This remarkable and
intelligent gentleman had become my initial lover. As the night unfolded, we
remained locked in a fervent embrace, and with the dawn's light breaking, he
still held me tightly in his powerful arms. It is a curious thing really; it
was as if he feared I might vanish from his grasp. Following a revitalizing
shower we shared, breakfast was brought to our room, and we readied ourselves
for a captivating 6-hour tour on a train to the mesmerizing Blue Crystal
Caves. On our way to the caves, I couldn't shake off the image of the scars
I had spotted on his back while we were showering. I didn’t notice them during
our intimate time together, but they were there, clear as day in the steam of
the shower.
I thought about
asking him how he got them, but ultimately, I chose to keep my mouth shut and
let it be. The scenery was stunning, leaving me in awe as we traveled to the
caverns in a futuristic looking bullet train that was encased in a thick strong
durable Plexiglass tube much like the bullet trains in the city. When we
finally arrived, we stepped out and stood alongside the crowd, as
we patiently waited outside the entrance. Our tour guide handed us white hazmat
suits, and I curiously asked Mr. Smith, “Why do we have to wear these?” He
explained that wearing them was necessary to prevent any contamination in the
caves, as well as to protect us from the intense heat generated by the
crystals, which could exceed 150 Fahrenheit. After helping me secure my helmet,
he reminded me that photography was strictly prohibited. Although I couldn't
capture the moment, I can only describe the incredible sight of the caves,
where the crystals shimmered in mesmerizing shades of blue and iridescent colors.
The crystals were
large and towered from the ground up, nearly touching the top of the cave. The
desire to touch and take a small piece of this beauty overwhelmed me. I took
some selfies of Mr. Smith and I outside of the entrance of the cave in our
hazmat suits with our helmets off. Later in the afternoon, we made our way to
the elegant restaurant he had mentioned earlier. The restaurant exuded
sophistication with its sleek black and white
decor, perfectly complementing my stylish black and white geometric print mini
dress.
He opted for a timeless black and white ensemble. From our table, we had
a breathtaking view of the beach and a distant island. Our dinner was
delightful, although there were moments when Mr. Smith's attention seemed to
drift away from our conversation, fixated instead on the crashing waves and
rugged cliffs. It wasn't that I was boring him; there was an air of
contemplation, as if something weighed heavily on his mind, transcending our
relationship. Concerned, I asked, "Are you alright, am I boring you?"
I took a sip of my wine, hoping to ease the tension.
"Butterfly,
I’m sorry for being distracted. I couldn't help but ponder about your
undeniable affection for those mesmerizing blue crystals. The way your eyes lit
up whenever they caught a glimpse of those precious gems
was truly enchanting. I would like to give you a small fragment, one that you
could cherish and adorn around your neck, but the rules forbid anyone from
taking crystal fragments, and I regretfully cannot fulfill what you
desire." He was right, I
longed for a tiny piece of that captivating crystal, a tangible reminder of our
shared moment together. However, I understood the importance of adhering to the
regulations in place, especially on this planet. I suspect though that there is
something else bothering him. With a gentle smile, I reached out my hand
towards him, intertwining our fingers in a comforting embrace. His eyes
flickered with a fleeting blueish glow, reminiscent of that unforgettable night
we shared. My breath caught in my throat as I gasped in surprise.
"Oh, you noticed," he muttered, averting his
gaze and swallowing hard. "I hope this doesn't change how you feel about me
Butterfly," he confessed, his eyes filled with sincerity as they locked
onto mine.
"No,
it doesn't," I replied, pausing for a moment to gather my thoughts, “Why
do your eyes sometimes have a bluish glow to them?” His face blushed a bit
before he explained.
“My eyes sometimes will glow during intense moments,”
he paused and added, “Do you wish to stop seeing me?” I
shook my head, "No of course not. I want to keep moving forward in this
relationship. I love being with you," I said.
"Do you love me?" he asked, his voice
tinged with uncertainty regarding the depth of our relationship. In response, my
cheeks blushed as I nodded in affirmation, although technically we just met but
I do feel a strong connection to him that I can’t explain. As we dined on the
familiar Earth-like cuisine, I couldn't help but notice the strange,
otherworldly fruits and vegetables that adorned our plates. Humans had brought
their culinary traditions to this new planet, but there were still remnants of
the unknown that left me hesitant to indulge, fearing potential allergic
reactions. Returning to our room, the
air crackled with undeniable tension as we once again succumbed to our primal
urges. Our lovemaking was intense, fueled by a fiery passion that consumed us
both. He fucked me in various places, each more daring than the last - the
table, the bathroom counter, the steamy confines of the shower, and finally the
cool hardness of the floor. But it was when we found ourselves entwined in
the bed that I truly lost myself in the throes of ecstasy. Lying on my side, he
lifted my leg and entered me from behind, his hard thick member filling me
completely. The initial gentleness of his thrusts soon gave way to a relentless
rhythm, each movement pushing me closer to the edge until I could no longer
contain my cries. Our bodies reached the pinnacle of pleasure simultaneously,
and as our climax washed over us, our essence spilled uncontrollably onto the
soft bedcovers. Mr. Smith never allowed me to take the dominant position, and I
never felt the need to push for it either. After our passionate encounter, we
surrendered to the blissful embrace of slumber, entwined in each other's arms. The next day, we embarked
on an adventure to explore the enchanting island that had captivated my
attention through the restaurant's window. The monolith produced clothing for
me to wear, a pair of black denim pants, a white cotton lace button up blouse
and a pair of white canvas shoes.
I wondered as to why
the monolith didn’t create a Disco dress for me when we traveled to 1976. I
decided to brush it off and not think about it. Looking around, curiosity got
the best of me, and I couldn't help but ask him, "Are we allowed to be on
this island?" My eyes caught sight of a sign that clearly stated, "Private
Residence, No Trespassing." Instead of answering my question directly,
he responded with a warm smile. As we strolled along a dusty path, I couldn't
help but express my awe, "It's absolutely beautiful." In that moment,
he gently wrapped his arm around my waist, drawing me closer to him. With a
sense of pride, he revealed, "This is a private island that I purchased a
long time ago, but I haven't made it my permanent residence yet. I often come
here to find solace and contemplate my life."
Continuing our walk, we
eventually found ourselves seated on a sturdy concrete bench, strategically
placed to face the vast expanse of the ocean. The view was nothing short of
breathtaking. I found myself mesmerized by the endless horizon, as if the water
stretched on forever. “The tranquility of the surroundings allowed me to escape
from the chaos of the outside world, even if just for a moment,” he said. We
stared out at the sunset, lost in the serenity of the moment, he broke the
silence with heartfelt words, "I'm truly grateful to have met you, Remi.
By the way, I don't think I've ever asked for your full name." With a shy
smile, I replied, "My full name is Remilda Marie Lucan."
His eyes
sparkled with admiration as he whispered, "Remilda, what a beautiful
name." I then asked him, “So, is your name really John Smith?” He
hesitated before responding, “Yes and no.” The answer wasn’t what I expected
and left me a bit irked, my brow furrowed. In that moment, he leaned in and
gently kissed me, leaving me with a sense of warmth, causing my heart to
flutter. Leaning my head against his shoulder, he planted another gentle kiss
on the top of my head. I asked him about his age, hoping he wouldn't mind. He
responded with a casual sigh, saying, "I am the age you believe me to
be." His ambiguous answer left me slightly irate, desiring a more direct
response. Eventually, he spoke up, stating, "Well, the way you see me, I
appear to be in my thirties."
I nodded,
acknowledging what he said. “But I am five hundred years old,” he paused.
“Well, my body is.” Startled, my eyes flew open, and a soft gasp escaped my
lips. "But how?" I asked, my curiosity was piqued by the mysterious
revelation. "The body I inhabit once belonged to a man from the 1500’s,"
he explained, his gaze fixed on the vast expanse of the ocean. "His name
was John Smith. I appeared to him as he wandered down a dusty path." Eager
to hear more, I urged him to continue. He drew me closer, his voice barely
above a whisper. "My kind are non-corporeal beings," he began, his
words painting a picture of his otherworldly origins. "We are Beings of
pure energy. Our planet lies five hundred thousand light years away from Earth.
The monoliths,
including the one you see here, arrived in our world many millennia ago,
settling in the Syranu Desert. The ancient structures were revered by my
people as divine symbols, with no one daring to enter except for one brave
soul.” He exhaled as he reminisced. "You were the exception," I
pointed out, to which he acknowledged, "It takes courage to venture into
the unknown, my Remi, and that's exactly what I did. Although my kind can live
for many millenniums, we are not invincible, we can be killed," he
mentioned, causing me to shudder, "Who would want to kill you? You are a
remarkable being, whether human or extraterrestrial, and you are really
something else, extraordinary."
"I appreciate your words, Remi," he replied before
leaning in to kiss me softly. "So, what transpired next?" I asked, eager
for more details.
"After visiting the monolith regularly, I mustered the
courage to approach the crystals. I cautiously touched one of the shimmering
crystals on the matrix table on the pillar, a surge of energy enveloped me,
transporting me to a completely different world - your world, during the
Renaissance era. It was a breathtaking sight, but my attention was quickly
drawn to a bewildered peasant in his thirties who happened to be walking along
a path in the countryside and spun around when he heard the monolith appear.
He cautiously approached the monolith; his eyes filled with both
curiosity and fear. And then, the door slid open, causing him to jump back and
stumble in astonishment." My curiosity piqued, and I couldn't help but
interject, "What happened next? What did you do?" Mr. Smith paused;
his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and regret. He sighed, "As I stepped
out of the monolith, the peasant's expression transformed into a mixture of awe
and terror. To him, I must have seemed like an otherworldly being - an Angel or
a Demon. It was at that moment that I realized why the monolith had brought me
to the 1500’s," he explained, his voice filled with a hint of mystery. A heavy silence settled between us, the anticipation of his next
words hanging in the air, leaving me yearning for more. "I adore your
curiosity," he expressed, gazing at me thoughtfully. "Please don't judge me for what I'm about to tell you
though," he said. Mr. Smith felt uneasy about revealing his secret,
worried that it could change how I perceive him. "The moment I stepped out of the monolith, the man gazed at
my real appearance." I pondered on that briefly,
"I wonder how his true form actually looks like." He continued, “To my dismay, the man lost
his sight as soon as he laid eyes on my true form.
He was blinded by my light, literally. It seems that humans are
unable to withstand the sight of me in my true state. I brought the unfortunate
man into the monolith, where the AI scanned his body and determined that he
would have eventually succumbed to cancer. So, I made the decision to end his
life." My jaw dropped in shock as I stared at him, unable to comprehend as
to why he did it. I wanted to run away but he held me close.
"Why?" I
asked, completely taken aback by his revelation. He then reassured me,
"The AI informed me that in order to live among your kind, I needed to
inhabit a physical form. Remember, he would have died anyways. Trust me, he
didn't feel any pain." I sat there in silence, shocked by his revelation. His
embrace was tight, as if he feared I would walk away from him, in fact, I
wanted to but emotionally I couldn’t leave him. He met my eyes earnestly. I
swallowed hard and said, “I'm sorry for what you went through, but you did what
you had to.” At that moment, a slight fear crept over me, but I managed to
conceal it from him. As he embraced me, his smile and appreciation were
unmistakable. It was clear that he was genuinely pleased that I didn't pass any
negative judgment on him for what he had done. However, I did want to run away
from him but then my feelings of love for him kept me there. “Where would I run to?” I thought.
“I am so happy that I met you Remi, I finally found someone who
understands my pain,” he said, expressing relief.
"I'll always be here for you." I
promised him, despite the warning signs that I chose to ignore. It's a peculiar situation, really. I am head
over heels in love with him, he is my first love, and no matter if I tried to
leave him, he would always find a way back to me, literally. He found a way to
track me and had this habit of stalking me, which I was oblivious to at the
time. As the sun dipped below the horizon, we enjoyed a beautiful evening
together, marveling at the sky ablaze with shades of orange and pink before making
our way back to the monolith.
