Ribbed For Her Pleasure: Scifi Alien Dragon Romance (Celestial Mates)

by Miranda Martin

  "Well we can't sit here," I say at last.

  He stands up moving slow, it looks like it's hard for him. He walks a little ways into the darkness. Watching him go a moment of fear flutters in my stomach wondering if he's leaving me. What do I do if he does? He comes back just a moment later with a large stick in his hand. He spits at it and a ball of flame hits the end catching it on fire. He holds it one handed and looks at me.

  I join him and together we move deeper into the cave. It's large enough that we can walk side by side without any problems. Having something to do makes everything at least mostly less awkward. I still don't know what to say though. His longer stride keeps him half a step ahead of me, I'm sure he's holding back or he'd leave me behind.

  "I don't know your name," I say, mostly to break the oppressive silence.

  "Biast," he says.

  "Hi Biast, I'm Jenna," I say. "If you were from my home you might know me as JennaGames86."

  He holds a finger up to his lips.

  His lips, so full, surprisingly soft and utterly kissable. He bends his knees and stares ahead, jerking my attention back to our surroundings and away from my contemplation. A sound. Something is scraping along the stone. A lot of somethings?

  "What is that?" I ask and my voice echoes into the darkness, which I immediately regret.

  He give me a sharp shake of his head. The noise stops. We move forward but my heart is beating like a drum thrumming in my ears. It's so loud I'm sure anything here has to know we're coming. The walls to either side drop away and our footsteps take longer to echo back to us as we enter a larger area. The light of the torch in Biast's hand flickers and creates shadows but doesn't illuminate very far.

  The scraping sound comes again but now it's close. Biast sweeps the torch around and something moves just at the edge of the circle of light. He hisses then he shoves the light at me.

  "Take it," he hisses crouching low. "Back up."

  Something hits him and he's gone. I hear him curse and it sounds like he's rolling across the floor. A blood curdling screech echoes off the stone walls bouncing around and around. Goosebumps race down my limbs as I swing the torch wildly side to side trying to find Biast. I hear him yelling to my right.

  The light is too dim to see details but something is on him. He's wrestling with it, punching, then his tail swings around and bashes it on the side of its head. The thing flies to one side and as it does my stomach lurches.

  "You've got to be kidding me, what next, God-fricking-zilla?"

  "What are you talking about?" Biast yells scrambling to his feet. "Duck!"

  I duck without thinking and he rushes past me slamming into one of the monsters that was coming up behind me.

  "It's a dinosaur, those things from the Jurassic movies! This just gets weirder all the time."

  "It's a guster and they travel in packs, get to a wall, protect your back!" he yells, fighting one of them but as he says it another sneaks up his flank.

  I run at it, waving the torch wildly as I do and bash it on the head with the burning end. It cries out in surprise and I hope pain. I'm hit in my side and lose my footing before I can celebrate my victory. My head cracks against the floor as stars explode in my vision. Biast cries out in pain then hisses.

  The torch sputters a few feet away. I scrabble my way to it and take it up. Biast has blood running down his arm where it looks like he was bitten. Two of the huge lizards are backing off from him but they keep darting in, trying to find an opening. He turns with them and taunts as he does. One of them rushes past him heading for me. Turning on a heel he sees its target and screams a wordless hissing sound. He swings at the one charging me as I stumble backwards trying to get out of the way. I trip over something and fall on my ass.

  "Look out!" I yell.

  The one behind him sees its opportunity and is darting in. Biast leaps into the air spreading his wings. He glides with an easy grace and speed that is unbelievable. He lands between me and the monster closing with me. He punches it upside the head with a mighty swing and it stops dead in its tracks. Sways back and forth then falls to the ground. The other one, hopefully the last, darts in from the side trying to use his distraction.

  His tail swings round taking it in its side with a crushing blow. It flies a few feet to the side before landing in a pile. Biast spins on one foot. He drops to the ground next to me and grabs me into his arms. My legs are shaking, a cold sweat covers me, and my breathe comes in ragged gasps. Electricity pulses along my nerves. Looking at the monster's body, a wave of nausea grips me. I could have died! He could have died!

  "Are you hurt?" he asks.

  "I'm fine," I lie, but my voice quivers. "You're hurt."

  Blood is running down his side where he was bit. Focusing on him lets me ignore my fear.

  "It's nothing, are you sure you're fine?"

  "Yes," I smile and take a deep breath trying to slow my heart.

  As his strong arms wrap around me, enclosing me in the safety of his strength, I can't help myself. I like the way it makes me feel when he holds me. That along with the concern in his voice makes my core tight. He holds me close and I lay my head on his chest until some of his blood drips across my hand.

  "Oh!" I exclaim pulled from the moment. "You're wounded."

  7 JENNA

  "Hold this," I order him, picking back up the torch that lies sputtering on the ground.

  He takes it in his hand opposite the wound then moves until he finds a spot that it casts light with the least amount of shadows dancing across what I'm trying to see. As I lean in to examine it a massive bolt of lightning must hit somewhere because the cavern around us rumbles. Biast's arms tense, his wings open part-way, and his tail stiffens.

  "What is that," he asks, his voice soft.

  "Lightning."

  "What is- lightning?" He says the word carefully like he's never heard it before.

  "It's lightning, you know, bright flash in the sky like we saw when we woke up. It's a discharge of electricity from the sky to the earth or the opposite direction."

  He stares at me in obvious disbelief. At last he shakes his head and relaxes.

  "I've never heard of such a thing," he says.

  "You don't have lightning where you're from?"

  "No. Has it something to do with all the water? I've never seen so much water in all my life. I never conceived there could be so much in one place."

  "You're kidding," I say, leaning in to inspect the wound.

  "No, on Tajss water is scarce."

  "So strange," I say. "Well we're going to need some to clean this wound."

  The bite mark is nasty but not too deep. Probing the edges it becomes obvious that the scaling on his arms protected him from a much more severe wound. Standing up I take the torch from him and start to look around. The first thing I see is the glassy eye of one of the monsters that had been trying to eat us. My heart jumps a beat and I gasp. Biast jumps to my side, landing in a crouch with his hands up and obviously ready to fight.

  "What is it," he hisses looking for a threat.

  "Nothing," I say self-consciously. "It just startled me, sorry."

  His smile spreads across his face as he stands up straight, towering over me. He's so big and strong and so… there. He fills the space with more than just his large, muscled body. His presence fills the room, makes it safer, pulls my attention to him like a magnet. I can't not notice him, not think about him, not wonder what he looks like without so many clothes on…

  Focus!

  Shaking my head to clear it I resume listening. A drip drip drip sound echoes off the walls and it takes me a few minutes to figure out the direction it's coming from. Once I do I walk towards it, stepping around the carcasses. Biast follows along. If nothing else, I realize as I walk, I'm warm for probably the first time since that bastard cherub-dwarf brought me here. The cave this far in has a nice temperature to it. Coming close to a wall I follow it, keeping my hand on it as I walk.

  The wall is sm
ooth as is the floor which means it's probably been cut by water over many years. As I walk along I notice a few pieces of driftwood littering the floor. Moving slow in the flickering light of my torch, straining my senses for any hint of danger, I eventually find a small pool of water puddled in a crevasse of the wall. Raising the torch I can see it's dripping from the ceiling and slowly cutting into the rock wall.

  "Here," I say, motioning with the torch.

  Biast looks around and shrugs. I hadn't noticed but he has gathered wood as we walked which he now sets down and makes a pile out of. He does that thing where he spits fire and in moments we have light and more warmth.

  "Good," I say, "now let me see that wound."

  He sits down putting his back against the wall and I turn him so that the flames illuminate the bite. Dirt and bits of grime are encrusted in with the caking blood. Frowning I pat my pockets and sides trying to come up with something I can use to clean it with.

  "What do you need?" he asks.

  "Cloth," I say.

  He nods then grabs the bottom of his shirt and tears two wide strips. Taking them from him I dip one in the water which at least looks to be clean and dab at the wound. He flinches then hisses as I dig a particular nasty hunk of dirt out. Leaning close to see it better, I put one hand on his chest. He's muscled, hugely muscled, his chest is like pressing against the stone wall. My fingers slide as I move and now I'm feeling him while working. Accidentally I trace the lines of his pectorals. The familiar tightness in my core reacts, welling up and demanding attention.

  His stare bores into me. My skin burns where his gaze trails along taking me in. I wrap the wound with the extra piece of cloth and as I do he touches my arm then his fingers drift up to my shoulder, down, and along my side. The distraction is almost more than I can stand.

  Glancing at him, our eyes lock and something jumps between us like a jolt of lightning. His stunning amethyst eyes are deep pools. Numb fingers finish wrapping the wound then my hand is on his chest again. His scales are smooth and textured as I drag my fingers along them. Our gaze remains locked. His hand trails down onto my ass and my core screams it's so tight.

  Moving my hand down I lean closer, so close our lips are almost touching, but just apart. His breath crosses my face and I shiver. Need and desire grip my thoughts. His hand cups my ass, firm, yet gentle. My hand is at his waist, going lower, I'm dimly aware of what is happening but its happening to another girl, someone not me. I'm the shy girl, I don't do things like this, I wouldn't even know how to. This girl, bold, forward, her hand drifts under the waist of the cloth pants he wears.

  His massive, bulging cock is erect and waiting. When I first touch it a shudder runs up and down my spine. It's strange, different, unlike anything I've felt before. I have to know more. Part of it is hard, not hard like a normal cock. I can't tear my eyes from him to look. I'm exploring by touch only as I lose myself in his magical eyes.

  Ridges. That's what it is! Oh my god, what in the holy hell- his cock has ridges!

  Moisture soaks my panties completely as I realize what I'm touching. How would it feel? I want to know but damn it's so big. Will it fit? Will he hurt me? Are we compatible? The cherub-dwarf said he was taking me to my mate…

  Biast groans as my hand explores his cock. The underside is softer, like a normal cock but bigger, so I stroke that part and he shivers and I smile. Good. I want to please him. I want him to want me. Something closes over his eyes dimming their brilliance some then his lids drift half-closed. His hand grips my ass firmly then his other arm comes up and wraps around my shoulders.

  He pulls me close to him smashing our lips together. Both his hands are on my ass, his tongue pushes past my lips like a dominating invader, claiming what he considers his. Gripping his cock between us I stroke it slowly, using a light touch. My tongue rises to meet his. Twisting our tongues together our hands explore each other with rising need.

  He grips my ass tighter then lifts me up and pulls me closer. Spreading my legs to rest on either side of his we kiss. Our mouths move and work together. Forcing my hand down between us I grab his cock. The girth of it fills more than my hand will fully embrace. He groans into our kiss as I rotate my hips against him. He squeezes and pulls on my ass then runs his hands up my back and around to my tits.

  Gripping his cock tighter I work the softer underside, squeezing as I stroke up and down. He hisses loudly and his thumbs brush my diamond-hard nipples. His hands move down and grab the bottom of my t-shirt, pulling up. I lift my arms over my head and he tosses it to the side. I reach for his cock again while his hands return to my nipples which are begging for his attention.

  He rubs them over and over with the palms of his hands. They're stiff and strain against the fabric of my bra. As his hand comes down his fingers catch on the top of the bra and it pulls part way down freeing them to the cooler air, then lets it go. It snaps somewhat painfully against me.

  "What is this?" His voice is soft as he leans in so close, his breath passes across my flesh and I shudder.

  "It's a bra."

  He pulls it out and snaps it again,"A bra."

  "Ouch!" I cry out.

  He looks up, confused.

  "You don't know what a bra is?"

  He shakes his head. "You're so different."

  Reaching behind myself I undo the clasp and slide it off my arms letting my ample breasts hang free. His eyes widen and he smiles then he leans in and his mouth is on my nipple. His rough tongue teases it and I throw my head back, crying out my pleasure.

  I take his cock in both my hands and stroke it fast, wanting him, needing him and not caring how long anything lasts. I want all of him, to touch him everywhere, feel every inch of him. Leaving his cock I pull his shirt up so I can see his stomach. His muscles are all covered by the colorful scales I'm already familiar with. The firelight sparkles on the colors making beautiful rainbows. His tongue works my nipple faster and faster then he switches to the opposite side.

  His hand moves between us and he's rubbing my pussy through my pants. I'm sure he can feel my wetness. I grind myself against his hand loving the pressure against my pulsing clit. My heart pounds wildly in my chest. I'm close to falling over an edge already. Moving my hands across his body is an exploration in perfection. He's like carved marble, perfect, but with a hint of softness where his muscles move.

  He rises up taking me with him easily. As if I'm nothing, he lifts me into the air, his mouth staying on my breast as his free hand rubs my pussy. It feels too good. I'm gasping with pleasure, unable to take a deep breath. He spins us around, pressing me up against the wall. The cool, damp stone against my back feels good on my hot skin. He presses himself against me, crushing my arm between us. His hard cock is pushing up against me. I need him.

  His lips crush against mine. His hand presses hard against the thin cloth keeping him from penetrating me. He pushes hard, rubbing up and down against my mound, pushing and pulling my clit. Taking my hands off his cock I undo my pants and work them down as far as I can. He moves his hips and I put my legs down so that I can slide them off.

  Free of their restraint he moves in. The tip of his huge cock is at my opening. Butterflies dance in my stomach but I'm so horny it overrides the momentary fear of how compatible we might be. I need him. He pierces my outer folds, spreading me wide even before he enters. He slows, lowering me down a bit at a time. I spread my legs wide as I'm stretched beyond imagining.

  It slides in and my pussy expands. As the first rib slides in, my downward motion pauses. He holds me up effortlessly letting my body adjust. Lowering me once more it enters me and I groan. Ribbed for her pleasure indeed. There is no thought, nothing but feeling, nothing but the moment as we come together. Awareness of him sliding into me further brings only more pleasure. Drives me deeper into a world of nothing but sensation. Pulsing, deep need being filled like never before.

  His scales are under my fingers, pressing against my nipples, rough as I bounce up and down on his cock.
Too much sensation, I'm lost, falling into a whirling pool. I soar over a cliff, as I climax so hard I think I might faint. I hear him cry out his pleasure then I'm clinging to him like a rag doll, gasping for air.

  Moist air fills my lungs and sweat cools on my skin as he holds me close. I look up and our lips meet. Softly, gently, we kiss while we cuddle. Then my stomach grumbles loudly.

  "Oh," I say embarrassed.

  "Work up an appetite?"

  "You could say that."

  8 BIAST

  We dress without saying much. I follow her motions though. She's so… soft. Her anatomy is different, exotic and enticing. Our intimacy was beyond anything I've ever experienced.

  Food. She's hungry and fortunately the guster will provide an excellent meal. I don't have a weapon but I do have my side pouch since the creature who brought me here did so before I'd dropped everything after coming home. I carry a small knife which will work for preparing the guster meat. I give Jenna a smile then grab the biggest of the guster and drag it closer to the light of the fire and set to work dressing and skinning it.

  "Oh my god!" Jenna exclaims, covering her nose while moisture runs out of her eyes. "That smells horrid!"

  It takes me a minute to figure out what she's talking about then it hits me. She's never smelled a guster before and I suppose they would be quite unpleasant if I wasn't used to the odor.

  "I'm sorry."

  She shakes her head and retreats as far as she can from where I'm working while remaining in range of the firelight. Sitting down she covers her mouth and nose with a part of her shirt and stares while I work. I feel bad and wish I could do something to make it better for her. The only way is to hurry up and get done so I try to prepare the meat faster.

  "How many Zzlo does it take to skin a guster?" I ask, hoping to lighten to mood.

  She doesn't answer so I look up at her, worried. She's staring off into space as if she didn't hear me so I let the joke die. Did she not like the intimacy? She hasn't said much since. Was it not good for her? I prep some of the hide to use for preservation of the meat I'm harvesting then lay the strips out while I think. When I glance at Jenna again she has her knees pulled up to her chest and her head is down staring at the ground between her feet. She didn't like it. That has to be it.