Alien Interludes (23 page)

“I’m too old to be a little girl. I don’t care if you do have wel over a century on me!”

“You are wise beyond your years,” he agreed and then tickled her with that naughty tongue again.

Tara’s laughter turned to moans when he left off her navel to move down where she liked his mouth best. His hands slid down her thighs, scooping beneath her knees to lift her legs up and out, opening her wide for his intimate kiss. His breath was hot on her mound, his lips and tongue delighting her as they fed from her womanhood, his teeth tugging gently on her folds from time to time. Yuder was a master of oral lovemaking.

Tara shivered as she gave herself over to him, lying as stil as she could make herself for his attentions. She knew he checked from time to time to make sure her eyes were closed. Yuder liked for her to concentrate on the pleasure he gave her, to submerge herself utterly in the exquisite bliss his touch offered.

“I have noticed how you Earther women give and give of yourselves to men and children, forgetting you should receive as wel,” he had told her. “What happens when you’ve sacrificed everything and have nothing left for yourself? I wil not alow you to do this, Tara. You wil surrender your constant drive to serve for at least a few minutes and accept being the one cared for.” It was strange to not reciprocate, to simply lie there while he serviced her so gorgeously, making her toes curl with pleasure. Yet he insisted she do so, and Tara had to admit she enjoyed being treated as if only her enjoyment mattered. To be utterly selfish and immerse herself in the delicious thrils Yuder gifted her with.

He was generous, his mouth feeding on her, the rasping silk of his tongue finding every little crevice, leaving no morsel of flesh untasted. Tara’s moans became throatier and louder with every sample he took of her. Her lips parted, her jaw dropped open, and her breath came in shaking sighs as Yuder coaxed her higher and higher, his determined feasting bringing bliss to a pinpoint of exultant pleasure. It burned brighter and brighter, drawing her whole body tight until her back arched up off the mattress. And then his mouth closed over the engorged tip of her nerve-clustered clit, he sucked it in deep, his tongue slowly slid over it…

Tara shrieked as the coiled spot of heat bloomed out, out, out. The shockwave of release burst over her, flinging her consciousness in al directions. And it seized again, a secondary blast coming too quick to prepare for. Then a third. Then a fourth…

The eruptions settled to pounding thuds, then gentle bumps, and finaly gentle ripples. She sighed, the sound drawn out and happy as her body lay loose limbed on the bed.

Yuder looked wel pleased with himself. “You are so beautiful when you come like that.”

Tara could only titter like a young girl. The man was simply amazing.

The long, tal Kalquorian crept softly up to where he could lay on top of her, his lips finding hers, letting her taste herself as he kissed her. She drew her legs up and over him, encasing his tight buttocks as she opened to him. He shifted, his two cocks homing in on their intended orifices like ships drawing into port. He sighed as he sank into her welcoming flesh, his eyelids fluttering a little with sensual satisfaction.

“So perfect,” he groaned.

“Let me,” Tara invited, giving his broad shoulders a little push.

Yuder grinned wickedly and obliged her by roling over onto his back, bringing her with him so that she lay on top of him. Tara braced herself up, her palms flat on his chest. She immediately slid up and down over his body, cooing with renewed arousal as he slipped lusciously within her. The position made her clit drag over his groin with amazing friction, and she gushed honey. Yuder drew breath in through clenched teeth.

“You wil end up kiling me, woman!”

She raised her eyebrow in her sauciest expression. “Is that a complaint? Should I stop?”

He growled at her, showing his fangs. “Don’t you dare. If I can’t die in glorious battle, this would be my preferred method.” Tara decided to do something that drove Yuder absolutely wild. She started talking about what they were doing.

“Oh, you feel so big and thick inside me,” she sighed. “Filing me up ful.”

He growled, the pupils of his eyes growing until the blue-purple irises were al but eclipsed.

“Moving in and out. Putting pressure on every surface inside me. Yuder, it feels so good, making love to you. Put your hands on me.” He did, covering her smal, stil firm breasts. He cupped one and strained to suck the turgid nipple into his mouth.

“Oh yes. Your mouth and hands on my breasts. Your cocks inside my rear and vagina. Yes, Yuder. Yes, my love.” Yuder growled, drawing her breast deep into his mouth before switching to the other one. He was becoming a little rougher with her, a sign her verbal teasing was getting to him.

Tara ground little circles with her hips as she worked him with her slow, steady pace. “Feel how wet and warm I am around you. How easily I open to you but stil snug, holding you tight inside me. Feel me giving myself to you.”

His head slammed back onto the pilow, his hands sliding down from her chest to her hips, gripping tight. Tara was giddy with her power over this man who outweighed her by more than a hundred pounds.

One more sentence and she would drive him beyond control.

“Feel me
fucking
you, Yuder.”

He reared up at her base words, fangs fuly extended. She cried out as they impaled her neck, sending sweet euphoria into her, making her come again. Tara barely noticed she was now on her back, Yuder above her, letting go of the bite, his face grim with lust and determination as he fought his instincts to batter her with his need, his thrusts powerful but controled. Even maddened with animal desire, Yuder would not alow himself to hurt her.

Moments later the strain on his face disappeared, erased by the bliss of realization. The thickness of him spasmed in Tara’s stil clenching hearth, sending a stream of himself inside, mingling his essence with her. Tara groaned loudly as another thunderclap of orgasm sounded within.

And then al was warmth and belonging as they gasped in unison, the high of climax dissipating into the gentler goodness of simply being in each others’ presence. Yuder roled onto his side and gathered Tara to his shaking body, keeping himself immersed inside her. They proclaimed their tempestuous love with tender kisses.

“I have given up,” Yuder said.

“On what?” Tara traced his firm jaw with her lips.

“On ending this for the good of everyone else.” He brushed an errant lock of chestnut hair from her eyes. “I want you. I cannot imagine my life without you. There is no point in denying that.”

“You wish to tel the others?”

“Eventualy. When you feel you are ready.”

Tara considered. Jessica and Lindsey had loved their father with al the daughterly devotion one could wish for. Would they understand their mother faling in love with another man only a little over a year after Aaron’s death?

With Jessica, it was hard to know. She had the sweetest, most giving heart of anyone to draw breath, but her temper was quick to spark and slow to cool. She might very wel see Tara’s affair with Yuder as a betrayal to Aaron’s memory. Yet at the same time, Jessica was close to Yuder, her fighting spirit a twin to his. She even referred to him as ‘my father’, never failing to greet him with genuine affection on display for al to see. Would that adoration be enough for her to accept him as her mother’s beloved?

Lindsey had been present when Aaron died, had spoken tearful words over him at his funeral. Tara had cried on her shoulder over the loss, had told her she couldn’t ever imagine loving another man.

Would her oldest daughter think those words empty promises when she discovered the liaison? And how could Tara tel Lindsey she’d found love again when she was stil months away from arriving at Kalquor?

“I need time for Lindsey to get here and settled in her new life,” Tara finaly said. “This is news that deserves to be delivered face-to-face.”

“I understand.” Yuder smiled. “It wil give us the opportunity to figure everything out. I must remain with my clan, but I want you nearby as wel.”

“I’m only two levels down from your quarters,” Tara laughed. “I think we’re as near as we can get. I can’t very wel move into the Imperial Fathers’ chambers.”

“No, but I wish to share your bed every night once this is out in the open.”

“I want that too.”

“Then it wil happen. Somehow, we’l find a way.”

“Meanwhile, the secret goes on.”

But not for much longer, it turned out. Tara and Yuder weren’t as coy as they’d thought they’d been. They were soon to discover that true love, in al its radiance and joy, refuses to be masked.

* * * *

“It’s a good thing Imdiko Flencik is as sweet as he is big,” the empress agreed with a grin as Councilman Rajhir’s clan, including the overwhelming Flencik, walked into the room. “Can you imagine if he was a Nobek?”

Tara thought of her other daughter’s Nobek mate, Japohn. He was gargantuan too, but for sheer bulk and height, Flencik had him beat by a good four inches and thirty pounds. Indeed it was a relief that the massive Kalquorian doctor was so kind, especialy since he’d delivered both of Jessica’s children.

About fifteen high-ranking clans had gathered in the Imperial Clan’s opulent public rooms, an affair of state for visiting Joshadan dignitaries. Next to the hulking Kalquorians, the dozen or so Joshadans were tiny motes of colorful fur, the talest standing only four feet tal. Even Tara felt a giant next to the Kalquorian Empire’s nearest neighbors. The Joshadans looked like children’s toys, large fuzzy dols to hug and sit down at pretend tea parties. They came in rainbow hues, their leader Ambassador Fwinbrut a gorgeous sapphire blue. Though they wore no clothing, Tara couldn’t discern male from female. The Joshadans’

concealing body hair was al the cover they apparently needed.

Until a little over a year ago Tara had never been off Earth, had never seen another species besides her own. Nowadays it seemed she was introduced to some different alien race every other week and learning new rules of etiquette depending on the visitors to Kalquor. It was enough to make her head spin. She marveled at Jessica’s aplomb, her seeming ease with which she greeted and conversed with various government dignitaries.

I am so proud of my girls
, Tara thought. She bowed deeply according to Kalquorian custom to Fwinbrut as he walked by. Jessica’s Imdiko Egilka accompanied him. The tiny ambassador shook his head, making embarrassed clucks and waving at her to straighten. Kalquor had once enslaved Joshada, and al representatives of the Empire shared its colective shame. For their part, the Joshadans had issued pardons and entreated Kalquor to forget the forgiven past to no avail.

Emperor Egilka gave her a rare smile and a slight bow of his own. He folowed Fwinbrut to a private corner to discuss who knew what. Tara found Egilka a bit stuffy and reserved, but there was no doubt he loved Jessica. Al of her mates did. So even though he insisted on caling her Imperial Mother while Bevau and Clajak referred to her as ‘Earth Mom’, she treated him with the same warmth as the other two.

“There are the Imperial Fathers,” Jessica said, looking towards the room’s entrance. “I was beginning to wonder if they would make it.” Tara’s gaze immediately went to the trio, Clajak’s fathers. Her heart seemed to dance as she and Yuder locked eyes from across the room. His stern face relaxed just a smidge and one corner of his mouth quirked upwards.

“Come on, Mom, let’s go greet them. And I hope you and Yuder can conduct yourselves with proper distance? Stop undressing each other with your eyes?” Tara’s jaw dropped at Jessica’s knowing smirk. Before she could respond, Jessica tugged her towards the three former Emperors of Kalquor.

You little imp. How did you know?
Unfortunately, now was not the time to question her daughter, especialy in front of Yuder’s clanmates. She patiently waited her turn as Jessica exchanged the customary greetings of daughter to fathers. The empress gently pressed her palm to each man’s cheek, receiving the affectionate touches in kind from her in-laws.

As Jessica traded pleasantries with the other two former emperors, Tara concentrated on greeting Imperial Father Imdiko Tidro, his foamy white hair and beard giving the tal Kalquorian an almost ethereal presence like some ancient mage. His gentle face, lined only a little more than Yuder’s, beamed at her. “Imperial Mother Tara, you look lovely tonight. That green gown suits you so wel. You wear the color much better than I.” He chuckled as he tugged on the long, loose sleeve of his formal robe, a forest green color that made her emerald dress brighter in contrast.

“Indeed you are most lovely this evening,” Dramok Zarl agreed. His kind face, framed by graying hair, was worn from care and too many physical infirmities. He smiled up at her from his perch in a hover chair. Involved in the crash that took Empress Irdis’ life, along with a brutal attack that had occurred mere hours after Jessica had been officialy clanned by his son, Zarl’s body was a painful prison that not even a talented physician of Flencik’s caliber could fuly relieve. Yet the man never complained, and Tara had never heard him offer an il word to anyone.

“You are both too kind.” She bent her head in an echo of their respectful nods. Making an effort to maintain her warm smile without letting it grow and careful to not look at Jessica at her side, Tara turned to Yuder. “Good evening to you as wel, Imperial Father Yuder.”

“And to you, Imperial Mother.” Her lover’s face was schooled to be polite and unsmiling, but she knew she didn’t imagine the heat in his blue-purple eyes.

She’d put extra effort into her appearance tonight, and he’d noticed. If Tara had one great failing, she thought it must be vanity. She couldn’t help but work hard to look her best, especialy when it came to impressing Yuder. The emerald dress, while concealing her from the neck down, wrapped her slight body, molding to her delicate curves. The fabric was rich and cut to enhance smaler attributes. She’d made sure her makeup was flawless, and her upswept tresses showed off the length of her neck.