Chapter 20: Myeong & Roco

MYEONG

Myeong jerked awake. She sat up, rubbing her eyes as Miktar hovered over her.

“Sorry to disturb you,” he said, “but you can go to your room now.”

Myeong straightened. “We can?” She looked down at the sleeping Roco. “He’s better?”

“He’s good enough.”

Tucking her hair behind her ears, she looked around the room. It was busy. The capsules were being moved. Beds were being set up.

The medical team was putting up fluid and machinery, the same used to rehydrate and monitor Roco. Lights flickered as computers were programmed. She winced when someone flicked on the room’s bright lights.

She looked back at Miktar.

“We need the space,” he said. “In preparation for our operation on Rictor 5.”

Where they would abduct those women. She suddenly remembered Alexis. She looked around but couldn’t find her. She slid from the bed.

Miktar went over to Juan and Clint. He was likely advising them of the same thing.

“Roco.” She rubbed his shoulder. “Roco, wake up.”

He stirred and rolled over, squinting blearily against the light. “Huh?”

“It’s time to go. The doctors are happy. It’s time to go back to our room.”

“Great!”

He swung himself up and sat on the edge of the bed. Myeong hovered over him as he prepared to stand.

“Slowly!” she cried.

Staggering, he grasped his head with a wince. She grabbed onto his arm. He shook his head.

“Let’s go,” he said. He hoisted up his pants, having lost a little weight during his “infiltration.” Myeong shivered as she remembered.

Roco shivered too. “What are you doing to me?” he asked. He grinned at her.

“Sorry.”

Holding hands, they left the infirmary. It felt like Myeong’s body was itching. Finally, they were going to have some privacy.

Roco must be feeling the same, or was it that he was feeling what ~she~ was feeling? She could see it in the shine of his eyes. Heat rose up from her pelvis, into her nipples, then into her throat.

She could die. She could die right now.

She was panting by the time they reached their room—though Roco was panting more, and not just because he was feeling the heat like she was. He staggered.

“Roco!”

He almost fell but managed to drop his backside onto the side of the bed. Myeong felt her heart sink. He was so white! The scar in the corner of his mouth stood out blue.

“No matter,” he gasped. “I’m fine.”

Taking her hand, he squeezed it. Myeong’s heart was racing just as Roco’s heart must be racing.

“You’re still not well,” she said.

“I’m fine.”

Gripping his knees, he took several deep breaths. The color was already returning to his face. Myeong stepped in between his outspread knees and kissed him on the top of his head.

Then she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing his face into her chest.

“I like it here,” he joked.

Myeong chuckled. Grabbing her waist, he kissed her right breast through her shirt, then her left one. Then he pulled her against him and kissed her under her chin.

“Stop, Roco,” she said. “You need to rest.”

His kissing turned to sucking.

“You taste so good,” he murmured. “So damned good.”

He sucked more deeply until Myeong felt a sting, and she squeaked.

He jerked away with a sheepish look. “Sorry.” His eyes were bright, and his hands were trembling as he gripped his knees again.

“You’re weak,” she said.

“No.” He licked his lips. “It’s definitely not that.”

Far from pale, he was looking flushed now. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. Myeong grabbed his arm, smoothing her hand up toward his bicep. Roco grunted.

She turned to his face, brushing her fingers over his stubble. He took her hand and kissed the heel of her palm, then pressed it against his cheek with a sigh.

“No more,” he said. “No more waiting. This is even more draining than the Wriling.”

Myeong smiled. “I find that hard to believe.”

“~Believe~ it.”

He grabbed her hips, pulling her close, then lifted her shirt. Myeong raised her arms, aiding him in pulling it off. He groaned as he gazed at her, dipping his finger into her bra and down into her cleavage.

“I don’t know how I’ve managed to be alone for so long. ~Women~.”

Releasing a breath, he stood. His hands trembled around his buttons as he tried to pull down his pants. Myeong helped him. ~She~ actually helped ~him~. He sat back down as she pulled them from his ankles.

Next, she helped with his shirt. His arms trembled with weakness. The flush in his cheeks was gone, and he was looking pale again.

“Lie down,” she told him, pressing her hand against his chest.

As he did so, Myeong stripped naked. She didn’t feel nervous or uncertain like she thought she would. For the first time in her life, she felt powerful—as a woman, sexually.

Climbing into bed, she straddled his hips. Despite his exhaustion, his shaft was resting like a thick pole against his abdomen. He’d leaked a little, a streak of semen gleaming against his belly.

She’d had it in her mouth, she suddenly remembered. She’d swallowed it. Other than to save Roco’s life, she hadn’t really felt the urge to do it again—but she felt it now. It was like an ache in her chest. Like a twist in her belly. She needed it inside her—in some way or another.

Leaning over, she licked it away.

Roco gasped and jerked. His eyes were shining as he looked up at her. He reached up to grab her breasts. Her nipples hardened as he gently massaged them. His shaft engorged further, his foreskin tightening to a shine. More semen beaded his belly.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too,” she said. She brushed his abdomen with the tips of her fingers. “I’ll love you forever.”

He winced and shut his eyes. “I can’t take it anymore. Bond with me. No more waiting.”

Myeong’s heart was racing as she looked down at his shaft. It was so ~huge~. So much bigger than Paul’s—and sometimes Paul’s hurt. She winced.

Roco snapped open his eyes. “Myeong?”

Myeong nodded, though her throat was suddenly dry. “I’m fine,” she said. Her voice was scratchy.

Roco was frowning. Myeong gave him a quivering smile as she grabbed his shaft. She could simply swallow it again to complete the bond.

She wouldn’t mind. But that wasn’t what she wanted, and it certainly wasn’t what he wanted. She could feel it in the pressure in her hips, in the burn down her slit.

The connection was waiting. The ~ultimate~ connection. The real bonding.

Myeong licked her lips, her mouth starting to water. He was hot in her hand.

She could smell his semen.

Roco grunted, then shuddered as she brushed her finger over the tip. He gasped, his eyes flushing as he gazed up at her pleadingly.

She felt a sudden clench in her pelvis. Heat rushed up her abdomen and into her chest. It wasn’t her—this was a different feeling.

Somebody else’s feeling. ~Roco’s~ feeling. She suddenly became very aware of her breasts as Roco dropped his gaze to them. They suddenly felt beautiful.

Like they were the most beautiful things in the world. They weren’t particularly big—Paul had liked to remind her that—but it suddenly didn’t matter.

As Roco raked his burning, pleading gaze over her, Myeong felt a curious feeling. It was hot and uplifting and made her feel powerful in an intimate, sensual way.

It took her a moment to realize what it was. Sexy. For the first time in her life, she felt ~sexy~. Biting her lip, she ran her hand up along his shaft.

Roco’s breath caught. She allowed the dribble of his sticky, oddly colored cum to trickle over her fingers. It was hot.

Finally, she shifted her hips back. She pressed his tip against her opening. Again it felt hot—and hard.

Her flesh slid against him, wet with discharge. He should slide in easily. Despite his size—he ~should~.

Taking a breath, she eased over him. Roco gripped her hips as he arched his neck back with a gasp.

Myeong paused, allowing her body to relax. Slowly. ~Slowly~. Inch by inch, she felt him fill her up.

It was wonderful, even a little exhilarating. It was nothing like Paul. More and more, he spread her channel wide.

It felt like she was burning—but in a good way. Myeong grimaced at a sharp pinch as she felt the end of him press up against her cervix. He was so long!

Then she stopped, sitting on top of him, his shaft completely buried inside her. Roco’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared up at her, still gripping her hips.

Only then did Myeong notice the pain of his fingers as they dug hard into her hips. Taking his hands, she pressed them to her mouth.

Remembering what she had promised herself back in the infirmary as he lay unconscious in his capsule, she slid her fingers through his and gripped his hands tightly. She kissed the backs of them, then each of his knuckles.

“Myeong,” he gasped.

Myeong jerked at a deep throb inside her.

“We’re almost there,” she said.