Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
I felt my cheeks flush even hotter at Sala’s question. My mind raced, filled with images of Gamma—his deep blue eyes, the way his tailored clothes hugged his powerful form, the low rumble of his voice that seemed to resonate through my very being.
“I… I think I do,” I whispered, my voice barely audible even in the quiet of the dressing room. “He’s so… different from anyone I’ve ever met. But I hardly know him, and yet…”
I trailed off, unable to put into words the tangle of feelings Gamma stirred within me. Sala’s knowing smile made me duck my head, embarrassed by my fumbling attempt to express myself.
Suddenly, I felt Sala’s hand on my thigh, her touch gentle but insistent. Before I could react, her fingers had slipped between my legs, probing delicately at the entrance to my cunny. I gasped, my body tensing at the unexpected contact.
“Oh, my,” Sala breathed, her eyes widening slightly. “You certainly do like him, don’t you?”
I wanted to sink into the floor as I realized what Sala had discovered. The wetness between my thighs betrayed my body’s reaction to thoughts of Gamma, a visceral response I couldn’t deny or hide. Shame and arousal warred within me, my face burning so hot I feared I might combust.
“I… I’m sorry,” I stammered, mortified beyond words. “I didn’t mean to… I don’t know why…”
Sala’s gentle laugh cut off my fumbling apology. “Don’t apologize, sweet one,” she said, her voice warm and reassuring. “It’s perfectly natural. In fact…” Her smile widened, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I’d say this bodes very well for your medical examination. I’m certain you’ll pass with flying colors.”
CHAPTER 16
Gamma
When Sala and Tessara emerged from the dressing room, I couldn’t help but thank the universe, that never failing fount of marvels, for my human body’s instant reaction to their nude loveliness. My cock, stirring along my thigh with the anticipation of enjoying the sweet body of the liberated Vionian concubine, seemed to anchor the affection I had already begun to develop for the girl.
I realized suddenly that my breath had caught in my throat. Tessara’s nude form was a vision of delicate beauty, her pale skin seeming to glow in the soft light of the embassy. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her small, perfectly formed breasts. The gentle curve of her hips drew my gaze downward to the thrilling bareness of the tender cleft at the apex of her thighs.
My cock jumped again, hardening even more, almost uncomfortably, as I drank in the sight of her. My penis’ sheer responsiveness both pleased and surprised me. As a being of pure energy inhabiting a human form, I sometimes found my body’s responses unpredictable. In this moment, though, my human anatomy seemed to be working in perfect harmony with my consciousness, an affirmation of what I felt for this remarkable young woman.
As I watched Tessara’s eyes dart nervously around the room, a slight tremor visible in her slender frame, a wave of protective tenderness came over me. This girl had endured unimaginable cruelty at the hands of the Vionian military. She had every right to view the universe, and men in particular, with fear and hatred. The fact that she stood before us now, vulnerable yet unbroken, spoke volumes about her strength of character.
In the short time since I had caught my first glimpse of her in the chaos of the refugee center, I had done my utmost to observe Tessara closely. Despite the trauma she had endured, I had sensed a kindness in her that shone through in her interactions with others. Her intelligence, too, appeared clearly in the quick, assessing glances she cast around her new environments, the thoughtful questions she asked when given the opportunity.
But it was her curiosity that truly captivated me. I had seen the way her eyes lit up at each new experience, the eager tilt of her head as she absorbed new information. Even now, as she stood nude and undoubtedly frightened, I could see that curiosity warring with her fear. Her gaze flitted from the shimmering walls to the holographic displays, drinking in every detail of her surroundings.
As I reflected on these qualities, I realized with a jolt of clarity that curiosity was perhaps the trait I valued most in a potential mate. The universe was vast and ever-changing, filled with wonders beyond imagination. To explore it fully, to truly appreciate its marvels, one needed an insatiable hunger for knowledge and new experiences.
I had spent countless years traversing the cosmos in my original form as part of the Collective. When my brothers and I made the choice to inhabit our human bodies, we had done it with the express purpose of experiencing the physical realm in all its messy, glorious complexity. I had enjoyed many women in my travels, reveling in the unique pleasures this form could provide. But I had always known that eventually, I would want to settle down with a single partner.