by Rena Marks
He shrugged beneath her. “It’s necessary. We spend years in space.”
“I’ve never been out in space before,” she confided. “My trip to Hesprii was the first ever.”
“You managed remarkably well. It must have been a long trip, with several trips through wormholes and warp speeds. Sometimes that affects your equilibrium.”
“I don’t think I noticed much,” she murmured.
“Maybe you had a lot on your mind. Perhaps the excitement of visiting your cousins on another planet?”
“Mmm,” she said.
“How long will you stay?”
“I’m really not sure.” All of a sudden, her voice seemed lost and forlorn. He rubbed his hands up and down the smooth skin of her arms.
She was like a small, delicate furred retsli, cuddling against his warmth. She squirmed, burrowing into him, her delectable backside cushioning his groin.
He began to harden.
He knew the exact moment she became aware of his arousal. Her breath quickened and she held still, but her hands clutched nervously at the muscles of his thighs.
“It’s all right,” he assured her. “Just ignore it. It’ll settle down.”
But his voice caught when she squirmed into it. Boldly, he brought his hands up to cover her breasts. He did nothing else, just covered them.
“Oh, my,” she sighed.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered into her ear. “I love touching you.”
“You can touch me however you like,” she said shyly.
Though he loved their placement now, his hands roved down her body, feeling the trembling of her slender thighs as they lay across his.
“Shh,” he murmured. “Enjoy the stars.”
But temptation was too great, especially when her knees parted and her legs separated on either side of his. He wanted to explore her delicate, feminine body. He knew anatomy, of course, but there was something so different about the touch of a warm, breathing body than that shown on a hologram to study.
His hand inched up her thigh. Very, very slowly, he brought the other up to settle on her flat abdomen.
She exhaled, sinking into his touch. His fingers were so close to her treasure, he could extend them and trace the line of where her feminine hair should grow.
His hand also worked as a brace against her body to hold her still as he explored. He brought his right hand up her skirt, right up to her mons, where she squirmed. He held her still with his left hand, and felt the edge of her panties.
“Please,” she gasped.
“Please what?” he rasped.
“Please…dip inside.” Her voice sounded strangled. She needed this, and there was no way to explain the urgency of this need.
The barest tip of his fingers traced the edge of lace before sliding underneath. Her skin was soft and smooth, and so very warm.
“Yes,” she panted. “Like that, Rojan. Please.”
His name sounded so sweet on her lips. Deftly, he found her opening and slipped inside. Jo went wild, bucking against his hand. He snarled at the depth of her reaction and used his thumb to press against the clit the others had told him about.
More crazy reaction. She squirmed against him and used her hands to pop open the blouse tied over her midriff. She unclasped something and the velvety brassiere felt apart. Her lush, creamy breasts fell into her own hands, and she held the bounty up, the pink tipped nipples taunting him with their puckered hardness. What he wouldn’t do to have her splendid naked body beneath him, able to do whatever he wished.
His cock hardened against her backside as her delectable plush ass pressed into his erection. She was wet, completely prepared for him as his fingers danced, smearing her sweetness over her sensitive nether bits. His mouth clamped down on her neck, sucking fiercely, some inner part of him wanting to claim her as his, and wanting the entire world to see she was marked as his. Her sweet, musky scent wafted up to him just then, and he thought he’d explode in his pants.
Then Jo dropped her hands from her breasts, and turned away to get off his lap. She stood, her clothing hanging half off. Her eyes looked sultry as she pulled off her clothing and stood complete naked before him. With a growl, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his bed.
There was nothing like the feeling of having a naked female wrapped in your arms. Her small hands roved over his chest, parting the material to slip inside. He deposited her onto the bed and ripped his own clothes off, staring down at her naked, pink form. She had perfect teats, round and buoyant with large, hard nipples in a dusky shade of pink. Her waist was tiny, her hips rounded and perfect.
He covered her body with his. Her skin was so smooth, her body so soft compared to the hardness of his. Her scent was delicious, musky and sweet, all for him.
She cupped her own breast, offering it to him. He bent his head and swiped over the nipple with the flat of his tongue.
“Aaah,” she moaned, arching her back.
He enclosed his lips over the pink tip, suckling it into the warmth of his mouth. He sucked deeply, making her squirm and pant, shoving the other breast at him, too. He released the first one to lave attention on the second, all the time aware that her creamy thighs had spread on either side of his hips. His cock throbbed, a mind of its own, as it tried to seek her moistness. He allowed the little devil one brief skirmish with her scorching love juice, and then moved further down her body before he lost control. He traced the delicate ribs with his tongue, making her belly quiver. He traced the indentation at the middle of her belly and lowered his nose to the delicate slit between her legs. Her scent was concentrated here and made him growl in pleasure. She moistened even more, her slick juice smearing across his chest. She grabbed his horns, and held on for the ride.
She was so sweet when he plundered his tongue into her honey.
“Rojan,” she purred in that sweet, husky voice. “Oh, baby. The intensity. I had no idea!”
And then his brilliant girl was coming on his tongue, her sweet essence flooding him as she ground her pelvis onto his face as she lustily screamed her pleasure.
He licked her until she pulled herself off his face. Her entire body was quivering. He attempted to rise, but she pushed him back down with a shaky hand on his chest. “No. I want to do some exploring for just a few minutes.”
“I don’t know if I can last,” he gritted out.
“If you feel the need to let loose like I did, go right ahead.” She gave him a sultry smile, like the experienced human female she was. “There are no rules, baby. And we have all night.”
She blew hot, sweet breath across his cock, and then he felt a tentative lick across the tip. Her tongue was so warm and wet. He grasped the sheets within his fists for the sweet torture.
“It’s so good,” she moaned, and then her entire mouth took the swollen head of his cock in.
Great Gods of Freijia. This woman owned him right now. He’d die for her.
She was sucking on his cock like it was child’s candy, back and forth. In one smooth move, he rolled her over so she was on her back. He carefully put her legs up over his shoulders.
“I can’t wait anymore. I have to make you mine,” he said.
Her eyes widened and he plunged in.
“Ooh,” she squeaked.
Together, they groaned at the tight, slick passage. He was nestled inside her, balls deep, and her muscles were tensed along his cock, gripping like she’d never let him go.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “I need—I need to come again.”
“Oh, you will,” he assured her. If it killed him, he’d wait until she came again. Slowly he pulled out and then slid back in. It was sweet torture.
Her gasps of pleasure spurred him on. In and out, he created a rhythm. He stared into her eyes, watching the wonder that spread as her cunt tightened around his cock.
She was getting close to coming again. Her flesh swelled even further and he groaned at the exquisite sensation. “Harder. Faster. Something,”
she begged.
He amped it up, pounding into her body in short, quick thrusts. She squealed and came, her body squeezing his in the rhythmic clenches of her orgasm. He shouted out and lost control, his orgasm blasting into his body at nearly the same time. Seed shot from his cock, losing itself in the warm flesh of her.
He sank into her, careful to balance the weight of his body on his forearms as he dropped his head into the side of her neck.
“Wow. So wow.”
“Jo,” he said, tenderly kissing her jaw. “I love you.”
It did not matter that she didn’t say it back. She was still in shock from the exquisite lovemaking he’d given her.
Chapter Twelve
Rojan:
One glorious day was all the time he had with the love of his life before work impeded with an urgent message from the Supreme Commander. His wife needed to be able to sneak onto her home planet, so it was time to distract the Mayor’s Council so she could do so. Early the next morning, he broke the news during breakfast.
“We have a meeting we can’t miss,” Rojan blurted out loud.
He didn’t miss the way the four females caught each other’s eyes. Or the way his males avoided the females’ eyes.
“A meeting? Did you catch those Puritans then?” Virginia’s voice was shrill.
“Not even close.” He lied smoothly. “But we have to meet with the Quakers to explain what our next plans will be. They sent a message that they have a ship nearby, so I figured it would be easier to beam you four down to the planet surface while we meet with them. I’ve heard they’re rather obnoxious men, and I don’t really want them roaming our ship with you delicate human flowers on board.”
“No, no.” Jo’s eyes were wild, and he felt bad for her. “I’ve never been beamed before, so it’s an experience I’m looking forward to try.”
“Are you sure?” Baub leaned in, as smooth as could be. “Sometimes when beaming, body parts don’t find their way back to the right place. You could find your lips on your shoulder, or an ear upon your throat…”
“What?!” Virginia shrieked.
“We’ll risk it,” Jo said firmly. “For the experience. We’re all about new experiences, aren’t we ladies?”
Her sisters appeared frozen. One had her eyes flicking back and forth toward the ceiling, one sucked a fingertip, and another tapped her finger to her temple as they thought about it.
“I’m sure nothing will go awry,” Rojan said, glaring at Baub.
“If you’re sure.” His Jo looked wobbly, like she wanted so much to believe. His hearts melted. “Yes, my love. Everything will be fine.”
He helped her up, tucking her soft hand into his arm and leading her down to the specially protected deck that housed the beaming devices. He left his men to coax along the others. Soon, all women were standing in the center of the room, where the beam would descend and break down their molecules for assimilation onto another location.
“Normally you would not be able to beam, as the planet is locked down for unauthorized beaming in or out.”
Jo nodded. “Since the babies were kidnapped.”
“Yes,” he said. “But we contacted Tristan and told him we’d beam four at exactly nine, so he’ll release the hold and sent the coordinates to your house. You’ll re-emerge safely inside your own home. Everything will be fine. We’ll be back in a few days, a week at most.”
She smiled bravely, though her pulse fluttered wildly in her pulse. He stepped close and held her close to him. He whispered in her ear. “I had a great time with you. The best. There are no words to describe it.”
He kissed her soundly. By the time he pulled away, he signaled for the other men to leave their females under the beam section while they manned the controls. Left alone, the four gloriously brave women formed a human chain by linking hands. The golden, glittery light fell upon them, and they faded away in a glorious spectrum of gold dust.
Hekek sighed. “The ship is already quiet and solemn without them.”
Rojan wanted to snarl at him to quit being a pansy, but Hekek was right. And snarling didn’t make the loneliness go away.
“Let’s contact those puny Quaker males and get this taken care of.”
* * * * *
Joy:
One minute she and her sisters were staring at the handsome Freijian warriors, and the next thing she was aware of was the temperature change. She could actually feel it rise as her consciousness emerged at the different location, as it was a bit warmer on the planet than the air conditioned ship had been.
Slowly, furniture and walls formed around them, pale images at first that hardened within a few seconds.
“Whoa,” Tris breathed. “Are we here?”
The remembrance of missing body parts seemed to dawn on them all at once. “Oh my God, count my ears,” Virginia hissed to Molli.
“Two,” Molli snapped, as she felt up and down her body.
Tris was stripping off her clothes. “Look at me,” she snarled, standing naked. “Are there any strange defects? Are my lips on my shoulder?”
Jo stared, stunned at the thought and the display of bare-naked skin. Before she could gather herself, Tris smacked her upside the head. “Look at me!”
“Ouch! No, no. No lips on your shoulder.” She averted her gaze from her sister’s nakedness. Geez, it was more than she’d ever wanted to see.
“My God, what is that?” The horror in Virginia’s voice had them all scrambling to see where she stared. Tris had a strange marking on her neck, like a spot upon which something horribly ugly would soon sprout.
“Another eye,” Joy breathed.
“A mouth,” Molli said.
“Get it off. Get it off,” Tris screeched, smacking her own neck repeatedly. The spot didn’t budge, but turned redder.
“Don’t touch it,” Virginia said. “What if it spreads? It looks raw.”
Joy didn’t want to say what they were all thinking. A vagina.
“There’s not going to be any way to hide that,” Joy whispered sadly.
“Maybe a scarf?” Molli hissed back.
“What? What is it?” the very naked Tris screamed, her hands flailing around her neck like she wanted to touch to find out, but was afraid to.
“Distract her,” Joy hissed to Virginia.
“You have very nice nipples.”
The diversion worked.
“I do, don’t I? They’re not so very pale that you can’t see them. Yet the lighter color appears delicate and demure.”
“Good size, too.” Virginia agreed. “Like warty little noses.”
“I have a precious lady-pot, too,” Tris said shyly. “Vik said so.”
“How many has he seen?” Joy asked.
“He is quite the expert,” Tris said, looking down her nose at Joy like she couldn’t believe that she was implying she might not have a pretty one.
“Probably everyone will be an expert now,” Molli said. “It’s gonna be so visible. She probably won’t be allowed in public…”
“What is it?” Tris asked, her eyes bugging out like they’d pop from her head. “Tell me now!”
Virginia sighed. “It’s your…your…”
“Your secret garden is growing upon your neck,” Joy announced, taking pity on the poor soul.
Tris gasped, her hand flying up to cover her gaping mouth.
“Are you sure?”
Molli nodded sadly. “It looks raw and red right now. But it appears it’s just sprouting. Probably by the morning, the hair will engulf it and you’ll grow the outer lips. I wonder if you’ll have the little pleasure pearl?”
Tris gasped down and looked down to where she had her legs clenched tightly together. “What will happen to this one?”
Joy scratched her head. “I’m not sure. Maybe you’ll have two?”
“That’s gonna be so sexy,” Virginia said, eyes wide. “While he plunders his manhood between your thighs, he can gently lick and suck at the one on your alabaster neck…dou
ble the pleasure! So very naughty.”
Tris was nodding. “Yes, he likes that. I think he was pretending I already had one on my neck when we were trying sex the last time. His mouth was glued there, sucking my flesh like he would suck honey through a straw.”
“Did we all do it then?” Joy asked, curious. “All the way? No third base? A home run?”
All four nodded.
“Wow,” Virginia whispered. “We’re no longer virgins. We went from virginal vaginas to slutty sisters.”
“This is amazing,” Molli said. “But I don’t really feel like a dirty bird.”
“No, but it was so wonderful,” Joy said dreamily. “He was such a tender lover! I wouldn’t mind doing it again. And again. And again.”
“My love, he called you!” Tris smacked her shoulder jealously. Her breasts jiggled.
“Do you think they’ll want to do it again?” Virginia asked. “Or do you think it was a wham-bam-thank you, ma’am?”
“Drat, I don’t know. I guess we should have asked.”
“We can ask Jannie.”
“No,” Molli said. “I’m not too impressed with her sexual advice. I felt like a novice during sex! She didn’t explain any of it correctly. I still don’t understand where the cucumber is used.”
“She’s right,” Joy said. “And I guess we’ll know if we were one-night stands if and when the bounty hunters return. If they come back, and they want more, we’ve progressed to girlfriends.”
“If they don’t.” Molli gulped. “We end up dead. They may shoot us down from space.”
Virginia wailed. “Baub’s gonna hate it when he realizes it’s me he killed!”
“We’re not dying,” Joy said firmly. “We just have to seduce them again. And again. Make them sure they can’t live without us. We’ll find a way around this. I promise.”
“And at least we’re not dying from the STD,” Tris said. “Let’s compare stories,” Tris said suddenly. “Just so we know we did it right.”
“Not if you’re naked and I have to stare at either of your vaginas,” Molli said.
“I’ll get dressed,” Tris said, bending over to reach her discarded clothing. Joy quickly averted her eyes from the long crack staring back at her.
