The Alien's Savior

by Ella Maven

  We hit the qua with a smack and loud splash. I jerked against my restraints and saw Naomi’s body lift off her seat before the straps held her in place. She made a small sound of protest and gripped her seat with white knuckles. After that, we sunk fast, the qua bubbling around us. Naomi’s eyes were huge in her face as she gazed around us. After descending to the depths, a soft jolt let us know we’d hit the bottom.

  After that, silence. The cruiser’s controls shut down as the generator reached the end of its charge. I immediately flipped on the solar mode for it to recharge, thanks to the bright mid-day sun streaming through the qua.

  For a moment, I stared out of the front of the cruiser at few curious huppas who swam by, thinking they could get closer only to find an invisible wall blocking their way. Giving up, they swam away.

  “That…” Naomi’s chest expanded and contracted rapidly. She still gripped the restraints of her chair with white knuckles. “That was crazy.”

  I could barely believe it had all worked. So much could have gone wrong. And there was still so much yet that could. “We will have to remain here until the generator recharges. Then, if all goes to plan, we will get back to the Night Kings.”

  I pressed the switch on the control panel to release our seat straps, and Naomi’s upper body fell forward until she braced her elbows on her knees. She turned her head to study me. “That entire time, I was absolutely terrified we were going to die. You weren’t at all, were you?”

  “Death was a possibility, but I wasn’t scared.”

  She sucked in a breath. “Are you scared of anything?”

  My first reaction was to tell her no, that nothing scared me, but that would be a lie when the one thing that terrified me the most sat right in front of me, her flavor still lingering on my tongue. “Yes.”

  “What?”

  “Plenty.”

  She straightened. “Tell me.”

  “I don’t want to.”

  She blinked, not expecting that answer. “Are you scared of anything happening to your brother? The other warriors?”

  “I worry about that, but it doesn’t scare me.”

  She twisted in her seat and narrowed her eyes. The flush rising high on her cheeks let me know she was irritated. “Then what does? I’m trying to get to know you, Gar. I want—”

  “Maybe I don’t want you to get to know me!” I snarled at her, tired of this conversation and her insistence on opening me up and poking around at my insides. “Maybe that’s my greatest fear. That once you saw what I was really like inside and out, you’d run so fast and so far away from me that I’d never see you again.” I pounded my fist on the control panel, and she jerked as her mouth fell open. “At least now I’m able to look at you every day, hear your voice, and if even for only a small part of my day, I get to drink in your presence when I’ve lived a lifetime in a drought.”

  Drops fell from her bottom lashes to leave dark stains on her shirt. She blinked and then licked her lips. I turned away, unwilling to see the devastation on her face and hear the words that would break me.

  “You don’t scare me,” she said softly. “I get that you’re trying to. And if you were anyone else, I would have let you push me away. I would have given up. But I’m not giving up now. Because I don’t see a reason we can’t make the best of the rest of your borrowed time.”

  I closed my eyes as her words reached down my throat like a fist and wrapped around my pounding cora. Her voice shook as she continued. “But this will be the last push. Because I can’t keep getting hurt and letting you throw sharp words at me. I’m tired of your snarls and your growls. So, if you don’t want me, then you tell me to leave you alone. I’ll give you your space.”

  After that she fell silent. I opened my eyes the rest of the way to find her huddled on her chair with her knees pulled up to her chest, her hands clasped around her chin. She rocked softly with her head turned away from me. Her hair had come loose from the braid she’d had it in, and the dark locks fell in shining waves around her shoulders and legs.

  Everything about her posture was defeated and defensive. She was putting herself out there with the knowledge I would most likely hurt her again. Why couldn’t I be as brave as her? I’d fought countless enemies and just flew a cruiser out of a bunker before crashing landing in a spring, yet I couldn’t confess the truth to a small human female? She terrified me.

  “I watched you every morning.” She froze mid-rocking motion but didn’t turn to face me. I kept going, even though every word felt like blades in my gut. I gripped my knees and squeezed. “I knew it was wrong, but I did it anyway. Because I couldn’t stay away. I wore a groove in the dirt outside your window. Same time before every morning meal, I’d hide in the shadows and I’d watch you brush your hair until it shone.”

  She turned her head slowly, and I tried to read her expression, but her features remained blank. “I brush my hair after my cleanser, and before I get dressed.”

  I swallowed and nodded.

  She blinked. “You watched me naked?”

  “I’m sorry,” I said quickly.

  She didn’t answer for a long time, until she took a shuddering breath. “Which window?”

  “The back one.”

  She nibbled her lip. “I sit with my back to that window to brush my hair.”

  Once again, I nodded.

  Dropping her feet slowly to the floor, she slid to the end of her chair and gripped the edge. “Did you watch me get dressed?”

  I had never wanted to lie so badly. “Yes,” I replied with a hoarse rasp.

  “Tell me,” her voice dipped to a whisper. “Tell me what you saw.”

  I swallowed, my cock thickening in my pants at her voice and the memory of her smooth skin in the sun’s morning light. “From the back, I’d watch the ends of your hair graze the top of your round ass.” We’d learned that word from the females, and we liked it.

  “Did you think about touching my ass?”

  “Naomi—”

  “Answer me.”

  “Of course,” I hissed.

  She didn’t flinch. “What else?”

  I didn’t even have to close my eyes to picture the image of her naked. “You’d turn to rise from your chair, and I’d get a glimpse of your breasts. I enjoy the way they move when they are not in your shirt, and the stiff peaks of your nipples make my mouth water.” My gaze dropped to her chest, and I quickly darted it back to her face.

  She’d caught the look, and she stood, rubbing the palms of her hands on her pants. She took a step toward me, and her fingers brushed her hips then her waist until they rose to cup her breasts through her shirt. Her thumbs moved over the slight bumps of her nipples. “What did you think about when you saw my breasts?”

  She was going to kill me. I had to dig my claws into my knees, pricking through my pants, to stop myself from reaching for her. I owed her the truth though. I looked her square in the eye. “I thought about drawing your nipples into my mouth and sucking on them. I’d run the balls of my piercing along the peaks and nip them with my fangs until you begged me to stop.”

  “I’d beg you to stop?”

  “Fleck yeah,” I said. “You’d beg me to stop because where you really wanted my mouth was on your cunt.”

  She sucked in a breath and shuddered as her eyes fell closed. Her fingers squeezed her breasts, and she rubbed her thighs together. “Gar.”

  I licked my lips, remembering how she tasted on my tongue as I made her come. “My favorite was when you’d stand, and I’d get a glimpse of your cunt. Just a small one, but it was enough to get me through the rest of the rotation. I’d take a moment to dream about how you’d feel and taste. Now I know. I know the sounds you make when I rub that clit and how your greedy cunt sucks me in when I lick you inside. I know how you melt on my tongue and the way you shatter when I give you pleasure. I know it all, and I’m not sure what’s worse—getting a taste of what I’ll never have or dying with only the dream of you.”

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yes popped open, pupils dilated so they were nearly as dark as mine. “Which is better? The dream or reality?”

  “Reality,” I answered without hesitation. “The reality of you is beyond anything I could dream.”

  With shaking hands, she reached for the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head. I sucked in a breath as her full breasts came into view, plump and splashed with dots, her rosy nipples extended.

  “I’m not a dream,” she said. “I’m real.” Her head tilted, and her hair fell over one shoulder, curling around a breast. “Be brave, Gar. Make us real.”

  That was when I swallowed the fear, grabbed her around the waist, and gave myself something real for once in my flecking life.

  Nine

  Naomi

  His kiss was hungry. Starving. I’d thought last time we’d touched was intense, but it had nothing on the way he licked into my mouth and clasped my waist with an iron-clad grip. His tail curled around my thigh, the tip teasing between my legs and I moaned, slanting my head, clinging to his shoulders for fear my knees would buckle.

  He growled, a rumbling vibration that slid down my spine and pooled in my core like lava. I loved the way he touched me, how he craved me with every beat of his heart. I’d never felt this wanted in my life.

  “Please,” I murmured as he nipped at my lips, careful of his fangs.

  “Tell me.” He slid that wicked tongue down the side of my neck and sucked on a patch of skin at my shoulder.

  The heat of his mouth sent my brain into a tailspin, and my eyes rolled back. I couldn’t think right with his tail flicking between my legs, and when his hand cupped my breast and thumbed the stiff peak of my nipple, my muscles went to mush. “I don’t … I don’t know. I just … please.”

  With astonishing speed, he grasped me around the waist with his massive hands and rose to his feet. I squeaked in surprise as he sat me on the edge of the control panel and lowered his head to my chest. There, he closed his lips around a nipple and sucked. Hard. I cried out, arching my back as I speared my fingers into his hair, nails digging into his scalp. He prushed like a madman now, so in addition to the suction on my nipple and the occasional graze of his tongue piercings, my entire ribcage vibrated.

  With his free hand, he pinched and rolled my other nipple between his fingers, almost to the point of pain. I gasped, squirming on the control panel. Something beeped and a humming sounded from somewhere inside the vehicle, but that didn’t stop Gar. He pulled off my nipple, blowing on the wet flesh so goosebumps raced over my skin. His tongue curled around my other nipple and drew it into his mouth.

  I bucked into him, needing something to relieve the ache in my lower belly, but unable to get anywhere near his cock because of our height differences. I rubbed myself on his hard stomach like a wanton thing until he took pity on me and brought his tail back into the action, tapping me right on the clit over my clothes.

  “Gar!” I cried and he pulled back, his lips curled into a snarl as he tore my pants down my legs and tossed them somewhere behind him.

  I lay stretched before him on the control panel completely naked while he remained clothed. I started to demand he join the no-pants club when he went to his knees between my legs and shoved his face into my pussy.

  I screamed. An actual, honest to God scream. He didn’t play this time—he went right to my clit, sucking it into his mouth and lashing it with his piercings. I went out of my mind. I thrashed and whimpered and shouted gibberish as he drove me to the brink. I didn’t have to worry about being quiet now. When he plunged two fingers inside of me and curled them, I came like a rocket. My limbs spasmed, my mouth dropped open on a silent scream, and I shuddered as the orgasm roared through my body like a freight train.

  When I blinked my eyes open, Gar rose above me, mouth shiny with my juices, his eyes a vivid hurricane of purple. He didn’t speak, only stared into my eyes as he palmed my crotch, fingers running through the wetness there while I continued to twitch.

  His expression looked pained, and one glimpse at the bulge his pants let me know why. I refused to let this end here. Submerged in a lake, alone, with fish-like creatures who couldn’t tell a soul what we did, I clasped his head between my hands, lowered his face to me, and said in clear words. “Take me, Gar. Make me yours.”

  He descended on me with a growl, fucking into my mouth with that wicked tongue of his. For a moment, I thought this was his way of saying no, but then I felt a wide, blunt velvet heat at my entrance, and I sucked in a breath.

  I pulled back, blinking at him while he panted above me. I glanced down between our bodies to see him fisting his cock in a tight grip that looked painful. The head just barely kissed the entrance to my body, hovering there like he couldn’t decide to go forward or back.

  The thickness of his cock and the massive bar pierced under the head terrified me. I couldn’t deny that, but I was also so slick and turned on, that I couldn’t imagine not being filled with him. I ached with emptiness in a way I’d never felt. My body had a mind of its own as I pressed on the back of his naked thighs—when had he removed his pants?—to pull him closer.

  He sucked in a shuddering breath before exhaling roughly. “Little one,” he said in a soft, gentle voice I didn’t think he was capable of. “You have already given me more than I could have imagined.”

  “Then give me this,” I said, rolling my hips so that the tip of his cock just barely notched into my entrance. “Be the first inside me. I don’t want it to be anyone else.”

  His groan, full of longing and a bit of defeat, filled the private space just as he surged inside. The breath left my body as he stretched me impossibly wide. There was a slight burning, and I gripped his shoulders, shoving my face into his chest as he let out a long moan. He drew his hips back, and the piercing dragged on my sensitive walls. Then he snapped his hips forward, plunging his entire length inside of me. A sharp pain made me clamp my teeth onto his skin, and he grunted above me. For a moment, the pleasure vanished, replaced with a burning stab inside that made me what to want to shove Gar away and curl up into the fetal position.

  But then his hand combed through my hair, and his lips nuzzled my forehead. He licked away the tears that squeezed out of the corner of my eyes. “I’m sorry, little one,” he whispered. “I forgot … I forgot the first pains. I have heard of them.”

  He went to pull out, but something made me balk at that. I gripped as tight as I could with my legs around his waist, and he went still. “Naomi?”

  “Don’t leave me,” I whispered, surprising myself at how much I meant those words in more ways than one.

  A shudder ran through his body. “I will not,” he whispered back. He picked me off the control panel, holding me tight to his body. He sat back down on the chair in the cockpit, me straddling his legs, and held me there on his lap.

  He didn’t press me to allow him to move. He didn’t protest at all. He continued to comb through my hair as I adjusted to his size invading the tight walls of my body. He told me I was beautiful and brave and kind. Then his words turned dirty as he told me how good I tasted, how there was nothing better than when I gushed on his tongue.

  I relaxed my tense muscles and began to slowly roll my hips. His breath stuttered, but he didn’t try to direct me or force me up and down on his cock. Loosely gripping my hips, he let me experiment until I was able to rise on my knees, revealing the base of his cock, before lowering back down to take him fully inside of me.

  His muscles strained, the cords in his neck visible, and his jaw ticked constantly, but yet he didn’t make a move to take over or fuck into me with the power I knew he possessed in his body. The pain was now merely a dull ache, and the pleasure once again began to sing in my blood. His cock felt huge inside of me, and that piercing that terrified me with its metal scrape now felt like heaven as he brushed against all the nerve endings inside of me.

  My head fell back, the ends of my hair brushing my ass and his thighs. “This … oh this feels good.”

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p; His hands tightened on my hips, and I lowered my head to see his heated gaze watching himself enter my body again and again with every roll of my hips. His nostrils flared and his eyes flicked up to my face. “You are so beautiful riding my cock. So soft inside, so flecking hot and tight.”

  “Gar,” I murmured, grabbing his shoulders. My gaze caught on my teeth marks visible on his pectoral, right near his nipple. I brushed my fingers over it. “Oh no, did that hurt?”

  His pupils swirled, and his fangs peeked around from between his parted lips. “I hope you left a permanent mark. I’ll wear it with pride to signal the day I entered your cunt.”

  Gar

  She gasped at my words, and I felt her cunt gush on my cock. The sounds turned obscene as she continued to ride me, her juices coating my cock and dripping down my balls. I was torn between aching to release myself inside of her but also wanting to feel her once again gush on my tongue.

  I let her set the pace, but it was taking all my strength to remain still. I tortured her nipples a bit more and nibbled on the underside of her breast as she whimpered. Satisfied her body carried my marks, I pulled back to admire her pale skin covered in red patches from my lips and teeth.

  Her face was flushed, hair wild, and I hung on by a thin thread as she continued to bounce on my cock. Her rhythm faltered, and her thighs shook with the effort. “I don’t think… I can’t…” she slammed down on my cock, making both of us groan.

  “Tell me what you need, little one,” I spoke through clenched teeth.

  She bit her lip and then tongued the abused skin. “Take over, Gar.” Her eyes went stormy. “Fuck me.”

  She’d let me off my leash. I surged forward, cradling her back with my arms and my hands hooked over her shoulders as I slammed her onto the control panel. Pulling my hips back, I plunged inside of her. She screamed, the sound tailing off into a loud groan as I set a punishing pace, flecking into her with everything I had. Her cunt gushed all over me, and my balls slapped her bare skin. She could do nothing but take my cock repeatedly in that tight, hot cunt. She cried out with every thrust, urging me not to stop, to never stop, and I didn’t want to. I never wanted to.