by C. F. Harris
Yes, that was a very pleasant thought. I was so lost in that thought that I didn’t realize the human had moved in closer. I jumped at the feel of her hand on my back.
I wheeled around. “What are you…”
She stared up at me biting her lip. I wasn’t sure if that meant the same thing among the humans as it did with the Vosk, but there was something about the way she looked at me while biting her lip that had my cock stirring all over again.
“What is it?” I asked, surprised at how gravelly my voice sounded.
“Did I startle you?” she asked, giggling as she said it.
I sighed. The last thing I needed was to admit to the human that she’d startled me. I didn’t know humans could move that quietly, but if they were all as good as this woman then it was yet another example of why they were so difficult to best in a fight.
“You did not startle me,” I said.
“Liar,” she said, still chewing on her lower lip and causing my cock to stir as I thought of everything that chewing could potentially mean.
“Did you need something?” I asked.
“I was just thinking about what we’re about to do here,” she said. “Y’know, the whole going out there with guns blazing taking on a whole ship full of dangerous aliens who want to kill us thing?”
“And?” I asked, not liking the reminder of the long odds we were facing any more than she liked thinking about it.
“Well I was just thinking that if this is really going to be it for yours truly…”
And then Rachel did something that surprised me yet again. Though I shouldn’t have been surprised at anything this human did to surprise me at this point. She was pleasant surprise after pleasant surprise.
This time the surprise was that she threw herself at me and pressed her lips against mine.
I wrapped my arms around her without thinking about what I was doing. The feel of her pressing against me after I’d been wondering what that would feel like for so long was too much for me. I sighed as I pressed into her and felt her grinding the warmth between her legs against my cock.
Oh fuck yes. This was what I needed. It was the worst possible time and place to do something like this, but it was what I needed.
I growled as I pushed her against one of the weapons lockers. There was no need for refrigeration when we had autofood units that materialized food, and so I’d turned this into a backup weapons locker that only I and a few of my most trusted men knew about in anticipation of a scenario just like this.
Those lockers banged as Rachel pressed against them, and for a moment I worried about the noise we were making and whether or not it would draw the wrong kind of attention, but I didn’t care for long.
Not when I was so overcome with the desire that’d been brewing just under the surface since I first met her in combat in the cold vacuum. I needed this woman more than I’d ever needed a woman before.
She was right, of course. There was something about the impending threat of one’s life ending that really put things in perspective. What did a little back and forth with a hot Terran matter in the grand scheme of things when we were both likely to be dead shortly?
I continued grinding against her like I had in the repair conduit, only I allowed myself to truly enjoy it now that I knew she wanted this as much as I did. I groaned as she responded, running her hands up and down my back.
It was too much for me. I needed to see what I’d been anticipating ever since I saw her step out of her zero-g suit when we arrived at the ship. I placed a hand on the zipper at her front.
She looked down. Licked her lips. I waited to see if she would say something to stop me. Say something that meant she was coming to her senses.
That something never came. She looked up at me and her eyes were a challenge. As much of a challenge as I’d seen in those eyes when she was coming at me through the void with nothing but a plasma lance to protect her from a fully armed raiding party.
I pulled down. The zipper moved easily enough, revealing that she wore nothing underneath. The expanse of tantalizing pink Terran skin expanded, revealing the cleavage of her breasts but not showing them to me in their entirety.
As it should be. Sometimes the anticipation of something could be far more delicious than the actual having of that something.
I continued pulling down until I reached the spot where our bodies came together. Which was a wonderful feeling as she continued grinding against me, but it made it difficult to get to that treasure between her legs that I so desperately needed.
“Easy there slugger,” she said, though I wasn’t sure what that bit of Terran meant.
Her intent was clear enough though. She pushed back on me. For a disappointed moment I thought she might be pushing back against me because she was done with this little tryst, but then I let her go and it became clear that she simply wanted to get better access to her suit.
“If you’re gonna do this you might as well do it the right way,” she muttered.
I wasn’t sure what she meant by that at first, but once again she turned out to be an excellent language teacher as she demonstrated exactly what she meant.
She did a little tantalizing twirl. Slow for the circumstances, but there was still an urgency. We did have a ship that was going to blow up around us in less than a day if we couldn’t get everything working again, after all. Not to mention mutineers who could find us and kill us, and maybe a hijacker crew screaming through warp space to get to the ship before the autodestruct went off.
It was a lot, and because of that this was the worst possible moment to do something like this. Not that I cared.
She swayed her body back and forth as though she was dancing to some strange and exotic Terran song that only she could hear. I thought I heard her mutter something about “the Dollhouse in Fortlauderdale,” but I had no idea what that meant.
As she moved and swayed to that music she pulled her outfit down. Down. It fell down to her waist. She was facing away from me, so I couldn’t see the treasure she was hiding. My mouth watered as I thought of what I was missing.
Still, the anticipation of seeing those treasures was enough to have my cock throbbing as I thought of what was on offer.
She turned around, her arms covering her breasts. I’d seen human breasts before, of course. They were well known for their ability to produce some of the most depraved entertainment in the galaxy and some of that naturally made it to Vosk space via smugglers since there was such high demand, but seeing a human disrobing on a screen or in a 3D simulator and having the real thing in front of me were very different things.
She smiled. “Want to see more, Vrath?”
There was a breathiness to her voice. As though she was just as turned on as I was. Her eyes danced down my body. Down to my own combat pants.
I understood what she was getting at. If this was going to happen then there was going to be reciprocation. And I was more than happy to reciprocate if it meant I got to see more of that incredible body.
I didn’t bother for slow and sensual. I was so eager to be with this Terran that I pulled my combat pants off as quickly as I could. They landed on the ground with a heavy thunk as everything weighing them down hit the ground, but I didn’t care.
I only had eyes for Rachel. She was captivating. And as soon as my pants hit the deck she moved her hands to the side finally revealing her breasts to me.
I growled. The sight of her standing there like that was too much for me. I’d been able to hold back, but I could hold back no longer!
19
Vrath
I took her breasts in my hands as I pressed her back against the lockers again. Again they made the sort of loud noise that might draw the wrong kind of attention. Again I didn’t give a fuck, because I was exploring the dangerous curves of her body and it was sending me into a mating frenzy.
This was no simple one night dalliance on a space station with a woman who sold her time and attentions. This was no woman back home who threw herself at me be
cause of who I was.
At least that’d happened before I fell out of favor with my family.
No, this human woman was something else. I needed her in a way I’d never needed a woman before. I’d heard of exotic Terran beauties doing this to Vosk warriors, but I never expected it to happen to me.
I explored the curve of her breasts. Felt their heft, for all that they seemed to have a strange gravity defying quality to them.
As my hands ran over her body her breath caught. Then she started practically panting at my touch.
I smiled. Oh yes. I was no stranger to that sort of reaction from a woman, and it was gratifying to get that reaction from this human in particular.
She moved her hands down and ran them along the length of my cock. I was still covered by my underclothes, but from her frenzied attack on my cock I wasn’t going to be covered for very long. She pulled it out and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as her hand closed around my shaft.
It was too much. I spun her around. Which meant her hand was no longer in contact with my cock, but I didn’t care. I pressed her up against the locker with one hand as I pulled her jumpsuit off entirely with another. I licked along the length of her shoulder and up her neck to her ear, which caused her to cry out in surprise.
And in pleasure. At least I hoped she was crying out in pleasure. Fuck was this woman so hot and ready!
I moved a hand down and felt between her legs. Explored the wet folds that were so similar to Vosk women, and yet she felt tighter than I’d expected.
“Been awhile,” she grunted.
I growled again. If it’d been awhile then I was more than happy to give her the experience she so obviously craved.
I lined myself up at her entrance. Pressed my head into her, and stopped to savor the feeling. I also stopped because she was so damned tight and I wasn’t sure I could bury myself in her in one thrust, but mostly I wanted to savor the sensation of entering this perfect creature!
I stared down at this human beauty laid out before me. Or rather, pressed up against the weapons locker before me. I licked my lips in anticipation of what was to come.
She was so deliciously wet. I knew enough about Vosk and human comparative anatomy to know that meant she was ready for me. She was “turned on,” as the humans said. That was a bit of Terran language that all the males had learned at the Academy for obvious reasons. I grinned as I slid farther inside her.
I moved the head up and down just enough to tease her. Just enough to give her a taste of what was to come.
Quite literally, I hoped. That was another bit of Terran slang I'd picked up on learning their strange language. I grinned as I thought about the double meaning. The humans seemed to be quite adept at wringing out all sorts of phrases loaded with sexual double meaning like that from their language.
"What the fuck are you waiting for?" she hissed.
I paused to take it all in. The subtle pulsing of the ship’s lights around us as the ship warned us the whole thing was in danger of blowing up very soon. The look of her in sexy disarray with her jumpsuit down on the floor and my cock pressing into her just enough to drive her wild but not enough to send her over the edge like she so desperately wanted.
Hell, I wanted it too. So I figured why bother delaying the moment any longer?
With a thrust and a roar I buried myself in her.
Her reaction was immediate. This Terran was on fire, and the way her body jumped as I impaled her was pure poetry. She hissed. Closed her eyes as she adjusted to me filling her.
Clearly she wasn’t used to having Vosk manhood inside her. So she took a moment to get used to my size. To adjust to an alien filling her.
She opened her eyes. Turned and stared at me. She stared straight into my soul, is more like it. How could she do that?
"What did I just say?" she growled. "What the fuck are you waiting for?"
I grinned. I was still being surprised by this woman, but I wasn't going to complain about being surprised like this. She was a little firebrand, and I loved it!
So I pulled out and thrust into her again, and I found myself confronted by a problem that was refreshing since it had nothing to do with mutineers or crazy Terrans trying to take me out with a plasma lance.
No, this back and forth with a Terran was far more interesting.
The problem was simple, but annoying. I was so overworked from everything that had happened, from all the anticipation, from pressing against her in the repair corridor, from hours of thinking about all the things I’d love to do to her if I got the chance, that I was already on the edge.
I was given to understand human women weren’t fond of men who couldn't last. In that they were much the same as Vosk women.
It would be an insult to my honor if I give her anything less than the performance she was anticipating. I was a Vosk warrior, damn it, and I wouldn’t give her any less then everything she’d ever heard about being with our people.
I thrust into her again. Tried to concentrate on the locker behind her so I wouldn't be sent over the edge too early by this exotic beauty.
The only problem was everything about her seemed to be made to send me over that edge that I was so eagerly anticipating. I thrust in her again with a roar.
"Oh fuck!" she cried out.
I looked away from the locker and down to her. That was a mistake. Seeing her there with her head to the side pressed up against the locker, eyes wide open, panting as she stared back at me with a look that was pure lust, was a sight that was perfectly engineered to send me over that edge I was trying to avoid. I only barely managed to hold back.
It’d been awhile floating through deep space.
"Oh fuck," she hissed.
It occurred to me that this was one case where the human tendency to invoke their mating ritual as a curse was absolutely on point.
"Oh fuck!" she cried out, this time in a rising crescendo.
She started repeating it over and over. Like a mantra she was saying to ward something off. Though the more I looked at her the more I thought maybe it was a mantra that was intended to bring something on.
Because she looked like she was about ready to go over that same edge I’d been trying to hold back from. She was panting. Her breasts, those perfect orbs that seemed to defy the ship’s gravity, were bouncing and almost vibrating under the power of her pleasure. Down below she backed up to take more of me in when it became clear to her that I wasn’t going to thrust inside her.
She locked eyes with me. Again she growled. She took control in a way I loved even as it was so different from the docile Vosk women I'd been with.
"Fuck me you Vosk raider pirate!”
And so I fucked her. If she was as close to that edge as I was then I was going to give her everything I wanted to take from her and then some. So I pounded her. I concentrated on the delicious and dangerous feel of her body as she screamed louder and louder.
It occurred to me that having a human female screaming at the top of her lungs might draw all sorts of the wrong kind of attention, but I couldn't stop myself. She was so beautiful. So alluring. So fucking hot that I couldn't stop even if it was quite literally our lives on the line.
With a roar I buried myself and let go. All the tension that’d been building in me since we first came out of warp space and found a Terran repair ship alongside an otherwise worthless communications array bled out of me and into her. I was lightheaded. I was tense. I was loose. I was overwhelmed with the sheer power of the moment.
It was over too soon, and yet at the same time I couldn't imagine having that exquisite pain and ecstasy lasting for much longer without destroying me. Forget besting us in war. If Terrans wanted to win their conflict all they’d have to do is send hordes of their women at us to seduce our soldiers away from fighting!
I pulled out of her, and looked down to where we'd come together. She stood and joined my gaze down there, her breath still coming in rapid gasps.
"Holy shit,” she said.
I frowned. "I'm afraid I'm still unfamiliar enough with your Terran idiom to…"
Rachel put a finger to my lips. Smiled. I figured that smile meant good things.
"It's a good idiom,” she said. "Trust me, it was so fucking good. Holy shit!”
"I'm glad," I said, bringing myself to my full height and swelling with pride.
I'd always taken pride in being a good lover, but being the kind of good lover that got approval from an exotic beauty like a Terran, especially when it was well known that Terran women could be difficult to please at best compared to Vosk women? Well that was something.
"Where did you learn to do that?" she asked.
“Practice,” I said with a cocky grin that had her rolling her eyes.
Maybe that was an idiotic thing to say. After all, along with being notoriously difficult to please, there were also stories of Terran women who were notoriously prickly at the mention of other women.
“If all of humanity's women knew Vosk men were as good as you the war would be over pretty damn quick, I can tell you that," she said.
I arched an eyebrow. That was an way to end a conflict. One that echoed the same thoughts I’d been having.
"Something tells me the Vosk Imperial family wouldn't take too kindly to that solution," I said instead, and winced. Why would I bring up those idiots at a time like this?
"Are you kidding?" she said. "Aren't they supposed to be a bunch of horndogs who spend all their time in palaces fucking their slaves and cousins and brothers and sisters or something like that?"
My mouth compressed to a thin line. I was inclined to agree with her assessment of the Vosk Imperials, but there was a part of me that was still insulted that she would refer to our royal lineage so casually and with such damning words.
It was one thing for a Vosk to think those sorts of things about the Imperial family. It was another thing entirely to have a Terran giving voice to those thoughts. Though I imagined there were a lot of Terrans who had those thoughts.
"Oh I'm sorry," she said. "Did I insult your royals? I know a privateer like you probably cares so much about what's going on with them. Do you have magazine screens in supermarkets that tell you all about the latest drama they've made up about your royals like they do it back on earth?" she asked.
