Lust by Moonbeam

by Cynthia Sax

  He pumped into her slowly at first, and then faster and faster, wanting to possess her, claim her, force her to feel what he was feeling. He kissed her, filling her mouth with his tongue, tasting him and her, and he fucked her, pounding into her pussy with his cock.

  “There will be no other males,” he broke their kiss to declare. He’d flown across galaxies to find her. He’d learned her language. He’d studied how to please her. Rellec grunted as he labored over her, angling his body so he rubbed against her clit. He’d please her. He’d please her so well she’d never desire another male.

  “Rellec!” She called his public name, the name people without any connection utilized, as her inner walls massaged his shaft in a series of small convulsions.

  He gritted his teeth, fighting the ache in his heart and the tightness around his cock. More was—

  His little female bucked against him, slamming their hips together and demolishing his defenses. “My Cathy!” He spurted long, hard jets of cum into her pussy, his release bittersweet.

  Rellec sagged on top of her. He had nothing left. His head lowered and his shoulders hunched. He’d utilized his full fucking repertoire and it hadn’t been enough to win his Cathy. He had failed.

  She slowly stroked his neck ridges, her fingers skimming up and down, up and down in a silky caress. “Ummm…”

  Her sound of contentment revitalized his body and elevated his hopes. Rellec raised his head and straightened his shoulders. “Did I please you?” He searched her beautiful face for confirmation.

  A small smile curled her lips. “Oh yes, very…” Her eyes widened as she peered over his shoulder. “Is that one of your buddies?” She pointed her finger at the night sky.

  Rellec looked behind him and the food-processing region of his body decreased in temperature as a yellow light increased in size and brightness. A Mravenec single-warrior vessel, belonging to the hated enemy of the Sila, approached their location with alarming velocity, and, in mere minutes, it would land.

  “No. That is not one of my buddies.” He rolled off his Cathy. “We must go.” Rellec wrapped her shivering naked form in his flannel shirt and scooped her into his arms, running toward his Earth domicile.

  “Rellec,” his Cathy protested, wiggling against him. “My clothes, my toolkit, I can’t leave them there. If I lose them, I’ll be so fired.”

  “It is a Mravenec vessel, my Cathy. The Mravenec hate all Sila. You smell like me and I am a Sila,” Rellec explained as he ran. Branches and rocks cut into his feet, but he didn’t slow down, following the most direct path to safety. “If the Mravenec warrior finds you, he will attempt to terminate you.”

  “Oh my God.” She ceased with her movements, her grip around his neck tightening.

  “I will not allow him to terminate you,” he assured her, opening the domicile’s closure. Rellec tossed his Cathy upon the multiperson ass support she’d favored after their initial fucking. Having researched the furnishings his mate preferred in a domicile, he’d filled the small interior with plants, wood and animal skins. His efforts had been rewarded with an enthusiastic ‘nice’.

  Rellec searched the drawers for his inherited arsenal, mentally reviewing his abbreviated warrior training. “I will not fail you, druzka.” He set aside the communicator. It was no longer needed, as he’d never hear his brothers’ voices again. He laid the weapons upon the counter. “I will prove myself worthy.”

  “You won’t get yourself killed, will you?” She eyed him with great suspicion, moving to stand beside him. She was so tiny and delicate. One shot from the Mravenec warrior’s gun would terminate her. “Will you?”

  He didn’t reply, strapping several weapons to his naked body, the process of arming himself awkward and unfamiliar. After completing the warrior ritual, he lifted a zbran, judging its suitability. The weight was slight. His Cathy could hold the small shooter.

  “Of course not.” Her laughter held variable tones. “You’ll kill him instead.” His Cathy gazed upon him as though he were a warrior.

  “No. I am a fixer. He is a warrior. I will not kill him.” Regret made Rellec’s words sharp. He thrust the zbran into her hands. “To shoot, press here.” He showed his druzka the trigger. “My people will arrive in a short duration. You will remain in the domicile.”

  The domicile was of Sila fabrication. The Mravenec weapons, if fired from a distance, wouldn’t penetrate its exterior. Rellec would keep their enemy at a distance. He’d protect his mate.

  “You are my Cathy.” He touched her pale face and he curled her hair around his index finger, feeling her softness one last time.

  “Rellec?” Her brown eyes reflected his fear. Her bottom lip trembled.

  “I will not fail you.” He kissed her quickly, tasting her sweetness, before pivoting on his heels. He flicked the floodlights on, as brightness irritated his adversary.

  “Rellec?” She clasped his arm.

  His remaining words lodged in his throat, choked by emotion. He pulled away and exited quickly, shutting the door securely behind him. Rellec stalked across the yard to position his body behind a stack of wood.

  He cocked his head, listening as the Mravenec warrior approached. The Sila vessel was far from the planet and his fighting skills were inferior to the warrior’s, but the enemy would have to shoot through the dead tree barrier before terminating him. That should expend sufficient time to keep his Cathy safe.

  Chapter Three

  “That is your plan, Rellec? Really?” Cathy watched Rellec crouch, buck naked, behind the wall of wood, his teeny, tiny gun in his giant hand.

  “You’re a freakin’ alien, with advanced technology and spaceships and stuff, and that is your plan?” she fumed to herself, pacing the room.

  “Of course it is. You’re a fixer, not a warrior, and you know nothing about fighting. Obviously, or you wouldn’t be, right now, hiding next to a stack of combustibles.” She rolled her eyes and glared around her.

  She spotted the black box, identical to the one positioned over the front door, and she stormed up to it. “You had better damn well be coming for him.” Cathy placed her free hand on the wood, sticking her face up close to the lens.

  “And I know you were watching us in the dead tree circle, you perverts. Showtime is over. You saw the bad UFO. Get your asses down here with some big fucking guns and not these puny things either.” She waved her little gun. “Something huge.”

  “Oh why do I care?” She flung her hands in the air. “I only met him today and he’s an alien, an alien for shit’s sake.” Cathy paced back to the window. “It’s not like he’s my boyfriend or soul mate or anything.”

  She flung back the cute little white lace curtains and glowered at her big alien lover. “You had better not die, asshole.” She tapped on the glass. Rellec glanced her way and she stopped tapping. “Don’t look at me, you fool. You’re going to get yourself killed.”

  A flame ball landed on the hood of his beat-up truck. “I told you,” Cathy yelled at Rellec. “Pay attention.” More flame balls pummeled the yard and she looked for the source. “Oh my God.” Her mouth dropped open.

  The other alien was huge and red and resembled an angry, upright walking fire ant. He clicked his razor-sharp pinchers as he shot flame balls at Rellec, all four of his arms holding guns.

  The mobile home rocked with the shots, but none penetrated the exterior. One flame ball landed on the window and Cathy jumped back. Although a wave of heat whooshed over her, the glass didn’t bust or melt. She placed her fingertips on the pane and it was cool to the touch. “Whoa.”

  She was safe in the house, protected by siding from space and super alien glass. Rellec, that fool, was in the front yard gloriously naked, completely exposed to the flying fireballs.

  “What were you thinking?” Cathy bit her bottom lip as she watched him roll, shooting his teeny-tiny gun. It was powerful, ripping holes straight through thick tree trunks, but he only had one small gun, while the upright fire ant had four.

  Sh
e opened up the door and yelled, “Rellec, get back in here!” A fireball lobbed toward her. She quickly slammed the door shut, the metal shuddering upon impact, the doorknob burning her palm. She yanked her hand away.

  Cathy moved to the window. Rellec remained stationed behind the truck, the fireball burning on top of the hood. “Rellec!” She thumped on the glass with her fists. “Get your ass in the house.”

  A shot grazed Rellec’s side and she gasped. Rich red blood covered his bluish-green skin. “Oh my God. You are so going to die, you stupid fixer.”

  She ran to the black box. “Where the hell are you aliens?” She slapped the camera. “Rellec needs backup.” She slammed her gun down on the wood and the camera wobbled. “Send spaceships, bombs, a big can of insecticide. I don’t care.” She whacked it three more times. The black box toppled to the hardwood floor and smashed into pieces.

  Cathy glared at the broken camera. “There isn’t any help coming, is there?” She kicked a twisted piece of metal. “He’s alone, as I am, as I’ve always been. You’re going to let him die.”

  “Well, he’s not going to die. He can’t die.” Cathy stalked back to the window. Flame balls and other projectiles zinged through the air. Nothing had touched the bad alien, all his arms and legs intact. Rellec hadn’t been as lucky. His body dripped blood.

  “Fight, Rellec.” He rolled and shot, rolled again and straightened to shoot. “You can do this.” Cathy raised her own gun, aiming at the fire ant, mimicking Rellec’s motions, dodging the flaming bullets with him.

  A fireball hurled Rellec backward, flinging him against a rock with a sickening thud, and he lay still. “Get up, Rellec. Get up. Damn it,” Cathy yelled, pounding against the windowpane. He didn’t move and the giant ant advanced, his feelers twitching, his guns pointed. “Don’t die, you big alien. Don’t you dare leave me alone.”

  Cathy swung the door open so hard it slammed against the siding and the fire ant snapped his ugly head in her direction. “Let my Rellec live,” she yelled, running toward the woods, waving her gun in the air. “Come shoot me in—oomph!” She tripped over a tree stump and fell face-first. A flame ball blazed over her, the heat singeing Rellec’s flannel shirt.

  “Do not move, my Cathy,” her beloved alien instructed, his voice tight with anger.

  “You’re pissed at me?” Cathy muttered, spitting leaves and dirt out of her mouth. “Fine. The next time you get attacked by a giant ant, I’ll let your greenish-blue ass get shot to pieces. See if I care.”

  Lifting her weapon, Cathy turned on her aching hands and knees to face the fire ant. The alien foe stared down at the big, smoking hole in his thorax, his ant guts hanging out, an expression of bug-eyed disbelief on his ugly insect face.

  “This will be easy.” Cathy grinned. She carefully aimed at the huge, stationary target and she pressed the trigger button. The recoil punched against her shoulder. “Shit!” she shrieked as she fell on her flannel-covered ass.

  A companion shot boomed while she stared up at the night sky. “You had better not be shooting at another big fire ant, my Rellec,” Cathy mumbled. Her shoulder screamed with pain and she had no feeling in her right hand. “Because I can’t help you this time.” She dropped the defective gun, her fingers numb.

  “My Cathy!” Rellec hollered. “My Cathy!”

  “I’m fine,” she yelled back. “Take it easy.” She sat up, shaking her hair. Twigs and one pinecone fell to the ground. “Did I get him?”

  She surveyed the chaotic scene, and her mouth dropped open. Freakin’ hell. What had she done? The fire ant lay unmoving, but Rellec’s impeccable mobile home also no longer had front steps. A massive smoking hole gaped in the wooden slats. She glared at her gun. “Damn useless piece of—”

  A deep moan diverted her attention. Her alien lover sat, propped up against the rock, his face tight with strain, blood covering his bluish-green skin.

  “My Rellec.” Cathy rushed to his side and knelt by him, sticks digging into her skin. Her fingers shook as she examined his wounds. “Oh my God.” Bones poked out of his skin.

  “Can you fix yourself?” She placed his right hand on the deepest gash, helping him to press down, but blood continued to gush between his cold fingers. She rubbed warmth into his skin and tried again. “Fix yourself, Rellec.” Nothing happened. “You’re a fixer. This is what you do.”

  She switched to his left hand. “Come on.” The gaping holes in his torso squirted rich red blood. “It’s not working. The healing isn’t working.” Bile raised in her throat, the taste bitter and acidic.

  “Try, damn it.” Cathy slapped her palms against his chest, the impact stinging her skin. “Try, my Rellec. You can do this.” She pumped the heel of his hand into his broken flesh. “You fix. You fix everything. That’s what you said.”

  “My Cathy.” His eyes slowly stilled to a flat, unmoving green.

  A chill gripped her heart. “Tell me how to fix you, Rellec. Please.” Cathy laid her hands over the worst wound. “Tell me what the fuck to do. I’ll do anything.”

  Blue light illuminated the clearing and Rellec’s bald head lolled back. “Stay with me, my Rellec.” She clasped his shoulder ridges and shook him. “Don’t you dare leave me. I can’t lose you, not now, not ever.”

  “Fixer Veterellec Lorenski, are there additional Mravenec warriors?” a deep voice asked from behind Cathy.

  “Fixer Rellec needs fixing, asshole,” Cathy snapped. “Put your hands on him pronto.” She looked into a face similar to Rellec’s, except there was no kindness in the stranger’s eyes. He was black where Rellec was blue, his black leather outfit amplifying the effect. “What the fuck are you waiting for?” The alien didn’t move.

  “I am not a fixer. I am a warrior.” The newcomer drew himself up proudly. His obscenely skintight garment was accessorized with daggers and space guns. “Warriors do not fix. Fixers do not fight.”

  Cathy picked up Rellec’s gun. “Listen to me, you arrogant asshat.” She pointed the muzzle at him. “I’m not asking. I’m telling you. You. Will. Fix. Rellec.”

  “You are a breaker, not a warrior.” There was a flash of green and black and she no longer held the gun. “I am a warrior.” The male grinned, displaying a mouthful of sharp white teeth.

  Cathy narrowed her eyes. “You are a—”

  Two smaller aliens, clad in blue coveralls, hurried to Rellec’s side. “Oh thank God.” Cathy moved out of their way. They peered at him, yammering in a strange language. “Is one of you a fixer?” she asked. They touched Rellec’s wounds and the flow of blood was stanched immediately. “You both must be,” she answered her own question. “You’re fixing him.”

  They lifted Rellec onto a flat surface resembling a stretcher, except it floated in the air with no support. “Will he live?” She walked by Rellec’s side, her hand on his bare leg. His skin was cold. “What do you need me to do? I’ll do anything.”

  “Your presence is unnecessary.” The unhelpful warrior alien scowled. “Fixer Veterellec Lorenski will not be terminated. He will return to Sila to be fixed.”

  “He’s not going to die.” Relief crashed into Cathy with the force of a raging wave, and she stumbled, the warrior alien’s hand on her elbow preventing her fall.

  She straightened, jerking away from the male. “It doesn’t matter. I’m still not leaving Rellec,” Cathy told the green and black alien, lifting her chin to gaze straight into his eyes. “You took your own freakin’ time getting to him and he almost died, so there is no way in hell I’m trusting you to properly take care for him.” She slid her palm into Rellec’s, his healing skin warm against hers.

  “If you do not leave… Fixer Veterellec Lorenski, you will not return to your planet,” the warrior warned. “Your paths will be bound together until termination.”

  Shit. They’d be bound together until termination and she’d never see Earth again.

  Cathy glanced around them at the pine trees and the familiar night sky. She loved the land and she had a job she
was good at. She was alone, but she knew what to expect and sometimes she almost fit in.

  She stared at Rellec’s big naked body, his massive feet covered with ridges. She’d never fit in on his planet. She’d be the alien. He wanted kids she didn’t know how to raise and she didn’t know if he wanted to have them with her.

  The rational decision was to stay on her own planet.

  “My Cathy,” Rellec mumbled, his fingers squeezing hers, and all her logic scattered. He called her name. He squeezed her hand. He needed her. No one had ever needed her before.

  Yet she needed him more. With Rellec, she’d had a taste of home, and in his arms, she’d found hope. Cathy studied his extreme profile, his lips thinned with pain and his unusual eyes, the eyes she could stare into forever, remaining closed.

  She loved his eyes, she loved his thoughtfulness and she loved him. She stroked his palm with her thumb. Their paths were already bound together and she was tired of making rational, sane decisions. For once, she’d rely on pure heartfelt emotion.

  “I’m going with my Rellec.” With her declaration, the fluttering in Cathy’s stomach ceased and a soothing warmth engulfed her. It was the right decision. It had to be.

  The warrior alien said nothing. He loomed by a toppled pine tree, with his dark lips flattened and his black forehead ridges shading his eyes, a solitary soldier prepared to defend a strange land from giant red fire ants.

  She was no longer solitary and she wasn’t fighting fire ants. She could be as courageous. “Goodbye, Earth.” Cathy took one last long look around her before walking with Rellec’s healing body into the bright blue light.

  Chapter Four

  Rellec ran his hands over the broken tree, connecting with the shattered trunk and feeling its savage damage, the tree’s pain his own. As he pictured the tree whole and healthy and strong, the pieces moved, merging, joining at the break. Rough bark covered the seam and thick golden sap pumped along the veins, transporting liquid and nutrients to the formerly severed branches.