Captain Rescuer

by Lauren Brooks

  Claire had the same hair Elaine did, only hers nearly brushed the floor. Elaine had often cut hers to her mid back to make life easier, but since Claire’s death just over two years ago, Elaine had let it grow in an almost nostalgic manner. Only the guttural curse echoing around the chamber brought Elaine’s focus back to the present.

  She gasped out as she looked up to find Zion sitting in the water with her, running his hand through her floating blanket of hair. There was a look on his face that she couldn’t quite place.

  “I’m sorry. I’ll clean all the hair out of the tub when I get out. I promise I won’t leave a mess behind. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to wash it.” Elaine assumed he was angry over the sheer volume of hair disrupting what was apparently going to be a shared bath. Although, Elaine was confused as to why he would want to get in the water with her as dirty as it was going to be after she degreased herself.

  “I don’t care one microunit if you clean the tub, I had no idea you had so much hair. How the hell do you keep it hidden so well?” Zion grunted out as he continued to slowly work his hands through the mass, unknotting it gently as he went.

  “Um, I just keep it piled up on my head. I stick pencils in it to keep it out of my way. I don’t take it down very often. My sister used to help me keep it in braids, but I don’t have anyone to do that anymore.” Elaine said, making a concerted effort not to groan at the feel of someone else playing with her hair.

  “I’ll braid it for you.” Came softly from the other side of the tub. Elaine snorted, knowing no man would ever put that much effort into caring for a chubby, strange, quiet mechanic. “You don’t think I’m serious. Have I ever told you I would do something and not followed through on it Elaine?” Zion asked in a deceptively quiet tone.

  “N-no.” She replied.

  “Exactly, I say what I mean, and I mean what I say. Just like I meant it two years ago when I told the crew they weren’t to touch you. Just like I meant it when I fired Paisley for messing with my woman. Just like I mean it when I say I’ll help you take care of your hair.” As he spoke, Zion had stalked across the tub, invading Elaine’s personal space. “Breathe kitten, I don’t want you to pass out before I get you cleaned up.”

  Elaine took a deep breath before shutting her eyes for a moment. “Ouch!” She said loudly.

  “What happened?” Zion asked shifting backwards to look for what had hurt her.

  “I pinched myself, I thought I had to be dreaming or something. Why are you saying things like this to me? I’m the chubby weirdo who likes machines better than people!” Elaine bit out.

  “Don’t you dare talk about my pair like that Elaine.” Zion growled before leaning forward to devour her mouth.

  Elaine had never been kissed before, but this was nothing like the kisses she had imagined over the years. It was like he was trying to push himself into her very soul with his mouth. Nibbling, licking, and sucking as he explored her lips. One particularly hard nip caused Elaine to gasp, giving Zion deeper access and he took full advantage. Several minutes of sheer pleasure passed before Elaine came to herself enough to realize what Zion had said.

  Breaking away from his kiss, “What did you call me?” Elaine asked, gasping for air.

  “My pair.” Zion responded as he turned his attention to her ear and neck.

  “That doesn’t mean what I think it means does it? I knew you had some Beltran in you because of your metallic skin tone, but you inherited pair sense along with the skin?” Elaine asked incredulously.

  The tone of voice caused Zion to pause, pulling back to look her in the face, “Not full ones, but yes. I have them. I knew what you were to me when we met, but it’s not the same burning need that a full Beltran would experience on finding their pair because my blood is too diluted. I waited for you to come out of your shell, to allow me to court you as is proper for a Derthian, but you never seemed open to it, so I waited patiently. If it weren’t…”

  “Derthian? What, I’m not Derthian. Where the hades did you get that idea?” her tone of voice was mingled surprise and anger.

  “You look Derthian, and the address you gave me when you applied to my ship was Derthian. It’s why I picked Derth for our last leave stop. What are you?” Zion said, pulling back further in shock.

  “I’m full blooded Terran, I can trace my lineage all the way back to the Original Earth. Derthian my left foot, why didn’t you just ask me what my species was?” Elaine began pulling herself deeper into the water until even her chin was underneath it.

  Zion stared at her for several moments before he began laughing at a joke she didn’t understand. After a several moments passed and Zion continued to laugh, Elaine huffed before reaching for the soap and cleaning herself thoroughly. She was startled when a soft buzzing noise began, and the water appeared to be circulating out of the tub before coming back into the tub from tiny jets, completely clean of the grime and soap.

  Once Elaine had washed her entire body she began looking for something to use on her hair. She finally spotted it on a ledge above her head and decided to quickly stand up and grab it while Zion was distracted with his laughing fit. She grossly underestimated her appeal, because his laughter stopped almost immediately after she stood to her full height and grabbed the bottle of shampoo.

  She froze with her hand wrapped around the bottle at the sound of the feral growl that burst from the throat of the man sharing her bath. She turned ever so slowly towards the sound as one might towards a predator and gasped at the look on his face. Every muscle had tightened as though ready to pounce and Elaine was frozen at the sight. She wondered if this was how she was going to die, ripped to shreds by her own captain, the first time she had ever been naked in front of anyone besides her sister.

  Chapter 4

  The fact that Elaine was Terran explained so much, but the reality left him with two choices; laugh or fall into a deep rage over the time he had lost. A Derthian woman would ask a potential mate to share a meal she had prepared while wearing the ceremonial colors of their house which would lead to several months of a courting ritual before a bride price was set and paid. Zion had waited two years for Elaine to show she was ready to be mated in this custom, but a Terran woman would expect pursuit from a male. The fact that they had wasted so much time, a standard mating period and a gestational period by his best calculations, infuriated Zion, but he would damn sure be making up for lost time now.

  Reaching forward, he plucked the bottle of shampoo from her hands, “turn around.” He commanded as he poured a generous amount into two of his hands. Elaine complied slowly, still standing, before Zion stood behind her and began massaging the liquid into her copious amounts of hair. Zion’s Beltran side could be likened to that of a sleek jungle cat from the Original Earth. It relished the idea of grooming and caring for her glorious hair and he knew if he had ever seen it down, all waiting would have gone out the window, just as it had today upon realizing how isolated and scared his pair had been for the last several months.

  Zion contemplated his next step as he worked the lather through her dark tresses. The deep mahogany suited her fair skin and deep green eyes. The unusual eye color was what had convinced him Elaine was Derthian from the beginning. Now that he scrutinized her facial structure more closely, he realized her jaw line and the texture of her skin weren’t quite right for a Derthian. Still, she mostly favored the women of that species and a true Terran was so rare these days the thought had never crossed his mind. His distracted thoughts refocused on his pair when she moaned as he used his nails against the surface of her scalp.

  “You must contain those noises unless you wish to mate, my pair. Those are traditional sounds of desire in most cultures.” Zion said, leaning forward to whisper the words into her ear.

  When his only response was a gasp followed by her arching into his touch, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop at just a bath, not after waiting for such a long time to claim her. Making up his mind, Zion turned her to face him befo
re grasping her chin to look into her eyes.

  “Have you been touched before, my pair?” Zion’s gaze sharpened at the hesitant shake of her head no. He surreptitiously pushed the record button on his watch, “Ah, my pair. You have come to me pure, and I have come to you pure as well. It is a custom that I cannot shake nor trace in my genetics. I have been unable to touch another woman in this manner without feeling violently ill. I will not touch you now, if you tell me no, but I hope that is not what you will do. Elaine Wiggins of Terran race, will you become my pair this day?”

  “Yes!” flew from Elaine’s mouth before she could stop it, and Zion pounced to kiss her and seal their vows. Legal marriages only required witnessed or recorded agreement and filing through any port authority, or universally registered Captain to be binding. Zion wasn’t sure that Elaine understood she had just married him, but he was too busy kissing her to care.

  Losing his patience, Zion quickly rinsed the soap from Elaine’s hair before dragging her out of the tub into the drying chamber.

  “No, I can’t use this!” Elaine began protesting, “It will twist my hair into so many knots it will take hours to get it brushed out again!”

  “How long has it been since you’ve tried to use one of these?” Zion asked as he stepped inside with her.

  “Um, I think I was 13, so, 11 years ago. Why?” Elaine was confused as to why time made a difference. A large tube of air being swirled around would tangle her hair no matter how long it had been since she last used one.

  “Just trust me.” Zion said before pushing a button on the side of the tube. Scanners popped out of the top of the tube, mapping each of them before spending close attention on Elaine’s hair. Brushes extended from openings in the wall and began gently combing through her hair. As they pulled downward, gentle air blew from the opening of each brush. It only took a few minutes for her hair to be smooth and dry.

  “Now it’s my turn.” Zion said before turning her back to him and quickly weaving her hair into a plait that stretched down past her waist. Another button opened a container to reveal hair accessories of all kinds, Zion choosing just a black hair tie to wrap around the bottom of her braid. One last button provided the forceful wind that Elaine was used to feeling in a drying chamber such as this one.

  “And now, my pair, we become as one.” Zion said as he lifted her and began stalking towards the large bed in the middle of his quarters.

  Chapter 5

  Elaine was stunned at the detail that had gone into the drying chamber. The sheer mechanical prowess someone needed to create such a detailed and careful robotic system was immense, but she was also shocked at the care and attention Zion was showing her. This all seemed surreal to her.

  Zion lowered her carefully to the bed, transitioning on top of her and Elaine adjusted to wrap her legs around his large waist. Even at nearly 6 feet tall, Elaine was tiny compared to Zion’s proportional 8 feet. Her legs were stretched to the point of discomfort trying to wrap around Zions waist. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened them to meet his gaze. The chocolate and gold depths swirled with desire and Elaine gasped as she fully absorbed the truth. Zion truly wanted her.

  "What is it my pair? What do you see?" he gasped out as he rubbed their bodies together sensuously. The velvet feel of his skin, the hardness of his muscles, and the large cock pressed against her spread center distracted Elaine from answering him for a long moment.

  “Ah, you look, oh gosh, you look like you want to devour me.” She finally managed to gasp out. Another thrust against her swollen clitoris had her reaching up to grasp his shoulders firmly.

  “Oh, my pair. You are so sensitive. Have you been waiting for me to take you? To feel me inside you? To claim your body as my own?” firmer thrusts accompanied the words and she was so wet each glide was audible.

  “Zion, what is happening?” a tightening sensation in her core was building furiously as he mimicked sex.

  “You’re going to come all over my cock, my pair. You’re going to spread your juices all over us both and ease the way for me to take you fully. You feel so good,” he was gasping by this point, “I don’t want to spend my seed outside of your body, but it’s so hard. I’ve waited to long.”

  Elaine was beyond responding, her body was so close to the edge all she could do was arch deeper into his thrusts and cry out each time the ridge at the base of his cock head hit her clit. She nearly screamed when he pulled back, but her mouth was covered by his desperate kiss and a thumb took over rubbing her clit firmly. Her orgasm stalled for a moment before she dove off the cliff into bliss.

  Several moments passed before she was able to function enough to realize that Zion was gently petting her embarrassingly wet pussy while he had another hand clenched firmly around the base of his swollen cock. She looked down, certain some of the moisture had to have come from him, only to find she had created a wet spot so large it appeared to have splashed onto Zion’s thighs.

  “Oh no!” She gasped out, trying to scramble away and find something to clean up the mess. “I’m sorry! I’ll clean it up! I don’t know what happ…” her words were cut off by the slam of Zion’s mouth on hers and him aligning the head of his cock to her drenched opening.

  “Will you accept my entrance, my pair?” Zion gritted out in an old 7th millennia Terran tradition.

  “Yes!” she cried out, spreading her legs as wide as she could for him.

  Zion rubbed himself against her again, making sure his head was slick, burying half of his eleven inches inside her. He tore through the thin barrier and cried out as cum pulsed from his cock into her unprotected depths. Elaine froze from the sudden pain, while Zion froze from the sensation of finally claiming his beloved pair.

  Several moments passed before either could move and Zion’s head dropped forward so he could look at her face. His heart clenched painfully at the lone tear that had escaped from her eyes, but also leapt with joy at the look of wonder on her face. One hand reached forward to wipe the tear from her eyes before he leaned down to kiss her softly.

  “We are bound now, my pair. Does it still hurt? I would like to give you more pleasure.” He whispered against her face as he pressed kisses along her cheeks, down to her neck.

  “It, it doesn’t hurt much. I think you can move.” She said shyly.

  Zion pulled back from sucking her earlobe to watch her face as he pulled back slightly before thrusting himself in a little deeper than before. A thought occurred to him, and he pulled out to just the tip and looked to where they were joined. Pride filled him at the pale streaks of red he saw there, proof that he was the one who had taken her virginity.

  “Look at us Elaine.” Zion commanded. She sat up, leaning on her elbows to look down at their joined bodies.

  “That’s my blood.” She whispered.

  “That’s our love.” He corrected before taking her mouth and beginning to thrust into her once more. Their combined fluids and her previous orgasm eased the way for his full length. Several thrusts and he was buried so deep he could feel the opening to her womb against his tip.

  One blessing about being both strong and having four arms, he was able to keep himself from crushing her with one arm, begin playing with both breasts, and slide a hand between them to caress her clitoris as well. Elaine became so lost in the sensations that she didn’t notice when he leaned forward and licked her neck at first.

  “I appear to have a need to mark you, my pair.” Zion whispered, as he felt mating fangs that were common in several species, they were aware of descend into his mouth. “I must bite you now.”

  “Do it!” Elaine cried as she arched into his next thrust.

  The combination of his touch, the thickness of his cock inside her, and the piercing of her flesh threw Elaine into such a deep orgasm that her eyes rolled back into her head and her fluids gushed from her body once more. The tight, relentless pulses pulled the cum from Zion so forcefully it took three hands to keep himself from falling on top of
her. The volume of seed was so great it overflowed her depths and spilled onto the sheets along with her juices.

  Eventually, Zion came to himself enough to realize his thighs were drenched and she was still fluttering around his length at random intervals. Rather than get up, he simply wrapped his arms around Elaine and rolled them to a dry spot on the bed, keeping his cock buried inside her. He caressed her back and held her as the force of his cock grinding deeper into her from this action caused her to orgasm once more, although not nearly as hard as before. He sighed contentedly as he held his pair, the woman who would bear his children and carry his burdens for all eternity in their bed.

  Chapter 6

  Elaine fell asleep, lying across Zion’s chest, being caressed with his cock buried inside her. Zion’s unique genetic make up did not require much in the way of sleep, so he spent the time simply enjoying the feel of her skin. Her quick acquiescence to be his bride was proof, in his mind, of the validity of his pair feelings. He wondered what their children would look like, knowing that he fully intended to retire once she was growing a baby. The thought of her swollen and round made him groan and harden inside her once more.

  She came too, feeling the thick length stretching her and the hands caressing her. Unable to stop the clenching of her needy pussy, Elaine slid herself back further onto his erection. The wandering hands froze at her movement before Zion pushed them both up into a sitting position. It had been years since Elaine and her sister had downloaded a copy of an ancient Terran text called the Kama something, but she remembered this position being called The Lotus, mostly because she had always loved that flower.