by Tia LaBeau
I hold out my hand, but she pushes it away. “I don’t understand.”
“I’ll put it on for you,” she says.
I have never had that done to me before.
Location: The Bed, Population: 2.5
I roll the extendable down the long thick shaft of his translucent, veiny, swollen penis, and all I can think is damn, this is really happening right now. What the fuck? How did I end up in a mobil with a Sewvian?
Once the extendable is on, I wiggle out of my pants. Then I straddle him. I’m shaking a little bit because I’m nervous. I’m also horny as hell. It has been a terribly long time since I got some. Having him is like getting a prime steak dinner after you’ve been starving. Crackers might help, but damn, the meat is great!
I’m so wet. I grab him and I’m about to slip him into me when I hear a pounding coming from somewhere.
“What was that?” I ask jumping off him.
“I don’t know,” he murmurs. He leaps off the bed. His member swings around.
I’m thinking, damn. I hang my head.
I hear the noise again, louder, more insistent this time. “Is someone knocking on your mobil?” I ask Xerxes.
“I don’t know,” he says, pulling up his pants. “I will go see.”
He walks to the door of the mobil and peers outside. “There is someone,” he whispers, swatting at the air. “Hide.”
I look around frantically, trying to find a place to stow myself. There isn’t much room in this place.
“Hurry,” he whispers harshly.
“I’m trying, damn,” I mumble.
There’s no lavatory I can hide in.
“There’s a closet over there,” he whispers and points.
I hear the knocking again. Thankfully, I see the closet he pointing at. I open it and yank out all the junk that’s inside. A suit, some tools, boots, and other odds and ends get thrown on the Mobil floor.
I get inside of the closet and close the door.
I can’t hear anything once I’m inside, other than muffled voices.
It’s stuffy inside this closet, and tight. I imagine being in here is like being inside a coffin, except I wouldn’t know because I’ve never been inside a coffin thank goodness. I try not to breathe too loudly. I think though, that my heart is pounding so loud, that somebody might be able to hear it from the outside of this closet.
When the closet door opens and I see Xerxes standing there, with no one else, I feel relieved.
I step out. “Who was that? Security?”
“Nope, a warning.”
“A warning about what?”
“There’s an object flying this way, set to collide with Clint.”
“What?”
“We’ve got to get out of the way.”
“Oh, I say. Well, does that mean you’re going to lose out on work?”
I don’t know why I’m asking this. It’s what a wife would ask, right? I don’t know.
“Yes, until the recovery is finished. If there’s anything left behind.”
“Oh,” I say. “Well, we better get moving then.”
“Yes, we better.”
“Where will we go?”
“I don’t know,” he says.
“Io?”
“Io? That’s very far away.”
“I know,” I say. “But can we go there? I’ve always wanted to. We can make it a honeymoon.”
“A what?”
“A honeymoon,” I say. “It’s when a married couple goes off on a trip to celebrate their marriage.”
“How do I know you’re just not going to run off on me if I take you there?” He asks. His black inky eyes are narrow.
“I wouldn’t do that,” I say. “I told you, you can trust me.”
I’m lying. As soon as we get to Io, I’m off. I don’t know what I was thinking shacking up with this alien miner, but I’m crazy. I can’t live a life out here in the asteroid belt, in a mobil. What would I do with myself?
“We better get going the object is headed this way,” he says.
“Did they say what it is, the thing’s that’s coming?”
“Another asteroid come home,” Xerxes says. “Buckle in,” he says. “We’ve got to move fast.”
I sit down in the crash seat, buckle up, and I think of home. I wish I could go back to my own apartment, but with life the way it was before the thing with Zeid Furmi. I feel bad that I’ve lied to Xerxes, but I can’t stay with him either.
“Can we get all the way to Io in this thing?” I ask.
“Sure, but it will take a while,” he says. “We can take a ship instead if you’d like.”
“Oh, no,” I say. “I’m a wanted murderess, fugitive, remember? I don’t think boarding a public ship would be a good idea.”
He turns to me. “I’m sorry for calling you that.”
“Hey, if it’s what you think,” I yell up to him.
“It is not. Do you think I would be willing to have sex with you if I thought you were a murderess?”
“Who knows? Everybody has their kinks.”
“Kinks?”
“Yeah, you know, weird shit that turns them on in the bed.”
“Oh,” Xerxes says. “I have no such things as kinks.”
I shrug my shoulders. It’s not my business what he does. I was only planning to have a strictly vanilla slam with the guy. I’m a bit disappointed that our moment was ruined, though, but hey, asteroids gotta fly and all that shit.
“Is it okay if I check the newsfeed?” I ask.
“Go ahead,” he says.
He must have some sort of control panel up in the front of the mobil’s cockpit because the feed pops on again. Damn! The reward for finding me is up to one hundred thousand credits now. With a bounty like that, I’ll have every credit hungry mongrel in Teros looking for me. I’d be better off hopping a ship to Protos. I’m going down anyway.
I take a deep breathe and try to clear my mind. Can I practice some sort of meditation to make myself feel better? Fuck meditation. I couldn’t meditate if my life depended on it. My stupid mind refuses to shut the fuck up, so concentrating on the breath or whatever is virtually impossible for me.
In my past, I’ve used sex as a distraction. Boy could I use it now. I wonder when this mobil goes on cruise control—when Xerxes hands will be free. To what? To touch me…to fuck me.
I fall asleep wondering about sex. That’s not a good sign, but I wake up when I feel someone tap me on the shoulder. Actually, he’s stroking my shoulder.
I open my eyes. “Xerxes, is that you? What are you doing?”
“Touching you,” he says.
“Is that so?” I murmur. I look into his beautiful onyx eyes and I’m melting. Melting into his hands. He unbuckles me, pulls me by the hands and stands me up. He leads me to the living part of the mobil. He kisses me and I’m sucked into his luscious lips. I run my hands over his translucent cheeks. There’s a purple-bluish liquid running through them, running all through him. I’ve never been with a Sewvian before, but I have to say, I’ve always found them to be attractive. And I wasn’t lying when I told him that I’ve heard that they have quite the reputation as lovers.
They have mad endurance. I’ve heard that they have six times the stamina of a human. I also know that they hardly need any sleep, so that means Xerxes can go all day and night if he wants. I’ve heard that they can have back to back orgasms too, no need to take a break to re-up.
He’s stroking me all over my body, my face, my neck, my tummy, my hips. He shoves my pants down off of my hips with his tongue in my mouth. I groan. I want him so bad, I’m soaked.
He slides down my body until his knees hit the mobil floor. He eases my pants down to my ankles, strokes my thighs with his large translucent hands. His nails are a matte purple color. I think that’s kind of hot. I put my hands over his, to feel them, not to stop them.
He hooks a finger into my underpants, but only keeps it there, sort of stroking the spot. I bite my lip because da
mn it feels good to have Xerxe’s hands on me. He places his mouth over my patch, and I’m like damn, wooey, but I don’t say anything. His lips brush against me, making me tingle down there. His mouth is warm and wet.
I rub his smooth, bald head. He pulls my panties down with his teeth. Oh my goodness, that’s so hot. Did I mention his teeth are semi-sharp, pointed like, like he has a mouth full of vampire incisors. Looks nice on him, I think. I reach my hand down and fiddle with his lips. Then I find his tongue and stroke it with a fingertip. He grabs my fingertips with his lips, nibbling, licking, sucking. I can hardly stand up anymore, my knees are buckling. He looks up at me. His eyes are tar pits sucking me in. I’m losing myself.
And just when I think things can’t get anymore intense, he buries his face in my patch, then thumbs my pussy lips apart and slips his tongue right across my clit. He licks slowly like a kitten lapping milk from a bowl. I love it. I’m almost embarrassed though, because it’s like my pussy has gone back in time, Earth’s old Niagara Falls down there, soaking wet, no longer dry and barren like Niagra Falls is today.
I moan, I can’t help myself. “Swallow me,” I murmur.
“I nibble,” he says. “Never swallow.”
His voice is steely, strong like him. He squeezes my thighs, then slides his hands up behind me and grips my ass. This pushes me further into his slick mouth. I feel something, something different. What is it? I back away. “What is that?”
“Lermi,” he says.
“What the hell is that?”
Don’t be frightened, he says, lowering his head. He runs his fingers across my clit. “It’s there to make you feel good.”
“Where does it come from?” I ask.
“My tongue,” he says.
Oh my, I think. That shit is the bomb! He has like lingual precum. Oh my damn, seriously, why didn’t anybody tell me about it. I guess being so antisocial, I miss out on pertinent information sometimes.
I poke my snatch out. He takes it into his mouth again. “You taste good,” he says.
I feel bad suddenly. My mind has wandered back home. And he’s licking intensely now, taking me away, taking my mind away.
Is this meditation? My mind is slowing the fuck down, fading away, and my my pussy is running this bitch. She’s whispering to me, saying, “Oh yeah, Cleo, let that shit ride, all over your clit.”
Okay pussy, I agree. I’ll do whatever you say.
Xerxes shoves one of his large Sewvian fingers into me. I grab his hand. “Don’t,” I say. He backs away. “No do, please do.” I guide his finger back inside me. He’s working his finger in and out and I want to touch him too. I want to feel how hard he is now, so I say, “I want to touch you back.”
He pulls me down with him onto the floor. I reach down in his lap and find his hardness. He’s so hard I can’t believe it, and he’s huge. I mean size doesn’t matter past average, but damn, I suppose it doesn’t hurt either. Okay, maybe it can hurt, but whatever.
“You can take it out, if you want to,” he says in my ear. He’s nibbling my neck as I stroke him.
I reach into his pants and pull him out. It’s so heavy that it’s anchoring the lip of his pants down by itself. I stroke him from the base all the way to the tip, squeezing tighter and tighter until he throws his head back and groans. His groan is guttural and heavy. The sound he makes, I like it.
I can’t take feeling him swollen in my hands anymore, so I whip around and straddle him. He punches into my body, filling me up with his immense hardness. I squeeze him and work up and down on top of him. I rest my face in between the crux of his mighty strong neck. His chiseled chin rests on the side of my face. I grab his chin and use it for leverage to work myself up and down and for balance.
He pulls my hair. “You feel so good,” he says. He kisses my neck, “And you taste better than a million flippiants.”
“I hope so,” I mumble, looking into his eyes.
“I love flippiants. So that means I love you many times more.”
My cheeks get hot. He can’t love me of course, I mean not yet. He doesn’t even know me. And I certainly don’t love him, but ooh, do I like him. I’m getting close to coming and I’m trying to stop myself. And then he reaches behind me, rubs his fingers, which are formed like a v, along the rims of my pussy lips, and I lose it, shaking , jerking, shivering all over him.
“Did you come?” he asks.
“Yes,” I manage to say, even though now, I’m having a hard time catching my breath.
“I thought so,” he says. He wraps his arm around my waist and juts into me harder than before. It’s like I’m riding a horse now—it’s jerky, sure of itself, or am I riding a prize bull?
Oh my, he’s getting so huge, filling me up. I can’t take it anymore. I tighten, the jolt, I’m coming again, all over him.
“I’m going to come,” he murmurs.
His brow furrows. He closes his eyes. He tilts his head back and then he jerks forward and groans.
We shudder together on floor. I wrap my arms around his neck. His warm mouth rests on my breasts. He’s the one breathing heavy now.
Score, for Cleo.
I find myself spent. He grabs a cloth, wets it and wipes me down. I find that to be infinitely romantic, and responsible. He’s cleaning up his mess. Aw, how sweet. I can’t stop smiling. I grip my face, trying to cover my cheeks because I must be blushing, I’m so happy.
“So am I to understand that you enjoyed me?” he asks finishing his task.
“Did I? That would be the understatement of the millennium.”
“Come,” he says. “Come sit in the cockpit with me.”
“I’d love to,” I say.
I’m spent. I’m sleepy actually, but if push comes to shove, I can sit in the cockpit and fall asleep. I put my stuff back on and follow him over to the passengers seat in the front of the mobil.
I stare out the window. There’s so much empty space. There are a few parked mobils out there. Markets even, a station or two. I want to stop at one of the markets or stations to get something to eat. I’m pretty hungry.
“Can we stop, get food?” I ask Xerxes. Maybe I can cook something up for us.”
“That would be nice,” Xerxes says. “I’ll stop at the next station. We also need to get you your own spacesuit just in case you need it.”
“Yeah, it’s always good to have a space suit in case of emergencies,” I say, beating myself up on the inside for not bringing one with me, but hey, I had my reasons.
“You were beautiful back there,” he says to me.
“So were you. I have to admit, though, that I feel a bit short shrifted, okay? I heard Sewvians can have sex back to back without having to re-up and you Mister only smashed once.”
“Re-up?”
“Fill up,” I say. “You know like get more swimmers in your package.”
He shrugs. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says.
“Of course you don’t. The gifted are always oblivious of their own prowess.”
I lean my head back against the seat. “If you don’t mind, can I catch a quick nap? My endurance is nowhere near yours.”
“Yes, please. Rest. Perhaps you will be ready for more later?”
I raise my eyebrow up at him. Would it be wrong for me to fuck him one more time before I ditch him. I’m going to go with probably. I don’t want to be a compete scumbag, so I’m going to have to tuck our little moment into my imaginary great fucking sex box, and keep it moving. I fall asleep not long after.
The mobil shakes hard. I wake up from my nap. “What was that?” I ask.
“Something’s wrong with the mobil,” he says.
“Something like what. Are we spinning out?”
“Yes, not enough power, and there’s nowhere to land. If I had an extra suit, we could abort and float out into space. I could call a transport.”
My stomach falls. I knew I should have gotten a spacesuit from the Cerean mall, but I got a little thrown off course
running for my life and all. Didn’t have time to make that shit happen. I have absolutely no use for the wedding dress I procured at Moon Company, so a spacesuit would have been a much better acquisition for sure. Of course, that might have meant that I wouldn’t have met Xerxes, you know without the dress being a part of the whole equation. I kind of like him. Maybe meeting him is the nicest thing that has happened to me in a long time, well besides Olivinia Evawa helping me out at the mall.
“How much time do we have left?” I ask.
“About thirty-thousand ticks.”
I close my eyes. So this is how it ends for me. Damnit! “It’s okay,” I say touching my forehead. “You get out of here with your suit on. I’ll hang out and die.”
“You can’t do that.”
“Why not? “This thing will stave off the old asphyxia for a while.”
“No, I cannot let you do it. You take my suit,” he says.
“No way, bubba,” I say. “I’m not going to let you die for me.”
He laughs.
“What the fuck is so funny? One of us is about to die, and if I have anything to do with it, it’s going to be me.”
“No,” he says.
“Isn’t this rich? We’re arguing over who gets to die.”
He rushes out of his seat in the cockpit, toward the back of the mobil where his spacesuit is slung in a corner. He snatches it up off of the floor and carries it over to me. He hands it over. I push it back. “No,” I say. “I can’t let you do that.”
“You wouldn’t be out here if it wasn’t for me,” he says.
“That’s not true, and at least you’ve given me a shot at getting away.”
“If you do not put the suit on I will tranquilize you, put it on your limp body, and send you out there to float on automatic thrust. Don’t make me do it, woman.”
“Woman? Oh no, you better not even think about tranquilizing me. And wait. You had tranquilizers aboard this mobil this whole time, and you’re just now offering me one?”
“It’s a good thing that I did not offer earlier, otherwise we couldn’t have mated.”
“We didn’t mate. We used a condom, so we had sex.”
He turns his back. “I’ll go get the tranquilizer.”
