Bren's Blessing

by Pearl Tate

  I’ll do what I want, dammit.

  He’s still rambling in what I assume to be his language periodically as we stare at each other. His face in general appears flatter than ours, including his nose. But he has full lips and I can see teeth briefly as he speaks. They look white and clean. His eyes are captivating. Green with a red color around the elongated pupil. Almost like a cat. As the red blends into the green, there’s a fiery shade of orange.

  When he directs his attention to one of the other aliens behind me, I slowly bring my hand up to his cheek, running my fingertips lightly across his skin. It’s almost fuzzy feeling. Like velvet. My fingers drop lower and I ponder the lack of facial hair. Nothing on his jaw, just more smooth velvet fuzz.

  I smile as naughty thoughts run through my head of places where this could really come in handy. No more whisker burn on inappropriate places. He could run his velvety face all over my inner thighs as he licks between my legs. I clench my knees together, surprised by the direction my thoughts have taken. So inappropriate.

  As I pull my hand away, I realize he’s been watching me. His nostrils, more horizontal than vertical from a face on view, flare as he appears to be smelling me. Or does he smell something else?

  I sniff thoughtfully looking around. His mouth curls into a grin that would almost be panty-dropping if he were human.

  His loud, barking voice has all the aliens behind him scrambling for the door. They’re leaving already?

  Strong arms wrap around me so quickly, I don’t even see them coming. He moves so fast! He may be big but he’s as smooth as a dancer. It isn’t until we are stepping through the hatch that I manage to turn my head.

  A sudden feeling of lightheadedness overtakes me as I realize I’m on an alien ship!

  CHAPTER THREE

  - Bren

  “How long do we have?” I know that Selas is right behind me as I exit the floating craft and board our much larger vessel. The human’s vessel activated a detonator. Obviously, they didn’t realize we’d immediately smell and sense it. But why? Why would they do that?

  “We won’t know until the sync between systems completes.” Selas sounds as frustrated as I feel.

  When we saw the Earth-based craft orbiting Mars, everyone assumed it was another unmanned vessel. I didn’t correct them even though I could sense her. Selas and I have both been in and out of a few of their primitively constructed crafts. We can easily manipulate their computer systems.

  “I need their language upload immediately. You get it too.” Gravity reactivates and the soft bundle in my arms gasps. I don’t let her go, even as her weight increases. She still feels like nothing in my arms. Like a child.

  As the decontamination mist starts, she grabs my shoulders and buries her face in my suit. Selas laughs as she wraps her legs around me, trying to disappear. My cock is twitching with an almost uncomfortable tingling at the base. This has me worried. She shouldn’t affect me this way. Nothing ever has. Not to mention military uniforms aren’t made to hide an erection.

  I give him an evil look over her head, but he just laughs harder. Ignoring him, I concentrate on cradling her gently. I’ve never held anyone like this before and a strange possessive feeling tightens the muscles in my arms. It feels right.

  She starts coughing, shaking in my arms as she frantically covers her face. I’m beginning to worry that her fragile system can’t handle decontamination. I consider stopping it early but it’s almost over. As it dies down, I quickly exit. I hear the three other team members enter from behind me after disengaging from the human craft.

  Not looking back, I head straight for the view room. Her coughing tapers off and she resumes watching where we are going. I like that she doesn’t drop her grip from my waist and shoulders as she curiously looks around. This is good. She’s intelligent. She will need to be to survive in our world.

  I’ve known this day would come for almost a year but there is still so much I don’t understand or know. My daily reflections have shown her to me over and over. Much to my chagrin, these interactions have often been sexual and arousing.

  Don’t get me wrong, I like it. I just don’t understand why my subconscious is taking it there. I’m not surprised to find the viewing room full of crew members. Anyone who is on duty will be watching this.

  Sitting down, I settle her on my lap. I’m relieved to note that the language upload is already at seventy-five percent. That is going much quicker than the data sync with their unknown craft.

  “What is that?” A junior support technician finally airs the question everyone in the room wants to know. Everyone takes his words as an invitation to stare. “Is that a human?”

  “So small…”

  “Female? But the size…”

  I don’t like the way they are looking at her. More than one is sniffing loudly as they all start commenting out loud. Not that I can blame them. She’s so different looking. Small, tiny, and helpless. She triggers our protective instincts into overdrive. And she smells heavenly. It’s hard to describe but I can’t imagine putting her down.

  “Mine.” Every eye turns away at once at my statement. They wouldn’t dare challenge me for her. As primary captain, I get first right of refusal on anything we come across. It’s a lot of responsibility. Of course, I’m duty bound to the council, but their interest is narrowly in line to our prime directive to seek out potentially habitable planets. And the human’s planet “Earth” isn’t in our allowable air space.

  We’ve known it was there with an emerging species, but it only borders our zone and is protected by the Ashen. But as I inhale again, a world of possibilities is blooming in my mind. I’ve never questioned my daily reflections before. I learned that questioning was a childish endeavor. Why question what is? Why wonder why what is to be, will be?

  Instructor One would have said that questioning is counter productive to the entire process. Instead of calming our thoughts and bodies, questioning the visions will only bring stress to your system. Accept and adapt to what you see. Feel, relax, and accept.

  Taking deep breaths of her intoxicating essence, I try to relax. But what I feel is the tingling in my cock heighten and spread as I relax and accept that she is here with me. Safe.

  Mine.

  Fuck! I don’t believe that I am supposed to keep her like a pet. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy that. Having her would make me needed beyond the obvious profession of primary captain. It would be intoxicating to be the most important person in someone’s world. Could that really happen?

  She’s a sentient being that shortly I’ll be able to communicate with. She is in my path for a logical reason. Until then, she’s mine to protect. I’ll help her. I’ll fulfill this duty that has entered my life.

  There is too much in my world that I have no control over already. I don’t want another aspect of it taken over by duty or fate.

  Ignoring the stares that I know continue on every side, I reach up to run her hair between my fingers.

  It’s so fine and thin. More a filament than fiber. Each strand looks like a ray of light beaming down from a sun. It’s been too long since I’ve seen one.

  She mimics my movement by lightly stroking my head over my ear. To my surprise, hundreds of fibers detach and wrap around her hand, startling her as she jumps. They tug on her fingers they’re woven around as I try to pull them back into alignment with my mind.

  I’m surprised. I haven’t lost this much control over my hair since childhood. As she withdraws her hand slowly, they stroke her face timidly before sweeping obediently back into place.

  Neither one of us speaks as we stare at each other. This exotic, female human is inspiring some strange reactions in my body. Mentally, I can’t help being extremely wary. I wouldn’t be captain of this ship if I didn’t have excellent control and the drive to maintain and keep order in every aspect of my life and career. This slip of a female is already testing every boundary I’ve created. The quicker she is in and out of here, the better.

 
; Pulling my gaze from her smoky, blue eyes, I lock my attention onto her ship centered in the viewing screen. Tightening my grip on her in anticipation, I wait for it to explode.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  - Hannah

  I’m starting to shake. Excitement…fear…shock…who fucking knows. As amazing as it was to see aliens for the first time, once would have been simply fine. Now, I’m surrounded by them. There must be forty in this room alone.

  Big, big men…or aliens. Whatever.

  There are chairs everywhere and they’re all filled. Some are just lounging against the wall. If they aren’t looking at me, they’re staring at the wall that looks out into space. I feel like I could just step out of the room. It’s that clear.

  Most of them are looking at me. When they stare, I just stare back. All of them have long hair done in elaborate styles. They are also all huge, muscular, and intimidating. It feels like being in a football team’s locker room.

  I’m guessing they’re over seven feet tall. I’m only five foot three, so they seem mammoth. When the big guy I’m sitting on notices more and more are starting to stare, he barks at them and they all look away as one.

  It’s eerie.

  The Mars Hope Skylab grabs my attention. It looks so tiny already and it’s shrinking fast. It doesn’t feel like we’re moving at all.

  When the lab explodes, I flinch. The flash from the explosion seems to swell and come right at us, lighting up the room with bright light. Even expecting it, I’m stunned. Less than a second later, the arms around me tighten even more as the ship shakes. The effect seems slight and I briefly wonder just how big this ship is. It must be fucking huge and now I’m stuck here.

  Why did NASA have to do that? I mean, I get having protocols, but why couldn’t I stop it? I knew once they opened the hatch the count down would begin because of the breach but it started even before that. The aliens must have tripped some sensor on the exterior.

  Silent tears fall down my cheeks as the gravity of the situation settle on me. Sniffing discreetly, I wipe the tears on my sleeves as they continue to fall. How long will it take NASA to realize that the Skylab is gone? With the communications down, will they ever know for sure?

  Conversations between the aliens are starting to quietly pick up around me. I’m pulled from my shocked musings as they start to register. It slowly dawns on me that the blast was an expected event that they knew was coming. Now that it is over, their earlier conversations are resuming. And I can’t understand a word.

  Fuck, this is bad! What in the world am I doing here? My tears start all over again.

  Stupid, stupid, stupid. What was I thinking letting them take me off the Skylab? This is very bad.

  It’s not like they’re treating me like an ambassador from another planet. I’m sitting on a lap, like a dog. He’s even started petting my hair like one while he speaks to the other alien guy we walked in with.

  I freeze as these thoughts continue to tumble through my brain. Something that looks suspiciously like an old-fashioned handkerchief is waving in front of my face. I look slowly at the big alien I’m sitting on.

  “Th-thank you.” I whisper.

  Slowly, I clean up my cheeks as best I can. Sniffing and dabbing my nose, I try not to get too much snot on it. At least I’m not wearing mascara. I haven’t worn makeup since I left Earth. And see, those are just the sort of dumb, random thoughts that keep popping up in my head right now. Who cares?

  “You’re welcome.” The words are barely discernible behind me and I quickly whip my upper body around, bracing my hand on his chest to look at him. Our faces are inches apart and I’m looking into his green and red gaze.

  I didn’t imagine that. “You speak English?” My tone is almost accusatory, as if he has betrayed me by hiding this.

  “Almost.” He taps his head to the side of his eye two times before slowly saying, “Learning now.”

  Okay. Really? I don’t even know what he means. Learning right now?

  His words are slow and stilted with a deep, guttural accent, but still clear. I understand him at least!

  Sitting up straighter, I wiggle forward on his thighs to slide from his lap. I’m fine and a little distance and formality would be good. But as I brace myself on his leg, he anticipates what I’m doing, and his arms tighten, effectively stopping me.

  Okay. So, I’m not going to stand right now. When I look back at him again, he’s gazing at me with a questioning look. I’m not even going to try and explain that I feel like a child sitting on his lap. Instead, I slide my butt back until it’s at the edge of his thigh with my back against the arm of the chair. Now I can slide my feet up and put them on the chair seat between his legs.

  It angles me towards him, so I can feel involved in the conversation.

  His attention is still riveted to my movements. Slowly, I reach up and put an open hand on my chest. “I’m Hannah. What’s your name?” That seems like a wonderful place to start.

  Of course, I also want to know what he plans to do with me! As quickly as possible would be ideal. But starting with names is a good idea. Instead of telling me his name, like a civilized person would, he completely ignores me and starts talking to his friend again. I give him a minute.

  Maybe it’s important?

  His friend’s hair is a bit darker and so is his skin tone. Their outfits are identical though. They look like one-piece dark gray jumpsuits. Most guys would look ridiculous in that. Even the male astronauts at NASA were not in anywhere near the physical shape that all these guys are.

  My gaze travels the room slowly.

  Nope.

  And their nice jumpsuits mold to their butts perfectly. That’s a nice perk a girl could get used to. I don’t know why I am even noticing that though. I’ve been fine with not thinking about men sexually for almost a year now. I’m not sure what changed but seeing these guys with their big bodies and muscular physique, it’s definitely getting to me.

  Even though they look a lot like human men physically, I wonder what their differences are? I squeeze my legs together and notice the muscles flex in the legs under me. I need to stop thinking like this!

  I hope they don’t have some weird laws about women working because I haven’t seen another woman—or would that be a female alien—yet. I turn my head and do a room scan again. Definitely don’t see anyone with boobs.

  I’m brought back to the present by the jostling under me. As if I’m a child, he picks me up, spreading my legs around his waist and I automatically link them behind his back. As he strides quickly for the door, I throw my arms around his neck, clinging to him like a monkey. I stare back over his shoulder as every set of eyes in the room watch us leave.

  My arms tighten a bit reflexively. There are so many! And I don’t think it’s my imagination, but some of them look pretty angry.

  I try to see where we’re going, but he has my crotch pinned to him by his arms around my low waist. It’s way easier to see what we’ve already passed.

  A few of the alien guys even come out of their doors to stare at us walking away after we pass.

  Great! Just great.

  Stopping briefly, I think we made it to wherever it is we are going. But then the wall opens, and we step into a cylindrical room that seals us inside.

  Immediately, I can tell we are moving. Quickly! So, this is some kind of personal elevator?

  “I’m Bren.” I shift my upper body away from him at his rumbling of words in my ear. The elevator is so small, my shoulders start brushing the wall behind me even though our faces are only inches apart. It feels so intimate and I can feel myself blush.

  Damn, Hannah. Get a fucking grip. Stop making this into something uncomfortable! God damn it, focus!

  Taking a deep breath, I clear my throat as I exhale. “Bren?” I repeat, pointing at his chest almost touching mine.

  “Yes.” Now we’re getting somewhere. I wiggle a bit in my excitement and then freeze appalled. I have to keep in mind where and what I’m ru
bbing on. I feel excited though. In an inappropriate way and it’s embarrassing.

  I still smile though. At least he’s speaking to me. “Hannah.” I turn my finger to myself, still grinning.

  “Hannah.” He repeats it pretty well. His voice is deep, and he cuts the syllables really short, but it’s definitely my name. “Hannah.” He repeats it as he leans into me, bringing our noses within an inch. It’s a bit startling and I pull back, but the elevator wall is right there!

  “Yes. Yes, that’s me.” My voice is low as he continues to lean into me and at the same time uses one of his arms behind me to pull my upper body into him.

  I tilt my head up, settling it against the wall and he immediately buries his face in my neck. Is this an alien thing? His lips tickle my neck as he runs them up and down from my hairline to my collar bone. His warm breath near my ear drives me crazy.

  I freeze. Startled and aroused, I try to not let it bother me. It’s humiliating how he’s hijacked my libido with a hug. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way so it’s not totally surprising. I need to cut myself some slack and try to relax. Giggling and squirming a bit, I fall into him, arms around his neck, giving up in hopes he’ll stop once it no longer interests him.

  After a few seconds though, I can’t stand it anymore. It tickles. “Bren, Bren!” I squeak out his name and arch back again, scolding when he doesn’t stop. Thankfully, the elevator door opens, distracting him from me.

  The lights are dimmer on this floor as he quickly turns to the right and heads down the hall. We only go about five doors down before we reach the end. The door slides open automatically, and he strides inside what appears to be a basic apartment. It’s small and compact, but it’s clear that there’s a food prep area, a bed and another door that goes to what I’m guessing is a bathroom. Which reminds me…I could go.

  Slowly, he lowers me to the floor. Stepping a foot or so away, he looks at me speculatively.