Terran Times 18 - Emerald Envisage (45 page)

Kissing his way up, he picked up Jade and carried her to her bed. “Jade, I need to tell you something.”

“What?”

He smiled at her lazy response. “You must hold my necklace while I make love with you. Your hand will burn. If you let go, I’ll stop.”

“We can’t continue until you reached a happy finish?”

“No. Now you know why I couldn’t just find anyone to help me. You’re the first who didn’t repulse my color. Getting past that stage was hard enough, asking a woman to hold a smoldering necklace was close to impossible.

Jade pulled him for a kiss and then smiled. “I promise I won’t let go.”

He prayed to his moon that she wouldn’t.

* * * *

Kyr took off his necklace and laid it on Jade’s palm. She closed her hand, trapping the pendant. “I want to help you, Kyr. And I blame it on smoke inhalation, but I want to have your baby. Don’t ask me why? ‘Cause I don’t know the answer.”

Jade sighed as Kyr paralleled his body on hers. His knee nudged her legs apart. “I will be grateful for eternity.”

“Let’s hope we’ll be successful.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

As soon as Kyr kissed her, the pendant turned warm against her palm. She tightened her hold on it and focused her attention on Kyr’s probing tongue. His taste was drugging. “Jade, you make me burn.” With his left hand, he touched the back of her knee and raised her leg higher.

Jade panted in anticipation. The pendant felt warmer in her hand, but she could hold it. She gripped it tight when he felt Kyr rubbed the tip of his penis along her wet labia. Back and forth he teased her avoiding the spot where she wanted him most. “Kyr, I want you now. Please. I’m dying here.”

“Jade, this is it.” He aimed his cock on her entry and, in one swift move, buried deep inside her. “Ahh…fuck!”

Lusty sound came deep from her throat. By far, Kyr’s was the best cock she’d ever had. So long, hard and thick that he filled her. And then he started pumping. Jade felt pleasure in between her legs and pain on her hand. It was as if someone had lit a match and pointed it on her skin. She gasped from the pain.

“Jade, look at me. I want you to look at me.”

She did. The more Kyr plunged his dick inside her, the hotter and hotter the pendant grew. “It’s burning my hand.”

“Look at me, fa’an. Concentrate on what I am doing.” Kyr pumped harder and harder until the bed creaked from the pressure.

“Just release your orgasm, Kyr. It’s burning!”

“Can’t. The pendant is preventing me from reaching it. A little more, Jade. Hang on.”

Kyr fucked her like a wild beast. He sat back on his heels, lifted both her legs high up in the air and continued his long strokes. The pleasure was great, but the burning sensation was so intense she couldn’t hang on to it anymore. But she must. She wanted this. She wouldn’t quit.

“Touch your clit, fa’an. Think about my cock inside you. Yes, look at me.”

Tears fell on the side of her head. She touched her clit and masturbated herself while Kyr rotated his hips. And just as she thought it would never end, the pain in her hand quickly vanished leaving only the pleasure of having Kyr inside her pussy.

Kyr knew it, too. He smiled and lowered her legs. “You did it. Now, we focus on making you come again.”

Jade moaned when he pulled his dick out of her pussy and replaced it with his mouth. He lapped at her before giving her clitoris his attention. He sucked her until she thought her body would break into million pieces. And then it happened. Her orgasm exploded and she saw stars.

Kyr crawled his way back up and kissed her. His cock found its aim and penetrated her. With speed, he fucked her until he jerked his body and groaned against her neck. “Fa’an, you’re wonderful. Why didn’t you let go of the pendant?”

“I don’t know. It was like if I let it go I was also letting go of you. And I don’t want that.”

“God of all gods, how did I get so lucky. Let me see your hand.”

Jade opened her hand.

Kyr removed the pendant. There on her hand was the imprint of Kyr’s mark.

“I have your mark.” For some reason it made her really happy.

“Yes.” Kyr kissed her hand.

“This means we matched.”

“Yes, fa’an. You’re my match.”

“What’s fa’an?”

“A term of endearment. It means love.”

Jade pushed the lock of hair off Kyr’s forehead. “I like it. So now what do we do?”

“We have three days before we can find out if you are carrying my child.”

“That’s fast. What if I didn’t get pregnant?”

“You will. You won’t be marked if you aren’t capable.”

“So what are we going to do while we’re waiting?”

“I have a few ideas.” Kyr sighed and then turned serious. “As soon as we find out you’re pregnant, I will leave.”

“What? But you just got here.”

“I’ve been here for a year, Jade. It took me this long to find you. Now, it’s time to tell my father the news.”

“When are you coming back?”

“Soon. I have to be here to make sure the baby will be safe.”

“You’re enemies might hurt our baby?”

“They have spies, fa’an. I’d take you with me if I could, but it wouldn’t be a good idea. At least not now.”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“Hmm…are you beginning to like me, fa’an?”

“I like you already. I think you cast an alien spell on me to make me like you.”

“Nah, I am just so good looking any women falls for me in an instant.”

“Well you better not attract any more women because I’ll gouge their eyes out.”

“Jealous, huh? Didn’t see that before.” Kyr kissed the side of her neck. “I’m your one and true mate. I’ll be yours forever. You’re my perfect vessel, Jade.”

“I can’t wait to see my baby. Is she going to be green, too?”

“You just wait and see. For now, how about we try my ideas on how to spend our days while waiting?”

“Sure, my dream green lover.”

CLANCY’S IRISH DREAM

Evelyn Star

“By my stars, it was cold in there.”

Faced with a scantily clad blonde stepping out of the ice cream case, Clancy Duggan had two instantaneous reactions. First, he dropped his gallon tub of pistachio ice cream. Then in the next instant or maybe the same one, his prick stood straight up. Straight out he found himself outrageously aroused. Fully erect. And completely, hopelessly astutter with the strongest, most instant craving he’d ever had to endure. He wanted to run, and would have. But his feet weren’t cooperating. His legs either.

“H…h…how…” He wanted it to be ten seconds ago. Back when his world had been predictable, if maybe a little dull. Back when his worst problem had been
Joyce
and her damned, ill-conceived early summer barbeque that
had
to feature green food, green food and nothing but green food. But most of all he wanted, more than he thought a living man could possibly want anything, to clutch at the throbbing, thrusting
thing
between his legs. Wanted to do it with both hands and then hang on tight in the hope—he already knew it was a vain and stupid one—that he could do something to get the damned thing to lie down and behave.

Failing that, he peered past her. At the infinitely confusing array of flavors in Emerald Aisles’ vastly overstocked ice cream case. There hadn’t been a blonde in there when he’d reached for the pistachio. Not a hint of one and not a hair of one. Clancy felt pretty confident he’d have noticed something like that. “Where the
hell
…”

The blonde set her staff aside.

It was a big one. Kind of sinister looking and taller than she. And she was one tall drink of glittering green water. The staff was metal. Vaguely, disturbingly green like most of the rest of her, it looked something like brass. Though if it was, it was brass allowed to age until it reached the dark and dull, slightly virescent patina of extreme antiquity. At its tip a bright purple stone about half the size of the blonde’s head pulsed ominously. Sending out some vaguely wicked glimmers that should scare the living crap right out of him. Except that he was too stunned to be scared. Too absolutely, irreversibly turned on to have so much as a thought for his own safety. Or survival.

She was stern. Unsmiling. Christ in heaven was she stern and unsmiling!

Clancy figured that was probably a big part of what the hell turned him on to such an insane degree. Somewhat meek and mild by nature, he’d always been attracted to Amazonian women. Case in point—
Joyce
.

Now, there was a real Amazon, a
ball
-busting Amazon, if he’d ever set eyes on one. And while he realized more and more, with every second of his life that passed in fear of having his balls busted, that
Joyce
was a big mistake…

Of course the turn-on could be the clothes the blonde wore.
Didn’t
wear. She’d be considered scantily clad in a Vegas strip club. For six A.M. on a Saturday in Emerald Aisles supermarket in Stuttsman, Ohio, she was something else again.

Clancy looked around. His prick was screeching. Quite literally. Loud enough that anybody should be able to hear. If anybody was around. Which, luckily, no one seemed to be.

Clancy felt guilt creep automatically over and through him. Even if he had done nothing wrong. Yet. The ice-cream-case blonde was scandalous.

She wore a…
thing
.

It was cut down to her navel. And then some. It was cut so far down that it came dangerously close to revealing every last one of her charms…dangerously close to killing him if he couldn’t soon find a way to attend to and relieve a prick pushed way beyond its limits. The thing she wore wasn’t much better at the top. It consisted of a couple of paltry little points that barely covered her nipples. And left nothing to imagination.
Nothing
.

It was kind of a green and Clancy wondered how in holy hell it stayed
on
.

His prick cramped. Piercing, burning pain shot through it as phase one of its preparations concluded. It was hard. Ready. Absolutely, sinfully, more than ready as the blonde shook herself and set about putting her clothing to rights. What there was of it.

A flick of her wrist, a lithe stretching and twisting of her torso and Clancy knew he was about to die. So he groaned. Softly so she wouldn’t hear. Though he felt certain she did. And finally he grabbed himself. Just grabbed his prick right then and there with both hands, the way he’d dreamed of grabbing. He massaged it openly with both hands as hard as he could without inflicting damage. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded. “
What
the hell are you?”

She had a…glimmer. A very vague, subtly emerald-jade-sardonyx luster that seemed to come and go. So he could never quite get a look at it. And right now she was regarding him steadily, her gaze unwavering, pale peridot. “Have you never seen a leprechaun then?”

Clancy’s jaw fell open. Gulping for air, not very successfully, he massaged harder. For a minute it wasn’t possible to say anything or make any kind of sound. And then when he did regain the ability it was so he could blurt the first idiotic thing that came into his head. “You don’t
look
Irish.” Immediately, he felt himself blush.
Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?
He
was Irish and he didn’t think he looked it either.
Whatever the hell Irish is supposed to look like anyway.

The blonde smiled. As much as a tall and stern, preternaturally dignified and strong-featured Amazonian type like her was likely ever to smile. “This is a new day,” she quipped. “Times have changed. And you, me boyo…” Here she lapsed into an obviously phony brogue that wouldn’t fool even the most damn-fool-ignorant non-Irishman from a mile and a half away. “You are stuck sadly in the past, my friend.”

“I…” Massaging did no good. Massaging was only making a horrific situation worse. So he stopped and just hung on. Still with both hands. Still to his suffering self. If he didn’t find some constructive way to relieve what was bothering him…

“It’s all equal opportunity these days,” she went on, thankfully seeming to pay him no mind at all. “One doesn’t need to be Irish. Or male. Or short or old or…”

“Where’s your pot of gold?”

The blonde shook her head. “Ahhh,” she murmured and tsk-tsked softly. Sadly. “You’ve some sad, sad misconceptions.”

“Okay. No pot of gold.” He was feeling a little stronger. Maybe a smidgen more courageous. Even if he was in no shape to be feeling either with his prick beginning to beat out a hot and frenzied tattoo between his sweating hands. “I never believed that anyway. So suppose you tell me what the
hell
you were doing in the ice cream freezer. If you’re such a fabulously magical creature, shouldn’t you have been able to…I don’t know.
Zap
yourself out of there or something?”