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We lock eyes.
He kisses me hard, my shirt riding up behind me as more of my skin makes contact with the wall. Whatever force is behind the wall, whatever artificial consciousness is living in this material, tells me to fuck, to breed, tosurvive.I try to fight it—I can tell that it’s clearly having some kind of psychic effect—but ultimately, it feels too good to stop.
I lean into it—kiss him harder, reach for the clasp of his pants, pull out his cock and stroke him.
Malix groans into my mouth as I undress myself, stepping out of my pants before winding my legs around his waist. He rocks his hips, the ridge on top of his cock driving me crazy, and then he finds home.
One deep, hard thrust impales me.
Survive, survive, survive.
I arch my back as I ride him, his hands on either side of my head, fucking me into the hard stone. I claw at his shirt, wishing I was touching more of him, wanting him naked. I want to fuck him here against these stones for years, to procreate, to survive, to make somethingbetter than us. His kiss sears my lips, then my throat, his teeth clamping down over my pulse.
He’s going to leave a mark.
He’s going to leave a fucking mark, and I don’t give a damn.
My orgasm takes me by surprise, unstoppable and overwhelming. I’m lost again for a minute as I watch a shooting star fly through space, coming to rest on a planet just like this one, then a planet just like Logos, then a planet just likeEarth. Shooting stars in the sky, a humanoid figure urging us to survive.
I cry out as Malix floods me, his spend dripping out and around his shaft. He ducks his head against my throat and kisses me, his tongue on my pulse, lapping at me.
He wrenches himself away and I stumble forward, losing contact with the wall.
I blink.
We stare at each other for a second, me half-naked and him rapidly trying to get his cock back in his pants. I shake my head and reach for my fatigues, blanching when I get a little too close to the magic sex wall. Taking special care, I gingerly drag them toward me and step into them, leaving my ruined underwear behind.
Some archaeologist is gonna be real weirded out when they find a pair of human panties in these ruins, but they’re too close to the sex wall to safely pick up.
“Frankie,” Malix gasps, his eyes fluttering. “Why did you do that?”
I take a heaving breath, careful not to touch anything around me as I snatch up my algae bulb again.
“Fuck,” I say. “I don’t fucking know. I saw…I saw something, and it made me—”
“The tall figure,” he says. “I saw it too. And I…” He pauses, raking his hands back through his hair. His turquoise fringe flares, then flutters shut as he sets his jaw. “I think I know what we have to do.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
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TARAVEN
I pass in and out of consciousness as I wait for my mates to return.
I try to stay vigilant, my worry at first outweighing my exhaustion. But the poison hits me in horrible, painful waves, and I soon lose consciousness. I wake again not knowing how much time has passed, but Frankie and Malix are still gone.
I am alone in the ruins.
I glance down at my comm, drawing it to my bleary eyes. It glows in the darkness: a whole hour left. It comforts me that they haven’t been gone too long, but I yearn for them to return.
Confusion overwhelms me, and I lean my head back against the wall. Yes, I’m confused. I’m angry, and hurt, andin pain, and I want them, I need them. But I suppose love is often confusing.
I wish I had my best friend to talk to about this—but things have changed between Frankie and I, and I don’t think there’s any going back.
My head lolls against the wall, and my eyes flutter shut.
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