by Cynthia Sax
Now she’d please him. Rellec thrust upward with his hips, slamming the tip of his spicka against the back of her throat. His Cathy wrenched her mouth away from him, sputtering and gasping.
Lejno. He damaged his tiny druzka. Rellec stared with horror at her inverted face. “My Cathy.” He lifted her until her arms and legs dangled above the sleeping support.
“Let me down,” she commanded and he immediately obeyed, anxious to fix the damage he’d caused. “And don’t move again or else.” His Cathy pinched his upper thigh, the pain easing his guilt slightly.
“I will not move again,” he vowed, freezing in place.
She turned her head and narrowed her beautiful brown eyes at him. He held himself completely still, determined to be worthy of her touch. “Hmmm…” She reapplied herself to her task, working over his spicka with her hands and lips and mouth, enveloping his body in her softness.
“I will not move.” He stared up at the silver ceiling tiles, her round, pale ass wiggling in and out of his line of sight. She ran her nimble fingers over his shaft, grazing under his tip, and he twitched, the pleasure unbearable. Lejno. She nuzzled his base with her nose. His spicka bobbed.
“I will not move my ass,” he amended. She pumped him with her hands while drawing his varles one at a time into her mouth, rolling them with her tongue. While keeping his ass planted on the sleeping support, Rellec struggled and kicked and peppered their private chambers with “sladky matka, sladky matka, sladky matka”.
His Cathy rotated her mouth to his spicka and her hands to his varles. He whimpered, his muscles stretched tight. Her lips lowered onto his shaft, her wet heat surrounding him, and Rellec shuddered. Lejno. His mate sucked and squeezed until he couldn’t hold back his seed, his need overwhelming his control.
“My Cathy.” He bellowed his satisfaction, levitating off the sleeping support, hot cum pumping from his spicka. She rode his body’s wild bucking, her lips sealed around his shaft, draining him dry and leaving him with nothing. No cum, no thoughts and no worries about their arrival.
* * * * *
Three human hours later and ten human minutes prior to transport vessel departure, Rellec watched his tiny mate pace their sleeping chamber. She stopped in front of a reflective surface, peered at her image and frowned, her forehead creasing.
“I should have worn the other coveralls, don’t you think?” His Cathy plucked at her red garment denoting her as a breaker. They’d fabricated fourteen garments, all with variances Rellec struggled to detect, yet none of them increased her happiness level.
“Hmmm…” He hummed a neutral acknowledgment, as his previous responses had failed to fix her damage.
“She’ll look at me and know. She’ll know I won’t ever fit in.” His Cathy fretted illogically about his dam’s reaction to her presence. She tugged on the sleeves of her body garment. “She’ll hate me.”
“My dam will not…won’t hate you, my Cathy. The hate emotion is not recognized on Sila.” Rellec fastened the closure of his blue garment.
“Just because you don’t recognize hate doesn’t mean she won’t feel it, and she won’t like me, I know that for sure.” His Cathy flicked her hands over his shoulders, smoothing the fabric, her touch causing his cock to hum. “Your mother must have wanted for you to marry a Sila woman, not some alien chick.”
Rellec ignored his mate’s confusing reference to the offspring of domesticated fowl. “In the solar cycle of my conception, one female offspring was produced. During the same interval, fifty million male offspring were produced. The probability of mating with a female native to Sila is low.”
He was glad for those low odds, because without them, the council would have never investigated Earth for druzka sourcing and he wouldn’t have met his Cathy. Rellec fastened his communicator to his garment but didn’t activate it.
“One baby girl?” His Cathy stared at him and he nodded, giving her the Earth signal for an affirmative response.
“Shit. I’m surprised you haven’t attacked Earth, looking for women.” She placed her hand in his as they exited their sleeping chambers, progressing toward the transport vessel’s departing doors. Her trusting action filled Rellec’s chest cavity with warmth.
“That alternative was considered and rejected, as we wish no hostilities with your planet.” Rellec relayed the council’s official communication. He suspected Sila leaders feared a vast influx of antagonistic human females, the transport vessel crew having communicated his Cathy’s aggressive reaction to his near termination. She was primarily a breaker but could easily transform into a warrior.
The transport vessel crew had lined the corridor, their countenances reflecting Rellec’s pride at the successful retrieval of his mate. His Cathy thanked each Sila by his informal name and clasped their hands, generously sharing her touch with all. The males gazed upon her with wonder as many of them had never made contact with a female of any species, other than their dams.
The vessel doors dropped open and Rellec blinked at the glaring lights. Too bright. Unable to detect possible sources of danger, he placed his arm protectively around his Cathy while his vision system fixed. There was a roar of raised voices, the docking bay filled with a rainbow of brightly dressed Sila, garbed in their finest garments, waving banners communicating welcome messages in both English and their native language.
“My Rellec.” His Cathy stepped back into his body, pushing her ass into his groin. “Are you famous? Why are all these people here?” She trembled.
Rellec rounded his shoulders and spread his legs, tucking her tightly to his form and creating a barrier of flesh around her. “None will harm you, my Cathy.” He rubbed her arms, pulsing soothing, healing heat into her skin. “To see a female is a noteworthy occurrence.”
He quickly scanned the crowd and located his family. Dressed in matching fixer blue, they were positioned by a thick metal post wrapped with breaker red in celebration of his human mate’s status.
As he’d instructed, his five brothers watched the rambunctious Silans for threats to his Cathy, their hands on their weapons. His dam’s perceptive gaze traveled between his and his druzka. His solemn sire tapped his head ridge, his actions curt and formal, his expression stoic and his back straight. All was as it should be. Rellec nodded, his hands occupied with fixing his mate.
“Shit.” His Cathy laid her cold hands over his, turning to him for comfort. “We are famous.”
Rellec didn’t know the word “famous”, so he said nothing, entwining their fingers. They stood together, as one, while the elderly green and yellow Captain regaled the audience with an exaggerated account of the voyage, his enthusiastic hand movements a cause of much mirth.
Rellec translated the Silan words for his Cathy, murmuring into her hearing system, and she relaxed against him. Her mouth curled upward and her trembling ceasing.
The exterior docking bay doors slid open and heads turned. A wave of applause cascaded toward Rellec and his Cathy, sweeping over them in a crest of deafening sound. They were here. The remaining tension in Rellec’s food processing region eased. His message had been successfully relayed.
As large warriors parted the wildly cheering crowd, Rellec watched his mate’s expressive face. His Cathy’s plush lips parted and her eyes widened. Her fingernails dug into his arm.
“You are not solitary, my Cathy.” Sila with their tiny human females moved through the attendees, smiling and shaking hands. All had their skulls uncovered, exhibiting their wonderful hairiness, but none were as hairy as his Cathy. Rellec proudly twisted a brown curl around his finger.
“There are more of us.” His Cathy’s speech volume lowered, indicating that her words were only for him to hear. “And that’s awesome, my Rellec, because we can now share our secret Sila love tricks.” Her playful smile made his cock hum. “But I haven’t been solitary since I conked my head on the UFO and fell into your arms.” She leaned into him.
“You will never be solitary again,” Rellec vowed. He desire
d to share every time interval with her, but when that wasn’t possible, others would guard his druzka. “A fellow breaker wishes to communicate with you.”
The human female clad in red beckoned, her stomach region round with an impending offspring. Her watchful Sila mate stood protectively behind her, his warrior arms crossed and head held high. He nodded at Rellec and Rellec nodded back, reluctantly releasing his Cathy. She’d be safe.
“She does? Oh she does. She wants to talk to me.” His Cathy clasped her hands together. “Can I go? Are you sure?” Her skin was bright with pigment.
“You can go.” To increase her joy, he’d part temporarily with his Cathy. Rellec placed his hand on her back and pushed gently. “I will remain stationary in this position.”
“Oh thank you. I’ll be right back.” His Cathy stepped away from him, stopped, turned back and kissed him before she dashed toward the human female. The crowd shouted their approval.
Many human females embraced his Cathy and her mouth moved rapidly, but the distance between them was too great for Rellec’s hearing system. She glanced back at him, he inclined his head and she smiled, at first hovering at the edge of the group, before eventually drifting toward the center. She made many sounds of joy and Rellec’s body warmed.
“Your druzka is small,” his sire remarked in Silan, positioning himself at Rellec’s side. Rellec’s dam and five brothers surrounded them, the younger males shoving and jostling for position. “But she will soon be big with the continuation of our lineage.” Pride strengthened the elder Sila male’s voice and Rellec’s body heat increased. “You will transfer our fixing skills to your offspring, benefiting all of Sila.”
“The time interval for offspring is not current.” His Cathy didn’t yet embrace her role as dam, her face becoming devoid of all color with its reference. “I will continue to court my druzka and instruct her in our ways.”
“We must speak her language,” his dam interceded in English more fluid than his. “And we must learn her ways.” She clucked her disapproval. Her visage shone with a beautifying liquid Rellec had never before seen her wear. “We must make her welcome. If we do not…” Her hands twisted.
It was a sign of damage and Rellec covered his dam’s skin, radiating fixing warmth into her fingers. “Speaking her language and learning her ways will bring my Cathy joy.”
“Because I don’t know your language.” His Cathy took his free hand, her cool palm sliding against his skin. “And I don’t know your ways. I don’t know much of anything. I don’t even know how to have a family.” She chewed on her bottom lip, avoiding his gaze, and Rellec strengthened his grip around her small hand.
“Every being knows how to have a family,” his dam protested, her ridges rattling with concern. “You were born with a sire and a dam.”
“They died. They were terminated when I was eight, car accident.” His Cathy blinked, tilting her face upward. “I was raised by children’s aid.”
“Eight refers to eight solar cycles and children’s aid resembles our council,” Rellec explained to his confused family. He hugged his Cathy close, aware that she had been transferred from domicile to domicile, continuing to transfer domiciles throughout her schooling and occupation solar cycles. She didn’t have brothers as he did. She had been devoid of family.
His dam’s eyes flashed deep blue. “That is an unacceptable occurrence! The council cannot tend to offspring.” She tentatively touched his Cathy’s curly brown hair. “They do not have the knowledge base.”
“They did not value her great skill at breaking,” Rellec added, forcing his anger back.
His Cathy’s gaze met his, and in her eyes he saw damage his fingers itched to fix. “No, they didn’t.” She buried her face into his chest covering, shivering, and he sheltered her within his arms, sharing his body heat. “Not that I broke anything…not intentionally.” Her voice was muffled by the cloth.
“The humans were unworthy of you, my Cathy.” Rellec rubbed his chin into her wonderful hair, relishing her softness. “On Sila, there will be no fear of reprimand. All will celebrate your great breaking skills.”
“And if I break our offspring?” His Cathy’s exhalation of oxygen was irregular. “Because that could happen, my Rellec. I don’t know how to be a good mother and I’ll be a disaster, I’m always a disaster and you’ll hate me. Our kids will hate me.”
“I will fix your damage, my Cathy,” Rellec murmured into her curls. He would do much research, as it was a fix he hadn’t yet attempted.
“Our Cathy,” his dam corrected, wrapping her arms around both of them. “And we will fix. We will relay the ways of the Sila, as I will be your dam, Veterellec’s sire will be your sire and Veterellec’s brothers will be your brothers. We will transfer our knowledge base. We will value your great breaking skills. You are our Cathy.”
Moisture dampened his chest covering, alarming Rellec. He placed his hands on his Cathy’s wet cheeks, studying her face. “My Cathy, are you damaged?” There was color in the white sclera region of her eyes.
“No.” She sniffed, her nasal passages red and dripping with liquid. “I think, for the first time in my life, I’m going to be truly fixed, because of you.” His Cathy kissed him, her lips brushing his flesh, her form softening against his. “I love you, my Rellec.”
His breath hitched at the emotion in her voice. He touched her beautiful face, needing to confirm her presence with his fixer hands. “I love you, my Cathy.” Rellec repeated the earthly expression of bonding and his chest heated with unexplainable warmth.
Chapter Seven
Cathy reclined on the white plastic lounge chair and waited for Rellec’s arrival. He’d be home soon because, although she’d used a discretion credit to keep her appointment and its results out of the media, nothing she did was ever truly private.
The communicator set on the small patio table was turned off. She didn’t want to speak to his family, concerned that Rellec’s perceptive mother would read the emotion in her voice. Rellec was the person she wished to share the news with first and that exchange was best done face-to-face.
Cathy laid her hands on her fluttering stomach and breathed deeply, drawing comfort and strength from her familiar surroundings. Green grass covered the ground, a fence provided some privacy from their persistent fans and pots of happy yellow dandelions sat on the wooden deck. Rellec had created an Earth home for her in his alien world and she treasured this sanctuary.
She had a home. A home. She had a man who loved her. His large family had adopted her, treating her as the daughter or sister they’d never had. And they would soon have… Cathy rubbed her palms soothingly over her bare belly.
The warmth spread along her skin. She widened her circles, her fingertips inching toward the waistband of her bikini bottoms, only to swoop upward along the underside of her breasts.
There was a whoosh of air as a silver spacecraft darted daringly closer. The guard craft intercepted the trespasser, signaling for the flying vehicle to move. It fell back in line with the rest of her hovering audience.
She was never alone and that aroused her. Cathy cupped and squeezed her naked breasts, causing her nipples to tighten, putting on a show for her appreciative males. She licked her fingers one by one before spreading that glistening moisture over her nipples.
Cathy untied her red string bikini bottoms and let her thighs drop open, showing her Sila viewers the hair Rellec found so fascinating. She drew attention to that unkempt bush, twirling her fingertips in her wild curls, wrapping the short strands tighter and tighter until she pulled on her tender skin, revealing her pink pussy.
Millions of Sila males were picturing their big, brightly colored alien cocks probing her entrance, massaging her pussy lips with their vibrating tips. Cathy rubbed her pussy, moaning with the delicious friction. Their cocks dripped for her, for her wet cunt, and they longed to drive into her like desperate horny beasts, filling her pussy again and again before spurting their hot cum inside her.
; They couldn’t fuck her. Cathy plunged her finger into her needy pussy. She belonged only to her Rellec, and every Sila male, however hard and randy, respected their exclusive relationship.
She pumped her pussy, drawing more moisture, more heat, more throbbing. All they could do was watch her fuck herself, unable to touch her, as they stroked their huge cocks.
Cathy moaned, her orgasm descending upon her in a wave of blissful pleasure, and she wiggled with satisfaction, the plastic chair cool against her bare ass. Around the perimeter of the yard, Sila males hollered their releases, splattering their seed upon the wooden boards, fertilizing the grass with their nutrient-rich cum.
Cathy smiled, her eyelids heavy with euphoria, and she slowly, thoroughly licked the cream off her fingers, enjoying the tangy taste of her own juices.
“My Cathy!” Rellec hollered.
Cathy peered up at her large mate. His chest heaved under the blue fixer uniform and his eyes swirled with a reassuring concern. God. She loved him.
“Are you damaged, my Cathy?” He kneeled beside her, touching her face, her neck, her breasts, and Cathy’s passions rose once again.
Her new friend Sophia had shared that Sila males were nervous about fucking their pregnant mates and Cathy wanted one last wild, hard fucking before sharing her news. “I fabricated this today.” She picked up a small glass jar from the side table and handed it to Rellec.
Twisting the top off the jar, Rellec sniffed the contents, his nostrils flaring. He dabbed his finger into the lubricant, the glistening gel covering the tip of his finger. “This substance is unknown to me.”
That finger would feel good rammed up her rectum. Cathy squirmed in anticipation of pure ass-fucking pleasure, having prepared her seldom-fucked hole with increasingly larger butt plugs until she was confident she could take his thick cock with little pain. “It’s lube.”
“It’s…” He widened his unusual eyes and jumped to his feet, rending his coveralls in two with one vicious motion. “You have fabricated lube and I will fuck your ass.” His glorious cock stood straight out from his body, huge and blue and vibrating.
