Arkvar

by Cara Wylde

  “How the heck did he fit?”

  She grazed her fingers over a dark, pulsating vein, and Ark stirred in his sleep. A soft, content moan escaped his parted lips. Allie smiled, readjusted her position, and pulled her blonde hair over her left shoulder to get it out of the way. Gently, she breathed cool air over the heated swollen head. If he was dreaming about her, she was ready to turn his dream in a whole different direction. For a second, she wondered whether she could take a peek inside his mind. No, it didn’t seem right. Not when he was unconscious.

  She took the tip between her lips and sucked lightly while casually stroking the entire length with her hand. She felt him move above her. A big, yet gentle hand caressed the back of her head, and Allie got bolder. She took him into her mouth as far as she could, eyes closed in concentration, expecting her gag reflex to kick in sooner or later. It never happened. When she felt her lips come to rest on his round, heavy balls, Allie snapped her eyes open. It wasn’t possible. She pulled back, gave the head a quick lick, then sat up, staring at the blue cock in even more bewilderment than before.

  “What the…?”

  Ark chuckled. He was lying on his back, his right arm under his head, his left hand still playing with Allie’s blonde locks.

  “You’re so beautiful in the morning.”

  She blinked at him. His compliment didn’t impress her when she was this confused. Childishly, she pointed at his erection.

  “I don’t get it.”

  He laughed. “What don’t you get?”

  “What sorcery is this? How do you…? It doesn’t… How do you do it?”

  “Do what?”

  “Make it smaller when…” She also exemplified with her hands. “You know what I mean.”

  Ark furrowed his brows. Until this morning, it had been easy to remember she was of a different species. Her creamy white skin was there, right in his face. Looking at her, now, though… He ran his fingers up and down her arm. She was naked under the blanket, and, to his delight, not very interested in covering herself.

  “Look at you,” he whispered.

  “What?” She crossed her arms over her breasts. “Are you going to answer my question?”

  He smiled. “You haven’t looked in the mirror yet, have you?”

  “Why? Do I have something on my face?”

  “No. You’re… wonderful. And perfect. You’re perfect.”

  Allie fought a smile and cocked an eyebrow instead. She leaned over his exposed crotch, took his length into a confident grip, and stroked him slowly and deliberately.

  “So, Captain Arkvar… What is the secret of your big, blue cock?”

  “You want to know its secret?” He grinned.

  “Oh, yes…”

  “Well, it is a secret after all. I can’t give it away that easily.”

  “Not even when I do this?”

  She took him in her mouth and sucked him fast and hard, moving up and down, easily covering his length from base to tip. How she was able to deep throat him with no difficulties was beyond her. It made no sense. It was like the laws of physics had said: “Screw this! Just have at it, girl. Enjoy yourself!” She stopped when Ark’s scattered, feverish thoughts told her he was liking it too much.

  He moaned in annoyance when she retreated abruptly, leaving him harder than before and in aching need of finishing on her tongue.

  “How about now? Will you tell me the secret of your cock now?”

  “Mmm… I don’t know. I might need more convincing.”

  Allie squeezed the base of his cock.

  He grunted. The tight grip of her fingers gave him both pleasure and pain. When she squeezed even harder, he knew she wasn’t playing around.

  “We’re twin flames. My whole body is connected to yours, and your body to mine. We… understand each other at a level that goes beyond words and physics.”

  She released him and started caressing him lightly.

  “I still don’t get it. How about speaking my language, for a change?”

  He sighed. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell her. He did. He wasn’t sure he could phrase it so she’d understand. Her teasing fingers on his cock didn’t help him with formulating a clear, coherent explanation.

  “To put it as simply as possible,” he gave it a try, “my body knows what your body needs to be comfortable and feel pleasure. It adapts to you.”

  Allie chuckled. “You mean… the size of your cock changes according to my… well, you know.”

  “Yes.”

  She covered her mouth with both hands for a moment, her big eyes looking at him as if he were the eighth wonder of the world. Of the old world…

  “No!” she gasped.

  It was Ark’s turn to be confused.

  “No!” She straddled him and rubbed her wet folds on his length. “Wow. That was not what I expected.”

  He grunted softly and grabbed her generous hips. Allie was probably unaware, but she had just upped her teasing game. He had loved her hot mouth around him, but now he could only think about how eagerly her pussy had received him the night before. He wanted to enter her. Enter her and hold her in place as he connected his mind to hers and gave her exactly what she needed. Nothing less, and nothing more.

  Allie fought his tight grip and wiggled her hips.

  “So, if I lower myself on your cock… like this…” She pressed the head to her entrance and impaled herself just enough to make Ark shiver under her. “It will adjust to my… mmm… vagina?”

  He chuckled. “You have no trouble using the word ‘cock’, but you call your yoni ‘vagina’?”

  “Look who’s talking. You just called my vagina ‘yoni’.”

  “It’s, actually, a common word in my culture. Have you ever heard of yoniphant horns?”

  “What’s a yoniphant? Like an elephant with dildos for tusks?”

  “Unxendi yoniphants don’t have tusks. They have horns. Three horns on their wide foreheads. They have nothing to do with the elephants on Old Earth, though I get why you’d use them as reference.”

  “Oh, my bad.” She lowered herself further. “Do tell me, Captain: what’s a yoniphant horn? Sounds kinky.”

  A small sigh escaped his lips. The teasing was over. Allie was straight up torturing him. He fought the urge to roll her off him and thrust himself inside her until she screamed his name.

  “I can show you. If you want.”

  “Yes!” She jumped off him. “Yes, show me!”

  Ark blinked in confusion. One second, she was on top of him, ready to ride his brains out. The next, she was bouncing on the bed like a silly girl who’d just been distracted by the promise of candy.

  “Come on! Don’t make me wait here forever.”

  She proceeded to push him off the bed. With no success. Ark didn’t even budge. He only got out of the bed after having a good laugh at her expense.

  “And bring a mirror with you,” she said when he walked toward the living room.

  “Nope. If you want a mirror, then move your sexy butt to the bathroom. You’re going to like what you see.”

  Allie ignored his mischievous laugh. “Of course I will. I always like what I see.” She was quite comfortable in bed, however. The mirror could wait.

  Ark came back holding a fancy, rather long box. He climbed next to Allie and placed it between them.

  She clapped in excitement, then went straight for it. It looked like a gift, anyway. When Ark shooed her away, she huffed.

  “Let me tell you about yoniphants, first.”

  “Oh, a lesson in Unxendi culture and civilization. Sounds fair.”

  “They are incredible animals. Tall, athletic, majestic…”

  “How tall? As tall as a giraffe?”

  For a second, Ark considered showing her pictures. She was too impatient for a proper story.

  “Sorry, go on.” Allie grinned.

  “Not as tall as a giraffe, but tall enough. Let’s
say… about 10 feet.”

  “Oh.”

  “They have long legs, a strong, lean body, and a rather large head covered in the most luscious deep purple mane. Their eyes are yellow and cat-like, and on their forehead, they have three horns. The one in the middle is slightly longer than the other two. They’re herbivores, and they mate for life.”

  “So, what’s the use of these horns?”

  “That’s the fascinating part. Their horns are made of something that is unique on Unxedio, and, possibly, in our entire galaxy. It’s a sort of bone which is specific to yoniphants. At first glance, their horns are white, almost translucent, but then you see they change colors according to the yoniphant’s emotions. The first thing they use them for is to detect danger. Their horns turn black, and that’s how the other yoniphants know they need to find a safe place. When they find their mate and, well… fall in love, their horns turn a beautiful shade of pink.”

  “Interesting…”

  Since Allie kept eying the box, Ark placed it on her lap and allowed her to open it.

  “We, however, use yoniphant horns a little differently. You see, after the animal dies, the horns remain intact. At first, my people collected them to decorate their houses. Later, they discovered the horns not only kept their colorful properties and reacted differently depending on the person handling them, but also seemed to favor female interaction. That is… when an Unxendi woman touched such a horn, the horn would immediately change its color according to her mood, but not only that… If the woman felt scared, angry, unsafe, or any other type of negative feeling, the horn would connect to her, relax her mind, and heal her. One thing led to another, scientists and medics intervened, and it was soon a known fact that yoniphant horns were great for women. They could heal and give them immense pleasure… inside and out. If you know what I mean.”

  “Like dildos. Or vibrators.”

  Ark thought for a second. “I don’t have much experience with those. You, of course, know I have a room full of them, but I haven’t gotten around to using any.”

  Allie laughed out loud. She was now holding the yoniphant horn. It changed its color to a pale pink and felt like it pulsed in her hands. Like it was alive and receptive.

  “Do these devices you talk about modify their shape and size to your yoni?”

  “Stop calling it yoni! It’s a pussy, okay? A pussy. And no, they don’t.” She looked at the horn with different eyes. “This does? Just like your cock?”

  “Better.”

  She blinked. “Well, well… color me interested, Captain.”

  “Here, let me show you.”

  Allie bit the inside of her lower lip and handed him the yoniphant horn. Truth be told, none of her lovers had ever been open to adding sex toys to their routine. She never wanted to think of them as too insecure to experiment, so she’d dismissed it. That didn’t mean she hadn’t hold on to her fantasy of letting a man use kinky sex toys on her. Arkvar really was her twin flame, wasn’t he?

  Gently, he pushed her on her back and climbed on top of her. Capturing her lips in a slow, passionate kiss, he parted her legs with his knees, and positioned the tip of the now reddish horn at the entrance of her pussy. The toy throbbed in his hand, and the moment it came back in contact with her body, it turned pinkish again. Ark pushed it in carefully, opening her up little by little, while his mouth traced kisses down her jaw and neck.

  Allie sighed and relaxed in his embrace. The horn was half way in, and she was already trembling with desire. With every inch inserted, her body turned to jelly. It felt so good, so sinful and delightful at the same time, that all she could do was surrender. Her thoughts were a mess. She couldn’t follow any of them. As Ark buried the whole thing inside her and started thrusting it in and out slowly, Allie’s focus turned to her own core. The world vanished, even her blue alien lover disappeared, and the only thing left was the yoniphant horn rubbing her tight passage, constantly molding and changing its shape to every slight curve it touched. Its size grew to fill her whole, leaving not one inch untouched.

  She closed her eyes, parted her lips, and allowed herself to express every sensation freely. She didn’t care whether she moaned too loudly, screamed, chuckled, or sobbed. Allie had never felt so open and vulnerable in her life. For a second there, the thought scared her. Back on Old Earth, she would’ve had no idea how to react. Her first impulse would’ve probably been to protect herself by controlling the sounds she made and stressing over how her body looked. But she wasn’t on Old Earth, and she certainly wasn’t with a human lover. Arkvar was unlike any other man she’d met. Right now, as he was pumping her pussy faster and faster, he was focusing on her pleasure alone. He didn’t want anything from her, and Allie could feel she wasn’t expected to return any kind of favor later. No. He was sucking on her nipples and fucking her with the most incredible toy because he cared about her. He needed her to enjoy herself. He wanted her to experience overwhelming pleasure, full surrender, and life-changing orgasms, and he wasn’t asking for anything in exchange. Not even to be the one buried inside her. From this perspective, Allie could finally understand his reasoning behind the pleasure slaves. Of course it wouldn’t have bothered him if she had had sex with his First Officer and the two pilots. To Arkvar, Alison’s happiness and pleasure were more important than anything. Her desires were his only concern. His own might have come second, or even third.

  “Oooohh… I… Mmm…” Saying anything even remotely coherent was hard. “Ark… Don’t stop. Never stop.”

  She was sweating profusely. Her hips were moving in rhythm with his thrusts, and her hands were running all over her own face, hair, and neck. She bit down hard on her lower lip, pulled at her own hair, and writhed under Ark’s weight. It was like her body had just invented its own dance, and she had no control over how it wanted to move, nor over the sounds it wanted to make. It was all too primal to apply any logic to it. And then, the yoniphant horn hit that delicious spot inside her which could always throw her over the edge. It was like the toy felt her, because it grew thicker and more rigid, now hitting her G-spot over and over, until she was screaming Ark’s name and coming all over his hand.

  “Oh my God! Oh, God… Oooohhh!”

  Her back arched off the mattress, her fingers dug into her own hair, and her body tensed and relaxed several times before falling back on the damp sheets, exhausted and completely at peace.

  Ark removed the toy and kissed her nose playfully.

  “Did you like it?”

  Allie opened one eye. Opening both felt like too much effort. She parted her lips to speak, but nothing came out. She resumed to nodding her answer.

  He smiled and rolled off of her.

  For a few long minutes, they stayed like that, in silence, listening to each other’s thoughts. They didn’t try to communicate. They simply took their time to connect and observe. Allie was too tired to say or think anything specific, so she just allowed her thoughts to wander freely. Her walls were down, and she knew Ark’s were too. They had nothing to hide now. They were one.

  “Blue looks good on you.”

  Allie ignored it. She was dozing off. The thought might have been hers, for all she knew. Maybe she was contemplating how hot Ark was, blue skin and all.

  “You look like one of us now. An Unxendi. Not many would be able to tell the difference.”

  Her eyes snapped open.

  “What did you say?”

  “I didn’t say anything.”

  She sat up and looked down at him.

  “What did you think?”

  He smiled mischievously.

  “You know… That your new skin color suits you just fine.”

  “What?!”

  She jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom. She stopped dead in her tracks, facing the tall mirror on the wall opposite to the door. She blinked, rubbed her eyes, then blinked again.

  “No…”

  Alison was blue. As she stood ther
e, naked, covered in a thin layer of sweat which was slowly drying and leaving her rather cold, Allie was blue. Dark blue, almost. Her lips had lost their pinkish tint, and her nipples were so dark, they were almost black. The blush on her heated cheeks was inky blue. Which was far from rosy fresh. Her hair was still blonde, however, and it was creating a very weird contrast with her now alien-looking skin.

  Ark stepped behind her. He could read the shock on her face and in her thoughts, and he realized it was better to take things slowly. The change excited him, yes. But he couldn’t yet know how she’d react to it. Gently, he ran his fingers down her arms and leaned in to kiss her shoulder.

  “My Unxendi goddess,” he whispered.

  “The Unxendi don’t have gods and goddesses,” she said absentmindedly. Blue. Her skin was blue. “How?”

  “Twin flames… I guess that made you absorb my DNA much faster than usual.”

  She touched a spot on her collarbone that had been especially itchy just the day before.

  “Well, at least the fleas are gone.”

  Her voice was weak and lost. She was trying very hard to wrap her mind around the fact that she was blue now, and she would be blue forever. She kept failing.

  Like the rational side of her brain was glitching.

  She’d start the process: twin flames, sex, connection, we are one, DNA, no fleas… blue skin.

  Glitch.

  One, DNA, no fleas, blue skin.

  Glitch.

  No fleas, blue skin.

  Glitch.

  “Alison…”

  He had to call her name three times to bring her back from the void she was spiraling into.

  “Yes?”

  “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

  “I… I know.”