Faer’s Command: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Science Fiction Alien Romance) (Survival Wars Book 3) (4 page)

            “I'll do my best,” Elle whispered earnestly,
vaguely alarmed at how intensely she felt this but knew it was true with every
fiber of her being; she wanted to save Faer's people. She might not have met
any of them, but if they were so desperate to help their people that Faer had
traveled across the sea of stars that separated them, she was going to throw
her entire self at the problem until it was solved. Faer stared at her with
deep lapis lazuli eyes glimmering in tender affection that transcended species.
Taking her hand in theirs again, Faer leaned forward ever so slightly, eyes
hooded as they looked at their laced fingers in muted wonder. “Just don't let
me do it alone. Please stay by me, Faer.”

            “If that is what you need of me, then I shall,
Anne Claire,” their free hand brushed her hair away from her face with the
intimacy of a lover, and she all but purred, leaning into their soft touch.
“You still appear to have an underlying sense of fear,” Faer noted in an almost
absentminded tone as they continued to lightly stroke her cheek. She flushed
under the observation, and had to resist the urge to bury her head under the
mound of blankets she was wrapped up in.

            “I think it's just what's left of my nervous
energy from everything that happened.” She pulled the blankets up just enough
to cover her cheeks. “It's not every day I fall asleep in front of a stranger
and wake up in space, you know. A girl might not know how to feel about that.”
She giggled, truly only intending to make light of the situation, but Faer grew
pensive, as though they were contemplating something rather weighty.

            “May I...” not for the first time since they
were able to communicate in the same language, Faer seemed to ponder over their
choice of words, as though they were unsure of whether to ask what was on their
mind or not. “May I connect with you again? It might help to ease your lingering
worries.”

            “What,” Anne Claire swallowed. “What exactly do
you mean, Faer?” She asked, her voice a mere whisper against the fleece of her
blankets. She could feel her heart racing at the thought of what Faer could be
asking. As strange as it was to feel this way, she knew that she wanted to feel
that telepathic connection with them again, to feel that strangely deep mental
chain linking the two of them together on a level that she had never
experienced before. For all her enthusiasm, however, she wanted to be
absolutely sure that that was what Faer was asking of her before she went off
and jumped to conclusions. It wouldn't do either of them any good to presume to
know what Faer was talking about; they could have just been asking for a cuddle
for all she knew.

            “May I connect with you?” Faer asked again. “May
I link my mind with yours in the same way as when I used it to understand your
language? It might seem strange, but my people have often used this link to
soothe one another in times of crisis, and I believe that it might help you to
have a more restful sleep.” Faer hesitated a moment. “It is a telepathic link
through which we can share feelings and, if you were comfortable with the idea,
memories as well. Though admittedly, that tends to be used more for quick
information gathering rather than emotional support.”

            “I see,” she croaked from her blanket. She tried
swallow through the sudden dryness in her throat as Faer continued.

            “Sharing memories can come later, if that is too
much for you; perhaps it would be more prudent for that to happen tomorrow when
we begin to work. I just...” they winced, their eyes a stormy Hematite gray as
they swirled with conflicting emotions. “I felt something unlike I have ever
felt before when I looked into your mind, and again when I held your hand. I
want to understand this feeling better, but I will not press the matter. What
matters most to me in this moment is that you are comfortable, Anne Claire.”

            Perhaps it was because she hadn't felt her heart
hammering this hard in her chest before, or it might have had something to do
with the way that Faer, this new entry in her life, was being so caring and
considerate of her, but she suddenly found herself not afraid of what they were
offering. She nodded and pulled the blankets away from her face.

            “Yes,” Anne Claire said hoarsely before she
cleared her throat and tried again. “I want to feel what you're feeling. Let's
start there. We can...we can share memories a little later. Ease me into this
whole telepathy thing, yeah?” Faer's smile was more breathtaking than any
sunrise over any of the thousands of beautiful vistas one could find on a
postcard, and she allowed herself to get lost in the glimmering of their golden
eyes as the hand that had been stroking her cheek now cupped the back of her
head lightly. Their other hand came up to lightly stroke her temple as Faer
leaned over her, seemingly hovering over her.

            Although staring deeply into Faer's eyes, ever
changing in their color, was absolutely mesmerizing, Anne Claire still opted to
let her eyes so slide shut to better focus on the sensations that were washing
over her, both the ones that she was feeling herself and the ones that were
being shared with her through Faer, and soon found herself awash in an all-encompassing,
bone deep level of comfort that she had both never experienced in her life
before, and never wanted to be wrenched out of again. The wispy tendrils of
Faer's mind stroked against the proverbial doorway into her mind softly,
patiently, waiting for her to let them in when she was comfortable. With a
stuttering breath, she let every sense of tension in her body go lax, and let
Faer in. Even with her express consent given to them to explore the very depths
of her soul, she could feel Faer just floating there, slowly sinking toward the
center of her consciousness, simply taking in everything that made her Anne
Claire Brahmsworth who she was. She soon found herself drifting along the,
'current,' of the link between them toward Faer's emotional center, and let
herself become lost in their emotions.

            The feeling was very strange to her; on the one
hand, she was still very aware of what was around her in then now; she could
feel Momo's warmth curled around her feet, the soft blankets lying atop her,
and Faer easing themselves beside her on the bed. She felt how warm she was
growing under the bundle of blankets and could consciously move her foot out
from under them. And yet, at the same time, she was also
not
there, in
the comfort of her bed with Faer beside her and Momo at her feet. She was
swimming freely in Faer's very essence, letting their affection seep into her
soul and basking in the sensation of being...what was that? A quiet whisper of
Faer's thoughts drifted into her thoughts as clearly as though they had spoken
aloud, saying,
'You are different and that is both frightening and
fascinating. I feel as though I could love you and that thought is strange to
me.'
The feeling was frightening, but welcome, and even reciprocated on her
part.

            To reassure Faer, she thought in a whisper,
terrified that anything thought louder would spook them away,
'This is all
new to me, too, but you're wonderful and I'm already falling for you and I'm
alright with that because you make me feel safer than I've ever felt with
someone before.'
She sucked in a breath and held it, anxiety tearing her
insides up at the admission. Present telepathic connection to another being
notwithstanding, she had never before left herself so exposed with the
admission that she just murmured in the corner of her mind that Faer had
floated toward.

            Somewhere, amidst them sharing their affections
and floating in this new, shared space, something else begins to well up inside
of her – in them
both
– that they had either not accounted for or conveniently
pretended wasn't a possibility:
arousal
. Hot, thick, and heavy between
them, it began as a niggling, mutual curiosity amidst their thoughts of
feelings and love. That curiosity fed itself in a continuous loop between them
until Anne Claire accidentally conjured an image of the both of them entwined
together, connected as lovers.

            She hadn't even realized that Faer had seen it,
too until they let out a physical gasp. She didn't even have a whole second to
feel mortification for her lewd thought before she felt it; a sudden,
undeniable spike of heady arousal from somewhere in their link that most
certainly
didn't come from her. Her interest piqued, she allowed the thought to flourish,
an entire scene of them coupled enacting itself like a video that didn't exist.

            Faer panted beside her, and suddenly she
felt
everything that they were now fantasizing about together; suddenly, in their
shared mental space, Faer was tracing the contours of her body until their long
slender fingers were inquisitively mapping out her body, as if trying to find
the places that felt the best for her without having to ask. They were doing
their best to understand what pleased her the most through her thoughts guiding
them, and that concept astounded her.

            In the relative darkness of the shared space
between their minds, the rest of her senses came alight with heightened
stimulation; the could feel the soft blankets on her bed slipped away from her
body by inches as she writhed against the long, cool fingertips mapping a path
along her side toward her hip. Her back bowed rigidly with a gasp when those
clever lips of theirs began to leave open mouthed kisses along her middle, from
her hip up to the valley of her breasts.

            Her wriggling in response to their touches
allowed the fabric of the blankets to brush her body with feather light
caresses as they inched down her body. When their hands had crept up the
concave planes of her body and cupped her breasts, she felt them lean closer to
her; their breath brushed against the valley of her bosom, her nipples pebbling
from the attention, and she sucked in a breath in anticipation of what they
might do to her next.

            The conflicting sensations – the feelings of
what the two of them were conjuring in their shared space versus what her body
was physically feeling; she could feel Faer lying beside her on the bed with
their hands lightly holding her head close, and yet, she could feel them all
around her, fingers gently probing inside of her and making her shiver in
pleasure. The conflicting sensations that were coursing through her left her
feeling as though she were floating between worlds; infinitesimal possibilities
of where this could go and what they could for one another,
to
one
another ran through their linked connection, and all at once she somehow felt
pleasure from every parallel version of their mental coupling. The overwhelming
sense of mounting ecstasy send her reeling.

           
'Tell me where to touch,'
their voice was
low and breathy in her mind, and a delicious press of their hips against hers
in their shared mental space gave away their arousal, long and hot against her
thigh. She felt their breath stutter against her when she moved her thigh to
stroke against it. Flames lick her insides as her mind tried to sculpt what
their organ would feel like working inside of her based off of what she could
feel. '
Guide my hands, Anne Claire. Tell me with your mind what will make
you feel euphoria.'

            “Here,” she nearly fumbled for him with her
physical body before remembering, through the haze of her arousal, that all of
this was just in their minds. With a clumsy but cohesive thought, she reached
for their hand, groping around awkwardly for a moment before finding their
spindly arm and sliding her fingers down to their hand to guide it further down
the planes of her body.

            With her coaxing, they cupped her feminine
folds, her outer labia fluttering from the teasing touch. '
Need to feel you
more...'
through the pleasant fuzziness clouding her mind, she hoped they
understood what she was asking for. To try and aid them in their endeavor, she
recalled times where she touched herself and the movements of her fingers
against her clit that sent her toppling over the edge. She felt Faer's lips
part against her neck in a shaky exhale, and it was only then that she realized
that she forgot to breathe.

            A conundrum that was rectified almost instantly
when she sucked in a gasp of air at the sensation of their finger entering her.
Her mouth hung open as they inserted a second finger after giving her a moment
to adjust. They slipped it even deeper in while the first stayed occupied at
her bundle of nerves, and she keened at the sensation of being filled with
something hot and thick and
real
and definitely not hers as they
replicated her memories of touching herself, lazily tracing slow circles around
her swollen bud. She bit her lip in concentration at the colossal effort it
took not to physically rock her hips as she lie next to him outside of their
connection.

            Sensing her need for friction in their fantasy,
Faer began to slowly, steadily piston their finger back and forth inside of her
at an agonizing pace. Their other hand trailed back up her torso to cup her
breast, squeezing the supple flesh they found there and using their thumb to
flick her pert nipple. Her molten core was tightening under Faer's careful
attentions, and it wasn't long before she felt the evidence of her arousal
begin to leak past her folds and slick their fingers even more.

            “Ah,” she was struggling to keep her cries of
pleasure quiet now; she was slipping closer to her climax, and she knew they
could feel it from the way that they began to pump their fingers inside her
more vigorously. “Close, close, I'm so
close
-!” The small of her back
lifted off of the sheets from the pressure built up inside of her that
desperately needed release.

            It was shameful, really, how quickly she was
being carried to this state; she has had lovers, even attentive ones, but no
one had ever managed to so deeply stimulate her, had been able to reach down to
far into her center and rock her entire being with barely a physical touch.
Still, through her heightened pleasure, she remembered that Faer had still not
been stimulated in any way, and felt a level of guilt welled up inside of her
that staved off her orgasm long enough to at least attempt to rectify that.

            'Teach me,'
she pleaded.
'Show me what
makes you feel this way,'
and they did. The image of Faer in her mind
guided her hands toward the junction of their thighs, where she found a
hardened length not unlike a human erection to greet her fingers – so she
hadn't just impressed her previous experiences upon them, she mused.
'My
people can adapt to the mating styles of their partners,'
came the
explanation from Faer when she telegraphed her surprise.
'My people are a
rather malleable race.'

            The answer was good enough for her, and she
allowed the mental projection of her hands to move in the way that Faer
fantasized them touching them. The two of them took their time to feel out one
another in their minds, to see what made each other moan in pleasure, and Anne
Claire found herself lost in the sensation of their mutual pleasure mounting on
top of itself as her orgasm built inside of her once more. She wriggled her
hips against his fingers working her insides in an attempt to help him find the
stoke that will make the coil in her belly snap.

            As it turned out, she didn't have to wait for
long; Faer found it for her with one artful stroke of her insides that caught
every sensitive nerve that she had inside of her in such a sinful way that she
had to refrain from biting her hand to keep from wailing as her pleasure
peaked. When the coil in her belly did snap, she swore that she saw stars from
the intensity of it. The haze of her orgasm hit in waves, and Faer was clearly
an experienced captain, sailing their fingers through every cresting tide. By
the time the surf of the sensation had calmed, their fingers drifted out of her
like a ghost ship, and in the high following her climax, she realized that what
she had experienced hadn't been
only
her orgasm; Faer was panting
heavily and shivering beside her, and she reveled in the way that they shared
their pleasure along with their thoughts.