Lily was not usually aroused by anatomy alone, yet she could not look away. He was long and thick, so thick she was not certain her body could take him comfortably. The head was sharper than a human man’s, an alien detail that only made the sight more compelling.
She swallowed hard as she imagined tracing the dark skin with her tongue, following the subtle swell of veins down to the heavy weight beneath.
“Come here. Sit on me.”
Khar’s voice pulled her forward as if she were under a spell. Shame did not even occur to her. Want drowned out everything else.
She climbed onto his lap, but once she was that close, his sheer size frightened her. She looked up at him, uneasy, into eyes that burned brighter against his darkening skin.
“Khar, I cannot. You are too big.”
She shook her head helplessly, but he would not let her retreat. He caught her at the nape of the neck and drew her close, his voice low and rough against her ear.
“I know you can take me.”
Lily nodded and slowly lowered herself onto him.
Her breath caught. He filled her completely, stretching her, yet there was no pain. It felt as though her body had been made for this exact shape.
Khar did not look away as she began to move, tentative at first, then faster, finding a rhythm. His heated gaze, his flawless body, and the overwhelming fullness combined into something irresistible, driving her toward release. Yet no matter how quickly she rode him, the final edge stayed just out of reach.
The sound she made surprised even herself.
“Please, Khar. This is not enough.”
He laughed softly, dark and knowing, as his hand closed over her hip. Even the touch of his obsidian claws against her pale skin was indecently arousing.
“You are greedy, little female.”
Before she could protest, he thrust upward and took control. From that moment on, he dictated everything. He moved with relentless precision, claiming her so thoroughly that tears welled in her eyes. The world narrowed to sensation, to heat, to the burning intensity of his gaze, until pleasure finally detonated inside her in a blinding white rush.
When Lily opened her eyes, reality crashed down on her like a physical weight.
The details of the dream were already fading, but the aftermath of her release lingered in her body, slow and insistent.
What the hell, Lily?
She stared at the ceiling for a long time, trying to understand the corners of her mind that had led her here.
Having sexual dreams about a coworker was embarrassing enough. Having one this vivid and this unrealistic was worse. It was far more likely that Khar did not possess a perfectly compatible body, and even if he did, there was no guarantee he found her attractive.
Besides, Lily had never climaxed from penetration alone, and something that size without any foreplay would probably hurt more than please.
She wrote all of that off as dream logic. Dreams ignored reality and left only feeling behind.
And the feeling was that nothing in her life had ever been this erotic.
I really need to have sex. Obviously not with Khar. The poor Divani would probably flee the galaxy if he knew what I did to him in my dreams.
She showered for a long time, determined to scrub the last fragments of the fantasy from her mind, and focused on acting completely normal the next time she saw him.
It had only been the previous chrono-cycle that they handed the vukri over to promenade security and said goodbye to the oblivious Silomarila and the ever-performative Vegrun.
It seemed they would part without incident, until Silomarila turned back at the last moment and stepped directly in front of Lily.
Over her lover’s massive, armored shoulder, Vegrun fixed them with a sharp, warning look, making it clear that their safety depended on his companion remaining unaware.
“Lily, is it?” Silomarila asked. The words were ordinary enough, but her voice conjured images of bubbling marshes in Lily’s mind.
