The Crime of Protection

by Gloria Martin

  “You’re not taking me anywhere you psycho! Okay, I don’t want to know why you were following me. Just stop! The next time I see you I’m calling the police,” I turned my back on him and hurried into my building. I didn’t feel him following me and when I looked over my shoulder he was nowhere to be found. I quickly made my way up to my apartment and checked around me and over my shoulder for any signs of the stalker guy. I breathed a soft sigh of relief when I was safely locked inside of my apartment.

  When I turned from the door to face the living room I saw him sitting there on my couch. He looked at me expectantly and my jaw dropped. “How did you…how did you get in here?” I couldn’t even scream, I just stared wide-eyed and hoped like hell he wasn’t some axe murderer.

  “I managed to procure a spare key to your apartment. I can assure you that I mean no harm. Please sit so I can tell you why I’ve been following you.”

  I had just realized that he had a strange accent, and the way he spoke was almost…robotic. It definitely wasn’t casual. I put both hands on my hips and lifted my chin slightly.

  “Well go ahead and explain.”

  *****

  Josiah

  I almost smiled as I watched Melanie tap her foot impatiently on the hardwood floor. She had this pose of defiance and her expression was mostly annoyed. I figured most women in her position would be frightened, but she hid her true emotions well and seemed ready to throw me out of the window if she had to.

  “Well are you just going to stare at me or what?”

  I smirked and her glare turned into a full-on glower.

  “My name is Josiah and I have been…” I trailed off in uncertainty. I could not truly tell her everything, the very basis of my mission was secrecy. I could not go against Lord Rixon’s orders.

  “You’ve been what? Why can’t you tell me why you’ve been following me? Are you into like…human trafficking?”

  Her words made me take pause. Technically Lord Rixon did want to traffic women from Earth so that they would have Rodonian children. Melanie’s eyes widened in horror and she backed away from me cautiously.

  “No, I do not want to traffic you. I simply cannot share why I have been following you,” I admitted that much and Melanie’s wary expression turned angered and annoyed all over again.

  “That’s bullshit! You have one minute to spill or I’m calling the cops,” Melanie yelled at me, and she reached for the bag she’d dropped on the end table near the door. I leapt over the couch and crossed the short space to her within one breath. I held her wrist firmly in my hand so that she could not reach for the telephone. “What are you doing?! Let me go…” Melanie said with a bite to her tone. She looked up at me with her clear blue eyes and I saw no fear. She was fierce and determined.

  Before I could stop myself or it. I felt the all too familiar stiffening in my sex. Melanie sensed the change in me, perhaps my eyes gave it away. Her gaze became a bit confused and searching. I capitalized on her preoccupation and then leaned in to kiss her. I pressed my lips against hers and she froze for a fraction of a second before she slowly leaned against me. I held both of her hands then, my fingers laced with hers, and I moved my lips against hers as well. They were soft and smooth.

  Melanie broke the kiss abruptly and she pushed against my chest so that I would back away from her. “I don’t know…you’ve been stalking me and you just—kiss me! It’s weird, I can’t…you can’t do this!” Melanie was trying to push me away. I was through with trying to pretend I was watching her other than reasons of my attraction, I knew then that she felt it between us as well.

  “You know me; you just do not know why you feel that you do,” I said. I realized that I was perhaps projecting my own feelings onto her. But it had to be impossible that it was only I that felt that way.

  “I do know you…I just…it feels more like I recognize you. I don’t know how that’s possible,” she admitted softly as her big blue eyes stared up at mine. No matter my report to Lord Rixon, I was going to take Melanie back with me to Rodon. That was a must; I had found my mate on Earth. I bent my head down to kiss her once again and then her hands slid up my arms to grip my shoulders and I picked up her small body.

  I held her bottom in my hands while she wrapped her legs around my waist. I quickly moved with her from the front door to the bedroom and I fell with her onto the bed. Melanie giggled as we plopped down and bounced a little on the bed. The sound of the bed had riotous effects on me. Arousal pumped through my veins and my body felt hot.

  “You’re really warm,” Melanie said as her hands slid underneath the jacket I wore and met the bare skin of my abdomen. She unzipped the jacket and I stood briefly to pull it off. Melanie’s eyes roamed over every inch of bare skin. I could feel her hot gaze touch my chest, stomach, shoulders, and arms. She stood up and let her hands trace every line of my torso. My sex was swollen and I felt the need to be inside her with every breath I took.

  I bent down to press my lips to hers and I slid my tongue into her mouth. The sensation was intoxicating. I caressed her tongue with mine and she moaned softly as she swayed into me. I slid my hands beneath her sweater and pulled it off in one quick motion. Our lips briefly parted, but soon they were back on mine. She was an expert with her mouth; she kissed, licked and nibbled at my lips, driving my blood to roar in my ears.

  I sat her down on the bed and quickly undressed her until she was naked. My eyes and hands touched every inch of her beautiful body. The curve of her calves, her hips and waist. I held her breasts in my hands and became enraptured by the pinkness of her nipples. I leaned down to run my tongue around each and Melanie moaned. Her hand pushed into my hair and her back arched, granting me better access to her breasts.

  I pinched and rolled her other nipple in between my fingers and she moaned once more. I felt I was addicted to the sound and wanted to make her do it more.

  *****

  Melanie

  Josiah was devouring my breasts. He sucked on them, nibbled on them, and ran his tongue all over them. All I could do was hold onto his arm with one hand in his soft hair, and moan. He knew exactly what to do to make me moan and it perplexed me even more. How was I about to have sex with someone I just met, who I’d just accused of stalking me, but who felt as if I’ve known forever?

  It was weird, but once the anger left me I felt safe with Josiah. I felt like we’d been in each other’s presence for years. Not to mention he was sportingly sexy and was doing great things with his mouth. Josiah’s hands pushed me further back onto the bed and then he spread my thighs open. His mouth slid down from my breasts, to my belly button, and then slid down to my sex.

  My hips bucked and Josiah’s silver eyes seemed to gleam as they gazed up at me. He held my hips with his hands, and his tongue slid in between my folds and circled around my clitoris. He drew out a long moan from me and then his tongue started to flick against my clit relentlessly. I cried out and tried to move my hips so I could rub myself on his mouth. His hands held me down though and I couldn’t move much. He increased the pressure on my clit with his tongue and I arched against his mouth.

  Pleasure coursed through my body and my sex was clenching impatiently. My nipples were hardened into peaks and they also ached for his attention. I squeezed my breasts in my hand and pinched then rolled my nipples for some sort of relief. All it did was build up to a huge orgasm that threatened to cascade over me. Josiah slid one finger into me and I clenched tightly around it which caused him to take in a sharp breath.

  Josiah hooked his finger inside of me and pressed against my G-spot. I cried out and then the orgasm rushed right through me with wave after wave of pleasure. I jerked and shook on the bed while he pulled off his jeans and shoes. He was commando underneath and the size of his cock as it sprang free was impressive.

  Josiah climbed onto the bed, between my spread legs, and he pulled me down to meet his cock. He held my legs in his hands from underneath my knees and I guided him inside without prompt. His warm cock twit
ched in my hand and then slid in easily, as I was soaking wet and ready for him.

  He filled me up completely and my vision lost focus at the pleasure of it. My sex clenched tightly around him and I forced myself to focus on his face. He was holding himself with tight restraint, but his eyes were practically glowing. Josiah lowered his body onto mine and he held himself up with his hands. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he moved slowly in and out of me. I was at a loss, I had never had sex that felt so good, so fulfilling before.

  His hips started to move faster against mine, and then faster still. I didn’t even have to ask him, again he just knew how I wanted him to move. I gripped his arms and held on as each thrust sent wave after wave of pleasure up and through me. My sex tightened and quivered around his cock and I knew I was going to come soon. My back arched and Josiah’s arms moved to encircle my waist and I was enveloped in his warmth. He curled over me so that I wouldn’t bear all his weight and then I was fracturing into a million pieces. The orgasm was devastating and I cried out as I shook underneath Josiah. He kept going though and soon my orgasm melded into another. Tears fell from the corner of my eyes as the pleasure grew to be almost painful, just almost.

  Soon after my second orgasm Josiah moaned my name and I soon felt the hot spurt of his release empty into me. I caressed his back as he came and he buried his face in my neck. Once we were both recovered Josiah slowly slid out of me and the evidence of his release leaked out of me. Josiah’s eyes were rapt on it and a slow smirk spread across his face. He stood, completely naked, and walked across the hall into my bathroom before he returned with a cloth to clean me up.

  “That was…” I was at a loss for words and I sounded kind of drunk. I felt like I had the best internal massage and all I wanted to do was curl up with Josiah and sleep. Josiah finished taking care of me and he climbed halfway onto the bed to press a kiss to my lips.

  “You have not yet eaten any dinner Melanie. I will make you something,” Josiah pulled on his jeans and padded out of the room, shirtless. I smiled and then burrowed under the covers. It was all of a sudden cold in the room, I wanted Josiah back already and he was only steps away in my kitchen. I wondered everything about him; what he did, where he was from, why he spoke so properly. I mostly wanted to know why I was so irrationally attracted to him. I was fairly certain it had to do with his eyes. After I got through yelling at him I realized there was kindness in the silver depths. Josiah, for whatever reason, hadn’t been stalking me to kill me or anything; that much I was certain of.

  “I’ve made grilled cheese, it is the only American food I know how to make,” he said. I giggled and he walked over to the bed with a plate of grilled cheese for me to eat. It was pretty good, the cheese was melted perfectly and the bread was nicely buttered and crispy.

  “You know how to make a grilled cheese pretty well I must admit,” I said. Josiah smiled, pleased with himself, and he watched me eat until I was finished. He set the plate aside on my nightstand before getting under the covers with me. As he pulled me firmly against his chest I was glad that for whatever reason he was following me around. By that point, I didn’t want him to leave.

  *****

  Josiah

  Melanie was still sound asleep. My left arm was feeling a bit strange and I needed to fix the stiffness in the elbow joint before she woke up. I carefully replaced myself with a pillow and wrapped her arms around it while I sat up against her headboard. I flexed my arm and felt that there was indeed some stiffness. The doctors who had given me the robotic enhancements told me that if this ever happened all I needed to do was detach and reattach. Whatever was the cause of the stiffness would reset and fix itself. I pressed against the depression on the inside of my elbow and then turned my forearm. There was a muted click, and then the arm twisted off cleanly. I saw the stainless metal of the inner working of my new arm and the odd blue coated wire ends that waited to be reattached.

  I quickly twisted on the arm once more and the muted click was heard. The numbness that spread through my arm, when I detached a part of it, quickly fled and I flexed my arm and made sure everything was normal once again. I was ready to take Melanie in my arms once again, but when I looked down at her she was staring up at me with wide, horrified eyes.

  “What are you?” she said, her voice a choked whisper. She slowly sat up and moved away from me. I briefly panicked at the thought that she could be frightened of me and not want to see me any longer.

  “Please do not be afraid…I am not all mechanical, I simply have robotic arms and legs…” I expressed myself in completely the wrong way and I closed my eyes in exasperation with myself. “Can you listen to my explanation without running from me?” I asked her and she studied my face before she gave a slow nod.

  “I am not from this planet…I come from a planet called Rodon a few galaxies away. My race is endangered due to a devastating war that nearly wiped us out. My king so to speak sent me here to see if it would be possible for Rodonian men to mate with human women, if it would be possible to bring human women to our planet without any messy repercussions. I’ve been here for six months observing the lives of women and that is how I came across you…” I hoped she did not find any offense or any reason to throw me out of her apartment.

  “So you’ve been studying me? That’s why you were following me?” Melanie asked, anger creeping into her tone. I saw as she quickly masked the hurt in her eyes. Melanie pulled the blankets higher around her body to hide herself from me. “How many other women have you done this with? How many others have you followed around and seduced?” Melanie could not mask the hurt in her voice and I moved to comfort her, but she was a stubborn woman as I was beginning to see, and she gave me a warning glare. “Answer my question,” she said angrily.

  “I have not done this with any other woman; you are the only one I have followed around at length. The only one I found myself attracted to and enraptured by…I was hoping to bring you back to Rodon with me so that we could be married,” I was truthful with her and transparent. I wanted her to see that I meant no harm.

  “You want to…you want to take me back with you?” Melanie’s voice was slightly dazed and her expression confused. I nodded in earnest and she bit her lip before a shy smile spread across her face. “It would be a cool adventure.” Her small smile turned into a full-on grin and I breathed a sigh of relief.

  “You would not spurn me then?” I asked in all hopes she would agree to come with me.

  “No…I’ve got nothing here so I’d like to come with you. Yeah.” Melanie smiled up at me, her expression free and clear of doubt. She really wanted to be with me! I smiled joyously and picked her up from the bed into an enveloping hug.

  “Well, let us go now then! My term on this planet is up and I must return to Lord Rixon with my report.”

  I quickly dressed, excited to present Melanie to Lord Rixon and to be married to her so that she would belong to me in all ways.

  “Wait, don’t you want to shower with me first?” Melanie walked towards the bathroom completely naked, her hips swaying enticingly and her round backside moving in kind with every step. I was enraptured and briefly forgot about my haste to return to Rodon. I all but ripped off my clothing and chased after her into the shower. I could scarcely keep my hands off of her and I wondered how we would ever get back to Rodon in the time that I was expected to return.

  We finally managed to get ready to depart and I advised her that the city of Voltaire in Rodon was also in the beginnings of winter. She dressed in a blue sweater, jeans, and black boots. Her hair was styled as it always was, enticingly curly and seemingly wild as it hung loose around her shoulders. As I watched her take a few pictures and things she wanted to keep with her all I wanted was to take her back to that bed again.

  I refrained though, and once Melanie had collected all of her sentimental items into a duffel bag I took her hand and we left her apartment for the last time to travel the short way to my space craft. I had hidden it in an abandon
ed subway tunnel that let out to a cave where people slept and hid from the cold at night. Those people would not be believed if they told of their having seen a sleek black jet fly out of the tunnel and into the sky.

  *****

  Josiah

  Melanie and I made it to the space craft and her eyes widened. “I mean I figured you had to be telling the truth because I saw your cyborg arm, but…this just made it all real,” Melanie whispered as I helped her get into the hatch. She settled in the seat behind mine and I made sure she fastened the protective restraints before I got in and the glass hood enclosed around us.

  “So Rodon and Earth are similar right? I won’t die if I breathe the air?” Melanie asked. I chuckled.

  “If that were so I would never bring you there in the first place,” I said.

  She was excited, yet nervous. That much was easy to tell. The space craft came to life and I inputted Rodon’s coordinates and told the craft to launch. It hovered off of the ground and then shot forward out of the cave and into the sky. If any of the homeless men had blinked, they would not have seen us whizz by.

  “It goes so fast! But we’re not stuck to our seats, that’s incredible…”

  I smiled, she would be dazzled by many of the advancements on Rodon compared to those of Earth. We had just broken Earth’s atmosphere into space when I received the transmission.

  “Josiah, comment.” It was Lord Rixon. His voice echoed through the small craft and brought me to attention. I sobered at the gravity of his tone. Why was he transmitting to me personally?

  “Lord Rixon, I am on my return to Rodon,” I informed him and waited for his reply.

  “Rodon is under attack; word got out to our Lorascan enemies that we are now an endangered race. They have moved against our planet with endeavors to eradicate our race altogether.”

  The grave news sent ice through my veins and my heart grew hot with anger and hate for the Lorascan villains who thought they could stomp us out.