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Cher and Dolan headed back to his apartment. After spending a little more time with him, Cher decided it was time for her to head back home. As she pulled up to her house, she noticed Maddie sitting on the porch swing, patiently waiting for her. Cher parked her car in the driveway and made her way over to the porch. "What are you doing out here?" Cher asked curiously. Maddie looked up, with a puzzled expression on her face. "I couldn't find the house key," she admitted, a hint of frustration in her voice. "Where did you hide it?" Cher chuckled softly as she walked over to a pot on the right side of the door and lifted it, revealing the hidden key underneath.

 "Oh, how silly of me. I must have forgotten where it was," Maddie said and added, “I thought it was under that one.” She pointed to another pot with beautiful Marigold flowers in it. With the door now unlocked, Cher and Maddie stepped inside. Cher's mother had already gone to work, while her father was still fast asleep, he didn’t leave for work until 6pm. Maddie decided not to disturb him, so she opted to wait for Cher outside instead. Cher and Maddie made their way to her room. It was evident that Cher was excited to share something significant with her friend. "I have something to tell you, and I hope you won't get upset," Cher confessed, noticing Maddie's apprehensive expression. Maddie's mind raced with worry, fearing that Dolan might be teaching Cher more than just levitation tricks. "What's going on?" Maddie asked, her curiosity piqued as she waited for Cher to reveal the secret. Cher sighed and revealed that Dolan took her to one of the feeding dens. “He took me to a place where people like him can feed on human energy.” Cher’s revelation shocked Maddie but curiosity took over, she wants to hear more. “Go ahead,” she said. 

“The place is disguised as a bar and grill but in the back, they have secret rooms where they feed on people who are sex addicts.” Cher revealed, feeling ashamed by what she did to that woman. Maddie stared at her then asked, “Did you feed?” Cher nodded and said, “If I don’t, I will start feeling weak and my appearance will change. I think you might’ve seen it before.” Maddie remembered that two days ago, Cher did look kind of withered and a little pale. Maddie contemplated what Cher told her, she realized that her friend is no longer the woman she met back in high school. She may not be human anymore, but she will stand by her side, more than ever. 

“Cher, if you need to feed, take it from me. I’d prefer you to do that, rather than prey on an innocent person. Cher met Maddie's gaze with a serious expression and gave a nod. In the weeks to come, Dolan teaches Cher how to survive an attack from a vampire. “Cher, you hold the sword like this and slice the head off this way.” He said as he demonstrated how to swing the sword. Cher did as she was told and practiced with him. “Why would I need to learn to use a sword?”

“Because these are no ordinary swords, they are made of silver. However, the handle is not silver but made of steel,” he informed her. 

“Can energy vampires die the same way?” It was a good question, one that she feared to ask. He looked at her curiously, wondering if there was an ulterior motive for asking that question. They set the swords down and sat on his bed. “Yes, basically the same,” he said, solemnly. Cher nodded. “That’s why you must be vigilant when you’re out there and if you go to the feeding dens, just be careful that you’re not being followed. Regular blood suckers are not the only ones to watch out for.”

“What do you mean?” Cher asked. Dolan sighed, “There are a group of people that have been hired by the Church to hunt supernatural creatures like us. They will kill you. They know everything there is to know about killing us.” The serious tone in his voice alarmed her. “Are you tired of training?” he asked and leaned in to kiss her. She shyly nodded and smiled. They began to make out and in minutes they were in the throes of passion.

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 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. 

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Cher was dropped off at her house by Dolan, feeling a sense of solitude as she walked in quietly. The absence of her parents indicated that her mom must have worked overtime once again, while her dad wouldn't be home until the early hours of the morning. After taking a refreshing shower, Cher settled on her bed, deep in thought about the events that had transpired earlier. The conversation with Dolan regarding Leena had a certain level of coherence, especially when it concerned Leena herself. However, the notion of being an energy vampire that he had mentioned left her feeling unsettled and torn between believing him or not. The conflicting emotions within her made it difficult to reach a definitive conclusion. Resting comfortably on top of the bedcovers, she was clad in her printed heart-shaped pajamas. Gazing up at the ceiling, her eyelids grew heavy, and she gradually succumbed to sleep. 

At approximately 5 in the morning, an inexplicable sensation of weightlessness enveloped her. Initially assuming it was a mere figment of her imagination, she turned to her side and cautiously opened her eyes. To her astonishment, she found herself suspended three feet above her bed. Startled, she couldn't help but exclaim, "What the Hell!" The moment she was fully awake, she plummeted back onto her bed, leaving her utterly shocked and filled with dismay. The realization dawned upon her, "It's true. Oh no," she thought, her mind racing with confusion and disbelief. She realized that it wasn’t a dream, it was real. As she lay there, she pulled the covers over her and silently wept. The morning arrived, and it was already 11 am. Her senses were heightened, allowing her to detect the fragrance of her neighbor Kate's perfume and even the scent of the lavender shampoo she used. 

"Kate must be outside tending to her garden," she pondered. Suddenly, her mother entered the room and remarked, "Mija, you overslept." Walking towards the window, she opened the curtains, causing Cher to grimace at the bright light. "Mom, I'll handle that, just close them for now," Cher requested. Her mother shrugged and informed her, "Well, your friend is here." Cher immediately assumed it was Dolan, but to her surprise, when she got up and got ready, it was Maddie who entered the room. Maddie is dressed in a vibrant red button-up shirt with short sleeves, paired with sleek black trousers that have suspenders attached. To add a touch of personality, she adorns her head with a stylish raspberry red beret, a nod to her admiration for Prince and his iconic song.

 Completing her ensemble, she confidently struts in black three-inch heeled shoes.  Her short dark brown hair reaches the nape of her neck, she sweeps her hair to one side, effortlessly framing her face and revealing her warm hazel eyes. Her eyes sparkle with a friendly and approachable demeanor. Cher quietly shut her bedroom door, creating an air of secrecy as she prepared to reveal something important to Maddie. “I got something to tell you.” As they both sat on Cher's bed, she began to divulge every detail, not holding back even the most intimate moments, such as her first time with Dolan. Maddie's expression shifted from confusion to disbelief as she processed the shocking information.

 “Cher, stop messing around,” she said, with a mixture of skepticism and amusement, she playfully nudged Cher, urging her to stop the charade. However, Cher's serious tone and unwavering gaze made Maddie realize that this was no prank.

 "It's all unbelievably true," Cher insisted, her voice trembling slightly.

 "You were right about Dolan, but you never could have imagined just how right you were." Maddie's skepticism lingered, refusing to fully accept what she was hearing. To prove her point, Cher decided to demonstrate her newfound ability to levitate. However, her control over this power was still shaky, and she struggled to maintain her levitation for more than a few seconds. 

Maddie's jaw dropped, her eyes widening in sheer disbelief. Rising to her feet, she shook her head in slowly. "Oh, my God, absolutely no way," she whispered, the words barely escaping her lips. "Maddie, please don't be scared, I'm still the same person," Cher reassured her friend, attempting to alleviate her fears. Maddie continued to gaze at her, a mixture of unease and worry etched on her face.

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The anticipation of his next move left her breathless, eager to surrender to his every command. “Get on your hands and knees.” Cher's moans of ecstasy filled the room as he teased her with his thick, pulsating member, tantalizingly close to her tight little asshole. The thought of plunging into her backdoor excited him, but he hesitated, unsure if she was ready for such a taboo act. Instead, he pushed his throbbing shaft into her wet, eager pussy, fucking her with a primal intensity that made her perfect breasts bounce and jiggle with each powerful thrust. Both were lost in a haze of lust, their heavy breaths mingling in the air as they surrendered to their carnal desires. With each forceful thrust, he would deliver a sharp slap to her round, firm ass, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and pain from her lips. She bit down on her lip to stifle her cries of pleasure, afraid that the neighbors might hear. 

"Oh God, yes," she gasped softly, her voice a breathless whisper as he continued to pound her with a relentless rhythm, driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Finally, as their bodies trembled in unison, they reached the pinnacle of pleasure, their orgasms crashing over them in waves of pure bliss. Her walls clenched tightly around his shaft, milking him for every last drop of cum as he released himself inside her, marking her as his own with a few possessive love bites on her quivering skin.

 "Oh baby, you feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice husky with desire as he emptied himself into her, his hot seed mixing with her own juices in a deliciously sinful cocktail of passion and lust. After that intense encounter, they lay entwined in each other's arms and from the window, the moonlight casting eerie shadows across the room. Cher's gaze shifted towards the clock, her mind filled with a mix of anticipation and unease. The time read 11:30pm, a reminder that she had failed to inform Maddie of her whereabouts for the night. But Dolan’s promise to have her home before midnight, echoed in her thoughts, momentarily overshadowed by the intensity of his passionate kiss. Breaking the silence, Dolan's voice resonated with a sinister undertone as he whispered, "I am going to show you something, my love." His body pressed against hers, his lips leaving a trail of fiery kisses along her neck. The once tender embrace now took on a predatory nature, as his tongue invaded her mouth like a slithering snake. A sudden shift in the atmosphere sent shivers down Cher's spine, a sense of foreboding creeping into her consciousness. As Dolan continued to explore her mouth, a strange phenomenon unfolded before her eyes. It was as if an invisible force was being transferred from him to her, an exchange of energy that terrified her. She could literally feel his essence emanating from his mouth and merging with her own. His words, laced with a twisted encouragement, pierced through the darkness, "Come on, share with me. You are like me now; you can do this." The realization dawned upon Cher that this was no ordinary encounter. Dolan's intentions were far from innocent, and the consequences of refusing his offer became clear. "If you don't feed, you'll start showing signs of weakness," he added, his voice dripping with a sinister allure. In that moment, Cher found herself at a crossroads, torn between the allure of newfound power and the fear of losing herself to the darkness that now enveloped them both. With trepidation, she swallowed hard and obediently followed his command. The act of sharing her energy felt utterly unnatural, as if she was delving into forbidden territory. It was evident that he had performed this ritual before, for he seemed well-versed in its intricacies. In that moment, a startling revelation struck her like a bolt of lightning - Leena, too, was molded in his image. The realization sent shivers down her spine, for it meant that he had transformed her into something akin to himself. While a surge of vitality coursed through her veins, an unsettling feeling of violation gnawed at her very core. Her very soul teetered on the precipice of danger, as if it had been tainted by his dark influence. Following the exchange of their life force, they found solace in the embrace of one another.

"There is something I need to tell you." He uttered softly. "I am an energy vampire, yet I did not wish to bring harm to you during our first sexual encounter. In the depths of my being, I sensed the essence of my beloved wife, reborn in you. Therefore, I made the decision to bestow upon you the same immortal existence as mine, to safeguard your precious life." Cher lay there dumbfounded by what she heard.

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We arrived at our destination in no time at all. 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, we caught the gaze of numerous onlookers, intrigued by our unique outfits, or I should say my outfit. Mr. Smith fit in, wearing his black blazer, a white button-up shirt with a few buttons undone, revealing a bit of his chest, and black pants. It was hard not to notice that everyone else was clad in black and white attire. 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. “They’re just curious.”

 "This place is” I paused as I looked at a woman walk by then added, “Different." He chuckled and affectionately said, "You're adorable," planting a kiss on my forehead. My brow furrowed and I blushed, smiling nervously. "I think they're more interested in the monolith than us," he noted. Indeed, some people were approaching it and even touching it. It was surprising for the onlookers to witness the monolith vanish right before their eyes, causing them to jump back with a start. Almost everyone was dressed in black and white, wait I mentioned that. A girl, who seemed to be 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 abruptly, 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 touch 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 and we rode the glass elevator up to our room on the 13^th floor. Upon entering, I was in awe. The large windows offered breathtaking views of the city, with hillsides shimmering in the distance, with something glittering on them in the sunlight.

 “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 beautiful,” I said. I gazed out the window, marveling at the breathtaking view. The room's automated shutters and skylight roof added to the modern convenience. Suddenly, he 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. 

"Awesome," was all I could say. I was taken aback by the beauty of the surrounding city and him.

 "Anything you desire," he responded, hugging me even tighter. I stared into his eyes, wondering if I was now his girlfriend. His captivating coffee brown eyes locked onto mine, and he gave me a gentle smile, causing my cheeks to blush.

"Thank you," I said, and asked, "When should we go to the Day Spa?" He responded, “In forty-five minutes.” As I glanced around the room, and 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.

Being in the year 2203 felt surreal, and I wished I could’ve shared 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 the 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 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 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 spot on the wall, causing it to swing open effortlessly. Inside, there were two pristine white robes. I picked up the charming mini toga robe tailored for women, featuring a delicate matching sash.

 His toga robe, fell to his knees and was accompanied by a white sash to cinch at the waist. Both 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 slipping into the robe, 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 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. He stood up and took off his clothes. My eyes widened as I admired his incredible physique. I couldn't tear my gaze away, but I realized what was happening, I 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 teasingly, 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 black and white dress with white sandals, welcomed us. I couldn't help but wonder about their fixation on black and white. 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 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. 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.

 "Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked. With a contented smile, I replied, "I loved it. It was incredibly relaxing, and I've never experienced a day spa like that before."

 "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, I saw a holster under her coat, hinting at a concealed weapon. 

Her gaze 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 marks on my inner thighs. His tongue found its way to my pulsating, wet clit, teasing and caressing it skillfully. He guided me to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor, he 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 enveloped 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 thrust 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. 

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