10. Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Iris

Our new destination is a place much different than the residence Remus keeps in the mountains. It floats high above the city, the interior walls stretching high to give it more space than I've ever seen. It has much less greenery than the mountain home, but it contains foreign plants that I assume are native to Remus's planet. There are actually a lot of objects that I assume are native to Remus's planet, as the entire room looks foreign to me. I am pleased that I can make out the furniture and kitchen area, however.

"I am shocked at the level of obedience you exhibited today. I thought for sure you were going to test me," Remus says as he enters the room. "Especially since we were in the public eye," he adds.

He looks natural in this space. And the smile that accompanies his sentence makes me uneasy. Smiles on Remus are a rare sight. He voices his amusement and smirks, sure. But a smile fueled by joy is rare. I take a deep breath at the sudden rise in my heartbeat as he continues to watch me, and I'm sure he can hear it. As if to prove my speculation, his eyes travel to my chest, and his smile widens, exposing his straight white teeth and those abnormally sharp canines. I quickly lower my eyes to somewhat protect myself from his gaze, but it only adds to his upbeat mood.

"Oh, I see. You have finally gained apprehension in my presence," he says.

I tense when I hear the sound of his approach, my shoulders bunching the closer he gets. But instead of stopping in front of me like I expect, he continues to walk past me to the open space that overlooks the city. I don't miss the deep chuckle that leaves his lips as he does so, enjoying my reaction.

"This is our home for the next few months while I finish business on this godforsaken planet," he says. I silently approach, stepping past the beige-hued furniture. The entire wall and ceiling are glass. I look at Remus as I register what he said.

"Finish?" I ask.

Remus now looks at me, irritation quickly hiding itself as he takes in my expression. He takes a small step, closing the gap between us as he reaches for the necklace around my neck.

"I'm on this planet for one purpose. To complete that purpose, I must relocate to the required location at the required time. For now, this is the required location. "

"The city?" I ask as he turns away from me, walking toward the hallway. He simultaneously loosens the foreign jewelry that covers his arms as he responds to me.

"Yes. This is one of our capitals." Remus rounds the corner as he speaks, and I take off after him, putting on a light jog just to keep up with his long stride.

"Why is this city a required location—Ah!" In my hurry, I don't notice that Remus has stopped, crashing right into him. I stumble back from the rigid force, tripping over my own feet as I collide with the ground. I grunt in pain, looking up to see Remus glaring at me. He doesn't have to voice it. I know exactly what he's thinking.

I've grown too bold.

I slowly stand, lowering my head in submission.

"I'm sorry," I murmur. I silently wait for his punishment, but it doesn't come. He walks away from me without speaking, leaving me alone in the hallway once again.

Once Remus gets everything settled and we're both cleaned up from the trip, he takes me into the dining room to eat. The view that rests beyond the glass window is beautiful as the sun sets over the sky. The lights that begin to glow from the buildings aren't as harsh as they were when humanity owned the Earth. There are different colors and levels of brightness, as well as pulsing beams. It adds such an alien beauty to the scenery that stretches for miles.

"You're not eating again?" I tense at the sudden sound of Remus's voice. When I look up, he's walking into the room without a shirt on, nor is his hair pulled back. My eyes immediately fall to the symbol that marks his chest, which catches my attention. It's almost as if it's alive… like its pulse matches his life.

It's captivating.

"Iris." I blink, looking from Remus's marking to his face, which is displaying irritation.

"I just got caught up in the view," I say. I don't bother expressing my lack of hunger. If I do, he'll just make me go to bed early with him, which gives him a long time to do the things he's been doing to my body. It's as if he never gets tired or has any limits. It's confusing being around him as a being. He looks human from a general standpoint, but the longer I spend around him, the clearer it is that he is anything but.

Remus takes a seat next to me, turning to look out the window. His eyes move slowly over the scenery, taking it in for the first time instead of ignoring it. It makes me wonder if he's ever been homesick. According to him, Earth isn't the first planet he's taken over, nor is its people the first race he's ever conquered. As I stare at the mystery that is Remus, I want to know more about this alien that humanity knows nothing about.

" Aeusenah ," The foreign word rolls off Remus's tongue, and I look at him in confusion.

"What?" I ask.

He gives me a light smirk before responding.

" Aeusenah. It's the name of this city. There are twenty cities total inhabiting the Earth."

"Only twenty?" I ask in shock. He nods his head .

"There's no need for more. The Earth is all but conquered," he says without hesitation.

"My race sees no need for excessive settlements on planets. We inhabit the practical locations and leave the rest of the forests, mountains, and wildlife to themselves to expand and extend the life of the planet if need be." Remus says it all without remorse as if he hadn't wiped out the main species living on the planet for this plan to exist.

"Don't you think it's wrong that you just came in and wiped out an entire civilization?" I ask.

Instead of anger or irritation, amusement shines bright on his features.

"I think... that the last person who should lecture me on wiping out civilizations is a human," he says.

I narrow my eyes at him. Now he's treating me like I'm naive.

"That was our past, though. We learned from our mistakes. We built a better future by avoiding what our forefathers did," I say in irritation.

Remus chuckles at my words.

"Oh? Because when I arrived, your leaders were fighting over lands that were already claimed, resources that weren't theirs to keep, and on the verge of destroying your own planet with man-made weapons, just to spite each other. You not only had multiple wars in your modern age, but people were fighting amongst each other, within the same city and countries, at each other's necks, and for what? Did none of you stop to think for one second that you shouldn't be this way to your own kind? That the land and the planet you inhabit is all you had?"

I don't know how to respond. No matter what I say, he's always going to use that argument against me. And deep down, I know he's right. I wasn't old enough to fully understand what was happening, but I remember the protests. I remember the wars, and I remember my parents' discussions about the state of the world at dinners.

Yet, it still bothers me that he uses this as an excuse for his actions.

Remus takes my silence with glee.

"Is my little pet getting frustrated?" he laughs next to me. His body's warmth is noticeable as he moves closer to mine.

"No," I murmur, trying to deter his enthusiastic mood, but it's useless. He's ready to play. Remus pulls me from my seat onto his lap, adjusting my legs so I am straddling him. I feel my cheeks burning from embarrassment at the exposure of this position, and Remus adds to it by moving his hands under the dress I am wearing.

"If it's any consolation, there is a pesky thorn in my side," he murmurs as he tugs on the fabric, causing it to tear. My bare flesh is exposed to his gaze, his eyes burning bright as the gears begin to turn in his head.

"How about we play a game?" he asks in excitement.

"A game?" I repeat.

He places a soft kiss right underneath my collarbone, smiling .

"That is what I said, Pet. You've been so good today, and so full of questions, I think it's time for a reward," he murmurs.

His kiss moves lower, right on top of my breast.

"I will let you ask me three questions. And I will answer them honestly. You, however, cannot make a sound once you've asked." He leans in, running his tongue over my exposed nipple, and I shudder just as a dull throb forms between my legs.

"Simple, right?" he says, pulling away from me.

I look into his eyes and notice the blue flecks within his irises are beginning to glow brightly. He's excited. Very excited . I tense when I feel the hard press of his erection against my sex as I sit atop him.

"Do we have a deal, Pet?" he asks, his impatience shining through. And to top it all off, he smiles.

I slowly nod my head, and no sooner than I do, my body is lifted through the air. I hear the crash of plates as Remus throws them all to the floor before my back can touch the bare table. His hands press on either side of my thighs, and he spreads them wide, causing me to sit up immediately in protest.

"Wait, Remus—" His gaze locks on me.

"No, Pet. This is your first and last warning." He roughly pulls my legs toward him, causing me to slide forward and my back firm against the table again.

"Not a sound."

His tongue presses between my folds, and immediately my back arches as pleasure I haven't experienced before travels from my clit. I'm seconds from crying out when I remember the rules. So, I hold my breath, a tiny squeak leaving me. Remus doesn't acknowledge it, though.

"First question?" he murmurs, placing a soft kiss on my hip bone. I open my mouth to speak the very moment he dives back in.

"How long has it been since you invaded?" I moan through my words as Remus purposely manipulates my body. He stops, rising above me as he pulls my legs so that my lower body is hanging off the table. He then places one arm on the side of my head just as his finger slips inside my wet channel. My breathing hitches as my inner walls close around his fingers, the throb I felt intensifying as it begins to build from his movement.

"Hmm, I guess it would be thirteen of your human years. Though I have been back and forth, this is the first time I've remained for longer than a few of your months," he says.

I repeat the number in my head over and over again, hoping to solidify it. For as long as they've invaded, I've been curious about just how much time has passed—how much of my life I've lived. But I don't have the chance to dwell on it as Remus pushes another finger inside of me, coaxing my arousal further. My legs involuntarily spread wider, my hips moving toward his hand. I make sure to bite my tongue to stop the moans from leaving my lips.

"You're doing surprisingly well," he laughs. I open my eyes just in time to see him pulling his fingers from my sex. They're glistening with my juices, and he keeps his gaze focused on mine as he places them in his mouth. The action is erotic in itself, causing my inner walls to clench in anticipation.

"Let's see how far you can get," he adds as he moves over me. I hear the sound of him unfastening his pants, and I tense when I feel his heated tip rubbing alongside my outer entrance as he coats himself in my arousal. His eyes meet mine as he positions himself at my entrance and enters me. He pushes with a maddeningly slow pace that stretches my inner walls pleasurably. I find myself arching my back, my hands pressing against his chest. I open my mouth to groan but settle for a gasp.

No noise. No noise. No noise.

Remus pulls out of me slowly before thrusting back in with speed and power that forces out a sound. My hands fly over my mouth, and I bite my tongue.

"Second question," he says huskily over me.

My voice comes out shaky, but I speak.

"Why are you so different from your race?" I spill the words out quickly so that I don't moan in between. Remus smiles softly, and I feel his hands snake up my body. He leans in, licking my throat, forcing pleasure to rocket through me.

"Such a clever pet," he says softly. "Why don't I answer that one later?"

Before I can complain, his lips latch onto my throat, and I feel my body being lifted from the table. Remus moves back to his seat, with me positioned on top of his lap as he remains lodged inside of me. I place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, my breathing trembling from his lack of movement. When I open my eyes, his eyes are focused on mine. He slowly reaches up, snaking his hand between my breasts to rest at the base of my throat. His thumb lightly trails over the sensitive flesh before he cups my jaw, pulling me in close. His eyes remain on my face as he pulls me in, his lips closing over mine.

His fingers snake through my hair, pulling me in deeper for the kiss, and I feel him lightly tracing his tongue over my bottom lip. Suddenly, he begins to thrust. I cry out, and he uses the moment to push his tongue into my mouth, stroking every corner until he has tasted everything I have to offer. The penetration from this angle is too deep, forcing cries from my lips. I break the kiss, tossing my head back as my moans echo off the walls. I feel Remus's hands wrap around my waist, holding me steady atop him as his thick length plunges deep inside my wet channel. I feel everything from this angle. My nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders as my pleasure builds even further. He won't give me a break, nor will he slow down.

My inner walls begin to quiver slightly from the feel of his shaft thrusting in and out of me. His earlier actions between my legs have left my body alive and wanting with need for him. I feel his fingers thread through my hair, and he roughly jerks my head back, exposing my throat to him. His tongue leaves a scorching trail over my exposed flesh, accompanied by the light scrape of his teeth. I think he's going to bite me, but he doesn't. He only kisses me. Gently. Which is a stark contrast to what he's doing to my sex. His hands move from my throat to my shoulders, to my waist, and he holds me steady just as he gives three hard thrusts, forcing my body to orgasm. My inner walls clench around his shaft, pulsating as pleasure rocks me. I close my eyes, unable to focus any longer, just as ecstasy washes over me.

I feel Remus shudder underneath me, sheathing himself all the way before the warmth of his seed fills me from the inside. The feel of him draws my climax out even more, and eventually, I come down from my high, my body so weak that I fall forward on Remus, lying against his chest. His hair lightly tickles my face as I lay in the crook of his neck. I'm weak and trembling. Yet Remus has barely even broken a sweat. His body is warm like always, and there is a light glow across his chest, but that's it. He's barely winded.

"I win," he chuckles.

I sit on the edge of the bed, watching Remus exit the bathroom. He's naked once again, and I find myself studying him in fascination. I've never seen a man naked before. But Remus has set a high standard if there were ever a person to come after him. His body is lean, and his chest and stomach are lined with defined muscle. My eyes slowly drift to the softened cock between his legs. Even when he isn't aroused, his size is intimidating. I also note that the light trail of hair that appears at the lower half of his stomach and trails to his pubic bone matches the color of his hair. It's a peculiar sight .

"Enjoying the view?" I quickly look away, embarrassment washing over me.

Remus finds amusement in my reaction.

"You can look at me, Iris. It's only natural for you to be curious. Or even aroused," he chuckles, walking away from me.

After a few minutes, he comes back to me, my blood running cold from what's in his hands. It's the pink liquid. He hands it to me, eyeing me expectantly, so I bring it to my lips, drinking it down.

"The Leviathan race is a powerful group of people. They have been in existence for a very long time. The race's society was originally based on predation and domination. They have always been a race that works for each other. Never against one another." I stop my sipping as Remus speaks to me, explaining a history no human knows.

"My mother came from a world unknown to the Leviathan. She always was, they would say. She is considered an elder among the Leviathan. A leader. She lived for many years among them. She guided them into being a civilized society and led them into prosperity. Unfortunately, with all weaker races, there comes a time when they believe in ruling themselves. And out of their greed, they sealed my mother away, leading to their downfall."

My attention has been completely captured as Remus tells me how he came to be. I may very well be the only human ever to hear or have heard this story from the being himself—the story of how one of the most powerful beings came to exist .

"They fell into chaos without her and almost died out. So, when they came to their senses and asked for her return, it was too late. She had left the people who condemned her. And though they betrayed her, there was a soft spot in her heart for the society she created—the people she guided into a cultured civilization."

"I have my mother's traits. Her eyes. Her hair. Her abilities. As do my siblings. This symbolizes our divinity among this society and why we are so different from the Leviathan because we are the spitting image of our mother. The one who saved them from themselves."

I stare at Remus with wide eyes, completely worn down from trying to wrap my mind around what he's telling me. Remus steps closer to me, kneeling as he takes hold of my hand.

"So, you see, Pet. I am different because I am not Leviathan." His gaze is focused on my palm as he places something in my hand, closing my grip around the object.

"And, for the sake of my mother's love, I lead this race to salvation. Just as she did. Without me, they would burn," he says.

His gaze moves up to mine, and I can't help but see him in an entirely new light as I gaze into those celestial eyes. There's no telling what he's seen throughout his life, however long that may have been.

"That is the purpose for which I was created."

He offers me a small smile before standing to leave the room. I can't help but stare at his retreating form. His curious features now have new meanings and explanations behind them, forcing chills to break across my skin just imagining it. I slowly lower my gaze to look at the object he placed in my hand, gasping. Tears blur my vision as I take in the familiar silver pendant with a new chain attached to it.

It's my locket.