“Later I’ll explain. Now we have to continue the lesson.”
The anxiety on his face makes me smile, and his steel-hard shaft pressed on my belly excites me. He swallows noisily.
“You do trust me, right?” I ask.
Not even the slightest hesitation. “Sure.”
I put my hand on his cheek. “I promise you’ll enjoy the thing I’m going to teach you a lot. I know it may seem disgusting, but it’s sweet and it’s a great way to feel the two of us connected.”
He nods, but with my chatting I only get him more confused. I sigh. “Our first problem is lubrication. Let me think. We could use saliva.”
He simply looks at me, confident in me.
“I could lick your dick,” I explain, “and then—”
“Sorry, but….” He blinks, still looking a little upset. “But if you do this, you won’t have the opportunity to teach me much more.”
True. I can’t help but chuckle under my breath. I gave him a blow job and he fainted. It could happen again.
“So, you could lick it, but….”
His eyes widen. “Licking at your….”
I choke back another giggle. “Yes.”
He stares at me a bit suspiciously. Maybe he still thinks I’m kidding him.
“Never mind,” I say, shrugging. “A lot of people don’t like licking at that place.”
“But do you like it?”
Again he’s treating me as if I’m the most important person in the universe. It’s nice, to be so important to someone.
I put my arms around his neck and narrow my eyes to study his reaction. “Yes, I like it,” I admit. I can’t lie, right? “I like it a lot. To tell you the truth, I always dreamed of someone licking passionately at my ass, but no one has ever done this to me.”
At least not while I was conscious enough to realize it, but I keep this to myself.
He blushes, his eyes sparkling. I know I could ask anything of him. Even to walk naked outside in the void, saying it’s the last fashion involving sexual intercourse on Earth. “Okay. No problem. I’ll do it.”
I feel a little guilty, and my face is hot as he goes down and covers my belly with little kisses, until my cock hardens for him. He doesn’t deserve to be my sex toy. He deserves respect.
He puts my leg up on his shoulder and rubs his face on the inside of my thigh, then on my balls, making me squirm. I guess I’m terribly hairy down there. My face is catching fire. “Phae, I was kidding you. You don’t need to do this if it doesn’t….”
His warm, rough tongue attempts a little caress upon my hole and my body writhes against my will. I gasp and bite my lip.
“Prince?” he calls, his warm breath on my humid opening.
“Yes?” I say hoarsely.
His tone is marveling. “I think I like it a lot.”
Slowly, I grin at the ceiling. “In that case, everything is all right….”
I CAN’T believe Prince has granted me, his humble servant, access to his most secret place.
I kiss his dimpled opening in awe, then explore it with my tongue. I didn’t believe this part of the human body could be so attractive. And Prince’s reaction is stunning. He squirms, trembles, and moans at every caress of my tongue.
I can’t believe I’m so lucky.
I accept this gift with gratitude and enthusiasm. Prince’s response sets me on fire. He shivers, opens his legs, moves his hips, and asks me to do it again, again, again, even though I never stop. His eyes are shut, his lips parted, his face covered in sweat, his cock hard and wet. I never imagined anything so mind-blowingly exciting.
I’m confident Prince will provide more instruction when the time comes. Indeed, he rises on his elbow and looks at me with hooded eyes, hair glued to his flushed cheeks. “You have to shove a finger inside, Phae.”
It’s almost an order. I touch his hole with the tip of my finger, but it’s tight. “Are you sure this isn’t going to hurt you?”
“Do it!”
I try. But the fear of hurting him makes me awkward. Almost with impatience, Prince reaches out and slips two of his fingers in his entrance. The vision of his own digits disappearing inside his body sends a pang down my belly, and my cock starts to ache. “Do it,” Prince repeats, falling back on the cot. Then, in a caressing tone, “I want to feel your fingers inside, Phae.”
Almost blind, incoherent, I do what he wants. I slip a finger inside his opening, and I’m stunned by the way the warm and soft ring wraps strongly around it.
The desire to possess this secret aperture overwhelms me. I pull back my digit and lick it again. Now his muscles are a little open and my tongue can slip inside. I never, ever thought I could enjoy such a thing.
“Please, Phae,” Prince moans.
I don’t know exactly what I have to do. That is, I know, but it seems incredible. My finger is way smaller than my cock. I try with two digits. His body accepts them greedily to my knuckles.
“Phae, it’s okay, now you can do it.”
My fingers still inside, I crawl up and cover his body with mine, resting on one elbow, until I can look him in his eyes. “I don’t know how to….”
Prince gets rid of my fingers, pulling them out of his hole with one hand, grabs my cock with his other hand, and puts the tip against his entrance. I hold my breath, and I have to bite my lips to avoid a scream as Prince rubs my wet crown against his opening to improve lubrication.
“Oh, Phae.” Prince wraps his thighs around my hips, and his arms slip around my shoulders. His fingertips, smeared with fluids and saliva, caress the back of my neck as we look each other in the eyes. My heart races like crazy.
“Do it, Phae. Push.”
Now I understand what he meant when he said this act could bond us. Not even in my wildest dreams did I imagine we could be so totally, thoroughly close. Almost like one. I feel like I’ve lived only for this moment. This single instant is worth my whole life.
I push.
Incredible. My body knows what to do.
Prince opens for me, making me gasp in wonder. My cock slips inside my Prince’s channel; his tight, warm, soft opening wraps my cock like… shit, I have no words to describe this kind of intimacy. At the same time, Prince glues his mouth to mine, and his tongue slips inside me like my length is inching inside him. I see the meaning of our lives. I drift in Outside, among all the constellations and the wonders of space-time. I can’t help it. Shivers start to hit my spine, and I begin to burst in pleasure even before I’m all the way inside.
“Yes, come inside me,” Prince moans against my lips. “Fill me.”
I do it. I lose control of myself and fill him. Maybe I scream. I can’t imagine anything more intimate; my release flows inside, deep in his body. I become him and he becomes me. I see what he suffered on Earth. The loneliness. The wrong ways he walked, the choices he missed. Only to be loved by someone. That someone is me, and I will protect him and treasure him forever.
I fall over him, spent. “I love you, my Prince.”
He jolts and opens his eyes wide in wonder. “This is what I wanted to ask you! I wanted you to say it, because no one said it to me, ever.”
I smile. My eyes closed, I whisper in his ear, “I love you. You’ll never be alone anymore. You couldn’t. My love will be with you all your life, Prince. I give it all to you.”
He remains silent. When I open my eyes, he’s crying.
NOT ONLY does he say exactly what I wanted to hear, but he really believes it. He really loves me. And he doesn’t ask anything back. He doesn’t ask me to reciprocate.
I wish we could remain this way forever, him inside me, spent, lying on me and holding me tight, saying I’m his Prince, his loved one. No one has ever done this. No one cared about me, loved me, or treasured me. His affection is going to change my whole life.
The alien ship rolls above us again, obscuring the stars. For all the time of its orbit, I squeeze my eyes closed.
“Please, Phae, kiss me.”
“I’m sorry,” he says in the end. “I know I didn’t make this anal sex properly. And I made you sad again.”
“No, Phae,” I say, stroking his chin. “I cry because I enjoyed it so much.”
He shakes his head. “I wasn’t even able to make you reach the end.” A pause, then he adds, “I didn’t think you could release your pleasure. It has been a surprise.”
I grin. Maybe he thought I was a kind of statue inside that crappy sarcophagus. I’m not.
“We can fix this problem,” I say in his ear. “I can come. And I want to come, actually.” I caress his spine and then his buttocks lazily. At once, his cock perks up with interest inside my hole. He’s so young, so frustrated, and so devoted that he could fuck me forever. I grab his head and force him to kiss me, slipping my tongue inside his mouth hungrily. I need to come. I clench my muscles around his cock until I feel it harden. He looks at me, amazed.
“I want to shift on top, but without you slipping out,” I say. “Can you help me?”
He grabs my hips and rolls both of us on the narrow cot until I’m on top of him. I prop on my knees, adjusting my body around his cock. He holds his breath at our new position.
Now his cock is fully hard and presses against my inner walls. “I’m going to ride you. Meaning, I have to move and you have to stay put. But I want you to stroke my back and my ass as I do it.”
He rushes to please me, caressing my back all along my spine. I adjust my hips a little. His cock seems big enough to fill me completely, making me slightly incoherent. I pause, my eyes closed, savoring the moment of anticipation.
He strokes his palms on my asscheeks, squeezing them gently, then moves slightly inside me.
“Don’t you dare move,” I say, pretending to be pissed.
“Sorry.” In the effort to remain still, some sweat droplets grow on his upper lip.
I need something to prolong this sweet torture a little. To make it delightfully unbearable. “Suck my nipples, Phae,” I order.
He accomplishes it. He strokes my right nipple with his thumb and rises on his elbow to nibble it. Even before he can shift to the other nipple, I give up trying to stay still and begin to ride him. He falls on the cot, his eyes shut. “Oh, Corp. Oh, Prince.”
My rhythm grows frantic. “Don’t you dare come!”
He squirms in the effort to resist. I prop my hands on his chest and use him for my pleasure. I move my body around him. I rotate my hips to rub his fat cock all the way inside me. In my mind, his shaft is huge and exists only for me, to give me pleasure. I have never had a big cock all for me. They always did what they wanted with me.
He moans and squeezes my asscheeks, and I feel my orgasm grow inside, a warm ball at the end of my spine, ready to blow. “Come for me, Phae,” I say. “Now. Fill me.”
As always, he obeys.
He explodes inside me, groaning, triggering my orgasm. It’s blinding. I raise my head to the ceiling, and I let the storm shake me to the core. This bond, formed between our bodies, I don’t want it to end. I don’t want to die here, on this wreck. I want a future. I want to be happy, and I want to have him by my side. I don’t care if he’s a clone. I never wanted anything so much. It will be my mission from now on.
We look at each other, panting.
“Phae, you too are special to me,” I say, out of breath. “I think I—”
He puts a hand over my mouth. His eyes are big and scared. “I heard a noise,” he whispers.
Chapter 6
METALLIC, THREATENING paces resonate in the deserted hall.
I saw the aliens’ spider legs inside the bright wall of the sarcophagus cocoon, and I can easily associate that noise with them. Without a doubt, it’s the sound of alien steps.
Prince turns pale. The paces, amplified under the abandoned and silent vault of the Main Bridge, scare the soul out of me too.
We listen, breathless.
The strides are confused and hesitant, with long pauses. It seems the aliens haven’t a precise destination, so maybe they haven’t identified our location. I deceive myself for a moment, but then the steps begin undeniably to approach.
The aliens are climbing.
I have to take Prince away from here. We have to hide. Soon.
Prince is still straddling me. I raise him, slipping myself out of his body with a last shiver, and put him aside. I get to my feet, find my uniform pants, and put them on. My chest is covered with Prince’s cum. It starts to drip on my belly.
Prince looks at me in silence, sitting on the cot, his knees together. He doesn’t have any clothes. I grab the crumpled top of my uniform from the floor and give it to him. Prince puts it on, slipping it over his head, then stands up. The top barely covers his groin.
I wipe my chest with my hand, then rub it upon the foam on the cot. I can’t do better until we reach a working sanitizer. I search for my shoes. I realize I don’t have shoes for Prince. I don’t like it. Ship’s floor is covered with dirt and debris that could hurt him and keep him from running fast.
“Phae,” Prince whispers. He’s trembling. I put my arms around him, dragging him to my chest. “We have to reach a terminal,” he says softly in my ear. “I have to communicate with the ship’s AI.”
I blink.
Prince glances at me, his eyes huge in the dim light. “There’s still an Artificial Intelligence on this ship, right?”
“Well….”
Prince puts his hands on his temples. “Oh. My. There isn’t an AI. Right?”
I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what this AI is. This must be evident from my face, because his breathing becomes fast and scared. More than it already was. “It cannot be. It cannot be! We are sailing with what, exactly? Only the automatic systems?”
“Sorry.” I can’t find anything better to say.
He drops his hands on my chest. His palms are cold. “Not your fault, Phae. My father has spared no expense for my trip, it seems.” His voice becomes bitter, sarcastic, a tone I can’t understand, and that scares me a little. “Who knows where the fuck he found this wreck. It looks like a colonization ship. He must have won it in some bankruptcy auction.”
I don’t even try to understand his words. “Anyway, in the sarcophagus cocoon, there is a strange wall that becomes light. It talked to me with a registered voice of Corp.”
Prince nods, thoughtful, biting the inside of his cheek in a way that I find fascinating, strange and seductive. “It must be the sarcophagus operating system. It’s the only thing we have, apparently.”
“Corp asked me if I wanted to contact Earth,” I add, “so there must be a way to ask for help, though when I tried I failed.”
Prince touches my cheek. “We have to try again, Phae.”
“Okay. We have to go back and verify the sarcophagus is still in place. You’ll know how to operate the system. You aren’t only a stupid clone.”
Prince glances at me with a strange look, melancholy, or apology perhaps, but not really. Once again, the many nuances of his emotions amaze me.
“Come on.” I grab his hand. Together we leave the cubicle and exit the officers’ quarters.
We walk toward the main staircase. The floor is terribly dirty and Prince’s feet sink into a slime of filth, but he goes ahead without complaining. I could give him my shoes, but they will be huge for him and this would prevent me from protecting him if we have to run. I grit my teeth.
We reach the arch of the main access to the officers’ quarters. I push Prince behind a column and peer down to the atrium.
I see nothing. I’m beginning to believe they’re gone when the gloomy echoes of alien steps spread again in the silence. Here it is. One of them is climbing the main walkway under the starry vault of Outside, straight toward us. Prince leans over to look, holds his breath, and stiffens at my side.
The noise of the many legs has deceived me, but the alien is alone. This confirms th
e theory that they are just browsing around without a specific goal. The creature is maybe twice my height, whitish, the eight spider legs absurdly articulated, ending with weird three-toed feet. The absence of a head or eyes is inexplicable and disturbing. Its round belly is translucent, filled with a pale blue liquid in which its internal organs float. A blue laser, originating from somewhere deep inside its core, explores the surroundings lazily.
We can’t escape from here. I retreat into the darkness, dragging Prince with me. We have to reach one of the exits on the other side. Silently, we run away in the opposite direction.
After a little, Prince tugs my hand. “Phae!”
I turn to him, slowing down. He’s very pale.
“It’s a kind of biomechanical exoskeleton, I think,” Prince says. “The real alien is inside the liquid.”
I frown. I trust him completely about this. I’m just a stupid clone and can’t understand things like this. I guess this just means the creature is much stronger than me and out of my reach, as I already suspected. “Listen to me,” I say. “We need to get down some levels and reach a hallway where we’ll find one of the service elevators still in operation. The elevator can shoot us back to the sarcophagus cocoon. Problem is, the elevator is in the direction from which the alien is coming. We have to climb down and cross the Main Bridge under it. But the Main Bridge, it’s an open space. No places to hide. So, we have to sneak in one of the lower walkways while the alien walks on top of our heads.”
Prince nods. “Okay. It makes sense. We are a lot more silent than it. We can do it.”
I walk beside him on a secondary staircase and we go down for some levels. From behind a pillar, I peek out into the open. The alien proceeds right over our heads upon the main walkway. It’s close, and I can distinguish a gloomy drone accompanying its confused steps. Probably Prince is right. That’s a robot built around the real alien. Not that I care. I just want to take Prince away from here.
We need to go down more. I point to a spiral staircase. It’s extraordinarily far, on the other side of a little suspension bridge extending in the open. But it’s under the main walkway, and if we proceed in silence, the alien won’t spot us.
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