by Athena Storm
“By the ancestors, you are skilled.” My hand goes to the back of her head, fingers stroking her dark, silken tresses. Daphne’s gaze flits up to mine, holding steady with a heady intensity even as she applies heavy suction with her mouth. She undulates her tongue all the while, and mixes up both the speed and intensity of her labial attentions.
My head flies back and I let out an intense growling moan as she sucks me off. I can’t stand it any longer, and before I can warn her my cock fills her mouth with hot cum. Daphne sputters a bit, but she never takes her mouth off of my dick. Instead, she drinks in my load, licking her tongue through the seam on the crown of my member to get every last drop.
We Vakutan believe in reciprocity. So even as she wipes her mouth with the back of her forearm, I raise up on my haunches and wrap my arms around her waist. My lips press into her belly, moving over the smooth lines of her musculature.
“What are you doing?”
“For once in your life, woman, stop talking.”
“Ask the mountain not to be tall—what are you doing with my legs?”
“I thought I told you to shut up.”
Our words are snarky, but delivered in low, passionate tones which belie their meaning. I put her legs over my shoulders and bury my face into the musky patch of curly brown hair between her thighs. Her lips part, revealing pink softness that just begs for my attention.
“Oh my god, your tongue is so long.”
Well, if you’d studied us as much as you claim that should be no surprise. Of course, I don’t say this out loud, as my lips and tongue are otherwise engaged. I take her entire swollen clitoral hood inside of my mouth and suckle. She gasps, legs wrapping around my head and nails digging into my scalp.
“Not so hard, please.”
I reduce the force of the suction, and her whole body quivers against me. Her pussy widens, gaping and oozing the juices of her desire all over my face, and I bury myself in my work. She especially enjoys it when I jam my tongue deeply inside, nestling between the soft walls of her twat to find the Nest. I think humans call it a ‘g spot’, whatever that means. I only know that when I lick the deepest part of her pussy she screams so loud my ears wind up ringing.
“Oh god, it’s like being stuffed with a tentacle—I’m cumming.”
Her pussy gushes like a fountain, deluging me from the sternum upward, but I don’t mind. Daphne’s legs grow rubbery, loosening their grip around my neck and shoulders as I gently lower her back to the thick, soft blanket.
“Did you enjoy that, woman?”
“Can’t you tell that I did?” Her voice is tight, eyes squeezed shut. “I’m so close to cumming again. Touch me, Duric. Please.”
Well, she certainly has discovered her manners now, hasn’t she? I am more than willing to oblige. I thrust my index and middle digits inside of her still gaping hole, squirming them around even as I lightly pinch her clitoris with my other hand. Daphne’s hands grip the blanket, wadding it up beneath her as her teeth clench tightly shut.
“Yes. Right there. Right there.”
Her mouth flies open and she screams as another orgasm wracks her body. I wonder if all human women are so responsive, or only the ones that seem like cold fish at the outset.
Watching her moan, scream, and writhe has my body ready for copulation again. I grab my stiff, erect shaft and hold the crown near the mouth of her hungry pussy.
“Do you want this?”
She looks down through half closed eyes and pouts.
“Yes.”
“Then beg me for it.”
“You’re such a dick.”
“Beg for it, woman.”
“My name is Daphne.”
“Beg for my cock, Daphne.”
Her eyes close, and she turns her face slightly to the side.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Do I have to say it?”
“Yes.”
“Please, give me your cock, Duric.”
Her face flushes with shame, which I find quite adorable. It was so hard for her to say what she wanted. What a complicated, yet wonderful creature this is.
“Very well.”
I shove my member inside of her inch by inch. Daphne’s mouth flies open and she strains her body against my own. When I fit in all the way, she grimaces, and then sighs.
She’s so tiny, so delicate seeming beneath my massive body. Yet, my passion drives me to fuck her hard, slamming my pelvis into her own as I drive my cock deep inside with each vigorous thrust. Daphne’s legs wrap around my waist, holding us tightly together and achieving just a slight bit more penetration. Our twin cries of passion echo through the cave, and not even the burning fire can match the heat of our desires.
Eleven
Daphne
Smoke chokes my throat and arrays of buttons blink under the blare of the emergency sirens. My gut is heaving as the ship pitches and rattles with its raging descent. Bodies flail and crash around me as I cling to a seat bolted to the deck.
“Daphne!”
Rachel’s voice tears into my heat and I spin to see her clawing helplessly at the floor as she skitters toward the greedy hole gouged in the side of our ship.
“Help me,” she cries out in agony. And I do the unthinkable. I let go. I sacrifice my safety and hurtle towards her, seizing her hand as she slips into the chasm of space. Slamming onto my belly at the rim of the gash, I clutch the edge with one hand and hold her tight with the other.
“I’ve got you.”
Her eyes are wide in terror, tears streaming down her face as our air supply whistles past us into the void. She pleads with me, racked with sobs.
“Don’t let me go.”
I grip as tightly as I can, but my hands are slick with sweat and panic. If only I had caught a bit of her sleeve or something. But this can never last.
With everything I have, I struggle to push myself up against the pull of the vacuum, but the force is too great. We are relegated to staring into each other’s eyes until my grip gives up at last and she spins off into eternity.
I breathe in to howl her name out after her and the sharp intake of breath jerks me awake. My face is hot with tears and my I’m gasping in quick, short sips of air.
Duric’s stirs behind me and mutters, but doesn’t wake. His sinewy arm is tucked around me, nestling me close against his firm body. I feel so small. So powerless.
How could I have done that? Surrendered myself to him so entirely? I feel more naked now than I have ever been in the rest of my life. Duric is warm, and the way his body sculpts to embrace mine is physically gratifying, but I can’t help feeling like I’ve betrayed myself.
My discipline has always been my greatest asset. Any number of times it would have felt good, physically good, to throw reason out the window and tumble into the brawny arms of handsome, ignorant scoundrels. But abandon has always been something to be mastered. Why give them the satisfaction of winning my body at the expense of my mind?
But here I am, coiled up on the dirt floor of a cramped cave on some forest covered moon I don’t even know the name of, folded under the arm of a sleeping giant who just ravished me. This hulking, unpredictable beast snoring lightly behind me.
And he’s an alien, no less. If I can’t control my urges, if I’m going to reduce myself to behaving like some primitive primate, couldn’t I at least keep it to my own species? How could I just give my body up to the pure pleasure of some other species having his way with me?
My god, it was pure pleasure. I’ve never experienced anything like that before. The sheer intensity of it. He filled me in ways I didn’t even know were possible.
What a humiliating spectacle I made of myself. Writhing against his body, grinding desperately against him. He reached the limits of my capacity, but I felt like I needed more. Moaning and begging – I wasn’t even like that my first time. I’ve never been like that.
It’s not me. Not by a long shot. The whole thing was an instinctual response
to a moment of extremity. Everything that has happened to me in the last day pushed me beyond the brink, and the pressure had to release somewhere.
If Duric facilitated a series of shockingly violent orgasms, I should thank him for the release, and move on. Not that I would actually thank him. He seemed to be thoroughly satisfied – just so long as he doesn’t expect more.
Our tangle was an isolated response, and is a transgression that I have no intention of repeating.
Being careful not to wake him, I slip out from under his arm and extricate myself from the warm embrace. Admittedly, looking down on him, he is a magnificent piece of work. A fair number of human men have crossed my bed, but there’s never been anything like him. Obviously.
His entire frame is immense, but almost dazzlingly well proportioned. Even in repose, his member is kind of breathtaking. Longer and fuller than any human I’ve ever encountered.
Stop it, Daphne.
Get yourself together. He’s a fine specimen, but remember to view him as just that; a specimen. Whatever memories I choose to carry from this, they need to exist compartmentalized from the rest of my human, analytical experience.
I need some air. And food. My stomach aches with hunger and I can’t remember the last time I ate something. Though, the extremities of today wouldn’t do much for one’s appetite anyway.
Struggling into my still-vaguely-damp- clothes, I nab Duric’s satchel before scrambling back outside. Cleaving to the right keeps me far drier, but takes considerably more effort, and I arrive on the bank just a touch winded.
The water looks so placid, it’s hard to imagine the dark, serpentine creatures slithering beneath the surface. I shudder at the memory of leaning over to drink and splash the water over myself. Who knows how close I might have been to being dragged under? Best to stay well clear of the edge for now, until we can learn a bit more about how those leviathans operate.
No, the best move is to forage for any berries or edible roots may be nearby. I’m unfamiliar with any of the flora here, but many species seem adjacent to ones I’m acquainted with. There’s bound to be something we can eat. And I had better gather a lot – I imagine Duric needs a fair amount of fuel. He’s certainly earned it.
Stop that.
Nothing nearby seems particularly promising, so I trudge a little further afield. The notion of bounding back up the hillside in the direction we came from isn’t exactly appealing, so I carve a longer path around to follow the gentle slope up to the peak that crests over our hideaway.
The gentler rise makes for a less strenuous climb, and the gentle rush of the brook leading to our waterfall is remarkably appealing. As I amble up alongside it, the absence of gliding serpents invites me to take another healthy sip. The water is crisper up here. Cleaner. I wonder if that has anything with the absence of those creatures.
Sated, it’s easier to focus on finding food, and the foliage around me seems to spring to life with possibilities. Any number of berries answer readily, sweet to the taste and palatable. But we’re going to need something more than berries. Too many can upset the stomach and the excess sugar could lead to an unfortunate crash if we find ourselves needing to make another long day of hiking.
No, genuine substance is what I’m after. There are a series of low vines to the ground speckled here and there with vibrant yellow flowers. While not exactly identical, the look is similar to a breed of fibrous tuber very much like the sweet potatoes we grow back at Titanus Vox.
For lack of anything better, I dig my fingers into the dark, rich soil. Within moments, I turn up a whitish root just bigger than my finger. Giving it a good wipe, I test it with a bite. It’s crisp and watery – a little bitter. More like a radish than a potato. Without being particularly pleasing, it still seems like it will serve for a foundation.
Following the vine, I dig at each point where it snugs into the ground and root up a healthy handful of the chunky little fingerlings. More of the flowers evidence themselves as I scan the area, and soon I’ve got a healthy bundle of the tubers to offset the berries. It’s not a diverse banquet, but it should serve to keep us moving.
The satchel is getting a little bulky, and I lug it back over to the river to scrub off as much of the dirt as I can muster. I’m not anxious for a mouthful of grit if I can possibly avoid it. Besides, if it keeps me away from the cave a bit longer, maybe the dust will settle from the tryst I’ve crept away from.
One can always hope, anyway.
There is a rustle and a thump behind me. The air changes. I hadn’t noticed any particular sounds, but it’s as if the world stills around me, and every instinct I have slows to match it.
In sheen of the brisk water, I can see looming dark shadows reflected behind me. Turning as slowly as I can muster for fear of startling whatever beast I might find, a thick knot climbs into my throat. It’s worse than I thought.
A wild animal I feel as though I could manage. In fact, I would welcome the challenge in place of the two shaggy behemoths I find. A pair of Odex have stepped into the clearing just behind me and are standing perfectly still, their red eyes fixed unblinking on me.
I could kick myself for taking Doric’s satchel without even considering lugging along his weaponry. It’s unwieldy and I’m not sure whether I could make much use of it in any situation, but I feel sorely in need of something. Because I know one thing about the Odex.
They may be still now, but the moment is going to pass.
Twelve
Duric
My eyelid cracks open in the half gloom of our waterfall hidden cave. The fire has burned down past the point of embers so that only gray ash remains. For a moment I’m wracked with confusion. Why am I sleeping on the rocky floor of a cave instead of my quarters?
Then everything rushes back to me. The assault on the IHC freighter. My desperate plan to destroy the Odex destroyer. Crash landing, only myself and Daphne surviving…
Daphne and I having sex.
Wait, no, that can’t be right. I despise that insufferable woman. But her scent is all over me, and my body is still glazed with the dry, sticky residue of our amorous encounter.
Then my side aches, and I remember being trapped in the coils of the piscine serpent creature at the bottom of the lake. Daphne rescued me, saved my life…
And in return I screwed her. A human woman. How could I have allowed myself to give in to my desires? If my fellows find out about it, they’ll never stop ribbing me about my lack of restraint, not to mention lack of taste.
I can still taste her lips, both sets of them. Even though I want to hate myself for last night, I can’t get over how good it felt. For such a cold, icy exterior, Daphne had been hot as a blue star during our copulation.
With effort, I manage to banish thoughts of her soft, smooth naked body from my mind. I am a warrior. I have discipline. Surely I can avoid the feminine wiles of a mere human girl.
The waterfall makes for an excellent improvised shower. As I clean my body, however, I can’t help but recall that her nimble hands were all over it last night. I can’t help but wonder if all human women are so wildly passionate during intimacy. It would explain why so many of my fellow Alliance officers are now stationed on Syfer, snuggled up with their human girls.
After I’ve cleaned myself, I begin to wonder about Daphne’s whereabouts. I find one of my packs missing, and surmise she may have ventured into the nearby jungle to forage for sustenance. It seems logical enough. But if so, why didn’t she wake me to accompany her? It’s a dangerous place, this moon, fraught with perils both real and imagined.
Wait a moment, why didn’t she wake me after all? It’s customary to at least speak with the person with whom one has enjoyed an intimate encounter, at least in my culture. Perhaps she was just as ashamed as I was for giving in to her baser desires. That would make things easier, because I know one thing for certain.
There is no way I will ever allow myself to touch that insufferably arrogant creature again. It was a moment of weak
ness, and it has passed. Hopefully she will require little convincing. In the cold light of dawn, it’s hard not to see our encounter as unnecessary and sordid, an indulgence that neither of us can afford.
I dress in my stained uniform and heft my khaffi staff. I’m torn between going to search for Daphne and remaining at our make shift base camp in case she returns. After all, it wouldn’t do for two of us to be wandering around a hostile alien world.
Hunger rumbles my belly, and I recall my stash of captured serpent-fish on the rocky bank of the lake. But when I go to where they lay, there’s nothing there but some scales. Some nighttime predator or scavenger has stolen my kill.
Now I’m most upset. I try gnawing on more of the berries Daphne claimed were safe to eat, but my belly objects to too many of them at once. Also, I feel the need to sink my carnivorous teeth into meat.
The serpent which nearly killed me is dead in the pond somewhere, but I discard the notion of going in after it. There may be more the same size as that one, or perhaps even bigger, and for all I knew its fellows have already stripped that corpse to the bones.
As if it weren’t bad enough that I’d screwed a human girl, then I realize that I also owe my life to one. Well, I saved her life when I rescued her from what was left of the IHC freighter. So we’re even, debts repaid.
But if that’s all there is to our relationship, then why am I so antsy that she’s not here with me now?
