He tilts his head to the side quizzically. I point at his now erect second cock. He shakes his head not understanding. He's an alien, what did I expect? Well obviously not two cocks but damn looking at that hard, erect member saluting the sky desire roars into a fresh bonfire of flames that threaten to consume me. He moves and rises, rolling so that he's over me now.
Leaning in he kisses me gently while lowering his hips. As we kiss he slides his cock in. Pleasure sweeps through my body as each ridge of his cock passes through forcing me wider and my body grips him tightly. He slides in until the base ridge is pressing hard on my tightly wound clit. He rotates his hips and a moan escapes me.
Once he's fully in he retreats, slowly, making sure his cock touches every nerve of my tight pussy as he pulls back. He leaves the head and first ridge inside on his retreat then thrusts straight back in. He cries out my name again as he penetrates. I claw at his back, holding on to the base of his wings. It's amazing. I'm blown away and I know it won't be long before his carries me to yet another orgasm.
We move in time with each other. Each thrust in I rise to meet and each retreat I pull back as well. We drive together like the crashing of the waves against a beach. It hits suddenly. I'm swept away as he thrusts in and then he holds throwing his head back.
"Jj-oo-lleee!" he cries out to the sky.
He holds his massive, ridged cock deep inside, the protrusion on his pelvis holds a constant pressure against my clit. My back arches, my toes curl, the hair on my head tingles as every nerve of my body alights under the electrical storm that is raging through me.
He lowers himself down and kisses me. Soft, gentle kisses, his hard cock still inside. Our tongues dance together in a light minuet until the last of the orgasmic storm passes. Only then does he pull back. We cuddle up next to each other and in moments I'm asleep.
12 SVERRE
Jolie stirs in her sleep. She's beautiful and she's mine. She chose me as I hoped she would. I waited and she chose, now we will be as one. Pride and joy fill me as I watch her sleep in the makeshift shelter I built for her. As soon as she fell asleep the night before I slid out to stand guard. The sun is on the horizon now. The first hints of red rays break across the distant sand dunes and rocks.
We're not far from the city. I hope that I can come to terms with the other Zmaj there. She needs epis and I can't get it alone. I'll need his help to gather enough to save her. How far gone to bijass is he? There is no choice but to confront him and find out. Instinct screams at me that this is bad idea but if I don't there's no way I can give her any quality of life. Her body has to adjust to the planet if her life is to be anything more than a constant struggle against dehydration.
She stirs, stretches, then her eyes snap open. She looks out and smiles which I return. When she climbs out I offer her some food. She stands and stretches and my eyes trace the lines of her beautiful body. She's amazing, sensual, and beautiful. My cock stirs but there is no time for that. At least not now, once she's safe, there will be plenty of time. She pulls the last of her clothes back on and then talks rapidly. I lose myself in the music of her voice. She walks over and puts a hand on my chest and it's like fire touching me. All my senses go to that point of contact, memorizing each sensation.
She smiles and my heart lifts. Placing my hand over hers I lean in and kiss her. She is everything I've ever dreamed of. Placing a hand on her stomach I flatten it out against her.
"Baby," I say.
Her brow furrows. She shakes her head and says something. I repeat the word and she starts mimicking my word until at last she gets it and I nod. I move my hand out from her stomach miming her belly growing with a child we create. I want a family with her. Nothing could make my life more complete. Raising our child together is more than I could have ever hoped for before. She brings that light into my world.
As I mime and repeat the word her eyes widen and she says something. I listen carefully as she repeats the word then I mimic it back to her. Her mouth tightens into a hard line and she shakes her head then looks into the distance. She's thinking so I give her the time she needs. Long moments drag by before she returns her gaze to me.
"Baby?" she asks, miming her own stomach growing.
I smile and nod. She nods in return. I don't think it's a settled thing but the idea has been presented. We have time, if I get the epis for her. Which means getting to the city, dealing with the other, and somehow coming to terms. Surely he needs my help too. Watching him help the humans I'm certain he claimed at least one of them and the others are living in his territory without triggering his anger. He has to be feeling responsible for them. It's my biggest hope for two of us pushing past the bijass. If he's not too far gone.
Jolie speaks rapidly then points around. I point in the direction of the city. We're far off the path I had planned to take, skirting the edge of the territory I call my own. I don't come out this far very often but I'm familiar enough with it to get us where we need to go. The biggest concern will be others. When her ship crashed there was such a bright light in the sky I know others will be traveling to investigate as well. I don't want to run into them on our journey. I have one to face at the end of my path and don't want to risk being weakened on the way. Thinking of that, my injured wing throbs reminding me that I'm already weak. Reaching over my shoulder I massage the muscles trying to push blood into them and ease the discomfort.
Jolie watches then speaks. She places her hand on mine then walks behind me inspecting the area. She says something that sound sharp and harsh. Coming back in front she speaks rapidly while moving her hands around in the air. She seems upset or maybe angry but she's moving and talking so fast I can't follow what she's trying to communicate. She grabs the bag next to us and digs through it until she finds my jar of salve, unscrewing it as she walks behind me and the next thing I know she's slathering my wing and the muscles on my back with it.
The salve goes on cool then warms. My muscles unknot and the tension eases. When she walks back to the front replacing the jar on the lid she looks up at me and there is nothing but concern in her eyes. She places one hand back on my chest and asks a single syllable word that ends as a question. I listen closely as she repeats it then mimic it back to her.
"Ok?" she asks and I repeat it.
She points at my wing then repeats the word. Smiling I nod and cup her cheek in my hand. I give her a quick kiss then point, indicating we need to move. We have a long ways to go and I want to get started. She puts the jar away then we're off. Our journey is uneventful if slow. I don't want to risk further damage to my wing until its had time to heal so I don't use them. This makes it easier to keep pace with Jolie's much slower speed anyway. We trudge along through the sand, climbing dunes, and circumventing the rock formations. The closer we get the fewer formations of rock there are. The city sits on a vast plains. It was once one of the largest on the planet, called Drakonov in its prime, before the devastation.
The sun passes overhead. I make sure that Jolie drinks lots of water and chews on the dried guster meat. She slows as the day goes on and her skin turns brighter and brighter shades of red. My concern for her grows then an idea occurs to me. I spread my wings, not to use them for running, but to create shade. I move her so she's walking under the shadow of my uninjured wing. She smiles and perks up, the shade giving her at least some relief from the interminable heat.
As we climb the latest dune, this one the biggest yet, I hear something ahead of us. It's not an animal sound, there's something different about it. I listen as we walk then I realize it's the sound of metal on metal. Not a sound you hear out in the wilds of the planet. I stop walking and Jolie stumbles two steps ahead. I mime for her to crouch down. Through a series of complicated gestures that I repeat until I believe she understands I indicate for her to stay. She tries to argue but I hold up my hand and shake my head emphatically.
I go forward a few more feet until I'm close to the ridge then lay down on the sand and shift myself back and forth u
ntil I'm camouflaged. Once done I make my way to the ridge to see the source of the sound. A cold chill makes my heart skip a beat. Zzlo.
The moment I see them I know them. Monsters from before the devastation. An entire race of slavers. The fear of them is inbred into all Zmaj. They're the tales used to scare little children into being good. They have orange, leathery skin, and the tops of their heads are bald ringed by black tentacles that hang down past their shoulders. Each tentacle is decorated with gold or silver bands which designates their rank within their own twisted society. They wear black leathers that dim memory tells me are designed for survival in outer space.
There are six of them standing in a small group outside a ship. An entire, intact space ship. They're looking at machines in their hands and talking to each other. Spiked clubs hang on their hips, guns on the opposite, and swords are strapped to their backs. One of them is pointing off in the direction of my home but another pushes him against the chest and points towards the city. They're hunting. Damn it they're here and they're hunting.
There are too many of them for me to do anything about. They're better armed and outnumber me. I make my way back down the dune not taking my eyes off of them until the ridge blocks my view. Once I'm sure I'm out of their sight I stand up from my camouflage then run to Jolie. She looks at me wide-eyed as I take her arm and pull her back down the dune. She starts to talk but I cover her mouth with my hand shaking my head. She picks up on the seriousness because she goes silent and does exactly what I want.
Once we're at the base of the dune I get my bearings then plot a new course that will take us out and around them. I can't risk running into them. I won't let them have her. I know the things they do to a girl like her.
Jolie moves close, inside my arms and leans her head against my chest while wrapping her arms around me. Putting my arms around her and holding her tight I know I will do whatever is needed to protect her. Nothing in this world will threaten her. She is mine and I will defend her against all comers including the monstrous Zzlo.
13 JOLIE
Something scared Sverre but I have no idea what. He's being protective which is nice but worrisome at the same time. I want to know what could be so dangerous, so bad, that it could scare a Zmaj but on the other hand maybe I don't want to know. We move on but now there's a new urgency to his steps. Where before he was content to travel at my normal, slow pace he's impatient now with an intensity that's edged by fear. His eyes are never still, he looks around scanning the horizon without stopping. At any glint of the sun in the distance, any sound, his wings flutter and his hand drifts to his weapon.
He's nervous and it's making me nervous too. The hairs on the back of my neck keep standing on end and I'm doing my best to push past the exhaustion and pains of my body to make faster time. We walk in silence too. Anytime I speak he places a finger against my lips and shakes his head then looks around like he's making sure nothing is going to jump out of the sand and attack us.
We walk around a massive dune instead of over it but when we clear it I see Ladon's city in the distance. Skyscrapers jut into the red sky like broken teeth. The tops of most of them are sharp, broken angles. The sun glints off the remaining windows making the broken remains sparkle brightly in the distance.
No shields yet, damn it. I had a glimmer of hope that it might be running by the time I got back. I wonder if they've missed me? What am I thinking of course they have! Oh, I wonder how big Calista is? How long have I been gone? Out in the wilderness with Sverre days flowed by and I don't really know how long I've been gone. Have they written me off for dead? Did they have a funeral for me? Oh! I can say some cool line like if Calista says 'I thought you were dead' I'll reply with 'I was but I'm better now'. Yeah, that's a totally cool line! I know I saw that in more than one sci-fi show. We'll both get a laugh out of that one.
Everything's been so busy since Sverre took me away I haven't really had time to realize how much I miss her. Calista is my best friend and I can't wait to see her. Plus we now have something else in common! She has Ladon and I have Sverre. Which leads me to wonder what do interspecies relationships do for double dating on a barren planet?
We pass out of the sand into the city outskirts but it's still a long ways to get to the city center where Calista is probably going to be. Tall buildings with reflective glass line the streets. At one time it was probably beautiful but decay and neglect have taken a strong hold on the structures. Sverre seems to know his way around.
"Did you used to live here?" I ask just to break the oppressive silence.
Sverre stops walking and looks around before he looks at me. There's a sadness in his eyes and a heavy weight in his manner. We may not have a shared language but we still manage to communicate with each other. He smiles and says something, shakes his head, then resumes walking.
It isn't long before we run into one of the work crews that are going from building to building looking for usable supplies. The humans are a quarter of a block ahead of us. One of them notices us and shouts something I can't make out. I wave as they stop in a huddle.
"Hey guys," I say once we're close enough I don't have to yell.
"What the hell are you doing with that?" an older, gray haired man says pointing at Sverre.
"He's my friend, like Ladon," I reply.
There are four people in the work group. The one who spoke is the oldest, the other three are also men but younger. They stare at Sverre with their arms crossed. As we walk closer they move into a tighter group and pull back a few steps.
"Just what we need, more aliens," gray hair says.
"Where's Rosalind?" I ask.
"Probably lording it over the city center like she usually is," one of the younger men mutters.
"Okay, well we should go," I say, pulling on Sverre's arm and walking past.
Sverre watches the men, turning his head to keep them in sight. Even once we're away I can tell he's tense. His eyes are never still, he keeps me close to his side, and his wings rustle while his tail shifts side to side in quick swipes. Maybe it's him or it's the way those men acted. Something is off though. Nerves are making me feel jumpy and every time the wind rattles I jump a little.
When we get close to the city center Sverre slows. His agitation is now a palpable thing making the hair on my arms stand up. His hands clench repeatedly. A few people are out in the square doing something. Once we're close enough for me to spot Gershom my heart sinks a little. Gershom was my boss back on the ship, head of the lab Calista and I worked in. He's also a super creep though he had more of a thing for Calista than me. Since we crashed he's been an annoying pain in the ass. He's got a few of the survivors gathered around him being a general nuisance.
The group looks over as we enter the city proper. It's a large, open square at the center of which is a pyramid-ish structure. In front of the pyramid building is a block made of stone or concrete that rises a foot from the ground that we've decided was a fountain once. In the middle of the fountain is a statue of Zmaj like Sverre or Ladon. The statue is at twice as large with its wings spread and holding a weapon similar to Sverre's at his side while the other is raised towards the sky and holds long strands of something that looks like seaweed but I know now is epis.
It's all impressive to look at and takes my attention every time I see it. Which is probably why I miss the start of what happens next. I'm looking at the fountain then trying to figure out what Gershom and the four men with him are doing when something blurs, an impact sounds, and Sverre is no longer beside me. Something roars, hisses, and I'm lost in a confusion of fast motion coming quicker than I can process.
People are shouting. I whirl around trying to make sense of the blurring colors and the whirling blades. Something hits me and I'm knocked back onto my ass where I sit stunned. Ladon is attacking Sverre. I can't believe my eyes but the two of them are engaged in what is obviously mortal combat. They both have their pole-arm sword weapons out and are spinning them rapidly around over their heads, b
eside themselves and with each spin there is a thrust or a parry as they try to kill each other. They're roaring at each other in their own tongue.
"NO!" I scream. "LADON NO!"
Tears stream down my face as my throat is ripped raw with my scream. This can't be, this isn't the plan! We're going to double date, go see the colored dunes or something. This is all wrong! Neither of them pauses in their attacks, pressing against each other but its only moments before I know that Sverre is giving ground to Ladon. My aching body has new bruises from my fall but I can't let this happen. I climb to my feet but I'm too slow.
Ladon swings his weapon in a circle over his head then swings it in an arc aimed at Sverre's head. Sverre dodges, leaning to one side to avoid the blow that would have removed his head. The blade of the weapon grazes his arm and in a bad break catches between the scales drawing first blood. He cries out in pain and my heart breaks.
"Sverre!" I scream, standing at last.
Sverre looks at me but Ladon doesn't hesitate in his assault. He presses his advantage driving Sverre further back. Sverre drops onto one knee underneath Ladon's swing then comes up inside Ladon's reach. Sverre coughs then a ball of fire erupts from his mouth engulfing Ladon's face.
Ladon stumbles backwards screaming and swinging his weapon wildly. Sverre remains in a low crouch creeping towards Ladon. I have to stop this. Ladon shakes his head side to side then stops. When he looks at Sverre the rage is plain in his eyes. He throws down his weapon, spreads his wings and leaps up. He moves faster than Sverre can react coming down with a raised fist that strikes Sverre across the face and sending him to the ground.
The sound of the impact is so hard it makes me hurt. Sverre lands on the ground with blood trickling from his mouth. Ladon is on top of him beating him in a blind rage. Rushing forward I grab Ladon's shoulder and try to pull him back but he shrugs free and continues the beating.
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