Worlds Collide

by Tracy St. John

  “And you,” he called.

  They were off to the temple, where Retav would do his best to patch Cas’s Elders Council together. With Ehar and her co-conspirators exiled to Yitrow, where they would have to answer to the Assembly and pay for not following its dictates, he had a considerable job before him. As an objective elder, not involved in the divisions that had plagued Cas as of late, he’d been tasked with the assignment. Most of the village seemed to approve of the choice.

  Retav wasn’t on Velia’s mind as she and Jape watched the dartwing head to the temple looming over the village. “Arga doesn’t fool me for a second. He wouldn’t have accepted that position on the war council if we hadn’t offered to let Retav stay with us.”

  “Can you blame him? His guardian is wonderful and wise. Cas is in good hands until a new Head of the Elders Council is approved.”

  “With any luck, Ehar’s successor will be as capable as Retav, spiritually and intellectually.”

  They went inside. Velia glanced around the dome, noting the curtain Jape had installed to block the view of their bedroom partition. I’m going to have to learn how to be quiet, she realized with some amusement. She wouldn’t begrudge Retav’s presence, but privacy at home was going to be an ongoing concern until he finished his task and joined Arga in Yitrow.

  Home. Velia already considered the dome as such. Like Jeannie and Anneliese before her, she was allowed to stay on Risnar, her engineering abilities deemed a valuable commodity as the Risnarish dedicated themselves to destroying all the portal accesses on Earth.

  Also remaining was her father’s former aide, Captain Ron Hunt. He’d made a remarkable recovery under the care of Yitrow’s psychological team. With his emotional stability returning and his life possibly endangered on Earth, he’d been recruited to the fight against the Monsuda.

  Though he appeared aged beyond his years, Hunt was far from the broken wreck Velia had found in the stasis chamber. She’d enjoyed a brief reunion when she’d last visited.

  “Your father realized the Monsuda were not the benefactors they initially seemed to be,” he’d told her, his voice reverberating with grief over the loss. “We presented our concerns to General Thomas. When he balked at stopping the exchange, we warned him we’d bring it to a higher authority. That night, I was abducted by the drones and placed in stasis. I didn’t see what happened to your father. I’m sorry I couldn’t help him, Velia.”

  “Not your fault. But General Thomas has a lot to answer for.” Velia would never forgive the officer they’d trusted.

  Thinking of that conversation dimmed her pleasure in the present only a little. It was impossible to be dejected with Jape nearby, sorting through his woodcarving supplies, putting them away until he could reclaim his shop space.

  She wandered over to him. “Are you off to the enforcement dome or the hive today?”

  “I’m taking the day off. Things are quiet in Cas, so I’m not needed at the job. Elder Notlin has insisted I take regular breaks to reflect on my grief and guilt so I don’t make the mistake of taking gorgeous Earthlings hostage anymore.” His eyes twinkled before he scowled at nothing in particular. “Although I think it’s just an excuse because Salno complained. She told Elder Notlin I’ve been breathing down her neck too much lately.”

  “You have been rather pushy about pinpointing the exact locations on Earth where there are portal accesses.”

  “The Monsuda are still abducting humans. They’re planning their attack on your world.” He squared his shoulders, as if readying to battle. So very tough. Very determined. Very Jape.

  “Stand down, big guy. And start forming your apology to Salno. The way you spoke to her was condescending.”

  His jaw stiffened for an instant; then he relented with a sigh. “I suppose it was. I will offer regrets for my attitude next time I see her.”

  “Remember, you’re just as good at what you do as she is at what she does. There is no reason to feel insecure when discussing where your responsibilities cross paths.”

  “Right, right. I know she doesn’t look down on me. I’m just anxious with our limited timeframe.”

  “The Monsudan invasion of Earth isn’t supposed to happen for another eighteen months.”

  “There is much to be done before then.” His gaze went distant as he considered the threat to Earth. “I wish we could go in and destroy those DIE ships, as well as the portals. Even if their construction is intended for use by only the Monsuda, Earthlings may fight each other with them.”

  “We’ve been over that. If every country that has a portal was given those plans, then no one has the advantage technology-wise. They’ll discover they’ve been duped. Aggression will revert to defensive posturing all over again.”

  “I hope you’re right.” Jape couldn’t let go of the worry no matter how Velia reassured him.

  He’d become conscientious where her people were concerned, fretting over Earth’s well-being rather than vilifying it. Velia loved him for his big hearts.

  She loved him for far more. All of him, even his occasional lapses into he-man mode.

  And he’s all mine.

  Sentimentality took a swerve into lust as she gazed at her lover. He’d resumed sorting, puzzling over where his items’ temporary homes should be, using tails as well as his hands to pick them up.

  Sexy guy, my Stripes. I can put those hands and tails to better uses than tedious organization.

  In her huskiest tone, she said, “Well. Here we are. No one wants you to go to work. I’ve been asked to stay out of the scientists’ hair—manes, in this case—for a few more days before I start playing with all that captured Monsudan technology. Both of us, stuck alone at home for the day. Retav isn’t due back until dinner.”

  Jape grinned, setting down the pieces of wood and carving tools.

  Velia sighed, as if she wasn’t talking about matters of desire. She picked up a small metal device. “But if you want me to help you put things away—”

  “You know better, woman.” One of Jape’s tails wound about her wrist, and he plucked the tool from her grasp, setting it on the pile again. “Come here.”

  She obeyed him, molding against the planes of his torso, her breasts smashing against him. His kiss was searing heat, his tongue stroking hers to leave her breathless. Her pussy awoke with an eager throb.

  “Or we could do that,” Velia gasped when Jape broke the kiss. “You’ve won my vote.”

  Jape laughed and swung her up in his arms, his long stride taking them quickly to the bedroom partition, sweeping the curtain aside to grant them entrance. An instant later, Velia sank into the mattress.

  He stripped her, lingering over each article of clothing as he bared her flesh to his hungry gaze. Often, Jape stopped to indulge himself, kissing and stroking the skin he revealed, setting off flickers of heat. Velia luxuriated in the attention, content to let him enjoy her for the moment.

  As soon as she was naked, she pulled him close for a kiss. He blanketed her with his solid frame. God, she loved his weight on her.

  “What’s your pleasure?” she asked when the kiss ended.

  He grinned wickedly. “My favorite flavor.”

  “Only if I get a taste too. You on top, though. You feel amazing, covering me.”

  Jape was more than happy to give her what she craved.

  Equal in all respects, our differences used to complement each other instead of making things impossible. Velia was delighted they had come to this point.

  He was more than happy to turn about, to crouch over her so that the cock protruding from his groin pointed at her lips. Velia closed her grip on the base of him, tugging him toward her greedy mouth and enjoying his groan of pleasure. His hips sank down carefully.

  He paused as her tongue flicked out, teasing the tip of him. Velia savored the smooth, striped skin of the flared cockhead, swirling over it.
“More,” she insisted, stroking her palm up and down.

  Jape lowered, allowing her to wrap her lips around the crown. Her tongue traced the ridge circling the tip before she pulled more insistently on him.

  His shaft slid in, journeying toward her throat. He stopped halfway there, his pulse strong from the beat of two hearts.

  Delicious. That was the word to describe Jape.

  He was in position now, perfect for Velia to raise and lower, to offer him sensation that would leave him gasping. As the first warmth of his breath drifted over her open, wet pussy, she began to move.

  He moaned then buried his mouth against her too. She cried out against his shaft as he kissed her, melting her inside.

  A jolt of the purest pleasure lit her as Jape’s tongue filled her. He spread her open with his fingers, revealing all her secrets for his investigation. Velia froze, her senses overwhelmed by the devouring.

  Fuck, he’s good at this. Crazy good.

  She did her best to repay the pleasure he offered. Licking, sucking, moving her mouth over him, rubbing her tongue the length of his swollen shaft as she did so. Velia relished his muffled groans. She answered in kind as he lapped her flesh, fucked her with fingers and tongue, and sucked her clit until she writhed beneath him.

  Once in a while, Jape’s hips would move a little, instinctively feeding her more before he caught himself. Velia wondered what it would be like to kneel at his feet, to have him clutch her head as he pumped himself in her mouth, fucking her that way until he came.

  We’ll have to try it sometime. Jape was enthusiastic to many new possibilities with Velia’s urging, options Risnarish women hadn’t encouraged.

  Jape underscored her assessment when he moved off, gasping as if winded. “You feel remarkable,” he said, sitting up, fingers trailing over her breast, making her tingle. “I fear someday I will lose control while I am in your mouth.”

  “Funny. I was thinking how exciting it would be if that happened. I don’t fear it a bit.”

  Jape’s eyes widened. He shivered. “You would do that?”

  “For you? Absolutely. But not today. I have something else in mind for us to try.”

  She sat up, rolled over, and got on all fours. She glanced over her shoulder at the stunned Jape. “From behind. This is one of my favorite positions.”

  “Like—like the Bonch do it?”

  Velia hadn’t seen the Bonch “do it,” but since they resembled dogs, it made sense they would use the pose. Bonch-style sounded nicer than doggy-style too. She shook her rear.

  “Yeah. Like the Bonch do. Seems naughtier, doesn’t it?”

  At first, she worried Jape was too flabbergasted to attempt this particular adventure. Then a slow smile curled his lips. “Yes. It does seem naughty. Definitely not a pose a Risnarish woman would deem acceptable. They’d find it too undignified.”

  “I never let dignity get in the way of a spectacular fuck. Come on, big man. Show me what a bad boy you are.”

  Jape’s grin was huge, his eyes lighting with mischief that shouldn’t have fit on such an imposing creature. Massive, powerful Jape had no business looking playfully roguish—but he pulled it off somehow.

  He moved behind her, his weight making the mattress sink as he crawled between her splayed legs. His hands settled on her hips and squeezed as his cock nestled against her pussy.

  “Like this?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” Velia fairly hummed with pleasure as she lowered to her elbows, tilting her ass up in what she hoped was a tantalizing display. “How’s the view from there?”

  “Beautiful.” His voice was hoarse, and he rubbed his palms over her ass. “You are so wonderful to me, Velia.”

  She giggled. “I’m glad you’re happy. Why don’t you hold it there? Settle in and watch for a bit.”

  Not waiting for his agreement, she inched back, impaling herself on the incredible girth settled against her entrance. She was slick and eager, but she took him slowly anyway.

  Give him a show. It felt damned good to enfold him a little at a time.

  “The All-Spirit loves me,” Jape groaned.

  “Not as much as I do.”

  He stroked up her body. “You do, don’t you? Despite everything.” There was wonder in his tone.

  She turned her head so their gazes could meet. “Because of everything. You were hurting when we met, Jape. We both were.”

  “And now we heal.”

  “Together.”

  Jape leaned forward, draping himself over her, his arms closing about her. “Together.”

  They basked in the emotional union, interrupting the physical one. Velia didn’t mind. Carnal delights would come at their proper moment.

  That was a few seconds later, when Jape discovered he could reach her breasts from the Bonch-position. “Oh, look what I found.” He snickered in her ear as he cupped them.

  “Yeah? I found something too.” Velia resumed taking him in, enjoying the feeling of being filled as well as Jape’s tender squeezes.

  “So wet. So tight.”

  “You like Earthling pussy?” She squeezed inner muscles and felt him twitch within.

  “I love your pussy.”

  “Bet I can convince you to love it more.” With that, she took all of him in with a single push. The loud way he caught his breath was almost as gratifying as the delicious shock of consuming him.

  Velia rocked back and forth, thrilling herself, loving him at a slow but steady pace that sent thrills through her when they clapped against each other. He let her dictate the rhythm at first, groaning as he alternated between rubbing her breasts and belly, stroking her spine, sweeping her hair aside and kissing the nape of her neck.

  That last action gave Velia an exciting idea. “Grab my hair.”

  “What?”

  “Grab a handful. Hold it and take control. I want you to.”

  He hesitated an instant. Then he clenched her tresses in his palm, pulling slightly. Her scalp stung, exciting Velia.

  He gripped her shoulder with his other hand, and his tails curled around Velia’s thighs, holding her in place.

  “Oh yeah. The tails are a nice touch,” she moaned.

  “My pace.” It wasn’t a demand, almost a question.

  “Do it. Fuck me.”

  He took her at her word, picking up the pace, driving into her with power. Arousal turned to desperate craving as the light slaps of their meeting flesh became whip cracks, singing through the air. Velia was jolted back and forth, surrendering to Jape’s enthusiastic thrusts as he yanked her on to him.

  “Yes! Oh God, yes! Harder!”

  She no longer had to consciously squeezed him within her passage. Her eager body did that all on its own. His taking felt primitive. Animal.

  Glorious.

  Her pussy’s contractions were growing stronger, the feeling within almost blinding, when Jape stopped. Impaling her to the full length he’d grown, he ground against her in slow circles. Colors flashed before Velia’s eyes as she writhed as much as his grip would allow.

  “Do you like being fucked by an alien?” The hoarse whisper sounded hot in her ear, shocking her skin into goose bumps.

  “Uh-huh.” The grunt was all she could manage. Forming words was beyond her at that point.

  “I know you do. Wet, sexy Earthling, with your soft skin and eager pussy.”

  Velia was trying to form the words to beg him to ride her once more, when he let go and pulled out. The unborn pleas swiftly morphed into a cry of demand.

  Jape chuckled, grabbing her and flipping her onto her back. He laid on top of her, pinning her down as he spoke against her lips. “Am I bad? Did I disappoint you? Maybe you should do something about that.”

  He kissed her firmly enough to leave her lips tingling, then rolled over to lie beside her, his striped cock pointing at the
blue sky over the clear dome ceiling.

  “Oh! You’re going to pay.” Velia grinned at him as she jumped up. “You’re going to give me what I want.”

  She straddled him as he laughed at her declaration. His merriment choked off when she claimed him again, sitting down on his groin with a satisfied groan. He was where he belonged, inside her.

  “That’s more like it.” She sighed. It was her turn to grind slow circles, making him jerk within her and arch against the mattress. She responded with growing heat, but she concentrated on his reaction. “Who is it that enjoys getting fucked by an alien? Who loves my hot, tight pussy? My soft, yielding body?”

  “Me. Fuck, it’s me.” Jape’s answer was quick, his surrender instant. He moved beneath her, as if he could drive in deeper.

  “Play with my tits while I fuck you.”

  He obeyed. His crazy, flexible fingers circled her breasts, and his thumbs rubbed over the points of her nipples. She rose and fell over him, riding his writhing body with steady, undulating movements.

  Velia watched his face work as she had him, enthralled how his half-closed eyes glazed over, how his jaw tensed and released, how his tongue stole out to wet his lips as he watched her move. The friction of his thumbs over her nipples was heady, the feel of him sliding into her channel more so. His girth was perfect, rubbing the most sensitive places just right. And increasing by the second, growing increasingly profound. As if he was somehow pressing harder each time they slid together.

  “What—are you doing something inside me?” she gasped as a lightning strike of arousal shot through her core.

  “Armored ridges along the top of my cock.”

  “Holy hell, Stripes.” She panted, driving herself faster over him, glorying in the sensation, sending bursts of excitement through her. “Ridged for my pleasure? You wonderful, wonderful man.”

  His tails were spiraling her thighs again. “I’ve got more. Can you handle it?”

  Could she? Velia wasn’t sure. Her pussy seized on him, a precursor to the big finish. It wouldn’t take much to send her rocketing into the stratosphere. Damn, he felt incredible.