Alien Interludes

by Tracy St. John

  Wel, they were both in the mood to walow in gloominess then. Krijero wrapped his arms around Dani’s shoulders and bent his face into the stil thick portion of her hair.

  I have no reason to feel so melancholy. My Matara is alive and recovering well. I have the best Dramok and Nobek I could wish for. We are all healthy. My life is good.

  So why were tears filing his eyes again? “Damn him,” Krijero muttered.

  Dani’s arms tightened around him. “It’s easier to hold a grudge, isn’t it? Better to be angry than sad.” He had to smile at that. His Matara knew his pain better than anyone, having dealt with rejection from her own family. He’d watched her storms rage and tears fal as she waded through mourning a mother and father who had let their selfish concerns eclipse appreciating the daughter they’d been gifted with. Now it was his turn to walk through the revolving door of loss and anger.

  “They both suck,” he replied, using her vernacular to make her laugh.

  “How would you like to take a break from your worries?” she invited, rubbing her delectable body against his. He was hard in an instant.

  He gave her a growl that made her face light up in a naughty grin. Picking Dani up, Krijero carried her into her sitting room, where a large couch awaited them.

  While Dani’s tastes could be extravagant and her clan al too often wiling to spoil her, she’d created a space that was cozy with invitation. Big comfortable chairs to accommodate her men were arranged across from the plush lounging couch, creating a conversation circle. There was a much larger sitting room located in the clan’s shared public space, but for some reason they always seemed to congregate here instead, where deep purples, blues, and greens made the room both rich and restful.

  As Krijero laid her down, Dani switched off her computer that waited on the couch, moving the flat disc to the handcarved wooden table nearby. Before it blinked off, Krijero saw the article she’d been reading about Earther Mataras who’d been victims of violent crime. One good thing about Hetra’s attack on her was that it had finaly given the ambivalent Dani a direction to focus her energies. She’d begun giving lectures to law enforcement on the subject, her battered yet beautiful visage riveting even the most jaded officers. Her harrowing story galvanized her audiences to enact policies that made victim care a priority with not just medics, but the police officers themselves. Not only that, but the prison system had undergone changes. Now if an inmate escaped, putting protections on those most likely to be victims of revenge took precedence.

  Wynhod should have been informed of Hetra’s escape as a matter of professional courtesy. That Dani, the fertile Matara of a law enforcement officer, had suffered for the oversight had become fodder for raging debate. She had taken an uncharacteristicaly philosophical view of the whole affair.

  “I lived. Someone else might not have. So if getting my ass kicked al over Joshada saves a life or two, it wil be worth it,” she’d told her clan.

  As much as Krijero hated to find good out of his beloved being nearly kiled, he had to admit the experience had given Dani the maturity she so desperately needed. Sites al over the Kalquorian Empire were inviting her to speak to their law enforcement entities, to give hardened cops a view into what it was like to be vulnerable. Dani’s speeches were poignant enough to make even Nobeks blink overbright eyes. Krijero’s Matara was coming into her own at last, and her clan glowed with pride at Dani’s accomplishments.

  Best of al, she was finding a sense of self worth that had been lacking for too long. Krijero’s heart sweled with joy as he crouched over her on the wide cushions that supported their shared weight.

  “What’s that look for?” Dani asked, stroking his face. “Not that I’m complaining to see a smile on your face.”

  “Just thinking I’m the luckiest Imdiko alive to have you.”

  She didn’t laugh at his awkward sappiness. She never did. Instead, Dani’s face went soft, teling Krijero she how much she appreciated the unrestrained adoration. “You are too good for me, Krijero.” He lowered his face to kiss her.

  * * * *

  Dani would have faced down a dozen Hetras to see her Imdiko looking happy again. Pertak’s death had hit him hard, as they al had suspected it would. It would continue to bring her gentle clanmate sorrow, but for now she could mitigate that. She went to work with a wil.

  When his lips met hers, Dani’s tongue crept out to taste the softness of his lips. Those lips parted so his tongue could meet hers, tasting hesitantly at first then sweeping into her mouth to plunder with an almost desperate need.

  Usualy Dani liked to test her mates’ dominance. The three men insisted on being in absolute control when it came to intimacy. She didn’t lie to herself that she loved making them force her to their sexual whims. Their bedroom battles delighted her to no end. She adored feeling their strength as they held her down and swatted her backside like she was a naughty child, forcing her to behave. Headier stil was when they withheld climax until she was nearly out of her mind with need, making her beg piteously for release.

  When it came to being an alpha male, Krijero was every bit as demanding of her sexual acquiescence as their Nobek. Being placed in hover cuffs and suspended in the air for a spanking from Krijero when she was bratty was a heady mixture of dread and delight for Dani.

  But as he kissed her with aching demand, his cocks straining against his pants in eagerness to break through to her, she went pliant to him. She made soft helpless sounds in her throat, and her hands on his shoulders were tentative and weak. Krijero growled to feel her surrender.

  His hands were on her breasts, rubbing them roughly over her dress bodice. She writhed a little beneath him, her nipples hardening at the commanding touch. His; she was al his, unable to deny him anything he might wish of her. Her arms drifted up lazily into the air to land on the plush cushion over her head, her wrists crossed as if bound.

  Krijero’s fists clutched her colar, puling at the seam down the front of her bodice which opened with only the barest of resistance, baring her to her waist. He eyed Dani’s naked torso like a starved wolf.

  His mouth opened, and the fangs folded to the roof of his mouth descended. Dani’s breath caught, knowing what would come next.

  He struck like a rattlesnake, his head a blur as it descended to her breast. The fangs slid into the upper part of the tiny mound, impaling her soft flesh with twin darts of pain. Dani cried out but did not move. The jabs numbed in an instant, and she lay completely submissive as the holow fangs fed intoxicant into her system.

  While Krijero sent the sweet euphoric substance into her body, his long-fingered hand massaged the other breast. He tweaked the sensitive nipple, forcing a groan from her. His mouth and hand were hot, almost scalding. His touch seared deep.

  Now the glow of rapture spread throughout her body, making Dani helpless with drunken compliance. Her body grew heavy, a leaden weight affixed to the couch. She truly was without power now, unable to stop Krijero from doing as he pleased with her. With a contented sigh, she dove into the delightful surrender, free of al responsibility. Her only task would be to folow her lover’s commands. She didn’t have to think, she didn’t have to worry. Everything was in the Imdiko’s capable hands now.

  Those very hands were moving down her slender waist as his mouth traveled the slight line that indented the middle of her abdomen. He kissed a fiery trail to her bely button, where he paused to lick the delicate cup. Dani giggled at the tickle, her hands diving into Krijero’s rumpled hair to pul him off her. His eyes flashed a warning at her, punctuated with a growl.

  “Oh,” she whimpered, her lower parts seizing at the dark gaze. Her hands fel away to lie like beached starfish at her side. She trembled as he again licked the edge of her navel, but she offered no resistance this time.

  Krijero wadded his fists around the pushed-down rol of her dress and puled it over her generous hips, slowly exposing the slight hil of her lower bely. He tore the fabric away, displaying her hairless mound. Dani had purpos
ely taken her panties off before approaching him on the balcony, planning to divert him from the depression that had taken him in its grip. He seemed wel diverted now, his widening gaze taking in her naked sex. A moaning growl escaped his throat.

  “My beautiful Matara,” he breathed.

  He looked at the place he’d visited so often as if he’d never seen it before. If a gaze could have weight, Krijero’s would have kept Dani pinned down for eternity. Krijero slid her legs wide apart, opening her like a blooming flower. Then he simply stared for awhile, an art critic carefuly studying every color on the canvas she presented. Dani lay quietly under his scrutiny, though her insides felt as if they executed crazed somersaults in the face of such careful analysis.

  At last he reached for her, his long fingers stretching towards the wet, shuddering flesh. The first tentative touch made a high, startled bird’s cry escape Dani. It was as ephemeral as a breath, that stroke which slowly traced the outer lips of her sex, right at the border where the moisture of her juices wet it.

  Every mote of her being demanded she move towards that air-light contact, to make Krijero flood her with glorious sensation. Instead she lay perfectly stil, whimpering like an eager child on Christmas morn as he investigated her femininity.

  The Imdiko stroked her with sadistic thoroughness, working from the outside in. When he completed the circuit of her outer lips, he next put that moth’s flutter to the crevice between them and her inner petals. So slowly and tenderly did he canvas her womanhood that Dani’s eyes ran with tears produced from equal parts delight and torment. From the deep folds, he went to the edges of her rapidly engorging inner lips. Dani couldn’t stop the shudders that quaked her body as he methodicaly traced the soaked flesh.

  A finger played around her access, and Dani gushed honey in anticipation of his entrance. Krijero’s growl filed her ears, and she mewled a wordless plea in return. The fingertip went in her slightly. Her breaths sobbed welcome as he slowly entered.

  She felt its questing probe, seeking to know every part of her most intimate flesh. Dani’s senses rioted at the careful searching, the minute investigation as if Krijero had never been within her before. He was so careful, so dedicated to meticulous discovery like an archeologist dusting off a tiny pottery shard with a paintbrush. No part of her environs that he could reach was overlooked. She’d never been so exposed, so fuly revealed to anyone before.

  A second finger joined in. Dani’s sheath was so engorged from desire, she gasped from the slight ache of accepting the increased width. Now Krijero slowly stroked in and out of her, his eyes stil riveted on her secret flesh, watching the complicated pinks and reds of her invaded by his thick brown fingers. She felt her vulnerability keenly now, fuly on display for his enjoyment, completely open to him. She was his to do with as he pleased, and he pleased very wel.

  His fingers curled inside, unerringly finding that spot within that made her whole body galvanize. Dani had lain quiescent for Krijero’s enjoyment al this time, but now she stiffened, her body arching hard against the couch’s softness as heated delight surged from her pussy al the way up to the top of her head. She gripped the cushions as if she would tear them apart in great handfuls.

  “That’s my girl,” Krijero whisper-snarled, his eyes very dark as he watched her react to the pleasuring. “Just a little more, yes? Just a little more.” He picked up the pace, the palm of his hand slap-slapping against her straining sex, sending bolts of heady bliss into her womb. Dani gasped and writhed, unable to keep stil now as he drove her towards cataclysm. Despite her desperate flailing, Krijero’s rhythm never wavered, pushing her closer and closer to the precipice.

  His other hand now went to her eager pussy, capturing her clit between middle finger and thumb. With amazing dexterity, he rubbed up and down while his index finger drew gentle circles over the tip.

  Climax began with the electrical shockiness of that touch. It barreled into her core, gaining strength from where his fingers rubbed against the cluster of nerves. Her toes curled in on themselves. The pressure built to a tsunami, sweling huge until it loomed to block out everything else. Then it rushed through her, obliterating with its roaring strength, crashing and rending everything in its path. Dani felt herself torn apart with its force, the bits of her shattered body sent scattering into the maelstrom.

  Lesser but stil momentous waves folowed, eager to reduce her to no more than grains of sand. Dani felt herself dissolving into the dark fury until she was a part of that storming sea of sensation, now particles of its strength washed back and forth by the calming tide.

  She opened her eyes to find Krijero leaning over her, his expression gently loving despite the almost desperate need in his eyes. “Are you back, my Dani?” he asked.

  “Ermm,” was al she could coax her mouth to say. She floated in contentment, the world gone soft-focus in the aftermath of the storm.

  He chuckled. “That’s al the thanks any man could want. But perhaps you’l alow me a bit more compensation anyway?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” She sent her agreement from what felt like a continent away.

  More indulgent laughter. He shifted over her, cradling his large body in her accommodating hips, his dual maleness pressing against her openings. Through the mists of her post-climax drunkenness, Dani felt him invade.

  Her body was quite used to Krijero, and it usualy accepted him as if his cocks had been molded within her passages. Many lovemaking sessions had convinced Dani they had been made specificaly for each other. And while her back orifice accepted his smaler member easily, it was her pussy, stil greatly engorged by the Imdiko’s lavish attentions that gave in with only grudging acceptance.

  Dani’s breath caught at the intense sensation, but she made no complaint. Despite her overwrought body’s reluctance, she welcomed having Krijero sheathed within her. She made herself soft and pliant, inviting him to bury himself deep.

  He groaned. “So tight. So good. But am I hurting you, Dani?”

  “No,” she whimper-sobbed, though his thickness was verging on pain. “It feels wonderful to have you inside me. Take what you wil, my Imdiko. ” Her invitation brought forth the beast that lurked in gentle Krijero. He drove in the last half of his length hard, impaling her with force that made her cry out.

  His groin beat against hers, thrusting fast, his body voicing its hunger with the power of his lovemaking. Dani hung onto his shoulders, gasping at the throbbing ache of being taken with such demand and fervor. Like the spankings she gave herself over to for the pleasure of her men, the hurt twisted into something delightful. No matter that she didn’t understand how something that shouldn’t be arousing was.

  She welcomed the hard use Krijero made of her, and her body heightened towards crescendo once more.

  She came as the Imdiko’s rhythm stuttered, as his jaw clenched and his muscles tightened to vein-popping tension. His deep-throated roars joined her higher cries, teling any who would listen of their shared bliss.

  A few minutes later, stil imbedded inside her, Krijero said, “I am a lucky man.”

  His tone sounded as if he was putting the last word on an argument with someone. Dani smiled against his broad chest.

  “Damn straight you’re a lucky man, especialy when you consider who you have as a Matara. Now let’s discuss the replacement for that dress you just shredded.” His laughter made her heart sing. “I’m sure you already have it picked out. And it wil cost twice what the one I tore did.” Dani let him feel indulgent and happy, thinking it beat seeing him so sad. He didn’t need to know the dress she had in mind was actualy half the price of the other, though the color and cut were more flattering. Her boys loved to spoil her, so there was no harm letting them think they did.

  Prelude to Redemption

  Dramok Sojan raced after the rapidly moving search drone. Its placid beeps had become an almost continuous whine as it homed in on a life form. It hovered wel above the chunks of rubble among the crumbled wals of what had once been an Earther internment
camp, so it was in no danger of damage. Sojan’s booted feet were another matter. The large bits of stone and metal were sharp in many cases, and the footing precarious. Broken legs and infected cuts were the most prevalent of injuries to the Kalquorians tasked with finding and rescuing survivors on Earth.

  The sun was setting, and he should have started his return to base camp with the drone half an hour ago. But the machine had picked up lifesign twenty miles away at the farthest limit of its range, and Sojan had been excited at the prospect of his first solo rescue. Finding an Earther, particularly one of their females, would elevate his status. At only 22 years of age, he was just starting out, finaly done with schooling and general training. He stil had no clan, no rank, no standing. His parents and brother were simple farmers back on Kalquor, very good people who worked hard and had the respect of their neighbors. Their names were not known, however. Sojan was eager to do something, anything, to make a mark.

  Now as he and the drone closed in on the signal deep in this ravaged wasteland, Sojan had to remind himself to be careful. It would not impress anyone if he ended up being the one needing rescue.

  The drone came to a halt so suddenly that Sojan ran several feet ahead before he realized it had stopped. He turned to see the cylindrical machine slowly lowering into a hole in the ground.

  “Cease tracking and hold your position,” he ordered. The machine froze in place, its locator a steady whine. They were very close to their quarry, and Sojan checked his blaster to make sure it was ready to fire. He wasn’t to shoot any Earthers unless his own life was threatened, and then only to injure if possible. He’d won awards for marksmanship, but running the solo scout detail was dangerous even for a crack shot. This ruined world’s embattled inhabitants roamed in large groups nowadays, most ready to kil Kalquorians on sight.