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Pantha squeezed his hand, her silver eyes upon his copper. “My heart is a chasm of everything I know and love, and it will always be filled with you.”
I reread the last line, my pulse slowing with a deeper pang. When Luna first wrote this for me, I didn’t think Pantha was speaking directly to me. That Luna intended for me to read this as anything other than fiction, but I’m sitting here, visualizing me and her on some rock in Sanctum. My eyes draw over the next lines.
“In time, everything could be destroyed, and your knowledge and love could be strewn elsewhere,” Jocoby feared.
“You will be with me for eternity.” She squeezed harder.
He held her cheek, stared into her depth, feeling her chasm of everything. “Eternity is not long enough.”
I stop reading the story she wrote for me. Right there. Usually always right there. The rest is sadder, and I like this part the best. Where Pantha and Jocoby are holding on to one another, despite the turbulence and end of times ahead.
Before I shut out the file titled The Chasm of Elsewhere, I see Luna has posted on her Fictitious page. A brand new chapter in her sci-fi series I’ve been reading. It’s mostly set on planet Thebula where the Thebulan Queen encounters political and sexual strife with Zarek, the King of Planet Demos.
Last chapter, a human crash-landed on Thebula and the tables flipped. I’ve been waiting for this next part to see how Queen Solana handles the human.
Relaxing more against my pillows, I prop my phone on my abs. “Take me to Thebula, space babe.” I click into Human Him, Cosmic Her: The Proposition.
“We should eradicate the human, Solana. If not kill him, then he should be flown out of our solar system. It isn’t safe for Thebula or Demos to have his kind here, and you know it!” Zarek thrusted his hands on the sleek desk, causing a fragile solar display to rattle and nearly break.
I eyed him more shyly than I liked. I still wished I had the brute power in me that the Queen of Irymore often wielded. Though she ruled her planet with fear, everyone heard her when she spoke.
“He’s just a human. We know what he’s capable of,” I reasoned.
“We don’t know why he’s here. It could be a trick. Our species do not mix well with humans, Queen.”
I paced around Zarek. “There was a time where your species and my species did not mix so well either, Zarek.”
He stood taller at the mention of us. Demos men found Thebulan women repugnant, with our purpled skin and patches of smooth, iridescent green—lit luminously when stroked with carnal thoughts, carnal desires. Our hair was as white as the cold upon Demos. Yet, no snow resided on Thebula. It had always been a lush garden of green, with waterfalls that could enchant the hardest heart inside our galaxy.
I smile at the description of her planet. “I want to live there too,” I murmur.
I should’ve found Zarek equally detestable. His silvery pigment was not as sickly and putrid as other Thebulans would have you believe. His skin shown like the moons outside Thebula. A radiant hue. The contrast of his black hair resembled night kissing daytime. His hair was pushed out of his eyes, and horns curled just above his hairline.
Mighty horns of a king.
My grin is growing. “Zarek, you beautiful horny bastard. You better do her right.”
Zarek stalked forward. “Our species only mix now because I bound myself to you.”
“You only bound yourself to me because you found me irresistible,” I reminded him. “And Thebulans don’t believe in bonding.”
“You believe in soul-matching. What difference is there?” He breathed against my neck, sending tingles along my spine and lower. Much lower.
My cock twitches against my boxer-briefs and drawstring pants. I shed the pants. Already hot, kicking the fabric off my ankles, and I read the next lines with a headier gaze, breath shallowing.
“Neither are irreversible,” Zarek breathed along my ear, dipping his head to meet my height. Demos men displayed a daunting height, a build that defied the word lithe and agile. Yet, he glided when he moved around me.
He ripped off my latex dress with one fierce grip and tear.
Zarek has some moves. Is Luna looking for a man with his nature, dominant and assertive, or is this just pure fiction? I’m trying not to analyze her as I read, knowing she wouldn’t want that.
It is fiction.
She’s just a writer.
She creates characters and what fits them.
And I let go of all the pressures of tonight and of what will be and just lose myself to her words and her story.
I stood bare before Zarek. Breathing more heavily but chin lifted, the pulse inside of me grew stronger, glistening between my legs with an intrinsic need for him. He tilted his head, his fiery red eyes trailing hot lines over the curve of my breasts.
