by Viola Grace
“Wait, let’s get more comfortable,” Derry suggested, pulling Rydan to the bed.
In a flash, they were both out of their clothes, toppling over one another. Derry lay on his back while Rydan pressed over him, their mouths sucking avidly the stirring cocks. To Rydan looking for a way to escape, closing his lips on Derry’s hard shaft while drowning in the redhead’s wet mouth, felt unreal. But his body took complete control, pushing away any unwanted thoughts.
His tongue lavishly wrapped around Derry’s bulging head, taking it all inside and loving to feel it strain against the confined space. He sucked greedily pushing it deeper inside, wanting it to reach his throat and choke him. At the same time, he felt pulled inside Derry’s hot opening, the loud sucking noises even more exciting as his cock strained to reach the redhead’s throat. Shoving forcefully, Rydan’s head followed the same movement as his lips slid up, then down the deliciously rigid stem, drawing the bulging head further in before starting the journey again while his own cock glided effortlessly inside the yielding cavity.
When tired of the game, they shifted positions. Derry signaled his desire by turning on his stomach and pushing up his ass. Pressing his hands on the firm buttocks, Rydan’s fingers traced the edges of the inviting hole that, when poked, surrendered immediately, the tight flesh easily giving in to his interested scouting.
“Please, take me,” Derry begged, thrusting back his ass.
Rydan did not wait any further. With a firm push, he broke through the narrow space. Derry groaned with pleasure as his flesh tightened around Rydan’s cock, squeezing and holding it snugly in place. He dipped inside, then out, enflamed by the skin rubbing against the soft walls. As he pumped faster, Derry gripped his own cock to follow the same rhythm. Lost in the movement, Rydan pushed harder, clashing against Derry’s frantic thrusts back that further enlarged the tight space to allow the cock a deeper reach inside until neither could stand the heat any longer. With one last thrust, everything went blank in an explosion, which shattered them to pieces.
Rydan smiled, recalling that first time. Since then, without any prior arrangement, Derry had simply stayed in Rydan’s bed. So far, it had worked fine for him, still nursing his grieving heart. But what about the future? he sometimes wondered.
“Lover, shouldn’t we stop here? This is where we finished work yesterday.”
Shaking his head clear, Rydan focused on the tasks ahead. Looking around, he recognized the spot, which like Derry said, was the same they had left the day before. “All right, gang,” he confirmed, turning to the others, “let’s get to work.”
While they unpacked the gear, he set up the connection with the two hoses surfacing above ground. Wherever they stopped work, he sealed any open hose so to avoid wasting precious water. Soon after, the men set to work, carefully wrapping the slender hoses around the plant stems so their tiny holes seeped the necessary nourishment directly into the ground.
As team leader, Rydan’s responsibilities were to seal and unseal the hoses, solve problems and help anyone new. Usually, he just worked along with the others, enjoying the feel of the brown soil slipping through his fingers as he placed the tiny black tubes in place.
Today though, he felt restless. After unloading his own gear, Rydan went away to check on the premises. The forest welcomed him with its intense silence and the million emerald shades. Nothing moved, not even a leaf. This was not odd, considering there was no wind anywhere across the land. Rydan walked for a while, his gaze darting rapidly from side to side, his ears alert to pick up the faintest signal. Please, let it be here, he begged to no one in particular. After meandering for a while through the forest, he was about to turn back when suddenly he heard it.
Steering in the sound’s direction, he circled a giant green tree. Behind it, half-hidden behind a plant, the creature raised its head as if expecting him and slowly got up. Rydan had no idea what the creature was. In fact, besides plants and human males, he had never seen another living thing anywhere. Not knowing what it was, he had been scared the first time he saw it.
He recalled perfectly that initial meeting because Kyraen had just died. One day, he had strayed alone into a clearing. His only desire was to get away from his men’s sad sympathy, which only made him feel worst, and remain for a while in blissful solitude. Instead, a noise had disturbed him. Raising his head, he had seen it, a strange creature with a slender body, green hair and eyes. To be fair, it looked human…in an unexplainably different way. Startled, Rydan had rose to run away when something about the creature’s face stopped him. Impossible though it seemed, the more he stared at it, the more he recognized some very familiar traits that had belonged to Kyraen. Unbelieving, he had blinked, then looked again to be certain the mind was not playing strange tricks on him, but his initial impression was only confirmed.
During the scrutiny, the creature had not moved, simply stared back at him with huge green eyes, a sad look dimming their brilliant color.
Confused, Rydan had retraced his steps. Of course, it seemed impossible to find his dead lover’s features on a…creature? Illusion? Trick of the mind? Whatever it was, it could not be real, he reasoned, because he had never seen the likes of it before. Yet, his heart told him otherwise so he had spent the rest of the morning trying to establish a connection. He talked to it, made gestures at it, even attempted to touch it. To every attempt, the creature responded only with looks, obviously unable to talk though it appeared to hear and understand what he said. When he stretched his hand, it moved away, clearly indicating it did not want a physical contact.
That had been the beginning of a new…friendship. Rydan had seen the creature other times, always alone in the forest, their communication running one way only. In the end, the creature’s prolonged speechlessness seemed an advantage. He poured his life story into its willing ears, telling of his frustrations, his doubts about Derry or anything he felt amiss in his life. Mostly, he talked about Kyraen as the unsettling resemblance grew stronger each time he saw the slender body with the green hair. Naturally, he had told no one about his silent friend, not even Derry. He was not afraid of being thought crazy. He just felt the creature belonged to him somehow and he liked to keep it locked up in his private universe.
“Today is my birthday, Kyraen,” he announced when he saw it. In lack of a formal name, his dead lover’s seemed more than appropriate. “And I’ll celebrate it with a special feast tonight,” he continued, sitting down in front of the creature.
It remained standing, looking at him sympathetically.
“Laird hasn’t told me much, but from what I heard around, it’ll be quite an experience. And the creatures I’m going to meet, they assure me they’re quite…exciting.”
The creature made a concerned face.
“Am I worried about Derry?” he asked, interpreting her look. He shrugged. “You know how I feel about him. He’s too…compliant. Today, for instance, his present was a blow job. I liked it, of course, but it did not make me feel any different about him. I mean, he’s good and caring.” He got lost in his thoughts for a moment. “Maybe, he’s not exactly what I want,” he admitted regretfully at last.
Another look replaced the earlier concern.
“I wish I knew,” he wondered aloud.
But he did not and that was all part of the problem.
That night, the flying machine came to get them. When he had first seen it, Rydan had remained speechless. Made in shiny material, it glided silently in the air, landing in a vertical slide down, delivering food as well as medical and work-related supplies directly to Laird. This time though, he would become its cargo in order to reach an apparently distant destination.
Excited at the prospect, Rydan boarded together with other fifteen camp-mates. Leaning back on the comfortable seats that hosted their ride through the air, he was soon lost in the flying machine’s fantastic universe. Unlike his wooden cabin, every object shone, reflecting the hard light coming from the ceiling as if it glared at him. Fascinati
ng, he thought, feeling a cold shiver run down his back. Flashing buttons also caught his attention, though no one cared to explain what they were. Looking around, he discovered other mysterious things worth investigating, but the flight lasted only a brief time. Too soon, he felt the vertical shift, which signaled the end of the journey and his regretful arrival.
A man met them outside the flying machine. Without saying a word, he made way for the small group inside a closed building. The same shiny metal lined every wall of the hallways as well as the large chamber, which was their final destination. But like in the flying machine, he had no time to satisfy his curiosity, his gaze immediately caught by the strange creatures, about which he had heard so much. These are neither mysterious creatures nor monsters, he realized, recognizing beings that closely resembled something he had come to know well in time, In fact, he spotted in each the same general features of his green forest friend, exact one he had talked to that very morning. Perhaps, the only difference was in the hair color, for none seemed to have a green head. Otherwise, they looked amazingly alike. The bodies matched exactly the lines and curves of his imaginary friend, which now did not seem so unreal. Dressed in an unfamiliar guise—Rydan recalled his green friend usually appeared in pants—their garbs covered their bodies only to a certain point, leaving their legs naked.
Many of them hovered around a large table filled with food. Soft music played from the ceiling and some swayed to the unfamiliar tunes. If he looked close enough, sometimes he caught a glimpse of more bare skin than intended…or maybe it was all part of this new game. As his gaze traveled further up, he stopped at the unfamiliar chest swellings, which swayed invitingly, following the dance. For a second, he was severely tempted to squeeze one, but something else distracted his attention. So different from the ones he had grown used to, their faces were soft ovals, less rugged, with inconspicuous jaw lines and high cheekbones that contributed to an elongated look. Their eyes, cut in narrow slits, had dazzling colors, which sometimes they flashed on him.
The more experienced men had reached the dancing creatures, attempting to move along with them. Rydan glanced around one last time, wanting to step forward as well, when he caught the most familiar eyes in the world staring straight at him.
His heart stopped when across the room, Kyraen’s eyes looked at him. Confused and helpless, Rydan looked back as he recognized his wildlife friend leaning against a door. Well…Maybe it wasn’t it exactly. The hair was as dark as the eyes…Kyraen’s exact shape and color. He had already noticed the resemblance in the forest, but now, seen in the flesh, everything—shape, size, dimensions—spoke of his dead lover with a stunning alikeness. Speechless, Rydan blinked to clear his vision, but his green friend was still there, gesturing at him. Without waiting a moment further, he ran to the creature and clasped its hand. “Hello, are you really who I think you are?”
It nodded slowly.
“But can you talk or—”
“I can talk,” a soft voice replied.
Not knowing what to say, he looked at the figure a couple of times, squeezing the hand tightly. “So,” he said at last, “you’re real.”
“More so than you think,” the creature admitted.
“And you understand me,” he said amazed. “You know, when I talk to you out there, I never know if and what you understand.”
A luminous smile broke on its lips. “I’ve always understood,” it confessed, “though I couldn’t reply. But there are so many things I need to tell you that—” It stopped abruptly. Its gaze swept the chamber nervously. Then as if making up its mind, it pulled him to a hallway, “Come. Let’s go somewhere private.”
Rydan resisted. “Kyraen wait.”
She stopped and turned. “My name’s Eylean,” she breathed, “but it’s an honor to be called with his name.”
Without further explanations, she tugged him along the dark hallway until she reached a door. Opening it, she stepped inside and waited for him to pass through. Inside, the shiny metal walls hosted a giant bed, a small drawer and another door.
“Why the bed?” he asked curious.
“Haven’t they explained why you’re here?”
“They haven’t told us anything, not even who you are.”
She sighed. “Come, sit here.” She led the way to the bed, then waited for him to reach her before continuing. “I know you’ve never seen the likes of us here on Earth, but we are women.”
“Women?” he rolled the unfamiliar word around his mouth to get it right.
“Yes, women. We…complement you.” Turning red, she touched his crotch and he understood.
“I thought—”
“Those men were your sexual mates?”
He nodded.
“Well, many say it’s a question of tastes and they do just fine for most things, though not for all.”
He wanted her to explain in detail what men lacked that women possessed instead, but she took a different track.
“Even so, I understand your love for Kyraen,” she continued softly.
A wave of burning pain hit Rydan in the stomach as if someone had punched him. With an effort, he managed to keep his back straight.
She caressed his face. “I loved him, too,” she admitted, her voice breaking. “But I couldn’t save him.”
“What are you talking about?” More confused than ever, Rydan grabbed her hand. “I don’t understand.”
She took a deep breath. “It’s a long story, Rydan. I’m not supposed to tell you, but I will because…” her voice broke again, “I don’t want to lose you like I lost Kyraen.” She shifted positions, settling into a more comfortable one. “I come from Kaldore, a pl—” She stopped to look at him, then cleared her throat. “A land faraway.”
“You come from the stars. The flying machines bring you, right?”
“Exactly, but my origins are here, like yours and…Kyraen’s.”
“Then why did you leave?”
“It wasn’t my decision. They took me away.”
“They?”
“The Kaldorians. They want to control our world so they keep us separated, the men from the women. That’s why you’ve never seen a woman before. There are none here.”
“But…why?”
“They claim the men are sick…well, most of them anyway.”
The painful image of his lover lying dead came rushing back. And the blue pills didn’t work that time, Rydan thought wryly.
“No, they didn’t,” she confirmed.
Startled, he raised his head and met the brown eyes.
“Yes, I can read into your thoughts. That’s how I was able to understand much of what you said during our…conversations.”
“I thought—” He stopped confused. Even if unusual, he had taken their way of communicating for granted.
“Don’t worry.” She smiled brightly. “It’s a gift I have, but it only works with certain people. With Kyraen, I had no trouble reading his thoughts. We used to have the longest talks—”
“He never told me anything about it,” Rydan cut in, feeling suddenly jealous.
She squeezed his hand. “Don’t be,” she told him gently. “He didn’t talk about it because like you, he felt it was too private or too crazy to share with others, including the one he most loved.” She smiled sadly. “Oh yes, he talked for hours about you, how much he loved you and how he wished you could have a happy life together. But he didn’t know his time was already ending.”
“You knew he was dying?”
“Not then. I had no idea how things worked over here. At first, I thought it was a dream, nothing more. I mean…I saw and I heard. But I didn’t feel anything, no smells, no taste, no touch as if I were a ghost intruding on your world. Slowly though, I began to realize there was a connection between Kyraen and me. In a way, we had called one another as if we already knew each other.” She shrugged. “Maybe because we looked so alike or perhaps we shared a common origin…who knows? When he died, I wanted to know about the strange conne
ction, but mostly why we lived worlds apart, even if we looked like twins.”
“And what did you discover?”
“Nothing I liked.” She took a deep breath. “To all effects, we’re Kaldorian prisoners. They arrange these…matings between men and women to get their hands on our children. At birth, they send only the males back here and keep the women on Kaldore to use as breeding machines. Apparently, we’re immune from your kind of disease.”
“So the sickness is in us?” he asked.
“That’s what they say, but I’m convinced that if you left, you could be cured.”
“Leave?” The thought had never crossed his mind. “Where would I go?”
“Oh, there are plenty of places. If I got my hands on one of those flying ships, I could take you anywhere.”
“Why didn’t you come for Kyraen?” Rydan asked suspiciously. “He needed your help more than I do.”
“I know,” she admitted with regret, “but I couldn’t. I had no idea where he was. Even had I stolen a flying ship, I would have never reached him.”
“But if you were so connected…”
“It was a mental connection, not a physical one. We never touched.” She grabbed his hand and held it tight. “If we share physical contact, especially of an intimate nature, I can track you anywhere on this planet. Without it, you’re just a vision in my head without any bearings on reality.”
Her warm palm awakened his lower parts. Shifting uncomfortably, he was suddenly aware of her body pressing close to his. An unbearable wave of desire, almost like the ones Kyraen unleashed, swept through his body. With an effort, he tried to ignore it, but could not help his hand trailing off as it had a will of its own to caress her face. “You look so much like him,” he breathed, his hand slipping down her back, “if not even more beautiful.” Dropping his gaze, he felt tempted to touch the inviting mounds on her chest. But can I? he wondered, raising his gaze.
She nodded, bringing his hand to press on her breasts, then moved it in a circular motion. First, he felt the softness, then the nipple hardening. Excited by her reaction, he pushed her down on the bed, his hand quickly finding a way beneath the annoying clothes, avidly closing on the soft flesh beneath. She moaned as he continued in the slow movement that she had shown him. He pulled back to admire their beauty, harmonious curves spicing the slender body, and felt their softness with the hard nipple’s exciting contrast. He loved the skin texture, rubbing his fingers on the hard tip before squeezing it lightly, and would have caressed it for hours had she not pulled his head on them.
