Free Starport: Zeta Prime (Alt) by S.A. Jackson

time–the intensity. It formed a resolution in Jillian. While
she was here, inexplicably bonded to this alien…she stopped herself
mid-thought. To Faron, she corrected herself. Then she was going to
try and enjoy it, as best she could.
    It had been a long, long time since she had
felt any intimacy, and she missed it. Now, here it was, handed over
on a plate by, let’s face it, a finer specimen of a man than any of
the actual men she had encountered.
    Faron marveled as he
took her in, curious at the way her pupils dilated, spilling into
the grey of her eyes as he looked. The binding ceremony had gone
perfectly, and he was pleased to see that she appeared happy about
it.
    Her body, only partially covered now, was a delight to all his senses. The
females had doused her in oil that smelled familiar to him, but
underneath that was her own scent–foreign and exotic to his nose.
Her shining skin was totally hairless and smooth, and he held off
from touching it for just a few moments, wishing to feast on it
visually first. Unlike the females of his kind, her body waved in
at the waist and out again at the hips, and her breasts–covered now
underneath a scrap of fur –were
intriguingly full mounds that
heaved beneath the material. He licked his lips, tantalized by what
he saw.
    “ I
don’t want you to be frightened. I know we are not the same, but
perhaps we are more alike
than you think.” He spoke softly but knowingly. He had spent enough
time monitoring these people to know their differences were mainly
aesthetic. With that, he ran his fingertip down her cheek. She
closed her eyes against the tenderness of the touch, still
apprehensive but enjoying the delicate sensation. He traced the
outline of her cleavage, just dipping slightly underneath the fur
top, and then down to her navel where he swept circles across her
skin, as soft as a feather.
    Jillian shivered
deliciously at his caresses, and decided that trying to enjoy this
may not be such an effort. He seemed keen to familiarize himself
with her body, and had done his best to put her at ease. She had
wondered–given his animalistic appearance, if he would just jump
her, but concerns about that were far away. This Faron, he seemed
to want her to relax and enjoy it–and so she would. It had also
occurred to her that escape may be more possible as his mate than
as his prisoner. Should she hear news that Mikey had managed to
clear her name and she was able to return to the colony, being able
to roam free would provide more options for getting away. Mind set,
she allowed herself to sink into his touch.
    He
lightly scratched a line
across her thighs —t he feeling was electric, making her gasp. She
turned her face to him–knowing, but not caring that her eyes would
reveal her lust. He read them easily, and bent down to kiss her.
His mouth was warm and inviting and he pushed her lips apart with a
firm tongue. She met the hotness with her own as she kissed him
back, slow and passionate. As the intensity to the kisses began to
build, he suddenly pulled back and traced the outline of her lips
once again with his finger.
    “ I
know you can’t understand me ,
and I find that a great shame,” Faron said as she drank in his
face. Wanting, waiting for him to kiss her again. Every one of her
nerve endings were prickling at the anticipation of him. His
presence was so masterful, she knew she would have to wait until he
chose to caress her again, and she panted slightly with the
strength of her desire, having to make a great effort to listen to
his words beyond the rushing of her pulse.
    “ If you could understand, then I
could tell you how beautiful you are. How proud and pleased I am to
have you as my mate.” He continued, raising his eyes to
hers.
    She had to clench her fists not to react to his statement.
Nobody had ever spoken to her like that before . It sent a warm fuzz
of joy to the center of her belly that was quickly cooled by a
freezing guilt.
    She had never felt so