This one woman.
Feelings and sensations both new and ancient rip through my body as I tighten my grip on the back of her neck and smother her soft lips with my mouth. I’ve only had a body for a day, but instinct has taken over, like that part of my race’s history never died, no matter how hard our rulers tried to kill it, to purify and distill what they believed were lower drives, fit for beasts and not gods.
So I just give myself to it, give myself to everything that’s bubbling up in me like a volcano that’s slowly building to an eruption. I am hard as a rock, my cock standing straight up, so long it’s almost in the way! A moment later I’m on my feet, almost hitting my head on the ceiling as I pull Fran up off her seat and kiss her again, rip open the zipper of her white jumpsuit, tear her white undershirt down the front, and grasp her big, beautiful breasts with my hands.
She screams as I squeeze her breasts hard and then jam my face down in there, licking her between her magnificent globes as I knead and pinch, clawing and growling, hearing the howls of my ancestors ring in my ears like I am carrying them all with me. My eyes are closed tight, and I run my tongue along her bare breasts, taking her left nipple into my mouth and sucking so hard Fran almost collapses in my arms.
Both her nipples are hard and erect, dark red and shining, big like saucers. Images of Fran large and pregnant with our children are flashing through my head as I hungrily lap at her nipples and then run my tongue down along the strong curve of her belly, pulling off her tattered jumpsuit and tossing it away like it’s a handkerchief.
Her panties are history before I even notice what fucking color they are, and when the scent of her sex rises up to me, I’m gone, I’m lost, I’m history just like my race of self-proclaimed gods.
“By the twelve moons of Argan,” I whisper as I push Fran’s naked body back against the instrument panel and hold her thighs apart, unable to tear my gaze from her pink slit peeking out from that dark triangle of pure woman that I swear contains the secrets of the universe. “I want to taste you. Inhale you. Fucking devour you.”
Fran is gasping and thrashing, bucking her hips and grinding her ass as I hold her down and stare at what I know is the most beautiful sight I’ve seen. My mouth hangs open as I watch a bead of pure nectar ooze from her throbbing slit, and then I can’t hold back any longer and I jam my face in there, my big mouth opening so wide I cover the entire length of her sex.
“Oh, Flash!” she screams, pulling at my thick hair as she seizes up and then comes right into my mouth as I slide my long tongue deep into her cunt and curl it up, swirl it around, swallowing like I’m drinking a magic potion, taking deep breaths of her heavy musk as her nectar flows down my throat like a river running downhill.
I keep going, grinding my upper lip against her stiff clit at a ferocious pace, making her come again and again, harder and harder, her screams getting wilder as I raise her ass up and rest her legs on my shoulders. I’ve got her spread so fucking wide her entire slit and crack is staring up at me as I pull my face away, and after licking my lips and taking in the gorgeous sight of her glistening inner thighs, her matted pubic curls, her perfect little pucker, I’m back in there again.
“I think you have more than one x-region,” I whisper as I kiss her pussy gently, thumb her clit, and slowly move down along her crack to her clean, dark rear hole.
“I think I’m all x-region,” she whispers. Her voice is hoarse from screaming, and she’s still panting from how hard I made her come. “Wait, what are you . . . oh, shit, Flash. Oh, fuck!”
Slowly I lick her rear rim as I grind my thumb down into her throbbing clit, and although she grabs my hair and tries to pull my face away, she’s already coming again, her wetness pouring out of her slit and down my long nose. Her asshole is tight, but I slowly tease her open, grinning as I push my thick tongue into that secret space between her buttocks, forcing her anus to open up for me like it’s something Arganian men have done to women for millennia, like it’s what we were born to do.
Again I feel the souls of my ancestors stirring within me as my flesh burns with arousal, comes alive with desire, throbs with a need that feels like it’s been suppressed for too long. My cock is oozing all over the metal floor of the spaceship, my balls swinging like wrecking-balls as I drive my tongue back and forth into Fran’s perfect asshole, my thumb making her climax again as her wetness gushes forth like a waterfall after the first rainfall of spring.
And then I can’t stop myself and I’m inside her, rising up and pushing the first few inches of my massive cock past the mouth of her vagina and gritting my teeth as I force myself to hold back so I don’t rip her apart with the madness of my need, the size of my desire, the power of that ancient volcano that’s simmering beneath the surface of my psyche.
“Are you all right?” I groan, my eyes burning as I try to hold myself back from ramming all the way into her. “Can I go deeper?”
“Um, how much deeper?” she gurgles, her eyes rolling up in her head as I slowly push myself farther into her, my girth stretching her wide as my cock expands inside her vagina, like it’s getting bigger, thicker, harder. “Are you all the way in yet.”
I blink and look down at myself. Slowly I shake my head and rub her neck. “Not exactly.”
Fran’s eyelids flutter and she raises her head and glances down past her breasts. Then those brown eyes flick open as she sees my thick shaft spreading her wide, the gigantic head of my cock deep inside her even though there are several more inches of me that are waiting to press against her inside walls.
“Oh, shit, Flash,” she gasps as I slowly push another inch into her. “I don’t know if I can . . .”
My neck is straining with the effort to hold myself back, and I clench my muscular buttocks and grit my teeth. Every muscle in my nine-foot tall body is flexed, and beads of perspiration are forming on my brow. I keep rubbing Fran’s neck, slowly fingering her lips as I feel her relax, sense the arousal move through her like a snake. I know she can take me, I decide. She will open up in ways she didn’t think was possible. My body was manifested for her curves, and the universe is a perfect architect, a perfect designer, a perfect matchmaker.
I push two fingers into her mouth as she tries to turn her head to speak. But the arousal is surging through her, and I grin as I see her big red nipples tighten to hard points that look like arrowheads.
“That’s it,” I whisper, pushing another inch of my length into her, feeling her walls tighten and then distend, her body opening up for me like the ground opens for the rain. “Close your eyes, Fran. Feel it within you. Feel the universe flow through you. Our bodies were designed to fit together, and they will, they do, they are. Here we go, Fran. Here we go. Off and away.”
7
FRAN
A part of me wants to fight him off, but when he rubs my throat with his big hand, fingers my lips with his thick fingers, licks my pert nipples with his warm tongue, I feel the arousal overcome me like an invading fleet. I can’t even understand the sensation of being stretched this wide, penetrated this deep, being taken to a zone where there’s nothing but arousal, nothing but need that’s so damned raw that in my madness I swear I see the creation of the universe itself, like this is the Big Bang, that history’s first explosion was male and female energy combining in the universe’s petri-dish, unleashing wave upon wave of erotic vibrations that created the stars, the planets, the moons, created gravity, made the oceans dance with the tides, made the birds sing, made the beasts roar . . .
I lean my head back and roar like a lioness in heat, biting down hard on Flash’s finger as he pushes the last few inches of himself into my cunt, opening me up so deep I can’t see, I can’t hear, I can’t fucking think!
I’m shocked that my body can take him, that I can be stretched this wide without ripping at the seams, penetrated this deep without being torn apart, without even any pain! I blink in confusion as tha
t image of myself round and pregnant, glowing like a goddess drifts back through my mind. That woman—that me—is smiling, and as Flash begins to slowly thrust into me, I swear I see that woman giving birth, again and again, pushing out big, healthy children one by one, each of them tumbling out of her like giggling cherubs, their eyes green and alive, blazing with their father’s energy, all of them dancing around on their chubby little legs as Flash takes me deeper, harder, his rhythm feeling like it’s perfectly in synch with the back-and-forth pulsing of the universe herself.
“What’s happening?” I groan as my climax rolls in like the tide, slow but steady, unnoticeable at first but undeniable as it builds, unstoppable as it washes through everything in its way, overwhelms and overcomes anything in its path. “Oh, God, Flash. What’s happening? Am I going mad? Am I dead? Is this a dream? An hallucination?”
“It was all a dream until now,” Flash whispers as he flexes inside me and holds for a moment, smoothing my hair back and kissing me on the forehead before pulling back and driving in again. “This is the only thing that’s real, Fran. The only thing that’s ever been real. This is the essence of life, and everything else is death. This is the eternal, self-repeating cycle of the universe. Male and female energy playing off one another, generating the force that gives the universe its rhythm.” He takes a long, shuddering breath, his massive hips powering a deep stroke that almost makes me pass out as my climax keeps peaking like it can’t stop.
I don’t understand what he’s saying, but somehow it still makes perfect sense as I close my eyes and dig my fingers into his back, driving my nails into him as he pumps into me. I can feel his balls slapping against my raised ass like heavy sandbags, and I groan as I feel a burning need to have him empty his seed into me, fill me until I overflow, pour everything into me so that woman in my vision becomes real, so one day those green-eyed children clap their pudgy hands and stomp their little legs on solid ground.
He’s coming before I realize what’s happening, but in a moment there’s no denying it. The first blast of Flash’s heat is so powerful I black out for a moment, and the only thing louder than my scream is the way Flash bellows as he comes.
My vision is nothing but exploding starlight, streaks of pure energy as Flash roars again and floods me with thick, hot semen that’s already pouring out of me because I’m so fucking full. But he keeps going, and I scream again and wrap my legs around his hips as he pumps harder, his heavy balls seizing up and delivering load after load of his alien seed, his ferocious orgasm rocking his gigantic body in a way that’s making my own climax spiral even higher.
I gasp as I look into Flash’s eyes, and I have to blink and do a double-take to make sure I’m not seeing things. Suddenly I see that those eyes are burning red, red like fire, like flame, like lava! I don’t understand it, but then I do. I don’t how I do, but I do!
“It’s the male energy rising up inside him,” I mutter out loud as I wrap my legs tighter around him, hold him closer even as he keeps going, keeps fucking me harder, driving with a fury that’s got my teeth rattling in my head, making me see double, making my vision blur. He’s just filled me with what feels like a gallon of his seed, but Flash’s hardness hasn’t gone away, his need seems to only be rising!
“Fran,” he growls, his eyes blazing so red they look like fireballs, almost flooding the cockpit of my ship with a red glow. “Something’s happening to me. This is bringing out something in me. Something ancient and powerful. Something I don’t know if I can control. Something that might hurt you. Rip you apart.”
I blink and swallow, feeling the fear at the back of my throat as Flash digs his fingers into my sides, claws at my ass, spreading my asscheeks so wide I can feel the air swirl into eddies in the crevasse. I can see the veins throbbing on Flash’s tree-trunk sized neck, feel the energy surging in him like something’s about to blow. I think back to that first encounter on the abandoned space station, when Flash almost snapped me in half as his lust exploded to the forefront, and I blink and try once again to swallow my rising panic.
But for some reason my legs are still clamped tight around this alien monster, this beast who’s already filled me with his seed and is only just getting started! Again I see that glowing woman in the back of my mind, smiling as she sits on a shimmering cloud, her children all around her, her big, curvy body poised and confident, her breasts oozing with milk, belly pregnant and round once more. She’s nodding at me, her eyes changing color as Flash reaches up and grips my hair from the back of my neck, holding me powerless as he pumps so hard the instrument panel is beeping as his violent thrusts push buttons and turn levers.
“Shoot me,” Flash rasps, his breath hot and heavy against my face, his eyes so red I can’t even look at them without squinting. “Stop me. Stop me before I hurt you, Fran. Stop me before whatever this is gets too far out of control.”
I struggle to turn my head to the left, and I see my weapon on the floor near the pilot’s seat. I can reach it, I realize. I should reach it. I should shoot him and stop this. I already know the shot won’t kill him. It’ll knock him back and put him out of commission until he heals. I should do it before he really does snap me in two! He almost killed me earlier without even realizing it! What the fuck am I doing?! What am I waiting for?!
My mind is spinning like a whirlwind, throwing up images from my past like my life is flashing before my eyes. I can see myself as a young woman, a rising star in MIT’s Astrophysics program, devouring everything I could about the mysteries of the universe, marveling at how little we actually know about how everything works outside of the tiny speck of cosmic dust that we call Earth.
“But we know some things about the universe and how it works,” I whisper up at him, knowing that he can barely hear me. “We know that even the tiniest particle in the cosmos gets its energy from the never-ending struggle to balance opposing forces within it. It’s a back and forth motion that is fundamental to every particle, every entity, every form of existence, human or alien, bug or slug, mud or rock, sound or light. Your race died out because in your relentless quest for unity and perfection you removed the very foundation of life, engineered it out of the picture. In the quest to find balance, you ended up losing the opposing forces that actually create balance!”
I go quiet as a strange peace comes over me even as Flash pulls at my hair, claws at my skin, drives and thrusts like a man possessed, like a man unleashed, like a . . . man.
“Oh, God, Flash!” I mutter as I break into a smile that confirms I’m probably already dead and my mind is just drifting in the ether. “That’s what happened to your race, isn’t it? It went lopsided, the male energy dominating. That’s the essence of male energy, yang energy, the penetrative force that seeks structure, control, dominance and direction, that rejects the free flow of receptive creativity that is the essence of yin energy, forms the core of female energy. Your rulers and scientists took your race further and further away from balance as their arrogance made them believe they were gods, that they could out-engineer the universe, overrule the fundamental forces that created space and time and everything in it!”
And suddenly I pull my hand away from my weapon and wrap it around Flash. My entire body is humming even though Flash is pounding me so hard against the instrument panel that I know I’m going to have bruises in the shape of buttons and levers all over my back in a few hours. But somehow I know I can take it, I can take him, that Flash was right: His essence manifested as this man because it was simply the energy of the universe reaching out to its opposite. It is masculine energy yearning for its feminine counterpart.
It’s a man reaching out to his woman.
Asking her to save him.
Save him not with brute strength or military might.
Save him not with intelligence or reason.
Save him not with argument or negotiation.
No, he’s asking me to save him by opening up
for his penetrative power.
Save him by receiving everything he yearns to give.
Save him by yielding in the way yin yields to yang.
Yes, he’s asking me to save him by understanding that there is an archetype of feminine energy that exists beyond time, that exists beyond judgment, beyond political correctness, beyond intelligence and reason. It is fundamental to life, fundamental to a relationship, fundamental to the very fabric of the universe. His race lost access to that feminine energy, and somehow he’s sought me out to regain that balance. I don’t know if I’m fucking crazy, but I feel this is about something bigger than just me and him, that if I can balance out this alien giant’s overwhelming masculine energy, our union will unleash something bigger.
“Fuck it,” I whisper as I close my eyes and grit my teeth. “We all gotta die sometime. So go for it, Flash Gordon. Go forth and conquer. Let go. Let it out. Let your freak flag fly. There’s no better ending to a science-fiction porno than the tentacled alien monster fucking the curvy Earthling to hell and back.”
8
FLASH
Hellfire burns in my veins as I feel the last of my self-control disappear like the sun being eclipsed by Argan’s largest moon. I could hear Fran talking, but the words sounded alien to me, her voice far-off like a distant foghorn through the madness of my need.
She’s hanging on to my neck like a little monkey, her soft curvy body pressed against my muscle as I ram deep and hard into her like I can’t stop. It takes me a moment to realize that she could have reached her weapon and blown a hole in my fucking head but chose not to, and I blink down at her as I see her lips move, somehow hear the words flow out of her like we’re in a frenzied dream.
“Let go,” she’s muttering through a trembling smile. In her eyes I see fear and uncertainty, but there’s also determination and resolve. Pure fucking strength. The sheer power of will that’s allowing her to make the choice to submit, make the decision to surrender, to yield in a way that’s so beautiful, so powerful, so . . . so . . . feminine. Like she understands that being feminine isn’t the same as being frail, that submitting doesn’t mean she’s weak, that swallowing her fear and consenting to receive the masculine power that’s being unleashed after eons of buildup is actually the greatest display of power imaginable!
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