by Stasia Black
But Ana is life and fucking her is all the reason I’ll need from now on.
I lift her in my arms, out of the chair. It’s too constraining and my erection feels ready to burst with wanting to rut her hard.
I walk us to the now-closed door of the shuttle and lean her up against it. I brace her back with my arm and slip the other underneath her plump bottom. Her flesh is so soft and supple as I squeeze it. Her arms wrap around my neck.
And finally I have the range of motion I need. Now when I pull out and thrust back in, I can bury myself so much deeper. Ana cries out and her arms cinch like a vise around my neck, her fingernails digging into my scalp.
Fuck. She’s close. Every time I thrust in, my groin creates friction against her button. There’s a place inside her, too, but I can tell that I’m not quite hitting it.
I close my eyes in concentration and try to focus on her feelings, but the mist only grows thicker. It’s not something I can harness on command. It’s fluid. And now I’m distracting myself from the pleasure by thinking too hard.
So I bury my mouth on hers and lose myself in her scent again. When I next thrust into her, I swirl and grind my hips against hers. Her sweet little breathy cries escalate in pitch.
Her back arches, thrusting her teats into my bare chest as she clenches on my shaft.
“Oh God, yes,” she cries against my mouth. “Right there. Yes. Fuck me, Ezo.”
And then her hips rock against mine furiously as she chases her pleasure. I hold her close, so close. She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever held in my hands. I want more of her even as, oh fuck, here it comes.
It’s gripping me and not letting go. Fuck. It’s more than just an easy wave of pleasure like I’ve always felt before when fucking my hand.
This is a tsunami. It’s coming closer, so big and so overwhelming— It’s coming. It’s coming. I hold Ana to me like she’s a life raft. Like the only way either of us are going to survive this is by clinging to one another.
And then it hits.
Ana screams and I roar. A pleasure so violent it’s almost pain hits me hard, lighting up the base of my spine and shooting to my balls and then straight out my shaft, spurting seed into Ana’s hungry cunt.
She’s going off at the same time, squeezing me, screaming, cursing, legs spasming even as they lock tighter around my hips.
“Yes, yes, Ana,” I croon, still swiveling my hips, wanting it to last forever for her. As soon as she starts coming down, I swirl and press in again. And ancients, that seems to set her right back off again.
Water streams down her cheeks from her eyes and she finally buries her head into my chest when her shaking finally subsides again.
My own arms are shaky, not from holding her but from the wild, unexpected pleasure storm. I carry her to a low bench in the back of the shuttle.
Her eyes are drooping. Finally, I disconnect from her and lay her down on the bench. Her eyes shoot open the moment I slip out.
“Oh,” she says, blinking like she’s a little unsure where she is after going to that alternate plane with me. I feel the same, like for many minutes there, we weren’t on Earth or stuck in a ship in the stars, but somewhere else entirely. A place where only she and I existed together, created from our passion.
She looks around dazedly. “I should put my legs up.”
What Earth custom is this? As if seeing my confusion, she clarifies. “It helps a woman get pregnant, if she puts her legs up for fifteen minutes after she has sex.”
It seems like a silly human superstition to me, but if it will make my Ana feel better…
“How can I help?”
She glances at me quickly and then away. “Hmm… Well… Do you have anything I could prop my legs up on?”
I grab the bag full of human clothes Shak sent me and position it under her thighs like she indicated. She immediately relaxes back into the bench and closes her eyes.
It gives me the opportunity to stare at her unencumbered. She’s so beautiful. Are all Earth females this beautiful? No, I know they are not. I saw plenty of Earth females in my research and none struck me like Ana does.
Ana is the most precious of all of them.
And she is mine.
I will gather her to me and build a fortress around us should anyone try to take her from me. I will hide us away in the deepest cavern I can find on this new planet to keep her safe.
Because. She. Is. Mine.
Chapter Three
Ana
“Are you sure I’m not pregnant?” I can’t hide my disappointment as as Ezo’s tongue peeps in and out of his mouth while he crouches down, sniffing my pussy.
I fell asleep after we… But Juliet said it happened this fast. Just one time and a few hours later golden scales were popping up all over her body.
And I want this more than I ever wanted anything in my life.
Which is why I didn’t bring any of those other women with me. I thought about it. I really did. But what were the chances that this alien god would choose me if he had other options in front of him? No one ever chooses me. That’s not me throwing a pity party, it’s just fact.
So I had to stack the odds in my favor.
By, you know, being the only option available and claiming him as soon as he landed. Getting pregnant would seal the deal.
I stare intensely at my forearms as if I can will scales to appear
But nothing.
I’m the same old boring human I’ve always been.
Nothing special.
“Can I see more of your planet now?” Ezo asks, popping back up to his feet. He’s at least a foot taller than me and I have to crane my neck to look up at him. He’s clearly excited to explore and I’m being a bitch making this all about me.
So I smile and reach out to take his hand.
He looks down in surprise at our interconnected fingers. Shit. Why did I just do that? I try to let go of his fingers but he refuses to release mine. It’s just that the connection and intimacy we shared earlier…it wasn’t just like normal sex.
At least not like any of the sex I’ve ever had before. Maybe it’s like that for Ezo every time. Juliet didn’t have any inside info on that since her husband was a virgin when they got together. Is this normal for Draci relationships?
No time to think about that now though because looking up into Ezo’s excited face, I can’t do anything more but nod. God he’s handsome. He’s got a jaw like a Disney prince and his eyes are a startling electric blue. I could stare at him all day but I try to shake it off.
“Yeah, we can go into the city now.” I give a little tug on his hand. “Come on. My car is just outside.”
“Your car?” His eyes light up. “One of the transportation conveyances that drives on wheels?”
I laugh. “Um, yeah. Do vehicles not have wheels where you’re from?” Then I slap my forehead. “Duh, I guess not considering you guys have the technology for space travel.”
“Our vehicles have not had wheels since the time of the ancients.”
“Do I want to know how long ago the ancients lived?”
Ezo’s eyes sparkle. “Shak says he has not even told his Juliet how old he is. He’s afraid of frightening her.”
“What? That’s ridiculous. Besides, not telling her probably makes her assume the worst. What, is he a hundred years old?”
Ezo’s eyebrows go up.
“One fifty?”
One eyebrow inches up even further.
“Two hundred?”
“I do not know Shak’s exact age but I’m happy to tell you that I am three hundred and thirty-six.”
I choke a little, staring at him. “But you don’t look any older than thirty in human years. Did they try to make you look younger or something?”
“No,” he shakes his head. “My age is accurately reflected in human years. I am still far from middle age.
“Holy shit.”
I keep walking out of the airplane hangar but I have to admit I’m going on au
topilot. Ezo’s more than a quarter-millennia old. Holy shit. I mean, I knew we were dealing with a more technologically advanced race…but this is just nuts.
“Will we go to King Shak directly?”
“No,” I say abruptly. I’m not ready for Juliet to know that I volunteered myself as Ezo’s mate. Myself and only myself.
“I just mean,” I try to say more smoothly, “don’t you want a little tour? Shak and Juliet are locked up behind the walls of the compound. I thought you might like to see a little bit of what Earth has to offer before we head to check in with them.”
“A tour?”
“Yeah, you know. I’ll take you to the best pizza joint in town.”
“Pizza?” Ezo’s face immediately transforms and he looks like a little boy on Christmas morning. “I have greatly desired to try this Earth delicacy.”
I sputter out a laugh. “I don’t know about pizza being a delicacy, but it is damn good. Especially Tony’s. It’s the best in town. Authentic Italian.”
Ezo nods with his brows furrowed like he’s taking in my every word as gospel.
“Okay.” I gesture towards the car. “Jump in.”
But now that we’re outside, Ezo is spinning slowly, looking up and down and all around. It’s empty out here, there’s nothing to see. Sacramento is dry and flat and dusty. But you’d swear by looking at Ezo’s face that this is the most fascinating place on Earth.
He bends over and rubs some dirt between his fingers, watching in fascination as the wind stirs the dry topsoil and a flock of birds take flight in the distance.
He’s licking his lips almost constantly. If I didn’t know it was the aliens’ way of smelling things, I’d think he had some weird oral fixation.
But as it is, he’s so damn cute. And sexy. He’s only wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt but hot damn, he’s so built and muscled he pulls it off.
Everything about him is enticing. Especially since I remember the way he took command earlier in the shuttle. How he lifted me so effortlessly and then fucked me against the wall. He’s not some immature boy-man like all my exes.
No, Ezo is something else altogether. Something new.
And I feel new when I’m with him.
I grin and lean over, hooking my fingers around his wrist. “Come on, silly, or we’ll be here all day. I promise, the city has even more to explore.”
He looks reluctant to go but follows my lead. I take him around to the passenger side door. Again, he’s endlessly fascinated by the car door and how pulling on the lever opens it.
Like a kid in a candy store, he wants to investigate everything by touching it. And then, more often than not, by tasting it, too.
If his childlike curiosity weren’t so endearing, him licking my dashboard might wig me out a little. But as it is, it’s hella endearing.
His hands are glued to his window as we enter Sacramento proper and he’s so wide-eyed his eyes might just about pop out of his head.
“It is so strange…” he whispers. “All this time we knew there must be others out there like us.” He shakes his head. “But to see a city again, buildings stacked into the sky so high…it’s a wonder.”
I glance over at him and his face is full of both awe and sadness.
I can’t imagine leaving an entire life behind. Leaving my planet behind. It must’ve taken such courage.
I reach out and squeeze Ezo’s leg. “I’m so glad you’re here. I can barely believe it. I mean, I always dreamed about meeting someone like you, but now that you’re here… It’s the most amazing thing. You’re the most amazing…”
I break off before I embarrass myself, but Ezo’s huge smile tells me he doesn’t think I’m embarrassing. And that he might just think I’m amazing, too.
Chapter Four
Ezo
I’m tempted to say that all of it was worth it for pizza. The years of uncertainty. The long voyage. The cold nights.
Because as the hot, salty cheese and tomato explodes on my tongue, the only thing better in all the universes I know of is sex with my mate, Ana.
And to have experienced both of them in the same day?
How can this be my life now?
Fortune is not this kind. She is fickle and I can’t help but be afraid. Where is the ugly surprise? When will this all be yanked away?
But if I focus only on that, I’ll miss these beautiful moments I have now. So I put it out of my head and take another large bite of the most delicious food in all the universes.
And I gaze at my beautiful mate who sits across the table.
I wish she were closer where I could touch and scent her more easily.
But then I think, no, it’s better to sit like this where I can see all the changeable expressions on her face.
“So you were a jock?” she asks.
Like so much of what she says, this makes no sense. I studied Earth customs more than anyone, but I find that I’m still so often at such a loss.
“I mean, you played that sport, what did you call it, when you were in school?”
Ah! “Yes. I was always very good at unza.”
“Right, unza! Don’t tell me, you fly around on broomsticks chasing a flying golden ball?”
“Broomsticks? No. We are Draci. We have wings. And it is not so much a ball we used as a large baton.”
Ana leans forward across the table. “Do you miss them? Your wings?”
I think for a moment. “We haven’t been able to truly use them in almost a hundred and fifty years. Space is too cramped on the ship. And on Earth we cannot fly free either since we are meant to be kept a secret.”
I look around the shop where humans of all sizes and colors and shapes move all around me, none of them giving me a second glance. They are living their own lives and now I am living among them.
“No,” I say decisively, grabbing Ana’s hand. “I do not miss my wings. Not when not having them allows me to be here with you.”
A slow, pleased smile crosses Ana’s face. “You want to get out of here? We can take the rest of the pizza with us.”
“Where will we go now?” I cannot hide my excitement. Every place Ana has taken me today has been amazing.
First we drove through the city and I admired the human architecture. Then we ‘parked’ the car and I got to see everything so much more up close.
We passed shop after shop, each of them selling items so unique I got distracted more than once. Ana was patient, her smile wide as she explained strange Earth customs to me.
There are shops for shearing the hair on their heads. Shops that display small shining jewels on strings that females wear around their necks and wrists. It seems the hoarding impulse is not just a Draci impulse, for the gems are as lovely as any the ancients would store in their caves and fight over in the Century Wars. Though they are much smaller then gemstones on Draci.
Other shops are devoted to their kits, filled with brightly colored objects of play. Still more stores were for shoes and food and for decorating one’s dwelling. Other tall buildings are places of business, and dwellings, and banks—which, when Ana explains it, just seems like another form of hoarding to me.
Then finally we arrived at the establishment that sells pizza and Ana has been enchanting me with her stories of Earth kind ever since.
Ana bites her lip as she blinks up at me slowly. “I was thinking we could go back to my apartment. My dwelling.”
My thoughts immediately go to the last time we were secluded and alone. How it felt to penetrate her body with my shaft, so deep inside her. Her scent on my tongue. The enchanting way her teats bounced with my every thrust.
I nod emphatically. “Yes. Yes, I would like that very much.”
Because as exciting as seeing this Earth city is, the best part about today has been Ana. She is bright and happy and expressive, none of which can be used to describe any Draci I know. Being around her feels so good, even when I am not fucking her. I know all humans are not this kind. I have studied their history. They ca
n be just as violent and cruel as my own race.
But in Ana I have found the single jewel amid a mountain.
And I have also been fighting my erections for most of the day. Her scent is still on my tongue, no matter how many other scents I encounter.
While she sat across from me eating pizza, her teats jiggled enticingly through the thin fabric of her clothing, and all I could imagine was earlier when she whipped it off over her head and exposed herself fully to me.
I’m not sure that going to her apartment means I will get a repeat of such a display, but even the possibility has me up and out of my seat.
Ana grins at me, pausing only long enough to box up our pizza and insert a card in a machine along the wall before getting up as well.
“What is that?” I nod at the wall machine.
“That’s how I pay. It’s called a credit card. Nobody uses cash anymore.” Seeing my confusion, she slows down. “When I insert this card, money from my bank is transferred to this restaurant to pay for our meal.”
I nod. I like the way that Ana explains things. I usually don’t feel like a stupid person, but coming to this place has me feeling a little like a child again. I need a guide for even the simplest of tasks.
But that is why I have Ana. I start to smile and it dies as another thought strikes me. Because what does Ana get out of this arrangement? I’m clumsy here on Earth. I cannot provide for her, not even her food.
What if she decides I am more trouble than I am worth?
I clasp her hand. I must mate her again as soon as possible so that I might see into her feelings again. Does she regret this mate bond? She smiles but smiles can be lies. Some Draci females will be only smiles and sweetness to your face at the same time their accomplice drives a knife into your soft tissue from behind.
I do not believe Ana is like that but I must know, does she mean her smiles? Is this magnificent Earth a place I can truly call home or have I merely been shown paradise only for it to be yanked away right out from underneath me?
