Fire Planet Warrior's Captive (Science Fiction BBW/Alien Romance)

by Calista Skye

  Vrax'ton moved further down her front, kissing her ribcage and making her aware that all of her was just one erogenous zone.

  How could the skin on her upper stomach give her this much pleasure? She had hardly been aware of it before, and now every spot he touched became the center of her being.

  Her breath caught in her mind when it became clear to her that he was on the way towards her womanly center. His kisses and caresses were light and seemingly random, but the trend was clear - he was aiming for her heat.

  Again he slowed down, as if he knew what she was anticipating and wanted to remind her once more that this would happen the way he decided it. Gods, she wanted his mouth on her slit. But he made her wait for it, forced her to take what he was giving her. The contrast between his tough warrior exterior and the tenderness he was showing her sent her mind spinning. The complexity of this man!

  He went down low on her abdomen and kissed randomly on her hot skin, and she knew that each one could be the one that hit her most sensitive spot, each one could be the one that made her pelvis sparkle with lust and heat.

  But he made her wait. He made a track down one hip, going close to her sex but not touching it directly. Then he shifted his attention to the other side and did the same there, not in perfect symmetry, keeping her guessing about where the next one would land. Maybe the next one would hit her clit. Or the one after that. Or ...

  And then there was a pause that could only end with-

  She bucked her hips and gave an ecstatic, happy yelp when finally she felt his lips on her sensitive clit. She was sure it had to be standing proud of its hood, because she had never felt it more electric to any touch.

  And if he kept going, she would come right there. She hoped he knew it and that he would not get her off like this. She wanted to come, but she wanted to come with him inside her.

  Of course he knew it. One kiss was enough for him right now, and he moved further down her slit that now felt so hot and receptive even a touch of the breeze might get her off.

  No, he knew perfectly well what he was doing. Her skin here was sensitive, but he wasn't going to stroke so hard that he set her off prematurely.

  His tongue snaked around her sizzling flesh and the wet sounds he made that close to her center almost made her blush. She doubted she had ever been so wet before.

  The sensations changed and became deeper and more primal. Through the fog of delight she became aware that his tongue was circling her opening, and that she was very sensitive there right now, and that if he pushed it further in, then ...

  He clearly realized that she was on a hair trigger and worked his way back up. But that would set her off for sure. If he touched her clit just once, she would come. She reflexively opened her legs further in both invitation and warning.

  “Not like that,” she panted. “Cock. With your cock. Fuck me.”

  And as if that was what he had planned all along, which probably it was, a split second later his cock was pushing into her, hard and unrelenting.

  Harper whimpered as her whole pussy exploded in feminine ecstasy and came alive with their common heat as he started to pound her mercilessly with that totally alien and totally wonderful miracle of a cock he had. Fireworks were going off in her head and in her body and as soon as she felt the vibration on her clit she went over the edge in a scream that she could hear echoing from the hillsides.

  Vrax'ton didn't let up. He was fucking her so hard and fast she just knew she would walk funny later, but she didn't care. She just wanted it to never stop, wanted him to fuck her into eternity. She heard him yell a war cry as he unloaded his hot juice inside her, spraying her cervix with a hard, pulsating stream that made her feel more alive and more honored than she had ever been. A weird, but certain thought flashed through her mind: This was life. He was showing her what life was.

  She sobbed once in gratitude and unspeakable sexual bliss as he slowed down and let her orgasm play itself out.

  She shivered and felt her spine turn to liquid heat. “I love you,” she gasped.

  He placed his face close to hers, his cock still deep in her. His eyes burned through her soul and she loved it, loved being his. “And I love you, my Mahan.”

  - - -

  The sun had just passed below the horizon, and Harper looked up at the sky. Some stars were appearing in the dark blue sky. “It's pretty clear. I don't think it matters that much, but without clouds it just makes it that much more obvious for the girls.”

  Vrax'ton got to his feet. “Then work should begin for early completion.”

  Harper looked beyond the jungle. The sky was dancing and undulating in orange and red, reflecting the fire beneath. And now she was sure she could see actual flames, too – bright yellow spikes that shot up from the ground and reached thousands of feet into the air. And that was just for a normal fire. She did not like that idea of an Inferno Year that Vrax'ton had talked about.

  They walked back down into the jungle and started preparing for what Harper had in mind. They harvested some pieces of flammable fruit and Vrax'ton lit them on fire by producing the sparks with his axe. Then they harvested many more fruits and arranged a bunch of them around each of a hundred tree trunks they selected, slitting the skin of each little fruit so the alcoholic juice bubbled out.

  “It doesn't have to be that big,” Harper said. “Just big enough to attract attention.”

  They worked in silence, and it took them hours to do. But when they were finished, the moon Gideo was high in the sky over them and Harper saw no reason to wait.

  “So now we light the fruits on fire, the fruits burn and ignite the trees, and then the trees burn for hours spelling out a huge H that the guys back on base just can't miss when they check the telescopes. Probably the computer will sound the alert, too. I mean, they have to understand that it's me, right? H for Harper?”

  Vrax'ton gazed over at the fire. “Who knows what Harper's friends will understand from strange rescue symbol burning in jungle. But Vrax'ton agrees to wait. Suggest not get hopes up.”

  They went from tree to tree and ignited all the little piles of alcoholic fruits at their roots. Then they went back up the the hill a little to see what it looked like.

  “Doesn't look like much,” Harper said, disappointed. “Only the fruits are burning, but the trees aren't catching fire.”

  Vrax'ton tapped his lips with one finger. “Looks like bark too thick. Trees have evolved to not be ignited by just any random lightning strike or spark. Only Fire itself can set trees alight.”

  Harper laid her head back and looked up at the moon Gideo where her friends were and where the telescopes were trained on exactly this part of Bry, close to the fire. So near and yet so far-

  Suddenly a flame shot from one tree on one end of the H, from the roots and all the way up to the top, and the tree was burning brightly. It was followed by another and another. Soon both parallel lines of the H was on fire, and then the shorter line in the middle started burning in the same way.

  Soon they looked out over a large, burning H at the edge of the jungle.

  “I guess they just needed to get warmed up for a while,” Harper said happily. “My goodness, they'll see that thing from Earth itself!”

  Vrax'ton eyes went narrow. “That wasn't fruit. Fruit piles burned out. That was something else- ah.”

  A shadow flew past the moon, and for a moment it formed an ancient and iconic image.

  “Our dragon!” Harper exclaimed. “You don't think ... no, it's too crazy. But the dragons in the old myths could blow fire. The hottest fire in the world.”

  Vrax'ton scratched his chin. “That is reason we call them firebirds. Can blow hot fire. Possibly firebirds use talent to reignite Fire if blaze in danger of going out. Fire extinguished would mean death for them and all beings on Bosh.”

  The shadow that had to be the dragon shot away from them and over the treetops of the jungle, and Harper waved happily. “Thaaaaaank yooouuuuuuu!”

  The tr
ees forming the H burned merrily with flames that were more white than yellow. The light was very intense, and Harper shuddered at the idea of every tree in the forest burning that intensely. But soon they would, when the Fire came.

  She peered up at the moon where Gideo Station was now probably going crazy. “The girls can use the shuttle to come here and pick us up. They'll probably fly over the H and check for living beings with the infrared sensor. If they leave now, it will take them about eight hours to get here.”

  She was hoping to make Vrax'ton as happy and optimistic as she was, but the large warrior didn't smile. He took her hand and pulled her with him further up the hill. “Trees burn fiercely. Vrax'ton hope they will not set other trees on fire. If happens, Harper and Vrax'ton are dead.”

  A spike of cold fear shot through Harper. She hadn't thought about that. “I didn't know they'd burn this hot. But there's no wind anymore.”

  “Flames shoot straight up,” Vrax'ton agreed. “Probably won't ignite neighboring trees. Is fortunate. Still, must get distance between Harper and small fire. Cannot yet be certain.”

  Harper ran along with him up the hill. The heat from the Fire was behind them, and she felt sweat running down her back and forehead.

  Vrax'ton pulled her after him. “If Harper idea and venture is to have meaning, must stay close to rescue symbol burning in forest. Bosh is large planet. Harper's friends might just as easily mistake pack of predators for Harper.”

  They got to the top of the little hill and looked over the jungle. The fire sent occasional long flames up They sat down on the grass and Harper wiped the sweat off her forehead. “Yeah. And when we stay close to the H, we're pretty much gambling on them actually coming here and finding us.”

  She looked up at the moon Gideo. The idea that had seemed so great just a half hour ago was now starting to crumble in her mind. There were so many 'ifs' about it. The only thing she was sure about was that the guys back on base would see the H and conclude that it was not a natural phenomenon. Would they realize that it was her? Would they decide to send a shuttle? Would the shuttle be able to find her? Would they be able to land and take off again? Would they be there in time? Going down to Bry to save someone wasn't something they'd ever talked about, because why would anyone be there in the first place? No one had predicted the existence of terrible rapist aliens abducting the people working on Gideo. There were no procedures for rescuing anyone on Bry.

  “It's eight hours before they can be here at the earliest,” Harper said. “I think we have to take that gamble.”

  Vrax'ton nodded. “Is best chance for Harper and Vrax'ton. Be gloriously happy that chance exist. Harper's plan good. Harper is smart and valiant Earth woman, handles lethal Fire Planet like warrior being tested.” And then, finally, he smiled.

  The sight of his white teeth and his serious face breaking up and becoming boyish was like flicking a switch in Harper's mind, and again the plan seemed pretty good to her. Of course it would work!

  Her spirit soared. She smiled right back and then they just looked at each other like moony-eyed lovers for a good minute while heat and need suddenly washed over her.

  Harper snaked one hand in between Vrax'ton's tree trunk-sized thighs and cupped his obvious hardness there while her other hand pulled the zipper in her jumpsuit down. “And if we have to wait anyway, I have some ideas about how we can pass the time.”

  13

  - Harper -

  Harper checked her watch. Nine hours had passed, and her good spirits were gone again. Their little fire had burned itself out, and now in the dawn light the only thing that could be seen was a black H among the colorful treetops in the jungle. The Fire was now no longer behind the horizon, but visible as a yellow chaos in the distance. Now it was probably passing across and incinerating terrain where Harper and Vrax'ton had walked the day before. The thought made her shudder.

  “How long do we wait before we call it a bust?”

  Vrax'ton's eyes went to her chest, and then he frowned. “Bust?”

  “As in failure. As in, the plan didn't work. As in, we just wasted probably ten or eleven hours that we could have spent running.”

  Vrax'ton got to his feet. “Not wise to run in night time. Now that firebird gone, animals dangerous again. Some hergs close by. But some time gone that cannot be recovered.”

  She gazed up at the sky. There was no movement, no shuttle coming. The moon had set some time ago. “You don't think they're just waiting for daylight before they come here, so that they can actually see us and search without having to rely on the infrared sensor?”

  Vrax'ton looked down at her, and she thought she detected amusement in his face. “Harper's friends are not known by Vrax'ton. Seems possible. Also seems possible that in rescues, time aspect is of fantastic importance. Waiting to rescue often means that rescuers rescue dead person.”

  Harper nodded. Damn it. Any one of a thousand things could have gone wrong with that plan. She got to her feet and pulled the zipper back up. “Well, I guess we should get going again. I don't like the idea of just sitting here and wait to be cooked.”

  “Easier to find Harper in mountains,” Vrax'ton pointed out as they began walking again. “No treetops to obscure view of ground. Will move directly away from fire and rescue symbol in straight line, make logical and easy trail for Harper's friends to follow. Harper's plan not a bust. Still a good plan. Still in force. Still hope. Good hope.”

  She nodded and made sure to hide the tears of disappointment that were filling her eyes. His gentle words moved her. She almost wished he would be angry and blame her for the backfiring plan, but that was obviously not his style. He was making it easy for her, making the most of a bad situation, not blaming her for a plan that hadn't worked.

  She forced the tears down and sighed. He was the best man she'd met. By far. And of course she had to meet him just days before her now inevitable death. She looked at his broad back, so strong and so agile. “Why the hell couldn't you have come to Earth and found me years ago?” she demanded.

  He glanced at her over his shoulder, confused. “Hm?”

  No, he didn't need or deserve her going crazy on him now. She forced a half-smile. “Never mind. Girl stuff.”

  They walked fast. The ground was rocky and burned in some places, but all over there was more than enough plants to keep the Fire going. The reek of the flammable chemicals that filled the stems and leaves of the plants was different from the jungle. It was sharper and more intense.

  Harper picked up a blade of grass and brought it to her nose. The kerosene smell was like a steel brush in her sinuses and it made her eyes water. Yep, this would fuel the Fire just fine.

  “Do you think there's any bare rock up in the mountains?”

  He gazed behind them and scanned the horizon, like he did with regular intervals. “Vegetation everywhere. All will burn. Mountains not tall enough to deter things from growing on them. Everything on planet has one objective: keep Fire going at all cost.”

  Harper kept looking up, hoping to see a shiny metallic shuttle streaking across the sky right for them. But the sky was always empty. No one seemed to be coming for them.

  For the first time she had to seriously consider the possibility of dying. Burning. It didn't seem like a good way to go. Maybe at the end, when they were facing a wall of fire and all hope was out, Vrax'ton would take his axe and just chop her head-

  “Oof!” She walked right into his hard body. He had frozen in his tracks and was staring ahead.

  Harper couldn't see anything. “What is it?” she whispered.

  He lifted his hand, palm out. It had to mean the same as on Earth: shut up.

  They stood there for a couple of minutes before he moved to take his axe from his belt. “Movement,” he whispered. “Strange movement. Possibly hergs.”

  They took a couple of careful steps forward towards a rocky outcrop covered in rainbow-colored moss that dripped of chemicals. Vrax'ton held his axe up, ready to react to any e
nemy activity.

  Harper threw a glance behind them. Nothing. But she slowly got her little trowel out of her belt. It wouldn't do her much good, but even holding around the plastic handle felt better than holding nothing.

  Suddenly a herg with mirrored skin pounced on them from above. Harper yelped, and Vrax'ton flung his axe at the predator. He hit it at the shoulder, and the glassy mosaic skin shattered in an explosion of shards. The herg fell to the ground in a heap, and Vrax'ton sprinted to retrieve his axe.

  Then Harper yelped again when there was more movement at the upper edge of the outcropping, and three more shapes came jumping down. Ice shot through her – they were between her and Vrax'ton!

  Instincts overcame her and she pounced at the nearest shape before it had even landed. Before she could hit it with her trowel, she froze, and so did the shape.

  That wasn't a herg. Or an animal at all. That was a man. A man with a sword. And the sword's edge was at her throat.

  14

  - Vrax'ton -

  He saw them land between him and Harper, and in sudden terror he was one twitch of a muscle away from flinging his axe at the nearest one before he saw what was happening.

  “Vehnt!” At his sharp command, all three of them froze, and the two nearest ones gazed at him with open mouths and eyes that were big and round in surprise.

  He ignored them. Only Harper mattered now. And she was locked in some kind of stalemate with the third man.

  “Eekeh rur da!” His command was harder and louder than usual, but he saw the sword at Harper's throat. Just one false move and she could be ... he couldn't even finish the thought.

  The scene was a frozen tableau of tension for a split second before the man slowly took his sword off Harper's throat, took a step back and straightened up.

  Harper was still tense, and it warmed Vrax'ton's heart to see that she was clutching her ridiculous little agricultural spoon as if it were a dagger, holding it right at the man's heart. Any weapon was better than no weapon, of course, and he was glad she realized that. She had good instincts.