightly, "If you like, I wouldn't turn it
down," she answered politely. Having someone stare at her so
intimately didn't embarrass her. Instead, it thrilled her young body,
especially knowing the safety of the situation and the trust built
between them. He wasn't like her other customers, the grabby and the
cruel.

Yet still, butterflies stirred in her stomach, and she didn't know
why. She wasn't afraid, or nervous. Instead she found herself wanting
to go further, to please the appreciative man more, and heat made her
face turn a light purple.

He poured for her and she accepted the glass with a flick of her
tongue over her bottom lip in anticipation. Her eyes contained a new
sparkle and she was grateful for the warm serenity the alcohol
provided, distracting her from her own growing arousal at this man.

She had been dancing for others since she was a child,
entertaining those she would never trust, yet he made her feel
something new. Something she'd never felt for someone before, and she
wasn't certain what to make of it.

He moved to his knees before her, stroking her inner thighs, eyes
trailing from her legs on over her pussy, across her stomach and
breasts to her face, appreciating every aspect of her blue, alien
flesh. "I didn't realize someone could be such a paragon of
beauty before now. That every bit of someone could bespeak such
intense glamour, grace and gorgeousness."

She tilted her head towards him, a smile playing upon her lips, as
she shimmied her hips, "I only wish I could show you more. To
see your face light up as I reveal inch after inch of myself to you."

Inhaling deeply, he detected some trace of a scent on the air and
moved in, hovering near her sex to smell the source of what left her
petals so dewy. Eyes shut, he revelled in her aroma, "I think I
would be as awed by this view for the rest of my years, even should I
see it anew each day. You smell intoxicating," he moaned out,
licking over his lips.

Her hand trailed to her chest, tracing over her stomach before she
moved along her smooth slit, letting them delve downwards a moment,
parting the delicate petals, her eyes locked to him.

His chest heaved with his increasing breathing, hot air washing
over her fingers and cunt as he watched, enraptured. His eyes were
lit up with an immense hunger and excitement, and it only spurred her
on.

She was calmer with the alcohol, even more assured of herself and
her actions, but she was left with a residual yearning she'd not felt
before. Her actions were more genuine now, true lust running its
course under her skin. She had to be careful. But she could trust him
not to take her virtue, not to push her past the point of losing her
value to her masters.

"Beyond words, Ardanna," he said, looking up to her
face, "Does it feel good?"

The act was brazen for her, dangerously close to the things she
knew to avoid, even with the lax security. She flushed, even as her
fingers rubbed her clit, eliciting a small moan, the light pool of
liquid gathering and growing as she manipulated herself.

His fingers rubbed deeper, more firmly into her soft thigh flesh
as he watched her slender blue digits work over her slick quim.
Hearing her moan was something else entirely, and elevated him to new
heights of arousal and excitement. Any reluctance based upon his
training and oaths were nothing in the shadow of her beautiful body
pleasuring itself, his mind fuzzy from the alcohol.

"Ardanna..." he said lightly, wanting so badly to touch
her, but satisfying himself with watching, and inhaling her rich
womanly scent.

She saw the conflict along his face, his appreciation for her
body, his almost childlike awe at her and she was truly moved. There
was a difference in him from the other patrons; he wasn't lewd, he
wasn't entitled, he wasn't rude or demanding, and that just made her
want to please him all the more. She shivered as she rubbed over her
sensitive nub, rocking her hips slightly.

She was an exquisite beauty, inside and out, and he craved to be
able to help her, to please her. His hot breath washed over her
fingers, "Is there anything I can do to make it better? To make
you happier, Ardanna?"

Her fingers brushed their wet backs against his, moving to sit up,
"Do you want me in your lap?" she asked, even as her hands
reached to his shoulders, pushing him backwards and moving to place
herself atop him, her breath along his neck.

Murmuring quietly into her ear, his breath was short and tainted
with lust, "I don't want you to stop that though. You looked
so... pleased."

The movement was so sweet and tender as she let her nose trail up
along his neck, "If I kept going, I worry I might do something
wrong," she said softly, her nose brushing along the exterior of
his ear. "Something very wrong," her hips ground subtly and
she moved forwards, trapping his member underneath her body, "When
was the last time you did something wrong?" she asked in that
seductive lilt. He throbbed thickly beneath her as she trapped his
member under her body, the physical need great.

His hands moved to her back rubbing at her there before resting
his head on her shoulder carefully. Her words disappointed him, and
reminded him of his own failures. "How could you do anything
wrong?" he said softly, hesitant to answer her question. "My
master would have said all of this was very wrong, Ardanna. That I
never should have spent my time with you."

She brought her hands to his hair, massaging his scalp, "I
see," she said softly, "but he's not around, so it's time
for you to make your own decisions about right and wrong," she
cuddled into him, even as she gave him a soft, subtle grind, "I
don't think this is wrong. And no one will know," her breath was
hot on his lips, their bodies pressed so close.

His body responded to her subtle grind with a rampant throbbing
beneath her. "Then why are you afraid to continue?" he
murmured back to her quietly.

"Because if it continued... if I continued..." she
flushed, burying her face in his neck, "I might have lost
control. Become... something else," she nudged his neck with her
nose, "Taken it to the next level," she said softly,
grinding lightly in his lap, "Not because it's wrong, but
because," she swallowed, "I don't want to lose my value to
my employers. I just want to be close to you," she finished
lightly, "Don't you want that?"

"I do, Ardanna. Oh I do." He rubbed her reassuringly,
trying to soothe her as if he upset her, "You just looked so
pleased... so majestic... I didn't want your pleasure to stop. Ever.
Least of all because of me."

"This is pleasurable too," she placed her hands on his
knees and leaned away from him, arching her back, as he twisted his
hands around her body. He rubbed at her lean stomach, avoiding the
off limits areas as he felt her smooth skin, his eyes glued to the
sight of her slick blue slit, watching as she rubbed its moistness
onto his pants against his shaft beneath.