by Cynthia Sax
“He is no buddy.” Vern glowered. “He is a Mravenec warrior intent on destroying your planet. Silan warriors stopped their attack. I accompanied Fixer…Dr. Winona Tilsdale and Dr. Imogen Roberto here, where they would not be damaged.”
“Do we know the status of the other civilian?” Major Chapple, sir asked the male standing next to him.
“She is sleeping, sir,” the young male replied. “She appears unharmed.” His gaze slid to Vern’s face.
Appeared. Vern’s lips twisted. “I would not damage any human female.”
“He’s a doctor.” His Win patted Vern’s thighs, the contact sending fucking messages to his spicka. He wanted, needed her again, always. “Doctors heal people. They don’t harm them.”
“He doesn’t look like a doctor.” Major Chapple, sir gazed up at him, sunlight reflecting off his vision-fixing shields.
“You do not look like a warrior, Major Chapple, sir.” Vern forced a smile, attempting to appear harmless, unworthy of potential termination.
“True.” Major Chapple, sir grinned. “I especially don’t look like one of your warriors.” He glanced at the Mravenec’s severed head and his mood grew somber. “They want to destroy Earth, huh?” Vern nodded. “And the Prime Minister knew about the envoy?”
“I can show you a copy of the email,” his Win replied. “You can call and confirm. I also notified the Royal Astronomical Society of Canada and SETI.”
“But you didn’t notify the army.” Major Chapple, sir sighed. “Why would anyone notify the army?”
Vern opened his mouth. His Win gripped his arm and he pressed his lips together again, confused by the human’s habit of asking questions he didn’t require answers for.
“This sounds like a big misunderstanding.” Major Chapple, sir’s gaze traveled up and down Vern’s body. “A very big, very unusual misunderstanding, but I’ve seen stranger things and I have my orders. I have to bring you in.” He waved his gun toward a large covered vehicle. “We’ll have to restrain him temporarily until he’s in the underground facility. That’s protocol.”
“You have a protocol for visitors to our planet?” His Win blinked. “And an underground facility to hold them in?”
“Sergeant.” Major Chapple, sir didn’t answer his Win’s questions.
The male strode forward, his expression grim, the scent of fear surrounding him. He carried bands of metal in his hands.
Vern growled, not wanting the male anywhere near his druzka.
“Don’t touch him.” His Win held out her arms as though attempting to stop the male with her small body. “No one touches my Vern except for me.”
Sergeant looked at Major Chapple, sir.
“Give her the handcuffs,” the older male instructed.
His Win took the bands from Sergeant. “I’ll restrain him.” She opened the metal bands. “These aren’t normal handcuffs,” she whispered as she encircled Vern’s wrists, binding his arms before him.
He flexed. The metal bent and he relaxed. “They will not hold me,” he murmured.
“Act as though they hold you.” She kissed his arm. “We’re ready.” She raised her voice.
A male opened the back of the covered vehicle, revealing dark empty space surrounded by metal. Some of the metal was bent to form multi-ass supports. It was crude and primitive, unworthy of any precious female.
“You will stay here.” As they walked, Vern nudged his Win farther away from him. “The vehicle will damage your wondrous ass.”
Males laughed and his Win’s face turned an intriguing shade of red. “Don’t worry about my ass. I’m coming with you.” She wrapped one of her arms around his waist, holding him securely as though she feared they’d be parted. “I meant what I said, my Vern. Where you go, I go.”
“Miss Tilsdale,” a female yelled and they turned as one.
Professor Imogen Roberto ran toward them, her brown shoulder covering flapping around her small body. “This is a mistake, you ignoramuses.” She batted a male’s back. “You’re causing an intergalactic incident. They flew across several galaxies. Think of what they can do to you.”
His Win laughed, the sound enchanting Vern. “We’re fine, Professor. Contact SETI and the Society. If the Silans return—”
The female waved her hands dismissively. “I’ll handle it.” She stopped and stared at Vern. “God, he’s magnificent.”
He straightened to his full height, sucked in his stomach and flexed his muscles.
“How are you feeling?” his Win asked.
“What?” Professor Roberto shook her head. “Good. Great. Better than I’ve felt in decades. That damn headache is gone.” Her gaze met Vern’s. “Did the other Silan cure me?”
“Ma’am, this is army business.” Major Chapple, sir grasped Professor Roberto’s arm.
“Don’t touch me.” She shook him away. “I’ll deal with the other Silans, Miss Tilsdale. The Prime Minister,” she glared at Major Chapple, sir, “will deal with your Ruler. You’ll be freed soon.”
“Thank you.” His Win squeezed Vern’s waist. “We’re counting on you.”
They entered the vehicle. His Win strained to reach the high step. Vern stooped to fold his body into the small space. The doors closed behind them, shrouding them in darkness. The only light originated from narrow slits in the walls. Metal scraped against metal.
“My Vern.” His Win bumped against him, her grip on his arm tightening.
“I am here.” His vision system adjusted for the reduced light. Vern lowered onto one of the multi-ass supports, the metal hard and uncomfortable under his form. “Use my body as your ass support.” He caught one of her hands, pulled her toward him.
She slid onto his lap, melding to his body as though she was a part of him. “Major Chapple appeared very calm.” His Win felt along Vern’s neck, jaw, cheeks. “You’re an alien.” She squinted at him. “You’d think he’d be freaking out.”
“Warriors do not freak out.” He turned his head slightly and pressed his lips against her smooth palms. “And Silans are not the only aliens on Earth.”
“That’s true. Your enemies, the Mravenecs, the giant ant people, have visited Earth. Storm told me about their previous attacks.” His Win hummed softly. “Ants have sex only once, a fantastic fuck fest in the sky.” She grinned, her eyes sparkling with humor. “The female ant, the queen, then has all of the sperm she’ll ever need. I wonder if Mravenecs reproduce the same way?”
“You do not need to know how Mravenecs reproduce.” Vern scowled. “You only need to know how this Silan reproduces.” He shifted under her, his spicka hardening.
“I’m an astrobiologist specializing in reproduction.” She extended her small pink tongue and licked along his cheek ridges, her touch light and playful. “I’m expected to be an expert in alien sex.” She skimmed over his lips.
Vern groaned. “You are too skilled in sex.” He opened, submitting to her, pleased by her aggression. She tasted of him, of them, of the future, a life span filled with happiness and the love emotion he’d often heard humans talk about.
The multi-ass support rumbled as they kissed. The vehicle moved slowly, transporting them somewhere Vern didn’t wish to go. He was where he should be, with the female he’d crossed the vast expanses of space to claim.
He lifted his bound hands, bent his elbows and looped his arms around his Win, holding her to him. “I have you, druzka.” His voice lowered.
“You’ve had me for months.” She covered his mouth with hers.
Chapter Six
The army vehicle stopped and Win slid off Vern’s lap, smoothed down her skirt, ran her hands over her hair. “I must look like a disaster.”
“You are beautiful, my Win.” Vern’s eyes swirled blue and green, his pride in her appearance reassuring Win. The locks clicked and the doors opened, bright lights flooding the interior. “It may not be safe.” He stood, hunching over, his shoulders touching the roof of the vehicle. “I will exit first. You follow me.”
; “Be careful.” She placed her right hand on his back, the connection comforting her. Vern peered to the left, to the right, and then jumped down. Soldiers wearing helmets and body armor rushed forward, pointing their big guns at him.
“Don’t move,” one soldier barked. Vern and Win froze. “Not you, miss. Exit the vehicle slowly.” The soldier motioned with his gun.
“Ummm…” Win stared down at the concrete. The tailgate was extremely high. “I need help.”
The soldier moved toward her.
“Don’t touch her.” Vern stepped in front of Win. “I will assist my druzka.”
The soldier hesitated for a moment, tapped his earpiece and then nodded. Win clasped her alien’s shoulders and shimmied down his body to the floor.
“Stay behind me, my Win.” Vern shielded her with his big physique.
“Protective of female,” a female noted, her voice flat.
Win ducked under one of Vern’s spread arms. A tall blonde woman wearing a white coat tapped on a tablet. Although Win hadn’t seen her face in years, she immediately recognized the astrobiologist once declared to be the future of the field. “Dr. Galbraith.” The woman raised her head. “They said you were dead.”
Dr. Galbraith’s lips curled into a small smile. “They say you’re crazy, Dr. Tilsdale. We shouldn’t believe everything people say.”
She knows my name. Win clutched Vern, her knees weakening.
“We have a lot of work to do.” The scientist approached them. “There have been increasingly more frequent and more violent attacks upon Earth. We have no defenses. The extraterrestrial aggressors are technologically more sophisticated. We couldn’t even access your email account, Dr. Tilsdale.” She pressed her lips together. “If his people are sincere about protecting us, we should move quickly and secure an alliance.”
“We do not offer what we cannot give,” Vern rumbled. “Our females reside upon Earth. We will protect them.”
“Yes, I understand you want human females to mate with.” Dr. Galbraith perused him from his booted feet to the top of his blue-and-green head. Win nudged closer to Vern, not liking the pretty scientist’s open admiration. “We have to ensure that mating is in the best interest of the human females.”
Vern’s body stiffened, his ridges rattling. “We would not damage our females.”
“Not intentionally, no.” Dr. Galbraith tapped on her tablet. “Come with me. We’ll start the tests immediately.” She led them past sliding doors, down a wide corridor. The soldiers followed them.
“Are we prisoners?” Win slid her hand in Vern’s rough palm, holding on to him.
“You’re our guests.” Dr. Galbraith stopped at an intersection. “Not all of our guests get along.” A huge slug-like creature, escorted by soldiers, slimed its way across the mesh metal floor. It swung its head toward them and clicked its purple teeth.
Vern clicked his teeth in reply.
Another alien. Win stared at the creature, fascinated by his form. “How many languages do you speak?” she asked Vern.
“Her language is simple.” He shrugged, blue spreading across his cheeks. “Silan Talkers speak many more languages than I do.”
“Can help with translator.” Dr. Galbraith made another note in her tablet. One of the soldiers prodded the slug with the butt of his rifle, the creature increased its speed, passing them without further incident, and they continued walking. “Speaking of help, I will need your assistance, Dr. Tilsdale, on these tests.”
“You need my assistance?” Win gaped at the world-renowned scientist’s back. “But you’re the best in the field.”
“Sexuality and reproduction is not my specialty.” Dr. Galbraith walked faster. “As it will be challenging for you to be both one of the test subjects and the sole scientist on these tests, we’ll share the credit.”
“I’m sharing credit with the best astrobiologist on the planet,” Win whispered, unable to resist skipping along the corridor. “I’m worthy, my Vern.” She looked up at him.
“You were always worthy, my Win.” He squeezed her hand.
“As we wish to observe you during your entire stay with us, the laboratory will double as your accommodations.” Dr. Galbraith pressed her palm on a screen and opened a door. “I asked for it to be fully equipped. The laboratory is monitored. If you need any additional equipment or anything else, simply ask.”
Win strode into the large room and her mouth dropped open. “Wow.” Every piece of equipment she had ever dreamed of and could never afford filled the white, sterile space. She drifted her fingers over an MRI machine.
“I’ll be in the observation room when you wish to get started.” Dr. Galbraith gestured toward the huge glass window. More scientists in white jackets, several of whom Win recognized, stared at them, their eyes wide with curiosity, tablets clutched in their hands.
“Time is of the essence.” Dr. Galbraith shut the door, leaving Vern and Win alone in the laboratory.
“They watch.” Vern’s lips twitched. “Always.”
“They do.” The best scientists in the world would watch them have sex. Win paced the perimeter of the room. “Where to start?” She had so much equipment, the options were almost overwhelming. “Examine the subject.”
She turned toward Vern. He gazed at her, fully erect, the bed sheet fluttering around his body. “You’re ready.” She grinned at him. “No prep needed.”
“I am ready to fuck.” Vern grinned back at her.
“We’re not fucking right now.” Win tugged at the bed sheet and the fabric drifted to the floor. She sucked in her breath. “Professor Roberto was right. You are magnificent.”
Ridges cascaded down his physique, his green-and-blue skin hairless, his cock hard and vibrating, the up-and-down pulsing arousing Win. She licked her bottom lip and his cock gyrations intensified.
“Measurements, Dr. Tilsdale.” Dr. Galbraith’s businesslike voice filled the laboratory.
“Right.” Win grabbed the tape measure. She measured all of him, his height, the width of his shoulders, the length of his cock, the circumference of his skull. As Win skimmed her fingertips over every inch of him, exploring his body in the name of science, she called out the findings, trusting the scientists to record them.
Vern stood still, docilely allowing her to poke and prod him. His eyes swirled with amusement as she tapped his knee with a reflex hammer. He didn’t move.
“Didn’t you feel that?” She raised one eyebrow.
“I feel all of your touching, my Win,” he murmured, his voice deepening. “I feel it too much.” He broke his reinforced handcuffs as though they were made of delicate silk ribbon and he gripped the base of his shaft with his big hands, presenting his cock to her. “I am ready to spill my seed.” A dab of pre-cum formed on his tip.
“Don’t spill your seed.” Win pulled her gaze away from his groin and led him to the immaculately clean surgical table. “I need that sample.” She patted the white padded surface. “Lie down, put your feet in the stirrups and your hands on the armrest.”
“We will fuck now.” The metal groaned under Vern’s weight. “I smell your need.” His nostrils flared. He spread his legs, unabashed by his nudity, undeterred by the scientists watching them.
“We’ll fuck soon,” Win promised. She wheeled the EEG machine closer. “I want to measure the voltage fluctuations within your brain as you ejaculate.” Vern raised his eye ridges. “As you come,” she clarified. Win hurriedly applied the electrodes to Vern’s scalp.
“I wish to come in your pussy.” He gripped the armrests, his cock vibrating faster and faster. “You will be hot and wet around my spicka.”
“Spicka is the Silan word for penis,” Win explained to the scientists watching them.
“You now call my spicka a cock.” Vern shifted, the table straining to contain him.
Win’s face heated. “That was the word you knew,” she reminded him. “And the average human female calls it a cock.”
“You are not average, my W
in.” Vern pulled her toward him. She flipped the switch on the EEG machine, starting the monitoring, and she allowed him to slide her body on top of his. “You, a Fixer, fight like a Warrior, negotiate like a Talker.”
The EEG machine beeped, the sound shrill.
Win scrambled off Vern. “I damage expensive equipment like a Breaker.” She turned dials, slid levers, moved the machine. Sweat trickled down her neck. Nothing stopped the alarm.
“One of the amplifiers is loose,” Dr. Galbraith advised, reminding Win they weren’t alone. They were being watched, every word, every action recorded.
Win tightened the amplifiers and the beeping stopped. “Thank you.” She glanced toward the observation room. Dr. Galbraith nodded.
“I also require fixing.” Vern placed her hands on his cock.
Win curled her fingers around his shaft. “We need a sample of your sperm…your seed.” She pumped him, his angles massaging her palms. “This first time, I’ll bring you to release with my hands.” She positioned her body as to not block Dr. Galbraith’s view of Vern’s cock.
He breathed deeply. “You need me, druzka.”
She did need him, her breasts aching for his touch, her pussy wet and empty. Win pressed her thighs together. “I can wait. This is important to Sila, to Earth.” She rubbed her thumbs over his tip and he shuddered, his ridges rattling.
“For Sila,” Vern rumbled. “For Earth.” His grip on the armrests tightened, the metal bending around his fingers. “For us.”
“Yes.” Win’s heart warmed. “For us.” She cupped his balls with one hand and his body tensed. “The Silan word for testes is varles.” She rolled them in her fingers. “My Vern’s varles are large, smooth and hairless, as sensitive as human testes are.”
“Balls,” Vern grunted, his chest rapidly rising and falling, his toes curling.
Win leaned over him, brushing her body against his, and an animalistic sound escaped from her alien’s mouth. “My Vern’s spicka is ridged, designed to give females pleasure.”
“I give only one female pleasure.” He lifted his hips, moving with her. “You.” She stroked him harder and blue pigment crept upward on his shaft, signaling his rising passion. “You are my female, my druzka, my Win.” He smacked his ass against the surgical table’s padded seat. “My everything.” More pre-cum glistened on his tip.
