The Flare

Relief

Salona was frantic. She knew the burn would return. It wasn’t overwhelming like it was the first time. But it was terrifying.

Her n*****s were polled into tight peaks, her breasts hard like stones. Her legs were wobbly, the space between them throbbing with suppressed lust. The pangs of desire were pounding through her body like a creature trapped beneath her skin scratching for release.

Before she’d only been scared of death. Now she wasn’t only scared of traveling into the sunset, but of missing Jake’s touch. Of never feeling his arms around her again.

She knew what would happen if it continued. She knew fear of it was escalating her condition. And she knew there was no way to stop it.

In one hour she would start shaking.

In two hours she would hallucinate.

In one day there would experience permanent brain damage.

Salona shut herself in her quarters. After his blithe rejection, she couldn't bear Jake seeing her in this condition. She was hurting. She wasn't being fair, and she knew it. He didn't know about her flare and its consequences. If he did, he would in all probably acquiesce to her needs. He would do it, but out of obligation, which made her stomach turn.

Deep down, she hoped Jake would change his mind of his own volition and come to her. She dreaded telling him the truth. If she told him it would remove his right to choose being with her. She hoped he would want her for her. Not out of pity.

Despite her best efforts to sit alone waiting for the inevitable, Salona had become compelled to see him…to seduce him. She'd told herself she only wanted to look at him. Just wanted to see if he was burning the way she was. She walked into the hanger wearing her sleeping uniform, exposing as much of her body as she could without stripping bare. But still he had denied her.

Salona slammed her closet door shut and swept her arm across the desk in her quarters, taking small delight in the destruction. Her quarters reflected the disarray she felt in her body.

"Salona!"  Jake screamed outside the hatch door, pounding on the metal barrier. "What the hell is going on in there?"

"Go away!  You can't help me!" She'd die of this interminable aching before she begged him to make love to her.

"It's going to be a long mission if try to avoid me, Salona! Now, open the f*****g door!" 

Salona's laugh was hollow. She wouldn't live long enough to see the end of her assignment. If she did, she'd be in a coma.

"That's not going to be a problem, Jake." Salona shouted. "I promise," she whispered, the shaking beginning to set in.

Salona stared off into space for what could have been an hour, trying to focus on stopping the shaking.

Jake found her dazed, shaking when he tricked the locking mechanism, opening the hatch door.

"Salona!"  Jake shouted in a panic. "What the hell is going on? You're shaking!" He grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to be still. "Marilyn! Scan Salona Turah's body for signs of poison or disease." He knew if there was something to be found, Marilyn, his computer interface personality, would be able to find it.

"No, no, don't." Independent examination of her body was against the rules. It was illegal and could get her and him killed if it were discovered

Jake was deaf to her plea. He picked her up, carried her twitching body to the bed and laid her down. Her eyes were wild, sweat misting her cream-colored skin. Damn if she could make him respond to her even in such a state.

"Jake?" Her voice croaked. Maybe if she kissed him. She knew he was attracted to her. Maybe she needed to push him over the edge with her.

Before he could answer, Salona grasped his head and pulled him toward her. Her body clung to his, not a millimeter separating their skin. The sensation was pure combustion through his veins.

She was on fire, her skin feverish and her tongue delving deep into his mouth. Her insistence melted his thoughts into mush. Her sweet perky breasts pushing against his chest didn't hurt. He could feel her taut n*****s through his uniform, digging into his skin.

The contact of his body drove her need to an unimaginable pitch. He was responding to her! Joy over thwarting the flare another day rushed through her, quickly dismissed in lieu of her desire. She needed him inside her. Now! Her hands were desperate, ripping his clothes, not stopping until their bare flesh met.

Jake gasped when she stroked his rock-hard desire. She could feel his pulse vibrate down the length of his erection. It excited her, making her body scream. She was making him need her as much as she needed him. She felt the power pulse through her body.

"I need you now, Jake. We can't wait!"  She begged him, her pride gone.

Jake responded to her need immediately. He was sure of his actions, pulling her to her knees, bending her down face first and hips in the air.

Confused, Salona try to turn around to face him. "Jake!"  She barked. "This is no time to make me wait!"  She wanted to straddle him! Now!

Before she could turn around, Jake positioned himself and thrust deep inside her.

The sensation silenced her objections, her nerves singing at the junction of her thighs. She could feel his thrust through every cell in her body, from her toes to the roots of her hair.

Jake began to piston his hips, thrusting himself in and out of her welcoming body, pushing her toward orgasm. When she thought it couldn't get more intense, he leaned forward and cupped her c******s with his hand, massaging her into frenzy.

Her womb clenched in a deep orgasm, trapping Jake's member inside her rippling walls. It forced him to stop moving. He leaned forward, lodging himself deep inside her.

The sensations rippling through her traveled into his body, wrenching his orgasm from him. Her release didn't let him continue, demanding he take his pleasure as well.

Her body swallowed his seed, sapping the energy from his limbs with a shudder. The vibration of his relief stimulated another orgasm inside her. She shouted his name and collapsed down onto the desk in exhaustion. Her body was high with her flare satisfied.

It was five minutes before Jake could think straight. With the relief and joy of orgasm came the disappointment he couldn't continue touching her.

He wanted her. Every second of every hour since their first lovemaking. But he also wanted to restrain himself, wanted to see more of her than just her face when she came. This impulse was foreign to him, making him uncomfortable. How the hell was he going to figure out his feelings if he kept taking advantage of her? Because that’s what it felt like…taking advantage. He was the only humanoid around and something was clearly wrong with her. Despite the rightness of being with her, the situation couldn’t have been more wrong.

"I'm sorry, Salona."  His voice held a mix of regret and frustration. He couldn't imagine what was going through her head. If she were human, she'd be cursing his hormones and constant need for her. She would probably call him a selfish pig or some sort of Naronian equivalent.

Unbeknownst to Jake, he couldn't have been more wrong. Salona's body pounded in relief of her delayed deterioration.

His apology sent waves of anger roiling through her veins. Knowing their lovemaking tore at his conscience angered her. Couldn't he tell how much it meant to her? Didn't he see how much she needed this?

"Don't you dare!" Salona pushed Jake away, glaring at him, jerking her clothes back on. If he apologized to her again she was going to slap him. The last thing she needed to worry about was Jake's regret. What was wrong with humans? Didn't they mate on a regular basis?

"What do you expect Salona? I didn't come millions of light-years from home to be your gigolo!" The look of confusion on Salona's face made it clear she didn't understand him. He grabbed her by the shoulders, roughly pulling her to face him. "Is this all you want?" He shouted. "Snatches of s*x here and there and nothing else? Did your people send you here to drug me with your body?"

If only he knew, she thought. They sent her to kill him. They thought she would do anything to get back to Naron. But now she was stuck. She needed this man sexually or she'd suffer the consequences. But she had to kill him or suffer the consequences. And at that moment, after a heart pounding orgasm, Naron was the last place she wanted to be. All she wanted was to be in his arms.

Salona knew Jake didn't understand about her flare and the physical consequences. The thought of his finding out didn't sit well with her.

A trickle of fear crawled up her spine. What would he think when he found out? Would he look at her in disgust? Salona almost laughed to herself. After being rejected on Naron for not flaring, she now faced rejection for the opposite problem.

Oh, if only Leinad was here, she thought. He would find this fascinating. A human male not desiring s*x constantly. The rumors were clearly untrue. Even Geb was misinformed, a fact that gave her more than a twinge of pleasure. So here she was, away from home and her body running rampant with a human who couldn't or wouldn't service her. So much for the unaltered riki theory.

Salona burst out in nervous laughter. Would she ever find a space in between where she could be safe? Somewhere between mad lust and the frigid berake?

"What the f**k’s so funny?" Her amusement angered Jake.

"Jake, there is something you need to know about Naronian women." Salona sobered from her laughter and braced herself. "We're different."

"Different? You mean by jumping a man's bones only hours after meeting?" He snarled. "Or maybe on Naron, it's part of the welcoming committee. Maybe that's why no other species has been allowed to land there."

Salona covered herself with a blanket, watching him stomp the small quarters, naked, his parts dangling as he paced.

"I did not jump on your bones!" Salona snarled back.

Jake ignored her, continuing with his rant, waving his arms. "What am I? Some sort of experiment to see how human's and Naronians f**k? You're gonna go back and report the 'details' to your people? Or will there be a public demonstration?"

Salona's pride stiffened her back. How dare he suggest their mating was an experiment! His implication infuriated her. Here she was trapped in lust with her body and he suspected her of whoring for her government.

"Of course!" She snarled back waving her hands in the air like a maniacal alien. "Didn't you know? We're trying to collect specimens of your fluid! And I'm the test tube! And when I get back to Naron we're going to breed little Robertson's in containers and take over Earth!"