Alien Dragon's Baby: A Scifi Alien Romance (Red Planet Dragons of Tajss)

by Miranda Martin

  I step forward pointing a finger at the trees. "Danger!" I say loudly, trying to drive in the word.

  She stumbles backwards and then I see it.

  She's afraid.

  Of me.

  I stop moving and stare at her in shock. The moisture runs down her cheeks and she shakes her head side to side saying something over and over. It's the same word so I listen to the sound of it closely until the roll of it becomes familiar.

  "Sorrysorrysorry," she says over and over, shaking as the drops continue rolling down her face.

  I'm empty. All my anger is gone leaving regret in its wake. She's shaking and each shudder of her body feels like my own heart is breaking with it. She crosses her arms over her chest and stares at the ground still saying that same word over and over. I move slowly so as not to startle her until I'm close enough to take her in my arms. She throws them around me, puts her head against my chest, and continues sobbing. I hold her tightly against me and stroke her head making soothing sounds. She clings to me until at last the sobs stop and she just holds me tight.

  I caress her hair and down her back then back up. I like the way she feels in my arms. Desire pulses low in my stomach. I want her but not if it will put her in danger again. I don't understand what is going on with her. I don't even mark how long we stand there together but long enough she is calm.

  "We should go back to camp," I say glancing at the sun.

  It's late, we won't make it to another camp. Looking Calista over she's covered with cuts and bruises that need tending to avoid infection. I hold her at arm's length looking her over until I'm satisfied there is no serious damage. She talks, saying lots of things, so I nod and then sweep her off her feet.

  It doesn't take long for me to return to our camp. I set her down just inside the shelter and then motion for her to stay. When I'm satisfied that she seems to understand I go to the heart of the oasis and fill both of our water bottles. I feel a slight trepidation as I return to the camp because it occurs to me she might have run away again. A feeling of relief floods through me when I clear the trees and see her still sitting there.

  I take my pack and pull out the salve that I carry. I make it from the talons of the sismis. When I grind them down and mix them with the moisture from a cvet's leaves it creates a paste that fights off infections and helps wounds to heal faster. It smells terrible but it's highly effective. I take the stopper out of the tube I store it in and then kneel down beside Calista. I wish I could understand what she's saying. The few words of her language I do know are insufficient for me to know what she's talking about. She doesn't stop talking though. I like the fact that she has a lot to say. It's been a very long time since I've talked with any other being.

  I take her left arm in my hand and look it over carefully. One scratch is particularly deep and likely to become infected. I did my finger in the salve and put it across the wound. As soon as I touch her with it she jumps and lets out a yelp. She tries to pull away but I tighten my grip and hold her still.

  "This will help," I say knowing she doesn't understand my words but hoping the intention will come through.

  I shake my head as I speak. She speaks quickly and shakes her head side to side.

  "No. Help," I say, using a mix of my own language and hers since the one word I do know is no. "Help," I repeat again.

  She stops talking and watch my mouth so I repeat the word slowly. It only takes six times before she sounds the word out herself. I know she's understood when she holds her arm out and points at the wound then says help. I smile and nod then returned to putting salve on it. I know from experience how the salve feels. When it first touches an open wound it burns but then turns into a cold sensation. She deals with it well and I'm impressed with her strength. I finish her left arm then take her right tending to each small cut. Any open wound is an invitation for infection.

  When I finish with her arms I motion to her shirt. She looks down, says something, then looks back up at me. I repeat my motions then reach for her shirt and try to take it off. She leans away from me and I frown hissing. I don't like it when she denies me. She says more words but I don't care what they are her wounds are more important.

  "I have to look," I say pointing at her shirt again and miming pulling it off.

  She sighs, looks at the ground, then grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head. As the shirt rises up it passes over her breasts and they lift and then bounce down. The brown circles on top of the mounds hold my attention and I realize suddenly that I'm not breathing. My hearts are beating in double time and my tail is stiffening. She's fascinating and beautiful. I wonder what her breasts would taste like and have to fight the urge to find out.

  Her chest rises and falls quickly. The points at the center of the circles stiffen like they are standing at attention. My body reacts at such an open display causing my cock to harden. Beneath her right breast is a massive purple bruise that clearly indicates internal damage. I dip two fingers into the salve and touch her skin just over the bruise. She jumps as I do yelping in pain. I jerk my hand back and shake my head side to side.

  "Sorry," I say, holding my hands up palms towards her.

  She nods as if she understands and I point again to the bruise then point at the salve on my fingers. She grits her teeth and nods. I reach over and touch her, being as gentle as I can while spreading the salve over the bruise. The moisture forms in the corner of her eyes again and begins to fall down her cheeks. Using my free hand I catch one drop as it falls.

  "Why?" I ask holding it up between us.

  She shakes her head side to side. I nod, understanding that maybe she doesn't know either. I finish spreading the salve over her bruise then resume my inspection. She has other small cuts each of which I tend to until every part of her chest has been seen to and I motion at her pants. She hesitates only for a moment then pulls them off and sets them aside. As she does the heady smell of her reaches me and my already stiff cock hardens even more. It's so enticing and exciting I almost dump my first load without even touching her.

  I close my eyes and inhale deeply savoring the scent of her. My desire pulses like a third heart beat in my core. My need to have her is matched only by my desire to give her pleasure. I want her more than I can put into words. It's an overwhelming feeling, a need so deep it's part of who and what I am. She touches me and a shudder rips through my spine as my desire flames into a roaring sun. I open my eyes and meet hers. Beautiful, shiny, and I fall into them losing myself.

  11 CALISTA

  I run my hands over his chest. It's hard and strong and cool to the touch. I'm nervous. I'm sitting here naked with an alien-dragon man and seriously contemplating having sex with him. I don't know if I can do this. Not because I don't want to but because I'm not sure it won't hurt me.

  "Calissssta," he says my name softly and my desire flames.

  The sound of his voice saying my name is one of the hottest things I've ever heard. The way he saved me from those animals and the way he looks at me, how can I not want this man? And he is a man. No matter all the differences between us, no matter the scales, no matter the tale, his strange, beautiful eyes. When I came upon him in the water and saw his cock any doubt of his manliness was erased.

  Wetness leaks from me as my desire continues to grow. The front of the loose cloth he wears as clothing is tented out by his massive penis. We can't even talk, not really, a few words. It doesn't change the facts. He flew through the air. He faced down an entire pack of animals intent on harming me. He saved me when I was passed out and not once has he tried to force himself on me. I'm generations away from my home. My entire life has been lived on a spaceship surrounded by others of my own kind and not once has any other man treated me so well.

  I trace the line of his jaw and then down across his shoulders. He's so big and strong. The way he he fought to save me was fearless. Strong, domineering, a bravery I've never seen before. I run my hands over his biceps and down his arms. Some parts of him are
soft while others are hard and scaly. All of him is cool to the touch which is soothing on my burning skin. He runs his hands along my back and down to cup my ass.

  "Ladon," I whisper.

  I love the feel of his hands on me. He squeezes and then lifts me up so I wrap my legs around his waist. He leans in and I tilt my head back and our lips meet. I've kissed before, of course, but it's never been like this. He carries me easily as we continue to kiss and then lowers himself to his knees. He breaks the contact of our lips to lie me down inside the shelter that he built for us.

  Our faces are inches apart. He hisses, a soft sound, then leans in and kisses along my neck. He moves across my collar bone and onto my shoulder. As he does his hands roam across my stomach leaving icy trails of his cool touch on my hot skin. I shudder and my hips shift side to side. Wetness leaks from me as my desire grows.

  His hands find my breasts and he stops kissing. He rises up onto his elbows and looks down. I can see the burning lust in his eyes. He grabs the cloth of his clothes with one hand holding himself up with the other and pulls, freeing himself of it. His massive cock springs up and anticipation mixes with trepidation. But I put my trust in him. If I can't take it he'll stop. The decision is mine. I want him.

  I hear him inhale deeply then he lowers himself and kisses around the mound of my left breast. His fingers work the soft flesh until he takes my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and slowly circles the areola. Electric thrills run through me and my hips buck up and down involuntarily.

  "Ladon!" I cry out.

  He continues kissing around my breasts until at last he takes the nipple in his mouth. His tongue lavishes around and on it while he sucks and releases. Stars explode in my mind. He doesn't tire, doesn't stop, and the pleasure is mounting and mounting until I'm wound so tight I can't hold back any more. I grab onto him and thrust myself up against him. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my belly and I squirm trying to work myself around to where I can rub my clit along its length.

  He stops what he's doing to my nipple then kisses down across my stomach. He reaches the crease of my legs and kisses along passing across my mound and pausing at the top of my opening. His tongue, long, hard and probing, reaches out and grazes across my clitoris. I lose control once more bucking my hips and he continues kissing across the other side. Ladon pauses and looks up at me.

  "Calisssta," he says then moves to the middle and dives into my pussy like a thirsty man gulping water.

  He does things with his tongue that I can't describe. I don't understand but the sensations are overwhelming. He pierces me and teases my clit until I'm a quivering mess. I feel him moving up and down, circling, then driving his tongue deep. My hands tear at the round underneath us as he continues to pleasure me. It builds and builds and then I'm falling. Every muscle tenses causing my back to arch and drives my pussy straight into his face. He supports me without removing his tongue. My orgasm rips through like a hurricane blowing away everything before it.

  As it slowly passes and my muscles relax he lowers me back to the ground. His fingers stroke along my skin with a surprising gentleness. He so big, so strong, and dominating but then there's this other side of him. A gentle, kind, caring side that makes him perfect. I stare at him with half lidded eyes.

  "Damn," I say. "That was amazing. We can't even speak to each other yet you're a masterfully cunning linguist."

  I laugh at my own joke knowing he won't get it. It doesn't matter because he smiles at me. He's not done though. He moves up across me holding himself on his elbows. I can feel his hard cock at my opening and the moment I do all the satisfaction of the orgasm I just had is replaced by need and desire. I want him so badly.

  He stares into my eyes and then slowly, so slowly it's both a relief and a frustration he slides into me. I bite my lip, nervous. He stops, staring at me.

  "Calissssta?"

  It's a question. He's asking for my permission to continue. I nod still biting my lip, I close my eyes prepared for pain or discomfort. If it's too bad I'll make him stop. He will, he can do it, I have faith in him.

  The head is in and then he stops. I know, having seen it, that the first ridge is there, pressing against the top of my opening.

  "Slow," I breathe out, my eyes still closed and either he understands my words or does so instinctively because that's exactly what he does.

  The first ridge pulses in and I'm swept away by pleasure. It stretches me out because of both the size and the hard scale but as it passes in it pulls in such a way that my clitoris rolls down and brushes against the top of his cock. It sends pleasure waves roaring through me like white caps from a storm on a lake. I cry out with surprise at the shocking nature of the pleasure. He stops and says my name again along with a lot more words I don't understand. I shake my head trying to let him know that it's okay.

  "Good," I say nodding my head up and down. "More, more."

  I wrap my arms the best I can around his waist and gently pull forward to make sure he understands. He hisses and nods then slowly begins pushing forward again. Each inch of him expands and fills me. As each individual ridge reaches my opening it becomes more and more pleasurable. I can feel those hard ridges inside. It creates an ongoing feeling of pleasure as he penetrates deeper and deeper.

  At last our hips meet and he's fully inside. I feel stretched beyond all limits which is enhanced by the ridges on top of his cock. He holds himself there deep inside me and then leans down to kiss my lips. On impulse I drive my tongue into his mouth. His eyes widen in surprise then he reacts like any human man would. His tongue finds mine and they dance.

  He shifts his hips and a surprise round of pleasure explodes through me. The sensations are overwhelming. His cock retreats but he doesn't pull all the way out, just to the first ridge, then drives in burying his cock inside. It feels so fucking good and nature takes over.

  He pistons slowly at first then builds to wild abandon and I meet every thrust of his hips with one of my own. He drives his cock in and out. I wrap my arms around his neck holding his face against mine. We kiss, our tongues dance, his cock drives in and retreats. He moans into my mouth and it's the hottest thing I've ever heard. I press myself as hard as I can against him and shudder as another wave of release locks my body. I cry out his name then suddenly he breaks our kiss. He arches his back, looking up at the roof of our shelter and screams my name as he buries himself in me.

  His cock inside me swells and I can see his tail standing stiff and straight behind him. He holds until the last wave of his orgasm is complete then retreats. I'm completely overwhelmed by how satisfied I feel. I smile and he smiles back. He rises under his knees so I raise up on my elbows. It gives me a good view for what comes next. His massive, ridged cock, softens and then lowers and as it does another cock drops from beneath his tail and stiffens between the two of us.

  I look from his new cock to him in complete shock but then college bio crashes into my brain. Snakes on earth have two penises to help ensure fertilization. I never would've suspected his genetics would be similar. He looks from his cock to me.

  "Calisssta?" he asks.

  I nod, ready. I'm still so wet and ready to accommodate him he doesn't have to go slow. The moment he enters me I'm carried away. I didn't know I was capable of having so many orgasms but I feel it building as he drives in and out. I hook my arms around his neck and grind myself against him as he thrusts in and out.

  My orgasm builds and builds until it explodes. He thrusts in one last time as my orgasm breaks and then he screams my name at the same time I cry out his.

  12 CALISTA

  I'm pleasantly sore as we walk. It reminds me of how amazing sex with Ladon is. I can't stop thinking about it as we travel and the landscape around us starts to change. As we come to the top of a hill I catch my first glimpse of what looks like a city on the horizon. I look at Ladon and point. He points and says a word which I try to mimic. It takes me a few tries before I get it right. Ladon smiles and nods ex
citedly then points at the horizon again.

  "Home?" I ask.

  He nods again and I think I get it. We continue on our way with him helping me to travel. Over the last several days it's become incredibly obvious how well adapted to this environment he is. His wings aren't intended to let him fly but to let him move across the loose sand without trouble. Where every step I take I sink in and have to fight my way free to take the next one he walks as light as a feather.

  I know I'm on the verge of heat exhaustion again. The water is not replacing the electrolytes in my system. My headache is unending, my throat is always dry no matter how much water, and I stopped sweating yesterday. The meat from his kill helps more than anything surprisingly enough. I don't understand how or why but I'd love to have some time in my lab with samples of it. It helps but it doesn't completely fix my body's need for hydration.

  I keep pushing on hoping that things will get better somehow. As the horizon grows near it becomes clear that it really is a city but it looks like one that has been devastated by war. Once tall towers are now shells of their former glory. The closer we come the more obvious it is that this place has seen tragedy. Entering into the city is like stepping from the desert into a civilization after it's been abandoned. The streets are lined with a hard material that has a slight spring to it which gives a buoyancy to each step I take.

  Ladon smiles and leads me deeper in and it isn't long before we come to a large open square at the center of which is a pyramid-ish structure. In front of it is a square made of what looks like concrete rising a foot from the ground. In the center of this square is a statue of a man, well an alien-dragon man like Ladon, which is at least twice as large as Ladon. His wings are spread, one hand holds a weapon similar to Ladon's at his side while the other is raised towards the sky and holds long strands of something that looks like seaweed. Looking it over, the construct appears to have once been a fountain.