7. Ellie

The meal had been an even bigger success than I expected.

The food looked rich and bright, its flavors just as incredible.

The flavors exploded across my tongue and zipped up into the depths of my brain.

And then we kissed.

But it wasn't just a kiss.

It was something else, something so much more.

If my eyes weren't shut at the time, I swear I would have seen sparks, but not sparks of common fire but sparks of magic, or two threads from life's tapestries rubbing together to create a Moment.

A Moment of truth and honesty and, yes, intimacy.

I took Ceara by the hand and led him toward the bed.

It was little more than a cot — several pallets pushed together with a thin layer of foam acting as a mattress.

But it was all we had.

Hell, it was all we needed.

All thoughts of the Supervisor's plan left me and I felt calm and confident as I sat down on the bed and allowed myself to be alone with the beast.

He sat beside me and I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.

I could still taste the sharp tang of the fruit he'd shared with me.

His tongue was long, like an eel, and it slid easily inside my mouth.

He was a surprisingly good kisser, lacking any of the haste and roughness I might have expected of a creature so large.

I leaned back onto the cot and he came with me, careful to brace most of his weight on his forearm or else he might have ended up crushing me beneath him.

His lips never left mine, and we battled slowly, sensuously at first, exploring, probing.

He kissed down my face and found the base of my neck.

He sniffed, breathing my scent in deeply, and I noticed the change in him immediately.

My pheromones had evidently sent him into a berserker rage, except it was controlled, even if only shallowly.

His lips returned to mine and this time they were filled with passion as he kissed me so long and hard that I lost my breath.

By the time he broke it, I was panting for oxygen.

He hitched up the flimsy uniform they had given me to wear and immediately pressed his mouth to my sex.

He didn't lick or kiss me there but instead sniffed me, savoring my scent.

I felt self-conscious, as if there was something wrong, but he seemed perfectly at ease, enjoying my aroma.

Then he tentatively kissed me, gently slurping at me.

Every touch sent a shiver of fire through my body.

Then his tongue eased inside me.

I was uptight and tense but where his raging cock — and I had seen the large swell of it in the front of his pants several times already — would have struggled to fit inside me, his tongue slipped in easily.

I moaned as it found my g-spot, lapping at it like a puppy with its favorite chewtoy.

His hand lowered to my clit and he rubbed it back and forth.

Not too hard, not too soft.

Just right.

My hips bucked back and forth and my hands went to his horns but I didn't need to press him or direct him.

He was hitting me exactly as I liked.

"Mmmmm," I moaned, and he paused for a moment to look up at me.

His lips were wet with my juices and he grinned up at me.

I didn't think I had ever seen a sexier sight in my life.

Then he buried his lips back on me, his tongue diving back into my pink folds, this time attacking me with greater feverish urgency.

It was too much, and I felt my body reacting to his every caress.

Unable to hold back any longer, he released himself from his pants and dove into me.

My pussy was soaking wet already but even then, it was not ready for the mammoth task he had for me.

I spread my legs as wide as I could manage.

It was just enough for him to slid that huge slab of meat inside me.

He pulled back and my head flopped back on the cot,

My arms reached out for the cot's edges and found the pallet it was resting on.

I gripped it tightly as Ceara slammed into me.

Every stroke was a hydrogen bomb exploding inside me.

Three strokes in and I was doused with a thin layer of sweat.

Eight strokes, and I was soaked.

My pussy protested, the pain giving way to pleasure with each thrust of ecstasy.

I screamed as he hammered me hard, too many strokes to count now, but they all shoved me powerfully over the precipice and into the welcoming arms of destruction — orgasm — below.

He grunted through his teeth as he rammed me even harder, knocking the cot back inch by inch until we rested on the adjacent wall.

I braced my hands on the wall as he released his full fury upon me.

I reached up with a hand to cup his cheek and he kissed my hand, but his eyes were blazing fire and he fixed them upon me as his own end came and he filled me with his delicious seed.

He collapsed, exhausted, on top of me, taking care once more to ensure he didn't crush me.

He kissed me gently on the brow, the cheeks, the nose, so much affection for such a large beast.

And we lay there, happy, and deep in my heart I knew that what we had just done hadn't only been making love.

It was something so, so much more that I couldn't fully explain.

My feelings of pleasure battled with my sense of guilt, that I had made love to him not for the pure act but for my own ends, and those of the Supervisor.

* * *

Lying beside Ceara,cocooned in the dim ambiance of the cell, was an experience I had never anticipated.

His alien physique, with its hard musculature, was otherworldly against the softness of the makeshift bedding.

Each time our bodies brushed against one another, it sent little jolts of electricity through me, stirring a medley of emotions I was still grappling with.

His deep voice rumbled, breaking the comfortable silence. "You know, Ellie, back on my homeworld, when we share stories in intimate settings like this, it's considered a sacred act."

I turned my head to gaze at his face, noting how the dim light of the cell played upon the unique contours of his features. "Well," I began, playfully tracing a pattern on his arm, the texture of his skin, both rough and soft, intriguing beneath my fingers, "maybe we should make it sacred here too. Tell me something you've never told anyone before."

Ceara chuckled, the sound resonating deeply, sending waves of warmth down my spine. "Hmm. Where to begin? All right, when I was a child — well, the Blinker equivalent of a child — I accidentally set free all the spiketail birds from our village's communal aviary. They're quite valuable, you see. My family had to work for months to repay the debt."

Laughing, I imagined a younger, equally mischievous version of Ceara, trying to chase after exotic birds. "That's quite a confession! I once stole cookies from my grandmother's kitchen and blamed it on our dog. I still feel guilty about it."

Ceara grinned, revealing the unique structure of his teeth which always caught the light in fascinating ways. "Seems we both have a mischievous streak."

Our banter continued, and as the hours melted away, our conversation took deeper turns.

The air between us was thick with stories of the past, dreams of the future, and the palpable present.

"I always dreamt of becoming an adventurer," I whispered, drawing patterns on Ceara's chest, feeling the rise and fall of his steady breathing. "When I was little, I'd stare at the horizon for hours, thinking about all the adventures I'd have among the twinkling lights of cities in the distance. But I never imagined my adventure would lie in the depths of space."

Ceara's hand enclosed mine, igniting a sense of warmth that seeped through to my core. "In my culture, the cosmos is believed to be a living entity. The stars, they're not just balls of burning gas but souls, watching over us, guiding our destinies."

I looked deep into his eyes, their lustrous sheen reflecting the wonder of a thousand galaxies. "Do you think our stars intended for us to meet?"

His fingers paused in tracing my cheek, the sensation sending shivers down my spine.

He leaned back to look me more fully in the eye. "I believe in the Distant Vision. In destiny. We were meant to find each other, Ellie. Even amidst all this chaos."

There he was, talking about his dream again.

And yet…

And yet, I got the sense to him, it wasn't just a dream.

It was something genuine and real, something he expected to truly happen some time in the future.

I snuggled closer to him, finding comfort in his embrace.

"As much as I yearn for my home, there's a part of me," I hesitated, searching for the right words, "that's thankful for this journey. Because it led me to you."

Ceara's arms tightened around me, the rhythm of our combined heartbeats almost musical in its synchronicity. "We'll find our way out of here, Ellie. Together."

The promise in his voice was palpable, a beacon of hope in the enveloping darkness.

The dim lighting of the cell cast soft shadows, making our surroundings feel more intimate.

As I lay there, feeling Ceara's heartbeat synchronize with mine, I felt a closeness with him that was both overwhelming and comforting.

But I sensed there was something he was holding back, a heaviness in his gaze whenever our eyes met.

"Ceara," I began, my fingers gently caressing the side of his face, the texture of his skin both familiar and foreign beneath my fingertips. "I feel like there's something you haven't told me."

He sighed, the warm gust brushing against my face.

It smelled slightly sweet, with a hint of a spice I couldn't quite place. "There's a reason the Supervisor is so keen on keeping me here, Ellie. I've tried to keep it hidden, to numb it, so he can't exploit it."

Curiosity bubbled up inside me, tingling on my tongue. "What is it?"

Ceara hesitated, his eyes darting away for a moment.

When he finally looked back at me, there was a vulnerability I hadn't seen before. "I'm a Seer."

I blinked in surprise. "A what?"

"A Seer. A Blinker. It's an ability unique to my species. We can… See the future."

My heart raced, the implications of his revelation overwhelming.

What was he saying?

Was he telling the truth?

I had to remind myself he had no reason to lie to me.

"How far?" I whispered.

He took a deep breath. "Ten seconds. It's brief, but you'd be surprised how much can change in that span."

I tried to digest this, the rich aroma of the meal we shared still lingering in the air, mingling with the intensity of the moment. "But ten seconds… why would the Supervisor be so interested in that?"

Ceara shifted uncomfortably. "He built a machine. It harnesses and amplifies my ability. With it, I don't just see ten seconds. According to him, I can see much, much further."

A cold shiver ran down my spine, the chill stark against the warmth of Ceara's embrace.

"He shows me images, prompts," Ceara continued, his voice shaky, "to guide what he wants me to see. Important events, possible threats, even opportunities for gain. It's possible I could see hours, days, sometimes even further. And I'm supposed to report what unfolds."

My mind raced, trying to grasp the vastness of Ceara's power and the danger it posed in the hands of someone like the Supervisor. "That's… that's incredible, Ceara. But also terrifying."

He nodded, the weight of his gift evident in his eyes. "I've been fighting it, trying to numb the connection so he can't get clear visions. But it takes a toll on me, and the Supervisor's experiments…"

He trailed off, pain evident in his voice.

I leaned closer, feeling the need to protect him, to shield him from the world that sought to exploit his gift.

The exploitation I was a part of…

The taste of our shared meal, still fresh on my lips, became bittersweet with the realization of his sacrifice.

He pulled me close.

And as we lay there, embraced in the moment's silence, I felt the universe aligning, ready to pave the path for our shared destiny.

His lips found mine and I responded to him.

He pulled back the sheet and the sight of me naked made his cock as hard as a sledgehammer.

And then he put it to use…

* * *

Lying next to Ceara,his revelations spinning in my mind, a question formed that I couldn't hold back. "Ceara," I whispered, touching the side of his face, the rough texture now familiar to my fingertips. "If you can see into the future, how did you get caught?"

Ceara let out a long sigh, and the warmth of it brushed against my face, mingling with the scents of our recent meal and the musky odor of the cell.

He turned to face me, his eyes filled with pain. "It's complicated, Ellie. I've always had to be careful, lived most of my life in solitude. In a universe where the smallest glimpse of the future can change the course of events, my ability… it's coveted."

I watched him closely, taking in every detail.

The sensation of our closeness felt like a balm to the chaos around us.

I could hear the distant hum of the facility, a constant backdrop to our secluded world.

"I had to be cautious with everything — especially food and drinks. People would do anything to incapacitate a Blinker and use them for their own purposes. So, I trusted very few."

He paused, swallowing hard, the sound raw in the quiet of the room.

"One day, after a particularly long vision, I was drained. I sought comfort with one of the few friends I thought I could trust. He made me a hot drink, something to soothe my senses. I inspected it closely, as was my habit," Ceara's voice grew thick with emotion. "I sniffed the drink, detecting no drugs. It seemed safe."

I gripped his hand, feeling the roughness of his palm against mine, offering silent support.

"It was scalding," Ceara continued, "so he added ice cubes to cool it down. I didn't think twice. It was such a simple, kind gesture." His eyes welled with tears of anger. "But those cubes, Ellie. They were infused with a powerful sedative. The last thing I remember was the world blurring as the betrayal of a supposed friend came crashing down on me."

The cool touch of the room's walls seemed even colder with his revelation.

The sting of betrayal hung heavy between us. I could see the layers of pain and mistrust that had built up over time, understanding now the barriers he had erected around himself.

"Oh, Ceara," I whispered, feeling his pain acutely, the sensation sharp in my chest.

I reached out, touching his face gently, feeling the wetness of his tears against my skin. "I'm so sorry."

His eyes met mine, the depths of his pain mirrored in their intensity. "That's how I ended up here. With the Supervisor."

The bitterness in his voice was palpable.

We sat in silence, the weight of his past pressing down on us.

Yet, in that shared moment, our bond only deepened.

We both faced betrayals of different kinds, which drew us closer together.

After what felt like hours, Ceara looked at me, a small smile playing on his lips. "You know, Ellie, despite everything, a part of me is grateful for that betrayal. If it hadn't happened, I wouldn't have met you."

A smile spread across my face, my heart fluttering at his words. "Funny… how the universe works, isn't it?"

We leaned into each other, our lips meeting in a soft, lingering kiss.

The sensation of his lips on mine was electrifying, erasing the pains of the past, if only for a moment.

He nodded, a determined glint in his eyes. "With you by my side, Ellie, I believe anything is possible."

I felt sick to my stomach.

His friend had betrayed him and it had clearly broken Ceara's heart.

And yet, here I was doing exactly the same thing.

Could I go through with it? I wondered. Or would my empathy get the better of me?