I leaned back against the headboard, pulling my knees up, opening myself to the memory. The plush heart was still wedged between my thighs, and I started to rock against it rhythmically.
"He lifted me up," I told Xecta, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. "He didn't even pick me up properly. He just grabbed my waist and hoisted me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around him instinctively. I could feel his belt buckle digging into my stomach, but I didn't care. I wanted the pain. I wanted the pressure."
I closed my eyes, visualizing it. The dim light of my quarters. The way his eyes burned gold in the shadows.
"He carried me to the bed and threw me down. The mattress bounced. Before I could even catch my breath, he was on top of me. He was heavy, Shorty. So heavy. It felt like a planet had landed on me."
Xecta was breathing faster now. Her hand had moved from my thigh to her own chest, her fingers toying with the top button of her medic uniform.
"Did he... did he kiss you?" she asked.
"No," I shook my head. "Not then. He was too hungry. He just yanked his pants down. He was already hard. Rock hard. It looked angry, Xecta. It looked like it wanted to fight my insides."
I let out a shaky breath. "He didn't wait for me to get wet. He just spit on his hand, rubbed it on me once, and shoved it in."
"Acaca!" Xecta gasped, her eyes wide.
"Yes, it hurt... but acaca," I admitted, a shiver running down my spine. "But it was a giga-giga good hurt. It felt like I was being split open. He filled me up so completely that I couldn't breathe. I tried to say his name, but it just came out as a scream."
I pressed down harder on the plushie. "And then he started to move. Clak-clak. Hard. Fast. He wasn't making love. He was conquering. He pounded into me until the headboard was banging against the wall. Bang. Bang. Bang. It sounded like a war drum."
"Oh God," Xecta whimpered. She was rubbing her legs together now. I could hear the friction of her fabric.
"He grabbed my hands," I continued, getting lost in the story. "He pinned them above my head with one hand. His other hand... it went to my throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. Just reminding me who was in charge."
I looked at Xecta. Her face was flushed pink. Her lips were parted.
"He leaned down and whispered in my ear. He said, 'You are mine, Arala. Every drop of you belongs to me.' And that... that broke me. My purupin just exploded."
"You squirted?" Xecta asked breathlessly.
"Like a fire hose," I grinned. "I soaked the sheets instantly. But he didn't stop. He kept going. He used the fluid. He went faster. Deeper. He hit my gumi-gumi again and again until I was seeing white spots."
"Ten times," I whispered. "He made me squirt ten times, Xecta! By the end of it, I was lying in a puddle. I was shaking so hard my teeth were rattling. I couldn't move my legs for an hour. And him? He just laughed. He wiped the mess off his face and asked if I had any snacks."
Xecta let out a long, shuddering sigh. She looked at me with pure envy.
"That sounds... gimi-gimi buka," she murmured.
"It was," I agreed. "It was the best hama-hama of my life."
The room was silent for a moment, heavy with the scent of our arousal. The air felt thick, charged with static.
"My turn," Xecta whispered.
She shifted, moving closer until our knees were touching. She looked serious now. Her usual shyness was gone, replaced by a deep, intense longing.
"It was on Earth," she began. "Before we left for the Kuiper Belt. We had shore leave. Japan. The old hot springs in the mountains."
"The sulfur ones?" I asked.
"No," she shook her head. "A private one. Just clear water and snow. It was snowing outside, but the water was steaming hot. Capt... he invited me. Just me. He said he had a cramp in his back and needed a medic."
She smiled, a secret, knowing smile. "It was a lie, of course. He didn't have a cramp. He had a boner."
I giggled. "Classic Ranyan."
"We got in the water," Xecta continued. Her voice became dreamy. "I was naked. He was naked. The steam was rising around us. He pulled me onto his lap. The water made everything weightless. I floated against him. My back against his chest."
She closed her eyes, tilting her head back. "He was gentle at first. He kissed my neck. He played with my ears. You know how sensitive my ears are."
I nodded. I knew.
"He slid inside me underwater," she whispered. "It felt... different. The heat of the water mixed with his heat. It felt like I was melting. Like I was turning into liquid gold."
She moved her hips slightly, mimicking the motion. "He didn't thrust hard like with you. He rocked. Slow. Deep. He whispered things to me. He told me I was his little healer. He told me I was saving him."
"Saving him?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. "He said, 'Fix me, Shorty. Make me whole.' And I tried. I used my Remido. I poured my light into him while he poured his seed into me."
She grabbed my hand. Her palm was sweaty.
"It lasted for hours, Arararan. We didn't stop. We just stayed connected. Floating. Moving. I came so many times I lost count. But it wasn't violent. It was... endless. It was a constant state of... you know... wuz-wuz."
She squeezed my hand tight. "And when he finally finished... when he filled me up... I felt it. I felt his life inside me. It glowed. For days afterwards, I felt warm. I felt like I was carrying a piece of the sun in my belly."
She opened her eyes and looked at me. Her pupils were blown wide.
"I can still feel it," she whispered. "Sometimes, when it is quiet, I can still feel him inside me. Stretching me. Filling me."
We stared at each other.
The stories hung in the air between us. The image of Ranyan... rough and demanding with me, gentle and eternal with her, was too much.
My body was on fire. My panties were soaked. I could feel the slick wetness against my thighs. The plush heart between my legs was no longer enough. I needed more. I needed skin.
"Xecta," I breathed.
"I know," she whispered.
She reached out and touched my face. Her fingers were trembling.
"He isn't here," she said. Her voice broke. "He is playing games with the twins. He can't help us."
"No," I agreed, leaning into her touch. "He can't."
"But we are here," she said. Her gaze dropped to my lips, then lower, to my heaving chest. "We know what he likes. We know what we like."
I looked at you, reader.
I know what you are thinking. You think this is the part where we stop. You think we are going to hug it out and go to sleep.
You underestimate the Quarso libido. And you underestimate a Wif in heat.
We are not going to sleep.
The tension in the room snapped. It was like a rubber band breaking.
I threw the plush heart across the room. It hit the wall with a soft thump.
"I need hama-hama," I growled. "I need it now."
"Me too," Xecta moaned.
She lunged at me.
We collided on the bed. It wasn't graceful. It was a tangle of limbs and desperation. Her mouth found mine. She tasted like vanilla and tears. I kissed her back, hungry, demanding. My tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her, devouring her.
She pushed me back against the mattress. She straddled my waist, her small hands fumbling with the buttons of my shirt.
"Off," she hissed. "Take it off."
"You first," I panted, reaching for her uniform.
We tore at each other's clothes. Buttons flew across the room. Fabric ripped. We were frantic. We were trying to find Ranyan in each other. We were trying to fill the void he left behind with our own bodies.
I stripped her out of her tunic. Her breasts spilled out, pale and perfect, her nipples hard as rocks. I grabbed them. I squeezed them.
"Ah!" she cried out, arching her back. "Yes! Harder! Like him! Do it like him!"
"I will," I promised. "I will be Ranyan for you."
I flipped us over. Now I was on top. I looked down at her. She was beautiful. Her white hair was spread out on the pillow like a halo. Her rabbit ears were twitching wildly. Her legs were spread wide, inviting me in.
She was naked. I was naked.
Skin on skin. Heat on heat.
I positioned myself between her legs. I could smell her. She smelled like the ocean and sweet milk. She was so wet it was dripping onto the sheets.
"Arararan..." she begged, reaching up for me. "Please... my purupin... it hurts..."
"I got you," I whispered.
I lowered my head.
I looked at you one last time.
You are leaning in, aren't you? You want to see. You want to know what happens when two desperate Melitos decide to become each other's salvation.
Well, keep your eyes open.
Because I am not going to be gentle. I am going to make her scream until the twins in the gym stop fighting and wonder what the hell is happening up here.
I hovered my lips inches from her wetness. I felt the heat radiating off her.
"Ready?" I asked against her skin.
"Yes," she sobbed. "Eat me."
And then...
I dove in.