Eban's Command: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Science Fiction Alien Romance) (Survival Wars Book 2) (5 page)

However, she managed to gather herself before he noticed and
they continued on to a wide cafeteria on the ground level of the ship. Eban
seated her, and she took the opportunity to slow her breathing while watching
him fetch some food from behind a rectangular window. There was no exchange of
any kind of money or currency.

Is that because he’s the commander, or is food free here?

When he returned, she quickly asked him about that while
examining her tray. The offerings were meagre, small amounts of vegetables and
fruit, along with a hunk of roasted meat. It was delicious.

“Of course,” Eban said, looking at her oddly. “We don’t have
much to go around, but everyone is allowed their fair share. It’s the only
way.” He gestured at her with a sliver of meat before popping it into his
mouth. “And exactly the reason we need you here.”

“I promise I’ll do my best,” she said. “Can I ask, what does
the outside of this ship look like?”

“Exactly like the pod you saw, only much larger and with
longer wings.” He shrugged his shoulders a bit. “It works.”

Finishing her meal, chasing around a bit of steamed fruit
with her pinky finger, Saffron tilted her head. Something was happening. A
niggling of thought in the back of her brain. Things were connecting,
struggling to stitch together.

This often happened to her during her work, when ideas were
churning in her mind while she went about her day. Silence helped, and Eban
didn’t press her to speak again as he focused on eating his own meal.

There was something here. All this talk of wings, feathers,
flight. The design of the ship. The birdlike playfulness.

Flight.

Icari.

“Oh, fuck,” she swore suddenly, slapping one hand down on
the table. Eban flinched away and then stared at her but she didn’t care.
Everything came together in a burst of warmth and triumph, the pieces of the
puzzle clicking together firmly.

Icarus was a boy who flew too close to the sun, burning away
the waxy wings his father, Daedalus, had made for them in order to escape some
sort of situation. Icari, Daeden.

A frenzied need to know entered her, and she turned on Eban.
Her voice was frantic. “Eban, tell me. What is the story of your people? Back
on your home planet. Do you know where you came from?”

He frowned with confusion and concentration, lowering his
gaze from hers as he stacked up their trays and drinking cups neatly. “It’s
difficult to remember. However, I think the story is that a young man who once
failed to fly worked to accomplish his goal and mounted the stars inside a
metal bird. He took some others with him, and traveled to a planet where flight
would be possible for everyone. His name was Icarus.”

The whole world spun around her. She reeled with the
information, hardly caring when she hit the floor. Eban dropped down beside
her. His face was a mask of fright. “Saffron?” he said, his voice shaking.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”

Finally, she knew everything. In a voice that shook even
worse than his, she explained what she thought.

What was a myth on earth, and an origin legend on Daeden,
were reality. Icarus was a real man who achieved rocket flight far ahead of
what anyone knew possible. He had literally flown into the stars, creating this
nearly identical race. That was why their language was so similar, as well as
their bodies. There were differences of course, as there were bound to be when
two sister species grew up light years apart, but the realization was
staggering.

To think that while earth flourished, this vessel of escaped
Icari people were all that remained…

Now more than ever, she wanted to help them find a new home
and bring them back to their former glory.

When she finished speaking and explaining, Eban lapsed into silence
with his head down to think. Only after a minute did he look up again.
“Amazing,” was all he said, whispering.

It was amazing but Saffron also knew it was fate. Once
estranged and now returned, one circle was complete. The next was just
beginning.

The rest of the day passed in an impossible blur. After
their revelation together, she and Eban eventually decided to keep the
information to themselves. It wasn’t important, and the general population of
the Icari didn’t need their whole worlds turned upside down right now.

Most of their time was spent with traveling and talking,
exploring the various storefronts. With everything she saw, Saffron only grew
happier and more amazed at how similar life on the ship was to how the humans
on earth that she knew. A bakery offered her a free muffin with a not-so-subtle
hint that she should come back soon and actually buy something. She shared it
with Eban, and fawned over it even though it was rather rough and tasteless.

“That’s interesting though,” she commented, swallowing the
last grainy mouthful. “Why a bakery? I don’t see many other restaurants or
places to eat around here, other than the meal hall.”

Eban nodded. “Good observation. That family manages our crop
areas. However, the daughter had other ambitions. She was business-minded, but
did not want a position anywhere else but here in this empty room. There are
many like it, and so I gave her permission to take a portion of the crops for
her own use.”

That was just one of many examples of Eban’s amazing
leadership. Everyone loved him, treated him like a father or brother. He was
strong, admirable, and quite honestly dreamy. She’d never met anyone like him
before, not a student or professor or farmer. There was just something about the
way he carried himself, as though there was a great weight on his shoulders but
he could lift it anyway.

By the time the ceiling lights were dimming, she’d played
with and met so many different people that she could hardly remember her own
name. She’d participated in the hour of exercise, and was exhausted and buzzing
inside. She couldn’t wait until tomorrow to finally check out the supply stores
and check out the work space Eban kept speaking of, where she could run tests
and anything else she could think of to help.

But before that, there was something else she could wait
for.

The commander of the Icari guided her over down a quiet
sleeping area, and then showed her a room down at the very end of a hall. “No
one else should bother you here,” he explained. “If it’s too quiet for you, let
me know and we’ll get you moved around. Do you want to check inside first
before I leave?” His eyes were very earnest and warm, his fingers tight around
hers.

You should join me,
Saffron wanted to say, but there
was simply no way that she could. Doing so was presumptuous and might very well
be rude. What if there were very specific guidelines to this sort of thing, or
he was already spoken for?

She couldn’t stand here and debate for very long, however.
She knew Eban wouldn’t care if he had to stand around and wait for her to think
but there was an urgency between her legs that wasn’t going to wait. All she
did was smile up at him. He smiled back, making wetness start to trickle down
her inner thigh.

“No, thank you,” she managed. “I’m sure it’s wonderful and
I’ll just be asleep within seconds.”

He nodded understandingly. “Very well, then. Either I or my
first mate –you didn’t meet her today- will be along in the morning. Sleep
well, Saffron.”

Neither of them moved. Then, he glanced down and she
understood, releasing her grip finally. It seemed as though he might say
something about it, but then he just turned and slid away down the hall and
turned hurriedly down the corner.

The moment he was gone, Saffron whirled around and hastily
shut the door behind her. There were lights in here, controlled on the same
system as the rest of the ship’s energy, and they were burning just enough for
her to take stock of her surroundings. The room was tiny, furnished with a bed,
chair, and several other amenities all squashed into the small area. It was
charmingly cozy, and she didn’t care.

Grabbing at her jeans as she hurried over towards the bed,
she yanked them and her panties down and then stepped out of them. The puddled
on the floor, leaving the wetness on her thighs cooling in the exposed air.
Turning around and falling own on the bed, she yanked off her shirt but there
was no time to take care of her bra properly. Instead, she just shoved the cups
up around her neck so they were out of the way.

Panting and shaking now, she swung up her legs and lay back
fully. Burning hot juices were pooling in her folds, leaking down her thighs.
She was covered in sweat and exhausted from holding back but now she didn’t
have to. There was nothing stopping her.

Closing her eyes tightly, Saffron imagined Eban and how
their similar body types would fit together so well. Slender waists, shoulder
to shoulder, their sides fitting perfectly as they sat somewhere and talked.
Perhaps his arm would be around her, her head laying against him. Her breath on
his neck.

She spread her legs, slipping a hand down to stroke her
thigh and imagining that it was his fervent touch, lingering and caressing. He
was so callused and she was so soft, two people from such opposite worlds on
the verge of joining.

Her breath caught in her throat now. Her pussy was on fire,
burning with need. Her fingers slid inward, sliding all over her mound to
spread the wetness wherever she touched. Would Eban start to squirm under her breath,
getting excited that she was so near, so utterly his without a word ever
passing between him?

His lips would be so sweet and soft against hers, especially
lower. In the solitude of the moment, he could claim her right then and there.
Bare-chested, perhaps. Removing his flight harness, unbuttoning his commander’s
vest to offer her a glimpse of his defined chest and abs. He would undo his
pants, sliding them down just enough to show her his throbbing dick.

“I want you,” he would whisper.

Lying there in her bed, Saffron let her fingers finally head
right where they went to. They stroked over her clit, so swollen the sensitive
tip protruded up from between her large, slick lips. Pleasure so large it was
an ocean crashed over her head, threatening to drag her down and drown her;
taking another shuddering gulp of breath, she sank in. Grabbing her clit with
two fingers and holding her pussy lips spread with the other hand, she started
to work her fingers up and down. Sometimes, she pressed in hard against herself
and then writhed with ecstasy until she released the pressure. But mostly it
was a steady motion, both fingers working in harmony to tease and torment her
with pleasure, just like she imagined Eban would. He was a wonderful lover,
attentive and skilled.

When it was too much and her juices were flooding not only
her thighs but the bed, she slid her fingers down from her clit and positioned
them just inside herself. The sensation of being filled, the want of more, and
her powerful imagination brought everything forward to a powerful culmination.
The bed itself seemed to heave, bucking her hips up to engulf her fingers deep
inside her pussy.

In her mind’s eye, Eban had snapped and lost control,
piercing her through by sinking to the hilt of his thick shaft in one smooth
motion.

Her head fell back, fingers thrusting inside herself. There
were no sexual thumps of contact as hips came together and apart over and over,
but her pussy made delightfully wet sounds as her muscles tightened and shook
to grab at her fingers. She fought against her own friction, diving deeper and
deeper. First two fingers and then three, she moved the fingers of her hand
right over her clit and rubbed hard.

Her head tossed. Unable to think, to move, to do anything,
all she could do was play with herself with her eyes shut. Her hands were
Eban’s, and her fingers were his dick –but her fingers weren’t long enough to
get quite where she wanted them. Frustration grew, melding with the sexual fire
starting to burn out of control. There was only so far she could go by herself,
which meant she couldn’t hit the very back of her pussy walls or stretch
herself like a nice shaft.

But, her orgasm was pounding for release and she knew what
she had to do.

And Saffron knew exactly where it was, too. She was just as
experienced. So now, in her imagination, she reached out and grabbed Eban’s
dick, right near his soft and velvety balls, and pulled him around slightly to
adjust. His eyes would catch hers, full of galaxies, and then he would give one
last thrust.

And now, she crooked her fingers against her g-spot and
shattered apart in an explosion of gasps and constricted screams. She was a
noisy lover but now she struggled to control herself while her whole body shook
and quivered with oblivion. Her back arched against the mattress, every muscle
tightened to catch and spread the pleasure.

It was a long time before it was over. Her body collapsed
long before the remnants of her pleasure faded. All at once, she felt as wrung
out as a dish towel. There was nothing that could have kept her awake right
then, as she fell asleep with her pussy still tingling.