The Men on Mars

by Shara Lanel

  Then April stepped into my view. She was a goddess, with long legs, wide hips, a flat stomach, and breasts that I longed to weigh in my palms. They were smaller than mine, but perfectly shaped. All that olive skin. The blonde hair on her pussy was shaved into an inverted triangle, pointing the way. These two deities faced me, looking at me hungrily.

  I was the prey.

  Chapter Two

  “Where did Helena go?” Nate Rickman asked, scanning the Mars Bar for her familiar shape.

  Jujanza nuzzled his back. “You don’t need that pussy. Mine’s far superior.”

  “That may be, but I need Helena. I’m hoping she can work an extra shift.” Nate hated managing the fueling station, but sometimes life just didn’t go as planned. He dusted stray locks of his black hair from his forehead, squinting to see the far end of the dance floor amid the smoke.

  Ju sighed. “Well, if that’s all you want her for, she went off with the moon man.”

  “What?” He whipped around to face Ju, whose pale green complexion glowed briefly red as she registered his fierce expression. “What moon man?”

  “I don’t know his name, but he was with a bio-woman. Don’t know if she was from the moon, too.”

  “Dammit, doesn’t she know any better than to hang out with that type?”

  “I hear they give much pleasure.”

  “Yeah, before they eat you.”

  “I wish someone would eat me.” Ju’s eyes took on a dreamy look.

  Nate shook his head. “Not that kind of eating. The kind that involves the digestive tract.”

  The Neptunian looked blank, but then she realized what he meant. Her tri-eyes widened. “As in food?”

  “Exactly. Humans are considered a delicacy on the moon.” Nate dashed behind the counter and punched code into the computer. “Damn, it needs a password. Help, please.”

  Ju jumped to attention and typed in her password, since Nate’s only worked at the fueling station computers. From the new screen, Nate was able to track down the room number of the de Lunas. All of the moon species had the same last name, unless they were traveling incognito. Generally, they were too full of their own superiority to try to hide, thank the stars.

  “Thanks.” He kissed Ju’s cheek, feeling the light fuzz that covered her face. Then he left the bar in a hurry, dashing down the long hallway that led to the rental rooms. He realized he should’ve asked Ju for a timeframe -- how long ago had Helena left with them exactly? He’d hate to break down a door and find his employee half-eaten. He just didn’t think he could handle that.

  * * * * *

  Things had progressed nicely. The three of us had managed to situate ourselves on the anti-gravity bed. The surface was an odd combination of firmness and weightlessness. Hard to explain, but it wasn’t really without gravity. It was, however, the best night’s sleep you’d ever experience if you were a naïve Earth girl like me. I’d long since forgotten my goal of hitching a ride home. No, I was concentrating on my ride to heaven, augmented by a serious buzz that was intensifying my arousal. Clint was between my thighs, licking my clit with an abnormally long tongue. The texture was slightly rougher than an earthman’s tongue, and the length allowed him to draw out the pleasure. I’d kept my breathing unbelievably shallow in an effort to hold off my climax. I wanted this to last forever, and I loved the feeling of being on the edge, cresting, about to go over. It was better than the climax itself, and after the climax, thought, guilt, and doubt were bound to return. I wanted to hold off the emptiness as long as possible. Clint’s tongue twisted around my clit so that it seemed to be circling all of it at the same time. Then it squeezed, relaxed, shimmied, and squeezed again.

  But that sensation barely compared to the erotic experience of having a woman kiss me upside down. April squatted on the pillows above me and let her long tongue dip into my mouth, while her palms smothered my breasts. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her, a combination of rogashen and honey. Her tongue slithered along my teeth and gums, then deep into my throat, almost gagging me. For a moment I couldn’t breathe. I lingered in the sensation of powerlessness while Clint sucked my nether lips. His tongue slid along the cut to my asshole, circling, inciting unfamiliar sensations of being invaded, scary and pleasurable at the same time.

  This whole experience was scary and pleasurable at the same time. If I took the time to pull back, to observe what I was doing, I had to disapprove. Good girls didn’t do threesomes with strangers. But then, I wasn’t a good girl, was I? Exile had that effect on a person.

  Luckily, black spots on my eyelids from a disturbing lack of oxygen forced me back to the present. Excitement changed to fear, but just before I thought to struggle, April pulled her tongue from my mouth. I sucked in a deep breath. Her tongue trailed down my chest, and the next thing I knew, firm female lips circled one of my nipples. Funny how they didn’t feel much different than male lips. Softer perhaps, but that could just be my imagination. Certainly not less tentative. The steady suction shot beams of pure ecstasy through my body. I lost it then, screaming as I came, splitting apart like a shattered prism. So much feeling ... everywhere. Thousands of tiny rainbows, bathing all of my cells in pleasure.

  April murmured something against my skin, but continued to suck. Somehow she bent her lithe form until her trimmed pussy was poised over my face. I breathed in her musk and saw glistening liquid in the seam of her nether lips. I opened my mouth, waiting for her to lower her hips. I’d never before tasted a woman’s cunt, and I should probably have felt hesitant. But I didn’t. I was eager for the new experience. What would it be like having her pussy hair in my face? Would she taste the way I do when I touch myself and suck my fingers? Could I make her come as hard as Clint had just made me come, or perhaps harder, because I was a woman?

  I strained my face upward, arching my neck, and her hips lowered to meet me. At the same time, I felt something nudge my entrance. Clint’s cock. So large. I couldn’t wait to be engulfed by this moon couple, completely lost in radiant pleasure. I licked along April’s wet slit and heard her moan. The cock pushed, stretching my pussy apart. It had been a long time. This might even hurt a bit, but it would be worth it. I wrapped my hands around April’s waist, directing her closer to my mouth so I could explore her whole pussy with my tongue. Her light fur tickled my nose, and she sucked my tits with such force that they were growing sore. The second Clint pushed into me completely, I came a second time.

  * * * * *

  Nate actually managed to charm a maid into giving him access into the de Lunas’ room without having to try his hand at busting a door that probably wouldn’t bust easily. It slid open. He heard Helena’s scream and rushed around the sheer curtain so he could see the bed. Was he too late? A pile of bodies writhed on the bed. The man was easy to recognize as he thrust his hips, obviously fucking the woman on the bottom. Next, he saw the top woman’s breasts bouncing. Her head was back, and her mouth was open with pleasure. Her hands gripped the man’s shoulders, and their eyes seemed to be focused on each other. Finally, he could see the body causing their ecstasy. She was so much smaller than the moon people, with more body fat, but that’s what made her curves so luscious.

  Nate’s body reacted. The musk of sex surrounded him. The vision of sex stimulated him. For a moment he could only watch, realizing that it was Helena on the bed, being fucked hard by the moon man while she ate out the female. Oh, to be in moon man’s place, with his cock sliding in and out of Helena’s wet pussy. His cock pressed painfully against his pants, a pair of old-fashioned Earth jeans. He wanted to climb on the bed and join in the fun.

  He shook his head and took a deep breath, but that only made it worse. That’s when he realized the moon people were emitting pheromones. He moved closer to the bed, warring within himself for sanity. Get Helena, save her. No, fuck her. Lick her. Lick them, let them suck me. He’d never come this close to the pheromones before, though he’d read about them. The drugging scent was how they attracted their prey. Not tha
t Helena sounded like prey as she moaned and bucked.

  Snap out of it, man. You know what they’ll do to her, to both of you, if you don’t make a move now.

  Nate cleared his throat. “Excuse me.”

  The moon couple lifted their eyes to him and froze. The woman’s tongue lashed out, and he suddenly felt sick in the gut with the dose of pheromones she’d unleashed.

  “Could you please give me my mate back?” He knew that only by saying they were mated would they believe he had any claim on her.

  The woman was the first to remove herself, revealing Helena’s face, flushed and glistening with liquid. As if she’d just realized someone else was in the room, Helena looked over at him and gasped. “Gaa, get out of here, Nate!” She slapped her arms over her breasts as the moon man slid out of her, revealing a rather large, erect cock.

  “Honey, I’d say it’s a bit too late for modesty.”

  “What is your name, Earthman?” the male asked with a sneer.

  “Nate Terra and this is my mate. I insist that you release her now.”

  “We are not finished with her.” The woman’s lips turned to a pout and again he felt the kick in the gut from pheromones. She seemed even more beautiful than before. So did the de Luna man, which was a bit disturbing.

  “Nate, why ...?”

  “She’s my mate. Hand her over now.” His stance was meant to display strength and aggression.

  “Oh, if you insist,” the man said, scratching his chest.

  They’d moved far enough from the bed that Nate felt safer moving to Helena’s side. She sat up, looking dazed. “I can’t believe you did this.”

  He ignored her confusion, grabbed her elbow, and hefted her from the bed. “I need my clothes,” she said.

  “No, you don’t.”

  “Yes, I do. Of course I need my clothes, you fool.” She struggled against his grasp.

  “She does not act like your mate.”

  “She’s a mate in need of some discipline, and believe me, she’ll be getting it.” Sensing the de Lunas’ doubt, Nate scooped Helena into his arms and stalked toward the door. Once they were in the hallway, he grabbed a towel from the maid’s cart and draped it over Helena, who was obviously feeling the effects of being drugged. Her head lolled back, and she barely protested their departure down the very public hallway. Damn, he was going to have to com Ghenl to help at the fueling station. He couldn’t leave Helena alone until the excess pheromones left her system, or she’d wander right back to the de Lunas’ room. She looked well-pleasured, and for that he envied her. If only she had a clue how close she’d come to being a main course.

  Once she was safely ensconced on his bed, in a room much less plush than that of the moon people, Nate commed Ghenl, then Ju. He’d probably catch hell from his boss tomorrow. Zebot, a Martian, owned the fueling station as well as the hotel and the bar, and for some reason, he kept losing his work force. Could have something to do with his shrill voice that, when raised in anger, could scare off any sentient beings within a three-kilometer radius. But Nate knew that the Martian was a good man who just needed a lesson in people skills.

  Finally, Nate settled back on his hammock chair and switched on the satellite. Soon, music and mindless drama sent him into a snooze.

  * * * * *

  I woke up with a splitting headache, sore nipples, and a sore pussy. As I assessed my achy body, I realized I was no longer in the de Lunas’ room. Once I realized that, I floated back on the memory of pleasure. It was enough to make me wet again ... and hot. Steamy. In need of a cool shower. But whose room was I in? That was probably the first order of business, and where the hell were my clothes?

  Most of the room was dim except for a moving light from the satellite screen. The talking heads on the screen seemed to be arguing in a melodramatic way. I recognized it as an old Earth show, MASH. Ah, the wonders of satellite feeds. Then I heard the soft snores of the man in the hammock chair.

  Oh, yeah, my insane boss. The man had busted into the de Lunas’ room and stolen me from complete bliss. What was his deal?

  No time like the present to ask him. I slapped his thigh ... hard.

  He jerked upright. “What the fuck?”

  “Exactly. What is your misfiring chip? I was having fun! You could’ve left me a message if you needed me to cover a shift.”

  The lights brightened automatically now that human voices were present.

  “Don’t you know anything, girl? You don’t have sex with strangers.”

  “Why the hell not?”

  “Because they might eat you.”

  “They were eating me, and damn, it felt good.”

  He growled. Unbelievable that the normally intelligent man could be reduced to animal sounds at a time like this. “Human flesh is considered a delicacy among the moon people. You would have been their meal.”

  “Nuh-uh.”

  He nodded. “Yes, you would’ve. They give the victim several orgasms, then chow down.”

  “No way!” I sat down quickly on the couch. The anti-grav cushions enveloped me with a whoosh. Holy shit! I could have been dinner. That would have been bad ... very, very bad. Worse than that, that meant ... “So they’re not going to take me to Earth?” I swallowed the lump in my throat. I’d been so close, hadn’t I? Oh, I suppose not, but still, it hurt.

  Nate’s voice softened. “No, they aren’t. They weren’t ever going to. The moon people never go to Earth. They’re banned.”

  Just like I was. Banned. Exiled. Lost in space.

  I sighed. “Guess I’ll have to find another way, then.”

  “A safer way,” Nate added. But I wasn’t thinking about safety. Yeah, I didn’t want to get served up as an entrée, but after having been offered the prize, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wanted to go home, and I wanted to do it soon.

  Chapter Three

  Okay, so yeah, I was still freaked that I’d had sex with a woman, and a bio-engineered one at that. The blissed-out pleasure lived in my memories, which were almost as good as the real thing, but what I couldn’t get out of my mind was Nate watching me. He’d explained the pheromone thing and exactly what was in that drink they’d given me, so I understood why he’d looked tempted to join in, even if it meant he’d become an appetizer. But I just couldn’t get his look of desire out of my mind. I’d never really thought about him that way. A) Because he’s my boss. B) Because he’s older than me. He’s gotta be, like, thirty. But now, whenever he walked into the room, I grew weak in the knees. I felt like a heroine in one of the Earth e-books I occasionally got my hands on.

  The moon people blasted off during the night, apparently concerned that Nate might report them to the authorities. I told him not to. I’d had fun. No harm done, and the Martian authorities would probably just deport them anyway. But Nate did let the details of the incident slip to his boss. Zebot had quite a bit of power on the red planet. As proprietor of the only fueling station on the planet, a black mark from him could leave them stranded for a long time.

  I just didn’t know whether to be embarrassed when I was around Nate, or aroused. Unfortunately, I tended toward the aroused quadrant, which made it very hard for me to focus on work. The one thing I did focus on was getting home. I was going to find a way -- count on it.

  “Why does it matter so much?” Nate asked as we closed out for the night. I was counting credits as he mopped the floor.

  “Don’t you want something better than this? A future?”

  He tilted his head, letting his black bangs fall over his right eye, reminding me of a pirate, a very good-looking pirate. A five-o’clock shadow coated his jaw. I wondered what he’d look like with a beard. Or naked. Did he have black hair everywhere? And, Zeus, I needed to stop having this train of thought. I was going back to Earth. I did not need the distraction of having the hots for my boss.

  “I’m content,” Nate said. “Earth’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”

  “Why’d you leave?” This question could ope
n a can of worms, though. He might ask me the same, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to explain.

  He scowled. His biceps flexed under his rolled-up sleeves as he pushed the mop with more force than necessary. “Let’s just say, I wasn’t happy there.”

  “I was, for the most part at least. It was only at the end ...” Great, I’d lost count with the last stack of credits. Overhead the compressor rattled before continuing its oppressive hum as it pumped in more of the oxygen mix we breathed daily. Outside, an orange sky glowed faintly, and an all-terrain vehicle roared off toward one of the settlements. The settlers wore space suits to move about outside the artificial environments. Inside, LCD screens flashed with advertisements. We’d need to turn those off before we locked up. Anyone wanting fuel during the few hours we were closed could use the computers outside, but most folks waited, since it wasn’t an easy task fueling some of these vehicles. Many were several stories tall.

  “What happened at the end?” Nate dumped the bucket in the deep sink in the bathroom. The water would be recycled, as was just about everything nowadays.

  “Probably better for you not to know.”

  “Did you kill someone?”

  I nearly choked. I swallowed hard, hoping my face didn’t give me away. A little too close to home, and this was my boss. Beings had been fired for less.

  He walked right up to me and lifted my chin. “Why’d you do it?” His deep voice rumbled around me.

  “I-I told you, the moon people promised to take me home.”

  His eyes locked on mine. I couldn’t look away, and I knew my distraction hadn’t worked.

  “Why’d you kill someone?”

  Just like that, he knew the truth that I hadn’t told a living soul since I’d been exiled, and instead of firing me on the spot, he was asking me for a reason, as if he knew for sure that I had to have one.