CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SIX
TESSA'S POV
We journeyed back to the ship without much mishaps and Xavier was hovering around me all through the journey.
FLASHBACK
After he'd taken out the crown from my skull while fucking me, giving me the weirdest orgasm ever, we didn't touch each other like that again. I'd caught a few soldiers smiling awkwardly around me and definitely didn't want to encourage them.
So sexual tension between us was very high but he respected my wishes, as always and always stopped at kissing me.
Although sometimes I wished he'd just throw caution to the wind and make me take it but Xavier takes that word ‘gentleman’ to a whole different level.
To make things worse, he decided to teach me more about my powers because apparently, this whole thing gave him a different perspective.
“I realized I might not be able to protect you all the time so you need to know everything I know,” he explained two days after we ran into each other.
And for the two weeks it took us to get back to the location where he hid the ship, he took me through mental exercises that not only left me feeling breathless but overstimulated and damn horny.
The other day, I was watching him take off his shirt so he could join me on the floor where we always started with breathing exercises, and I hyper-focused on his body, the way each taut muscle moved, and his eyes, damn. I trailed my eyes from them down to his chest, having the urge to jump on him.
“My eyes are up here baby,” he chuckled, making me blush profusely.
“I'm not allowed to admire what's mine anymore?” I grumbled as he came to join me.
“Oh, please do, but if it's gonna keep making you so wet that I can smell you from a mile away, you should probably not,” he answered while looking at my face. “I'm barely holding on as it is,” he added in a strangled tone.
I was about to throw caution to the damn wind and take matters into my hands when Barny, one of the engineers, walked in.
Most of the soldiers just stayed in the cockpit since the Drak model of ships made a lot of space there and left us back here for our training.
“Your Majesty, please when you're less busy, could you come check out the fuel tank? It's not reading accurately,” he informed us and Xavier nodded.
“Baby, isn't that like an emergency?”
“I have been watching it since you got here, it's been consistently in one spot. Did you notice anything when you were flying this way?”
“No, it was one of the reasons I was so terrified. If we'd not come across you guys, we probably would have died out here,” I said with a sad chuckle.
They had to tether the ship we escaped from to another so it could be towed because the fuel finished a day afterward.
“Damn. So maybe it's us being together or something. I've been feeling stronger too.”
“I can see that,” I replied, looking at his arms and biceps. That's definitely not what he meant but a girl's allowed to obsess over her hot boyfriend, okay?
“Young lady take your breathing position!” He commanded me but a smile escaped his face. I cackled out loud; I couldn't help it.
He grabbed me, placed me in a lying position on his body, and proceeded to spank me.
“Ah!”
“You're being a bad girl right now, you know that?” He drawled in my ear, his voice seductive and deep.
“Am I?” I answered as innocently as possible while moving my waist and pussy all over his body.
“Fuck, you're not making this easy for me one bit,” he muttered and I could feel his last thread of restraint that was hanging in there about to snap.
He put his nose in my neck and began breathing.
“You're starting the breathing exercises without me now?” I demanded, deciding to just let him be since he was dedicated to giving me what I asked for.
I guess my mortification was obvious a little too much that morning and now he refused to put me through that again.
The problem is that all of this was giving me a voyeurism kink.
“I'm sorry, let's begin,” he replied, seriously this time.
I tried as much as possible to ignore my throbbing pussy and focus on breathing in and taking in as much space as I could.
One thing that happened since I started was that I could see with my eyes closed. Well, not quite.
I could see space in a different light, every atom it is made of, the little particles flowing around, and the physics behind it, too.
So as I took deep, long breaths, I was becoming a part of a bigger entity larger than life itself.
Instead of taking power from me like everything else did, it gave me more. I felt empowered and rejuvenated after each session and I would be able to do whatever exercise or lessons I had to do.
“Take a deep breath and open your eyes,” he instructed me. “Do it from your chest, not your head. Let the air pass through every fiber of your being. Then repeat it three times.”
I did as he instructed and I could remember the first time I did this. All my weakness and stress from that crazy planet fizzled out of my body. It was beautiful.
“Every time you find yourself losing strength, this form of breathing should be your go-to. You're a part of the universe and you are made from its bowels. Treat it like your home and you'll never feel weak again.”
But then one thing always bothered me. Why have all these powers and not be able to make real changes in the universe? It didn't make sense that I just have it and there's injustice everywhere.
Or maybe I'm overthinking it and there are more powerful people than me who have tried to change things and failed.
After each session, he would get a bowl of water and a towel and clean me up no matter how often I told him to let me do it.
END OF FLASHBACK
I walked towards the cockpit for the first time since I got here to join Xavier and the soldiers as we got to where he said he his the ship.
But there was a weird energy around them, like that day we found out the heart of the ship had been stolen.
“What's wrong?” I asked, my heart beating faster.
“He's looking for the opening line of the pocket he put the ship in,” Zyx answered, worry etched on his face.
“Looking for?” I asked, still confused. One would think we were talking about a toy ship and not a freaking Mothership with millions of people in it.
“Yeah, I could have sworn it was here; I put a sign right here,” Xavier answered my question, equally sounding frustrated.
“Maybe we should go outside to have a clearer look.”
“I've already done that, I just came back in to check the location device I used. It's saying the ship is right here so I believe the pocket I hid it in has shifted.”
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