Betsy
Several days passed pleasantly enough. Kano showed up bright and early every morning and stayed most of the day, leaving only to hunt every so often. He sometimes brought fish back for me and was absolutely fascinated when I cooked it. Occasionally he would eat some of the cooked fish. It intrigued him, and he enjoyed some of the flavors, but he didn’t actually need his food cooked. He was good company. I hadn’t expected to enjoy having him around as much as I did.
We spent a lot of time talking. Most of it was spent learning about each other. I told him about my family, he told me about his. He asked me my favorite things and I asked his. We walked the beaches, swam in the cove, watched the sunsets. Kano was sweet and attentive, observant but unobtrusive too. Quiet when I wanted quiet; conversational when I needed it. He asked questions, curious about humans in general and me specifically. I told him the words for my clothes, taught him about the different things in the cabin, even showed him pictures of other human devices like the shuttles and space stations.
Kano still brought me gifts and I still refused them as gently as possible. He took to stashing them in my cabin when I wasn’t looking. It became a game for us. He would present me with a pretty shell or a shiny stone. I would smile and tell him no. Later it would turn up in my bathroom shelf or tucked in a cup in the kitchen cabinet or even in my spare shoes. The game was how long it took me to find it. I was still looking for the green shell he’d offered me three days ago. The little treasures all found their way into a basket on my table eventually. Kano smiled whenever he saw the newest pieces I’d found and added to it. The only one he didn’t try to sneak into the cabin was the pearl. It still sat by the steps where he’d left it when I rejected it all those days ago.
I missed Kano when he was gone and found myself watching the ocean waves until he returned. I worried about him. His tail fin healed quickly and cleanly, but I often checked for new injuries whenever he returned from hunting. He found my concern endearing and humored me by displaying his fins for inspection whenever I asked.
He never missed a chance to touch me. Fingers in my hair or knuckles to my cheek, they were quick caresses on my bare skin and firm palms to my back or shoulders. Kano stole little kisses like a hummingbird, darting in and surprising me or hovering teasingly until I stretched out to him. He gave kisses like a bear, powerful and fierce, devouring me hungrily until he had to hold me up while I gasped for air.
I could easily see a future with Kano. Days working side by side. Quiet evenings on the beach. Passionate embraces in the dark of night, or any time we wanted. I don’t know when it happened, whether it was fast and I just denied it all along or if it was slow and gradual over time, but I fell for him. I fell for the tall, four-armed, amphibious alien with all his soft words and strong hands; his heated glances and gentle touches.
I was ready for a change. I wanted more, but could it really work for us? Kano was an unknown species, never before encountered in the Galactic Council. Finding out there was a sentient species hiding under the oceans of the Reserve could change the status of the entire planet. Depending on how the council ruled, the research teams and monitoring stations could be decommissioned and everyone ordered off planet. What if Kano couldn’t leave the planet? I could lose him, but…could I spend the rest of our lives hiding him?
Kano
My Betsy was preoccupied lately. I’d spent many happy days in her company, but the last few she’d seemed disturbed by something. Her smiles were a bit strained, her laughter quieter. Was she growing away from me already? This morning, I’d arrived to find her already on the beach, staring at the waves and chewing a fingernail. She smiled readily enough, but there was a nervousness to her that felt worrisome. Several times during the day I’d caught her watching me thoughtfully. She was distracted and quiet.
The day passed in a strange, subdued way that left me feeling restless. I left at midday to hunt and returned to find Betsy on the beach again. She greeted me with a shy embrace, her hands smoothing over my chest as she looked for words that would not come to her. Finally, she simply kissed me on the cheek and wandered away.
By sunset I was tense and uncertain of my place in Betsy’s life. She’d turned to me many times as if to speak, then turned away wordlessly. Now I sat beside her on the beach, silently watching the waves again. The sun was nearly gone and I would need to go soon. If I waited too long, the razor claw that hunted the cove would be too close for me to safely reach my den. I glanced down at the little female beside me, her eyes fixed on the water. Sighing quietly, I stood. Betsy’s hand darted out, grabbing mine. Startled, I looked down. She still wasn’t looking at me, but her cheeks had turned that lovely pink color she always got when we kissed. Her fingers worked between mine and gripped tightly.
My Betsy? I started.
“Would you…” she interrupted hesitantly. “Would you like to spend the night with me?” She asked quickly, her hand flexing in mine. Was she asking what I thought she was asking?
You want me to stay? With you?
“Yeah. Yeah…I want you to stay. With me,” she answered, finally looking up at me.
I would like that very much, I said. She nodded, standing. Shyly pulling me along, she drew me up the beach towards her cabin. I hadn’t been inside after sunset since the night I cared for her during her illness. I felt myself harden in anticipation and I focused on keeping my cock from extruding. She hadn’t invited me to mate, not yet at least. I didn’t want to misread this.
Betsy pulled me through her home, to the sleeping area in the back. Stopping, she turned to face me, meeting my gaze. Her hands crept up to rest on my lower chest.
“I’ve been trying to say this all day,” she murmured nervously.
What is it my heart?
“I…I want you,” she said, stepping closer. My heart soared and I closed my arms around her, drawing her against my body. I could feel her heart pounding under my hands.
You are certain?
“I am, I just…haven’t been with anyone in a while and I really, really like you. I don’t want to mess this up,” she admitted, shivering when I stroked my hand down her back.
There is no way you could mess this up. I have told you from the first day that I wanted to be your mate. You are all there is for me. My people mate for life and you are the female I want. I will never leave you, my Betsy.
“I’m not worried about you leaving me. But what happens when others find out about you? The planet’s status could change, they could force me to leave the surface. What happens to us then?” Her worried rush of words made all her behaviors make sense now. She wanted me, but what if she had to leave the planet?
My heart, you could never leave me. I will go wherever you go. If I must cover my body as you do, I will. If I must seek the waters of other planets or use tubs like you do, I will. So long as we are together, I can go anywhere. Betsy shivered again, her hands tugged at my shoulders, urging me down.
Bending for her, she rose on her toes and kissed me, urgent and excited. There was no longer any need for words. I slid a hand under her shirt, splaying it across her bare back. She caught her breath at the feel of my hand on her skin. Her hands slid into my hair, tangling in the long strands as she held me close. Tasting sweet and tart from the fruit she’d eaten earlier, her tongue darted between my lips, stroking my own in a sensuous dance.
My Betsy turned in my arms, pulling me towards her bed. My cock was hard and partially extruded already, brushing across her bottom as she moved. Walking forward, I followed her onto the soft surface, balancing carefully on my knees. Towering over her, I held her as she leaned back into me. I needed to feel more of her.
Stripping her coverings quickly, I flinched at a ripping sound when I pulled too hard at the closure of her skirt. My Betsy laughed, reaching to help me. Soon she was fully naked, still kneeling before me. Her skin really was pink all over.
Smoothing my hands over her body, I explored every curve and angle her frame had. He
r breasts were soft and round, squishing slightly as I cupped them. Betsy gasped a little at the pressure. The tips were darker, more rosy than pink, and hard under my fingers. She grabbed my hand, showing me how to pinch and roll the nipples between my fingers.
In return, she traced her fingers over my arms, following the lines of muscle. Her nails dragged lightly down my skin and I shivered unexpectedly. Gripping her hip, I dragged her against me again, trapping my cock between us. She moaned once more, arching into me and gliding her butt over my erection. My shirra trembled at the contact, contracting on my mating glands and secreting oils onto her skin. My female gasped as the oils seeped into her skin, warming her.
Betsy
Kano’s skin was smooth and cool as he plastered me to him. His hands were everywhere. My back fit tightly to his front like two parts of a whole. His dick was a heated weight pressed between my butt cheeks and I couldn’t help stroking against him. Suddenly the surface between us was slick and oily. My skin tingled wherever the fluid touched and I panted as my arousal wound even tighter.
“What is that?” I asked breathlessly. Kano’s mouth came down and he pressed kisses to my shoulder, nipping gently as he went.
My mating oils, Kano explained. They are secreted only for my mate, to give you the most pleasure. I felt more of his oils rolling down my skin and the trails of fire they left behind.
“Are you seriously telling me you secrete your own sex lube?” I laughed, shivering as his hands massaged my hips and breasts.
I do not know your meaning, my heart, he admitted, kissing me again.
“You know what, I don’t care,” I announced, rubbing slickly against him. He dipped the fingers of one hand between my thighs and caressed my pussy with a slow stroke of thick, cool fingers. The oils sliding down my crack reached the spot where his fingers swirled and dipped between the lips of my sex and a burst of heat washed over me. Kano just barely grazed across my clit and I shattered in his arms. Bowing back into him with a cry, I clutched at the arms that held me up.
Kano eased back to sit on his heels with me braced in his lap while I caught my breath. His hands soothed and rubbed comfortingly along my trembling sides. I felt a flutter of movement under my backside and sat up, turning to finally get a look at my alien lover’s package. Kano tensed slightly, uncertain of my sudden inspection.
His dick wasn’t too unfamiliar, same basic shape I supposed. It was long and thick, with a bulbous head much like a human guy would have. Under the head though, he had a collar of tiny nubs that wiggled and waved like miniature tentacles. The oil he secreted seemed to come from those. Curiously, I reached out a gently fondled the little feelers. Kano shuddered at my touch, his eyes rolling back slightly.
“What are these called?” I asked.
Those are my shirra, they are part of my mating glands. Kano sucked in a quick gasp as my hand wrapped around his cock under the shirra. I do not know how much longer I can hold out, my heart, he said shakily. I chuckled a little, stroking down to his base. He groaned loudly, fisting his hands in the bedding to keep from seizing me as he thrust into my grip. Please my Betsy, he pleaded.
Releasing his cock, I caught his head and pulled him into another kiss. He wrapped an arm around me, his free hands all over me again as he followed me down to the mattress. Reaching between us, I grabbed his dick, lining him up with my entrance.
“Don’t wait anymore Kano,” I ordered breathlessly. With a cry of ecstasy, he drove into me with one smooth thrust. My earlier orgasm and his oils meant he didn’t stop until he was completely buried in my body. He paused, resting his forehead on mine for a moment. His shirra stroked gently at the walls of my pussy, making me moan under my breath.
At the sound, Kano pulled back and thrust in again. Slowly building momentum, he moved faster and faster until he was pounding into me. His hips slapped against my thighs and he grunted with every thrust. Hooking my ankles behind him, I rode his body hard, panting as he drove me to another orgasm. His oils tingled heatedly inside my sheath and I cried with the pleasure of it.
My Betsy, my heart, Kano declared as his rhythm started to break. His grip got tighter; his thrusts harder. My mate! His hands clamped down on me, jerking me hard against his pelvis as he came. Something latched onto my thighs tightly, the sudden suction tipping me over the edge at last and I came again, clutching Kano’s arms and screaming his name.
He shook, spurting bursts of cum inside my pussy with each spasm of his frame. Half collapsing on me, he braced himself on his upper arms and buried his face in my shoulder. Struggling to breathe as well, I lay there, simply enjoying the feel of the strong male body on mine.
Eventually, my legs started to complain and I shifted, intending to put them down. A strange pressure around my thighs stopped me though. I tried to move again, wincing at a slight tug. Kano’s lower hands came up to hold my legs still.
You must be still a moment longer my mate, he said tiredly.
“Why? What is that?” I asked pushing at him. Carefully, he sat up so I could see. A pair of flat, paddle like appendages were wrapped around my upper legs. I could see suction cups along the edges of each of the strange limbs and knew they were tightly clamped to my skin. “Kano?”
Those are merely my claspers, my love. They hold us together during mating to increase our chance of breeding young. They will release soon, he assured me, returning to his previous, more comfortable position. Propped over me again, he filled my senses and I loved it. How could I imagine not spending the rest of my life in his arms? Sighing contentedly, I placed a kiss on his cheek and relaxed, sleep overcoming me quicker than I expected.
Chapter Ten
Betsy
It was still dark when I woke, blinking blearily about the room. What woke me so early? Kano was a warm weight against my back, one arm draped above my waist. The other propped on my hip, fingers lightly gripping the soft curve of flesh. He’d obviously rearranged us once his claspers let go of me. His tail twitched gently against my leg. I stifled a giggle at the light snore that came from him. A hum of sound outside caught my attention. What was that?
Carefully sliding out of Kano’s embrace, I tiptoed out of the room. Drawing my robe on, I peeked out through the windows, searching for the source of the noise. A wobbly light shot over the landing pad and stopped short. Turning laboriously, it trembled back towards the pad. Then a grating sound as something ground to a stop on the plas-crete surface. What the heck was going on?
Stepping out onto the steps for a better look, I spied a figure climbing off the small flyer. Whoever he was, he stumbled as he made his way towards the path to the cabin. His arm raised and I spied a flash of glass in the moonlight. The stranger swigged deeply from a bottle as he staggered drunkenly along.
“Hey Betty!” Just what I needed, a visit from Deacon the Drunken Dumbass. I’d better send him back to his sector before he saw Kano.
“What are you doing here Deacon? You’re supposed to stay in your sector,” I stated irritably, heading up the path to keep him away from the station.
“Aw, honey. Don’t be so serious,” he slurred. “I just thought we could be friendly after all. Come on, let’s go get friendly baby.”
“I said no, Deacon. I meant it. I don’t want to get friendly with you. I want you to leave,” I said, angrily stopping in his path.
“You ain’t gotta be such a snooty booty girl! I don’t want no commitment or nothing. Just a round or two in that dry ass pussy you got! Bet its dry as a bone ain’t it. Don’t worry though, I can get it nice and wet,” he declared crudely, leaning down to sneer in my face.
“Deacon, get on your flyer and leave. Before I report you to Dr. Jackson for drunkenness and leaving your station. Not to mention this disgusting display of sexual harassment,” I warned, pushing Deacon back towards the landing pad.
“If you ain’t wanting some dick, why’d you come out here nearly naked huh? Cause you sure as hell ain’t got nothing under that robe!” Deacon grabbed the c
ollar of my robe, yanking it partially open before I could stop him.
“Let go!” I shrieked, slapping at his hands. Deacon laughed drunkenly, catching one of my hands with his free hand. His heavy weight pushed me back, forcing me down.
“Come on Betty, you know you’re gonna like it. You bitches always say no but you never mean it,” he purred. Leering as he exposed more of my skin, he grinned menacingly. “You always like it in the end.”
“NO!” I screamed, kicking at him. He pushed suddenly, knocking me to the ground. Before I could roll to my feet, he dropped on top of me, straddling my hips and pulling at my robe once more.
A roar of rage bellowed behind him and he jerked upright, spinning to face the incoming threat. Kano grabbed him by the throat and threw him away from me. He flew through the air and slammed into the sand on the beach below us. Kano dropped to his knees, gathering me close. I sobbed, hiccupping as he held me.
Are you hurt my Betsy? Did he injure you?
“No,” I gulped brokenly. “Just scared me. I’m ok. I’m ok.”
He won’t be, he declared angrily. Pulling my robe back into place, Kano stood, turning to the fumbling figure of Deacon, who struggled to get his feet under him. I grabbed his nearest hand desperately.
“You can’t kill him,” I said. “He’s an idiot and a rapist, but you can’t kill him. It would cause all kinds of problems for us. I’ll report him.” Kano knelt again, cupping my cheek gently.
And what will you say when he tells them about me? Do not watch, my heart. He said it so simply, before standing and pulling away from me. I could see the anger in his eyes, Deacon would receive no mercy and I couldn’t find it in me to care. I also couldn’t tear my eyes from the silhouette of Kano hunting Deacon.
Kano
What kind of a male invades another’s territory? Puts their hands on a female the way you have? What kind of male attempts to force a female to mate? I asked, stalking the stinking, stumbling male.
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