Michael

I hold onto her smooth thighs and caress firmly as I pull her naked body towards mine. Her arms are all over me as she caresses me gently but also pulls my body more tightly into hers as we both moan at the intimate contact and the closeness between us. I bite into her neck gently as I taste her clean soft skin, licking her eagerly as she turns her head giving more access to her body.

She is so soft, how can she be so soft if she is so resilient to bruising and attack? The physics of this world makes little sense sometimes, that skin as sensitive and soft as this could yield so readily under my caresses and teeth.

I groan myself as she bites into my shoulder, twitching and nearly driving myself inside her to end the experience I just don't want to end, ever. Her other hand goes down to my behind and she caresses me and pulls me tight against herself until we are groin to groin.

My thick hardness resting comfortably and twitching against the warm wet furnace of her pussy opening. We grind against each other touching kissing, biting and moaning into each other as we thoroughly fall into each other and become conjoined in more than the physical sense.

I'm in cloud nine, sweating and shivering in an ecstasy that is beyond anything I have ever imagined sex to be in my entire time on Earth. I grind and moan with her as our intimacy reaches new almost debilitating heights and I feel her pussy gush out more of her fluids completely soaking my groin and making everything completely warm and lubricated.

The friction between us all but replaced by a smooth slick frictionless grinding that is more about me putting pressure on her clit and cleft opening then actual grinding anymore. I know she has just had an orgasm and I'm close to one of my own, gods I'm close.

Her breasts are so soft and tont within my hand. I bend down and put her nipple within my mouth again and suckle lovingly before I bite gently causing more moans to come from her as she shivers slightly and gushes from her nether lips again.

It becomes so wet and slick between us that on the next grind I find myself sinking into her hungry warm folds with only the lightest of pressure from me. I cry out loud in surprise and wonder as I sink halfway into her easily, I pull back slightly and sink all the way into het with a louder involuntary cry that nearly undoes me again with it's wonder.

She giggles happily at my response to her, pulling my head to hers for a deep kiss while caressing my hair. I feel so much, how can I feel so much of myself and of her and remain separate, remain sane? How could we have lost this awesome feeling on Earth and not known what we had lost?

I pull back slowly and sink my manhood all the way into her again, my eyes are rolling to the back of my head I think, I sink into her again and I realise I wouldn't stop even if my next stroke would kill me, I sink into her again and realize that maybe she is killing me.

She is moaning gently to my slow thorough thrusting and I now realise why women love sex so much more than men back on Earth, this stroking is great. Every thrust inside her feels like a mini orgasm to the extent that the act of sex itself is so blissfully satisfying that the actual orgasm at the end is a divine bonus and not the actual climax of the experience.

I look down at where our bodies are connected even as I sink in and out even as I moan louder than my girl. I'm in awe of the fact that this small connection is all of myself that's actually inside of her yet I feel her so intimately. I'm also amazed I've managed to last this long today but I may cum at any moment so I'm enjoying this surprising stamina as much I possibly can.

And with that thought I cry and my entire body shivers uncontrollably from my hips pistoning hard to my shoulders locking up as I groan and start passing out as my dick spews out copious loud after copious load of my energy into her pussy. I feel like I'm sinking deeper into her with each ejaculation somehow and I'm also being blissfully drained of wakefulness whiles also receiving something precious in exchange.

*

I wake slowly to find myself alone in the bed, the silk sheets all that's covering my nakedness from the world. The balcony door is opened and I can hear the soothing patter of the rain on the cobbles below and the tiles on the roof of the closest building.

The cool air is soothing and the scent of the rain carving this moment into my memory with clarity as I watch Saya watch the light rain with nothing but the sheer silk gown for covering. It's transparency is such that I can see the frame of her nakedness through the material but I can't actually see her skin beneath.

I lasted longer than I ever had on Gaia today which isn't much of an endorsement how quickly everything ended the first few times we had sex. But my loins are already stirring again at the sight of her and I know that with just a kiss I would be ready to please her again if I wasn't so tired.

I sigh as I sit up in bed and lean against the headboard. I try to slowly take in the experience I just had whilst looking at her with her back to me looking out into the night.

Sex on Gaia is what I imagine junkies back home feel that first time they shoot up and end up spending their entire lives chasing again. The feeling of blissful euphoria that involves all the senses as it explodes in the mind and the entire psyche of a person.

I think I can understand the appeal and why so many men ruin their lives with drugs on Earth if it's anything like this, if this is the feeling they are all chasing how can we who have never experienced it blame them?

Sex is a medium of communication and as we as humans communicate we use all our senses without even being aware of it. Sight to judge body language and general appearances, scent gives input on the surroundings and maybe pheromones in the air, touch an obvious input method for communication, taste, and finally speech.

Those are just some of the everyday senses used on Earth. How much more deeper can sex be then when extra information is coming in from aura, pure and accurate information that intensifies at moments of intimacy to the extent that you sometimes don't know the difference between your feelings and your partner's.

How much more when you include the other person's spirit in your own, when sex stops being just an exchange of physical information but an exchange of each other. That's what its like having sex on Gaia, having input from different dimensions even feel.

True intimacy that transcends just the physical pleasure of having sex though that is heightened as well. But there is another added facet to sex here on this strange planet, a psychic pleasure and intimacy that has completely blown my understanding of pleasure.

No wonder they make us wait so long before allowing intimacy as a rule at the Compound. I can't even imagine how addicted I'd be had I not developed further in understanding my own aura and spirit energy, not that I can do anything with either yet. But at least I can now identify my own aura or spirit from anyone else's.

"How old are you exactly my dear Vigdis?" I ask looking at her, the sight of her silhouette against the lights from the city outside already having caused another erection.

"I'm 27." She says turning to look at me and smiling at the tent made by the sheets. "You should add a year to however old you think you are as well."

"Yes, I guess I'm well on my way to 40 years old now." I say distracted as she walks towards me.

"That's so young for one of your people to make it here, how did you ascend at such a young age?" She asks lying next to me and cuddling to my side easily.

"I had less distractions than most people I guess."

"Tell me." She says and so I tell her about my life on Earth.

I tell her about growing up, about family, my mother, my grandfather. I tell her about the army and the rangers and how that had shaped my life at that point. I tell her about my loves, my wife, my children.

I talk and talk and I don't stop talking as I express things I've been holding within myself for over a year now I guess, a Gaian year. Tears flow from me at times as I remember my loss and the passage of time that most likely means my family is dead.

I rage against the injustice of it all, about how I couldn't take anyone here with me, how I will never see my true home again. She holds me and listens, needing some of the simplest of things explained to her. Things like cars as I describe my accident, but she is a good listener and her aura is soothing and dependable.

The zenith of the night eventually passes and 10 hours later it's time for us to continue our journey. We meet up the foyer of the huge building that is a sort of hotel embassy for traveling tribesmen in this beautiful Sandersonian Kingdom.

"I will provide an escort of 10 warriors for the rest of your journey home." The head of the hotel says to Saya seeing us out.

"So close to home?" She asks, surprise clear and evident in her voice along with concern.

"There have been attacks on our people, especially those that are known or suspected to be traveling from Pangaea. The passage home from here as become almost as perilous as I imagine the rest of your journey has been I'm afraid." The tall, handsome well built man says walking us out into the quard where 10 men and women are already casually assembled.

"Would the Sandies dare?" Saya asks even as she waves to one of our escorts she recognizes.

"It isn't them as far as we can tell. At least it isn't them that are attacking our people but they have been so far unhelpful in tracking down the perpetrators. And the accuracy they have in our movements would make them extremely competent at trqcking or they have someone in the Sandie spy network feeding them information."

Saya grunts with a nod as we are introduced to each of our escorts by name. She grins as she comes to the young man finally as he beams at her happily before engulfing her in his huge bulk.

"Cousin," He rumbles as he steps back and looks at her, "you've grown some I see. Uncle Sachi will be happy to see you home." He says and something within me sighs in relief that this tower of a man is a former lover.

I've never been the jealous type but I realize that in those other situations I was probably subconsciously aware of my value and secure in my superiority and uniqueness to every other man. Even if I let a partner sleep with someone else I knew she was mine at the end of it all or I didn't mind losing her.

Here though I'm the under dawg and likely inferior to everyone I see, and that's not even a joke or me being insecure. Every native born Gaian has an advantage over me and they certainly last longer in bed, but I'm catching up quickly. At least that's what I'm told.

"Let me introduce you to Michael, my significant other for the time bing. Michael, this tall handsome wonder here is Andrew.

"He thinks we are cousins because his mother is related to one of my mothers but and we grew up in the same household."

"I'm crushed Saya, are you denying me now in front of company just to wound me?" He says with a laugh and we clasp forearms in greeting.

"You're young." I say in surprise as I see past his huge bulk and towering presence for the first time.

"Don't let the size fool you Michael, this young man here is only 17 this year." She says with a fond smile.

"But already so competent." A voice says cutting in. "I will be leading your escort from here to the Tundra, I've heard good things about you Saya."

"And I about you Henrietta." Saya says as they clasp forearms.

The woman smiles mischievously as she moves to stand closer than is necessary while still holding hands.

"You know me?" She asks pleasantly.

Saying the woman is beautiful would be redundant at this point since everyone on this freaking planet is beautiful. The ethereally beautiful ones I just mark as Awakened these days, and this one is definitely an Awakened.

"Of course, my da and Uncle Om discussed you in some learnt and detail one drunk evening at the probing of one of my mothers. My ears still burning imagining the scene they painted with their words of you."

The woman grins even further and let's go with a satisfied look on her face as she also comes to me and we clasp forearms. She disconnects and pulls Saya to the side so they can discuss the best route to take.

I'm preoccupied in my own thoughts as well, what does she mean 'significant other for the time being'? Gods I miss Alice, my beautiful, loving Alice who I didn't have to worry much about because I felt secure in her love, most importantly I understood her.

I go join Max and John talking animatedly with Dewan and I immediately fit smoothly into their conversation. Men are easy, women though are more complicated.

We are almost at our destination and I feel ambivalent about that. The journey has been great so far and very educational. It has brought us all closer and created new bonds amongst us, like Edward hooking up with Stacy and Mirabilis with Wes if I'm not mistaken. I try my best not to think about that though, knowing what she really looks like I think that's best.

Unless she doesn't actually look like that and she was messing with me, but why would Estergon get into that? Rumeria I can understand though. I sigh and Max gives me a look before pulling me to the side.

"You worried about your girl reaching her home?" He asks casually but going straight to the point.

"Yes."

He nods sagely, I really keep forgetting how old my friend really is until he gets like this and gives insightful advice.

"Don't worry about it much, the girl has plans for you. She wouldn't have dragged you all the way out here if she didn't. Now stop being a sour puss and tell me about that woman you were talking to, Henrietta wasn't it?"