Bren's Blessing

by Pearl Tate

  His hot, textured tongue teases and torments me. I don’t even recognize the keening noises I’m making as I look down to watch him dominate me with his mouth.

  He sucks, then licks before scraping his teeth lightly down me to plunge his tongue inside me again. It’s incredible and I know I’m going to come soon if he doesn’t stop. I don’t want him to stop either. It’s just too damn good.

  Licking back up, he pushes at the hood of my clit, tormenting that tiny spot making my legs shake and driving me wild.

  I clutch him tighter, moving my hands in his hair and arching into his movements. One of the arms around my legs loosens and I feel a thick finger pressing inside me.

  I squeeze it instinctively, milking it while he licks. The ache inside me builds as he rubs and pushes further inside. That’s all it takes.

  My body tenses, freezing as I explode. Moisture rushes from my cunt as moans tear from my throat. I see stars as my body shakes and squeezes his finger.

  His tongue laps at me gently and moves down again to plunge inside me and his moans join mine. Whatever he’s doing to me is way beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. Never have I come so hard or for so long. Even my handy vibrator never topped this!

  Bren’s mouth moves away as he pants over me, each breath sending shock waves through my system. His finger slowly slides out of me and I can tell I’m soaked.

  He uses his fingers to spread my juices around, up and down.

  I moan softly as he brushes my oversensitive tissue. He coats me with my slick release.

  When the bed moves, I open my eyes to see him moving up my body. His hair floats all around his head, totally wrecked from the ornate style it was in earlier. It seems like it is reaching for me.

  I stare at him in shock as he climbs over me and pins me again under him before pulling the towel off his lower body.

  I’m not going to panic—or look down. He just gave me the most incredible orgasm of my entire life. And he looks like he enjoyed it too with his wild hair and lust-filled eyes. I’m sure I’m looking at him the same way as he slowly lowers himself down and I feel his cock nudge my opening.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  - Bren

  My cock brushes against her wet cunt and begs me to plunge into her.

  My hard cock. Something I’ve never seen before and I’m not even taking the time to admire it. But it’s throbbing along with my entire body to mate her. She’s so small though. And my cock is enormous right now.

  When I put my finger inside her, she clenched it like that was all that would fit. She’s a woman though and her body is designed to accept mine, so she should stretch, but I hesitate as I lower myself. Logic says this wouldn’t be happening if we weren’t compatible.

  Rubbing against her, I spread her juices down my length. My hair helps by stroking and coating us both as it enjoys her warmth and wetness. Never have I tasted anything like her. She’s an aphrodisiac. When I smell her, I want to taste her. When I taste her, I want to fuck her.

  When I first noticed her scent, I thought it was a chemical pheromone she used on her body but it comes right from her cunt. Incredible. And delicious.

  Pressing slightly against her opening, my cock head breaches her channel. Her face is flushed from her release and I’m encouraged as she spreads her legs wider and tilts her body towards me.

  Slowly, I push forward, feeling her squeeze and tighten as the pressure in her channel clamps around me. It’s pleasure like I’ve never experienced and opening her to me is easier than I anticipated.

  Hannah gasps below me as I lower more and her legs wrap around my waist. Her small hands grab my shoulders. Our eyes lock. Her blue eyes with their round pupil seem much rounder than a normal eye as they widen while I push forward slowly. Even through the borderline panic, her moan of pleasure spurs me on.

  When I’m half way in, I stop and slowly pull back as her eyes flutter shut and she exhales beneath me. “Am I hurting you, Hannah?”

  Her eyes snap open and up to meet mine and she smiles softly. “Not at all. It’s wonderful.”

  I smile back as I move inside her again, pushing in further this time and she arches and allows me entrance. “You are so tight. Tell me if I hurt you.” She nods as I spread my legs wider to get more leverage, relieved that she is accepting me.

  I’m torn between passion and pain as her wet, tight channel squeezes me, making it hard for me to keep control. Working my hard dick, in and out, I slowly penetrate her. When I’m almost completely inside her, I feel the top edge of her as my cock hits deep inside her channel.

  She gasps and moans, tightening around me as I slide the last of my male member deep into her. We are both panting as we gaze at each other. Her eyes are big but there is a small smile on her lips.

  “I’m in.” Groaning, I rock against her gently. “We are one.” Saying the ritualistic words seems to spur my body into action.

  I see the markings on me. Before they were just light outlines on my chest and arms, but now they are darkening and pulsing. They swirl with my passion, deepening as the colors reflect off us both as I move inside her.

  I can see passion in her eyes as she tightens with my small movements. Her body is made for me. I knew she was the one when I saw her.

  Everything I ever wanted is going to work out, I just know it. “Are you ready?”

  She gives a small nod and smiles again as I let out a relieved breath. Thank fuck. It is killing me to stay still. She feels so good, too good.

  This won’t last long but I didn’t expect it to the first time.

  Moving slowly, I slide my ridged cock slowly out and in, penetrating her completely as I pick up the pace.

  I fuck her with long, firm strokes that have her groaning loudly beneath me. It feels incredible. Perfect. And right.

  Shifting my hips, I angle up and new wetness gushes around me making my cock harder even as my mouth waters.

  She’s bucking under me in time with my movements as I slide my arms under her upper body to cradle her to me. Our hair entwines, even though hers doesn’t respond. It doesn’t matter to me though. I know we are different, but not so different…

  I stroke her everywhere, inside and out. I’m careful not to crush her as I start pushing deeper inside her, my tip is getting squeezed with each dip in.

  It’s time. She’s mine.

  My cock explodes deep inside her as I hold her to me, wanting to be together forever. Lights explode behind my eyes as my cum shoots into her. My skin feels on fire as the markings pulse in time with each burst deep into her and I hear my roar of satisfaction and conquest.

  It goes on and on as she arches and moans beneath me, rubbing her entire channel on my hard rod buried deep inside her. I keep coming as she milks me, squeezing and relaxing, growing fainter as her body winds down with mine.

  Immediately, I feel her contentment blanket mine, reassuring me that everything is falling into place perfectly. Completion is a rarely discussed topic, spoken of in hushed whispers and never with any descriptions coming close to what I’m experiencing.

  This is the difference. What we’ve lost as a people. I wasn’t even aware I’ve been searching for it.

  Watching with utter satisfaction, our mirrored mating marks pulse with colors in a fine, detailed swirling design on our skin. The tops of her shoulder blades and back of her neck are just starting to deepen and pulse in time with her slowing breath. They are the surest sign that our mating is complete, and I’m relieved to see them developing on her.

  Dropping to my side, I pull her body snug against me. Rolling I keep us connected and my cock buried inside her. She sighs and settles quietly on top of me, slowly rubbing her cheek on my chest before dropping her head and closing her eyes.

  I can feel her contentment tinged with confusion through our bond. The confusion I can understand too. Who would have guessed our species were compatible? Of course, we’ve never actively searched for other species to mate with, just other worlds to inhabit. The
council wouldn’t be too keen on making that part of their mandate!

  But it’s done. My arms tighten briefly before I arch my cock deeper inside her and begin to softly stroke her back.

  She’s mine. Perfectly mine. And I never will let her go.

  I’ll figure out how to make her happy, so she’ll never wants to leave. Feeling her contentment now gives me hope that I can do it. I can overcome my lack of knowledge of the opposite sex. She enjoyed my lovemaking now.

  The other obstacles seem so far away, and I don’t want them to intrude on this contentment and the joy we are sharing of our bond. It makes sense that new couples would go away to celebrate and just enjoy one another for weeks after their mating. The intimacy and pleasure are extreme and even now, still enjoying her tightness around me, I want to hear her cries and watch her gush around me.

  My thoughts cause her to tighten and press into me and I feel her pleasure wash over us both just as my door alarm sounds.

  Fuck the gates of hell!

  There is only one person that would drop by without letting me know first and I didn’t expect to see him so soon.

  Gently, I roll us onto our sides so that I can ease my still hard cock out of her channel. Hannah smiles up at me as I lower her down. “The door. Stay here.” Her moan of assent makes me groan in reply.

  Quickly, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and pull the covers up and over her naked form. He’s not going to get a free show while he’s here.

  Smiling grimly, I rethink that thought. He’s not going to get a free show of my mate.

  Checking the viewer, I confirm it’s Atticus. He’s the ship’s medical doctor and one of my closest friends. But even with him, I feel territorial and letting him in feels like sharing even though I know he’s only concerned.

  Crossing my arms over my naked chest, I activate the door and watch his face change from grim determination to horror. His eyes jerk back to mine quickly as he mimics my stance, crossing his own arms slowly.

  “Should I come back?” He steps forward and into my place despite his words. “Never mind. I’m not leaving.”

  He turns, and forces closed my door, too impatient to wait for the auto close sensor to engage. Spinning back towards me, his eyes roam over my markings slowly.

  “Tell me everything.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  - Hannah

  Slowly, I start to make sense of what is going on around me. Bren’s voice is a low murmur, joined by a much more antagonistic tone. They are twenty feet away, but they could be on the moon for as much as they affect me.

  I’m wiped, literally and figuratively! My eyes pop open to look at the ceiling. That orgasm took the last of my strength.

  Too bad he had to take off and answer the door. What could’ve been that important? Not what I was expecting. No— “honey, that was wonderful”, or “you blew my mind”. Figures.

  I can’t help the tiny bit of disappointment I’m feeling. I guess there won’t be any cuddling and basking in the after great sex euphoria. But then I snap out of it.

  This is survival. Yes, I’m using sex as a tool here to survive and get back to Earth. Hopefully.

  Right?

  I can’t let one great—no spectacular, sexual encounter derail me from wanting to go home. My face heats a bit at the reminder.

  Stretching, I pull the covers down enough to watch Bren’s butt as he talks to our visitor. Perfect.

  Yes, that was amazingly effective. I’m not exactly pursuing all my options as I lay here. My hand slides between my legs where our combined juices soak me.

  Quickly he turns and smiles at me. Obviously, he can’t really realize that I am remembering him licking between my legs so perfectly. His full lips curve and eyes sparkle, I admire the symmetry of his face. He doesn’t look away as he barks at our guest. “Leave. My…” The rest of what he says is lost in translation as he takes the few steps towards the bed and my mind scrambles.

  I barely register the opening and closing of the door as we are left alone again.

  His wild hair dances around us as he slides into the bed next to me. It’s flowing and almost vibrating as it moves closer to my head. “I think I need a nap?” I pose it as a question, but it’s really a statement.

  His hair moves in closer as he leans in, our noses almost touching. “You rest. You are mine. I will keep you safe and you will stay in this room when I can’t be with you. Understand?”

  Anger makes my brow furrow and lips purse. Oh, I understand all right. But I also know and understand that arguing right now is not in my best interest. I don’t have the energy for it. And shouldn’t I be saving my energy for more important arguments?

  “Got it. I understand that I need to stay in the room if you aren’t with me.” My hands brush his hair that is still wildly haloing his head. The strands cling and wrap around my fingers and hands, not holding me but stroking and sliding as I pull them away. It distracts me instantly. It’s like it has a mind of its own. “Are you doing that? Can you control your hair and make it wrap around me?”

  Propping his head up on his elbow, he smiles as his hair continues to slide and wrap and release my hand. Moving up, it strokes along my arm slowly. “Not exactly. It just wants you as my entire body does, although I can force it into submission.”

  Slowly, his hair pulls away and most of it stands up on end before starting at the bottom, it slowly laps and weaves into the intricate design down the back he was wearing when I met him.

  “Wow!” I hop up onto my knees to watch it finish the intricate design. “That is incredible.” I’m speechless really.

  My eyes immediately drop to his cock. This is the first time I’ve really looked at him—there. It looks surprisingly similar to a human male and lengthens as soon as I lay eyes on it. Yep. That’s pretty normal.

  The hair here is shorter, a couple of inches or so. It dances around just like the hair on his head did. As I watch, it settles into a circular, intricate design around his still lengthening cock.

  “Very impressive.” I smile as I glance up at Bren. He looks smug, but a bit pained.

  Slowly, I reach for his cock, and stroke from the base to the tip. It’s silk over rock and my pussy clenches in anticipation. The hairs spring up reaching for me and when I lower my hand to the base, they caress and dance around me as if in joy.

  Laughing, I put a few between my fingers to stroke them and gauge their width. They are definitely a bit thicker than hair. I move my attention to his dick that is hard as a rock and almost poking me in the face. I’m so impressed with myself. I can’t believe that fit in me! If I had seen it before, I don’t know if I would have attempted it. As I lightly stroke it, I note it’s thicker than my wrist and comes to the bend in my elbow as I grasp the base.

  Fucking hell. The head is thicker than a human’s too without the distinctive head cap and I don’t see any scarring that would indicate he was circumcised.

  Speaking of cutting…

  “Do you trim your hair?” Sitting up, I stroke my damp mass and realize it desperately needs combing.

  “Trim meaning cut? With a knife?” He looks at my hair and then at his cock with worry.

  “My hair needs trimming on the ends to help it stay healthy and keep growing properly.” I hold up the end of my hair. “Do you trim yours?”

  He shakes his head. “It isn’t necessary. My hair sheds like skin and it wouldn’t help it grow. It stays healthy.”

  “Does that mean it bleeds when it’s cut? Like skin?”

  He looks even more puzzled now. “No, it seals and heals.”

  I’m not sure if it’s a language barrier or what, but I’d like to get a comb. I look doubtfully at his hair, already pristine without a piece out of place. Bastards.

  “Do you have a comb I could use to fix my hair?” Pulling my fingers through it, I try to demonstrate what I mean.

  He laughs! It’s a deep chuckle and I’m surprised and enthralled at once. He is much better looking when
he smiles. Devastatingly so. My heart leaps and I feel like a school girl. What is going on with me? He’s making me feel like a crush and I’m as horny as a virgin too.

  “We don’t have anything like that, but I’ll call down to engineering and see what they can produce.”

  “Thank you.” Smiling, I keep working on my hair, starting at the bottom and trying to pull out the biggest clumps first. He quietly watches me before sitting up and spreading his legs at the head of the bed.

  No modesty here. I’m immediately treated to a full view of hard cock and long firm legs.

  He pats the bed in front of him. “Come sit. I’ll work on it.”

  Slowly, I move in front of him and between his legs.

  Grasping my hips, he pulls me snug against his body. I’d have to be an idiot not to feel him hard and firm against my lower back. But his hands are gentle as he starts to separate my auburn hair with his fingers like I was down my back.

  His legs are long and hairless but not. The hair on his body is more like the fuzz on a peach and I tentatively run my hand down his thigh. The tiny hairs are what has felt so smooth against me. Even they seem to respond and reach for my touch as I watch fascinated as they sway towards me.

  “Where is this ship going?” Do they call it a ship? Is it a spaceship?

  “This ship is called Destiny and we complete this circuit twice a solar rotation of our planet Quasar. Our scientists on board keep logs they update of the planets we pass, and we keep an eye on undeveloped civilizations on them. Like your Earth, we categorize the information we gather from satellites and report back to our planet’s council.”

  “So, we’ll go by Earth soon?” I can’t keep the hopefulness out of my voice. I’m excited to think that with their technology, I should be able to get home.

  His hands still and then settle on my shoulders. He turns me slightly towards him and looks me in the eyes.

  “We are already far away, from the planet you were rotating that you call Mars and from Earth where you come from. You can’t go back. I’m sorry if that is hard to understand, but I will take care of you.”