27. Axl

“In your ideal life what would you want to happen?”

“I don’t know. I don’t have all the details to know what my options are.”

“But from what you do know…” I look into Georgiana’s brown eyes and hope that I will see those eyes for the rest of my life.

“In an ideal world, I would want you to live on Earth with me.”

“I wish it were possible.”

“How is it that you were on Earth before? I mean how did you disguise yourself.”

“I have a wearable holo device so I can look like any species or object in the galaxy.”

“Oh,” she says impressed. “Can you turn yourself into a cat?”

“My translator is giving me a description. I’m unfamiliar with those small animals, but yes, I could look like a cat but I would still have the physical form I have now.”

“So you’d be a giant cat?”

“No, I’d appear small… Georgiana, I don’t want to talk about how my holo device works.”

“I’m just trying to understand. Why couldn’t you use that device to live on Earth?”

“Because it’s illegal. I don’t want to live my life as an Outcast or criminal. Also I don’t want to live my life in hiding, pretending to be something I’m not.”

“What future do we have then? I’m sorry Axl, I love you, but I can’t return to the Empire. Especially knowing you wouldn’t even be living there with me.”

“What could I do to convince you?” It’s difficult watching the tears form in her eyes as she shakes her head. “I promise to keep you safe. My mother and sister will keep you safe if we are married. It’s the law.”

“Axl, I need more than people keeping me safe just because it’s the law or their duty. I want to live in a community where I belong and not just because it’s the law. I know If I remained in the Empire I would resent you.”

“Even with our seven children?”

“Even with our seven sacred children. I don’t think seven children could fill the hole in my heart when you are away nor heal the wounds from the disdain Alliance people have for humans. I never believed in soul mates before I met you, but now I think it’s a cruel joke to meet you and not be able to be together. So what are we going to do?”

I don’t answer but pull her closer to me and hold her. This feels so right, why isn’t the galaxy cooperating and giving us a future?

I want to convince her to move to the Empire. I want to make her astronomical emotional and material promises. But I know it doesn’t matter. In her heart, she can’t do it. My mother and sister were right about Georgiana, she doesn’t want to live in the Empire. And despite loving me, she’d rather lose me than live there.

I kiss her as if this may be our last time together. She kisses me back. Slowly. Her cheeks are wet with tears. I wipe them away with my thumbs, still kissing her. The she puts her hands on my shoulders and urges me onto my back.

As she straddles me she says, “I still feel guilty about what happened with the High Priestess.”

That seems like such a long time ago. “You want me to uphold my end of the bargain now? You’ll have to remind me.”

“You know what you said, Axl.”

“Do you feel guilty about not returning to the Empire? Is that why you want me to spank you?”

“Yes.”

I run my hands over her hips. Spanking her is one of the last things I want to do to her now.

“Axl, I want you to show me how the pain makes the pleasure sweeter. You promised. I want to feel what atonement feels like. I want you to forgive me for leaving.”

My hands glide down to her ankles. Then back up to her hips but this time I take the hem of her dress with them. I guide her dress up her body and over her head, then I throw it in the corner. She’s naked except for her stockings now. I channel my disappointment of her decision into this action now. I grasp her nipples and squeeze harder than I should. “Lie down across my thighs.”

She gasps but does as I tell her. Perhaps she’s more Alliance than I think. I sit up and survey her pink bottom. It’s flawless. I run my hand over her cheeks, squeezing them and then I ask her, “Do you want atonement?”

“I want forgiveness. I’m so sorry Axl.”

I smack her hard across her backside. The sting on my hand and the red that appears on her is satisfying. “Why are you sorry?”

“Because,” I strike her in the middle of her sentence and she falters, “I’m choosing to leave you, but selfishly, I want you to forgive me.”

I spank her again and then rub her red skin. I can’t help but allow my hands to wander between her legs as well. “But even in asking for atonement you’re aroused.”

“I can’t help it. I always am when you’re near.”

I smack her again.

“Harder. Please forgive me.”

I strike her harder. No where near the force I would use on another man, but harder than I ever thought I would use on her. She makes a groan and I wonder if that was too hard.

“Again,” she says.

I do it and then continue with even strokes until I’ve reached ten. Her backside is bright red against the rest of her pale skin. I lean down and kiss where I’ve hit her. “I forgive you Georgiana.” I repeat this over and over again as I kiss her across her backside. I feel her body relax. “This is the pleasure.”

Being conscious of her backside, I turn back over on my back and urge her up to my face. “Kneel straddling my face and I’ll give you the pleasure you want.”

She obeys me and I put my hands on thighs and give her sex one long lick. As my tongue glides along her body, the scent of her is unmistakable and it surrounds me. “I’m going to go slowly to open you up like a flower.”

She doesn’t respond as I take my time licking her vulva until her sex begins to open up and glistens not only from my own saliva but from her desire.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold this position,” she says. “But I don’t want to move.”

“Bed,” I say from in between her legs. “Give Georgiana a handlebar.” Instantly a handrail appears for her to hold. “That should help. I want you to orgasm just like this.”

She holds on to the bar at just the right level and then I devour her. I eat her vulva like a hungry animal, using her flexibility with the bar to slightly swing her back and forth across my face as I bring her to orgasm again and again. “I never want you to leave me.”

“I can’t stay in the Empire. We only have now.”

“Be my wife now.” She doesn’t answer me immediately, but I think it’s only because she’s on the verge of another orgasm.

“I can give you now. These few days,” she answers after she’s ridden out her next orgasm on my face.

I’m both heartbroken and elated. We will have to make memories for the next seven days that will last the rest of our lives. Memories that will last for the rest of my life.