Page 19 of Fool's Gold

"You're so tight, so perfect," he groaned, his control clearly fraying at the edges. "Tell me you're okay. Tell me you can take more."

"I'm okay," I assured him, my voice breathy with the overwhelming sensation of being utterly possessed by this alien warrior. "I want all of you, Kaelith."

With that, he began to move, his thrusts slow and measured at first, but quickly building in intensity. His hand released my wrists, sliding down to grip my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounded into me with increasing fervor.

"Mine," he snarled with each thrust, his eyes never leaving mine. "Say it, Gemma. Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," I gasped, the words torn from my soul. "I'm yours, Kaelith."

His pace quickened, the soft flanges of his cock rubbing against my clit with each stroke, driving me towards another peak. I clung to him, my fingers tracing the lines of his tattoos, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper.

"Come for me again, love," he commanded, his voice ragged. "I want to feel you milk my cock when you come."

At his words, I was undone, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave, my inner walls clamping down around him as he roared out his own release, his hot seed filling me.

We lay there in the aftermath, our bodies still intimately connected, our breaths slowly returning to normal. Kaelith gathered me into his arms, pressing soft kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, my lips.

His skin was cool against mine, the lean muscles of his alien form both comforting and exciting in their strength. As I nuzzled against the swirling blue markings adorning his neck, I breathed in his scent—earthy, with hints of something wild and untamed.

"Kaelith," I murmured, trailing my fingers along the ridges of his abdomen. "As incredible as this was, we can't stay."

His crimson eyes narrowed, that piercing gaze studying me intently. "You wish to hurry? To go back out there, into danger?"

I shook my head, my fingers continuing their exploration of the alien textures of his body. "No, but we have to find the treasure. Then we can get out of here, get off this derelict station before anything else happens."

Kaelith's jaw tightened, but after a moment, he nodded. Reluctantly, he released me and rose from the plush couch, his muscular form cutting an imposing figure as he began retrieving his clothes.

I drank in the sight of him, from the sharp angles of his face to the lethal grace in his movements. He was like no one I'd ever encountered before—a being of raw power constrained by an uncompromising code. As I watched him re-dress, I couldn't help but mourn the loss of that intimate connection between us, however fleeting.

Once we were both clothed again, I took a moment to survey our surroundings. This panic room was a stark contrast to the rest of the derelict station—a lavish sanctuary amidst the decay and ruin. My gaze was drawn to the holographic artwork adorning the walls, their shifting colors and patterns almost hypnotic.

"What are we looking for, exactly?" Kaelith's gruff voice broke the spell, pulling my focus back to our mission.

I thought back to the data chip we recovered, the one that led us here. "The information mentioned coordinates, but it wasn't specific about what we'd find." I swept my eyes over the room once more, searching for any clue or hidden compartment that might contain our prize. "It could be anything from currency to artifacts to?—"

My words were cut off as a soft chime echoed through the room. Kaelith was instantly on alert, his body tensing as his hand dropped to the weapon at his hip. I held my breath, straining to hear any other sound that might betray an intruder's presence.

The chime came again, and this time, I realized it was emanating from the bar area. Cautiously, I made my way over, Kaelith a silent shadow at my back. On the sleek, pulsing countertop, a small light was blinking in rhythm with the soft tone.

"What is it?" Kaelith asked, his voice low against my ear as he peered over my shoulder.

I ran my fingers along the bar's surface, searching for any activation switch or control panel. "I'm not sure, but it seems to be some kind of messaging or communication system."

As if in response to my words, a holographic display flickered to life above the bar. It was a simple image, almost cartoonish in its rendering—a stylized treasure chest, the lid opening and closing in a loop.

"Well, that's certainly a hint," I muttered, unable to suppress a grin. Leave it to an eccentric smuggler like Landar to build such an ostentatious clue into his hideout.

The image shifted, transforming into a series of coordinates and a countdown timer that had already dwindled down to mere minutes. My heart pounded as I realized whatever secret this was leading us to, we were running out of time to uncover it.

"Kaelith, I need you to check those coordinates against the station schematics," I instructed, my mind already whirring with possibilities. "See if you can pinpoint a location that matches up."

He nodded once, his brow furrowed in concentration as he retrieved the commpad and began cross-referencing the information. I turned my attention back to the bar, running my hands along its smooth surface, searching for any hidden switches or panels that might reveal the next clue.

The timer continued its inexorable countdown, the seconds ticking away with each pulse of light from the bar. My fingers finally grazed over a slight seam, and I pressed down, holding my breath.

With a soft hiss, a narrow compartment slid open in the countertop. Inside was a battered metal case, its exterior scratched and dented from whatever trials it had endured.

"I've got something," I called out, carefully extracting the case and setting it on the bar's surface. Kaelith was at my side in an instant, his gaze fixed on the battered container.