“You don’t think this is a good idea,” he said flatly, sensing her apprehension.
Scyant shook her head. “No, it’s not that,” she began. “I just want to make sure that I’m here for the right reasons. So many of the other Warrants take pleasure in hunting the officers on the ship to claim yet another notch in their bedpost.”
Yen’s thoughts roamed to Iana. “But you’re not like that?” he asked.
“No,” she answered quickly. “No, I’m not like that. I genuinely want to get to know you better.”
“Then why don’t you come in and have a seat before our dinner gets cold. I’ll let you get to know me for as long as the night lasts and then we’ll see where everything leads, no expectations.”
Scyant smiled and took her seat at the table, allowing Yen to push her chair in as she sat. They ate slowly, spending most of their time between bites asking questions of one another and laughing at stories shared from their days either in the Academy or on board other vessels. Scyant proved to be a fountain of comical stories about Crewmen mishaps within the weapons bay, stories that would have had her brought up on charges should someone like Merric find out. But she told her stories just the same, feeling at ease around Yen. To Yen’s dismay, he felt the pressure building behind his eyes once more and questioned, not for the first time, if she were truly here for her own reasons or because he had planted a subliminal suggestion for her to come to dinner. Pushing those doubts from his mind, he enjoyed her company as they ate and shared experiences. As he stared into her bright green eyes, the curves of her breasts heaving as she laughed, Yen felt his lust for her returning. His emotions rolled off him in waves, crashing against the far walls and rebounding, filling the room with psychic energy. His lust was overwhelming his control over his powers and Yen’s breath grew labored as his heart began to race. Eager for a break, Yen stood suddenly and grabbed both the plates.
“I’m…” he paused, his speech failing him. “I’m just going to clean these real quick, then I’ll be right back.”
Yen turned away and took the dishes into the kitchen, dropping them into the sink. The air around him grew hazy as the defined edges of the cabinets blurred in his vision. He leaned heavily, savoring the cool stone of the countertop as he struggled to regain control. Surging against his skin, Yen felt the power’s desire to be free crashing against his iron will, sending sparks roaring up and down his spine. He took a deep breath, not wanting to spend too long in the kitchen and give Scyant a reason to grow concerned. As he turned, however, he found her standing close behind him.
“I didn’t hear you…” he managed to say before she stepped forward, pressing her body firmly against his and kissing him deeply. Yen’s spine grew rigid as the power responded to her touch, pushing him forward as his lips hungrily sought hers again. They kissed without the playfulness he had experienced before with Keryn, but with an animalistic passion. As he struggled for breath between moist lips and probing tongues, Yen managed to push her back to arm’s reach. Part of Scyant’s hair had fallen, disguising half her face in shadows. Even in the darkness, he could see her eyes burning for more as her chest heaved with desire.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked breathlessly. “Are you sure you don’t want to take it slower?”
Gently pushing his hands away and gripping firmly the front of his shirt, Scyant stared into his eyes. “I’ve never wanted anything more,” she purred. “Now why don’t you show me your bedroom?”
Leading him by his shirt, Scyant took Yen from the kitchen and through the dining room, halting only briefly as she searched for the light in the bedroom beyond. With it found and dimmed so that only a soft ambient light filled the room, she led him inside. Releasing his shirt, she reached behind her and untied the strings that held her dress so close to her body. She let the straps fall over her shoulders and slipped the dress down to her waist, cupping her supple breasts coyly with her hands. Glancing over her shoulder, she whispered softly.
“Get undressed, then you can watch me.”
Yen hurried to pull the white shirt over his head and undid his belt, tossing it across the room in his haste. The shoes tossed aside and socks removed, Yen pulled free his pants and stood before her, naked. Smiling as she admired his body, Scyant slipped the dress to the floor and removed her hands, revealing her naked body. Yen’s breath caught in his throat as he ran his eyes along the length of her body. As he stepped forward, another jolt of pain ran through his mind and he paused, staring at Scyant as though seeing her for the first time. To his mind, her behavior seemed like that of a fantasy, not a real woman. His power was flowing freely from his body, and Yen was afraid of knowing what influence it had on Scyant’s behavior tonight.
“Scyant,” he said, “I’m not sure this is such a good idea. I don’t think you’re doing this for the right reasons.”
Scyant placed a finger on his lips before grabbing him firmly around the waist and twisting, sending his sprawling onto the bed. She climbed onto the bed next to him and slipped a leg across his body.
“Let me decide if I’m making the right decision or not,” she said, her voice quivering with anticipation.
She rocked up on one knee, placing the other leg across his body and straddling his prone form. Reaching down, she ran her fingers down his chest, pausing as she lowered her hips into his. Her back arched in pleasure and a soft moan escaped her lips as their bodies merged. Yen’s own body exploded with pleasure, the feeling heightened by his wayward power. Every move of her body sent spikes of warmth radiating through his abdomen as she rocked back and forth in rhythm with his hips. Yen sat up, his previous doubts forgotten as he embraced Scyant, her legs wrapping around his back and they continued to move in unison. They kissed, her lips greedily searching for his in between haggard breaths and groans of pleasure. Yen closed his eyes, letting his senses fade away and focusing only on the motion of their two bodies. Around the pair, wrapping around their writhing bodies like a cocoon, the air wavered wildly like dancing flames in a fire, reflecting the heat of their combined passion.
They moved together, his breath leaving him in rough grunts in response to her ever-increasing moans. He opened his eyes as she moaned louder and he froze in place. Where Scyant had once stood, Keryn now straddled him, writhing in the same pleasure Scyant had moments before. She continued to move, opening her own eyes and looking into his concerned face.
“Don’t stop,” Keryn moaned. “Please don’t stop.”
Yen felt his power roar from his body like an avalanche in response. His hips moved of their own volition as tendrils of power stretched from his body, touching, caressing, and probing Keryn’s. Her hitched breath and cries increased as his power enveloped her, caressing all parts of her body as they made love. Keryn’s hips began to move quicker as her moans grew increasingly louder. Yen felt warmth spreading in his stomach and tried to fight against it. His passion was like a tidal wave that he was trying to stop with only a single towel. As Yen felt himself become overwhelmed with the motion of their rocking bodies, he heard Keryn scream out in pleasure, her body tightening against his as he matched the ferocity of her orgasm.
Finally spent, they held on to one another, their sweat intermingling as Yen’s power collapsed into his body. Slowly, they lowered down toward the bed until Keryn was able to slide from on top of him, to collapse exhausted into the bed.
“That was absolutely incredible,” Yen heard the woman next to him say in a voice very different from Keryn’s.
He turned toward the woman and stared into Scyant’s sparkling green eyes. Overwhelmed, he watch tears stream from her eyes. Her chest still heaved as she struggled for breath, her whole body spent from the experience. The air around him slowly settled; the shimmering subsided until he was left alone with the Uligart beside him.
“I can’t believe how powerful that was,” Scyant said breathlessly.
Yen felt the pain building within his skull. The soft light of the room seemed suddenly like he was staring into the center of a sun and he squinted against is brightness as his headache grew. The pain spread from his temples into his neck and shoulders, stiffening them with tension as he gritted his teeth against the pressure.
“Are you okay,” he heard Scyant asked, genuine concern reflected in her voice.
He looked at her again, her naked body covered in sweat. His eyes passed over her small breasts as he looked up toward her face. Frowning, Yen suddenly couldn’t figure out why he had found her so attractive earlier that day. Her body, though athletic, seemed lacking and, while handsome, was still far from beautiful. Scyant sensed his displeasure and absently covered her chest with her arm.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, seemingly scared of his pending response.
“This was a mistake,” he growled, the pain in his head threatening to split his skull in half. “You need to go.”
Scyant sat in stunned silence as she stared at Yen. Tears unrelated to her pleasure welled in her eyes, but she still didn’t move. His anger growing, he felt the power reaching out again, probing eagerly. Yen knew that his power would not be caressing were it released this time around.
