With a little adventure!

They lay together in bed, tangled up in the sheets. Callum wasn't tired enough to sleep yet, so he just looked at Phaedra's face, enchanted by her. He lay on his side and facing her. One of her big, muscular legs was thrown over him and clasped his lower body tightly to her. She smiled at him, inhaling the light musk of his sweat. One of her hands stroked his longish blonde hair tenderly as they gazed into one another's eyes. Callum wanted to bury his head in her neck and inhale her scent deeply, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her bright blue gaze. He felt as if he were drowning in her eyes. They filled his vision. Phaedra, smiling at him, reached for one of his hands and placed it on her breast. Even though they'd fucked and licked and fondled one another for days, Callum still felt a bit sheepish. A blush spread over his pale, freckled cheeks as he pinched her nipple and fondled her boob without ever breaking eye contact. It felt so naughty, but so right. The soft sheets were a bit damp from all the sweat and fluids, and the skin of her big, soft tits was silky and sweaty beneath his touch. It felt so mischievious, as if he were looking up a girl's skirt while walking up the stairs behind her.

Phaedra enjoyed looking at his face, feeling the titillation and excitement flickering in psychic waves around her lover's small body. He was so innocent, still. He could be sexy and even a little slutty, but something of his innocence and naivety remained. She sighed, thinking of how it would feel when she finally pushed him down on his back and slid her tight cunt around his cute little shaft. She couldn't decide whether to fuck or cuddle him. She wanted to work him up and inflame his desire until his was panting and whining with need, then slowly slide her slick pussy down on him. She wanted to bend him over the bed, pin him down and feel his little body squirm while she dominated his prostate with the neuro-stimulator rod. She wanted to suck that cute little pink dick again. She wanted to pinch his nipples, tickle him, hold him close, and feel him fall fast asleep in her arms. All at once, the desire overcame her and she pulled him in close, feeling him curl up against her. He sighed.

"I love you, Phaedra," he said.

"I love you too," she responded, using her voice. Her willingness to do so struck her as a strange. How, after decades of never speaking with her vocal chords, did she find it so easy to speak to Callum? She had been in love before, but never like this. She was already speaking to him more easily than she ever had to any of her prior lovers. She noticed also that her heart rate was elevated and she felt a bit flushed. How were her feelings for this boy so powerful? She had never been this hot for someone before. Not even for Esmeralda...

Just then, a ringing chime sang through the halls of Phaedra's home. It was the closest thing that Alfonians had to a doorbell. It wasn't operated by the push of a button, however, but by proximity. When an Alfonian who wanted to visit a home got within a few miles of that home, the chime would go off. It took Callum a moment to realize that there was no true sound there; the sound was purely a psychic emanation. He had heard it in his head.

"What's that?" he asked, resting his face in the hollow of Phaedra's neck.

[A friend of mine is coming], she said, [Her name is Esmeralda. She should be here in a few hours.]

Phaedra gently stroked Callum's hair as he nuzzled against her. If Esme was on her way, that meant that the Synod would want to examine Callum soon. Within the week, in all likelihood. The examination would be unpleasant for him, and they would not allow Phaedra to be present. That meant that it would be best for Callum to get to know Esmeralda as well as possible and as soon as possible. But... there was no need to tell him that just yet.

[Come on, love,] she said, [Let's go sit in the garden. I think you'll like it.]

Callum sat up, stretched, and yawned. Phaedra smiled as she watched him, with his soft, pale body and the light blush around his nose and cheeks. She had to resist the urge to scoop him up in her arms and cuddle him like a kitten. If she cuddled him every time she thought he looked cute, then he would never be able to do anything without getting squeezed. She waited for him to finish his yawn, then stood up and pulled her toga on.

[It's a little cold out,] she said, [So I think we ought to find you a blanket. I'd rather wrap you in a blanket then put any clothes on you. Clothes would just... restrict your movement.]

Callum looked at her innocently. Restrict his movement? She didn't just want to keep him naked so she could gawp at him, did she? Well, it didn't matter. He would just trust her.

"So, um, do you have anything I can use?" he asked.

[Certainly. Hold on just a moment...] she said.

Phaedra concentrated, and a square white blanket hovered in through the doorway like a ghost. It wrapped around Callum, tight enough to stay but not enough to restrict his movements.

[Come with me,] she said, and Callum walked after her, wrapped in his white blanket like a robe and keeping it tight around him, bits of sheet bunched up in his fists. He had to jog a little to keep up with Phaedra's powerful stride. They walked through the house, through blank white and light-grey rooms with dancing technicolor holograms flitting through the walls. Eventually, they came to a section of wall that spiralled open to reveal a balcony cut from the side of a cliff. Wrapped tightly in a white blanket, Callum walked outside. There was a long ledge extending seven feet out from the door and maybe thirty feet wide. The valley floor below, covered in a carpet of strange alien trees, was about two hundred feet down. The balcony had a natural stone wall that came up to Callum's chin. Overhead, alien birds with four wings soared by, the size of condors. He could hear the cry of alien creatures on the cliff above and down in the valley below. The balcony itself was ornate, with carvings of Alfonians and reliefs of animals and alien species, including humans. One of them showed a human male on all fours and an Alfonian with a neuro-stimulator mounting him. Callum blushed when he looked at it, thinking of how it had felt when Phaedra impaled him. She chuckled, watching him. She put one hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently.

[Do you like that one, Callum?] she asked, softly stroking his upper arm. He realized he was already at half-mast again.

"Y-yeah," he stammered. "Why do you have that?"

[Why wouldn't I?] she responded.

"I mean..." he said, pausing for a moment, "Is that normal here? To like human males?"

[Not just normal,] said Phaedra, [Ubiquitous. Human males, especially small, pretty ones, are a kind of... delicacy, here.]

She sat down on a ledge projecting from the wall, scooped Callum up, and sat him down on her lap.

[Do you like the view?] she asked, looking out over the valley. Callum nodded, looking at her breasts.

"Yeah, definitely," he said. Phaedra put one hand under his chin, tilted his face up, and closed her lips over his, sliding her tongue into his mouth. He moaned softly and let her do as she pleased, savoring the warm, wet feeling of her tongue inside of him. She broke the kiss momentarily and he gasped for air. She playfully tweaked one of his nipples through the white fabric and dove in for another kiss. Callum whimpered softly and let her enjoy his mouth a little more. She then brushed her lips along his cheek and captured his ear betwen her teeth. She gently nibbled at his ear lobe, feeling his small body squirm in her lap and running her hands teasingly up and down his sides. He sighed when she let go of his ear and lay his head against her breast. She rested her hand on top of his head, gently tousling his blonde hair and feeling his curl between her fingers.

[I think you'll like Esme,] said Phaedra, [She's a bit louder and more aggressive than I am. Typical redhead, I suppose. But, she's what Alfonians call a bleeding heart. She loves humans, you know. Obsessed with them. Wants to study them for a living. And she's pretty too.]

There was a long silence where the only sounds heard were the cry of the bizarre four-winged birds above and the rustling of the wind.

[Callum,] said Phaedra, [I have a question for you.]

"Yes?" he said, looking up at her. She placed a hand on his cheek and looked down into his eyes meaningfully.

[I understand that you've never been with a human girl. But I was curious...]

"Curious?" he said.

[Have you...] she said, sounding a little embarrassed, [Have you ever wanted to have two at once? Two girls, I mean.]

"I..." he bit his lip and nestled closer to her, even though it was her question that made him uncomfortable, "I have."

Phaedra felt a subtle thrill run through her as she read his mind. There was a very specific fantasy, about two women with strapons.

[Just wondering,] she said, softly tickling the back of his neck with one hand, [I think you'll really like Esme. That's all.]

Callum rested his head on her shoulder and sighed. He thought of his life back on Earth and felt a twinge of sadness, thinking of everything he had left behind. He certainly would never finish college now. He wouldn't see the few friends he had had, whom he had not seen in years anyhow. He'd never sit by that pond again, where Phaedra had taken him away. He would never see the street he grew up on. There was fear, too. He thought of all the things that could go wrong on an alien world. What sort of creatures lived here? Were those four-winged birds dangerous? How about the government? He thought of how the other Alfonians at the dock had looked at him so hungrily, and scooted closer to Phaedra, shivering a bit. She wrapped an arm around him and squeezed him firmly against her, leaned down, kissed the top of his head.

[It's alright, darling,] she said, [I'm not going to let anything happen to you.]

"I know," he said, but he kept shaking. It occurred to him that he was very, very cold.

[You poor thing,] said Phaedra, [You must be freezing.]

Callum nodded. There was a stiff breeze at that altitude and it seemed to cut right through the soft white cloth that Phaedra had wrapped around him.

[In a moment,] she said, [I want to see how you look here in natural light.]

She picked him up off of her lap again, set him down on his feet, and, in one smooth motion, whipped off the white cloth. He immediately wrapped his arms around himself. The cold was cutting against his skin. Gooseflesh stood up all over his body and he thought he was going to freeze his junk off.

[Don't cover yourself,] she said, sounding a little severe, [Hands behind your back.]

He did as he was told and stood there. The wind blew his longish hair all in a mess and his teeth chattered, eyes watering from the cold. His knees shook. Phaedra looked down at him with an inscrutable facial expression. Why was she doing this?

[Turn around,] she said. Callum obeyed, and felt her hands on his shoulders.

[You really are a lovely specimen,] said Phaedra, sliding her hands down his back. Even in the cold, the warm tips of her fingers left trails of fire on his skin. Callum said nothing but stood there, teeth chattering and shaking like a leaf. That's when it hit him: this was an obedience test. He resolved to be good for her, stood up a little straighter. He clamped his teeth together to stop them from chattering, but that only made his body shake more. He heard Phaedra giggle behind him, with her real voice not her psychic voice. What did that mean?

[Such a lovely boy,] she said. One hand rested on his waist, and another slid down and fondled his bottom for a moment. He quivered a little as he felt one hand slide between his cheeks, grazing his hole, then cried out softly as he felt her hand cup his cold, sensitive balls.

[Hold still,] she said, sounding stern once more. Callum felt his hands slide over his body, gripping here, groping there, pinching and squeezing him as if she were testing a piece of fruit for soft spots. He was unable to get hard in the cold. He was torn between enjoying the attention and wishing desperately for the cold to stop.

[Callum,] said Phaedra, [How long would you stand out here in the cold wind if I asked?]

"As l-l-long as you wanted," he stuttered between chattering teeth.

They stood there for a moment longer, and Callum gasped as he felt the white cloth whipped around him again, shortly followed by Phaedra picking him up off the ground and holding him in her arms. She carried him back into the house, her expression still unreadable.

Inside, she was swelling with joy. Callum would do anything if he thought it would get her approval... which meant he'd withstand the Synod's testing. And hopefully, he wouldn't hate her. At some point, she would have to tell him, but for now, she just wanted to spoil him some more. She carried him over to a couch and unwrapped the blanket from around his shoulders.

[Lay face down, little one] she said. He obeyed her, feeling the soft grey cushions on his face and body. He shivered, still a bit cold, and then squeaked in surprise at the feeling of her warm hands on his back. They began at his shoulders, rubbing in slow, deep circles, then moved down, pushing and kneading his sore muscles. He shivered, feeling the warmth return to his skin as she moved down still further and gripped his soft butt in both hands, spreading his cheeks and admiring his pink asshole for a moment. Callum yelped and felt a jolt of pleasure run up his spine as he felt her tongue run from his taint, over his hole, and up to the top of his crack. Then he sighed as her hands returned to massaging his back, moving back up. He turned his head to the left and closed his eyes. Phaedra gently brushed his hair away and noticed that he had rather long eyelashes. His eyelids fluttered as she firmly kneaded the muscles around his shoulders again, and he moaned quietly when he felt her kiss the nape of his neck.

[Feel better after the cold?] she asked. He sighed contentedly in response. Phaedra lay down on top of him, pressing him down into the couch but keeping most of her weight off of him so he could breathe. They lay there together for a long time. Callum squirmed pleasurably under her a few times, feeling the soft warmth all around him. Just then, Phaedra stiffened.

"What is it?" Callum said.

[Esme's here,] she replied.