by Cynthia Sax
Rellec stood back to admire his work. It was a perfect fix and he was one tree closer to pleasing his Cathy.
When his tree fixing was successfully concluded, he’d prove himself worthy and she’d recognize him as her druzka. She’d no longer refer to him as Rellec. He’d be her Rellec, and when he departed her blue and white planet to return to Sila, she’d depart with him.
The musk of arousal teased his nostrils and his spicka hardened. His Cathy. Rellec’s hands shook with anticipation as he fixed trees faster and faster. He must complete his assignment. He must.
Her skin glided over his, setting off a deluge of sensation within him before her soft hands finally found purchase, her slender fingers wrapping around his shaft. Lejno. The pleasure was too much. He closed his eyes as she pressed against his back ridges, melding her curves into his body. She sucked his shoulder.
“My Cathy,” he sighed contentedly, the morning breeze carrying the sound away from them. She pumped him with firm, smooth strokes, humbling with her hand fucking skills.
“My Cathy,” he repeated, louder. She didn’t respond verbally, silently rubbing her palms and her fingers along his shaft. His spicka bobbed and gyrated, a drop of seed forming on his tip, and the pressure on his varles increased.
Why didn’t she answer? He sniffed the crisp, fresh Earth air. Was that truly her scent? He looked down at the pale fingers stroking his blue and green skin. Were those her hands? He shifted his weight from his right foot to his left, anxiety feathering within him. “My Cathy?”
She didn’t acknowledge his question. Because she wasn’t his druzka. Rellec flung her hands away from him and pivoted on his heels. He would—
A brown-eyed gaze met his.
“You are my Cathy.” He grabbed her small waist, lifted her easily and planted a boisterous kiss on her frowning lips. More. He kissed her slowly and thoroughly, sucking on her flesh until she opened for him. She tasted sweet, her flavor a delectable mixture of her pussy juices and his yet-to-be-spilled seed, and he fed upon her, ravenous for more.
He wrapped his left arm around her body, pinning her to his chest, her nipples pointed and hard against his skin. She grasped his shoulder ridges, her feet dangling. Sladky matka. She was small yet strong. Rellec explored her face, his fingertips following the curve of her jaw, under her upturned chin to her slender neck. He traced her unprotected jugular vein, her life force pumping beneath her creamy skin. So fragile.
He slid her down his torso, her breasts dragging along his ridges, her skin rubbing his spicka. His. Needing to be closer, he leaned into her farther and farther, until he fell, toppling forward with him on top of her.
They landed not on his Cathy’s soil-covered planet, but onto the cushioned sleeping support found in the private chambers of transport vessels. They bounced, their bodies light and weightless, and she smiled, her eyes lit with joy, her mouth curved and plush.
His Cathy looked good sprawled on his sleeping support, her wondrous brown curls spread over the green material. Rellec smoothed her hairy eyebrows with his thumbs and kissed her smooth forehead. She looked right. He brushed his lips over hers and continued his trail of kisses over her chin and down her body, rounding his spine to reach her breasts.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” She clasped his arms, her nails digging into his skin, the pain sharpening Rellec’s arousal to a razor-sharp edge.
He suckled her right breast, drawing her softness into his mouth, feasting on her salty skin. So good. His mate wiggled under him, her ass swishing against the sleeping support surface and her hips rubbing his spicka. He groaned. She tormented him with her movements, and in retaliation, he flicked her nipple hard with his tongue. She cried out and squirmed. More. He flicked, whipping her flesh until her skin was pink and her voice was raw.
“Rellec.” She called his name as she pushed up with her hips, grinding her pussy against his stomach.
I’m your Rellec! He swallowed his roar of frustration and silently threaded his fingers through her private hair to find her moisture. Patience. Please her and she’ll claim you. She spread her thighs wide in welcome, allowing him access to her wet, pink flesh. Please her. He strummed her with his fingers, up and down, up and down, his strokes drawing a keening sound from her lips.
Lejno. She was beautiful. The unexplainable heat in Rellec’s chest spread and his varles tightened. One pull on his spicka and he’d pump seed over her pale, flat stomach, bathing her in his white, sticky fluid.
No. Rellec gritted his teeth and clasped the base of his shaft, his tight grip augmenting his control. He’d find his release inside her. Bring her more pleasure.
“I will fuck you now, my Cathy.” Rellec positioned his spicka at her entrance, massaging her pink folds with his vibrating tip, drawing juice from her body until her pussy gleamed with moisture and her scent hung heavy in the air.
“Yes, fuck me, Rellec.” His Cathy’s hands dropped to his ass cheeks, squeezing his flesh. Sladky matka. His shaft jerked in his hands, his rhythm erratic. Her wild touch tested his mating skills.
Rellec grunted as he thrust into her hot, wet pussy, filling her to his base. Lejno. His eyes rolled back in his head. She felt too good. He withdrew slightly before rocking into her again, her gasp of pleasure heating his chest. He maintained a slow, sure rhythm, controlling his passion. Please her. He pumped her pussy with his spicka and brushed her nipples with his chest. Fix her.
She clutched his ass and tilted her hips, spurring him to go faster and faster, their slow tempo of in and out, in and out, intensifying into a steady, relentless pounding. He gritted his teeth, holding back his release with pure willpower. Skin smacked against skin, the sound echoing in the silent chamber, their breathing obscenely loud in Rellec’s ears.
“My Cathy. My Cathy,” he repeated, riding her body. He’d fix his mate, his druzka, satisfying her so she’d never wish to be fixed by another. With his vigorous fucking, her pussy soon matched his spicka’s vibrations and then surpassed them, clawing at the slender strands of his control.
“Rellec.” Her voice pitched higher, her breathing strained. “Rellec, I need—”
“I will fix you, my Cathy.” He lunged and retreated, desperate to make her come, the pressure on his varles unbearable, his mind crazed with desire. “I will fix you.” He reached between them and brushed her clit with his fingertips.
She screamed and her body smacked against his, while her pussy clenched around his shaft, severing his restraint. “My Cathy!” he yelled, pushing his hips forward, his seed shooting into her receptive womb. Rellec pulsed not only in his spicka, but all over, his body ridges rattling and his muscles trembling.
Remaining buried deep inside her, he collapsed with an immense exhalation of air onto his Cathy’s unmoving form, his nose sinking into her soft brown hair. He closed his eyes, contentment shrouding his soul. He had pleased his Cathy.
Cool air touched his cock head and he jerked awake, blinking at the brightness. He was no longer on top of his Cathy. He lay on his back, alone, the cleansing machine operational over his reproductive parts. “My Cathy?” Rellec turned his head and a great pain pierced his brain. “Where am I?”
“You are in the fixer sector of transport vehicle 23985, Fixer Veterellec Lorenski.” A small, wiry Sila garbed in the blue uniform of a fixer flashed a light over him. “The damage derived from the Mravenec warrior threatened you with termination.”
He was on a transport vehicle, while his Cathy remained on her white and blue planet. Fear sliced into Rellec’s torso. “I have to return to the surface.” He grasped on to the sleeping support, trying to pull himself upright, but he was too weak. His arms wouldn’t obey his brain’s commands.
“Your request to return to the surface defies logic, Fixer Veterellec Lorenski.” The fixer shook his head, touching Rellec’s aching forehead with his fingers. The pain eased immediately, but his panic remained. “We entered our galaxy two units of time prior to your awakening.”
“Lejno.” He’d
failed in the retrieval of his mate and they’d taken him back to Sila. Rellec’s fists clenched as grief ripped through his body.
“Fixer Veterellec Lorenski, are you damaged?” The fixer peered at him.
Rellec closed his eyes, unable to communicate. He was damaged, permanently damaged. Only one being, his druzka, could fix him and he’d never see her again. The council wouldn’t allow it. He had failed his Cathy.
Was he in her contemplations? Did his image appear in her mind as her beautiful face appeared in his, smiling and glowing with the aftermath of their fucking? He inhaled. Did she smell him? He imagined he detected her scent, faint yet unmistakable, in the purified fixer sector air, although he knew it couldn’t be.
He’d never smell her scent again. He was alone and he’d remain alone for the duration of his life span. A human male would claim his Cathy. Rellec’s fingernails dug into his palms. They’d have offspring together and he’d be erased from her temporal cortex, their shared encounters only remaining in his, tormenting him until termination.
There was a swishing sound as the sector door opened and closed, followed by the low murmur of speech. Rellec had no interest in the new arrival. Weariness swept over him. He could summon up no interest in any potential event.
“Yes, yes.” An achingly familiar voice cut through the silence, her words spoken in curt English. “I know my communicator is damaged. It’s a piece of shit.”
Was his hearing system dysfunctional? Rellec held his breath. It had to be, because his Cathy wouldn’t have boarded the transport vessel without his persuasion.
“Are you fucking with me?” Outrage increased the volume of her speech.
Rellec pulled himself upright, gritting his teeth against the pain, the bright lights spinning around him. No one would fuck his Cathy. He fought the blackness tugging at him. He’d defend his druzka.
“Fixer Veterellec Lorenski, you are not fixed sufficiently for locomotion.” The smaller Sila glanced over his shoulder toward the doorway, his green and blue coloring vivid.
Rellec swung his bare feet over the sleeping support and the muscle stimulators snapped off his skin. “My Cathy.”
The metallic floor rang mightily with the stomping of her small boots. “After spending thirteen days by his side, I leave to take a shower or whatever the hell you call that contraption and that’s when you assholes wake my Rellec? You had better be grateful they took my crazy space gun away or I’d be giving you plenty to fix, believe me.”
The fabric barrier surrounding his sleeping support was yanked away, revealing the scowling face of his Cathy. That scowl deepened when she observed him.
“You’re letting him get out of bed?” She glared at the attending fixer. The man’s mouth opened and closed like an aquatic vertebrate nearing termination.
“Any dumbass can see he’s not well enough for that.”
She hurried to Rellec’s side. “I knew they wouldn’t take care of you, my Rellec.” She placed his legs back onto the sleeping support as though she had accomplished that feat numerous times before, her hands soft and warm.
“That’s why I’m on this freakin’ spaceship, flying who knows where, eating God knows what.” His Cathy examined his feet, wiggling his toes. “No wonder you’re all bright colors. Food should come from the ground, not from some fabricator.” She reattached the muscle stimulators to his thighs. “Though the ketchup chips were admittedly a godsend, not that they’re natural or anything.”
Rellec stared at his mate. She touched him. She was whole, her pale skin showing no signs of damage. His Cathy was here.
“I don’t want him moving until…” She glanced around them, her forehead wrinkling. “Where did Vern go?”
The fixer had expediently vacated the sector upon his mate’s arrival. “My Cathy,” Rellec murmured, watching her closely as she fluttered around him, tugging the warming covering back over his naked body and aligning his fixing machines.
A Sila vessel worker must have informed her of her status, as she was clad in the red uniform worn by breakers. The garment pulled tightly across her ass and breasts and was rolled up at the ankles and wrists. Her hair was damp, curling around her shoulders, and her skin glowed like a reflective surface under the lights. She was so beautiful and the heat in his chest intensified.
“You are here.” How had this fantastic outcome come to be? His Cathy, with no persuasion, had left her home planet to traverse the galaxies with him.
His earlier efforts had severely drained his energy supplies and he was unable to maintain his position. Rellec laid his head back, not removing his gaze from his mate, fearful she was a remnant of his damage.
His Cathy sat on the edge of his sleeping support and took his hand, her touch more soothing than any fixer’s. “Yes, well, you’re probably wondering about that, eh?” She didn’t meet his gaze, massaging his finger joints. “I mean, we only knew each other for a day and then I presumed…” She placed his palm on her cheek. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“My Cathy.” Rellec closed his eyes, savoring the contact but unable to comprehend her incoherent speech. They’d exchange many words at a later time interval. In this time interval, he was warm and weary and filled with contentment. “You are here.”
Chapter Five
“He doesn’t want me here.” Cathy straightened Rellec’s blanket for the hundredth time, drawing it up to his chin as she waited for him to wake. He’d slept the full day and she had stayed by his side, leaving only to visit the rather scary talking washroom.
Not that he needed her by his side, not anymore. She touched his forehead. His skin was warm but not too warm. He was fine, she reassured herself. He slept because his big alien body needed the energy to heal.
Soon he’d wake up and break her heart, severing the flimsy connection between them, leaving her alone.
“He doesn’t want me,” she repeated, confronting her new worry. “You heard him, and I know you were listening, Vern, so don’t bother pretending you weren’t, eh?” Cathy addressed the Sila fixer standing by the heart monitoring machine. “Rellec didn’t expect me to be here. I surprised him, and not in a good way.”
A weight settled heavy in her chest. “I should have stayed on Earth.” She sat with a thump on the space version of a stool, her bare toes curling around the metallic foot rail. “I’m a zillion miles away from the only planet I know and my big bluish-green alien doesn’t want me.” She slid her hand underneath the cover, needing the physical tie to him. “What am I going to do?” She stroked Rellec’s leg ridges.
“I do not comprehend your damage, Breaker Cathy Lorenski.” Vern called her by her unflattering new title. According to the small fixer, breaking things was a prized skill set on Rellec’s planet. “Fixer Veterellec Lorenski has secured his female, bringing much pride to his family. There will be joyous celebrations upon your arrival, as your offspring will ensure the continuation of his lineage.”
“So he wants me only because I can give him babies?” She pulled her fingers away from Rellec’s body. The situation went from bad to worse. Her alien lover didn’t want her, but he couldn’t send her home, because if he did, he’d disgrace his family, a family she didn’t know how to deal with because she’d never had one.
“He thinks of me as some sort of breeding…cow?” He wouldn’t ever love her, not in the way she loved him, and when he found out she didn’t know how to be a mother or a daughter-in-law or a wife, he’d hate her. Cathy rubbed her hand over her face. This was her biggest disaster yet in a life filled with disasters.
“That comparison is unlikely, as large domesticated ungulates are not native to Sila.” Vern waved a beeping wand over Cathy’s head and frowned, the ridges on his forehead condensing. “Hmmm… Your thought processes are not logical, yet you do not have damage.”
Cathy narrowed her eyes at the young alien. “I’ll give you a tip, Vern. When you meet your own prospective breeding cow, do not tell her she’s illogical. We don’t like hear
ing that.”
“My Cathy,” Rellec murmured, his voice raspy.
“I’m here.” She moved closer to her big alien lover, sat on the edge of the funky-looking bed and she took his hand, the healing warmth of his palm steadying the erratic beating of her heart.
His eyes opened, swirling green and blue, and Cathy leaned over him until his breath wafted reassuringly on her cheek. She touched his face. Other Sila males on board the ship had eyes with the same combination of colors, yet none were as stunning as his.
“You are here, my Cathy,” Rellec repeated.
Cathy’s heart twisted painfully. He hadn’t expected her to return with him. He was surprised and shocked and horrified. She took a deep breath and then released it slowly, the sound whistling through her teeth. “It’s okay, Rellec. I know you don’t want me and I made a mistake, but I’ll fix it. I promise. You won’t be stuck with me.”
An agonizing silence hung in the brightly lit, sterile room. The berth had the illusion of privacy, Vern drawing the curtains partially closed behind him as he exited, but Cathy knew recorded footage from the fixer station broadcast throughout the ship. Their interactions were being monitored and studied by thousands of Sila males anxious to find their own human females.
“You will fix it.” Rellec’s lips pressed together. “There has been damage. Where is this damage?” He winced as he surveyed the machinery-filled room.
“It wasn’t me. I didn’t break anything,” she protested, gazing down at his square chin. It wasn’t her fault their technology was so flimsy and complicated and alien.
“You hide your eyes from me.” Rellec pulled her toward him until they lay stacked upon each other, separated only by a thin blanket and her coveralls. He spread his long fingers over her lower back, securing her to him, and she trembled with excitement, her body responding joyously to his rough embrace. She missed his touch. She missed him.
“Do you require fixing, my Cathy?” Rellec studied her face, concern in his gaze, while his blanket-clad chest heaved, his ridges rubbing against her breasts, teasing her nipples into tautness. His humming cock nestled between her thighs, awakening her slumbering desires.
