EarthBound: A Jupiter Ascending Fan-Fiction: Book 1

Chapter 2: The First Night

Chaperoned to her assigned Quarters on the Officer's deck, Jupiter enters her lonely room. Preoccupied with her endless thoughts of Caine, she again didn't remember its location. Turning to fiddle with the buttons on the control panel, she closes the sliding door and leans her back against it.

Viewing this interior space, the decor of this compact room matches the rest of the ship, displayed in various shades of navy, dark gray, and glass. Its furnishings are simplified; build-in bookcases, lockers for closets, a private en suite, with a sonic shower. The bed, resembling a chaise-lounge, lies horizontally along the window, displaying a view of the Earth in all its beautiful blue-green glory.

Jupiter wasn't sure if Caine understood her message. At the Captain's insistence, eye contact was all she had time for. She ponders, the Captain wouldn't deliberately keep the two of us apart? She brushes off such negative thoughts, knowing without a doubt in her mind, Caine Wise saved my life five times over! He is a man without equal.

She hears a soft scratching sound at her door. Following is a voice calling for her, "Jupiter." She pictures in her mind, the man attached to that voice and she moves to answer that call. Brushing her fingers along the control panel, she again searches in her double frustration, huffing, "Damn door buttons!"

"It's the big button on the left side," the melodic voice whispers.

"It's dark in here... oh wait, there it is," she declares in victory. Pressing it, the door slides open, revealing the man who's been at the center of her preoccupation for nearly a week. Leaping into his arms, she wraps her legs around his waist, smothering him with kisses, and breathing in his intoxicating scent.

Caine is happy to receive such a greeting, and savors this moment by holding her in his arms and tasting her lips in return. He walks across the threshold, breathing in her scent while mentioning, "I'm late getting here, I had to wait for the Captain to return to the bridge before I could see you."

"That's okay," she whispers in his ear, not understanding his meaning. "You're here with me now, that's all that matters."

Caine reaches his hand to the panel controls along the wall, closing and locking the door without looking. Licking her kiss along his lips, he asks, "Jupiter, do you want me here?"

"I do! I can't think of anything else but you," she murmurs, continuing to kiss his lips and probe his mouth with her tongue.

Stopping his baser instincts from taking over, Caine double checks again, "Is this what you want, to be with me?"

Puzzled by his question, Jupiter smiles sweetly. Touching his face, she looks deeply into his boundless emeralds to reassure him, "Yes. Yes, I do. More than anything."

Caine's green eyes darken with desire for this beautiful woman held captive in his arms. He grabs her hair, commanding her attention, and he kisses her, slowly, fervently, drinking in every ounce of her.

Enraptured by him, by his strength, Jupiter surrenders herself, knowing she wants him. Desperately.

Stepping to the bed, Caine places her gently on it. Pausing only to take off his clothes. His Aegis Jacket that unsnaps at the shoulder. Followed by his black tank shirt.

Jupiter watches him, inspecting every inch of his naked form, and she licks her lips. Following his lead, she removes pieces of her own clothing.

Caine reaches for her belt, pulling her towards him and closer to the edge of the bed. This forces her to lie back, bringing her underneath him to meet his gaze.

It's Jupiter who gets his message, I mean business and will fuck the hell out of you. Her heart flutters, and she turns her head from him, intimidated. She trembles a little, not because she's afraid of him, but because she is so wet for him.

Caine removes every article of her clothing, stopping at her panties. "Jupiter, I can smell you want me," he determines.

"I do," she purrs.

"Not just yet," he says with a smirk. Taking a hold of her panties, he pulls them past her hips. Lifting both her legs together, he slides the tiny material from her bottom up towards the top of her toes. He takes a moment to smell her scent before tossing her panties aside. Kneeling on the floor next to her, Caine plunges his head between her thighs.

Jupiter squeals at his tongue caressing her intimate parts. So intense is his probing that she cries out, "Please don't stop."

Complying with her wishes, Caine grips her by the waist and her lower back to pull her closer to his hungry mouth—focusing on her clitoris.

Jupiter arches her back, held captive by her sweet tormentor, she loses her mind to this pleasure.

Caine places two of his fingers inside of her, directing them towards her g-spot, and he presses on it, hard.

A sensation she responds to in incoherent phrases.

He continues in this pursuit, holding her there, using both his tongue and his fingers to bend this Queen to his will.

She falls to his mercy, shaking in delight.

Caine did not stop. He delivers a second to Jupiter, a third, and a fourth. He did not finish devouring his... meal until she nearly passes out from the intensity.

Jupiter lies motionless, except for the tiny intermittent muscle spasms she receives from her lover's skill-set. Her voice a mere whimper that only his wolf's ears can hear.

Satisfied with his work, Caine stands, licking his fingers and enjoying the view of this beautiful Goddess writhing before him. The sight of this woman makes him hard as a rock. He wants, very much, to ravish her, but restrains himself to ask, "Jupiter. I want to fuck you. Hard. For a really long time," he insists. "Give me permission to do so."

Regaining her voice, she questions him with a breathless reply, "Wait... you, you need my permission... now? After what you've already done to me?"

"Yes."

Gasping for air, she bestows her answer to him without hesitation, "You have it. Yes."

Caine seizes her by the ankles, yanking Jupiter closer to him. He extends his reach towards her calf, her thigh, and her lower back. Lifting her off the bed and holding her in his arms, he wastes no time thrusting himself into her warm and waiting center.

Jupiter cries out at the shock of this... massive force entering her body.

Caine's zestfulness, and the expression upon his face, show outwardly; the Queen is worth the wait.

Jupiter's tiny fist pounds on his chest, digging her nails into his shoulders, transferring the sensation she feels back to him.

He gets the message and changes his rhythm.

Turning Jupiter's shock to pleasure, and this pleasure makes her cry out again, in a different tone—a softer, more melodic intonation. "More," she purrs.

Caine takes his instruction, lying her down on the bed, where he services her deeper, at a steady rhythmic pace.

Cooing aloud, she experiences every... moment... with... him... until her eyes roll into her head. Jupiter's body succumbs to this ecstasy, and she involuntarily moans words of incoherence.

Feeling her tense up in his arms, Caine grips on tighter to her, joyously coming inside of her, not letting her go until his very last thrust. He collapses on the bed beside her, exhausted and satisfied, silently knowing, damn, she's amazing! I would spend eternity by her side, if she asks me.