4
Isabella
Nature has always been a way for me to release my stress, and I have more stress than most. Or maybe I just don’t have thick skin. I don’t’ know, but it feels like I’m always trying to find an excuse to be outside, to walk through a forest, to swim in streams, to mountain climb.
It’s freeing to be out in nature, away from the hustle and bustle of cities. I don’t like centuricars. Not really. They’re small and confining, although I do love how fast they can go. I once tried to see how fast one could go. I hit one-hundred-and-fifty-two miles per hour before I crashed. I walked away. The centuricar didn’t. Not that the vehicle can walk away, but it wasn’t drivable anymore. The guy I had been sleeping with at the time hadn’t appreciated that, my totaling his vehicle, and he came at me. I broke his arm. It was either that or let him kill me, and that wasn’t going to happen.
I’m not a violent person, but if you think I’m a pushover, you’re fucking wrong. I’m as free-spirited as they come, but you do not push my buttons, or I will end you.
For three days now, I’ve been climbing this mountain. Another hour or two, and I’ll reach the top. After that… I don’t’ know. I have enough food to last me for about three more days. There’s plenty of wildlife here for me to hunt down more meat, and there are some berries too. Even a stream so I have a source of water. Maybe I’ll stick around here for a time.
But then what? I don’t know. I’ve been living my life day to day for so long now that I don’t know how else to live it. Maybe being so free-spirited isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be.
The sight from the pinnacle, though, makes the trek up here so worthwhile, and I spend hours just watching the sun, the scenery, taking in deep breaths, trying to make peace with myself.
There’s no peace to be had, though. Not when the military will purposely endanger people just to see if their new recruits are emotionless zombies. What the hell. I still can’t get over that, and I never will. It pisses me off too. Why? Why keep secrets, and why experiment on lupus bears? Why risk people’s lives?
“It’s not worth it,” I grumble.
A rock tumbles down the mountain beneath me, and I shift to the side, around a bush so that I can see what animal is prowling about.
It’s not an animal. It’s a man.
Not a man from Earth.
An alien.
He's too young to be Novan even if he is very dark blue-skinned. His muscles gleam with sweat as he climbs. This mountain is very steep, and parts of it are straight, entirely vertical, as if you're climbing a wall. He's very determined in his task, not glancing around at all, and his grip is sure, true. He doesn't fumble around to find the next fingerhold, and I find myself enjoying the show very much. His muscles flex, and I lick my lips, wondering how those muscles would feel beneath my fingers.
Hey, a girl has needs, ya know? I have no shame at all. My sexual appetite is healthy, and I haven’t found many who can keep up with me. Not for lack of trying. To me, sex is a way to bond with another person, but it doesn’t have to be a lasting bond. It’s a way to be close to someone else, but it doesn’t tie you to that person. It feels good, so why not enjoy it?
I debate calling out to him when he finally looks up and notices me. I throw him a wink and a wave.
“How you doing down there?” I ask.
“Not too bad,” he says. His voice is deeper than I expected. It suits him, I decide.
“You’re taking your sweet time,” I tease even though he’s climbing faster than I did. Is he tried to hurry to the top? Is he trying to get to me?
I scan his body again. As far as I can tell, he doesn’t have any weapons on him, but he’s strong. If he gets the jump on me, I’d be a goner. Good thing I have the high ground, but I’m not worried because he chuckles.
“Time is all I have,” he says. “I like to enjoy my climb.”
“Do you now? Climb often?” I ask.
“I climb to climb onto gorgeous women.”
“That so?” I roll my eyes and shake my head. “When did you drop by on Earth? I didn’t think there were too many of you here.”
“Not that long ago.”
“And how many women have you fucked in that time?”
“Oh, I never said I fucked a woman on Earthen soil.” He pauses and stares up at me. “Not literally outdoors. Not yet at least.”
I shift and rub my legs together. He’s one smooth talker. Diego had been too to some extent, but there’s something about this Kurian that lights me on fire, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
"I'm not sure how sexy it is to fuck outside on the soil," I say dryly. "I might prefer it if I do the climbing."
“You like to be on top then? Maybe I should stop climbing and let you come down to me so you can climb on.”
“Maybe you should stop taking your sweet time and get your ass up here,” I counter.
He laughs, and he reaches the top with me roughly five minutes later. He's taller than I am, maybe six-five, six-six. I'm five-eight, so we're nowhere near close in height.
I stand and touch his chest. His skin is a lot warmer than I expected, and the salt, his scent…
I push him away. “You aren’t on your back,” I say. “You wanted to fuck a woman on Earthen soil, don’t you?”
“I thought the woman wanted to climb on me, so technically I’ll be fucked on Earthen soil.”
“Does that work for you?” I coo.
“You tell me.” He grabs my hand and puts it on his crotch.
He's hard, rock hard, and I rub him through his pants. A low growl escapes through his lips, and I reach down his shorts to grab him. He jerks, and I stroke him once, twice, rubbing the tip with my thumb until he begins to leak.
“Yes, someone’s excited,” I tease, stepping back.
He grins wickedly and sniffs. "You can try to act like it's all one-sided, but I can smell your arousal."
“Can you now?” I ask, my eyebrows lifting.
“Yes. I bet your soaking wet.”
I shrug and put my hand down my pants. I prefer to go mountain climbing in pants rather than shorts because of the terrain.
My fingers sweep against my lips and enter me. It’s a show for him because I already know he’s right. I’m ready, so very ready.
I bring myself close, moaning, but then opt to let him take me the rest of the way if he can. If he can’t, I’ll finish myself later. With a grin, I remove my hand and hold up my shining fingers slick with my juices.
“Yeah, I’m a little wet,” I admit.
He growls again, the animal sound making me even more turned on. He sounds possessive, like he wants to claim me, and I can already tell this round is going to be good. He’s a fighter, and he’s going to want to finish, but I think he’ll want me to finish too. Too many guys just worry about their cocks and their orgasm, stopping once their cock weeps, but that’s not when the fucking should end. No, the fucking should go on for as long as possible, for both parties to come at least once but hopefully many more times than that.
The Kurian grabs my wrist and yanks me to him. We stand flush against each other, both of us wearing too many clothes even if he is half-naked already. Without hesitating, he sucks my fingers, licking juices, and damn it all, if that isn’t the sexiest thing ever, I don’t know.
As if that act is a gunshot to signal the sex romp has now begun, we fight each other in our haste to remove our clothes. He goes to his knees, me following, and I kiss him full on the mouth, but he turns it into a claiming right, shoving his tongue into my mouth, caressing my tongue and then drawing back to bite my lower lip, to nibble, to take. I grab his hands and place them against my boobs as I push on his shoulders to force him to lie down. As soon as he is in position, I wiggle against his cock, gyrating and rubbing up and down so that my wetness coats him before I even consider taking his impressive cock deep inside me.
I let his tip in nice and slow, and he tilts back his head as he squeezes my nip
ples hard. He mumbles something that sounds like, "Ovian," and I wiggle my hips in a figure-eight before shoving myself down, impaling myself on his hard cock so hard and fast that I see stars. My orgasm rolls over me, and my toes curl. I throw back my head, pulling myself away from him. His fingers remain on my nipples, so they're tugged hard, and that pain only adds to my pleasure.
I'm the one off to the races now, and I ride him nice and hard and fast, and I don't want to stop. I can't stop. Won't stop. His cock fills me entirely, and when I come, I groan, not wanting this to be over already, even though I managed to come three times already.
“Why are you groaning like that?” he asks.
“You’re done, aren’t you?” I ask.
He chuckles. “Are all Earthling women so damn greedy? And so ignorant?”
“Ignorant?” I ask indignantly.
Without warning, he rolls us over, so he's on top, and he proceeds to fuck me just as hard and fast as I had him. It's too much. This orgasm is building faster than ever before, and I just know it's going to be too much. I can't handle it. He needs to stop, but I don't dare ask him too, and when that orgasm comes, I almost black out.
It’s that fucking perfect.
But does he stop even though he came a few seconds after I did?
No.
Is he still as hard as he was before?
Yes.
And that’s when I realize that maybe the bond that’s formed during sex doesn’t have to be temporary. Maybe that’s why some people call it the glue that holds a couple together because this fucking session is un-fucking-believable, and I do not ever want it to end.
5
Strol
It’s amazing. Fucking her is incredible. I’ve fucked Earthling women before, and I’ve fucked Kurian women. None of that prepared me for her. I lost track of how many times I orgasmed, how many times she did, but eventually, I collapse on top of her.
“You’re ready to give out on me?” she asks, breathless.
“Yeah, I think your heart might give out otherwise.”
“Are all Kurians as arrogant as you?”
I shift to the side so that I can stare down at her and flash her a grin, feeling reckless and satiated. “No, not nearly. That’s just me.”
She squirms and rolls over onto her side, her elbow on the ground, her palm cradling her head as she stares me down in a way that makes my cock want to stir. “Hmm. Does ‘just me’ have a name?”
“I do. You have one?”
“Yep,”
“On the count of three?” I ask.
She throws back her head and laughs. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’ve been told that before.”
“I bet you’ve been called arrogant and cocky too.”
“Yes.”
She taps a finger to her lips. “I do like the thought of calling you Cocky.”
“You can call me whatever you like after what you just did for me.”
“For you? To you. For me.” She winks.
I just grin back at her and wait.
“Fine,” she says in a mock-huff. “One… two…”
“Strol,” I say.
“Isabella,” she says at the same time.
“Nice to meet you, Isabella.” I go to hold out my hand and then drop my arm. “I would shake your hand, but it’s a little slick. My entire body is drenched in sweat.”
“Hmm. I wonder what gave you such a good cardio workout.”
“I haven’t the foggiest idea.” I laugh.
She giggles and glances at her watch. “You hungry?”
“Yes. I might’ve worked up an appetite.”
“Come. I have a cache of meat down the way a bit. I have some time.”
“Time before what?” I call, but she’s already starting to look around for wherever we tossed her clothes.
Isabella, as it turns out, is very resourceful. She has a fire going in no time at all, and she even uses a slingshot to kill a toad.
"It's poisonous," she explains. "Otherwise, I would've let it be."
“You don’t eat it?”
“Poisonous, remember?”
“Won’t other animals come along and eat it, scavengers?”
“Yes, possibly. You can bury it if you like. I’m going to cook the food.”
I don’t really bury the toad. I knock it off the rock it’s perched on, use my boot to push and dig a tiny hole, kick the toad over, and sprinkle some dirt back on top. Not perfect, but it’s better than nothing.
The meat is delicious, juicy, and tangy. It falls right off the bone, and I inhale it. I'm always starving at deep sleep. I'm always starving after rock climbing, and I'm always starving after a good sex romp, and that had been one of the best.
Fuck. That had been the best.
Isabella is a beautiful woman. Her hair and eyes are dark, almost black. Her lips are full and pouty, the kind that guys dream about, and I’m already dreaming about those luscious lips wrapping around my cock. Her complexion is darker than some Earthling’s, and she has legs for days to match her slender waist, sweet ass, and perfect curves.
I couldn’t have found a more gorgeous woman if I tried.
“Why are you here?” I ask her.
“I could ask you that question,” she says.
“You can go ahead and ask.”
“I don’t care,” she says lazily.
“Tired?”
“A bit,” she admits with a laugh.
“Then take a nap.”
“No.”
“Why not? If you’re worried that someone will come and take advantage of you, I’ll keep watch.”
“I don’t need a watchdog,” she says. “No, I’m not worried about someone coming along. Clearly not because…”
She doesn't blush. Her cheeks aren't red. I love that she has no shame, that she loves her body and knows how to use it. Some women turn red when they're embarrassed, but she's not and has no reason to be.
“You have somewhere to go then,” I say.
“Maybe.” She tilts her head to the side and appraises me. “You’re welcome to stick around, though.”
“And watch you leave for your engagement?” I ask.
She laughs. “Or you can come along if you want. Or don’t. I’m sure you’re here on Earth for a reason.”
“You bet I am.”
“And that reason?”
“To do whatever the fuck I want.”
She grins. "And to fuck whoever the fuck you want?"
“Maybe. Only if she wants to.”
“Oh, I’m sure there is no shortage of women who would spread her legs for you, and I wouldn’t blame them.”
“After all, you already did.”
“Yes, but if you think that makes you God’s gift of alien cock to Earthling women…”
“Would that be such an outlandish claim after what you just experienced?”
“Fuck you, Strol. I’m calling you Cocky because that’s what you are.”
“Go ahead,” I say. “I don’t mind hearing the word ‘cock’ from your lips again and again.”
She burst out laughing. I love the sound.
“Arrogant prick.” She eyes me. “What does ‘ovian’ mean?”
“It’s basically a Novan curse word.”
“Ah.”
“It’s most similar to fuck or fucking. Something along those lines, but it’s not always a bad thing.”
“Like when you say it during the best sex of your life?” she asks pointedly.
I open and shut my mouth before glaring at her. “It was the best of your life too. Admit it!”
“I’ll say yes or no on three. You too. Ready?” At my nod, she says, “One… two…”
“Yes,” I admit.
“No.”
“No?” I repeat, shocked.
“Well, I’m hoping it’s a no,” she clarifies.
“Does that mean you want another round? In bed this time? Or against a tree?”
She laughs and glances
at her watch.
“You need to go.”
“It’s not far,” she says, “and you can join me.”
“I’d love to join you.”
She eyes me.
Yes, my tone made the seemingly innocent words take on another meaning, but it doesn’t escape my notice that her nipples are hard beneath her tight shirt.
Isabella clears her throat. “Help me put out the fire.”
I do, and she helps too, but she keeps checking her watch. She doesn’t want to be late for something.
Or someone.
Just where are we going? Who is she meeting? Why is it okay if I tag along?
I have so many questions, but I just tag along behind her as she climbs back up to toward the mountaintop.
But there's no one up there. We had been alone up there, and no one passed us as we came down for our food.
Even more confused now, I have to ask, “Where are we going?”
“To the top.”
“I figured that much, but why?”
“Why do you need to know? Don’t you like surprises?”
“My favorite surprise is when I’m woken up by a woman sucking my cock.”
“Is it now?” she asks dryly. “Has that ever happened to you?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“And you didn’t jerk when you woke up?” she asks. “Because if I were a guy, I would probably jerk, and that might make her freak out and bite down, and I just can’t imagine how much pain that would cause.”
“You like to paint sick, disturbing pictures in guys’ heads,” I complain. “You completely ruined it for me.”
“But, hey! You said it happened to you, and it was great, so clearly, she didn’t bite you! You can just remember your actual lived experience!”
“It’s too late. Everyone knows that bad triumphs over good. It’ been supplanted. You have cursed me to this unending torment.”
“Get over yourself.”
“I’m terrified now to even think about oral sex. No mouth is allowed near my cock…” I eye her and nudge my hip against hers. “Well, maybe your mouth.”
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