The Artistry of Love (Alien SciFi Romance) (Celestial Mates Book 2) Page 8

  “And then what?” she inquired.

  “Well, my father wanted to pass on his genes to me, making sure I could turn into the… creature that he could. He has the same powers as me. I don’t really know what type of alien I am, but he passed this onto me, creating some sort of half-breed of a son. Of course, my mother, being the woman that she was, tried to sneak out, and then my father killed her,” I explained.

  Immediately, her eyes widened. “Holy shit,” she said.

  “It’s not a huge deal,” I simply replied.

  “Yeah it is. Don’t be like that,” she muttered.

  “My mother was a whore who slept with the first thing she could get her hands on. I know that she didn’t want to be with my father. Of course, she pretended she was in love, but when he caught her trying to leave, taking me with her, he pulled me away and threw her in a dungeon. I never saw her again,” I told her.

  I could tell that Tracey was having a hard time believing this. I mean, I’d probably be in the same boat.

  “My father then marked me. Said that I was his son. He forced me to do what he did, working on experiments. I was his guinea pig. I was forced to drink the concoctions that he made, even if I was vomiting for hours afterwards. He saw me as nothing more than an experiment, nothing more than a bastard child that he thought was a pawn to be used for his own good,” I told her.

  “Jesus. Your father is terrible,” she said.

  “I know. I hate speaking about this, because I don’t want people to feel sympathy. I hid the powers that I had. He knew that I had them and forced me to morph. There was one time when I couldn’t get back, and I cried in my room for three days. I wanted nothing more than to be normal Klanden man and not this… freak. So, I continued to live like this, in this shitty situation, to listen to my father like the good little son that I am, and I kept myself quiet,” I told her.

  “Then what?”

  I paused. What would she say when she heard this next part?

  “My father kicked me out the moment I turned eighteen,” I told her with a sigh.

  “What happened then?” she asked. She seemed so riveted in the story. I felt bad for unloading all of this onto her. I know that humans are very emotionally involved creatures, but this woman… she seemed almost like she was sympathizing with me. I didn’t want that.

  “You don’t have to feel bad for me. I’ve grown up… I’ve gotten over it,” I told her.

  “Jives, quit lying. I know you’re hurting. You feel bad, and you’re trying really hard to play the tough guy. Just let it out,” he said.

  Those words hit me like a blow to the head, something that I was familiar with because of my father. I wanted to tell her she was an insolent fool for thinking that, that she didn’t need to feel bad for me, that this was just insane, but when I looked at her, I could tell she wasn’t lying when it came to her feelings.

  She did feel bad, and that’s what made me sigh.

  “You’re serious about staying. Fair enough. I’ll tell you the rest. When my father kicked me out, he made sure to keep me in that wretched form. I was lost, left to fend for myself for a long time. I needed something, anything, and I knew that I could never live a normal life. I was trapped in these woods, until Remi came along,” I told her.

  “What did he do?”

  “He saved my goddamn life, that’s what. Remi saw me one day, out with a few of the guys and his father, surveying some area for some new homes, and he saw me there. He thought that I was a monster, but his father, a kind and gentle soul, helped me. He gave me a potion, reverting me back to my original form,” I told her.

  “Shit. Well, good for him,” she said.

  “Indeed. But, it wasn’t all that easy after. I was indebted to the ruler of Klanden for his generosity. I agreed to work for them as a mere servant, and that’s what I did. I did menial work, mostly little bitch work that many people didn’t like to do. I was ridiculed for a while, but then Remi got to know me. We soon became friends, since I understood him. Albeit, Remi was much younger than me, he saw me as a sort of father figure after his father got embroiled in work. From there, when his father eventually passed and Remi became the ruler, he asked for me to stay by his side. That’s why I see him as almost like a son, because he took a chance on me. And…”

  That’s when I felt it. It was this strange feeling. There was… water coming out of my eyes. Immediately, Tracey came over, wiping my eyes and looking at me. I haven’t done this in a long time. Ever since… back then.

  “And what?”

  “And that’s why I miss him a lot. I feel a bit lost without him. I never told him the full story, just said that I was just a creature that was tossed out. Which was the truth. I never saw my father or my mother again, and while I did try to research more on both, my father left, going to another planet. Some say he’s on the planet where Lavvy is, which could explain the creature that we saw there that night,” I explained.

  “It was a creature from her land?” she asked.

  “Yes. That was another point I was about to bring up. I knew that creature because I’ve seen it before. My father, he did experiments on those types of creatures. I don’t know how he managed to get them, but he had a lot of strange aliens. However, I feared that the creature we saw last night could spell impending problems for the humans. I fear that there is an invasion coming. I spoke with a few confidants about this, but not the president. I fear that this might spell out lots of problems for you,” I told her.

  She nodded, sitting back and sighing.

  “Well, I’m not here because of something that the human race is going through, I’m here for you,” she told me.

  I laughed. “That’s quite a selfish notion,” I pointed out.

  “Selfish or not, at least I’m fucking honest with my intent. I’m not here to ridicule you, Jives, nor am I here to make you feel bad. I just… I want the truth, you know,” she said.

  “I know. Thank you for that,” I said to her.

  “You’re welcome. And… I think there is something else that we must discuss as well,” she said with a sigh.

  I looked at her. “What is it?”

  She looked at me, and I knew that whatever she was about to say wasn’t about me, my past, or any of the political drivel. It was about us, our future, and what we meant to one another. Honestly, I wanted to talk to her about it too, since I felt like she’s the first person to understand, and who knows, maybe she does mean more to me than I realize.

  ~Tracey~

  I couldn’t hold back anymore.

  I wanted to tell him, even though I feared what he might say. I mean, he’s an alien. I’m a human. This might not work out in the way that I imagined. I began to take a deep breath, fearing what might come next.

  “I know this is kind of sudden, and I don’t want to scare you away, but I need to make something clear,” I told him.

  “What?” he asked.

  I paused. I mean, I could tell he seemed concerned. But I didn’t want to hold onto these feelings for much longer. After all, I knew what I felt was real, and that this would only bother me even more.

  “It’s about us. I mean, I want to be the first one to say that I’m not going to leave you because of this. We all have our pasts. I was a young artist. Raised by hippies that grew up in the boonies. I came here to the city to produce art, to start a new life. I haven’t had it easy either. The fact that I can do commissions now and get work is nice, but it’s never been simple. I want you to know that… I’m here for you,” I told him.

  He looked at me with sudden shock. “Thank you, Tracey.”

  “I’m serious, Jives. I care a lot. I know that it took a lot of courage to admit that to me, and I don’t want you to run away. I don’t want you to be scared. I want you to feel comfortable around me.”

  He looked at me, immediately stiffening. “I don’t like crying. At all,” he admitted.

  “Well, I get that. I know it’s not easy to show your feelings. You’ve
held that back for a long time. But, I’m serious, Jives. If you need someone that can listen to you, someone that will humor you and allow your walls to come down, I hope that it can be me,” I said.

  He looked deep into my eyes, seeing the honesty there. “Thank you. I will try.”

  I wanted to tell him the words that I wanted to say, the ones that sat there at the back of my throat. “And… there is something else that I want to say to you. You might not like it, but I’d rather be honest with you now, than hold it back anymore and assume that you’ll tell me the words I want to hear. I want to be the one to say them… to tell you the truth, what I think we both need to hear,” I finally stated.

  He looked at me, and I flushed. I’d been holding back these feelings, ever since the incident with Brad. I thought that I would be fine with just merely being friends, but with the way that my heart beats whenever I see him, the way Jives looks at me, I know that I couldn’t do this anymore.

  “I can’t be just friends anymore, Jives. I thought that this would work, but I think about you a lot. I paint you, and… I know that you think I’m just some lowly human, but I’m serious about the way that I feel. I don’t want to be just friends. I… I want something more. But I don’t know if it’ll work. Since you’ve never expressed interest in that,” I told him.

  I had to admit, I was taking one hell of a risk with this. I mean, we did have a close friendship, but I didn’t even know what it might turn into later on. He looked at me, worried about this, and then he sighed.

  “I guess the feeling is mutual then,” he said.

  I looked surprised. Wait, he felt the same way?

  “Are you sure?” I asked him.

  “Yes. I’m sure,” he replied.

  I was too shocked for words. I didn’t even know what to do about all of this, or even what to say. I began to shiver, feeling worried about this man.

  “What should we do now?”

  “I want to respond to what you just told me. The truth is, Tracey… I think I’m feeling that emotion that humans call love. That stupid thing that Remi kept telling me when he was here. I never knew what it was like, and upon hearing you say that you wanted to be more than friends I… I kind of feel the same way,” he told me.

  I blushed. I did want this. “So you’re sure. You want this too, right?” I asked.

  “Yes. I want to try. I want to try to be lovers. I might not be the best person for you, and I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I’ll see if I can make you happy. Because… you’re the first person who’s truly seen my walls come down. I’ve always been hard at work, in control of everything, because I had to be. I had to do this for myself, to escape the past. But now, now that I have you… I feel calm,” he replied.

  I leaned in, looking at him. He seemed slightly nervous, but then, I touched his shoulder.

  “Well, you don’t have to worry about me going anywhere. We can solve all of these messes together,” I replied.

  Before he knew it, I pushed my lips against his own. The two of us kissed. He soon took over, pushing me into the couch, kissing me with a force that surprised even me. Why was he so strong, so good at this? I thought that he didn’t have experience in this type of thing.

  After a moment or so, as if he read my mind, he pulled away, grinning sheepishly. “I’ve mated with a few people before, to blow off steam. So I know what to do here,” he explained.

  I felt slightly relieved by that. I didn’t want to be the one leading this.

  “Good. I’m glad,” I simply said.

  He seemed just as ready for this as I was. He pressed his lips to my own, kissing them with a passion and need that I never expected. The two of us stayed like that, making out on the couch. In a sense, he seemed to be holding back slightly, probably because he wanted to make sure I wanted this. But, when I opened my mouth, it gave him a chance to slip his tongue in, and he knew he could continue. He started to mingle it with my own, causing me to let out a shiver of delight. He was forceful, but also gentle, like he knew I wanted it a bit rougher, but also minded the way that I felt as well. After he finished that he pulled away, grasping me and putting me on the desk.

  “What are you—”

  He then pushed my jacket off my body, resting it on the desk. I felt his hands ghost up to my shirt, tugging at the confines of it, and soon, he pulled it straight off my body. I shivered, feeling his hands ghost against my sides. He then pulled back, looking at me with a serious glance.

  “I want to show you something later on, but I need you to promise that you won’t freak out and run away,” he said.

  I nodded. I didn’t want to. My body was already hot with desire, need, and so much more. “You’ll have to do a lot to make me go away,” I said with a breathy sigh.

  He grinned. “Good. Because I know you’ll enjoy it,” he said in my ear.

  The tenseness of this, the way that he said those words, all of this was turning me on, making me groan out loud with a desire that only grew stronger with time. He began to press his lips down my neck, biting and sucking on it, and soon I shivered, crying out as he did this. I didn’t want it to end. I was already feeling the sensitivity of this.

  He was passionate, but he also was dominant and knew what he wanted. I could feel his cock against the apex of my thighs, rubbing it as he latched his lips to my shoulder, kissing and sucking on the flesh there, making me moan with desire and need. He began to press his lips further down my body, causing me to tense up, to shiver and cry out loud, and soon he lightly touched the tip of my breasts with his lips, lightly skirting around it and making me shiver with delight. I began to feel a bit tense, unsure of what he planned next. His lips were just barely touching my body, but it was enough to set me on fire. He then moved towards the inner parts of my breasts, touching and teasing them.

  He waited a minute, skirting his hands to the back of my bra, pulling it off of my body. I shivered, realizing that his hands were against them, touching the naked orbs with the pads of his fingers. I cried out, shivering with delight at the sensation of this. He moved his hands towards the tip of my nipples, which were soft, but also a little bit slimy, and soon, he pinched them. I shivered, feeling the hardening of the buds. He looked at me, smiling in excitement as he continued to tease the perked little nubs. I loved this, gripping the bed, feeling my nipples harden at the sensation of it all.

  After a little while, he moved his tongue over to the tip of it. I remembered that Audrey made some mention about Remi having a long tongue. Jives wasn’t like that, but I had a feeling it was because of who he was. I didn’t care though, I still loved how it curled and teased over the edge of my body, touching the very flesh with the smallest of strokes. I moaned, excited for more, and he seemed just as ready.

  After he pulled back, he moved towards the skirt that I wore. He pushed my panties down, lifting it up, and then, he pressed a finger against my entrance, barely teasing the area and making me shiver. I cried out, feeling as if I was going crazy with every single movement. I loved it, and I knew that he was definitely enjoying this as well. I began to feel him move his finger in and out of my body. I could feel the depth of it, curling against the roof and making me cry out loud. I loved it, and with every single motion, I began to shiver. He moved the edge of his finger against my clit, so that he could press against it while he did this.

  I was losing my mind, feeling as if everything was going blank. After a moment or so, when I was right on the edge, he pulled back, looking at me with a smile on his face.

  “I told you that I had a surprise. You can’t cum yet,” he told me.

  The look, the way he said this to me made me want nothing more than to give myself up to him, to completely submit to this alien man. I felt him pull back, and at first, I expected him to undo his pants, freeing his cock from the confines.

  But no, he had something more.

  While Remi had the tongue thing, Jives had something else, something way better in my opinion. I watched with wid
ened eyes as his body began to change, his arms becoming tentacles, and I realized that he now had four tentacles. I should’ve been scared, but instead, I was turned on.

  “Holy shit,” I said to him.

  “It’s part of who I am. I have a dick, but I also come with these. I guess you can thank my father for this,” he told me with a blush.

  I wanted it, my body almost begging for his tentacles and his cock. I spread myself open, playing with my pussy, looking at him dead in the eye.

  “I want this,” I said to him.

  He was slightly taken aback, but then, he pulled off his pants, along with the boxers, revealing his big, throbbing member. I looked at it, realizing that it would be all the way inside of me.

  “Relax, I’m going to prepare you a bit more so that it’s easy for both of us,” he told me with a purr.

  I watched as he slid a tentacle inside of me. I didn’t expect it to feel so slimy, but also so good. I shivered as I realized he had it deep within me, thrusting in and out of me with each motion. I groaned, holding onto the desk as he fucked me hard with the tentacle, not stopping. He moved one near my ass, teasing it as well, and I began to shudder, moaning with each press of it.

  Would he really fuck both my holes with these? On the one hand, I wanted that but, on the other hand, I was worried about how this might feel. But then he pushed another set of tentacles against my nipples, teasing them, and soon I was lost in the pleasure. This felt so good, that I didn’t even realize he settled his cock into me until he pushed it all the way in, making me groan out loud.

  I felt how tight it was. He did open me, but with the tentacle, it helped with some of the pain. He waited a moment, the tentacles just barely resting against the sensitive areas. I looked at him, craving this need for him to continue. I watched as he began to push his tentacles inside of me and against me, along with his cock.