by Enid Titan
"You're here. You're safe with me. Whatever you dreamed of, it doesn't matter."
It matters. But I cannot tell her that. I cannot risk hurting her when I'm supposed to protect her. Perhaps I can delay my death. It would not be cheating honor then.
"Thank you. I will return to sleep now."
“Your screams were deathly. If I’m to be honest, you scared me. I don't want to sleep alone.”
She flicks on a light, and I raise a curious eyebrow as my pupils adjust.
"You do not want to sleep alone?"
She reaches for her nightdress and shrugs it off her shoulders.
"I don't. But… I want to know what you were dreaming of."
"I'm afraid that I cannot tell you."
"You have secrets then?"
She smirks and shrugs the rest of her nightdress off. A cool breeze runs through the room and her nipples stand on end. Those breasts are quickly becoming my obsession.
"Everyone has secrets."
"Some more than others."
"Do not just stand there to tempt me."
"Major Soren, tempting you is not my intention."
She saunters over to me, her enormous breasts bouncing with each step. My hardness turns rigid beneath my tunic.
"You do not wish to escape me then?"
"I couldn't sleep. I could only think about you and what happened and I've realized something."
"What might that be?"
"Maybe I believe in fate. Maybe I believe aliens crash land on your doorstep for a reason. I've gotten involved with worse men… And you try to protect me. You've only tried to protect me. It might be strange, but I think I could get used to it."
"What might be strange?"
"An alien boyfriend."
"I would not be your boyfriend. I would be your mate. It is different."
"You say funny things like that and I know it should terrify me but… It only makes me want you more."
"Good. Then remove the fabric from your mound."
"Will you make love to me?"
"Yes," I say hoarsely.
I want to expel these horrific dreams from my consciousness. It would not do to lose two lovers. It will not do for me to dwell on losing Nadia. I have to have her. I have to keep her safe. I have to forget the guilt that plagues me.
She strips her clothing off. Forgetting my misery becomes easy. She reaches for my tunic and strips it off. She continues her thorough examination of my body, soft human hands grazing the ridges of my obliques. Then, her hands move to my shoulders and she touches the sharper tips with her fingers as if afraid that I could cut her.
"Will you be gentle?"
"If you wish."
"I don't," she says frankly, "I want you to be free. I want you to express whatever raw alien desire you have. Don't hold back with me. I'm not breakable."
I hold her hips and draw her close to me so she straddles me.
"You might not be breakable, but I could break you."
She runs her hands through my hair.
"You won't. I know you won't."
"How can you look at me and see someone gentle?"
"I just do. And you don't have to tell me your secret. At least not yet. I sense great sadness in you, Soren. So maybe we fit together. I have also been sad. And I've been lonely."
“I am here,” I murmur, “Right here.”
I shift my trousers down so my hardness stands erect and her soft soaked mound hovers above it."Take me," she breathes, closing her eyes and tilting her head back.
13
I lick it and it’s mine
I enter her slowly. Her hips respond to the tip of my hardness, pressing into her and parting her until I bury my rigid, plated cock inside her human tightness. She cries out as my full-length slides into her. She grabs the ridges on my shoulders and rides me, taking me deep into her slippery human wetness.
She groans and moves her hips up and down as she rides, swiveling them in the perfect motion to pleasure me. I grab onto her much smaller human hips and allow her bouncing breasts to mesmerize me completely.
The large orbs jiggle as she moves and her nipples stand on end, hard and inviting. I drop my head to wrap my tongue around my female’s perfect breasts. She cries out and climaxes, her pussy clamping hard around my turgid ten inches.
I run my hand through her blue hair, draw her body close to mine so I feel the warmth of her thighs against mine as she rides me. I run my fingers over her tattoos and then I kiss her, taking her lips into my mouth and thrusting my tongue into hers. She moans into my mouth, and I buck my hip upwards to make her cum again.
I love the way she rides me. I love her softness. I love Nadia. I am close to my climax so I pull her off my massive alien cock and roll her onto the floor, on her back again. I enjoy gazing into her human eyes as I bury my rigid alien dick inside her and I enjoy watching her olive skin redden as she cums.
I pry her legs apart in this arousing position. Between her thighs is so damp, and I realize that I have not had a taste of her. I kiss the top of her stomach and move my head down between her thighs. My hair drapes over my face, and I push it out of the way when she questions me.
"What are you doing?" She stammers.
"Tasting you," I growl.
She scrambles away by a few inches, and I smell her terror.
"I have done my research. Humans practice this."
I remember distinctly those lectures on alien behavior. This should be enjoyable to her. But she looks frightened.
"I know humans practice this," she snaps, "but I've never practiced it."
"Not even with your mate? That brute?"
"Bradley was not my mate as you like to put it. And like you said, he was a brute. He said that I was too gross for him to do that."
"Gross?"
"Soren… I'm too self-conscious to have a man's lips down there."
"It would bring you pleasure," I explain.
“I don't need you to mansplain eating pussy to me.”
“Mansplain?”
“Ugh! This is killing my vibe.”
Killing her vibe? Nadia speaks in tongues so often, it is a wonder I understand her at all.
"Explain," I say calmly.
I am still rigid. I still need to release my seed between her legs. It will be easier if she is calm.
"if you try, the only thing I'll be able to think about is that you secretly find me gross and I won't be able to… You know… Climax."
“Your smell intoxicates me. Your taste… I can only imagine. I do not find you gross, Nadia.”
"Why do you want to do that? It doesn't bring you any pleasure."
I smile.
"Perhaps when you know me better, you will understand how deeply it pleases me to please you."
I command her gently.
"Lie back, Nadia."
She tilts her body back, her chest shuddering as she squeezes her eyes shut. I kiss the top of her thigh.
"Relax…"
"I'm trying."
I run my hands over her thighs and then kiss between them, starting at her knees and working my kisses up all the way to her mound. I stop just before my lips encounter her plump, soaked labia. Her tightness drips and I yearn to lap up every bit of her juices.
she whimpers as I approach her mound for the third time yet do not press my tongue between it.
"You're desperate for it now, aren't you?"
"It aches…" She moans.
"I taste the juices from your sex. You are delicious. Let me lick you, Nadia."
"Please… Be gentle," she pleads.
I have no intention of being anything but gentle. I spread her legs further apart and then I lick the entire length of her sex from her hardened nub all the way to the pad of flesh between her entrance and her asshole. She cries out from the first lick, and I resume pressing my lips between her legs. I start by softly nibbling her labia with my lips alone.
Then, I slip my tongue inside her in her lips and swirl it around her
entrance, paying close attention to her clit and lavishing it with slow broad strokes, French kissing her pussy until she moans.
She has forgotten self-consciousness. She clutches the rug and bends her knees, spreading every inch of her sex wide for my access. My tongue slides between her lower lips again and then teases her ass. As my tongue touches her ass she moans loudly and I pay close attention to the tiny, puckered hole.
It would be a hard fit for my member, but perhaps soon, I will claim every inch of my human female.
I returned my attention to her starved wetness. My tongue swirls around her engorged pearl and I suck on it until she screams with pleasure and her legs kick out wildly like a bug. She climaxes hard and shudders and shakes and my tongue returns to her sex to lavish her with attention.
As she cums harder than I have ever seen, I move my attention to her ass. I lick every inch of her exposed cheeks, tease her ass with my tongue and then move my mouth back to her wetness where I can drink the delectable juices of her arousal. I make her cum again. And again. And I eat her with pleasure until she begs me to stop.
I move my tongue away and grin.
"Did you enjoy that?" I ask, knowing full well that she did.
Nadia laughed giddily.
"You are evil…"
“I need to cum,” I growl, “Get on all fours.”
14
Where Will You Go?
She positions herself on all fours. It is the perfect position for me to enjoy her human body. Her breasts hang low, nearly grazing the ground. Her round, shapely buttocks invites me to thrust my rigid alien member between her legs.
Juices dribble from her opening down her thighs. I long to fill her with my seed. I have extended my patience to its limit and now I need it to take satisfaction from my mate. I growl and run my hand along the length of her back. She arches her back as I touch her, exposing more of her wetness to me. She opens like a desert flower in the morning and her insides drip with yearning.
It is a pity that my need to cum strengthens with each passing moment, or I would taste her again.
The tip of my hardness flicks gently against her entrance. The teasing reminds her of my tongue against her opening and she moans, thrusting her hips backward to meet the tip. I grunt and tease the elastic opening of her sex before thrusting my full length inside of her.
The rigid plating on the underside of my member reacts to the softness of her flesh and the dampness tightening around my enormous alien member. She thrust her hips back, burying me deep inside her. The head of my dick flicks around her insides madly, licking at the spongy walls of her pussy as she moans.
Nadia’s hips bounce backward and she cries out with each thrust, pleasure overwhelming her alien body, so small compared to my massive Taurean frame.
Juices dribbled from her wetness and I lean forward, pressing Nadia’s body into the rug as her warmth envelops me and I move my hips slowly to fuck her with caring.
“I love you,” I breathe.
Her moans grow louder and she climaxes again. I am ready to finish inside of her and I cum hard. My cock stiffens and an eruption of juices spill from me, as clear seed bursts from my hardness. Thick pumps of my seed coat the walls of her sex and as I withdraw, more spills down her legs.
"How?" she asks.
"How what?"
“How can you do that to me? How can I feel this way with you when you're not even human?”
"In this quadrant, different species mate all the time."
"That's aliens. I suppose there are more of you. Probably millions. You're probably all up there mating with each other. But I'm human. I'm on earth. I shouldn't let myself go like this. It’s not natural for humans."
I bite my tongue. It seems poor taste to tell her that some humans have already left her planet and experienced life in the galaxy.
“You are not going anywhere,” I answer instead.
"That is not what I mean."
She stares wistfully for a moment and then she asks me, “when you’re finished with your mission, where will you go?”
I never intended to tell her the truth of my plans. I never intended to tell her I never planned for what would happen after my mission. I came to Terra to die. A part of me still intends to die on this green planet with its wet heavy air despite my temptation to stay with her and protect her — and take her light-years away.
“You got quiet,” she grumbles.
“Dress yourself, Nadia. I should return to my ship.”
“Are you going back into space?”
"No. But I need to file reports."
She shrugs.
"As long as I can be sure you'll come back here."
"You have my word. I would not abandon you."
"Fine then. What time can I expect you back?"
"You could come with me."
She shakes her head.
"I have already accepted that aliens exist. I've accepted that when I'm around you, I feel these strange, uncontrollable things. But spaceships? That would make everything feel… To real. Right now it feels more like a fantasy."
"I assure you that this is no fantasy."
There’s no convincing her once she’s decided.
"Come back soon."
I leave her house for the woods. It is easy to find my ship again and when I do; I check for communications from Tau. There is nothing. By now, it should irritate the general I have missed reports.
What he does with my boring observations about the weather and the “regular rural people”, I have no clue. But there are no communications from the general. He has never missed one. If there's one thing he's religious about it is giving me my orders.
My instincts tell me something is wrong. I can't go over the general's head, but I can check in with other soldiers. Others who may know what he's up to and why he isn't responding to me. I contact an old friend. Major Raminar might know.
Raminar is the other Taurean on the planet and even if our missions are spread out from each other, and the general advised against frequent communication, in an emergency, they would not consider it unwise to reach out to him.
I intend to get back to Nadia quickly, but Raminar takes longer than I expected to respond. And his response sends a chill down my spine. This is the last thing I expected to hear. And it makes my situation on this planet very complicated. And as for Nadia… I don't know what I will do about her.
I return to the house to find her making some strange human food. I refuse it. She does not seem to mind having more for herself.
“You eat so much for someone so tiny,” I point out as she stuffs her face full of some strange vegetable.
“Tiny? No one on this planet thinks I'm tiny. Trust me.”
"To me, you are tiny."
Nadia rolls her eyes. She has an agenda of her own for me.
"Are you ready to tell me your big secret?"
"Big secret?"
"What are you going to do when you leave? I know you plan to. And I know that there is something weighing on your mind. Something that weighs on you enough to give you nightmares."
Such things are not your concern.
"Suit yourself then. What did you learn from your ship?"
The answer to that question is not her concern either. What I've learned on the ship will not affect her. It shouldn’t, at least.
“There are problems on my homeworld,” I say. Nadia slams her knife down. I smell her anger.
“I upset you.”
“Damn right I’m upset. Listen, I know little about alien culture if there is such a thing, but I know that you talk to me as if I’m some child, some delicate thing you need to protect. Tell me the truth, Soren. Now.”
15
Why I Came To Die
“I came to Terra to die.”
“You mean that.”
“Yes. I could have retired, but I took this mission because it was dangerous and unpopular and I needed it.”
She squeezes that knife of hers so tightly. I
fear she will throw it in my direction.
“You want to die here,” she repeats, forcing herself to believe it.
“Yes.”
“Damn you, Soren!”
She hurls the knife at me and I barely duck as it swishes between my long horns. My tail flicks behind me with frustration as adrenaline surges through me. The thrill of an attack just barely avoided.
“I am sorry,” I say.
“Why do you want to die? You travel the galaxy in a spaceship. You have powers beyond any on Earth if you can get here. You must come from an advanced society. Why would you want to die?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I respond, “I cannot complete my mission. Not anymore.”
“Why not?”
“My homeworld has changed.”
She scowls and pushes her plate away.
“I’m not hungry anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Shut up, Soren. Don’t act like you care about me.”
She storms off and slams the door to her bedroom. I did something. Or said something. I can’t figure out what. I knock on the door and she yells, “Go away!”
I don’t want to leave her, so I sleep on her soft chair.
We speak very little for three days and three nights. I disappear during the day to receive more bad news from Tau. I must leave Terra soon. Alive. To do my duty for my country.
For those three nights, dreams come more often. I wish I did not have to see my lost love’s face every time I close my eyes. But she comes to me. And this time she speaks.
"I never asked you to die, Soren."
Zanina. Beautiful, pale green Zanina. I cannot cling to her anymore. I cannot use her as an excuse to extend my misery.
"I know," I say hoarsely.
"I died many years ago. Why do you still torture yourself with guilt?"
Black hair swoops in front of her body and I want to touch her one last time, to kiss her and to say, “I’m sorry.”
I will not let her fate befall another.
