by Juno Wells
No, make that all excited. I feel definite tingles all over. Because I think this just might happen.
Brenaxx is not appalled and he doesn't recoil. He turns towards me and places one large hand at the side of my face. It feels good and I lean into it to show him that I like it. One of my hands goes to his massive shoulder. His skin feels just like regular skin, smooth and warm. He adjusts his position so that he's sitting closer, then puts his hands around me and lifts me onto his lap.
“Yeah, okay. That's actually much better.” When I'm sitting here, our faces are at the same level. He gently takes my head in his hands and pulls me in, keeping eye contact to make sure that I'm fine with it.
Um, yeah. I could look into those sparkling eyes forever. They're not very human, but the light they convey so much more than I thought eyes ever could. It's like I can see his arousal and his ... is it wonder? Something like that.
He's pretty wonderful, too. He brushes his lips across mine, as if he wants to check if that's something that Earthlings do, too. I place a hand behind his head to pull him closer and to show him that I know a thing or two about kissing, as well.
His lips are firm and feel great on mine. Yeah, he's got this. I let him take charge while I can just enjoy.
And it's totally enjoyable. He's an expert kisser, licking my lips gently and making me feel attractive before he tries to penetrate with his tongue. He smells great, and the combination of his scent and his kisses sends tingles all the way down, and then I think of how good a lover he probably is, and I can't hold back a moan of anticipation.
I can't help it anymore – I have to see and feel that alien manhood of his. Because if that glimpse I got earlier is any indication, this could get really great.
He's only wearing that kilt thing, and I place my hand right where I think- ah. Yes, that's it. That's what I thought. He's just as turned on as I am, and my hand can hardly hold around that tent he's pitching.
He explores my mouth with his own, gently and expertly. It's like no kiss I've ever had before. This guy is no beginner. In fact, it feels so good I get suspicious. I have to get a better look at that tongue later, because it almost feels as if he has two of them. Or three.
Brenaxx reaches behind me and tries to unsnap my bra. But I guess its design is pretty alien to him, because he soon grunts in frustration and just lift one of breasts out of its cup to caress it. I get the hint and quickly discard the bra.
He looks at me as he cups both my breasts, and I can see that he likes them.
“Beautiful Dakota,” he says, and his voice sounds hoarse.
I stick my hand under his kilt and wrap it around his cock. Then my jaw drops. That's not any ordinary cock he's got there.
I lift the kilt, and the one hand not holding on to his hardness goes to my mouth in delighted surprise. This is a spectacular alien.
The first inch looks normal, like most of the guys I've been with. That he is much larger than any of them doesn't surprise me at all. What does surprise me is the next inch. And the next. It's like his cock has balls. Well, of course, I'm sure there are the usual two hidden under it. But what I mean is that his cock has the shape of a stack of round balls, thicker and thicker balls on a string.
“My stars,” I moan. “I've seen sex toys just like this!”
And I totally have. What this will feel like inside me I don't know. But I'm sure it will feel different.
I'm totally turned on and I can smell my own arousal in the air. I stand up enough to kick my panties off, and then I sit down again and take his cock in both my hands. It's rock hard and silky smooth and it strains skywards along his abdomen with its classic eight pack shape.
Now that I'm naked, I can raise myself up and sit down on his spear, and he places his strong hands under my butt to let me know that he'll take up some of the weight.
The first inch goes in like usual, then reaches my tightest passage and pauses. I can hear enough squelching sounds to know that I'm more than wet enough for this, and I slide further down on him, looking into his hypnotic eyes. He supports my weight perfectly with his hands, and that in itself is pretty sensational.
I can feel the 'pop' as the head of his manhood slides past my tightest spot, and then the spectacle really begins. His cock slides slowly into me, and it is so wonderfully alien I can hardly believe it. My opening widens and contracts with each passing 'ball', and it provides a fireworks of sensations that I can't remember ever having dreamt was possible. My pussy has to stretch a little, and there's a slight burning, but that just adds to the feeling of having him inside me. I like having him inside me. I really like it.
His cock passes into me and I can't really imagine what it would be like when he starts fucking me.
He lifts me up with his hands, slowly, and each part of my womanly center is touched and caressed and given attention and stimulated by that unusual cock. He passes almost out of me, and I draw breath to protest, but then he lowers me again, faster.
Ah. Now he stimulates all of me. As in, all. Of. Me. Every spot inside me sends happy signals of sex to the rest of my body, and all my attention is just focused on my pussy and in it and around it.
His manhood stretches me and massages me from the inside, igniting nerve endings I never knew I had and setting my whole sex on fire. A really, really intense fire. And he isn't even fucking me yet.
He lowers me all the way down and then lifts me, faster, and lets me down again. I hold both my arms around his neck and push myself to him, because my center is perfectly taken care of, but my clit-
Ah. There it is.
Something is definitely massaging my clit now. Something very soft and gentle, so that I didn't notice right away. But now that I've noticed, it takes most of my willpower to not just come right here and now.
No, actually. That would take more willpower than I have. I'm already going over. Inside a huge gursh that he has tamed to the point where we can make love in its mouth. He's totally crazy.
I can hear my own moans and groans and little whimpers as the waves of pleasure crash over me with a force I can't remember having felt before. My sex fills my being, and now Brenaxx is fucking me fast and furiously, lifting and lowering me in a perfect rhythm so that it feels like the climax will never end, like I can ride it out forever. My body feels like it's melting, and his wondrous cock wrings from me all the pleasure I can handle. Probably more than that, too.
Brenaxx grunts into my ear, and his fucking becomes erratic as he reaches his own climax and sprays some probably very alien juices into my center.
He lets me down gently, slowing the rhythm so that I don't miss the aftershocks that make me shake.
I cling to him with limp arms, and he he holds me securely behind my back.
This is the most primitive and primal thing I've ever done. Sex with an alien pirate who has abducted me. On an alien planet. Inside an alien monster. And nothing has ever felt so good.
I feel Brenaxx' hot chest against my soft breasts and I want to drown into him. He's still inside me, and I think my pussy is still twitching around that sex toy that he has for a cock. With its own clit stimulator, even.
“You're crazy,” I moan.
“Dakota crazy, too,” he growls in my ear.
I suddenly feel very sleepy and stifle a yawn with my hand. “Think so? Then I guess we're a good match.”
10
- Brenaxx -
She falls asleep sitting on my lap with me still inside her. I enjoy it, so I let her sit there for a few minutes before I put her gently back onto the ground. Or rather, the bottom of the gursh's giant mouth.
Stopping the gursh was easy enough. I have no idea how many people died over the centuries while finding out how to do it, but the trick is rotation. Fast, obvious rotation. They don't understand it and it paralyzes them until they stop. And then it takes them a good while to get going again.
Most creatures here on Gyr are deadly. But they're also stupid. I left my swords in the sand in front o
f it. The gursh will think they're an insurmountable obstacle and won't try to start up again until they're gone.
It doesn't always work. I've seen gursh totally ignore even very obvious rotations and eating the instigator. I'm glad it did work. If it hadn't, I don't think Dakota would have survived the rays from the dim, deadly star that we just call Rem – 'death' in our language. She looks soft and vulnerable, and she has no reflexive patterns on her smooth skin.
The experience was profound. Females were never more than distractions to me, toys and trinkets that could provide enjoyment for a few hours, but would then bore me. This one is so different it worries me. I enjoy taking care of her. It gives me satisfaction to keep her safe. I have even considered asking about her opinion of our future actions. She doesn't bore me. At all. I enjoy her presence. And I greatly enjoyed what we just did here.
She's mine, of course. But one thing is owning a female physically. It's something else to own the inner woman, the individual, the soul. I've never wanted to own the soul of any woman. But I want to own the soul of Dakota.
I stand up and pull the gursh's mouth partly shut. Rem is no danger to Dakota now, but it would be unfortunate if there were a sandstorm and the gursh's mouth were filled with flying dust. The gursh would survive. No one has ever seen a dead gursh. But Dakota and I would succumb.
I sit down and lift her gently so that her beautiful head is in my lap. It's a tender thing I've never done to any other female, though many of them have done it with me.
Such a beautiful alien. So soft, so vulnerable, so worthy of my protection.
I guess we're a good match.
Yes, it does seem that way.
If she survives.
11
- Dakota -
I stretch and yawn and it takes me a good couple of seconds to realize where I am.
On an alien planet. Inside a monster. With a lethal pirate beside me.
And I'm naked. Of course.
Weird how fast things can feel like the new normal. Yawn, just waking up inside a giant space snake on a desert planet with a black hole in the sky.
I lazily look out the gursh's mouth. Looks like a sunny day- “Shit!”
I bounce to my feet in a sudden panic. It looks like the monster has closed its mouth, with us inside it!
I run over to the – uh, lips, I guess – and then I notice that the mouth is still open at the bottom. It hasn't closed all the way.
“We can still get out, right?”
Brenaxx seems amused, but he has the common courtesy to not laugh in my face. “Dakota safe. Can get out when want out.” He gets to his feet and saunters over, then casually grasps the upper lip of the gursh's mouth and pulls it up like a garage door.
“That's convenient,” I say weakly and shade my eyes. Yep, it's sunny outside. But I'm afraid to go out this naked. “Is the black hole there still?”
“Deadly star Rem not in sky in daytime. The night is time for Rem.”
I take that as 'no'. “Is it safe to go outside? I mean, a girl has needs ...”
I hope he understands what I mean. Making love and getting a good night's sleep inside a gursh is one thing. But peeing down its throat would be stretching its hospitality a little further than I'd like. I mean, if anything would wake it up, you'd think that was it.
Brenaxx steps out and looks around. “Is safe. If tyg land on skin, Dakota stand still until tyg fly away. Then yell 'tyg' to Brenaxx for killing. Dakota not touch rocks.”
I step outside, kind of enjoying the sunshine and being naked for him and pretty much feeling his gaze on my ass. “Why not?”
“Rocks in desert not real rocks,” he says enigmatically and turns his back to give me some privacy.
I don't see any rocks, but I do wonder what I'll do for liquid out here. Dehydration is a major danger in any desert, and with three suns in the sky, the danger probably doesn't exactly diminish.
I don't see any tygs either, so we go inside and I get back into my underwear. I don't want to be a burden, but I also don't want to have to keep my worries to myself. And I'm sure Brenaxx needs water, too. He's not a robot.
I freeze. Can I be sure about that? He's almost too perfect to be real.
Yes. I can be sure. Any robot that could make love like he did last night would be sold in their millions all over the galaxy. Every women would have one under their beds. But Brenaxx is the only one I've seen. So he's not a robot.
“So it's going to be a sunny day,” I begin airily. “Really hot, probably. And-”
“Yes,” Brenaxx agrees as if he reads my mind. “Dakota requires liquids for hydration.” He pokes a finger into the side of the gursh's mouth and withdraws it. It's dripping with something.
He brings it to my nose and I take a whiff.
“Strawberries?”
He shrugs and I poke my own finger into the gursh's flesh, trying not to think of what I'm really doing. If this thing has strawberry juice for blood, I'm going to have to consider the possibility that this is all a dream. And Brenaxx not being real would break my heart.
My finger comes back coated in clear liquid, and I sniff it. Yep, that's strawberry juice or a very close alien copy.
“Brenaxx,” I say. “Are you a dream? No, never mind. I mean, can I drink this? Will it kill me?”
To reply he puts his own finger into his mouth and sucks on it. “Delicious. Healthy.”
I look at my finger skeptically. “Is this its blood?”
Brenaxx shrugs. “Little is known about gursh. Fluid it gives is sweet and has energy for whole day.”
I guess that's what I have to work with. Of course, what is a nice refreshment for Brenaxx could be deadly for me. He's not quite human, something he demonstrated to my satisfaction last night. To my complete satisfaction.
But if I don't drink something, I'm dead anyway. There's not much nutrigel left in my helmet, and it's not really meant to hydrate.
I stick my finger into my mouth and suck on it. “That's pretty good. Sweet and tart. Fresh.”
“Delicious,” Brenaxx repeats and pokes his finger further into the monster's flesh. The clear liquid trickles out and he puts his mouth to it and slurps.
Fine. Embrace the suck. I do the same and poke my finger as far into the gursh's soft flesh as it will go, then lap up the juice that comes out. Almost right away I feel stronger and healthier and more energetic. That juice must contain more than just sugar. That's fine. Space marines are sometimes issued with mild drugs to make the fighting easier and better.
But I won't drink my fill here. Almost everything is a poison if you get too much of it. And that's just on Earth. I don't even want to imagine all the weird stuff that could be contained in the blood of a desert monster.
I wipe my mouth on my forearm and remember something. “Let me look at that foot of yours.”
He pulls his boot off without any protest. I get my med pack from the suit and let the various nanogels do their thing to the pretty large gash I gouged in Brenaxx' foot back at the battle. I feel both guilty and happy about it.
“Move your toes?”
It has been bleeding quite a lot, but no tendon has been cut, as far as I can tell, and his toes wiggle fine. His five toes, I make sure to count. He is an alien, after all.
As I sit there with his large foot in my hand I feel a sudden tenderness for him. This had to hurt, and still he marched through the desert with me in tow for hours yesterday. Not a peep about this injury that I gave him. He hasn't shown any weakness. Except this. Even he can be injured. And I like that he lets me care for him like this. It makes this whole deal a little more balanced. As if he needs me, too.
I glance up at his face and he gives me a little smile. Stars, he's perfect. But he isn't invulnerable. And that just makes him complete.
I sigh. Great. Now I'm falling for the guy who abducted me.
And judging from the thoughts I'm having, I'm falling pretty damn hard.
I place some nanogauze on the clean cut and h
e puts his boot back on. “Time to go,” he says. “Must walk far today. Desert is dangerous.”
I want to reward him for being this great. I place my hand on his chest and look admiringly up at him, making my eyes big. “But Brenaxx more dangerous than desert.”
Yeah, no male could resist that. He'll want to keep protecting me for sure now.
He just takes my hand and squeezes it. “Brenaxx and Dakota. Very dangerous together.”
Shit, he turned my compliment right around and now he's flattering me and making me all giddy.
And I, Dakota 'Killer' Bell from 1011th Reco, Special Division, look down and blush in happiness. Because maybe, just maybe, the alien pirate thinks I'm cool.
12
- Brenaxx -
Dakota's touch on my skin is cool and effective, and I really like that she wants to give me medical care. I enjoy the movement of her fingers, so quick and precise. The wound where she stabbed my foot is probably not critical, but it has been hurting for a good while now.
She used interesting means to heal, too. I've never seen anything like those fluids and gels that she uses. And my foot does feel much better. The ache and sting are gone.
Which is probably a good thing. We'll be walking far today. I was able to take some star readings last night, and we're not all that far from a place I know. I'd rather avoid trying to tame another gursh. There are many things on the planet that can kill me, and gursh are at the top of the list. It's a very long list.
Dakota is freer around me now. She no longer keeps a respectful distance, like she was always expecting me to cut her in half. She probably realizes that I'm not going to harm her.
I clutch my hands into fists. The very thought of any harm coming to her sends an unpleasant shiver down my spine and ignites a spark of anger in me. I honestly don't know what it is with her that gets under my skin so much. And now that we've shared the ultimate embrace, her presence looms even larger in my mind.
One thought is circling my consciousness, but I'm not allowing myself to think it fully. It would be too much to expect, the disappointment too great when it's proven incorrect.
