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Tasha's lips tantalizingly graze mine with deliberate sweeps, intensifying the electric tension crackling between us. She dominates, while I remain motionless in anticipation of her next move.
Every muscle in my body grows tense with desire. My flesh tingles with an insatiable craving for her touch as the beast within me twists in hunger, thirsty for the taste of her.
The waves crash against us, her heart racing in sync with mine. The primal urge to claim her grows stronger and harder to resist with each passing second. But I wait with panted breaths for Tasha to deepen the kiss or offer me her hot sheath.
My sivot writhes impatiently beneath my skin, desperate to emerge and claim the female who is the very reason for his existence.
"Seductive bastard," she mutters against my lips.
"Me?" I flick out the tip of my tongue to trace the seam of her mouth. "You're the one teasing my cock with your delectable cunt. Keep up the rubbing and I'll spill my seed."
Tasha stiffens, the fluid rotation of her hips stills. "I didn't even realize..."
"I wasn't complaining." I crush her to me, curling my pelvis as my knot swells painfully.
Tasha inhales sharply. "It's all your fault. Every time I'm near you, I lose my damn mind."
"Blame me. Please. Just don't stop." I roll my hips in time with hers, rocking my shaft through the delicate folds of her slick sex. Even enveloped in sea water, I can feel her wetness coating me.
"To be buried inside your slick heat," I growl and curse through gritted teeth. "For your sweet cunt to milk my knot."
Tasha's grip on my shoulders tightens as she pants heavily. "I can't... we shouldn't..." But her words are lost as my lips crash over hers. Her body stiffens before surrendering to our intense chemistry, her fingers now tangling in my hair as we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment. A soft moan escapes her lips, and we both give in to the irresistible pull between us.
Our passion grows, building to a fever pitch and reaching a peak of an all-consuming climax that devours us both.
Tasha comes back to her senses and laughs. "Oh my god, we just dry humped each other like two horny teenagers in the backseat of a car."
"Is that a type of conveyance on Earth?"
"Yes."
"I'm ready to go again anytime you are, my pet. No conveyance required."
"I know you are." Tasha's throaty chuckle ignites a desperate throbbing in my swollen knot that yearns for release.
As the sun sets, the wispy clouds that obscure the sky now transform into a canvas of brilliant pinks, oranges, and purples. The atmosphere is alive with a golden glow, as if nature itself is putting on a dazzling display of colors before the day comes to an end.
I carry Tasha from the crashing waves and up the beach where my home lays hidden behind the illusion created by a Thrushian holoscape.
TASHA
"You live outside on the beach?" Qhix's sets me on my feet before a low rock face, and I worry about sleeping out in the elements where critters could scurry across my feet while I sleep. "Not that the sunset isn't gorgeous, but—" I gasp when Qhix points a device at the rock face and a one-story, circular bungalow with a thatched roof appears out of thin air. "Holy shit, Qhix! Where did that come from?"
Qhix smiles as he explains, "This device is a Thrushian holoscape. An elaborate illusion to protect my home from invasion in case someone else were to venture here."
On the porch running the length of the front, Qhix pops open a trunk and drapes a huge towel around my shoulders, then does the same for himself before scanning his palm on a panel. The door clicks open, revealing a warm, cozy space inside. The air is sweet with sandalwood and saltwater. Low-slung furnishings topped with plump, soft pillows are everywhere, creating nooks and crannies to relax in.
Walls sconces adorn the wooden walls, giving off a soft, ethereal glow while soft textiles cover most surfaces underfoot. It's bohemian chic, Kaul style.
"The bed is wherever you decide to sleep," Qhix says, guiding me inside, our fingers entwined as if we're lovers who have belonged together since the beginning of time. "I know it's not much, but it's usually just me."
"Not much? This place is amazing." I turn in a tight circle, taking it all in.
"Over there is the cleanroom," Qhix points to a small area that's been partitioned off. "Help yourself to the purifier while I prepare us a meal. I have some clean clothes you can change into."
I nod and thank him, stepping behind the partitioned-off area. The cleanroom is a marvel of alien tech, with a basin attached to the wall that emits a blast of cleaning mist instead of water and even dries your hands. There's a short podium with a hole in the center for obvious reasons, and the alien version of a shower, which is an upright pod known as a purifier. It, too, emits a blast of a warm cleansing mist like the basin.
I hang my towel on a hook and peel my wet dress from my skin, shivering as I open the clamshell door to the cleanser and step inside. I've used one of these before when we lived for a short time in the underground lab on Zune, so I know how to crack the handle to start the mist.
