A WAR AMONGST THE STARS

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

FOUR MONTHS LATER...

Time aboard passes strangely. There is no rising, nor setting of the sun to alert us of the time of day. There are no clocks, no measurements, nor signifiers that I am familiar with that explain how long time has passed since my arrival here long ago. The only reference of time that I know, is how many times Zurhen, and I have gone to bed together, making love until we both had fallen fast asleep from exhaustion.

Sometimes, he'd fall asleep inside me and when I'd wake, be it a few hours or eight, he'd still be there, in me, waking just enough in his slumber to move in his groggy, half sleep state. Just as he is doing now.

He's cuddled behind, holding me dearly to his giant form and I swear there is no place I'd rather be than right here, wrapped in his warm, loving arms.

Through pressed lips, I smile big, grinding my bottom against him.

"Serena," his raspy morning voice whispers when he wakes.

He grips my hip, pulls me towards, and digs deeper, pushing his cock in as far as it'll go.

I moan, gripping the pillow beneath my head, reveling in delight at how incredible he and this bond that ties our two hearts as one feels, how good... he feels. "Good morning, sleepy head," I greet him.

Zurhen leans over, brushes back my hair and leaves a long, wet lick up my cheek before kissing it.

I giggle at his playfulness.

He trails his soft, tingling lips up the side of my face and then leaves a dear kiss at my temple. "I want to wake like this for the rest of our lives," he speaks, smiling into my ear.

My heart swells, my cheeks blushing with heat.

As I glance back at my handsome mate and our eyes meet, I melt, storing this happy memory of him so that I may remember it always, especially through my darkest of days, if I were to ever know one again. "I would love that very much," I tell him.

"Then so be it. This is how we will live. Inside each other, forever," he speaks, his tone a sweet, giddy, innocent cheer.

"Sounds like a great plan," I respond, the smile on my face stretching beyond.

He grips my chin, pulls my face towards and then we kiss. A deep, passionate kiss, our lips savor the taste of each other's essence, our tongues soon slipping between our mouths to tangle with one another.

His cock slips nearly all the way out, then slides back into me and I swear I really can live like this.

My eyes close and I moan his name.

With an arm rested beneath my neck, he holds me against him, his hand reaching down to take my breast in his grasp. Covering the entirety of it, he kneads my soft flesh, squeezing my already hardened, sensitive nipple between his two strong, blue fingers.

I moan again. They never stop. The moans. Not when every touch from him, reminds me of the first time his skin had graced my own. That warm hand against my cold cheek... only he could thaw my frozen heart and save me from an endless, dark slumber that wished to lure me towards its frigid, deadly trap.

"Now you know how I feel," he responds to my thought. "You saved me too."

My eyes open. "We saved each other."

"We did," he responds.

Caught in a long, sincere stare, I break, chuckling like the love-sick fool I am. We both laugh, but my soft laughter does not last long. It fades once that sensational log moving within, picks up its pace. Those ribbed edges along his cock... I have become far too familiar with. Every slip in and out, I feel them. I count them. There's eight on both sides, separating between each by maybe an inch. From base to tip, he must near at least twelve inches if not a little more.