by Claudia Rose
Bruce sprawled beside her. He was soundly asleep on his stomach, one arm stretched towards her. The sheets had ridden down so that his sun-bronzed torso and the more lightly colored mounds of his buttocks were uncovered. He was the most exquisitely beautiful thing Jenna had ever seen. A living sculpture of muscular curves painted in sensual shades of cream and tan, and finished with soft patterns of hair and long curving eyelashes.
Very softly, Jenna sat up and lifted the sheet away from the rest of his body to admire it. After a lengthy inspection she carefully straddled his warm sleeping form. Then she lowered her head to smell the sweetness of his hair and the delicate musk of his skin. Her nipples gently grazed his back, making them tingle and harden.
Jenna began applying small dry kisses to Bruce’s broad shoulders. They were nothing more than fluttery touches with her lips, but she was determined to cover as much of his body as she could with them. While she was doing this, she lowered her breasts onto him again, so that their firm points drew symmetrical designs on his skin. Her kisses worked their way gradually down to the hollow of his lower spine, at which point her breasts were caressing his buttocks.
It was then that Bruce slowly began to wake.
For a long time, he lay still. He made no attempt to understand what was occurring, he merely absorbed the sensations, trusting them to reveal the situation to him in their own time. There was a soft female form on top of him, warm kisses caressed his skin, heavy breasts softly massaged his buttocks, and the crisp hair of a woman’s sex rasped sensually against his left calf muscle.
Eventually he turned his head to confirm what he already knew.
“Are we alone?” he whispered.
Jenna understood what he meant. His question excluded the Reven and their prying eyes.
“Yes, my darling. We were the only ones selected.”
“So we will become lovers.”
It was a statement, not a question.
“We will, for the first, and maybe the last, time.”
Jenna didn’t say this out of fear for the future. She wanted to emphasize the importance of the opportunity.
“Then let me kiss you properly.”
Nothing would thwart their kiss this time. It wasn’t destined to end in either frustration or pain.
Their bodies strained against each other as their lips met with hungry urgency. It was the kiss that sealed the commitment between them. It forgave the hurts of the past, it promised everything of the present, and it even held out hope for the future. The pressure of their mouths was hard, almost savage, but it was a savagery borne of a mutual need to be so close as to become one with each other.
The contact stimulated their pulses and blood rushed to the point of meeting, causing their lips to part fractionally with the pressure of its throbbing inflow. It was an invitation to each tongue to find its partner. They met and performed a delicious dance between parted teeth. Flicking here and there, twisting and twining, transporting both to the realms of deepest desire.
As they kissed, their legs twined together, and their hands explored every surface. Their movements became increasingly wild. They rolled back and forth over every inch of the bed, the silken sheets twined around their golden bodies.
Finally they broke the kiss, long enough to tell each other of their need and desire.
“Jenna, you are so beautiful, I can’t believe we’re finally alone.”
“Oh Bruce, I want you so badly. I need you inside me. I can’t take it for another second.”
She was on top of him when she said this, and as she cried it out her thighs, which had been gripping him so strongly, fell apart, inviting him to enter her. He needed no second invitation. There was a pressure within him that had nothing to do with lust or desire, but everything to do with his innate need for this woman he had for so long adored.
Entering Jenna was like arriving at a place he’d always loved, and really knowing it for the first time. His erect phallus was only evidence of his profound need to be one with her. It was not an act of possession, it was a union in the fullest sense of the term. Bruce’s cock eased into the molten depths of her pussy. The shaft pushed in further, and further, until it was buried to the hilt and cushioned by her labia. In that moment of union their nerve endings fused together, uniting them in need and desire.
Jenna could feel Bruce’s cock-head butting at the entrance to her womb, and she wanted to keep it there for as long as she could. She rolled over, pulling him on top of her, wrapping her slim but powerful legs around his waist to hold him buried to his full length. For a long minute they held this position, while each looked deeply into the other’s eyes.
* * * * *
“I am concerned, Alpha19. As you are well aware we have not been studying Terrans for the thousands of years that we have been studying the other humanoid species. My data on them is incomplete, and there is some doubt as to whether our controller chips are fully configured to counter every permutation of Terran thought and desire. I am already recording some unusual measurements as their passion for each other increases.”
“You are an alarmist, 276. If the controller chips can master a Vedi Premlord, they can certainly control a couple of insignificant Terrans. Continue monitoring them, and don’t keep interrupting my observations with your bleating complaints.”
* * * * *
Bruce could remain still no longer. But he didn’t withdraw from Jenna’s depths, he pushed even harder into her, grinding their sexes together, holding himself there with all his strength, his body taut as a bow. Jenna was the first to break. She relaxed the vice-like grip her thighs had around his waist, allowing his shaft to slide slowly out of her, until only its tip still rested against the opening of her vulva. Again there was a pause, then she spoke.
“Bruce, do it now, fuck me before I scream!”
In unison they began to move. Bruce pumped his cock in and out of Jenna’s pussy with long, smooth strokes. She was hot, tight and very wet and the pleasure of the sensation was so intense that his gasps sounded as if he were in pain.
Jenna’s own cries were growing louder as Bruce entered her again and again, the hard bone above his cock banging firmly against her pelvis, the vibrations felt intensely by her clitoris.
Their movements became faster and faster, their cries louder and louder. Both their bodies were gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat. Jenna had twined her legs forcefully around his waist once again. As he rose with each withdrawal she was lifted a few inches off the bed, and with each thrust she bounced back down onto the mattress.
Their climax was simultaneous. Bruce orgasmed so powerfully that white lights, like tiny shooting stars, streaked across his vision. The cords of his mighty neck stood out, his lips pulled back from his teeth in a rictus of pleasure and pain. He thrust his cock into the hilt one final time, held it there, and came deep within her.
“Oh Jenna! Oh Jenna! Oh God, Jenna!”
Jenna was screaming his name repeatedly and incoherently, as multiple waves of orgasm seized her entire body. She squirmed and bucked beneath him with such strength that it was all Bruce could do to hold on. He felt her fingernails dig into his back and her thighs grip his waist like a vice.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Bruce, I’m coming, I’m coming. Bruce. Oh yes, Bruce!”
It was then that the buzzing started. At first Bruce and Jenna were too occupied by their own pleasure to be aware of it. But as their orgasms subsided a little, the sound intruded more loudly.
Bruce looked around him, feeling disoriented. The room was flickering, as if they were inside a television set and someone was changing the channel. One second they were lying in their idyllic, Mediterranean bedroom, the next second they were on a hard table in a gray chamber devoid of all furnishings.
“What’s going on?” asked Jenna.
“I’ve no idea,” he replied as the bedroom disappeared for good and they were left on the hard surface.
Their alarm increased when a door burst open and Mort rushed i
nto the room followed by Ghanjihi, Ranisha and the others.
“What are you doing here?” cried Jenna. “This is supposed to be our time together.”
“Your time together has shorted the controller chips, this is our one chance to save ourselves,” replied Ghanjihi. “Quick, we must break into the bridge of the ship before the Reven repair the damage.”
* * * * *
Psi276 had been watching its instruments with growing concern, but after Alpha19’s last outburst it had been too frightened to say anything. However the readings now had it severely alarmed. The Terrans were about to climax simultaneously and all the meters were in the red zones. Finally it could stay silent no longer.
“Alpha19, we are close to system failure, I demand that we halt the experiment now!”
It was too little too late. The circuits of the controller chips were not configured for the type and intensity of Bruce and Jenna’s simultaneous orgasm. They overloaded and blew, and in that moment all control that the Reven had over their captives was lost.
Ghanjihi had known the controller chip had failed the moment it happened. In fact he had been half expecting it ever since Jenna and Bruce had left together. At once he ordered Zhorta and Mort to bust them out of their quarters and lead them towards the bridge of the Reven ship.
Alpha19 had been observing the experiment through a special viewer that showed it the illusion the chips were generating in Bruce and Jenna’s minds. Just as Psi276 began complaining, the picture flickered and died.
“Now what has happened 276?” it demanded angrily.
“The controller chip master circuit has blown.”
“Well fix it!”
“You stupid fool!” raged Psi276. “You have not heard a thing I have said. I cannot fix it. We have lost all control over the prisoners. As we speak the Vedi is leading them here to attack us.”
“Then think of something to save us!”
“There is nothing I can do. We have no other defense. Your arrogance has doomed us and denied our race its chance of survival. I must contact the Homeworld and try to inform the Council. Without the Terran female all is lost.”
Psi276 turned to the communication board. Alpha19 searched desperately for a weapon of some sort. But nothing was at hand.
Then a great thumping began on the door. With each blow the metal bent and buckled until, with one thunderous crash, it burst open to reveal Mort and Zhorta, roaring with rage and towering to their full heights.
The Reven had no defense. One blow from Mort decapitated Alpha19, splattering its skull and contents across the bridge’s viewing window. Without its head the Reven’s body collapsed to the floor in a quivering clattering heap, the wound where its head had been leaking slimy gray pus.
One second later Zhorta reached Psi276 and ripped the creature limb from limb even as it was attempting to communicate with the Homeworld.
The others crowded in behind the fearsome Gorts.
Fritti and Mmerr were screeching with joy, but Bruce and Jenna both felt ill as they looked at the mangled remains of the Reven splattered around the bridge.
Ghanjihi and Ranisha, ignoring their dead foes entirely, rushed to the controls of the ship and expertly spun it around to race back the way they had come.
“We must fly swiftly,” explained Ghanjihi. “The Reven have much larger craft, and they will be after us very quickly. There may well be a cruiser or two in the area also. I won’t be happy until we are back within the defensive shield of the Vedian system.”
Epilogue
There had been no sign of pursuit, and all attempts by the Reven Homeworld to contact the ship were ignored.
Bruce and Jenna quickly settled into a comfortable rhythm of shipboard life. Ghanjihi was teaching them the principles of space flight and Ranisha had been giving them instruction in advanced tantric meditation.
They also spent much time enjoying the company of the others. According to Mmerr, Jenna was becoming an expert at zero gravity acrobatics.
But the greatest gift was the hours they had to spend in each other’s company. Between themselves they had taken to referring to the space voyage as their honeymoon. They were enjoying a growing physical intimacy and reveling in every opportunity to be together. They were deeply in love.
Naturally they had talked seriously about what they would do now. Would it be possible to return to Earth and their normal lives after everything that had happened? Did they even want to?
Their deliberations were thrown into much sharper perspective a few days later when they were alone on the bridge with Ghanjihi and Ranisha having a navigation lesson. The Vedi were pointing out to them a distant star-cluster that contained the Vedian system.
“Perhaps I will get to see your world after all, Ranisha,” remarked Jenna.
It was Ghanjihi who answered, and he spoke with greater earnestness than they had ever heard from him.
“I hope that you both get to see our world. In fact I entreat you to return there with us. I owe you too much to force you to do so, but I also owe you a fair assessment of the current situation.”
Bruce and Jenna listened as if their lives depended on it.
“Every Reven in the universe will be looking for you. Alpha19 told me that you, Jenna, had proved to be the key to completing their DNA sequencing. In addition, the record of Psi276’s final transmission shows that he had enough time to tell them that in your sexual union you were able to damage the controller chips. Such information is priceless, and they will now be desperate to obtain you both.”
Bruce and Jenna looked at each other with alarm. Clearly this thing was by no means over.
“If you return with us to Vedia, you may be able to help us find a weapon that is effective against Reven technology. And we may also be able to offer you better protection than you will have on Terra.”
“And I may also be able to continue with your training,” added Ranisha. “Also, I would like to show you my world. It is a place of much beauty.”
“Think it over,” Ghanjihi urged them. “The fate of the universe rests heavily upon you.”
Jenna looked up at Bruce. Already they had arrived at a place where each was learning to know the other’s mind and so he simply returned her gaze and nodded.
“There is nothing to talk over,” said Jenna, speaking for them both. “Bruce and I have never avoided a contest, and there is more at stake here than in a lifetime of triathlons. You have opened our eyes to the beauty, power and importance of sexual love, but we know there is much more we need to learn. So take us to your world, Premlord Ghanjihi, teach us your secrets, and show us what we can do to help.”
* * * * *
Three Months Later
An exclusive apartment in the palace of Premlord Ghanjihi…
Jenna awoke with a sense of anticipation. Today was the day that she and Bruce were to be admitted to the ranks of Vedi adepts.
Her mind whirled as she thought of everything that had happened in the short time since they had escaped the Reven. The training Ranisha had been giving both she and Bruce had proceeded quickly, and when they weren’t learning the mysteries of the Vedian Tantra, they were busy with Ghanjihi and others in the development of plans to defeat their enemy.
There had also been memorable times with the wonderful friends they had made. Fritti, Mmerr, Mort and Zhorta had all remained on Vedia, evidently as reluctant as she and Bruce to break up their fellowship.
The one downside was that with everything else going on she never spent quite as much time alone with Bruce as she’d have liked. Jenna smiled lovingly at the handsome man sleeping soundly next to her in the huge bed that was the centerpiece of their palace apartment. If I were alone with him twenty-four hours a day it wouldn’t be enough time she admitted to herself. I never imagined love could be this good.
Sometimes Earth, and her life as a triathlete, seemed a distant memory. But thinking of Earth reminded Jenna of the only shadow that still remained in her life. Katie, my poor dear
sister, where are you now? Oh Katie, I hope you are all right. Perhaps one day I’ll see you again.
But before she could slip into gloom, Jenna reminded herself of one of the Tantra’s key tenets—I will commit the things I cannot change to the future, and prepare for the future by living fully in the now. The thought made her feel much better and, deciding that Bruce had slept long enough, she turned her attention to waking him by tickling his nose with her left nipple.
The same time, in a rundown part of New York City…
The lift was out of order again, so the quiet, dumpy young woman labored up the five flights of steps to her tiny apartment. New York might be the greatest city on earth, but her corner of it was small and uninspiring.
Her home, when she finally entered, looked as if no one lived in it. There was a minimum of furniture and no sign of any attempt to decorate or beautify the place. She sat down heavily at the small bare table with her dinner (a bag of donuts) and opened the paper. The headline gave her a shock—”Jenna Walsh and Bruce Glenn Officially Dead.” It had been so long since the disappearance had been front-page news that she’d stopped trying to avoid hearing about it. She could feel tears welling in her eyes and an awful tightness in her chest.
So now it’s official, I am totally alone.
Then a strange rasping voice spoke directly behind her.
“Katie Walsh?”
She screamed and jerked around, but what she saw struck her dumb with terror.
A dark blue man with four arms was in the room with her. His face was plump and autocratic, his jet black eyes were cruel, and he was immensely obese.
Katie fainted.
“This must be her. Bring her with us and let us leave this dung heap of a planet.”
“Yes, Lord Tirsa-Singh,” answered a second blue man who had been standing in the shadows. He was a veritable giant whose his head all-but touched the roof. Without another word he picked up the unconscious girl with one hand as if she were a rag doll. Then he touched a stud on his belt and a shimmering door opened in mid air. They stepped through it and disappeared.
