She was tall, closer to his own height than any other he had seen, beautiful, graceful, and appeared to be intelligent if somewhat negligent to her own safety. She had the nerve to sleep on the ground reserved for the volunteers. He had been requested to reconsider his choice by the local farmers, three girls had already volunteered to be selected and mated by him, but his mind had been made up, this new aspect of accepting tourists to the planet, was already starting to pay off.
She arose early, leaving her small tent on the shoreline, and stretched her arms above her head, raising her hands to the sky. Facing the sea, her nude body outlined in the rosy hue of the dawning day, she inhaled the wild and tangy scent of the open ocean, all the while allowing the morning breeze to caress her entire body.
Walking the coastline of Admar had been one of her more inspired ideas, she stopped where she liked, and camped out every night. The two-month hike had toughened and toned her body into the best shape of her life, a pity she had no one to share it with. Working for her entire life (or so it had seemed), and receiving nothing for it except money, security, and an active envy for those women who had found a mate early, and spawned their offspring into a loving and carefree world. The day she had turned 31, she had resolved to end her enforced exile, and leave the world in which only couples had seemed to exist. She had taken the proceeds of the sale of her house, and the profits from her constant efforts at work and had left her homeworld and set off to explore the planet Admar, and hopefully discover herself in the process.
Admar was listed in the planetary directory as a class 3 developed planet. Only primitive machinery, (windmills, waterwheels, and animal drawn carts) was allowed onto the planet. The population was vaguely aware of the existence of other inhabited worlds, but had no reason to leave their comfortable and predictable lives. The occasional 'tourist' went unremarked, and the visitors were welcomed as long as they obeyed the local customs. All in all, a great place to lose oneself, and discover places lost to time.
The local farmers had been a little upset at her choice of campgrounds…but the local officials had overridden all objections from the townspeople, making her welcome, and suggesting the exact spot to place her tent on the beach for the best view of the sunrise.
Looking about her at the rugged natural beauty of the coast, the trees, the sand, and the wonderfully amazing blue water that seemed to beckon her into it, she had to agree that this was probably the best view in the local area. Not being one to pass up any opportunity to bathe, she finished her stretch, and walked down the beach and into the cool embrace of the water.
She was coming to him, he had only to wait a matter of moments, and she would be his.
As the level of the water rose up to her thighs, Naima felt someone watching her…she crouched into the water to hide her body from view, and looked around. There was no one, the beach was deserted, and no locals could see her without being visible on the beach, or neighboring embankments. She shrugged off the feeling and proceeded into the water, delighting in the warm/cold currents caressing her body, her breasts, her thighs, and delving in between. Her eyes popped open…the currents seemed to be alive! The pressure against her breasts was deliberate, teasing her with changes in temperature; first swirling hard and hot and then coursing soft and cool like an evening breeze. The pressure of the water on her clitoris seemed to be deliberate as well. Hard rhythmic pulses of water blasted her clit and made her moan out loud, a sound startling to her in the silence. That was when she realized that something was not right…the waves had ceased to beat against the shore, but the currents of water were still very active, supporting her and carrying her towards the open ocean. Alarmed by her rapidly growing arousal, and her movement toward the open water, she turned and began to head for the safety of the shoreline.
Flailing her arms, and floundering forward, fighting the gentle and insidious water, she almost didn't notice the whirlpool beginning to form in her path…. Almost.
Rising out of the churning water was a god. No other word could do him justice, and it was definitely a him. Seven feet tall, wide shouldered, and narrow hipped. A beautiful chiseled face, with completely black eyes, strong jaw, proud nose and clearly defined lips was surrounded by a wealth of blue-black hair which fell past his hips. His translucent ivory skin played a stark contrast to the dark hair on his broad-planed chest and crowning his aroused manhood. He met her eyes and smiled. Then he spoke and the timbre of his voice reached the heart of her arousal, magnifying it a thousand fold, but the words terrified and thrilled her at the same time.
"You have been chosen."