I started to gasp, “I’m going to cum!” and he went more quickly with his fingers, more slowly and deliberately with his tongue.
I burst into prismatic pieces, my entire body flooding with butterflies, the world rocking, my knees buckling so I had to grip his shoulder harder, and then I was cumming, my wet pussy juices flowing into his mouth, him lapping up every sweet drop and the orgasm shattered my soul.
I clenched his shoulders hard, gasping to regain my breath, afraid I would fall, and the aftershocks clenched his fingers, repeatedly. His tongue flicked at my clit and I gasped. “No, no, stop…” So sensitive, so sensitive…
He squeezed my ass one more time for good measure, then kissed the inside of my thighs, then ducked out from under the skirt.
I looked at him with eyes glazed over with ecstasy and love as he kneeled in front of me. I offered him my hands, still afraid I would fall, and he held them close to his face, nuzzling into them, kissing my palms, and then he stood up, catching me as I leaned weakly into him.
He kissed my lips lightly, and I tasted like me.
“That was…amazing…”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it…” He smiled, an animalistic gleam in his eyes. “I enjoyed it, too. I will always enjoy pleasuring you, my Destin, my Daphne. We are meant to be perfect for each other.”
I held tightly to his neck and rested my head on his chest. He let me hold still there, gathering myself, feeling the fading bliss of the incredible orgasm, and then he pushed back from me and looked at me seriously.
“One thing I haven’t told you is that Curans live much longer than humans.”
“How old are you?”
“Eighty-three Earth years.”
My mouth dropped open. “How many years do you expect to live?”
“Probably around three hundred.”
“But…but…” Tears pricked my throat and misted my eyes.
“Don’t worry,” he squeezed my hand, “one of the spells we will bind you with today will elongate your life. You will live with me, for as long as my spirit survives, so will you. We will be tied together. I am giving part of my soul to you.”
I pressed my hand into his chest over his heart.
“But, what can I give to you in return?”
“Your love and loyalty, Daphne. That is all I ask for.”
“I am your Destin.”
“And I am yours.” He squeezed my hand again. “Now, let’s go. Put your panties back on.” He winked at me and took them from his pocket. I smiled, turning a little pink, and pulled them on under the skirt.
“Do you like the way I taste?” I asked. He grinned even wider.
“I love it. I will taste you for every day for the rest of my life. Whenever you want. I am, quite literally, yours to command, my Queen.”
I giggled delightedly and took his hand. “Let’s go.”
We took a hovercraft to the ceremonial grounds in the center of the botanical gardens. There was an altar and an amphitheater. As I had seen so often, lights suspended without posts or supports circled the arena. Flowers of all shapes and sizes, some as large as a Labrador, were arrayed in color coordination around the altar. Curan and Bordash nobility were gathered in the seats of the amphitheater in their finest traditional garb. Most of the colors were blue and black, the colors of Farian, over the green of Bordash and red of Curans.
“Lay down on the altar,” a priestess said, leading me to the marble platform in the middle of the area. Kajo nodded at me and then turned to exchange pleasantries with some of his council.
I laid carefully down on the cool stone. The priestess lifted my head to slip a pillow underneath. She smiled.
“You are most welcome in our world,” she said. However, when I looked to the audience, I saw more than one sour look and furrowed brow.
I didn’t care. I was Kajo’s Destin and he was mine. I was going to be their Queen.
Soon, it was time for the ceremony to start. Kajo stood beside the altar as five priestesses wove words and incense around me. Clouds of smoke swirled over my head, one of the priestesses controlling the tendrils, making images in the smoke. They were prophesies, Kajo told me, showing the images of our wedding day, of he and I playing with our children, of battling together against unknown forces from offworld, of us sailing spaceships into the unknown, of visiting beaches and mountains and deserts. I even thought I caught Vania’s face in the smoke once, but it was so fleeting, that I could have just been hoping for something like that, and made it appear without it actually being there.
They hooked an IV into my arm and I began to feel dizzy from whatever they were putting into me. At the same time, the smoke curls began to enter my body. I began to breathe them in, but it was also as if the smoke had intention and was being directed into my nose and mouth. I flexed my fingers on the cool altar as prickling pain began to permeate in my body. I looked up at Kajo and he squeezed my shoulder with a soft smile.
“It’s normal…stay calm.” Butterflies rampaged in my stomach at his touch and everything was at peace again as I realized he would always be there to reassure me and that I would always be there to protect him, too.
My eyelids started to droop closed and I wondered why my soul was floating out of my body. I could look down and see myself on the altar, Kajo’s hand on my shoulder, his adoring look, the priestesses buzzing around where I lay, the sullen citizens in the audience, the surrounding gardens, chirping with birds and rustling with small animals.
My eyes bolted open and I sat up. “He’s coming.”
I looked at Kajo as I spoke, and then realized, I hadn’t spoken aloud. Kajo’s smile was
