by Hazel Gower
Heather raised her eyebrow and snorted.
“What? I can’t dream?” She dissolved into giggles, because if they didn’t laugh Opal knew they would break down and crack, curling into a ball and crying.
One of the walls opened up, and a bright pink man walked in confidently. They laughed harder. Heather got off the platform bed and walked up to the man. He was brilliant, human-looking except for his bright pink skin, which was hard, almost metal-plated, and shiny like scales. His fingers were long sharp claws, and he had a long tail with a hand on its end that swished when he walked.
Heather touched his rock-hard chest. “Come out now, Ethan, before I kick your arse! I will say I love the pink. How did you get it so bright? Oh I so forgive you kidnapping us. He is yummy.”
What the hell was going on? Opal thought.
Heather took a step back towards her as the man blinked, and Opal could now see his eyes were yellow. “Wow, great contact lenses.”
His tail moved back and forth, and the hand at the end opened and waved.
“Oh. My. God,” Heather squealed. “What great effects! The tail looks so real.”
Opal laughed and moved to join Heather. She loved Ethan, and she decided she would to buy him a thank you present for cheering her up. She smiled up at Mr. Pink. “Hi. I know my friend sent y...” She stopped mid-sentence as the wall opened again. This time a bright yellow man walked in. He was brighter than a daisy and had sky blue hair.
Opal took several steps towards him, drawn to his beauty. Staring up into purple eyes she sighed. Contact lenses were great. He was tall, easily over seven feet or more, and the chest she was currently looking at was to die for, big, broad, and she bet hard, even without the effects of the shiny scale plating covering his body.
Licking her lips, she groaned. “Yum, yum.” Mr. Pink was hot, but Mr. Yellow had her hand involuntarily fanning her face.
Walking the rest of the way to him, she looked up at his masculine face and moaned out. “Ethan really outdid himself with you. You look freaking awesome. Well you both do, but…” She reached up and touched his chest to see if it felt as hard as it looked. Mr. Yellow blinked and gave her a startled look, and then he smiled, showing wicked long sharp white fang-like teeth. Reaching up she touched one sharp point. “Wow, these even feel real.”
Her finger caught on the front tooth tip, and a drop of blood started to drip down into his mouth. “Ouch.”
Opal snatch her hand away, but quick as lighting his clawed hand gently pulled it back, and into his mouth. He sucked on her finger. Shivering, she clamped her legs together and tried to move her eyes from his intense stare. The bright purple orbs seemed to darken, trapping her as she stood on tip-toes leaning into him.
Heather’s voice snapped her out of the staring contest. Biting her lip so she wouldn’t laugh as Heather groaned, “Opal, you have to lick their skin. Whatever Ethan did, or used to make them this color, it doesn’t come off, and they taste like chocolate.”
Turning to watch she giggled as Heather licked Mr. Pink’s muscular chest. Opal grinned and tuned back to Mr. Yellow and pointed to his chest. She needed to check this out. “May I?”
He grinned and pulled her closer. Hesitantly at first, she leaned her head in and licked his hard muscled chest. Yum. He did taste good. Chocolate. Mmm. Her favorite. He felt odd. His hard plated skin felt as smooth as satin. She pulled back and tapped on it, wondering what Ethan had used. He chuckled as she continued to explore.
Heather laughed as Mr. Pink picked her up and started to walk to one of the panel walls. “Oh my God, Opal, you don’t think Ethan paid these guys to sleep with us?”
Staring up at the gorgeous model face, she sighed. Great, just great. Ethan thought she was so desperate to lose her virginity he’d ordered male escorts, and did them up the same as his alien shoot he had done today, knowing her fantasy of being with an alien.
Heather was now trying to get down as she yelled, “I can, we can, find our own men.”
Mr. Pink growled and held Heather with both hands.
Heather continued. “We are not that desperate to get laid. To sleep with a guy our friend hired to have sex with us, even if you are hot.”
Mr. Pink stopped and placed Heather on the ground. He then looked at Mr. Yellow, who grinned and nodded like they were making up their minds about something. Mr. Pink chuckled and stalked Heather who’d been backing away from him. He picked her up again and grinned then, walked to the panel and left, leaving Opal with Mr. Yellow. He shrugged and stared down at her.
Opal smiled at him and tried to think of a way to word things without insulting him, and him picking her up like Heather and being carted away. “Ah, yeah, what she said. I can totally find my own ma—” She screamed as he picked her up like she weighed nothing at all.
The wall panel opened up, and Opal saw Mr. Pink taking Heather down a hallway, her friend screaming profanities as Mr. Yellow took her in the opposite direction.
Opal tried to pull herself up to look around, but she just didn’t have the stomach muscles to hold herself up for long. Great, she should have kept up with her karate lessons, but once she got into UNI and got a job, there just never seemed time. All those fighting lessons were supposed to keep her safe and fit. What was the point in having a purple belt in karate and weaponry if she couldn’t hold herself up on someone’s shoulder?
From what she could tell even the motel they’d been taken to had a futuristic feel, with shiny metal-like corridors and only small colored shapes on some of the panels. Opal had no idea how Mr. Yellow knew where he was going. After turning down what looked like a complicated maze of corridors, he stopped at a panel with a yellow circle on it. The panel slid open, and he placed her gently on the floor.
Slowly turning she gasped at the sight before her. Gold, silver, and bronze, were the dominant colors in the room. The walls were silver, and the huge bed which took center stage in the room was gold, with bronze pillows and embroidery on the ends.
She gingerly walked to the bed, her fingers gently stroking one of the embroidered corners. She turned to him to tell him that she couldn’t do this only to find him a breath away. He lifted her chin, and she gazed up at lust-filled eyes.
Oh, he’s magnificent, Opal thought. She wondered what he would look like without all the yellow coloring and extra pieces.
Sighing, she gave up because she knew he was way out of her league, which brought her back to the problem at hand. She was not going to have her first time with a hooker, or escort, whatever they called themselves.
“Look, I’m so sorry. You can keep the money. I just can’t do it. I know Ethan meant well, and you look fantastic. Very yummy, especially as you are dressed like my fantasy, an alien.” He opened his mouth and started to talk, but she cut him off. “No, let me finish. I know this might sound silly to you, but the man I have sex with, the man I make love to for the first time, I want him to be the only man I ever do it with.”
Opal only just got the last word out when he pounced, lifting her into his arms and crushing his mouth on hers. His clawed hands moved down her body gently, cupping each of her breasts. Moaning, she ground into him. The black leather-like fabric of his pants felt soft against her skin. The flimsy soft material she had on did nothing to protect her from his explorations.
Oh okay, I can play around for ten minutes or so. Okay, maybe longer, she thought as his sharp teeth gave a gentle tug on her lips and sucked them in as his tongue snaked in meeting hers.
She heard fabric rip, and cool air reached body parts that should be covered. She moved her hands to cover her body, but Mr. Yellow took a step back, grinned at her, and pulled her hands away holding them in one of his. He pushed her onto the bed and followed with a grunt.
He hovered over her holding her hands above her head staring at her again. His head slowly moved down, and he brushed his lips over her check, and then his feathered kisses down her body. His fingers trailed leisurely down her body stopping to caress her
breasts, and his mouth soon joined his hands. Oh hell, she was going to do this. No more twenty-five year old virgin.
Opal stared up into purple contact lenses, telling herself this was her fantasy. How many people could say they lost their virginity to their fantasy man? Smiling at him, she reached down and ran her fingers over his plated cheeks. “You probably hear this all the time, but you’re so handsome, perfect. I wonder what you look like without all this extra bits and make-up.”
He opened his mouth to talk again, but she interrupted him before he could get a word out again. “No don’t talk. Keep up my fantasy. You can talk later, much, much later.”
His eyes again flared darker. Then he moved back up her body, and his mouth captured hers. Opal moved her fingertips down his broad back until she slid them into his pants to feel his tight, soft bottom. At least Ethan didn’t plate this perfect soft round arse.
Opal gasped as claws gently explored her vagina. Stroking fingers broke through her maidenhead, and she gave a small cry at the pain. His mouth moved from hers and moved down to her pussy. He kissed her until the pain went. She arched into him as he sucked on her clit. Shivers of bliss racked down her body, all her earlier pain forgotten. The soft palm of his hand rubbed her nub as his tongue slid into her. The growls he made only furthered the rhapsody she felt coursing through her body.
“More, oh God, I’m going to come. Oh right there.” Squealing, she arched into his mouth and came, grabbing his hair for something to hold onto as the euphoria settled over her.
Mr. Yellow moved up her body with a crazed, hunger-filled face. She felt his hands move down and remove his pants with quick, sure movements. She gulped when she felt the baseball bat between his legs. Okay maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. She tried to move away, to look down and confirm what she felt, but he cupped her face in his hands and shook his head. He kicked the pants all the way off while never letting go of her head. Opal stared at his high cheek bones, perfectly pointed nose, and his strong jaw.
“Ah, would it be bad of me to say I changed my mind? It’s just that if what I just felt is what is really down there, then I don’t think you’re going to fit, and I—”
He cut her off by placing his mouth over hers and whispering something she didn’t understand. His hands lifted her hips up, and she felt the giant penis at her opening. He kissed her lips and spoke in a language she didn’t understand, before he pushed forward. She screamed as her vagina walls stretched. She tried to move away, as he pulled out only to plunge straight back in, this time getting rid of what was left of her maidenhead. Opal screamed as pain radiated through her. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she fought and begged him to pull out.
“Please stop. You’re hurting me. You’re way too big. Please, you don’t fit.”
Opal didn’t know or understand the murmured words he said as he kissed away her tears and slowly moved into her core. She swore she could feel him touching her womb. Mr. Yellow paused, letting her get used to him.
Opal stared up at him as he hovered above her. She didn’t know what to do. Mr. Yellow was way too big and strong for her, and she’d never done this before. Sure, she’d read books, seen movies, and she knew her first time would hurt, but nothing had ever prepared her for him.
The ache was finally easing, and she started to get a strange tingling feeling through her body. Looking into his face to see the strained lines around his pursed mouth and the intense focus in his eyes, Opal knew he was waiting for her to say more. Experimenting, she wiggled her hips. The tingling sensation increased, as a deep rumble came from Mr. Yellow. Wiggling again, she sighed when she realized the pain was almost completely gone. “I think you can move now, slowly.”
His intense lust-filled gaze never left hers as he eased out the tiniest bit then moved back in. Opal’s breath caught as delicious sensations snaked up her body. This time he moved all the way ‘til she felt the tip of his penis almost come out. The tip felt odd, more like an octagon shape instead of the mushroom she had seen in films and pictures.
She forgot her train of thought when he thrust his cock back in. This time she moaned in pleasure-pain as she swore she felt the tip hit her womb. Arching her back at the sensual feeling of being so full and stretched, in the back of her mind she wondered if it was normal for him to be this wide and long.
He seemed to sense her distraction, and his hands moved up to caress her breasts. Mr. Yellow’s mouth swooped down and captured hers. Opal moved her hands down his back, around to his muscular chest. As she moved her hips to meet his he growled into her mouth, nipping at her lips. His pace started to pick up, and she wrapped her legs around him, on instinct digging her heels into his soft arse.
A fever built inside her, and every move they made only added to the fire in her body until she felt like an inferno ready to blow. Mr. Yellow’s eyes closed. His mouth left hers, and his hands started to dig into her skin, making her wince as his claws broke skin. His eyes flashed open, and his hands moved from her body to grip the bed, and she heard ripping.
His pace was relentless, and her body was in heaven. Opal could feel total bliss within her reach. ”Please. Please, I need … oh … give me…”
His roar resonated around the room, and he brought her body against his. A hand came up to her back, and the other gripped her arse. One of his hands must have moved as a finger pressed on her anus. Opal squealed, and Mr. Yellow stopped, staring at her and spoke words she didn’t understand.
“Youmnda comansanda vervvindra serendana.” He stared her straight in the eyes and repeated it again, and again. Aching to come, she was so close to heaven, to the bliss she needed. She tried to move, but he grabbed her hips stopping her and repeated his words again.
In a huff of annoyance, she groaned. “Yes. Anything. Yes. Yes. Just move.”
He grinned as his back straightened, and he knelt, pulling her up so she was almost riding him. She gulped when she saw the massive member quickly, just before he had her where he wanted her, but then his hips started pumping into her again. This time she thought he seemed to be frenzied and frantic.
Opal bounced on him as the pressure built again until she was ready to blow.
“Youmnda comansanda vervvindra serendana.” He mumbled over and over.
This time she screamed. “Yes.”
She arched into his body, and he roared again, this time the sound deafening. His head swooped down, and he bit down on her breast pumping into her hard and fast.
Opal’s inferno blew as soon as his sharp teeth sank into her skin. She screamed her release, falling against his hard chest.
He eased her down on the bed, mumbling more exotic words that she had no hope of trying to understand in her euphoric state. For a moment her eyes drifted closed, only to fly open as liquid dripped into her mouth. Instinctively she licked her lips. With a groan she tried to spit it out, but Mr. Yellow's mouth covered hers. It seemed to be filled with more of the tangy, fruity-wine tasting liquid, and she swallowed before she had a chance to react.
He rolled and maneuvered her so she lay on top of him. Comfortable, she closed her eyes at his intense stare. She thought to rest for ten, maybe fifteen minutes, before she showered and thought about everything that had happened.
Chapter Four
Danickra was a dicks-head. He looked down at the gorgeous creature sleeping on top of him. In all his many years, which in Inteli years were nothing, he had never coupled like he had just done. Opal was addictive, a drug it seemed he couldn’t get enough of. Nothing had ever felt that good. Come to think, he still felt marvelous. Every time she touched him he felt like he was the mightiest warrior, invincible. Hugging her tighter, he knew he would never give her up. Danickra didn’t even care if she couldn’t give him offspring. She was the best thing to have ever happened to him.
Sighing, he knew she wasn’t going to be happy when she was told that what had just happened was real, and he really was an alien. Not whatever this Ethan had made them up to be.
Argh, that was only the beginning of what he had to tell her. He hoped she forgave him, because he had done the mating ceremony to mate them together. Opal had agreed, but he also knew she didn’t know what she was agreeing to. Danickra should have said something once she agreed to mate with him, but he just couldn’t give her a chance to back out. Also, he was waiting for Trecno to put the finishing touches on the translation devices for the humans, so Opal and the other woman could understand them.
He winced again at the reminder of her not being able to understand him and of his binding her to him by mating her, and completing the blood bond. Pulling Opal closer, Danickra kissed her silky soft forehead.
She couldn’t leave him. He wouldn’t let her. Thanks to the blood bond he should be able to find her anywhere, he hoped. Well, it worked with Inteli women, so he hoped it was the same with Earth women, because as soon as Opal had stared into his eyes he had been a goner, and when she touched him, he knew she was his forever. Gritting his teeth, he thought of all the challenges they had ahead of them, and he prayed to all the gods that she would stay with him, hear him out, and give him a chance.
The intercom buzzed twice to tell him he was needed at command. Slowly detangling himself from her, he winced when he saw the blood. He really shouldn’t have used both his cocks in her, especially knowing he was her first man. He grinned, because he would now be the only one to have her. No one else would dare touch her. He opened the wash room and grabbed some cream and a cloth and gently cleaned her and applied healing cream.
Danickra reminded himself next time he would be gentler. She groaned and snuggled into the bed. He kissed her lips, and walked out of his quarters and headed to command.
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Danickra arrived at command to see the room filled with everyone of importance. He was surprised to see a pacing and agitated Salamanda, who turned and huffed. “My Earth woman figured it out. She knows I’m not an earth male.”
