Chapter 15 - My Tendrils Of Magic Are Explosive
Viera
When Viera woke up, she looked at her watch, then groaned. Gah! The hour differential between Earth and the space station really messes with my circadian rhythm. I should be having dinner right now. I feel so heavy! She took a deep breath and pushed herself up.
After visiting the restroom, she found Thorn lying in bed watching her under lowered eyelids, a bit of a wicked smile on her face. She summoned Viera with a wave of her hand.
Viera smiled back, desire heating her. “When do we need to meet the others on the promenade?”
Thorn made an appreciative sound deep in her throat, her gaze raking up and down Viera’s body. “We have time.” Her voice came out low.
Swinging her hips, Viera sashayed to the bed, then climbed up onto her hands and knees. She crawled along Thorn, randomly kissing the beautiful turquoise skin: a hip, her lower belly, just below her breast. When Viera reached Thorn’s face, she swooped in for a proper kiss, slow, deep, and with enough pizazz to curl Viera’s toes.
Viera rubbed against Thorn, igniting sparks throughout her body. She rolled her hips, stimulating both her and Thorn’s sex.
While she moved, Thorn’s hands reached up, stroking her chest, spending time with Viera’s nipple. Her other hand slid lower, her hand adding to the sensations between their legs. Viera groaned and trembled with need as nimble fingers played with her clit.
Thorn broke their kiss. “Come on, Viera. Scream for me.”
Thorn continued to play Viera like an instrument she’d mastered and Viera forgot how to breathe. She quivered as the heat and pleasure built deep in her gut. Her head dropped and Thorn licked around her ear, nibbling on the lobe. “You’re so close, my love. Yell out your release.”
Viera’s world became Thorn—her hands, her tongue, her words. The pressure within her grew, taking over everything.
“Come for me, love.”
Viera’s mind fractured. Fireworks exploded and she hollered Thorn’s name, collapsing on the other woman.
“Hmmm,” Viera moaned a few moments later. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” Thorn replied, a laugh in her voice.
“Time for my appetizer.” Viera pushed herself up and kissed the side of Thorn’s neck.
Thorn twined her fingers in Viera’s hair. “Not right now. When we get on the ship, we can go to ‘bed’ early, but we need to meet the others on the promenade soon. You need to go soak. It’s better here than on the ship. Make it a double.”
Viera sighed. “You’re ruining my fun.”
A single brow hit Thorn’s dark purple hair. “Are you saying you didn’t have fun?”
Laughing, Viera pushed herself up. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Thorn slapped her ass and Viera bit back a moan, thinking how much she enjoyed the other woman’s touch as she headed to the closet to gather clothes before her shower and soak.
***
As always, the promenade was full of beings. The vast number of aliens who came to eat in the social area was the main reason she’d learned how to program the panel to make her own meals. The variety of eating establishments meant that any type of food could probably be found, but Viera didn’t speak Galactic Standard and none of the food was familiar to her. On Earth, she was on the short side of average for a human. In the world of aliens, she felt like a halfling.
She and Thorn were the first to the agreed-upon restaurant. A server showed up and Thorn ordered before Viera was required to look over a menu she couldn’t read. Once the server left, Thorn smiled sheepishly. “If you don’t like what I ordered, we can get something else. I just figured this would be easier.”
“What did you get?”
“Eggs, sausage, hash browns, toast, and coffee.”
Viera’s stomach grumbled in approval. “That sounds amazing.”
“I also got a bowl of oats and grain for Flower Prancer. A third plate for Juniper, and a plate of Horax’s favorite breakfast. I figure we need to eat fast and get on our way. The crew will transfer our bags so we can leave from here.”
Viera slumped in her chair. “Your world is so much more convenient than mine. I can’t imagine how hard it was for the chanzii to adapt to the backwater ways of the Earthlings.”
Thorn laughed. “It was a bit of an adjustment, but your planet has good points as well. I don’t think any of my people have suffered.”
Before Viera could respond, Horax lumbered up. “Heya, Thorn, Viera. Good to see you both.”
Thorn leaned back as the server brought their drinks. Viera immediately picked up the coffee and brought the mug up to her face. It was hot, but even the scent was fantastic. Thorn asked, “Are you missing any of your training sessions or competition rounds going to Abritos with us? It’s four days there, four days back, and several days there on site.”
The qynad sighed, lapping up some of his own drink. “I know it’s not a short trip, but I don’t like you or the ship traveling to a place that could have krottel without me.”
Thorn nodded. “I don’t think it’s necessary. We have several of our ships already there, but I appreciate having you along.”
Flower Prancer approached the group, his hooves echoing in the crowded restaurant. No matter how loud an area is, that Elder always makes himself known.
“Commander Firoza, qynad, Ms. Kor, are we ready to leave?”
One of Thorn’s eyebrows rose. “We just ordered, Elder. I thought we could eat first and then head out. If you’ve packed, my ship will make sure your items are secured in your rooms.”
His tail swished, annoyed as always. “Very well. Where is the server so I can order?”
“I ordered you the standard breakfast. If you don’t like it, we can rearrange.”
