Thread: Countless Stars, Unending Possibilities (The_Gladiator & darkangel76)

Huffing and scowling, Laela followed the captain as he pulled her along the frozen terrain and finally aboard his ship. He seemed proud of the thing, especially of its Dragonian make. Was he from that barbaric planet? She had to wonder given how proud he seemed to be of the ship's origins. Never having been off Helios before, she knew little of the planet save what her parents had told her. Even the whispers and rumors that sometimes flitted about court were rather tight lipped. Though she supposed it might have to do with possibilities of potential infiltration. One thing her parents had drilled into her since her days as a child, was that rebels were everywhere and their hatred ran deeper than she'd ever be able to comprehend. The mere thought of that was enough to cause her many sleepless nights, dreams filled with frightful visions of stoic faces that turned into horrific monsters that wanted nothing but to see the blood of family... her own blood... spilled for all to witness and relish. Chattering from the frigid cold, Laela just shook her head. Her rescue was hardly glamorous, definitely not the sort of idyllic scene she'd imagined in such scenarios. Growing up as an only child, being left alone most of the time, she'd had much time daydream, to read and conjure up romantic notions under the most tragic of circumstances. Of course, she knew it was nothing more than the dreams of a silly girl. But even Illuminati nobility such as herself was entitled such indulgences. After all, she was left to her own devices with no one else to really talk to. She needed to occupy her lonely days with something delightful, something that could make her perfect lips smile as the inevitability of her future loomed in its approach. But this... this definitely didn't come close to the thoughts Laela's own mind had managed to conjure up as she'd sat there alone in those silent halls on Helios. Then again, this was reality and not a fanciful story. Men and people in such stories just didn't exist... The next thing Laela knew, she was shoved against the strange looking man, the right hand of the captain. The one who'd introduced himself as Rafael. For as odd as he looked, at least he had some sense of manner. Though she wondered if all men out beyond the Inner Sanctum were crude. For a moment, her blue eyes blinked as she stared at Raff's strange looking eyes. She remembered him mentioningbefore getting cut off by the captainthat he was of House Talise, clearly of upper class society. Licking her lips, she wondered if he was from the water planet. His colorings were reminiscent of the rumors she'd heard of the beings that resided there, but she'd never seen a Thalassan for herself. Was she actually looking at one now? Was she actually this close to one she could feel his breath upon her skin as he looked back upon her with those strange eyes? Blinking, Laela caught herself staring and averted her gaze. Knowing it was probably a bit late for that, she could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Not wanting to cause further embarrassment for herself, she bit down on her lip and followed Raff into the cockpit and found her seat. The music inside the cockpit was loud and for a moment, she contemplated covering her ears, making a haughty remark. But she stayed her tongue as Raff and Jason resumed their bantersomething they seemed to do quite often. She was feeling rather out of place as she sat there, small and alone, just like she had back on Helios. Suddenly, Laela heard the captain address her. Her head perked up and she tilted it to the side. Nodding, she answered, Yes, I am. She paused a moment as the ship flew through space, maneuvering in ways she had never known a ship could fly. And why are pirates after us? she then asked, curious if they might be the reason as to why her ship had gone down in the first place. Did you do something to anger them? she then added, her tone innocent rather than accusing. As Laela looked out the window toward the open black before them all, her thoughts began to swim and muddle. Her life had turned upside down the moment her ship crashed. But more importantly, what of Hal? Wouldn't he be expecting her? Surely, he would be worried, his first priority and concern her welfare seeing as her ship lost contact with his people on Charon about an hour or so before the crash. It would only be a matter of time before he sent people to explore and scavenge the wreckage, to search for her and anyone else who might have survived. Soon, he'd be looking for her. Soon this nightmare would be over. Ariana's mouth slid up and down his hardened shaft, her lips parted wide to accommodate its girth. Already she could feel her saliva pooling about the corners of her lips, the droplets dripping down her chin as she swallowed his length down her throat until she gagged. Her crystalline eyes peered up to meet his... they were supposed to be golden, liquid metal as they glared back down upon her as she sucked him off. But they weren't. They were hazy, a blurry mist as he stared back, his voice resonating as he shouted out his approvals. Smiling, Ariana snaked a hand upward, her fingers curling about the base of his shaft as she began to stroke him hard, her mouth sucking, tasting, lavishing his cock with all her attention. Her other hand boldly dared to cup his balls as her fingers began to play with them gentlyfirst one, then the othertiny grunts rolling from her mouth as she sucked and slurped. Trying with all her might, Ariana tried to make out the face, his features so clear yet muddled and murky as she nuzzled against his crotch, gagging as the tip of his cock struck the back of her throat. Almost instantly, her hand that had been fondling his balls moved to squeeze his hip, fingertips trailing lightly over his flesh in between moments where she kneaded his taunt muscles. Again, her eyes sought out his, looking for gold, but finding nothing, finding... Without further thought, trying to push the face from her mind, Ariana's tongue began to lavishly lick along his hardened shaft, her lips leaving wet kisses from base to tip and back again before she took him back into her mouth. Her tongue swirled about his tip, teasing and taunting, daring him to fall over the edge or push her further. Would he? Could he? She wondered if he'd dare, if she'd let him... Her body was aroused from the actions, the soundsthe squelching and lewd sounds as her mouth worked wonders on his cock. For a brief moment, she recalled an instant from her past, but quickly, she shoved it to the dark corners of her mind, locking the memory up tight as her body began to respond to her own ministrations of the moment. Peering upward again, Ariana could hear herself whimpering as she sucked, soft needy moans leaving her mouth as she did her work. Oh that face, that man, the pools of gold were gone and another held her head and guided her hand. Closing her eyes, she panted and sighed, her tongue licking and tasting, pleading for a taste of cum or something more as she continue to blow him right there, as he demanded. Yes, for that moment she was lost in reverie and for that moment she could succumb to the ecstasy and forget that she was with Halmir Quinn.