Chapter 26

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Rykker had been the first to contact her after her meeting with Zoldana, arranging a dinner that night now that they were back in civilization and out of harm’s way. Despite bathing thoroughly, she still felt his presence, though that could possibly have been lingering traces of his wonderfully hot load lingering inside her.

Whatever the case, she was more than happy to accept his offer. Arkness reached out on comms just a short while later, having been delayed temporarily. Had he known it was a race, he’d have likely found a way to contact her sooner, but as it stood, he found himself informed that tonight would not work, but the following day she would be happy to see him.

Without his physical presence, thanks to the comms system, the distracting pheromones were not in play, and Olivia found herself able to have the conversation without devolving into a trembling ball of arousal.

Speaking of which, Rykker asked her to come to his place this evening, somewhere she’d never been and was quite curious to see. How did this man live? Was he a slob? A neat freak? Something in between? You could tell a lot about a man by how he maintained his living space.

She arrived just after dark, following the directions he sent her, the display built into the sheer dress she was wearing under her more modest street coat providing her with the most direct route to her rendezvous.

The AI had really lived up to the request she’d made, crafting a dress so flattering even a man not pheromonally bonding to her would do a double-take. The AI had also been aware enough of the likely effect to have provided the outer covering along with it to make her passage through the city as gawker-free as possible.

When she arrived at his place, however, all bets would be off.

The final location was a lift disc situated far below an invisibly suspended bubble home far above. Olivia stepped onto the disc and was whisked upward in a flash, arriving at his front door, from which the view was amazing.

“Wow,” she gasped.

“You are here,” a sexy, deep voice said as the door opened, making her loins tingle with anticipation. He was dressed impeccably, she noted, his clothes fitting his muscular frame perfectly, accentuating all of his attributes to their fullest. “Please, come inside.”

She took his hand and crossed the threshold, marveling at his home.

“I only ask that you leave your shoes here. I prefer a barefoot residence.”

“Oh, sure,” she replied, slipping out of her shoes, feeling the comfortable warmth of his floors on her bare skin. “This is really an amazing place,” she added, staring in awe at the three-sixty view through walls that were opaque on the outside but clear from within.

“Thank you. I am quite fond of it,” he replied with a knowing grin. “May I take your coat?”

“Of course,” she said, shedding the garment seductively, watching with great delight as parts of him reacted of their own accord at the sight of her.

He took her coat, pausing to gently put his hand on her cheek, leaning down and giving her the softest, most tender of kisses, the power of his thundering passion tangible, barely restrained behind it. “I am so very glad to see you. Make yourself comfortable.”

She walked around, looking at his decor while he hung her coat in a small closet. The place was not only clean and organized, but he also had a very nice selection of plants in every room. Sure, on this world he probably had an AI look after them for him, but nevertheless, a man who had living plants rather than dead ones was always a plus in her book.

“I am almost done. Come, join me. We’ll share some wine while I finish up.”

“Almost done with what?” she asked, the smells from the kitchen only becoming detectable when they entered that room. Apparently, he had subtle force units separating each room, keeping odors from traveling. Another small but impressive detail. “Oh, man. What is that?”

He poured two glasses of wine from an oddly shaped bottle, handing one to her with a happy smile plastered to his face. The man was utterly beside himself playing host for her. And now that she saw what he’d been cooking, she could see why.

“This is a vintage bottle of Soolox. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion, and I am grateful to you for providing one.”

She accepted the glass, smelling the burgundy elixir within. It was unusual, unlike Earth wine, but it smelled really nice. She clinked glasses with him and took a sip.

“Wow. That’s good.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, turning his attention back to the dishes cooking on what these aliens used for a stovetop. No open flames, no electric hot pads. But somehow his pots were heated, suspended on an energy field atop an almost invisible kitchen island upon which multiple dishes were cooking.

“I had no idea you cooked.”

“It is a hobby. We are all so used to having machinery prepare whatever we might desire, yet there is something viscerally satisfying about preparing a meal for those important to us with our own hands. At least, I feel this way.”

Olivia leaned over an open pot, inhaling deeply. The aromas were unlike any she’d ever smelled back home in a most fascinating way.

“I appreciate the effort, Rykker. This smells amazing.”

“Just wait until you taste it,” he replied, a wicked gleam in his eye.

Amazingly, he kept himself in check, focusing instead on finishing the preparation, intent on making the best impression possible on the woman gracing him with her company. When they did finally sit to eat, he presented her with a multi-course spread of fascinating delights. Every last item was not only to her liking but could not have hit the spot more. The man had some serious skills in the kitchen.

“How did you know I would like this?” she asked after sampling a bite of an odd-smelling sort of alien ratatouille.

“I merely noted which flavors you were fond of and incorporated that knowledge into the meal.”

“Wait, when did you have a chance to do that?”

“When we were trekking. Some of the foodstuffs were less to your liking than others. And the berries and vegetables we foraged along the way further helped me deduce what you would like.

Olivia was floored. This guy paid attention , she marveled. Like, he really paid attention.

“Are you okay? Is something not to your liking?”

“No, it’s perfect. Thank you. You outdid yourself.”

Rykker’s cheeks darkened, a shockingly bashful look flitting across his face. For all his size, strength, and raw masculinity, he was still new to all of this. At least with a real woman. And Olivia found it utterly charming.

They talked and talked, their gazes lingering on one another affectionately as they discussed absolutely everything. His childhood and hers. What life was like growing up on each of their respective worlds. Their goals and wishes, hopes and dreams. And the more they talked, the closer Olivia felt to him. He was not just a great listener, but he was an active one, asking questions and actually caring about the answers.

That he smelled even better than the food wasn’t so bad either, and as they slowly finished the bottle of wine, she found herself wanting more than his cooking in her mouth.

Rykker was clearing their dishes, moving the pots into a cleaning unit, when Olivia slid close behind him and wrapped her hand around from the back, squeezing his bulge and nearly making him drop the dishes. Before he could even react she pivoted around him and slid to her knees, pulling his trousers down, freeing his beautiful cock.

“Olivia, I—” he started to say.

She cut him short, licking his shaft from base to tip, making his whole body shiver. He was so clean tasting, only the faintest hint of saltiness to his skin. A drop of pre-cum glistened from the tip of his cock as she reached it, flicking her tongue around it, savoring the salinity, the taste of it setting her loins aflame and her Infala churning with want.

“Mine,” she mumbled, sliding him into her mouth with ravenous greed, sucking hard, his cock stiffening even more on her tongue as she bobbed her head on his glorious manhood.

She cupped his balls with one hand, feeling their heft and heat, her other hand reaching around and grabbing his ass, pulling him close as she worked his cock every which way she knew how. Rykker dropped the pots onto the counter, bracing himself as his legs threatened to buckle, the pleasure almost too intense to withstand.

“I–I don’t think I can hold on much longer,” he gasped, shocked at how this woman somehow made all of his years of training and control fail him.

She pulled him out of her mouth, looking up at him with ravenous lust. “Good,” was all she said before slipping her lips back over his shaft with gusto.

Rykker, to his credit, tried to hold on, but the motion of her tongue on the bottom of his cock while her hand gently caressed his balls was just too much. She felt him tense and knew it was coming any second, pulling back a little so he wasn’t right against her throat. She knew how hard he came, and she wanted to feel him gushing across her tongue.

Rykker cried out, grabbing onto the counter as he came, his orgasm rushing from him with force and heat as his balls contracted tight to his body. Olivia was delighted to find that the pheromonal bond not only made him smell good, but his taste was absolutely aphrodisiacal, arousing her even more as she savored his salty flavor like she’d never experienced with any man.

He twitched a few moments, breathing hard, then reached down, pulling her to her feet. His lips met hers, his tongue in her mouth, sharing his cum as their tongues danced with electric desire. He slid his hand up her dress to find she wasn’t wearing any undergarments. That, and how absolutely wet she was.

His strong hands spun her around, one hand pushing her forward over the counter while the other slowly slid her dress up, the material teasing up her thighs and over her ass. He rubbed his cock against her clit from behind, making her body jerk spasmodically, then pressed it against her dripping hole, sliding all the way in and falling into a steady rhythm, hard as ever and ready for more.

Olivia came almost immediately when he reached around and rubbed her clit, the first climax hitting her so hard and fast she nearly slid off the counter. But Rykker held her in place, relentlessly pounding her to another series of orgasms, each a little stronger than the last until she had to beg him to stop, if only for a minute.

He obliged, lifting her in his arms and carrying her to his bedroom. It was, like the rest of his house, immaculate. There were also some interesting additions, if she was interested.

“Do you enjoy restraints?” he asked, pulling a series of padded cuffs and straps from a sealed container.

Olivia knew he’d never used them with anyone but marveled that part of their training included even the kinkier joys of life. She couldn’t help but wonder.

“I’m game,” she said, absolutely confident of her safety with this man. The sub was the one in control in this setting and they both knew it.

“Give me your hands,” he said, gently sliding a padded cuff over each of them then cinching them tight. “And your ankles.”

Olivia obliged, the pressure of the cuffs wonderfully arousing, like a soft leather hug.

Rykker lifted her and flipped her onto her stomach, quickly attaching her wrists and ankles to the straps, fastening them to clip points on the force-generated bed. “Setting four-oh,” he said, the bed shifting its position, a comfortably soft pressure raising her ass up in the air while supporting her chest and head, leaving her with her face unobstructed and breathing easily.

“Vorix,” he said. “Say this word and I will stop at once.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” she shot back, her aching pussy straining for him to penetrate her and make her his.

But Rykker, just this once, did not do as she said, rather taking his time, teasing her body with gentle caresses. His hand slapped against her ass, the sound shocking her more than the impact. He rubbed the reddened cheek, then slapped it again, switching to the other, then moving between them, pausing to kiss the now heated flesh, his tongue trailing down between her legs.

Olivia was absolutely aching for him, her nerve endings on fire.

She nearly blacked out when he finally pushed his cock into her, plunging deep, filling her up in the most delicious way. She pulled hard on the restraints, the tension of her flexed muscles adding to the pleasure as he began thrusting into her. The ball of tingling, sparkly energy in her chest spread fast through the rest of her body, making every inch of her feel like a sexual organ throbbing with stimulation. It was incredible and almost too much.

Almost .

“Yes! Yes!” she cried out as he fucked her even harder, her body supported just right on the wonderful force cushion. “More. I want…Oooooh fuck!” she blurted as he slipped a thick finger in her ass, this time pressing his digit down against the rippling, thrusting length of his cock as it thrust in her pussy, applying mind-blowing pressure to it from inside her ass.

Olivia’s hearing went muffled, and her head felt hotter than the sun as her world cracked open. She came over and over, thrashing and bucking, held in place by her restraints and the man impaling her on his cock.

He was relentless, pounding her with a crazy gusto, the veins on his neck standing out as his body tensed, his balls finally erupting again with a massive climax, filling her up until his cum started flooding out of her with every thrust. But he was not stopping. He couldn’t stop. It was all too good. Too intense. And she was loving every second of it.

The two of them were intertwined, their orgasmic bliss linked, feeding off one another as they came together over and over again.

When time finally registered once again, Olivia felt the tension on her arms and legs release. A moment later Rykker’s twitching cock slid out from its newfound home, hot cum and juices trickling down her leg. He triggered the bed once more, the mattress going flat with an indentation for his arm. He slid it underneath her, wrapping her in his embrace and holding her ever so tight. Olivia was utterly spent, her body taken to its limits and beyond, feeling almost as if her very spirit was leaving its shell from the intensity of their union.

“You are all I want,” she heard him whisper just before she drifted off to sleep. “You and me. Doing this for the rest of our lives.”