Obsolete (Terran Times Second Wave Book 24) (4 page)

“Begin anew with what?”

Brin Tai Wekk chuckled. “Starting a new colony for the Lomit. Those who wish to begin anew have the chance to join us.”

“Why would they want to?”

“The Lomit are creatures of intelligence and serenity. They value the ability to study above all things. A library is already installed in the heart of that moon, but it has been inaccessible to any but me. It has been waiting for me, and it will draw scholars to us from around the Imperium.”

“You are very free with the
us
and
we.
” She frowned.

He shrugged. “While I abhor the necessity that drove me to share what Lomit had left to me, you do appear to be capable of handling it.”

She snorted and watched as he collected tray after tray of food that didn’t match anything available on her personal dispenser. It actually smelled appetizing.

“Come and eat, Consort. It will settle your stomach.”

“My name is Olena.”

He grinned. “Olena. Please, come and eat. You look exhausted.”

He had set the table for two, and there were two chairs just calling their names.

He held her chair for her and helped her settle in.

The food was better than good. It was just what she needed.

She asked him a question that had been bugging her. “Are all your people that tall?”

He paused. “The people of the trees are. Now, a question for you. Do many of your people have hair that shade? It is very striking.”

She blushed. “It is not natural. The colour is provided by nanites. I was tired of plain blonde hair. This is much more fun.”

“What shade is blonde?”

“Yellowish? Like the sun. Well, like my sun.” She finished the meal and sat back, smiling. It had been her best meal in months.

“It sounds lovely.”

“It is both exotic and common where I come from. Purple was far more entertaining.” She flexed her hands. “The nails were more of an occupational necessity.”

He captured one of her hands and examined her nails. “Reinforcement?”

“Correct.”

“Nicely done. Avari technology?”

“I suppose so.” She stared at him and cocked her head. “Do you have pointed ears?”

He casually reached up and pushed his hair behind one undoubtedly pointed ear. “The Lomit were an offshoot of the Admaryn. We were a colony, and when they attempted to destroy your kind, I could hear it, even in my frozen state. The worlds have gone on around me and all signals have gone through my mind.”

“Okay. Why do I hear one language and then my own in my mind when you speak?”

He shrugged and smiled shyly. “The Lomit were interested in learning, but languages were beyond their grasp, so their mental talents were pressed into service to force translation. You are feeling your mind accept what I say, and then, it forces the understanding via images and emotions.”

“So, because you are linguistically challenged, I have to be mentally invaded?”

“I promise to make it up to you.”

She sighed. “I will learn Lomit. It will take the heat off my brain.”

He cocked his head. “I don’t have any learning tools.”

“I am sure that I will pick it up from the bits and pieces I hear.”

Brin Tai Wekk smiled slyly. “You have already begun with the accent. I can hear it in your speech patterns.”

She shrugged. “It is a side effect of having a keen ear. I did it back home when I travelled; it was annoying as hell.”

“Well, I hope that your self-education is swift. There are subtleties to Lomital that I believe you will appreciate.”

That was vague and rather mysterious, but she simply nodded and yawned. The bed was huge but so was her companion. “You take the bed, I will take the couch.”

He sighed. “We can share the bed. I promise to be on my best behaviour.”

She wondered absently why part of her was terribly disappointed by that.

Chapter Five

Olena woke in the dark of the station night. Her body was on fire. Well, more precisely, her sex was on fire. Breasts, belly, the back of her knees, all sensitive points on her body were hot.

With short jerks, she pulled off the robe she had worn to bed, throwing the thin silk off the bed to free her suffocating skin.

“What is the problem, Olena?” Brin rolled to his side and observed her in the dim light.

“I am hot. My skin feels fevered. I can’t take it.”

“This is the effect of the spark. I wasn’t expecting it to flare up this soon.”

She could read his scowl in the dimness.

“How do I stop it?” She tried not to touch anything, but even the slight caress of the sheets was maddening.

“You don’t. The bonding that I forced on you created a lock-and-key effect. Neither of us can be whole without the other. It goes with companionship and it carries through with sex.”

She had no objection to sex in the abstract, but screwing a stranger wasn’t normally on her agenda. Tonight, she felt like making an exception.

Olena moved toward him, and his skin was blessedly cool. She rubbed the heated mounds of her breasts against him, and they felt better instantly. When she pressed her belly against his and engaged in a slow undulation, the fire retracted a notch.

His cock pressed against the wet, throbbing heat between her thighs, and she winced at the length and breadth of him. It was not going to be a comfortable fit, but the idea of sliding him into her and seeing how much of him she could take was an enthralling thought.

Brin slowly stroked her, running his hands over her back, her butt and her thighs. His soothing the backs of her knees was a blessed relief. That had been driving her crazy.

She yelped when his cock shifted against her in an unfamiliar way. It moved again, and she was astonished to realise it was seeking entrance on its own.

The peculiar sensation of having the head of his cock twisting against her was secondary to the pleasure when it found its way into her. Her opening gripped him for a moment before relaxing to invite him inside. His cock didn’t hesitate but twisted and corkscrewed into her in the most astonishing way.

He curled his torso and brought his head toward hers, kissing her as his cock forged into her with a level of control and enthusiasm that she found amazing. Far from being repulsed, she was enjoying the sensation of remaining immobile while he did all the work and didn’t move at the same time.

His kiss was hot while his body was cool, and the contrast made her dizzy. The slow twisting inside her brought her closer to release, and his tongue engaged in the same deliberate forays. She gripped his arms and held on as their lack of motion took her senses spiralling out of control. Her orgasm struck, and she moaned into his mouth, grunting softly while her channel gripped him.

Brin grunted, and his cock twisted rapidly inside her before she felt it swell and jerk while fully seated. There was a cool splash inside her, and she wondered if it was always going to be hot and cold, or if there would ever be balance.

Thinking long term with a guy she had tried to put back in his coffin was a little odd, but since her body had been sated, all she wanted to do was get back to sleep right where she was.

He ran his hands up her back and held her to him. No words were necessary. They both had what they needed.

Olena broke the kiss and laid her head on his chest with him still inside her. It seemed the most comfortable place to be at that very moment.

The station lighting elevated gently from a deep purple into a soft white. Olena tried to sit up, only to find herself still on top of the ex-Avatar. When she moved upright, she also found that he was still inside her. The proof of that tidbit came when he gently started to move.

Startled, she looked at his face, and he had a lazy expression on his features.

“Good morning, Olena.”

She licked her lips and tried to keep her lids from fluttering closed as the delicious caress continued inside her.

“Good morning, Brin.”

His hands moved from her back to caress her shoulders and move between them to stroke her breasts. He seemed intent on measuring, weighing and testing the responses of the mounds. His skin was unsurprisingly smooth, but it still brought her nipples to hard, aching points.

She felt her inner muscles flutter around the lazy curl of his cock inside her. She gasped in short bursts but kept her hips pressed to his.

He was watching her as his fingers memorized her measurements. She met his solid black gaze with her own and braced herself with her hands on his biceps. It was unlikely that they would fit, but here they were, and she definitely didn’t feel overwhelmed. She wanted more.

She lifted her hips and glanced down. There was more available. Several inches of him were waiting to be taken inside her. The thick column was dark green with blood, and as she stared; the skin shifted slightly. She felt the continuation of the movement inside her.

The visual was quite something. A light trembling took over her limbs, and she held on as the stimulation she was getting rushed her toward release.

Olena looked up and into his eyes once again. The heavy-lidded absorption told her he was just as interested in their activity as she was.

She shifted and moved one hand between them, stroking her clit in time to the diabolical twist within. Her breathing caught on small noises of intensity as she caressed her slick flesh to drive her over the edge.

Years of practice with thin walls around her made her grit her teeth and let out a moan between them while her body clutched his, twitched and twisted in his embrace.

He waited until she had slumped against him before his cock churned in the same frenetic dance it had done the night before. He gripped her hips and pressed into her as deeply as she could take him. It wasn’t comfortable, but the moment his cock bucked inside her, he released his grip on her.

She could feel the soft pulse, and her body responded with a milking caress of its own. Olena pulled her fingers from her clit, and she was going to brace herself on his arms again while he continued to slowly, lazily twist inside her.

Brin grabbed her slick fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking them softly.

Olena blushed.

He licked at her fingers before he whispered in a husky tone, “I have been inside you for six hours and now you blush? Interesting. I look forward to discovering other cultural anomalies.”

“It is just... never mind.” She closed her eyes, but he slipped her fingers into his mouth again. The soft swirl of his tongue around her digits was more distracting than the feel of him still moving within her.

When her fingers had been sucked to his satisfaction, he released her digits with a pop. His smile was slow. “You taste fresh and bright.”

Her blush roared back to full force. “Some of that might be you.”

He grinned. “It could be, but I have no objection. Would you care to join me for breakfast?”

She nodded and tried to ease away from him. His cock remained inside her longer than she thought possible, but finally, she was free. Cool air rushed between her thighs, and it woke her up better than a cup of coffee.

Rolling to the edge of the bed lacked dignity, but with cum on the inside of her thighs and those limbs unable to move back into normal position, dignity was not in ample supply.

She shuffled to the wet room and turned on the shower. It took seconds to get to the right temperature, but she was so relieved to have the familiar touch on her skin, she didn’t mind the initial ice-cold effect.

Brin wandered in behind her, and he crowded her into the water. “Let me wash your back.”

She nodded, and he identified and slathered his hands with the soap from the dispenser. He started on her back, that much was true, but his hands were soon massaging her thighs and buttocks before his fingers slipped in between.

Olena slapped her hands to the wall as she went up on her toes at the unexpected contact.

She didn’t ask what he was doing. His fingers moved between her thighs easily, and when he reached around to pull her against him, those digits cleansed her of all exterior traces of them. The moment he slipped two fingers inside, she squeaked against the wall, ending on a garbled gargle when she inhaled water.

Brin stroked her gently, his chest supporting her back as one hand was flat against her belly and the other was delving inside her. She shivered and tried to get a grip on his arms, but he was too slick.

She held on tight as he dipped in and out of her with unhurried motions. She glanced down and saw his green-gold hand across her belly with the other arm across her hip. The contrast was startling, and she felt arousal creeping up on her once again.

“You are a little swollen, but nothing that a day of rest can’t take care of. If you burn again tonight, wake me and I will ease it for you.”

She paused. “You could have eased it without having sex?”

He shrugged. “That was your call, not mine. The idea of the spark was to force you to seek me out. Sex was never a requirement.”

She would have opened her mouth in shock but that would have let in a wave of water. She reached for shampoo and scrubbed her hair quickly before rinsing off. The rest of her was clean, and her muscles were moderately less sore. It was a result.

She stepped onto the drying panel, and air surrounded her for an instant. Her legs were apart, her arms were out at right angles, and in seconds, she was completely dry from head to toe and everything in between.

Naked, she left the room and entered the bedroom. On the floor, she saw her robe, and she quickly slipped it on. Olena wasn’t one for public nudity, even with a lover. There was a trust level that she needed, and it had not yet been met.

He could have told her that sex was optional. She had simply interpreted her body’s demands as a request for sex. He must have guessed that she was unaware of what the requirement was.

The food dispenser had a dizzying array of meals for all species in the vicinity. She chose a few that she knew were compatible and moved to get her caf.