A Time Traveler's Companion: Chapter 19: Another Secret-Excerpt

 

(Excerpt from Chapter 19: Another Secret)

Trigger warnings: Sexual content

In the previous chapter, Mr. Smith sustained injuries during their latest adventure on another planet and was recuperating in the infirmary. Meanwhile, Remi, feeling restless, decided to explore the intriguing yet peculiar rooms and corridors of the monolith. As she wandered through the vast time ship, she stumbled into the main control room and inadvertently touched one of the crystals on the matrix table, resulting in a powerful shock that knocked her out. When Mr. Smith finally emerged from the infirmary, he discovered her unconscious on the floor and promptly carried her to his room, laying her on his bed until she regained consciousness. Although she had been traveling with him for weeks, once he returns her home, it will feel as if she never left at all.

I would like to mention that Remi is currently 18 years old and approaching 19. It seems important to provide this information for context. Also she still lives with her parents.

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    I found myself lying on his bed. Rubbing my eyes, everything looked blurry then as my vision cleared, I looked around. My clothes were neatly folded on the sofa in his room. I lifted the sheets and discovered I was completely naked, I gasped.

 “What happened?” I said to myself.

“Mr. Smith will be in to explain,” said the AI.

“Oh great,” I paused and realized that I might’ve been here for a few days, well it kinda felt like it.

 “No, oh shit, my parents are going to lose their minds.” Mr. Smith walked into the room, his attire incomplete. He had black cotton pajama pants but was shirtless, and I found myself unable to look away; his face was etched with unmistakable indignation. Gradually, I pushed myself up and leaned against the headboard, wrapping the sheets around me for warmth. He came closer and sat down next to me on the bed. “Remi, do you recall when I warned you about the crystals?” I nodded, feeling like a reprimanded child. “I’m sorry,” I murmured, pressing my lips together and gently biting my lower lip. He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. “You’ll be okay,” he said, then hesitated.

 “But what?” I asked. He shook his head, “It’s nothing, but please don’t let it happen again.” He smiled and kissed my lips. I got the distinct impression that I should be worried, but I decided not to ask him for more information. He stood up. “There is something else,” he said. I gulped, “What is it?”

“When you touched the crystal, the AI scanned your memories.” His brow furrowed, and a flush of anger crept across his face. My eyes widened in realization; he didn’t have to utter a single word. He had pieced together everything about seeing Melanie at the nightclub in 1936 and not telling him and going with her on another time travel escapade, which I had kept from him. I exhaled deeply, “I made a mistake, just try to see it from my perspective,” I implored. He turned his gaze away, clearly let down, before meeting my eyes once more. Rising to his feet, he faced me with his arms folded.

 “You’re not going anywhere,” he said, taking a moment. “I need to think about what to do next, alright?”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, but he just stayed quiet, which made me restless.

“Hold on, why?” I paused choosing my words carefully, “Okay, I went with her, but you’re the one I choose to travel with, don’t you get it? And what’s the big deal about traveling with Melanie? What are you not telling me?”

“Do you really want to know the truth?” I nodded. “She’s only interested in you as a potential companion because she’s checking you out,” he replied.

“What do you mean?” He settled back on the bed next to me, his face close to mine. “She’s probably after another body, and I think she picked you just because you’re with me. We’re not a couple anymore; we’re rivals now,” he paused, “well I see it that way. I fear that she’s trying to snatch you from me out of spite. I shook my head and said, “You’ve got it all wrong.” Then a thought hit me, and I asked, “So, am I just your possession, like a pet?” He stared at me without saying a word. “So, it’s true, I am his pet, his plaything, maybe his next body, I thought to myself. I trembled. “She is afraid,” the AI interjected.

“Damn that AI,” I mused and frowned. Letting out a deep sigh I asked, “Can I go home?” He responded with a weary sigh, “Not at this moment,” before rising to his feet and exiting the room without a backward glance. Left in solitude, I turned to the AI, seeking to uncover the events that transpired between him and Melanie, leading up to the moment he crossed paths with me. At first, the AI seemed reluctant to share any information, but after a brief pause, a holographic screen materialized in front of me, coming to life and showcasing the moments of their last day together. I won’t sugarcoat it; my heart ached as I witnessed the tender moments they shared. The scene shifted to when Melanie entered his room, taking a portion of the money from every era known to man, before slinging the brown leather messenger bag over her shoulder. I spotted the quantum time manipulator strapped to her wrist. She probably acquired it without his knowledge, clever. In a flash, Melanie sprinted out of the room toward the main control room. Meanwhile, Mr. Smith was oblivious, enjoying a shower and unaware of the unfolding chaos. “Why didn’t you stop her?” I questioned the AI.

“I had no directive to do so,” it responded. My brow furrowed as my suspicion deepened. The AI displayed the location from which Melanie had escaped from Mr. Smith. It turned out they were in the 1950s, which explained the vintage attire she was wearing at the time. As soon as she exited the monolith, she activated the quantum time manipulator and disappeared. "I can't believe she actually pulled that off," I exclaimed. The AI then displayed the moment Mr. Smith encountered me. At that point, he had been on a quest through time to find Melanie. The AI revealed to me, "Mr. Smith had been searching for Melanie for quite some time, but she managed to stay one step ahead. It appears she found someone to help her remain concealed from him." I gasped and whispered, "Jack."

"When Mr. Smith found you, he had tracked her to that spot using the device implanted in her. However, she quickly caught on to his pursuit. With the quantum time manipulator, she transported onto her companion's ship, who was tasked to kill Mr. Smith. He was the man you saw on the hill." I was in shock, struggling to absorb this revelation.

"No," I breathed. A hush fell over the conversation before the AI resumed, “Her new companion took aim at Mr. Smith, but you stepped in front of him and Jack couldn’t get a clear shot. In response, Melanie communicated with him through an earpiece, instructing him to hold off. When you looked back up at the hill before entering the monolith, the man disappeared because he too has a quantum time manipulator.” I remained silent, pondering, then I asked, “Wait a minute. I do remember that moment and Mr. Smith had told me that the man I saw on the hill was coming toward the monolith and then he asked me to make a choice, to go with him or not.”

“Correct,” it replied. With a deep sigh escaping my lips, I found myself momentarily speechless, but eventually I whispered, “Thank you for sharing the truth with me.” At the time, the AI only revealed a portion of the truth. Tears began to stream down my face just as Mr. Smith entered the room. He looked at me, taken aback by my tears, unaware of the reason behind them. I doubt the AI was meant to unveil what it did. “I regret what I said Remi," he hesitated, "My love for you is so deep that I fear you might abandon me, just like Melanie did." In that instant, it dawned on me that his actions were rooted in his own insecurities. How could someone so strikingly handsome and full of life experience such doubt? I wiped my tears and said, "I love you too." 

He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine with a gentle urgency, and soon we were wrapped in each other’s arms, with an intensity that ignited every nerve of my being. He made love to me, his arms enveloping me tightly as if I were the very air he breathed. When he entered me, it was with a powerful thrust, dominant and passionate. His thick member stretching me in ways that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Each thrust was deep and relentless, igniting a fire within me that left me breathless, teetering on the edge unconsciousness. Afterwards we lay in each other’s arms, enjoying the afterglow. As time passed, we journeyed to two different worlds. One was a desert planet, its crimson sands stretching endlessly. The beauty was breathtaking, with the winds carving serpentine patterns across the dunes. Scattered throughout the sands were numerous quartz crystals, but Mr. Smith was on the hunt for something very specific. “Mr. Smith, where are we headed?” 

“Ah, Butterfly, I’m on the hunt for an entrance to a tunnel that leads to an underground chamber housing an artifact that I’ve been seeking,” he answered with sincerity. I couldn’t help but smile and let out a sigh. He scoffed and chuckle softly, “What was that sigh about?” He shot me a quick look as he filled a small glass vial with sand and tucked it away in the pocket of his bodysuit. He stood up. I held the magnetic wave scanner firmly in my hands, my mind drifting back to thoughts of home. It was evident that he had no intention of returning me home—not yet, and a surge of anxiety flooded over me as memories of my family and friends filled my thoughts. As he stood before me, I asked with worry, “Will you ever take me back home?”

He sighed deeply, “Remi, I will. I just want you here with me right now. Remember, I can return you to the exact moment we left.” I nodded, feeling a sense of defeat. He motioned for me to pass him the gun and began to survey the area around us. Our helmets crackled with the AI's voice through the intercom, stating, “The entrance is thirty feet to the south.” The winds howled a bit, but thankfully our environmental bodysuits protected us from both the gusts and the intense heat of the dual suns overhead. And yes, this system has two suns. We’ve finally found the way into the tunnels. Initially, it felt like a cave, but as we moved deeper, it changed dramatically; stone steps wound downwards, and to our astonishment, large glowing crystals were set into the walls, lighting our way as we went down. Once we reached the final staircase, we emerged into another tunnel, where more of those radiant crystals adorned the walls, and the floor was lined with cobblestone path that we treaded on with caution. Then we faced a metal circular door. “What now?” I asked.

“I’ve got a way to open it,” he replied, pulling out an unusual gadget that resembled

a handheld scanner, measuring about six inches long and two inches wide. It was sleek and black, adorned with a gold stripe running through the middle. He positioned the device above the lock, and I could hear a series of beeps each time the key materialized on the scanner. The door opened and my eyes caught sight of another long tunnel. “Mr. Smith, where are we headed?” 

“I adore your curiosity, my dear. The AI will lead the way,” he replied.

 I held the magnetic wave scanner gun. He nonchalantly brought up that the large device is known as the MR-649. While it bears some resemblance to a weapon, it is more like a metal detector, well sort of. It functions on a significantly more sophisticated level, though. Mr. Smith keeps his pistol securely holstered at his waist. He said that one day he will show me how to use one of those sci-fi looking pistols of his, one day. The AI's voice echoed through the intercom, "You're almost there."

Mr. Smith exhaled deeply, and relief washed over him. As we rounded the bend, the rough granite walls of the tunnel gave way to a smooth, unfamiliar metal surface. A strange blue glow illuminated our path from above, guiding us toward a circular metal door that was securely locked. Mr. Smith activated the scanner to gain access, and with a careful nudge, he opened the door slightly and gestured for me to stay back while he assessed the area for any potential threats. Just as he stepped inside, a series of lasers shot out, illuminating the space. He quickly leaped back. “Damn it,” he exclaimed. 

“Will we be able to enter without getting killed?” I asked him, clearly worried about this venture.

“Yes,” he replied and called on the AI for assistance. The AI sent him a layout of the chamber and informed him of any booby traps that might be present.

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Excerpt from A Time Traveler’s Companion Chapter 3

 

Chapter 3: Tarislee

This is an excerpt from chapter 3

(Content warning: 18 & over sexual situations)

We arrived at our destination and the monolith appeared in the heart of the city, surrounded by towering buildings made of stunning, shimmering glass-like structures. Stepping out of the monolith, I couldn't help but feel amazed by the breathtaking scenery. "Wow, it's absolutely beautiful," I exclaimed, my eyes wide and my mouth slightly agape. While strolling along the sidewalk, we caught the gaze of numerous onlookers, intrigued by our appearance. 

Mr. Smith wore a sleek black blazer over a white button-up shirt, casually unbuttoned at the collar to show a hint of his chest, paired with black trousers. He blended seamlessly with the urban crowd, where it was striking to see that most others were also dressed in a monochrome palette of black and white.

Curiously, I raised an eyebrow and observed as they walked by. Mr. Smith gently held my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Don't pay them any mind," he advised.

 "But they're staring at us," I pointed out. He chuckled and affectionately said, "You're adorable," planting a kiss on my forehead. I blushed and smiled. 

“It seems to me that their fascination lay more with the monolith than with us,” he observed. Sure enough, a few individuals were making their way toward it, reaching out to touch its surface. The sheer distinctiveness of the structure left them spellbound. With a sense of worry, I turned my gaze to Mr. Smith.

  “The locals here are quite inquisitive, aren't they?" he remarked, without any doubts. The spectators were taken aback as they watched it disappear right in front of them, causing them to leap back in shock. 

A girl, who seemed to be around my age, strutted past us in a black mini dress with zippers for a daring touch, long lace-up black boots, a checkered black and white belt, some jewelry, and spiked hair.

 Not everyone sported such a bold look, but the color palette remained consistent - black and white. While strolling along the sidewalk, I paused to feel the wall of a building, which turned out to be a smooth, sleek surface made of an unfamiliar material. I could observe black and white bullet trains speeding through enclosed tube-like tracks all over the city. Inhaling deeply, I noticed the air was refreshingly clean. "Have you been to this place before, Mr. Smith?" I asked him as we strolled down the street hand in hand.

 "Yeah, it's been a while," he replied curtly, leaving me to ponder if he had visited with someone else in the past. The idea made me feel a bit unsettled. Getting into a self-driving electric taxi, I shot him a quick look from the corner of my eye, debating whether I should delve deeper into his history by asking more questions. 

The taxi's exterior gleamed in white, contrasting sharply with the all-black interior that had synthetic glass with small holes separating us from the front cab. The side doors opened automatically for passengers, while the front control panel remained out of reach for those in the back. Surprisingly spacious, the taxi could fit up to six people. "Head to the Leisure Palace Tower," he instructed the taxi's computer. Looking out of the cab's tinted windows, I marveled at the stunning cityscape before me, feeling overwhelmed by its beauty.

 Mr. Smith was staring at me with a look that combined longing and desire, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable. It seemed like he had hidden intentions for our time together, and I couldn't help but sense that he wanted something deeper from me. I quickly averted my gaze. Trying to distract myself, I asked him about the people here, wondering if we had finally expanded our civilization to other planets. "I've noticed that everyone here is human. Have we truly colonized other worlds?" I asked.

"Yes, indeed. Your people have accomplished that. It's now the year 2203, and this planet is one of the six that humans have successfully colonized," he responded. 

“2203," I whispered to myself in disbelief. The taxi left us at the hotel, and upon entering the lobby, I immediately noticed the sophisticated decor. A checkered black and white carpet covered the floor, with cushioned chairs placed on top. Black ceramic pots held plants, and large black and white paintings adorned the walls. The room's focal point was a stunning crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, its brilliance standing out against the monochromatic theme.

 "Wow," I whispered as I glanced around. We checked in at the lobby and headed to our room on the 13th floor. On Earth, no hotel owner would have a 13th floor due to superstition, but it seemed different here. We rode a glass elevator up to our room. Upon entering, I was in awe. The large windows offered breathtaking view of the city, with hillsides shimmering in the distance, scattered with something all along the side hills. “What is that shining on the hillside? It looks like….”

“Crystals,” he interjected. I set my backpack down on a chair. 

“Really? Wow, they’re so beautiful,” I said. I gazed out the window, marveling at the breathtaking view. The room's automated shutters added to the modern convenience. Suddenly, Mr. Smith appeared behind me, wrapping his arms around my slender waist and holding me tightly. 

Our cheeks brushed against each other, and I closed my eyes, releasing a contented sigh. My heart skipped a beat as I felt his warm breath against my cheek. He gently turned me around, never letting go of our embrace.

 "I took the liberty of booking us a Day Spa appointment, followed by dinner. Tomorrow, we can explore the stunning landscapes and visit the Blue Crystal Caves," he said.

 "Really?" I responded, surprised by his thoughtful gesture. 

"Anything you desire," he responded, hugging me even tighter. I stared into his eyes, wondering if I was now his girlfriend. However, I hesitated to reveal my age, fearing it might change how he sees me. I chose to remain silent, not wanting to be treated like a child. His captivating coffee brown eyes locked mine, and he gave me a gentle smile, causing my cheeks to blush.

 "Thank you," I said, and he smiled at me, his face filled with curiosity.

 "When should we go to the Day Spa?" I asked. He responded, “In forty-five minutes.” As I glanced around the room, I noticed the small black fridge, probably filled with cocktail drinks, and the king-size bed covered in soft white sheets. But then it hit me, there was only one bed. My heart skipped a beat, and I let out a soft gasp. He casually tossed his black blazer onto the bed and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his well-defined biceps beneath his crisp white button-up shirt. He was undeniably attractive. 

Feeling a bit anxious, I said, “Um, I’m going to use the bathroom.” He nodded and before I knew it, he approached me, gently cupping my face and planting a lingering hard kiss on my lips. It caught me off guard, but in a good way. I managed to smile before retreating to the bathroom to collect my thoughts. The year 2203 felt surreal, and I wished I could share this experience with someone like Leila. The realization hit me - what if he wanted to take things further? I pondered the possibilities, whispering to myself, "One bed, oh my God." 

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, questioning why he chose me and what he wanted from me. With a murmur, I contemplated the situation, asking myself, "What should I do?" After taking a deep breath, I gathered my courage. 

"Alright, I can do this," I reassured myself, mustering confidence as I prepared to leave the bathroom. As I stepped out, I found him sitting on the bed, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me. "You look stunning," he complimented with a flirtatious smile, patting the space next to him. I hesitantly sat down, feeling a bit awkward at first, my heart racing. His fingers caressed my hair before grazing my lips, causing him to gulp audibly.

 "I suppose we have a bit of time before our spa appointment," he said as his gaze fixed on me contemplatively, pondering his next move. I nervously swallowed, asking, "So, what would you like to do?" His arm encircled my shoulder as he leaned in for a kiss, prompting me to recline on the bed. His body pressed against mine, his lips exploring mine tenderly. His tongue delved into my mouth, as his hand slipped beneath my blouse to toy with my bra. Lifting my blouse over my bra, he unhooked it skillfully, gently teasing my nipples with his tongue until they stiffened. 

The knock on the door broke that moment, but he hesitated to stop. "Room service," the voice called out, causing Mr. Smith to reluctantly pause. With a soft groan, he acknowledged the interruption and got up to answer the door. As he left, I remained in a daze, filled with the lingering feeling of love. I watched as he walked to the door. With a swift tap on the panel beside the door, it slid open, allowing the man to enter. As I hastily fixed my rumpled attire, the man's gaze shifted between me and Mr. Smith, a sly grin spreading across his face, he raised an eyebrow.

“I brought you complimentary lunch from the kitchen,” he said. Mr. Smith looked at me and winked. The server pushed the cart in. “Thank you and here’s for your troubles.” Mr. Smith gave him a gold coin and the server left. Mr. Smith closed the door. “So, you carry gold coins with you?” I asked. He smiled and lifted one of the lids from the bowls on the food cart.

“Looks good,” he said and added, “And yes, I do.”

“Oh, okay,” I chuckled and shrugged. I stood up and walked toward him. I looked at the food. "We should make our way to the spa appointment," he glanced at his watch. "Is it almost time?" I asked. 

"It's always good to arrive a little early. I assure you that once we return," he paused, gently caressing my cheek, "We'll continue to get to know each other better." He tilted his head to the side, flashing a charming smile. I blushed and nervously played with a strand of my hair. Realizing my childish behavior, I quickly stopped.

 "Wait a second," I started, with a hint of confusion evident in my voice. "I thought our plan was to have a fancy dinner at that upscale restaurant later?" He simply shrugged, his nonchalant demeanor contrasting with the intensity in his eyes as he drew me closer, “We have three days to do that.” In that moment, I could see his intentions clearly etched on his face. Despite my lingering doubts, there was an undeniable comfort in his presence, a sense of security that allowed me to surrender myself completely - my heart, my affection, and even my virginity. No one had ever evoked such emotions within me. His captivating smile and the way he enveloped me in his arms effortlessly erased any lingering worries. 

I couldn't help but wonder why someone with his irresistible charm and magnetic personality didn't already have a significant other. As he strode towards the closet, he tapped a hidden button on the wall, causing the door to swing open effortlessly. Inside, two pristine white robes hung, I picked up the charming mini style robe tailored for women, featuring a delicate white sash. His robe, on the other hand, fell to his knees and was accompanied by a white sash to cinch at the waist. 

Both ensembles were enticing, crafted from a light terry cloth material. "Are they serious about this attire?" I pondered aloud, casting a doubtful glance at the clothing before letting out a soft chuckle. 

"It's necessary," he affirmed, pausing as he settled on the bed. "And remember, no undergarments, just these robes," he instructed. I hesitated briefly, mulling over his words. "Well, I suppose," I acquiesced, taking the robe and heading to the bathroom to change. After changing, I emerged from the bathroom, only to find Mr. Smith gazing at me with admiration. Feeling a tad self-conscious, I shyly looked away with a smile.

 "Should we go barefoot or what?" I asked, breaking the awkward silence in the room. He gestured towards the closet, indicating our footwear options. He informed me that there should be a pair of sandals in the closet. As I approached, the door slid open, revealing both male and female sandals on the floor. I picked up a pair, feeling his intense gaze on me, watching my every move with desire. "Nice," I remarked, examining my sandals. Handing him his pair, I couldn't help but notice his arousal apparent through his pants. My eyes widened as I admired his incredible physique as he stood up and took off his clothes in front of me. I couldn't tear my gaze away, but quickly turned around. He grinned and chuckled, enjoying my reaction. "You're so cute. Maybe we should skip the spa and spend the day here," he remarked, his tone suggestive as he winked. After he got dressed, he gestured towards the door, “Let’s go,” he said. Holding hands, we made our way to the luxurious spa on the lower level of the hotel, reminiscent of a Beverly Hills retreat for the wealthy.

The entire decor was a sophisticated blend of black and white, from the pictures on the walls to the elegant chandeliers hanging above. The room was adorned with a few decorative plants in black pots, adding a touch of nature to the monochromatic theme.

 A beautiful woman with long blonde hair and light brown eyes dressed in a chic white mini dress and white sandals welcomed us. I couldn't help but wonder about their fixation on black and white as I gazed around the room. Despite my initial hesitation to undress completely, Mr. Smith's reassuring nod put me at ease. As we lay on the massage tables, his intense gaze filled with longing and desire made the experience even more alluring, but it also made me feel uneasy.

I chalked it up to nerves. Later, I indulged in a soothing hot stone massage that melted away my stress. A stunning curvy woman inquired if I desired a grooming session for my pelvic area.

 "Men adore a well-groomed pussy," she whispered seductively. Blushing, I hesitated before responding, "Well, I suppose." The room was filled with an intoxicating aroma that heightened my relaxation and happiness. The woman, with her hair elegantly tied up, had hands as soft as silk as she massaged me. Meanwhile, Mr. Smith luxuriated in one of the hot tubs in another room. After our blissful time at the day spa, we strolled back to our room.

 "Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked. There was something about that place that put my mind at ease and made me feel truly beautiful. He wrapped his arm around my slender waist and drew me close. With a contented smile, I replied, "I loved it. It was incredibly relaxing, and I've never experienced a day spa like that before."

 "Really? Well, I'm delighted to have given you this unforgettable experience," he said, winking and planting a tender kiss on my head. As we walked down the hallway towards our room, a woman with sunglasses and sandy blonde curly hair glanced at us curiously.

At first, I didn't recognize her, dressed in a knee-length dark brown leather coat and knee-high black flat boots, but upon a closer look, I realized she was the woman from the park. I let out a soft gasp. As she passed by, I saw a holster under her coat, hinting at a concealed weapon. Her eyes lingered on me before shifting to Mr. Smith, scrutinizing us. My brow furrowed as she walked past, and I glanced back at her, but she never turned around. I wondered if Mr. Smith knew her and if she was bothered by seeing us together, yet it seemed he hadn't even noticed her presence. "Are people allowed to carry weapons so openly around here?" I asked. He gave me a curious look, "Yes, but they are not permitted to use them. Why do you ask?"

"Well, that woman who just walked past us had a holster with a weapon. Did you see her?" He glanced back, but she had already vanished around the corner.  

"I didn't really pay attention," he admitted, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of us together. I am far more observant than him, and the woman's gaze appeared intimidating and slightly menacing. I made a confused face. Upon reaching our room, we both removed our sandals. 

Collapsing onto the bed, I closed my eyes, feeling utterly relaxed and beautiful with my hair cascading around me. As we lay side by side, he reached out and held my hand, drawing closer to me and initiating a passionate kiss. Gradually, he began to undress me, revealing my bare chest as his lips caressed my skin. His hands explored my body, whispering words of admiration as we became entwined in a fervent embrace, lost in each other's touch. I gingerly parted my legs, and he showered me with tender kisses, leaving love bites on my inner thighs. His tongue found its way to my eager, wet clit, teasing and caressing it skillfully. He guided me to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor, and hoisted my legs onto his shoulders. With my hands entangled in his hair, his tongue delved into my moist tunnel, greedily savoring it.

 Ecstasy washed over me, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably. As he pleasured me orally, his fingers skillfully explored my depths. Moving upward, his lips trailed kisses along my belly and up to my breasts. Lost in pleasure, I barely noticed as I shifted further up the bed. With a soft moan, I felt his hard, thick member slide into me, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. The rhythm intensified, his arms enveloping me tightly. Arching my back, I released a tantalizing moan, unable to form words. Pain ripped through me, as he tore through my hymen. My moans of ecstasy drowned out any other noise as every fiber of my being tensed and my pulse quickened. His thrusts became more aggressive, his kisses more urgent. In a brief instant, I caught a glimpse of a flash of blue in his eyes, but I squeezed my own shut, refusing to acknowledge it. I convinced myself that his otherworldly origins were the reason his eyes seemed to glow with passion. 

His thick shaft hammered relentlessly into my soaking wet tunnel, stretching me to my limits as my walls clenched around his thick shaft. He pinned my wrists above my head, the headboard reverberating with each powerful thrust. Together, we soared to the peak of pleasure, reaching our climax in unison. I tried to push him away, but he held me down with a ferocity that sent a shiver of fear down my spine. 

"Stop," I cried out, my voice filled with a mix of surprise and fear. He leaned in, his lips pressing against mine with a raw intensity, leaving me breathless. As he pulled away, a rush of emotions flooded through me, my cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement, and my heart pounding in my chest. 

Concern etched across his face, he asked, “Are you okay?” His worry was evident in his voice. In that moment, I gathered my thoughts, my mind racing to process the whirlwind of sensations that had just consumed me. 

“I’m fine,” with a deep breath, I reassured him that I was fine, my mind finding solace as my heart gradually settled, and the tension that had gripped my body began to fade away. The reality of that first intimate encounter was far from the enchanting and romantic portrayal often depicted in movies and television. 

It was a stark reminder that every woman's experience is unique, shaped by her perspective and personal history. 

I couldn't deny the pain I felt as he forcefully broke my hymen, a physical reminder of the vulnerability and trust I had placed in him. Yet, amidst the pain, we found solace in each other's arms, his gentle touch against my face a testament to his concern and care.

 “I hope I didn’t hurt you,” he murmured.

 "I'm alright," I confessed, attempting to reassure myself that I was fine with the situation, even though a part of me was still bewildered and slightly frightened. Deep down, I believed that I was his beloved girlfriend, and that we were destined to be together forever. However, I couldn't be certain if he shared the same sentiments. He leaned in and planted a tender kiss on my lips, his voice filled with understanding. "I understand your apprehension, Butterfly. I tried my best to be gentle, but your beauty and tender nature overwhelmed me. I couldn't resist your sensuality; you possess a uniqueness that you may not even realize. You have touched the depths of my heart." He nestled his head against my exposed chest, intertwining his leg with mine, and listened intently to the rhythmic beats of my heart. A contented sigh escaped my lips as a smile graced my face. I gently ran my fingers through his hair, while his hand delicately caressed my breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples, and placing soft, affectionate kisses upon them. 

"They are flawless," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. The encounter had left me in a state of awe, and I lay there in silence, attempting to process the overwhelming emotions that flooded my being.

 "I am truly grateful to have crossed paths with you," I whispered softly, my words brimming with genuine happiness. He proclaimed, "You are a stunning young lady, and I consider myself fortunate to have been your first." This remarkable and intelligent gentleman had become my initial lover. 

Throughout the night, we were entwined in a tight embrace, and even as the sun rose, he continued to embrace me in his strong arms. Following a revitalizing shower we shared, breakfast was brought to our room, and we readied ourselves for a captivating 6-hour tour 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 caves in a tourist train that traveled through 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 gift 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. With a gentle smile, I reached out my hand towards his, 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 us 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. A smile graced his lips as we concluded our meal, the air thick with unspoken desires and hidden passions. 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.

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