Marauder Cygnus: A Scifi Alien Shifter Romance (Mating Wars Book 1)

by Aya Morningstar

  As I squeeze his dick tighter, I feel my hand slipping off as its vibrating becomes stronger.

  “Is that precum?” I ask.

  “What is that?” he asks.

  “Like...some cum comes out before—”

  “You dare accuse me of such a failure?” he says, obviously embarrassed, and he twists my nipple as punishment.

  “It’s lubricant,” he says, as I squirm and moan from his touch. “What else would it be?”

  “Your cock is self-lubricating?” I ask, in surprise. “Seriously?”

  He seems to be done talking, and he plunges one of his fingers a centimeter or two inside my channel to explore my inner walls and wetness.

  “Please,” I plead again.

  “You’ve ordered me around enough,” he says. “I’m in charge now.”

  He floats around behind me and pushes us off my pilot’s chair, propelling us both toward the wall.

  “Hold on to the handrail,” he says.

  I obey.

  I hold tight to it, and Cygnus presses up against me. His cock slides between my thighs, pressing up against my outer lips, but it doesn’t enter inside me. The vibrations haven’t stopped, and even though his dick isn’t touching my clit and hasn’t entered me yet, the overwhelming sensations and anticipation causes me to moan loudly.

  “Shh,” his voice whispers softly behind me. “The pirates will hear you.”

  His dick is coming in at me from behind, and his fingers reach back down, this time making contact with my clit. At first, it’s the gentlest pressure, but that’s all I need.

  I bite my lower lip and try not to make too much noise, and my palm is sweaty on the handrail. To think I’d been shivering from the cold before Cygnus joined me in the cockpit.

  He bucks his hips against me. His big, thick, vibrating teal cock is vibrating up and down all along my soaked outer lips, but the angle is bringing him just shy of my clit. His fingers make up for it, rubbing my sensitive nub with increasing pressure.

  I hold fast to the handrail with one hand, but with my free hand I reach down to cup his balls. There are only two of them, just like with a human male, but they’re incredibly warm to the touch.

  “Why are they so—” I moan, suddenly unable to finish my question.

  “Big? Fertile?” he asks.

  “No,” I say. “Warm.”

  “The vibration generates a lot of heat,” he says.

  Right. Of course it does. I’m not a Marauder, but if I were, I worry that my impatience toward Cygnus would have put me in shame debt. I badly want to feel that self-lubricating, vibrating miracle cock inside of me...but I don’t dare ask him to rush things along a third time.

  I close my eyes and enjoy every last bit of what is happening to me. It’s all too much, and I can only focus on one or two things at once: his glistening abs pressing into my back, his soaked and vibrating cock grinding up against my pussy, my tit being squeezed and pinched in his other hand, or his finger caressing my clit.

  As he rubs my clit just right, the dilemma begins to solve itself. From his finger on my nub, I feel intense waves of pleasure surging up through me. It heightens all my senses. I can feel with increasing intensity how my pussy oozes all over his cock, and how his hard and sweaty muscles slide against my skin while he bucks his hips. And when he puts my ear in his mouth to lick and suck the lobe, I feel that, too. It’s as if my rising orgasm has given me the focus to feel everything all at once, to feel it all, and to not have to sacrifice any aspect of the beautiful things that Cygnus is doing to me.

  I feel his body slide down, and before I can realize what’s happening, the wetness and warmth of his tongue is licking up my pussy.

  “Your scent is impressive, woman,” he says.

  I try to stifle the moan, but it comes out anyway.

  He flips around and floats under me. I see his green eyes look up and his ears become fully erect. He grabs hold of my waist and ass, and pulls himself tight against me. His tongue presses into my clit, causing me to begin bucking involuntarily against him. It’s not subtle, but I can’t be both patient and subtle.

  As I squirm against him, he closes his lips and sucks gently at my throbbing clit. Each time I buck my hips, we move together in zero-g, but I grip tight to the handrail and we remain anchored to the wall.

  His tongue slides farther down and then into me. I gasp in surprise, and then squeal, as his tongue starts sliding further into me than I’d thought possible.

  “Cygnus,” I gasp. “What the hell?”

  He can’t answer me, of course, with his tongue sliding several inches into me. It writhes within me, and I hear him moaning and sucking. His lips are still pressed wet against my clit, and when I move against him, the friction causes me to writhe beneath him.

  His tongue finds my g-spot and swells against it. I’m moaning, but then the moan is cut off as my throat catches. My body tenses and I lose my grip on the handrail as my orgasm consumes me.

  We start to float through the room as I come, but Cygnus doesn’t let go of me. He’s fully in control, just how I like it.

  As we near the other wall, he kicks it and we start to spin. I keep my eyes closed as my orgasm continues rocking through me. I open my eyes briefly, but the room is literally spinning, and I use every last bit of self-control to stop myself from screaming wildly and giving away our location to the pirates.

  I cup my breasts and press my nipples together between my fingers as his tongue slides in and out of me. His finger reaches to my clit and he starts to rub it. The orgasm from my g-spot is heightened from the pressure of his warm and slick finger against my clit.

  We hit another wall, and he grabs the handrail. I buck and writhe wildly as warm blasts of ecstasy flood through me, nearly numbing my senses. My toes spread apart, and I force myself to reach down and grab hold of his shoulders. I dig my nails into his purple skin as my orgasm shakes me to my core, taking full control of my senses.

  I feel my wetness surging like a river, his tongue lapping it all up, and my thighs close tight around his head. I see his ears twitching erect beneath me, and his eyes are closed. A cold shock explodes in my chest, and I gasp. It burns warm like a summer day on Earth. That warmth fills my chest and heart, and my heart beats in sync with my clit. The warmth rushes up to my head and down my spine. It fills me up entirely. Unable to find the strength to moan, I grunt and bite my lip.

  Drool trails from the corner of my mouth and floats through the air.

  Cygnus’ tongue pulls out of me and attacks my clit. I feel the swollen nub beating like a second heart beneath his beautiful tongue. I buck against him as my orgasm fades.

  I start trembling. The orgasm is fading to a beautiful afterglow, but the cold creeps back upon me already. There’s very little heat left in the ship. Any warmth I feel is coming from Cygnus.

  Before I can say anything, he slides back up against me and wraps his arms around me. I feel his cock pressed against my back, vibrating steadily. The warmth comes back into me thanks to his embrace, and I let out a low, satisfied hum.

  I turn around to face him. My body is still pressed tightly against him, but now I can see his face. I smile at him and run my fingers along the hard planes of his face.

  “I would breed with you, Aura,” he says.

  “Aww,” I say. “You called me Aura again.”

  He furrows his brow and his ears pull back. “You asked me which side of my fleet I’d side with: those who would side with my brother and seek the Seraphim Form, or those who would eradicate your species.”

  I lick my lips as I watch him speak. I think I know what he’s going to say, and it’s tempting to interrupt him, but I hold my tongue. I want to hear it from his mouth.

  “You see,” he says. “I told you that I saw you. And now I’ve tasted you….”

  Okay, this isn’t what I thought he would say.

  “And though I’ve not yet filled you with my seed,” he says, “I know you. I will protect you and you
r race.”

  I reach down and squeeze his cock; it’s still vibrating.

  “Aura,” he says. “You mustn’t!”

  “Why not?” I ask.

  “I’m trying to clear my mind. You’ve come already. You must recover. I’ll not spill my seed outside of you.”

  “So…,” I say. “I know I’m contradicting the hell out of myself by being so blunt, but why don’t you cum inside me then?”

  He tilts his head at me and his ears pull back. “You’ve already orgasmed. We’ll need to wait until your next cycle. It will be difficult to wait, but I have honed my patience to a sharp blade.”

  “Cygnus,” I say. “How did you learn about human women?”

  “By the time your radio waves reached us,” he says, “they were greatly degraded. We were able to piece together much of the audio, but precious little full video. I’ve learned more in my short time with you here than my whole race knows from decades of radio waves.”

  “Okay,” I say. “So you know that a woman can come multiple times? Like, there’s no real limit.”

  His eyes bulge wider than I’ve ever seen and his ears perk all the way up. “It can’t...it can’t be.”

  “Yes, it is,” I say. “Why not?”

  “My brother was right…,” he says to himself. “Of all the species we’ve bred with, never have we encountered a female species that could come more than once per cycle...it’s a true miracle. It’s the Seraphim!”

  “Okay,” I say. “I don’t mean to interrupt your religious experience here, but can you please put that teal cock into my holy pussy?”

  I turn around, grasp the handrail, and bend over.

  I feel him grab me, and his vibrating dick slides up against me. His dick is soaked with lube, and my pussy is still wet from my last orgasm.

  He slides back and forth a few times, and just as I start to feel impatient, his head enters me.

  I gasp, it’s warmer than I could have imagined, and the vibration is incredible. I’d never used a vibrating dildo before, because it felt...robotic and impersonal. But having a flesh and blood cock attached to a god of a man—or alien in this case—what a world of difference!

  His rod is too big and thick at first, but the wet lube fills me as he slides in and out. He doesn’t enter deep, as just the head is already stretching me wide.

  But with each entry, he works his way deeper inside of me, and I feel my own wetness combine with his. He stretches me wider and plunges deeper into me. The vibration seems to be helping things along, as his dick feels constantly in motion even when he holds still.

  He grabs my breasts and pinches my nipples, and when I start to moan, he presses his hand over my mouth, stifling my cries.

  I scream into his hand, and he drives deep down into me, going several inches at once.

  It’s good that his hand is big and tight against my mouth, because I scream without abandon into it as his big teal dick fills me all the way up. I feel his balls slap against my skin as he penetrates me to full depth.

  “Will you scream again if I let go?” he whispers.

  I nod with his hand still pressed against my mouth, so he doesn’t release me. He’s protecting me from the pirates by not letting me scream and moan. It seems ridiculous, but I have to appreciate how much he’s taking charge of the situation. He’s an efficient multitasker: he can fuck me raw and keep me safe.

  The vibration is hitting my g-spot, and I feel my inner walls squeezing and writhing all along his cock. He starts to thrust, pulling almost all the way out before hammering back deep inside me. I scream into his hand again and again as he pounds me. He grunts with exertion, but still keeps his voice relatively low.

  The loudest thing in the cockpit is the sound of our skin slapping together wet and sweaty, soaked in cum and alien dick-lube.

  Cygnus reaches around my waist and fingers my clit as his dick slides in and out of me.

  He presses his lips against my neck as he fucks me, and I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. His breathing quickens as he rams in and out of me, and my own breath condenses humidity against his hand. I moan into his palm.

  He slaps his free hand hard against my ass, spanking me, and the intensity of the slap surprises me. The pain flares up across my ass, burning hot.

  “If you don’t stop screaming,” he whispers into my ear, “I’ll hit you again.”

  I scream louder into his hand, wanting him to hit me.

  He slaps me hard in the same spot, and plunges his cock deep inside.

  The stinging pain dances across my nerves, and my adrenaline surges in response. I’ve never been spanked before and I’m surprised at just how much I like it.

  I scream louder and Cygnus laughs.

  “I see you, Aura,” he says. “I’m trying to punish you, but you like it. You’ll not trick me.”

  He adjusts his grip onto my waist, and he begins to pump me with animalistic intensity.

  The juices from both of us are leaking out, and they float across the cockpit in zero-g. I hope our come won’t damage any of the instruments, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.

  I feel all the contours of his big veiny cock penetrating me relentlessly, and my breasts bounce back and forth in zero-g as I grip tight to the handrail. His sweaty and muscular abs slide across my back, and he moves the position of his hands to hook over my shoulders.

  He speeds up his thrusting even more, the vibration increasing in intensity, as well. My pussy starts surging against him. It squeezes and writhes at a frantic pace. It seems to have taken on a mind of its own: it wants to milk Cygnus for all he’s worth and coax his hot alien seed to spill and fill me up.

  “Holy Seraphim!” he blurts, as my pussy squeezes and holds him. “I have seen Her!”

  He starts to grunt, and I see thick white cream floating out of me as he rams me hard. I begin to climax and it feels like an electric current that jolts through me.

  He’s no longer holding my mouth shut, so I settle on releasing a wailing hum rather than screaming and moaning.

  It feels as if every last endorphin in my body has been released, and my body trembles beneath Cygnus’ alien strength and power. I feel his cock begin to twitch within me.

  “Yes!” he snorts. “Yes!”

  His voice is louder than it’s been, even he’s not able to keep quiet now.

  Drool escapes from my mouth as my fingers and toes twitch against the power of my climax, and I feel Cygnus’ thick and creamy cum pumping into my pussy.

  His seed fills me entirely, and then I see it spilling out of me and floating across the cockpit. It’s teal-colored.

  His cock vibrates with fury and twitches a half -dozen times; more teal cum floats across the cockpit in spheres and rivulets.

  I laugh and giggle and cry simultaneously, and he continues orgasming. He comes much longer and more intensely than any human man, and he produces so much fucking cum that I worry we’ll spend hours cleaning it up.

  His orgasm starts to die down, and I feel his cock’s vibrations finally subsiding. He holds himself still, his cock balls-deep inside me. We stay like that until the vibrations stop entirely.

  “Cygnus,” I say quietly, feeling his cock softening within me. “That was...incredible.”

  “Yes,” he says. “The way your insides clenched against me, and the overwhelming wetness...and to think you had just orgasmed! Minutes before!”

  He pulls out of me and I turn back to face him. “How many times can you come? Just once per cycle?”

  I know it’s a somewhat selfish question, but I need to know what I’m getting into. Even if he can only fuck me like that once per month—or however long one of his cycles lasts—it’s well worth the wait.

  “What do you mean?” he asks.

  “You said you’d never seen a woman who could come more than once per cycle, what about you?”

  “I’m a man,” he says. “A dominant male.”

  “Which means?” I prompt.


  “I come when a female does,” he says. “Typically a dominant male can take any number of women and he can fill them all up one after another.”

  I open my mouth, but no words come out. “You….” I start to say. “You want to take more women?”

  He narrows his eyes at me. “No.... Don’t you understand?”

  He cups my face in both of his hands and gazes at me with fierce intensity.

  “No,” I say. “I don’t.”

  “We’ve attained the Seraphic Form! It’s growing now within you, our child. Even the bear agrees with me, you’re my lifemate.”

  12 Cygnus

  I’ve forgotten about the pirates.

  Aura. I can think only of Aura.

  Still I must save my brother, if only to tell him how right he was. If only to help him find his own lifemate.

  Aura is all that matters now.... Aura and the child growing inside her. I know how strong my seed is, and I don’t need any equipment to check that she is now pregnant. Our child will mean the end to my race’s nomadic lifestyle.

  Or war, I realize. Not everyone will embrace the Seraphim. I must find my brother and work with the humans. I must secure a future for my child and lifemate.

  “We’re clear now,” Seth’s voice says. “You better get in the shuttle while you still can.”

  Aura floats over and grabs me. She’s jammed a number of supplies into a big bag, which she straps to her back. I’m ravenously hungry, especially after the divine exertion of procreation, and I already cooked and ate the last of the rations. Aura saved the last of the meat strips—the bacon—for me.

  The bio-suit would have already been ready had I not lacked food or hibernated. It’s still immature, and I don’t know how much food will be available on the Martian surface.

  I follow Aura into the shuttle, which is barely large enough for the two of us. There are two chairs, and I’m too big for mine. My knees are pressed into the edge of the wall and I must bend my head down so I don’t hit the ceiling. I’m wearing the clothes Aura has made for me. My penis presses uncomfortably up against the pants. It’s a curious design, as the penis—which is meant to hang down along a male’s line of symmetry—is forced either to the left or right. It seems an arbitrary decision, but I put my penis to the left, as it feels slightly more comfortable in that position.