by Jade Allen
“I love you, too,” Umi said, and his voice was rough with desire. Caden spread her legs wide, and her hand moved to pass over her vulva automatically, relishing how sensitive she was now that each of her nerve endings and circuits were buzzing with activity. Her lips were already slick with her juices, and her hips were moving slowly, almost imperceptibly, against the weight of her hand. Her other hand was pulling on her nipple, twisting the nub until it puckered and grew erect.
Umi lowered his mouth to her breast as he pressed the head of his member on her hot, wet opening. He sucked her nipple between his lips, teasing it with his teeth until Caden cried out in pleasure, pressing her hips upward in an attempt to pull him inside. He left her nipple and kissed the soft skin of her neck, raising his eyes to meet her gaze before he slowly pushed himself into Caden’s wet pussy.
It was like a door opening inside her--- she could feel the force of his love, his passion, his unbelievable need to stay inside her as long as he possibly could, and the desire to make it last forever. Every inch of her velvety walls were being massaged by Umi’s steely member, and she wrapped her legs around his strong hips, gasping as he pulsed deep inside her soaking pussy. She gazed at his gorgeous features as he slowly drew his cock out and rushed back inside, marveling at the exquisiteness of his expression, even in the throes of passion. His eyes were glowing softly, moving across her features and lowering to take in the bounce of her perky breasts as he thrust between her legs. His strokes intensified, and Caden felt the first stirrings of euphoria start to build in her core. She wanted to stay like this, being pounded by his beautiful, powerful body until she couldn’t move or speak from the mind-blowing pleasure.
“Umi,” she moaned deliriously as his cock moved faster more forcefully inside her. Every stroke brought another streak of incredible pleasure ripping through her body, and she tried to focus on meeting his passionate strokes with the motion of her hungry hips. He kissed her lips roughly, burying himself as deep inside her as his body would allow. Caden shrieked in pleasure, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders as he thrust against her hips frantically. Her body was starting to tighten around him, and his moans were growing higher and more frenzied. One of his hands fisted in her silky red hair, and Caden looked down at his lean body as he propelled himself between her slick walls, pounding against her g-spot so hard that the air was sapped from her lungs. His mouth opened, and a low moan poured over her body like molasses, triggering an orgasm so violent she felt her nails rake down Umi’s muscular back before she could stop herself.
“Caden!” Her name left Umi’s lips as a passionate cry, and she felt her walls clench around his thickness as his cock twitched and spasmed, emptying inside her. He kept thrusting against her, and his weight rubbed against her swollen clit, provoking another slow wave of ecstasy that tightened the muscles in her thighs and inner core. She bucked against him weakly as he kissed her again, and he moaned with satisfaction. Then he pulled back and slid off of her, and, to her dismay, found his kilt to dress again.
It seemed wrong to jump back into action after having such an incredible first time together, but Caden realized she still hadn’t been debriefed. She pulled the white sheet around her, watching Umi’s muscled ass disappear behind his green garment. Something had changed between them; they were both smiling and meeting each other’s eye far more easily than before. It’s the bond, she thought suddenly. It didn’t seem like that profound a change, but it was there—in the he looked at her, the way she wanted to be constantly touching him, and the jab of pain in her heart when she thought about when she might need to leave him again. This is love, she thought, and it surprised her; Caden had assumed love would be a weakness. A sort of Kryptonite, she liked to think. But it had enabled her to take down a monster she never thought she could take down while clear-headed. Love had done that, and it made her happier than she’d ever been; who needed to be fearless when love could teach you to use it as a weapon?
“What’s next?” Caden mused aloud.
“Well, now that you’re awake, we need to go meet with the High Council.” He smiled when she didn’t react, and Caden blushed. “I take it you overheard us speaking. Lia will be there, and she’ll explain it better than I can.”
“Is something wrong?” Caden felt fear trickle into her bloodstream, remembering that she was millions of miles from homes. “What am I here to do?”
Umi looked embarrassed. “Well, you’re here to protect me while I help my planet try to stop its impending doom.” He laughed. “You look surprised now. I’m just kidding. Kind of.”
“Umi, be serious!” Caden stood, and was satisfied to see that he was very distracted by her naked body. “Eyes up here.”
His light brown skin took on a bluish tint, and Caden realized he was blushing. “Sorry. I’m trying to think of an easy way to explain it before you have to get dressed to meet them.” He paused, and his eyes closed again as he accessed his memory banks. They opened again a moment later, and he smiled excitedly.
“Superman’s planet was destroyed by natural forces? It imploded because of internal forces, and he never knew his home planet because of it.”
Caden nodded slowly. “This isn’t making me feel better, Umi.”
“It’s not like this yet,” Umi said. “There’s at least a handful of ways to stop it. One of those ways involves going down into the crust of our planet where only machines can go, in order to destabilize a pocket of energy that is threatening life.” He hesitated. “But the machines get too hot for us to pilot, and remotes stop working at a certain distance.” He gazed at her, apparently unwilling to go on.
Caden frowned, wondering what it was that he wasn’t saying. Then the answer came a moment later. “You need us to go down for you,” she said slowly. “You need cyborgs to pilot the machines.”
Umi nodded. “But I won’t make you, or anyone else, do anything you don’t want to. I won’t make anyone do anything until they’re informed.”
“I’ll help,” Caden said quietly.
“What?” Umi’s voice was laden with panic. “Caden, it’s dangerous. We don’t even know how dangerous. A cyborg has never done this, not on this planet.”
Caden smiled impishly at Umi. “You mean I get boldly go where no cyborg has gone before?”
Umi blinked his lovely blue-green eyes. “That’s not from comics.”
“Star Trek had comics, too,” Caden insisted. “That’s not the point. I want to do this.” Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she took hold of Umi’s hands as she spoke. “I’m awake now. I can do this. For the first time ever---even though I was created for a specific task—I feel like I have real purpose.” She pulled him toward her and kissed him gently, and she felt him soften against her lips. When she pulled back, he was smiling, too. “Let me do this for you,” Caden said. “Let me help. I’ll do whatever the council agrees is best in the end. What do you say?”
Umi seemed to battle with his emotions for a moment, and his eyes closed again. When the opened, they were clear and decisive. He smiled, and Caden’s hear skipped a beat. “My hero,” he said, and leaned forward to pull her into his arms.
THE END
Taken By Two Aliens
Allie looked down at her worn tennis shoes as her right foot tapped against the spotless tile of the ship’s cafeteria. She was waiting for her best friend, Carter, to come back with her lunch so that she could dash back to her quarters and eat alone before her mission— and not have to talk to her ex-boyfriend before he came swaggering into the place. Allie knew that dating a fellow shipmate who was infamous for his emotional side was a bad idea, but she was willing to risk the fallout considering how good looking he was. It shouldn’t have been surprising to her that their break-up hadn’t gone as smoothly as she’d hoped. She even tried to spare his feelings by telling him the main reason was their incompatibility, even though the truth was that his strange emotional outbursts were more boring than anything else.
“We figh
t more than anything else,” she remembered saying to him in his apartment the month before. Allie was sitting on her couch, staring pleadingly at Bobby, who was pacing the floor. “And about pointless things—you get upset over dry cleaning, and the color blood-orange, and bicycles. I just can’t be moved by any of those things, and it’s clearly upsetting you. It’s been half a year, Bobby, and the only time we seem to like each other is during sex. ”
Bobby had thrown his hands up in exasperation, showcasing the natural flair for drama Allie had grown so weary of. “That’s because that’s all you ever want from me! Sex! You’re never interested in my knots! Or my workouts! Or my model planes!”
Allie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “I wasn’t interested in that stuff to begin with, Bobby. I told you we were going to be more…casual…from the get-go. You got a little too invested. That’s exactly what I told you not to do.”
But Bobby didn’t want to hear about what he’d promised not to do, only what he felt he deserved from Allie. Though they were incredibly physically compatible, she couldn’t find enough common ground to keep the relationship going for more than six months—and she was unashamed to say that even this was a triumph. Six months was actually rather long for Allie, who preferred to keep labels away from her partners, less they try and bind them together with it, and being in the Navy made this preference even easier. Deployment was an easy excuse to not get close to someone, and no one bought this excuse more quickly than other Navy officers—until Bobby.
Now that he was insisting they have a third heart-to-heart, Allie knew the best course of action was complete avoidance. He wouldn’t be back from his appointment for another hour—plenty of time to eat and get down to the bay in time for her own solo submarine mission. As she bounced from foot to foot, her jet black hair swung from side to side like a horse’s tail, bound with an elastic tie and still damp from her shower. Finally, Carter pushed open the door the kitchen’s back entrance and held out a brown paper bag that was bulging at the seams with goods.
“I threw in a few extra things,” he said in a low voice. “I know how hungry you chickens get.” He winked his real eye, and his glass eye twinkled under the fluorescent lights.
Allie smacked him on his beefy arm as he laughed. “I’m not a chicken! I’d just prefer not to be cried on right now. I didn’t join the Navy to have my emotions exhausted.”
“No, you joined to you have yourself physically exhausted, and possibly killed.” Carter crossed his arms over his apron and leaned back against the door, eyeing Allie’s wiry frame nonchalantly. “Have you figured out what you want to do yet, by the way? About your next go around?”
Dread started to pool at the bottom of her stomach. “No,” she admitted, and left it at that, hoping Carter wouldn’t press the issue.
But she’d spend so long dodging the subject that he wouldn’t let it slide. “It’s been two weeks. You’ve always been so decisive about everything in the past—you know what color toothbrush you want even if there’s fifty options— yet you’ve let this decision sit this long. What’s changed?”
Allie shrugged. “I guess things are just…different now.”
“Yeah, but what things?” Carter asked.
She shrugged again, but she knew the answer: she was different now. When she’d joined the Navy five years before, no task ever failed to come with a rush of exhilarating adrenaline and a host of new things to learn; what was better, this excitement bled over into other areas of her life, until she was eagerly pushing herself to experience everything to its maximum potential—and having the time of her life while doing it. No rescue or retrieval mission was too difficult, because it always brought a rich new square of experience to add to the quilt of her life. New countries meant new languages and fresher, bolder cuisines than the ones she’d sampled before. Even the people she met seemed better than the ones in her old life: kinder, wiser, more open and honest, beautifully vibrant and unique in a way she’d never noticed before. But in the last year, she started to realize she was feeling stuck. The same things that used to move her failed to keep her attention; the same foods weren’t as flavorful as they’d once been; even sex was different somehow, less meaningful, less alive. The melancholy mood had, strangely, coincided with the start of her submarine missions—what should have been an opportunity to explore a whole new world was now just a bi-monthly chore.
“I guess I just need different things,” Allie said finally. “I don’t feel fulfilled anymore. I don’t feel challenged. I don’t feel that rush of excitement, that dizzying high, that…spark.”
Carter laughed. “You sound like you’re breaking up with the Navy, Allie.”
Allie was shocked to find that it was true; it did feel like she was winding up to back away from the whole thing. Had she already decided for herself? Was this the end of her marriage to the Armed Forces?
She groaned and covered her eyes. “Carter, what’s wrong with me? I’m literally sent down to the bottom of the ocean twice a month to check on ancient ruins and potentially dangerous wreckage. It’s the coolest job in the world. Why don’t I love it? Why isn’t it blowing my mind? Why don’t I want to do this for the rest of my life?”
Carter moved away from the wall and brought her hands away from her eyes, holding them in his own as Allie took a deep, shaky breath. “Maybe you just need some leave. It’s ok to take a break if you’re not ready to…break away. Then you’ll be ready to make your choice. I know you’re not going to relax about this, but just trust that the decision will be clear when it’s time. And then come talk to me, and I’ll tell you that you’re crazy, and you’ll do it anyway. And everything will be fine.” His blue eyes shone with love, even though one was a little glassy.
Allie laughed and felt a little of her dread drain away at her best friend’s reassurance. “Thanks, Carter.” She pulled her hands away and picked her bag of food up. “I have to get going, though. I have less than an hour to get down to that sub.”
“Ah, yes, I heard you’re still scouring the seas for the treasure-strewn Spanish ship. Have fun!”
Allie blew him a kiss and trotted away. She waited until she rounded a corner to break into a run, letting the sudden sprint relieve a little of the tension in her long legs. The halls were deserted, so she made it into her room without a hitch, and it only took her ten minutes to wolf down her sandwich and the greasy curly fries Carter piled on top. Allie saved the cookies and stashed the carton of milk in the mini-fridge in her dorm, happy that her best friend knew her habits so well. Carter had been the closest thing to a sibling she’d ever had; Allie had grown up the odd girl out, and hadn’t developed close friends until college. She’d been by Carter’s side since their second year when he had the surgery to remove the mass in his ocular cavity, and talked him through his depression when the Navy insisted he take on a domestic task, and leave active service for the remainder of his time. He helped her through her first major heartbreak, and helped her stay calm when she thought a fist-fight might end her three-year Navy career. They’d both been through a lot in their five years, and he was the main reason Allie wasn’t considering walking away; without Carter and the stability that being in the Navy gave her, she didn’t have much reason to be anywhere at all.
I’ve got to try to be more positive about myself, she thought as she changed into her submarine gear and slipped on her backpack. You’re your own person, you know. She forced a smile for a shipmate who was strolling by as she started down the hall to the submarine bay, hoping that her cheeks didn’t look as stiff as they felt. Allie was used to being seen as odd and unpopular, but few people ever said she was anything but nice. This had been a concentrated effort from the eighth grade onward, but by the time she’d enlisted at the age of 21, Allie’s warm, peaceful nature was so reflexive that she had to try harder to put people off. Bobby was one of the two people on the ship who didn’t feel positively about her, and this was more than fine for Allie; drama was usually refreshing, in fact, excep
t when it was romantic. You could never make everyone happy, but she would gladly settle for 99 percent.
Her boots clunked against the floor as she finally entered the loading bay and signaled to the tech and that she was ready to depart.
Collin nodded and pushed his wire frames up the bridge of his nose. They never seemed to slip, but he always fidgeted with them anyway, and Allie guessed it was a nervous tic he could never let go of. “Hey, Corporal Hames. I’m ready to resume mission Isadora.”
“Hey, Sargent Roberts.” Collin grinned, lighting up when Allie stopped to log herself in for the mission. She wasn’t sure what she’d done to endear herself to him, but he seemed to like her, and that meant he didn’t mind if she took a little extra time to herself. “You’re all set, just follow protocol to seal the hatch before trying to start up this time.”
Allie felt heat rush to her cheeks, and chuckled weakly. “Gotcha.” The last time she’d been down to look for the sunken Spanish ship, it had been the same day she was informed that she could now select from one of three new positions in the Navy, one of which meant less ship time and more pay. Allie was so shocked at her sudden invitation for promotion that she’d bungled the whole take off, and she was delayed for an hour.
Collin seemed to notice he’d embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, I meant no offense.”
She groaned inwardly; see what happens when you’re not positive all the time? “No, Collin, it’s fine! I’ll be sure to keep my eyes open this time.”
