Free Forever's Not Enough (Galactic League of Planets) by Roscoe James

cock.
    There was no music to it, no breathy sigh or lilting laugh when it happened. It was a fight as she struggled to pull away from his mouth, closed her eyes, and mouth gaping, issued an animalistic cry that crawled its way up her throat in fits and jerks, and echoed around the great stone chamber until it settled on his back, driving him mad with desire.
    His breath was hot, his lips dry, and his jaw clenched, when in response to her primordial cry, his toes digging for perch, his sweaty calves bulging, his thighs drew hard as steel, and in search of more strength, his body trapped the air in his chest and he exploded inside her, his body jerking and twisting trying to prolong the beautiful agony that overcame him.
    When he fell spent, struggling to breathe, his mind slipping from bliss to selfish quiet contentment, he discovered there were stars in the galaxy that required more than a spaceship to explore.

Chapter Three
    When he awoke the cavernous bedroom was lit by a soft blue glow that fell through the high windows and the only sound was her soft purring against his chest. He marveled at how she seemed to burrow beneath him to sleep.
    He still didn’t understand, but he knew he’d surrendered more than his body to Madame Ambassador and felt no regrets.
    He reached for his wrist to press the small tab that would make the face of his watch light up and realized he no longer had a watch.
    Rolling quietly to the edge of the bed, he pushed off the mattress and nearly fell when his feet tangled in the gossamer drape he’d torn from the ceiling earlier.
    “Shit,” he cursed and skipped away from the bed, pulling his foot free.
    With the low light and black walls he could barely see, but walked in the general direction of where the wall opposite the bed should be. With a round bed it was hard to be sure. Finally finding the smooth hard surface, he waited and nothing happened.
    How the hell did they do it?
    Feeling his way further down the wall, he waited again and again nothing happened.
    “Come back to bed, my love.”
    He nearly jumped out of his skin when her arms wrapped around his waist and she hugged him from behind. How did she do that? I didn’t hear a thing.
    Still enjoying the glow of their lovemaking, he fished for her shoulder and gently tugged her around his body and pulled her into his arms.
    “What have you done to me?” he pleaded with a kiss to her forehead.
    He enjoyed her smile and how her purr deepened against his chest. “I exist.” was her only answer.
    “There has to be more.”
    “Let me try to explain.”
    “First, I need to piss.”
    She laughed and pulled away, taking his hand with her. A sound came out of her mouth and the room slowly became brighter. Pulling him past the pool of amber water, she walked toward a corner and stopped. He waited, and when nothing happened, he looked at her.
    “You must use your feet.”
    My feet? To pee? To kick something open?
    “Here,” she said. “Slide your foot along the floor.”
    He did. It was smooth as glass. He just stared at her.
    “Now,” she added and slid her foot forward “Slide your foot forward until you feel something in the floor.”
    Sliding his foot forward, he finally found it. A series of very small ridges about two feet from the wall. Still nothing happened.
    “Did you find them?”
    “Ah, I think so.”
    “Now, walk to where they are and stand.”
    He did, and in less than a second the wall slid away or faded away, he wasn’t sure which. Behind it was something that looked like it might be a toilet, but he wasn’t sure of that either.
    She dragged him in and the wall reappeared behind them. She pointed and said, “In there.”
    While he pissed she leaned into a mirror above an ornately carved sink and inspected her beautiful face.
    He felt stupid, but had to ask, “Now what?”
    She showed him how to make it flush and how to make water run in the sink. She handed him a towel that felt more like a piece of fur than