“Zac!” she yelled. “Damn it!”
The ship jolted again, throwing her into the wall. It shuddered and she heard popping and cracking sounds like gunshots. “What the hell!” She flicked on one of the view-port cameras that lined every corridor and felt a slam of adrenalin
—
they’d somehow drifted right into the ring!
“Oh, my God!” she breathed.
She pelted down the corridor to the ladder and was about to climb it when her feet suddenly left the floor and she sailed up. Gravity had collapsed! She stabbed instructions on the suit’s control panel on her arm to install its own artificial gravity. The suit didn’t respond. A terrifying thought struck her
—
was Zac doing this on purpose? Had he gone nuts like Zac II?
As she floated close to the ladder she lunged for it. She missed and sent herself into a flying counter-spin across the hall. She shot like a projectile toward the overhead para-metal bulkhead and slammed head-on, cracking her face plate.
Pain lanced through her like lightening as Zac’s ominous words flashed through her mind,
if you could only give me a chance to show you...
then the darkness took her.
Chapter Eight
She is walking the soft litter of a dark and ancient rainforest. Immense trees, with plank buttresses that flange out several meters, tower above her like columns in a vaulted cathedral. Mosses and ferns cling to the trees and shroud everything in a luminescent green. The air drips with moist heat and is permeated with the cackles, squeals and hoots of wild animals. The ground is strewn with lianas the thickness of her thigh that coil like hibernating snakes among the browns, rusts, oranges and blues of wet decaying leaves and overripe fruit.
She is searching for something, but not sure what it is. She’s on a foreign planet. A glance down reveals she’s still wearing her jack suit and she realizes with a wry smile that she’s in Zac’s dream and he’s placed her on Eos. Will she meet him again? Her heart races with anticipation, as she discovers that it is Azaes she is searching for.
He appears a few meters in front of her, a long dark purple robe draped over his shoulders, and open in front, displaying his splendid hairless body, lilac skin shimmering under the filtered rose light of the Eos sun. His gaze clamps onto hers and a large genuine grin of happiness alights his face. That lopsided grin tugs at her heart and reminds her of Dan as she hurries toward Azaes. He drops his robe, his huge cock already swollen and pulsing.
Seizing her, he peels off her jack suit with a few elegant caresses. They stand for a moment regarding each other. Then he grins like a mischievous boy. “My love, I’ll show you how we bind with all life, gaining our strength in the strength of all things that live and love…Are you ready for the best adventure yet?”
“Always.” She smiles confidently, feeling tendrils of delightful exhilaration.
He points to the immense majestic trees several meters in diameter and covered in clusters of bright green moss and dark knobs. The trunks tower like immense pillars fifty meters high, huge buttressed bases weaving out like the folds of a skirt for several meters.
“These
vishnas
are the dominant trees of the Eos jungle,” Azaes says. “We call them the trees of love. And you’re about to find out why. Are you ready for the fuck of your life?”
She hitches her breath in slight trepidation and he barks a laugh. Not waiting for an answer, he maneuvers her gruffly to one of the vishnas until she collides into one of its buttresses and feels the smooth cool bark tingle against her buttocks
and back. Azaes’s warm body presses against hers and she feels his chest against her breasts, his hard cock boring into her pelvis. His mouth closes in and seizes hers in a wet embrace, exploring, cajoling and stirring her insides. As they kiss, his large hands sweep over her buttock cheeks sliding to her thighs and prying them apart. His dripping cock finds a slippery entrance to its home and surges inside. She shudders as he fills her completely like no cock has done before.
“Oh, God!” she wails. “Oh God!”
He pounds up and she jolts with a gasp of excruciating pleasure, feeling his thighs beneath hers and her back suddenly burning. He hammers up again and she burns. They are moving up the tree! Her thighs rest on his as his muscular legs hug
the tree and they climb up with each pounding thrust of his cock.
The bark of the tree is smooth like leather, with bold lenticels and large knobs that Azaes uses, along with the lianas, to hoist them up the tree. When they reach the canopy of furry leaves, Azaes maneuvers them around the thorny branches and
spiked leaves until they reach the tree’s upper canopy, thick with deep purple flowers and heavy with an intoxicating aroma. It fills her nostrils with a dream-like sweetness that sends her mind reeling with thoughts of aching beauty.
She and Azaes ascend fifty meters up, into the heat of the sun, to a bower of soft branches and leaves with a view of the magnificent forest. After a sweeping glance around her at the breathtaking view, Genevieve returns her gaze to Azaes, who sits, facing her, and leans toward her with a smile of rapture. He clasps her hands, and his penis, which he managed somehow never to withdraw, stirs deliciously inside her.
Something very strange is happening
—
the branches move of their own accord
and their soft leaves caress both their bodies, embracing them in a sensual cocoon. She pants with shock as her whole body lights on fire with living pleasure.
For a brief moment she recoils, feeling trapped and thinking she should be repulsed. But her revulsion dissolves under astonished curiosity. The tree seems to know this. One supple branch, covered in deeply fragrant flowers, dips down her body to her nipples, suddenly erect and aching. Dripping with nectar, the long stamens and downy petals stroke her nipples like a million tiny lips and tongues. They kiss and lick and suck, drawing out a throbbing ache that courses down to her muscles twitching around Azaes’s gently stirring penis. Eyes pressed shut, she moans with longing. As if in response, the flowers brush against her lips, sticky and sweet, wishing to enter her mouth. Her eyes snap open and she recoils briefly until she sees that Azaes has
opened his mouth for a branch too. Dumfounded, she drops her mouth open and the branch slips past her lips to feed her its gift.
The strongly scented flowers seem to be alive. They dislodge from the withdrawing branch and fill her mouth with an orchestra of flavour, texture and movement that she finds delightfully exhilarating. She sees Azaes’s face in a halo of
light as the tree embraces them in its own sensual mantle and she feels an incredible wave of ecstasy wash over her in brilliant shades of lavender and green. Azaes inclines and they kiss. The flowers flutter between mouths, curling around tongues and teeth. They dissolve in her mouth and their essence travels down her throat until she feels her insides spasm and boil up.
God! The tree is fucking her too! She’s being fucked from the inside and out!
Azaes shudders in renewed vigor. He seizes her arms and his penis now pulses in vigorous waves, like a huge gourd disgorging its fleshy insides. His thrust is a lance
of bright purple light as the tree’s hairy leaves and soft flowers caress the rest of her, drawing out an exultation of painful ecstasy. Like a million hot tongues, they stroke her hair, her neck, her nose, her eyelids, her lips and mouth. They flutter down her back, her breasts, to her buttocks, stomach and legs, to every inch of her skin. Flowers swarm down her throat, his penis surges up, and they meet somewhere in the middle in the eye of the storm where, ignited, she exults in a sudden eruption of come that pushes a throaty roar from her mouth. It is the largest most excruciating ejaculation of come she’s ever felt. She seizes the corded muscles of Azaes’s two arms and gasps out a bellowing cry, shuddering in waves of release. He too cries out and shudders with her. And for a brief moment, in a flash of brilliant phosphorescent insight, she is part of every particle of Azaes, indeed of this entire planet, its trees and animals, its fractal elements from the tiniest particle to the vast universe overhead.
Then he is kissing her tenderly, arms enfolding her like she’s the most precious thing in this huge universe, and murmuring to her in some foreign language that sounds like a beautiful song. She whispers his name, “Dan
…
”
Azaes draws back suddenly and she catches his look of mortified disappointment
.
“I’m sorry,” she says quickly, her face heating with shame and remorse. “I meant,
Azaes
. I did.”
His eyes are sad. “I know you were looking for the spirit of the one you lost…the one called Dan.”
She stares at him in bewildered dismay then puts her hands to her face and weeps. How she’s betrayed Dan! How she’s betrayed Azaes!
Azaes strokes her waist, hips and buttocks. “Don’t grieve. We believe that all matter and non-matter are the same in this universe. Not only the same but connected,
bound by the
shahkra
energy that motivates all things. Dan is with us, with you
,
with me, with this tree, his molecules mingled with everything that surrounds us and penetrates us, he’s inside me, in my smile for you…”
She convulses into open sobs and grips his shoulders. He’s given her a whole world, the magic of the
vishna
tree and a portal to the universe, no longer the cold amoral infinity she imagined. She feels so bound to him that she grows fearful. “Azaes, don’t leave me!”
He pulls away from her with a puzzled face and stares past her toward a sudden high-pitched howling sound behind her. Before she has time to turn to look, Azaes breaks up into pixels that come apart.
“No!” Her arms fling out but she catches only air and pitches off the branch,
staring at the ground rushing toward her
.
Chapter Nine
Genevieve jerked awake to a maelstrom. She lay on the hall floor of the ship in the
jack
suit, klaxon still blaring but G restored. Genevieve scrambled up, head pounding and dizzy. Something sticky was keeping one of her eyes shut. She briefly panicked, then realized that blood from a gash on her forehead had run into her eye and coagulated it shut. Her whole body ached and her right hand throbbed with a numbing pain. It was swollen and she couldn’t move it, suggesting a break or severe sprain from one or more collisions with the walls while she was unconscious before Zac had managed to restore ship’s gravity.
“Zac?” she called, trying to flex her hand. There was no answer. “Zac?” she called louder, finding her voice shrill with rising alarm. She smelled and felt the sticky wetness of her sweat and cum and wondered why the suit hadn’t cleaned her. Unless… but if the suit wasn’t working, how had Zac created her fantastic dream?
The ship shuddered and whined with the sound of tearing metal. Genevieve pelted down the hall to the control center, realizing that restored G was likely due to an imminent crash landing on Eos. By some miracle they’d managed to get through Eos’s rings.
Rushing into the control room, she came to a dead halt and stared in shock. They’d already entered Eos’s atmosphere and were plummeting through dense cloud toward the jungle surface. Genevieve slid into her pilot’s chair and seized the controls to correct the ship’s fatal trajectory. Her smashed right hand throbbed in sharp objection, but she ignored the pain as she throttled down and flipped on the bow repulsors to bring up the nose of the ship. “Come on, Zac!” she yelled over the screaming ship. “Come on! Do it for me! One last thing!”
The nose lifted slightly, but not enough. They were still moving way too fast and coming in too steeply. At this rate they were still going to crash and burn―
They broke through the cloud and she inhaled sharply. The clouds had been very low and she was shocked by how close the planet’s surface was. A colourful jungle, thick with dense forest rushed up to meet them. “Oh, God!”
The ship jarred and screamed. The first impact threw her forward and pitched the console on top of her as the ship bounced. She gasped a cry as the console crushed her leg and abdomen. Another massive jar flung her head back. It smashed into something and everything ended.
She lay on the soft grass, heaving with the excruciating pain of labour that came like shock waves down her abdomen. Something, someone was leaning heavily on her leg, and it tingled like it had fallen asleep. The pounding waves inside her welled out of her vagina like an incredible orgasm of cum and she had an incredible urge to push. It felt like a great flow of urination and a giant bowel movement and she felt immediate relief as the baby slid out.
It didn’t cry but she saw its purple limbs twitch outwards as Azaes picked the baby up and embraced it in his arms then laid it gently on her naked breast. She folded her arms around the baby as it slept placidly on her. Overwhelmed by the sight of her little baby boy, she wept with joy. Azaes placed his hand on hers and smiled tenderly. The baby suddenly woke and turned toward a dangerous sound. Azaes and she turned too, as the baby began to wail
.
Chapter Ten
Genevieve awoke to the klaxon ringing in her ears and a sharp pain pulsing in her gut and leg where the crushing weight of the fallen console pinned her to the control room floor. Her mask had been knocked off but breathable air from the planet had entered the ship
—
from major breaches in the hull, she concluded. So they’d made it. Light from a foreign planet’s sun filtered inside through the cockpit windows. She couldn’t see any more of the planet from her recumbent position on the listing floor of the control center.