Lust by Moonbeam

by Cynthia Sax

  “The dead trees.” He pointed at the bush. Sunlight shone through a thinner patch of pine trees.

  She stared into the woods, but he was driving quickly and the blurring trees that lined the road blocked her view so she couldn’t see much. “We should look at them first.” Cathy pressed her lips together to suppress her sigh. “That’s what the Ministry sent me here to do.”

  “The status of the dead trees will not change, my Cathy.” Rellec slammed on the brakes, gravel peppering the undercarriage like raindrops on a northern lake. Cathy gasped as she was flung against the seatbelt. “This is my…place.” He bounded out of the truck, rushing to open her door.

  His place was a mobile home set in a small cleared yard, surrounded by tall pine trees. The siding was a sparkling white, as though it was brand-new. The wooden steps had been impeccably varnished with a clear coat. Several cords of wood cut in perfectly uniform lengths were stacked neatly nearby. “How long have you been here?”

  “I have been here for eight sunrises.” Rellec placed his hands on her waist and lifted her down, sliding her body against his. He was hard and aroused and Cathy swallowed the lump in her throat. “We will fuck now.”

  He shut the passenger door and tugged his flannel shirt over his head. Hot body alert. His chest was smooth, tanned and defined with muscles. Her other one-night stands, men with physiques less ripped than his, had flexed and posed, angling for compliments. Not Rellec. He nonchalantly bent over, his six-pack abs rippling, and removed his boots.

  His feet were bare and big and sexy in a way she never knew feet could be, and while the gravel crunching under his heels must have been uncomfortable as hell, his expression displayed only an ego-boosting eagerness.

  “Do you wish for me to change?” Rellec unzipped his jeans, pushing them down. “My Cathy.”

  My lord. The man wasn’t wearing underwear either and Cathy’s body temperature soared to sizzling levels, because that large cock he so casually displayed oscillated back and forth in short, shallow thrusts. She licked her bottom lip, enthralled by the hypnotic motion. “Ahhh…” Her brain turned to mush. “Whatever you like.”

  He beamed. “You are my Cathy.” Rellec gave her a hearty smack on her lips, almost bowling her over with his enthusiasm. As he slid his hand across her shoulder to steady her, his cock pulsed against her thigh and any thoughts she might have had scattered.

  “My natural form will bring us more pleasure when we fuck.” He stepped back and pinched his earlobe. There was a shimmer in the air like heat rising off asphalt and he turned bluish green all over, including his cock. Rellec’s head was bald with ridges cascading down his skull and he had muscles in places she didn’t know muscles could be.

  She gaped at him, her mouth dropping open. “Oh my God,” she whispered. His smile was hesitant and humanlike, but his lips were a vibrant blue. Cathy swept a hand over her face. There was a logical explanation for this. There had to be. “How hard did I hit my head?”

  “Do you require additional fixing?” Rellec cupped her chin, lifting her face to meet her gaze, his green and blue eyes clouded with concern.

  His eyes were as captivating as before and she drew closer to him, leaning into his comforting body heat. “You’re an alien.” Cathy touched his skin. The texture was soft yet unyielding. She stroked his jutting cheekbones and traced along his flat nose.

  “I am your Rellec. You are my Cathy,” he offered as though it explained everything.

  As she tapped the tip of his nose, his nostrils flared. She jumped back, heart beating wildly, and raised her small fists. After years of always being the new foster child attending the new school, alone and unprotected on a savage playground, readying for an attack was instinctual.

  There was no attack. He breathed softly, his mouth curving upward in a serene smile and an amused glint in his eyes. Cathy laughed nervously, her face flushing in light of her overreaction, and with trembling hands, she returned to her exploration.

  Rellec stood passively, patiently waiting. She skimmed his brightly colored lips, and when his tongue darted out to lick her fingertips, she started, but she didn’t pull away, trusting him not to hurt her.

  Rellec reminded her of the land she loved. His skin was the colors of the tall pine trees and the clear blue sky and his physique was as beautifully jagged and unrelentingly severe as the geological shield they stood upon.

  She trailed her fingers down his neck. Hard bone protected his jugular vein, yet she felt the flow of life along his ridges, warmth radiating from his big body.

  “You’re an alien,” she repeated, pressing against him. They fit together surprisingly well, her curves softening the abrupt angles of his body, and that made no sense, because she never fit anywhere.

  Cathy shifted and his cock vibrated against her stomach. A corresponding pulse originated deep in her womb, the synchronization reassuring her. This is right. “A big handsome alien.”

  She swirled a fingertip in the hollow underneath his accentuated collarbone, testing the small surface before pressing her lips to his brightly colored skin. So right. She moaned, the texture of soft and hard against her mouth too intriguing to resist. Cathy swept her tongue over him, tasting salt with a hint of iron, a flavor she could easily find addictive, and she licked more of him, lapping at his ridges.

  “You are small and soft.” Rellec caressed her neck as though it was the most fragile thing he’d ever encountered. “Although I was informed of this difference between our species, I did not fully comprehend.”

  “You were informed?” She pulled back from him to read his expression. His face was stark with open desire and a heady surge of feminine power rushed through her. “Are there more of you here?” she asked. He didn’t answer, his mouth pulling downward into a very human frown. “On Earth,” Cathy clarified.

  “No. I am the only one.” He met her gaze, and in his remarkable eyes, she saw her own loneliness reflected, the vivid blues and greens underlaid by a yearning for home no amount of travel or work could ever extinguish.

  Cathy tilted her face upward, blinking back tears, and she reached out to him, cradling his hard cheekbones in her hands. Rellec closed his eyes as if to savor the contact, his rugged countenance softening.

  “You are alone.” So am I. He was millions of miles from his home and she had yet to find hers. They were linked through their shared solitude and, though she knew it to be a selfish emotion, Cathy was relieved to meet someone who understood.

  “I am no longer alone.” His voice was husky. “I have you, my Cathy.” Rellec turned his head slightly to kiss her palm, his lips tender upon her skin. Cathy caught her breath, her nipples tingling, aching for their turn with his mouth.

  His words were lies. He didn’t have her and she didn’t have him. They were simply two strangers, using each other for temporary comfort. But they were lies Cathy had always wanted to hear and she swayed against his body, eager to risk everything for a rare moment of connection.

  “And.” Rellec’s cheeks flooded with blue and he gave her an endearingly sheepish grin. “They watch.” He pointed to a black box attached to the mobile home.

  The other aliens would watch them fuck. The day got kinkier and kinkier. “Yes.” Cathy trembled with excitement, her pussy growing wet. “Let them watch.” She wrapped her arms around Rellec, holding onto him tightly. There were ridges on his back, down to his ass, his firm muscles encased in soft skin. She investigated his unprotected ass cheeks with her fingertips, cupping and squeezing his vulnerable flesh, and he groaned, his rumble reflecting her rising sexual hunger.

  “My Cathy.” He burst into a flurry of action, gripping the lapels of her shirt and pulling, ripping the fabric. Her buttons popped off in joyous arcs of freedom and she shivered as her skin made contact with the cool morning air. God, he was a beast. Her nipples tightened, aching from the promise of those rough hands on her soft flesh. “I have great need for you.”

  Cathy felt his great need pressing against her sli

ck pussy.

  “We must fuck.” He nuzzled her neck, his breath hot and heavy, his hands moving to her pants.

  “Don’t—” He tore those in half also, the ripping noise a heady declaration of erotic intent. “You destroyed my clothes.” Cathy slapped her palms on his chest ridge, the sharp sting impelling her arousal higher.

  “I will fix them.” Rellec lifted her, resting her ass against the closed passenger door before turning his attention to her torso. He nibbled over her collarbone, feasting on Cathy as though she was a delicacy, tasting every inch of her. She clutched his bald skull and drew his mouth downward, yearning for that hot mouth on her breasts. “I will fix everything.”

  He shredded her best black lace bra with a couple of flicks of his fingers and cupped her small breasts with his big hands, weighing them. “So soft.” His tone was reverent and Cathy basked in the warmth of his admiration. “Your upper ventral region pleases me very much.” He swiped a calloused thumb over her nipple, sending shivers of sensation skittering along her skin.

  “Breasts, call them breasts.” She arched, holding on to his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist, the heels of her sturdy work boots digging into his ass as he sucked one breast into his mouth.

  “Yes, that’s it.” Cathy felt the tug of his lips down to her soul, their temporary connection banishing the loneliness residing there. She swiveled her hips, grinding her mound against Rellec’s ripped abs, greedily needing more. “Lick my nipple.”

  He obediently laved the sensitive spot with his silky-soft tongue, sucking and nipping it before doing the same to her other breast. Each pull spiraled her desire higher until Cathy soared, her body light and gloriously free.

  Her alien’s hands moved over her stomach, his fingertips indolently circling the indent of her bellybutton once, twice, before lowering to slip into her panties. “You have hair.” He raised his head and grinned as though pleased.

  “Plenty of hair.” Cathy grinned back. She hadn’t waxed since that three-night stand in the even smaller town of Tunis. Rellec eagerly removed her panties to explore her lower body, intently examining her with a scientific thoroughness, and she squirmed with uneasiness. “Are you going to probe me?”

  “You wish to be probed, my Cathy?” He caressed her skin, following the gentle slope of her hipbones down to her mons, and he threaded his fingers through her unruly thatch of hair. He stopped one frustrating inch from the spot most needing his attention, dragging a growl from her.

  “Yes. Now please.” She wiggled, lifting her ass in an effort to draw his tantalizing touch lower, but he would not be rushed.

  He twirled her hair around his index finger until he pulled at her skin, a twinge of sweet pain shooting over her mons straight to her clit. Rellec then fluffed the curls, the friction sensually chafing her flesh. Finally reaching her wetness, he spread her apart, his skin rough against hers.

  “I have located an area requiring much probing.” He nudged her with his finger and she jerked, bumping her hips against his hand. He searched through her folds, learning her body, tormenting her with his slow exploration.

  Cathy shuddered as his fingertips brushed against her clit. “Yes, yes.” She clung to the protective ridge around his neck, feverish for more. “Probe my clit.”

  “This is your clit?” Rellec rubbed the bundle of nerves in a slow counterclockwise motion and she moaned, twisting in his arms. “I have researched this zone. Touching your clit brings you pleasure, causing your reproductive channel to moisten.”

  He stroked over her pussy lips, circling her entrance teasingly with his tender touch. She wiggled and squirmed, but she couldn’t force him to breach her. Her alien was deliciously dominant, loving her his own special way, and her body responded. A fierce desire surged through her veins.

  “You make me wet, Rellec.” Her juices glistened on his bluish-green fingertips and Cathy licked her lips, hungry for a taste. “I need you inside me, filling me.” He pushed one thick finger into her and she rolled her eyes back at the exquisiteness of the sensation, the ridges on his knuckles hard against her softness, his touch alien yet arousing and so very male.

  “Pump me. That’s it.” She supplemented his hesitance by driving her hips against his palm and rubbing her clit on the heel of his hand. It felt good, but not enough. “More, I need two, no, three fingers.”

  Rellec complied, filling her to the point of discomfort. “Your pussy is so small, so tight.” Awe and despair colored his voice as he finger-fucked her, slowly, deeply, drawing passion from her until she gushed with moisture. “I am very big. The research may be incorrect. We may not be compatible.”

  “We’re compatible.” She panted, riding his hand, her pussy muscles contracting around his fingers with each thrust. “You’ll ruin me for other men, but I can take you.”

  He stiffened. “There will be no other men.” His eyes blazed a fierce blue and he increased the force of his fingers, ramming into her pussy over and over. She trembled, his savagery pushing her closer to the edge. “You are my Cathy. No other male will touch you.”

  No other male could touch her, not the way he was. God. His fingers were magical.

  “Then fuck me.” Cathy brushed her breasts against his chest, rubbing her nipples on his skin. “Fill my small, tight pussy with your very big cock.”

  “If I damage you, I will fix you,” Rellec promised, pulling her down onto him, his broad cock head spearing between her pussy lips. His entry was slow and endless. His vibrating cock sank deeper and deeper and deeper into her, until she couldn’t take any more. He stretched her so much, pain briefly eclipsed the pleasure, and she thrashed against his torso, trying to free herself.

  Then the sliding stopped and he held her, his cock buried deep within her core, the fit so tight, she felt every gyration of his shaft from tip to base. She moaned. Fucking him was like fucking a huge human vibrator.

  “Did I damage you, my Cathy?” The worry in his voice was touchingly real.

  She blinked rapidly, clearing her blurring vision. “No, you didn’t.” Her voice was raw with emotion. Cathy looked into his face, a countenance harsh with ridges yet soft with tenderness, and she summoned up a wobbly smile. “We’re compatible.”

  Their joining was more than a physical fit of body parts. She felt an emotional bond between them, a connection she had waited her entire life to experience, and it both thrilled her and frightened her. He was an alien and soon he would return to his faraway planet. They had no future.

  They had only now and she wouldn’t squander a minute of it.

  Cathy brushed her lips against Rellec’s and he followed her mouth, trying to capture her kiss. She twisted away, pulling her lips back, out of his reach. His eyes glowed with amusement as he allowed her escape. Entertained by his tolerant reaction, she made another pass, moving faster. He was yet again unsuccessful.

  She laughed, joy bubbling up within her, and she gave him a hearty smack fully on the lips. Her lighthearted kiss deepened until their tongues twisted and twirled, their mouths open to each other, her legs around his waist, his cock buried deep inside her, as joined as two beings could be.

  The burning in her pussy faded and she tentatively arched. He groaned, his cock vibrating within her at an increased tempo, but he didn’t move. So she undulated against him, caressing his chest with her breasts, taunting him, pushing him to ease her growing frustration. His muscles flexed, pulling tight under his skin, yet he remained still, his intense gaze fixed on her face.

  She sighed and placed her palms flat on his pecs, spreading her fingers to cover more of his skin. “Why aren’t you fucking me?”

  “You are so small.” The grooves deepened around his mouth, tempting her to kiss him until they disappeared. “I do not wish to damage you.”

  “You won’t damage me, Rellec,” she told her big, stubborn alien. He frowned, uncertainty etched across his bluish green face. “And I need you to please fuck me.” She bucked against him, trying to force his compliance. “Before I lose my mind.”

  “You will lose your mind?” He raised his forehead ridges. The unusual heat from his palms increased, pulsing soothing warmth into her skin.

  It wasn’t enough to calm her. She writhed, the tension in her womb unbearable. “Most definitely.”

  “If you lose your mind, you will be terminated and that cannot happen. You are my druzka.” His eyes flashed and his grip on her ass tightened. The fingertips digging into her curves warned her that when he finally fucked her, it would be rough and hard and wild. Her body trembled with anticipation.

  “I will fix you, my Cathy.” Rellec tested her pussy with a series of short, shallow thrusts, his movements calculated and smooth.

  “That’s it,” she encouraged Rellec, relishing the slide of hard flesh inside her. “That’s what I need.” As her body adjusted to his size and she learned his rhythm, Cathy tilted her hips to take him deeper, sucking hard on his shoulder, working to snap his control, to reveal the real Rellec.

  “Faster, harder,” she urged. He didn’t drive into her faster or harder. He maintained his frustratingly steady, slow pace, so Cathy bit his chest ridge, tasting salt, minerals and horny male.

  The sharp nip spurred her alien lover into action. Rellec pumped into her deeper and deeper until her ass smacked against the truck door and his chest slapped her breasts, his skin stinging her sensitive nipples. He rode her relentlessly, capturing her softness between metal and alien, not allowing her to escape. The loving abuse excited Cathy and her pussy hummed in time to his thrusts and his cock’s vibrations.

  “My Cathy.” He rained foreign, alien words down on her, punctuating them with grunts of effort. His ridged skull was shiny with moisture and his naked body radiated warmth.

  “Rellec.” She was so close, the emotion within her coiling and coiling tighter and tighter. “I need…I need…” She didn’t know what she needed, her pussy ravaged by his hard, punishing strokes. She shouldn’t like this hard pace or his rough hands on her skin. It shouldn’t feel right.

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