by Cynthia Sax
“I’m fine,” Cathy murmured, her voice husky with want. Over the last two weeks, she’d touched him with a medical detachment, tending to his big, muscular physique while ignoring her own building sexual needs. She wiggled into his reclining form, flattening her curves against his rugged edges, searching for relief.
“Ahhh… You are not fine. You are damaged.” Rellec nodded, his hands dropping to her ass, squeezing her flesh, pressing her throbbing mound to his hardness. “And I will fix you, my Cathy.” He pushed upward with his hips.
If Rellec was offering her no-strings sex, she’d climb on top of him and fuck him silly, but his overtures hid a more devious purpose. “You want to have kids, offspring.” Cathy stared at his pronounced collarbone. “That’s why you want to fuck me.”
She wasn’t the right female for him. She knew nothing about raising kids or being a mom, and when she failed at that, as she did at everything else, he’d hate her. Their kids would hate her.
Rellec frowned, his skin turning a dark blue. “I wish offspring, but that uncontrollable outcome is not my primary motive for fucking.” He paused, his head tilting to the side.
“I can not decipher my motives, as they defy logic. The simulators were designed to resemble you, yet my physical reactions were not as intense. There is a heat originating in my chest cavity when I fuck you.” He placed her hand on his chest. His heart beat, strong and true, under her fingertips. “That heat reoccurs when you touch me and when you smile and when I contemplate you.”
Cathy rubbed circles into his muscles with her fingertips. Was he telling her he loved her? Fixer Vern had imparted, during their long conversations by Rellec’s sickbed, that Sila men didn’t have a term for love, their primary concern being reproduction.
But that didn’t mean they didn’t feel love. Cathy traced a ridge on Rellec’s chest. Her big alien lover had almost died for her, and he wanted her as she wanted him. “I feel a heat when you touch me too, my Rellec.” The connection remained between them, stronger than ever.
And God, he felt like home.
Cathy folded down his blanket to stroke more of his ridges, kissing and licking his exposed skin, tasting salt, minerals and aroused male. His flavor, foreign yet somehow right, tingled on her tongue.
“Sladky matka.” Rellec groaned. “While my damage was being repaired, I visualized our fucking many, many times.” He clasped her waist, struggling to sit up, his breathing heavy, deep lines of effort etching his mouth.
“I did too.” She raised her head, her gaze shifting from his hard cock to his fading scar and then back to his hard cock. “In my dreams, we fucked in all different positions.”
Different positions. Cathy pushed away from Rellec, easily breaking her powerful lover’s weakened hold. She slid off the space bed to stand by his side, her legs braced slightly apart, her chin lifted, prepared for an argument from her stubborn male. “But you’re still sick and fucking can be strenuous, leading to a relapse.”
Rellec opened his mouth and she pressed her right index finger against his lips, hushing him. “So if we do this, we do this my way.” She turned her head slightly. Fixer Vern watched them through the gap in the curtains. Cathy’s pussy moistened and her hands trembled as she slowly unzipped her ill-fitting red coveralls, revealing the curves of her breasts, the indent of her navel, the pubic hair Rellec was so fascinated with.
“Following my rules.” She shimmied the garment off her shoulders and the fabric fell to the metallic floor with a sensuous swish. Cathy inhaled sharply at the room’s frigid temperature, her nipples puckering into aching tightness. Rellec’s eyes swirled dark blue with passion and his tongue darted between his lips, a lifetime of not being wanted evaporating under his heated gaze.
“And one of my rules is you lie back and enjoy the show.” Cathy cupped her breasts, lifting and pressing the slight curves together. The curtain rustled and she turned toward the noise. Fixer Vern peeked through the gap, watching her.
“Yes. Look at me.” She swayed her hips, dancing in front of the camera, rubbing her lithe body.
“Watch me.” She faced away from Rellec, gathered up her long hair and let it fall, the curls bouncing against her bare ass.
“My Cathy.” He braced himself up by the elbows, his mouth pulling into a wince. “I must fuck you.”
“You’re not to move.” She licked her finger before waving it at him, her skin glistening with moisture.
“I am not to move?” Rellec scowled, the ridges on his forehead condensing. “That rule is impossible to adhere to, my Cathy. To adequately fuck you, I must—”
“Do nothing.” She braced her hands on Rellec’s chest and swung her left leg over his flat stomach, brazenly straddling him, his flesh warm and hard and stimulating against hers.
Rellec’s protests stopped and his eyes widened.
“I want you to watch me.” Her gaze lifted to Fixer Vern. His cock pressed against his blue coveralls. “Only watch.” Cathy smiled smugly down at Rellec as she sat upon his muscular torso, her pussy juices drenching his blue and green skin.
“You’re to stay still, my big, bad alien.” Cathy bent over and covered Rellec’s open mouth with hers, licking between his parted lips, lapping up his sweetness. “Perfectly still,” she whispered, intoxicated with power. “Because I’m going to rock your colorful world.” As she sucked on his tongue, she bumped backward until his vibrating cock nestled between her ass cheeks. He moaned into her mouth.
“I’m a real woman.” Cathy undulated, dragging her nipples across his ridges, the sweet friction flowing to her womb. She rested her cheek on his chest, staring into the camera. “I’ll teach you things no simulator ever could.”
“Yes. I will learn to please you.” Rellec’s hands curled into fists, his knuckles turning blue, his intensity making her stomach flutter.
“You do please me.” Cathy pushed off of him, straightening. “I’ll show you how.” She’d show them all how. She leaned back, placed her feet on his shoulders and spread her quivering thighs, opening her body fully to the watching eyes. The curtain swished as Fixer Vern hastily adjusted his view.
“I like it when you play with my pussy. Up and down.” She licked her fingertips and strummed her folds, spreading her pussy juice. “Or round and round.” She circled her pink flesh, swiping her clit with each rotation. “That’s my favorite.” Her body hummed with desire.
“Round and round. Yes, my Cathy.” His gaze followed her fingers, his blue and green swirling eyes synchronizing with her hand movements. Hot damn. He was so perfect for her.
She needed his touch. “My breasts are cold.” Cathy uncurled his clenched fingers and placed his palms on her skin, the physical contact strengthening the emotional bond between them. “Squeeze them with your warm fixer hands.”
He spread his rough fingers over her, gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing, as she rubbed her pussy. “Ohhh…” Her eyelashes fluttered. “That feels so good.” His heat spread downward.
“You smell good, my Cathy.” His nostrils flared. “I wish to fuck you with my mouth.” He licked his bottom lip with his thick, soft tongue.
“You—” Cathy choked as a corresponding need rolled through her. “You can eat me out later.” Her body coiled tight with anticipation. “Right now, I’m finger-fucking myself.” She raised her voice, ensuring the audio picked up her dirty words. “Making myself wet and slick for your cock.” Too wet. Too slick. She ached to be filled.
“Your cock is huge.” Cathy slid one finger into her pussy, trembling at the sensual slide of flesh against flesh. “One finger isn’t enough.” She clenched her ass cheeks around his shaft, his vibrations flowing up her spine.
She added a finger, and then two, pumping herself vigorously, the sucking sound of fingers in wet pussy echoing in the fixer berth. “Three won’t even do the trick.” She panted, working her pussy hard. “Only your cock will fill me the way I need to be filled.”
“I will fuck you, my Cathy.” Re
llec’s eyes spun faster with passion, his expression strained and his cock humming in time with her hand. Fixer Vern stroked to the same rhythm, his fingers stretched around his engorged cock, his legs braced and his blue coveralls pooled around his feet.
“Not yet.” God. There was something so sexy about a male fucking himself. Fixer Vern’s eyes were partially closed, his face strained with sexual anguish as he treated his body with an arousing roughness. She lifted her hips, offering her body to the small fixer’s fantasies.
Rellec recaptured her attention with a sharp pinch at her right breast, her pink nipple caught between two of his blue and green fingers. Cathy gasped as he gently closed them, squeezing her flesh, her pleasure-pain spiraling upward until all of her clenched with ecstasy.
“Yes, oh, yes!” She screamed her release, rocking on the male she loved, grinding her pussy on his stomach ridges, her wetness soaking his vibrant skin.
“I fix you, my Cathy.” He grinned, and her heart flipped. She thought she’d never again see his smile, or experience his touch, or feel him inside her.
“I’ll fix you, my Rellec,” Cathy vowed, pushing her ass upward, her thighs shaking with orgasmic after-tremors.
“I’m going to ride you so hard, take your cock so deep into me, you’ll feel the heat, that sweet heat, down to your big toes.” She positioned his cock at her entrance, teasing her clit with his reverberating tip, spreading his pre-cum over her pussy lips. Only Rellec made this delicious tension coil within her.
“When we’re apart and you think of me, you’ll think of this fucking.” She lowered, sinking farther and farther, his cock sliding up into her until her clit brushed against his pubic bone, his thick alien shaft filling her. This was what she needed. A joining to last forever.
“My Cathy.” His hoarse tone expressed naked passion. As Cathy sat upon him, impaled upon his humming shaft, the heat Rellec referred to earlier rippled out from her heart. She loved him as she had never loved another being. It was overwhelming and incredibly scary and she wouldn’t trade this heart-wrenching passion for a lifetime of security.
Cathy leaned forward and tenderly, gently kissed Rellec. The angle of her body caused his cock to press against her inner walls, massaging her with vibrations, drawing more heat and more passion from her inner core.
Rellec clutched her closer, his hands on her back, his chest unyielding and his mouth hungry. She opened to his sensual assault, excited by his domination, and he nibbled, sucked and pulled on her bottom lip before surging inside her.
Yes. Cathy moved against him, rubbing her breasts against his ridges, unabashedly taking pleasure from their connection. She craved the contact, the touch of his body, the feel of his cock inside her and the taste of his mouth.
“My Rellec.” Cathy nuzzled his neck, inhaling his scent and licking his skin as she rode him. All her senses were focused on him, the alien she loved, and she couldn’t get enough of his big body. She squeezed and released his shaft with her pussy muscles until he groaned, his hands dropping to her moving hips.
Rellec answered her unspoken plea. He lifted and slammed her down harder and harder, faster and faster, her ass smacking on his muscular thighs, the stinging pain sharpening her pleasure.
She propelled downward as he drove up. More. More. More. They battled with and for each other, fighting for their release. Their fucking was wild and raw and wonderful, two species joined in one cause.
“Fuck me, my Rellec. Fuck me hard.” Cathy moaned, her pussy throbbing from his sweet abuse. He grunted, his face dark with determination and his jaw clenched with restrained desire.
She was so close, her body vibrating in time with his cock, and he quickly approached the end of all control. Cathy snaked her fingers between their thrashing bodies and captured her clit.
“Now.”
He rammed into her with all his strength, burying his cock in her pussy, filling her with fierce, intense spurts of cum. She tapped that pleasure spot and shattered, her orgasm eclipsing all others, with the scream torn from her throat slicing through the silent room. She thrust her head back, arching her spine, her eyes squeezed closed, tears tracking down her cheeks.
“My Rellec,” she sobbed, crumpling onto his heaving chest.
“My Cathy.” Rellec wrapped his arms around her, his grip solid and sure and welcoming. “You fixed me.” He rested his chin on her hair.
She turned her head, her moist cheek resting on Rellec’s heated skin. Fixer Vern’s cock was limp and spent, his cum splattered on the fixer station floor and his highly intelligent eyes were unfocused, his dazed expression mirroring Rellec’s.
Cathy smiled with satisfaction, snuggling deeper into Rellec’s body. His cock was still inside her. His warm hands rested on her ass.
A companionable silence fell upon them, as warm and comfortable as a favorite blanket, and her big alien’s breathing leveled into a steady rhythm. She glanced at his face. His eyes were closed, his lips curled into a satisfied smile.
Her Rellec slept.
Chapter Six
“Our next slumber will be within our domicile, my Cathy.” Four sleep cycles later, Rellec hugged his mate to his naked body. Their breathing was the only sound in the sleep chamber. His communicator rested on the side table, remaining in deactivated mode. Upon arrival, he’d share his Cathy with his sire, dam and brothers, but for now, she was exclusively his.
“Hmmm…” She nuzzled her chin into his neck, her body heat holding him in an invisible embrace. “I’ll miss the ship. Everyone has been so nice.” Rellec tilted his head to the side and her soft lips traveled over his exposed skin, sending waves of pleasure along his spine to his fingers and toes.
“You know what?” his Cathy asked. Rellec opened his mouth. “We should leave the boys with a little something”—she answered her own query—“a thank-you present.” Her hand brushed his hard spicka and his gyrations intensified. “What do you think?”
“I think we will fuck.” He didn’t think. He’d do. Rellec tugged off the covering fabric, observing his Cathy’s delectable body. She was pale and hairy and she smelled of her pussy juices. His spicka hummed.
His Cathy glanced toward the monitoring machinery. All of his human mate’s activities were recorded to better understand her species, with that recording broadcast throughout the vessel. Although Rellec preferred no other male see his Cathy’s naked form, the lack of privacy was the price he paid for a mate.
He’d pay that price and much more. Rellec stroked the small of her back, her skin soft and unprotected by ridges. He had terminated for his mate, an action abhorrent for a fixer, and he’d, without contemplation, terminate his own being to keep her safe.
“You can fuck my face.” His Cathy turned to face his curled toes, her ass wiggling in the air, and Rellec ran his palms over her curves, rubbing his thumbs along the crevice between her ass cheeks. No lube. He sighed.
“While you eat my pussy.” She backed up until her knees straddled his hearing system and her pussy was positioned over his head. He breathed in deeply, inhaling her fragrance, and he brushed her private hair with his fingers, exposing her pinkness. No lube necessary. He grinned. “Top or bottom? Your choice.”
“I—” Rellec’s response evaporated as she licked his cock head, pleasure flooding his brain.
“I love sucking your big alien cock.” Her tongue brushed his skin, probing his slit, and Rellec jerked. “I like to lick you all over and then take your huge blue cock head into my mouth.” Her lips parted, her breath caressing him for several heartbeats before she wrapped them around his shaft.
“Sladky matka.” She made him crazed when she touched him. “I need to taste your pussy.”
Rellec grabbed her ass with his hands and lowered her pussy onto his mouth. She was wet and ripe with her delicious juices and he feasted on her hungrily, slurping up her moisture while she moaned, her lips humming around his vibrating shaft.
“I’m going to fuck you with my mouth, my Rellec.” She re
moved her lips to torment him with words, every issuance of her claiming stripping Rellec of his control.
“It’ll be as tight and hot and wet as my pussy,” his Cathy promised, her voice a sensual murmur. “I’ll fuck you and lick you while I fondle your hairless balls, and then when you lose control, shooting your load into my mouth, I’ll swallow each drop of your cum, drinking you down, filling my belly, my body with your seed.”
Rellec’s varles tightened, drawing close to his body. “I will fuck you with my mouth, my Cathy,” he vowed in return. “I will stick my tongue in your pussy. I will breathe air upon your clit. You will yell affirmatives with no questions asked and your pussy will reward my efforts with liquid.”
“Oh my God,” she moaned, sucking his spicka into her mouth. His shaft rested on her rough tongue and she pulled at him with tiny, tender tugs, her cheeks indenting. Rellec gritted his teeth, the urge to thrust almost overpowering.
Her pleasure first. He renewed his assault on his Cathy’s pussy, licking her clean, sucking her dry. He thrust his tongue deep inside her to scoop up her hidden moisture. He became intoxicated on her luscious flavor, the room spinning around him.
As his mate bobbed over his spicka, fucking him with her hot mouth, Rellec spread her folds with his fingers, rubbing and caressing, and pushed back the skin around her clit, exposing that sweet spot. He flicked his tongue lightly over her clit. She yelped and attempted to circumvent his tongue, but he gripped her ass tightly, forcing her compliance.
His Cathy retaliated by squeezing his aching varles, inflicting duress upon Rellec’s control. He groaned, fighting the desire to spill his seed. Not yet. She ground her pussy against his face ridges and he targeted her clit, sucking the tiny nub.
“Fuck!” she screamed, her body shaking. Liquid filled Rellec’s mouth and he slurped up every drop, savoring her delicate taste and cleansing her with his tongue. The heat in his chest matched the warmth on his lips. He’d pleased his Cathy.
