by Juno Wells
“No,” Braxan said and popped another berry between his white teeth, making the juice run down his chin. “I'm not sure about that.”
Oh well. If she was going to survive, she probably had to eat something. She carefully bit into the berry and then felt her eyes widen as the juice filled her mouth. “That's ... sensational!”
The juice was sweet, but still tart enough to taste fresher than anything Amelia had tasted since she went into space. Or even long before that. The basic flavor seemed to subtly change from one floral note to another, each flavor both familiar and new in a way that reminded her of many different times in her life when she had tasted the same flavors, like a kaleidoscope of pleasant flashes from her childhood. “Damn, it's like a ... a rainbow in my mouth!”
Braxan smirked. “Indeed. It might not matter if it's the egg of a berry monster. It's remarkable.”
Amelia ate the whole berry and picked a few more out of Braxan's open hand. “Where did you find these, anyway?”
He pointed to an unassuming little bush they had passed, and she went over and picked more berries of her own, popping them into her mouth and savoring the taste and the juice and the texture.
The sugars in them gave her energy right away, and Amelia felt her bad mood giving way to a much better state of mind. Nothing seemed impossible to her now, and she felt good about what had happened that day. Hey, at least she was still alive! And in the company of that.
She stood by the berry bush, munching its fruit and glancing over at Braxan. He had his back to her and was playfully splashing the water with his toes, looking most of all like an overgrown boy at a beach. But no boy could have a muscular back like that or a butt that round and downright alluring. When he had first rescued her from the Pirgks, he had been naked, but she hadn't been in the right frame of mind to appreciate him fully. But now ... wow. His hard body, his easy, confident stance, his lack of self-consciousness, his strength, his courage, even his obvious alien-ness all came together in a package that was so attractive she almost felt her knees buckle just looking at him.
He half-turned, as if to check on her, and he sent her a relaxed, boyish smile when he saw that she was pretty unashamedly checking him out.
Because why the hell not? He was sensationally handsome, sexy as heck, strong as a whole tribe of bears and he seemed to handle all the terrible animals and creatures in this jungle without any problems or any fear at all. And he had saved her life too many times to count now, beating up six or seven big Pirgks in the process. He had done so much to help her. That mysterious front of his just made him even more attractive.
Did he find her attractive? She looked down herself critically. The shirt was not too clean anymore, and her jeans felt like they were ripped somewhere in the back. Yeah, she was not looking her best right now. But maybe... There was definitely a very alluring bulge in his borrowed pants. And she already knew he was packing a good size.
He was sitting down on the grass now, in the shadow of one of the trees.
She wiped the juice off her face with the back of her hand and sauntered over. Sitting down was extremely tempting. She'd had a very long day and had been on her feet for hours, just running from the pursuers.
“Room for one more?”
Braxan shifted his position and leaned back on the tree trunk, indicating that she could sit close to him. “Of course.”
She sat down on the grass beside him and leaned back luxuriously against the hard trunk. It felt great, and she knew that even if the Pirgks stormed this little oasis in the jungle, she'd hesitate to get up now.
She had Braxan's warm shoulder beside her and looked over. “How's your chest coming?”
He turned his torso towards her to show the wound to her. “I don't know. Feels the same as before.”
The nanogel had done something Amelia had never seen before: it had turned a light blue.
She got out the medpack and swabbed the wound with a sterile cloth, making sure to leave the nanogel there. It might still have some good to do. “Huh. That's weird. I've never heard of it ever looking like that. Does it sting or feel numb or something?”
He prodded the skin around the wound. “There's an ache that persists. Perhaps more of your magic is needed.”
She scratched her chin. She'd already used a good amount of nanogel, and it should have been more than enough. “I don't know. I think we'll have to wait until we're back at base to do much more about it.”
“Hm. I'm sure you'll think of something.”
She got up on her knees and felt his chest with the band of alien muscle across it. The scales were like armor that was buried just below the soft, smooth skin. “You think it would need magic to heal?”
He nodded thoughtfully. “Some things point to it. But I'm not dead yet.”
She stroked both hands along his chest, marveling at the hard smoothness and still softness of his skin. He was very alien in some ways, and in others he seemed very human. “I don't really know any magic.”
He smirked. “Except the magic that all females know.”
“Yeah? What would that be?”
He shrugged. “Women are closer to that immaterial realm than men. It's well known.”
She had no idea what he meant. She was fascinated with his body and gently touched the scaly skin on his shoulders. “Is there a lot of magic on your planet?”
He looked up at the treetops. “There is some. As there is everywhere. Indeed for me to sustain an injury like this seems like it would require some black magic.”
“Or just a gun,” Amelia pointed out and carefully felt his stomach with her fingers. There was muscle, hard but yielding. There was a little bit of hair, like any man would have there. And there were one groove of muscle on either side further down, diving down into the pants.
“Perhaps.” He reached out and stroked a strand of hair out of her face. It was a simple gesture, but it was the first time he had touched her like that and it felt great. He had a soft touch with those large, calloused and strong hands. She wanted to feel more of it. His tender touch released something in her, opened a door between them that she had longed to break down. And behind it there were some pretty wonderful things.
She looked him in his blue/yellow eyes and felt both gratitude and excitement course through her. “Thanks for helping me,” she said softly and felt his face with her hand. He had muscles there too, but no scales, just soft, firm skin.
In some small part of her mind she was vaguely aware that it was a pretty intimate touch, and she had only known this man for less than a day. But it felt totally natural to do, and he didn't seem to mind at all. Maybe the berries had some stuff in them that made her daring, or maybe it was just that she had been in constant danger for hours now and he made her feel safe. Whatever it was, she wanted to know this spectacular alien better. Much better. Now.
She held his shoulder with one hand, and with the other she felt his hard abdominal muscles with their grooves and ridges. That part of him was definitely more human, and there were no scales there, either.
Amelia had never been that enamored with gym rats, and when she liked someone, it was usually because he had a glint in his eye or a quick wit or a confident bearing. Braxan had all that, but she didn't mind that he was tall and strong and muscular, either. Not at all.
She let her hand wander slide further down until it reached the waistband of his pants. She was being scandalously forward. But whatever. They were alone, and Braxan didn't seem like he had anything against the way she touched him. If anything, his bulge looked bigger than before.
He put one big hand on her hip, and she breathed in a dry mouth. He got it.
“You're a little different from Earth men,” she said. “I wonder how different you are.”
His hand slid further back until he cupped one of her buttcheeks. “As do I. Certainly Earth women are to my liking, if you are a typical example.”
She placed her palm on his crotch and felt the hardness that was clea
rly under development there. Yep, those berries definitely contained something that made her do things that she would otherwise want to, but still hesitate to do. Maybe they were some kind of freedom berries.
Oh, to hell with it. She wanted to see more. She knew what he looked like when he wasn't aroused. And knowing that, she really wanted to see him hard. Because that manhood of his had not been completely human. She checked if he seemed okay with it, then unceremoniously opened the mechanism in his pants, and it fell open the way memory fibers always did.
She gasped, and there was no pretense in it. “Oh my stars. You're going to make some woman very happy some day. And I have some suggestions about who that woman might be.”
It was recognizable as a hard and erect cock, thick and veiny and long and smooth. But it had ridges and thicker parts and a strange knob that sent a new supply of heat to Amelia's crotch. That would be interesting.
Braxan opened her jacket, and she shrugged it off, then pulled her shirt off and opened the bra so he could take it off her. Her breasts spilled out, and now it was Braxan who drew in his breath. “Flame, you're magnificent.”
His words made her feel attractive and sexy, and she arched her back to make them stand out as well as possible. He gently reached out and cupped first one, then the other, expertly stroking the smooth skin at their sides without tickling, just causing little sparks to fly from her nipples to her clit without even touching them.
She scooted closer and brushed her lips over his firm mouth, but his lips didn't part. Of course. He had a stubborn streak, and that was fine. She liked it, too. She pressed her lips to his again and again, and then she began nibbling gently on his lower lip. That worked. His lips parted, just a little, and he placed one hand behind her head, sticking it inside her tangled hair and catching the tip of her tongue very tenderly between his lips, sucking it carefully into his mouth.
Yeah, he has done this before, Amelia thought, and a groan escaped her as he locked his mouth to hers and cupped one breast in a large, calloused hand. He nibbled and sucked at her tongue, then started slowly thrusting his own into her mouth in motions that were clearly meant to remind her of sex. She loved it and groaned again, loved that promise he was making and the intense need he was waking in her. She hadn't felt like this ... well, ever.
She had to come up for air, and she discovered that they were very closely entangled on the soft grass and that Braxan's manhood was straining skywards out of his pants. She was eager to be naked against him, and she quickly unsnapped her jeans and slid out of them, then discarded her panties.
Braxan pulled off the pants and embraced her, kissing her again in a passionate onslaught. “I need you,” he groaned as he nibbled her lower lip. “Now.”
He moved his head further down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting just hard enough to release another rain of sparks in her body. He used his tongue expertly, and Amelia started to wonder if there was something not quite human about that part of him, too. Each stroke across her sensitive nipple was like sweet torture, heating her up until she was practically grunting with need. “Oh yeah,” she heard herself say. “You're crazy...”
She fumbled around between them, trying to get hold of the hardness that was poking insistently at her stomach. Then she had it, and she felt her eyes widen. So hot, so hard, so thick ... and with those alien features that she hoped wouldn't feel too weird. But his skin was impossibly smooth, and when she took around the rod with both hands, she could feel liquid heat gathering between her thighs at the thought of having it inside her. Deep inside her.
“Feel me,” she said and took his hand, leading it down her stomach and spreading her thighs. The rest of the way his fingers needed no guidance, and she bucked as she felt one finger dip in between her lips and stroke the soft wetness there.
He chuckled softly into her ear, nibbling the lobe. “My alien woman is ready.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” Amelia moaned and adjusted her position so she was on her back on the soft grass.
Braxan scooted down her body, kissing a trail of loving pecks all the way down her stomach until he reached the fuzz over her pubic bone. She hoped he realized she hadn't had time to do much upkeep, but before she could finish the thought, she bucked again as she felt his mouth on her sensitive inner lips, lapping between them. Yes, there was definitely something non-human about his tongue, too. Definitely. And if he flicked that thing across her clit, there was every chance she'd come. She wanted that.
But not like this. “I want you inside me,” she pleaded, spreading her legs more to show how ready and willing she was. She could feel the scent of her own arousal in the air. She had to be scandalously, dripping, sopping wet, so ready she ached.
Braxan must have agreed, because he lifted her legs at the knees and spread them further apart so he could get into position between them. He lay himself down on top of her, but in such an expert way that there was no pressure on her, no uncomfortable weight. She felt completely covered and safe, and the throbbing heat at her core felt like it could explode at any moment.
Braxan nuzzled her throat, and she felt his manhood brush along her slit, going down until it was at the entrance. It felt huge, but she was ready. Totally ready.
She spread her legs further to show him and herself that it was time. He put his lips at hers once more, then began pushing inside.
Ah. Her body had to adjust to it, had to stretch and get out of the way to accommodate his size. Then there was a pop she could almost hear, and his thickest part was inside. She could feel him sliding in easily, and there was a tiny burning sensation as her tunnel had to adjust to this unprecedented cock that was taking possession of her.
She felt her mouth falling open as he bottomed out in her, gently and firmly, like she had known he would. At the same time, something rubbed against her clit and she thrashed uncontrollably at the electric spark that went through her whole pelvis. Oh yeah. That alien cock had some advantages, rubbing gently against her most sensitive spot when he was seated in her.
Then he pulled out a little bit, thrust again, and every nerve ending in her body lit up in a firework of beginning ecstasy.
Amelia forgot the jungle, the base, the Pirgks, the dragon, only concentrating on the sensations as her pelvis exploded with pleasure every time Braxan thrust into her.
She heard herself moaning uncontrollably, and then he fucked her harder, faster, making the short bursts of bliss melt together into one long sensation of just pure sex. But still there was more coming. The ridges on his cock stroked her g-spot with each stroke in or out, and it had never been stimulated like that. It was building up to something special, she knew it from the white heat that radiated out from her pussy.
He kept fucking her, fast and hard, and then she just bucked wildly, put her head back and released a groan from her throat as the buildup reached a peak, her body went over the edge and she climaxed. Her legs rose on their own and locked around Braxan's back as she arched her back to take him in deeper, harder, and she went into orbit as her whole body melted in sparkling ecstasy. She was seeing stars, she was thrashing wildly, she screamed out her pleasure, and still he kept fucking her, still he forced the orgasm from her. It was the hardest she had ever come, by far, like a whole lot of explosive orgasms heaped on top of each other and then ignited by this spectacular alien man.
It was still going when she heard his breathing change and become more urgent in her ears. Of course – he had held off his own climax until she'd had hers. The thought sent her on another orbit – this was a real man fucking her. A good man, too. He had taken great care of her in the jungle.
His thrusting became erratic and he tensed up, then grunted loudly as he pulsated inside her and she felt him release his juice in her center. She instinctively spread more and arched her back, as if the seed from a man like this was far too precious to waste.
“You ... are ... spectacular,” he groaned into her ear as he finished his own climax. She smiled
to the sky, blissfully happy as he held her close.
Then they lay in each other's arms on the soft grass.
The sleepiness was overtaking Amelia, and she shuddered briefly at the thought of Belzon Base and the dragons. Shit, that golden dragon had been terrible.
And still merciful. And mysterious. And attractive.
I will come for you.
Would he?
It had been a day full of fear and worry and both mental and physical exhaustion. But at least now she was able to end it with a pretty great experience, one that had nothing to do with fear, only gratitude and closeness and intimacy. That had to count for something. Things were getting better. The trend was up.
She felt Braxan's impossibly slow heartbeat in her ear. It hypnotized her and added to her feeling of safety. He wouldn't let anything happen to her. He could even keep dragons away, she was sure. He was the best male she had ever met, including that dragon. If it came for her, she wouldn't come with it.
“Thank you,” she slurred against his chest, but she wasn't sure what exactly she was thanking him for. And then she knew no more.
15
- Braxan -
Her head was heavy on his chest, and he held her gently, but firmly. The heat from her warmed his skin, but also his heart.
His mind was still reeling. He was six hundred years old, but still this was the most earth-shattering experience of his life. He'd had sex with many females of different alien species. But Amelia was his first pure human. And she was his Fated Mate. Any hesitation he might have had about that was gone now. She was his Mate, just as the dragon had known from the moment it saw her.
After she'd slid down the side of the crater she'd had a rip in her pants, and some of the flesh of her round behind had peeked out of it. It had been a wondrously erotic sight, more so because she seemed to be unaware of it. He'd made sure that he was walking in front of her all the way so that the tent he was pitching in his borrowed pants wasn't too obvious to her. But Flame, she was spectacularly attractive.
