"Don't be shy," he said, "you saved my life." He brought his hand down to hers, held it warmly against his cheek where it lay. "We are connected now, more so than before. Don't you think?"
She did. She thought that too but it all sounded so stupid. To simple. She knew it was the fear, the adrenaline, the intensity of the moment that made them feel that way, but there were things knowledge could not understand. Passion. Grace longed to kiss him, to draw him to her and slide her tongue between his plump lips, but it was not the time.
Bavo sat up, wincing, his ribs a little sore. "We have time," he told her, "now we need to get into that rock field and power down. If Daban sent those mercenaries, he's bound to send more." He stood and helped Grace to her feet. "Once we're in, we do nothing but wait for three days."
She nodded. She knew the plan. Wait three days and Bavo's crew shows up, stashing them in an unmarked ship for quick transfer back to the moon. Charges would be filed, bodyguards put in her charge, and political tensions would mount. She knew all this but what she did not know was how they would spend those three quiet days. But when he kissed her, slow and long, the chill of the airlock tingling the nape of the neck, she began to have a better idea.
Grace exited the bathroom, her body warmed from the long shower. Bavo was already there, freshly showered, lying on the bed, naked except for a pair of tight cloth briefs.
His dark blue skin looked velvety in the soft light, his chest broad and strong, like his shoulders, like his jaw. Grace shifted her weight, her bare feet betraying the rush she felt below as she gazed at him. Six-packs for abs, a scattering of hair, muscular, sculpted thighs and calves. She saw the bulge in his briefs and could not stop the smile. She couldn't even meet his eyes as she stepped into the room. "Hello, mister," she said, only then looking at his face. He's huge.
Bavo sat up, waving her over. She came to him and they kissed. Her tongue slid softly into his mouth, his met hers and pressed together. With one hand he grabbed her towel and pulled it from her still dripping body. He smiled. "You're amazing," he told her, admiring the curves of her body, the soft slopes of her breasts, the fullness of her hips. "Like a goddess or a warrior queen." He ran his fingers up the back of her thigh. "And I must have you. Again and again."
Grace did not argue. She let him pull her forward, on top of him. She pressed her breasts into him as they kissed, feeling his large hands cup the cheeks of her ass and bring her tight against his pelvis. She felt his manhood buck against her thigh, long, hard, and warm. She ground her hips into him as they kissed, bringing her hand over his bicep, digging her nails into his skin as she shuddered with need.
Bavo touched her lips then ran his fingertips over her face. Bringing his hand down, tracing the contours of her body, he found her hand. They kissed, light pettings of their tongues, their fingers intertwining as she settled herself further under him. He began to kiss her harder, his lips moving down her neck, across her shoulders, down to her breasts.
She closed her eyes, arching her back, mesmerized by the firm care and attention he gave the abundance of her breasts. Kneading them, squeezing them, bringing them to his mouth where he kissed along their slope, sucking on her nipples, giving them tiny nibbles.
Grace ran her hand down his chest, over the edges of his abs, down to the patch of hair jutting from his small briefs. He bit her nipple harder and she moaned, sliding her hand down lower, finding him hard and ready. Her open palm rubbed down the length of his hardness, long and thick, rock hard and warm. She gripped it, his hips jerked under her. She held on to him, squeezing harder.
Bavo suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around Grace's hips and flipped her over. She squealed with nervous delight, flung through the air only to be laid down gently, Bavo leaning his weight against her. His body odor was woodsy, dry mulch, rich and earthy. He kissed her again, their bodies coming together as they explored one another's mouths.
His hands ran over her thighs, she gasped as he continued up, brushing the wet swell of her labia. He rubbed her, his fingers probing her sex, moving in and out, in and out. He moved his attention to her clit, rubbing it firmly as he began kissing her lower and lower. His lips traced down her breasts and along her tummy. To her opening he moved, licking her lips and he moved his finger round and round, stimulating her, teasing sensations from her. Grace moaned again, louder this time, giving into the sensation as he licked her, stroked her.
"Bavo," she purred, "yes." He stood, leaving her breathless. She watched him undress, bringing her hand down to touch herself, her heart fluttering. He removed his briefs, exposing himself to her. His cock looked like it felt: thick and hard. She took and rolled over on the bed, placing him in her mouth as he stood.
Moving the thick, warm head of his shaft into her mouth, she ran her tongue along the bottom. She felt him pulse in her mouth. She grabbed him tighter and worked him, stroking the bottom of his cock as she sucked the tip. She gave him a series of licks, long and short, teasing the sensitive head. Grace heard him groan as she teased his cock. Yes. She wanted more.
With one hand still stroking him, she stood, placing her other hand on his broad shoulder. "I want to fuck you," she whispered, kissing his chest,
He met her eyes but said nothing. Instead of speaking, he grabbed her with both hands, lifting her off the ground. Grace was breathless, no one had ever lifted her so easily before. Before she knew it, she was on the bed, her legs spread wide as Bavo crawled between her thighs.
He held his cock, drawing the fat head over her swollen, eager lips. Oh... He teased her a moment more, currents of warmth washing over them both as their passion grew.
Grace heard his breathing become strained as he rubbed the length of his engorged shaft over her slick opening. She felt his fingertips brushing her face again and she caught one of them, sucking on his blue finger as he continued to tease her down below. Yes, yes...
He slid inside her. She could not stop the almost animalistic groan she gave when his hot girth entered her. Oh god... He took her slow at first, gently filling her with his length. He fucked her, in and out, in and out, easy and steady. Grace wrapped her legs around his waist, gripped his athletic backside and helped him to thrust into her again and again. As they continued, he began to speed up, fucking her faster and harder, faster and harder, not stopping, not pausing, burying himself inside her.
Suddenly he grabbed her arms, pinning them back over her head. She struggled briefly but lost herself in his devious smile. "Yes," she whispered, "take me. You don't have to be gentle." And he wasn't. He fucked her hard, drawing screams of pleasure from her, sweat running down her chest as he leaned into her, slamming her, drawing her deeper and deeper into ecstasy with every thrust of his hard cock.
When he finally paused, catching his breath and admiring her voluptuous form under him, she licked her lips and gave a hungry smile. My turn.
Without word, she grabbed him, pushing him over and crawled on top.
Bavo began to protest. "Where I come from, the male is always on top," he said, "It is just the way we do things."
"Well," said Grace, unswayed by his words, "where I come from, we take turns." She slid herself over his chest, leaving a wet trail as she brought her pussy over his shaft. "And right now," she gripped his cock, lifted it slightly and slid it inside of her, "it's my turn." She almost could not finish her sentence as she sat on his manhood, felt the thick, hard warmth fill her.
She saw it in his eyes. The pleasure, the need, the thrill of doing something so taboo. It was more than she could take, that quasi-innocent look in the warrior's eyes. She began to fuck him as she had never fucked in her life. Wild, free, riding him like her life depended on both of them coming.
She worked her hips side to side, watching him closely, feeding her actions off of his responses. Slowly she moved, then faster, grinding on him one moment and then moving her ample hips up and down the next, squeezing the tip of his cock with her inner muscles. Bavo laid under her, letting her work her magic
on his body. He traced her curves with his hands, loving every bit of her. "I love the way you feel," he told her, "the way you move, the way you look."
"Yes," Grace managed to say as she fucked him, "yes, you're beautifu..." she couldn't finish her sentence, a wave overtook her. Oh... She slammed herself down on him, again, again, again... it was building, she felt it moving through her, getting closer... I'm going to... closer... I'm...
She came with a fury, sitting all the way down on Bavo's cock and squeezing her legs together. She gripped his hips as she spasmed, her orgasm washing over her, screams of release as her body bucked from the power of her come. Her body tingled, warm yet shivering as she stilled her self, feeling the sensations coursing through her body.
Moments later, when she was able, she began to move again, fucking him with renewed vigor. She was so wet, so hot, so ready for anything. She pressed against his chest with one hand as she moved. "You like me on top, don't you?" she whispered, challenging him.
"Yes," he moaned, gripping her hips.
"You like to watch me come?"
"Yes," he groaned, "yes."
She fucked him harder, faster. "I want you to come for me," faster, stronger, "come on, Bavo, I want you."
Bavo's eyes grew wide as she continued. "I'm coming," he whispered, his body growing tense. In a flash, he was up, grabbing her and flipping her over once again. In one smooth motion, he pulled himself from inside her and gripped his shaft. With a few tiny strokes, he came, directing his hot gush onto her stomach. A growling purr came from his throat as he came, spurting his warm seed on to Grace as she watched him, the sight of his strong body overcome with the vulnerability of orgasm turned her on more than she could express. He's perfect. She watched as his orgasm faded, as his body relaxed. He met her eyes, blew her a kiss. He's too fucking perfect.
Chapter 6
The following three days passed in much the same manner. Making love, eating, showering together, and tracing one another's bodies with open, generous hands.
On the third morning, lying in bed, their bodies naked and glistening with just having made love, Bavo turned to her. "It's time," he said, a hint of regret in his voice, "we need to get ready. Our contacts will be here in the next hour or two."
She nodded. "Okay."
After washing together, sharing long, lingering kisses and luxuriating in each other's hands, Grace watched him dress, once again in his soldier's uniform. "Bavo," she asked timidly, "when we get back, back to the moon and everything is normal again..." she didn't want to ask, afraid of his answer.
He could tell what she was thinking. He had been thinking the same thing. "When we return you safely home, I would very much like to continue what we have started here."
Grace smiled, her body flushing with warmth. "I'd very much like that too."
A beep on the console behind them drew their attention. "It's them," he said, "we can finally get home."
"Yes," she said, coming up to him, wrapping her arms around him for one last kiss, not wanting what they shared to move on in any way, at least not for a few more precious seconds. Home.
The trip back to the Lunar Base was uneventful, Bavo's plan worked. He had called a trusted comrade who came to them with a large cargo ship. They were able to land their small scout ship in the hull of the ship, effectively hiding any trace of their coming or going.
They interviewed Grace several times in the few days trip back to the Moon, getting the timeline of events down, understanding the nature of Daban's conspiracy and the players involved. Bavo was able to give the proper authorities a plethora of inside information on Daban and his crew, the timing of their proposed attacks. With the information gathered in those sessions, counter-measures were planned and affected.
On the advice of the joint Earth-B'hauf authorities, Grace was removed from her position at the zinc factory and moved into witness protection. She agreed to the move but made one request, one request she was not flexible on. The next week, she was brought to her new home under the shroud of night, no chances were taken with her safety as the threat of civil war loomed large. Daban's cause had united a growing faction of dissatisfied B'haufs, aliens growing tired of the unseen yet ongoing threat of Grodoro invasion. They wanted action, they wanted to live in peace in their new terrestrial home, and they thought the only way to do so was to fight now, to eliminate the existential threat of impending Grodoro invasion. They wanted peace and they were prepared to fight for it.
In her new home that first night, Grace walked around, getting to know the place. She double-checked the windows, making sure they were locked, the curtains drawn. When she came downstairs, she went to the kitchen, turning off the teapot that had just boiled. Taking two cups from the shelf, she placed a tea bag in each one, pouring the steaming water slowly over them, watching the clear liquid turn brown as the leaves steeped.
"So," a voice said, startling her, "have you eaten?"
She turned, the teapot raised as a rudimentary weapon. She saw the figure in the shadows of the kitchen. Large, muscular, blue skin glowing in the wobbling light of the candles. "Not yet," she said, giving a small sigh of relief, "I was waiting for you."
Bavo stepped forward, holding out his arms as he neared her. "May I first compliment you on your choice of bodyguards," he said, taking the teapot from her, setting it on the counter. "Bavo Jeffan reporting for duty."
"Good," she said, melting into his embrace as his arms enveloped her, "it's about time."
He held her close a moment before leaning back, finding her eyes in the dim light. "I swear to you, my love, no harm will ever come to you while I am yours."
She stood on her tiptoes and planted a small kiss on the underside of his chin. "I know," she said, laying her head on the breadth of his chest, "and I've never been happier."
THE END
Galaxy's Edge
Chapter 1
The war had lasted far longer than anyone could have ever imagined and Ester had long ago grown tired of it.
As one of the best fighter pilots in the fleet, though, there was no escaping for her. She would remain in the fight until the unlikely event the war ended or until the much more likely event of her death.
In fact, Ester Rodriguez had danced with Death so many times she could picture it clearly: maneuvering her Stinger between enemy ships, red laser blasts shooting around her as she spins and dodges. Then her luck runs out. A laser pierces the engine of her fighter and it spins powerless—out of control.
Struggling, cursing, trying desperately to get herself back into combat as the enemy ship opens fire and her ship explodes, tearing her to shreds as metal collapses and glass shatters, as the vacuum of deep space ruptures her lungs and pops her eyeballs and boils her blood…
“Code Red, Code Red. Battle stations. Repeat, Code Red.”
The emergency alarm interrupted Ester’s grim train of thought. She would have been grateful for the distraction if she had time.
Code Red. No time for anything but go, go, go…
Jumping out of her bunk, she looked around. Nobody. Ester pulled on her black leather flight jacket, absently noting a large patch sewn onto the breast: five gold arrowheads signifying her status as Gold Squadron, the letters EMD patriotically announcing her affiliation with the Earth Military Defense.
Where the hell is Rocky? Her co-pilot, Rocky, was nowhere to be found. He better be ready. He better be in the hanger waiting for me and not in the laundry unit trying to fuck that little cleaning girl.
Rocky had been Ester’s co-pilot for two years and she knew he was trustworthy, fast-thinking and reliable. Rocky had only one downside in Ester’s eyes: his never-ending stream of Falgan hormones. She knew it wasn’t his fault though, it is just the way Falgans were hardwired.
The Falgan species was humanoid and had all the basic body characteristics, organs and parts: bipedal with two arms and pairs of eyes, ears, lips, etc. On average, they were taller and more muscular than humans but with dark skin the t
hickness and color of well-worn leather.
The most compelling difference between humans and their Falgan comrades was sexual in nature. Falgans had naturally huge penises and they emitted a strong pheromone that smelled of sweet, spicy cinnamon. This phenomenon not only made Falgans unnaturally sensual compared to humans but it made sexual relations a centerpiece of Falganian custom and tradition.
Fortunately—or unfortunately according to some—Falgans found humans irresistible. Male, female, both, three at a time, five, six. There was nothing Falgans would not involve themselves with when it came to pleasure.
Add in the fact that it was biologically impossible for a Falgan to impregnate an Earthling and it was no surprise that the Falgans were quite popular with Earth women. So popular that the general joke was that the fleet was kept alive and fighting with three things: food, fuel and hot Falgan sex.
Ester knew it was both cultural and biological but most of the time she just found it annoying having to constantly brush off their advances. Now, however, rushing onto the flight deck, Ester wasn’t concerned with the general state of Falganian sex habits or expertise. She just wanted to know where her co-pilot was. Where the fuck is Rocky? It’s a Red Alert!
She scanned the hanger and saw no sign of her partner. Dammit. She tucked her short black hair under her flight cap as she made her way towards her Stinger. There were nine Stingers in her squadron and as Ester neared her ship she saw all of her troop already climbing into their own sleek jet-like ships, adjusting controls, starting engines, preparing to roll out to the runway tube.
In the Stinger beside hers, Ginny glanced up from her controls, “Hey, you ready for this?”
Ester climbed into her Stinger and settled into the cockpit before she replied, “I’m ready for everything. I’m just not sure what’s up this time.”
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