My 1000-years love

Chapter 7

"If we have resolved some of our differences, I would like to ask you to listen to your inner feelings, feel the connection with me, and… open up to me. As I have opened up to you.” Sgannar’s face suddenly hardened. ”You will never dare to look at another again. That would upset me very much."

I remembered what happened when this maniac got upset and understood his request. And yet, the next delayed thought: now I have to stay faithful to him for the rest of my life? Although, according to his story, it wasn’t even limited to just one life. He laid claim to my soul! My soul for the rest of its existence! Not giving me time to recover, not giving me a choice. Nothing. I pushed him away again.

“Wait. Let’s go over this again. You took me against my will. And it doesn’t matter if you justify yourself by claiming I was disappointed with my life. I was just going through a rough patch. That can be fixed. Now, you’re pretending to be a benefactor by agreeing to build a portal for me. But you still haven’t asked my opinion about our long and happy life together until my death and even after! I take it that ‘liro’ or ‘lleiro,’ I didn’t quite understand, is something like a wife? And the portal is a wedding gift? But you simply took me hostage and told a beautiful story that’s supposed to justify your violence against me. You, poor and unfortunate, searched for me for so many years, found me, and now? You have every right to ignore what I want? And marry me off without my consent? This is some kind of medieval madness. You’re an advanced alien, after all, how can you act like this? You do understand that I don’t feel the same way you do! Let’s assume all this is true. But you’re my past, do you hear? My past! What makes you think I have to throw myself into your arms? Or endure your despotism? What are you trying to achieve with me? Are you going to screw me? And then what? Live with my hatred for the rest of your existence?”

“Yes, I will screw you,” he ground out, but he stayed standing, fists clenched. “Damn it, you’re so complicated!”

He stormed out through one of the doors in the back of the cabin. A tense silence hung in the air. I had poured all my thoughts out onto Sgannar’s head, and now the only thing breaking the silence in my mind was the beating of my own heart. A few minutes later, he returned. Impenetrable and cold, just as I had seen him the first time.

“Three months. I won’t take you by force or pressure you. You have three months while I try to be good, so you can get used to me. Three months while I create and install the portal for you. To get to know me, my world, and our history. And you will try,” he almost hissed at me, “really try. To get to know me, to love me, and…,” he hesitated, “not to anger me. Because if you just string me along, waiting for the deadline to end, treating our agreement unseriously, arrogantly, stalling, or flirting with anyone else on the ship, I will cancel everything, understood? The portal, and any attempts to convince you to come with me voluntarily. I won’t care about your Earthly whims, little girl. You just don’t understand how fleeting all these Earthly emotions and fears are compared to our connection.”

“I’m not feeling any cosmic love for you right now, big bad Raath. Sorry.”

“You have to try with all your might to remember. Do you understand me? Maybe this will help.” And he kissed me with such force that it almost hurt. God, does he seriously think this should relax me and direct my thoughts to peaceful matters? I tensed with all my strength, but his grip was truly steel-like. My struggles didn’t move him an inch. And his lips… His lips were incredibly strong, but also so silky that even such rough actions were very pleasant. No matter how hard I tried to deny it. His tongue confidently and possessively explored my mouth. At some point, he stopped being so forceful, and his movements became soft and caressing. With my eyes open, I looked at his face. Although his eyes were closed, I could read determination, longing, suffering, hope, uncertainty, and authority on Sgannar’s face all at once. At some point, this flood of emotions surged into my consciousness and overwhelmed my thoughts, making the lump in my throat tighten. I couldn’t take it anymore and closed my eyes, surrendering to the will of these foreign but so close and familiar feelings, melting into the caress of his tongue, moaning from that tickling sensation between my legs as he began to squeeze my buttocks, pressing me against his… oh, his erection. He became more insistent, placing a hand on my neck and not letting me pull away. Suddenly, I noticed that we were unobtrusively turning towards the bed, and I rebelled again. Firmly pressing my lips together, I lowered my head and pressed my forehead against his chin, making it clear that the attempt to sneak towards the bed had failed.

“Fine,” he whispered, breathing heavily, hugging me even tighter and kissing my forehead. “Fine. Not for now.”

Lifting my face by the chin, he gazed into my eyes with tenderness and said:

“Let me show you my, how did you put it? Tin can?” He smirked and led me to the exit. “I want to introduce you to T-GInArA.”

“We’ve already met,” interrupted the walls.

“Oh, right,” Sgannar darkened again. “We’ll talk about that later, Gravinid.”

T-GInArA fell silent, but the offended quiet that settled in the corridor brought a smile to my face. I hoped Sgannar knew what he was doing. Quarreling with the mind of his living ship didn’t seem wise. Especially since this mind was capable of being offended, sarcastic, and playing tricks on its commander. For example, it hadn’t stopped me and Laor from having that mind-blowing s*x.

Sgannar suddenly spun around to face me:

“Maybe enough of that already? Trust me, when we make love, you won’t even want to remember that pitiful episode in the medbay.”

“Maybe you should stop reading my thoughts? I can’t guarantee that I’ll suddenly lose my memory and never think about the best s*x of my life again.”

Damn... Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut? What an i***t I was. In the confined space of the spaceship corridor, a real windstorm arose. The air around Sgannar thickened, and his eyes began to glow with white light. He stood like a statue with clenched fists and jaw, and that was the last thing I saw before the hurricane picked me up and threw me back into the cabin we had left a few minutes earlier. The heavy sliding door slammed shut behind me with a crash, and I was flung onto the bed, and everything fell silent again. Once more, a ringing silence.

I looked at the door hopefully, expecting Sgannar to calm down, come back in a minute, and give me a chance to apologize. Though I didn’t feel guilt, only frustration. The normal dialogue was just starting to improve. And I needed it, desperately. Otherwise, I’d never see my children again. I could have at least refrained from mentioning s*x with Laor out loud. For decency’s sake. Maybe it wasn’t his fault that he read my thoughts and couldn’t shut them out? I couldn’t forget everything immediately and control my thoughts, but I could control my words.

After about ten minutes of feverishly processing everything that had happened, I started crying again, burying my face in the pillow. And after a while, I slipped into a merciful sleep.