Alien Interludes

by Tracy St. John

  The warm light made his toasted brown skin almost copper. Shaggy black hair, slightly longer than shoulder length, fel forward. He shook it back from his inteligent eyes. A surge of unadulterated lust surprised Rachel. Good heavens, what was with her? She was weak, in pain, and scared as hel. Yet her girl parts were warm as she stared at this young, sweet morsel from another planet.

  She chuckled a little at herself, the sound coming out a strained wheeze. She typed on the handheld: You are beautiful, Dramok.

  He flushed and ducked his head. “Thank you, Matara Ray-Ray. You are beautiful too.” At her snort, he looked at her with sincerity pouring from his earnest face. “Truly. You are too thin and you are marked badly. But your face…” His voice dwindled, and his fingers drifted up to stroke her cheek. “You are the loveliest I have seen.” The unaffectedness in the way he said it, as if he’d never told a greater truth, made tears wel in Rachel’s eyes. No one had told her she was beautiful since Marcus. Her jailers had made her feel ugly in so many ways, shaving her head, starving her body, and scarring her once blameless skin. They had been planning to destroy her face just before mutilating her sex.

  It stunned her to feel such gratitude for this young Kalquorian’s sweet assertion. She crowded close to Sojan, leaning her face into his solid wal of a chest to cry. He patted her back awkwardly, obviously at a loss as to what to do with a weeping woman.

  “Matara? I say something bad? I am sorry. No to cry, please Ray-Ray. No to cry.” The poor boy sounded close to tears himself, his grasp of English crumbling in rising panic.

  Rachel refused to move away from his warm bulk, but she quickly typed him a reassurance. No one has been kind to me for a long time, Sojan. I cry from happiness that you have come and that you are so nice. Will you hold me just for a few minutes?

  His brow smoothed as he read her words. “I wil hold you, Ray-Ray. I wil hold you for long as it make you feel happy.” Sojan dropped the glow stick on the ground and wrapped his arms around her, folding her into his strength. Rachel sank into the embrace. Whatever Kalquor had done at New Bethlehem during the war, whatever their intent had been that had brought on Armageddon, this youth had nothing to do with that. She prided herself on being a good judge of character, and she thought the Dramok was as pure a soul as she had ever known.

  He puled her closer stil, sitting her on his thighs. Rachel wrapped her arms around his waist, snuggling against him. He rubbed his cheek against a patch of what remained of her soft springy cap of hair, hair she’d not let grow back. Occasional surges of choking guilt had prompted her to hack the growing curls time and again with a pocketknife.

  That wasn’t important now. The Kalquorian’s warmth and strength enfolded her, giving her shelter. His big hands, pleasantly rough with calouses, rubbed the parts of her back and arms her ripped shirt left bare. Another surge of lust made her sigh. I suppose I can’t be all that bad off, not if I’m feeling a jab or two of friskiness, she thought, amused at herself. He’s a decade younger, you old cradle-robber, you. Don’t scare the kid, okay?

  Despite those words of wisdom, Rachel raised her face to look up at Sojan. He looked back, his expression soft and wondering. Did he realy think she was beautiful?

  As if to answer that question, his face bowed to hers. His kiss was cautious, as innocent as a schoolboy’s, but it lit her insides in an instant. Rachel gasped.

  He jerked back. “I am sorry, Matara. Forgive me. I had no right—”

  She shut him up by grabbing either side of his head and puling it down again. She kissed him with desperate passion.

  Sojan shuddered al over, and a growl escaped his throat. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasted her with a fervor that made Rachel twist in his grip. She was suddenly straddling his thick thighs, her arms clasped around his neck. They were mouth to mouth, chest to chest, groin to groin. The sweling interest beneath her wet sex made her grind mercilessly against him.

  The alien growled again, and yanked his lips from hers with effort. “Ray-Ray. I have little control. I am young. I have not known a woman before.” His pupils had grown, making his eyes dark and dangerous. “I fear I hurt you. We stop.”

  Despite its many aches, her body clamored for him. She was as much starved for the touch of another as she was for food. Every mote of her being screamed at the thought of being deprived.

  Rachel searched for the handheld, dropped at some point during their eagerness. It stil lay in the circle of soft light emitted by the glow stick. She scooped it from the floor and typed with shaking fingers. I have an idea. Will you trust me?

  Sojan frowned. He looked at her, his expression a mixture of need, worry, and hope. “I think so. Wil you tel me first?” She smiled, comforting the young man before she typed again . I have been with a man, one as innocent as you. Yes, Sojan reminded her of Marcus when they’d first met. They’d given each other their virginity, and she had learned much of what a young, untried male needed . I will give you pleasure first. Then you will have control while we find pleasure together.

  Sojan considered her statements. Want warred with concern. “You think I can give you pleasure? I do not wish to disappoint.” She didn’t type what she thought. You sweet boy. You really do remind me of my Marcus.

  Rachel answered him with another kiss, putting the handheld on the floor again. Her hand drifted to touch the part of him straining his stretchy bodysuit to its limits. She felt the two lengths, and her breath caught at the same time as Sojan’s gasp rang in her ears.

  So the rumors are true. She shivered with excitement. She’d given herself to Marcus in al ways possible and had enjoyed it. Their private joke for every time they’d indulged in that most ilegal of carnal acts had been the breathlessly laughed cry of, “Anarchy!”

  Rachel leaned back, trying to figure out how to free Sojan of his clothing. She saw no way to get at the double bulge that she ached for.

  The young Kalquorian intuited her confusion. He gripped the neckline of the black bodysuit and puled. The fabric parted with a soft purr down the middle, the seam invisible until it opened to show the fabulous body beneath. And yes, as it split beneath his waist, two long, lovely penises sprang free. Rachel was a little overwhelmed by the larger front one. Such a big, big boy. Wel, she’d take it carefuly then.

  Sojan stripped the clothing down to his knee-high boots, and sat watching her, obviously wondering what she thought of him. He looked like a young god, beautiful and powerful with that amazingly wide chest, those chiseled abs, those strong arms that held her so wel. Best of al, those perfectly formed cocks that pressed tight to his lower bely.

  Rachel grinned at him and nodded. She had to restrain a laugh as he whooshed a relieved breath. He smiled back. “What I need to do, Ray-Ray?” She shook her head. You sit back and enjoy, my sweet alien boy. She slid off his legs to kneel before him and bent over, her hands and mouth reaching for him.

  His cry rang through the room as she laid hold of him with both hands. His cocks were slick with wetness, and Rachel inhaled the scent of what seemed to be natural lubrication. Spicy, like cloves maybe?

  No, sharper and sweeter, like cinnamon. Her tongue darted out to see if he tasted as good as he smeled. He shouted again, and his hands grabbed her shoulders. He shook al over, like his body had become the epicenter of an earthquake.

  Don’t be mean, Ray-Ray. Put this poor kid out of his misery.

  The glow stick showed her only his front member had an opening, where a teardrop of liquid had formed. Her hands working him firmly, she sucked him into her mouth.

  Sojan roared. He actualy roared like a lion, coming straight up on his knees, his hands squeezing her shoulders. The next instant he erupted, sending a sweet-salty-spicy liquid to flood her mouth. Rachel moaned, finding his flavor delicious. She swalowed him down, accepting every wondrous pulse from his straining body.

  After a few moments, he wilted over her, his arms circling her crouched frame. Rachel rested her cheek on his thigh, listening to him gasp as he ca
me down from the climax. She smiled.

  Sojan slowly caught his breath. “Matara,” he groaned. “Many thank you.” His weight lifted off her. “Now I make Ray-Ray good.” He looked at the bed bolted to the wal and shook his head, probably recognizing it was too smal to hold them both. Instead, he gently roled her onto her back on the concrete floor and stretched over her. His soft lips kissed each eyelid first, then her nose. His tongue plundered her mouth as he gently lifted her tattered prison-issued blouse to bare her torso. Handling Rachel as carefuly as the finest china, he puled the shirt free.

  Rachel closed her eyes, not wanting to see his reaction to the scarred mess. Sojan surprised her by kissing every one of the many marks on her chest, breasts, and stomach. His caresses were fluttery like butterfly wings. “No more hurt,” he whispered as he kissed. “Make better. Make everything better.”

  He did make everything better, if only for this moment. His groan as he stripped the loose prison-issue pants from her seemed to come from his once-more lively groin. “Beautiful, beautiful,” he moaned as he slung her legs over his shoulders and put his mouth to her mound.

  Now it was Rachel’s turn to shout, or at least wheeze loudly, which was al her damaged vocal chords were capable of. Sojan’s tongue was like fine-grit sandpaper, catching at her folds with delightful abrasion. He opened his mouth wide, as if he’d devour her in one bite and sucked hard at her juices. Rachel writhed wildly, barely noticing the aches and pains of damaged joints and badly healed bone breaks.

  Jesus, Mohammed, and Moses, the man was turning her inside out with pleasure. She could feel her body stirring, waking, sparkles of delight coming straight from Sojan’s working mouth al the way up into her womb. His lips and tongue went at her with fierce clumsiness, but what he lacked in experience, he more than made up for with enthusiasm. The sparkles grew to throbs, and Rachel broke out in a sweat. As eager as the fresh-faced boy feasting on her flesh, she was closing in on glory fast. Al she needed was a little extra push…

  Her fingers dove for her clit, which was just out of the range of Sojan’s mouth. She saw his eyes flash as she grasped it between her finger and thumb. Before she could give the straining nub the friction it needed, the Kalquorian shoved her fingers away. His lips closed over it, and that wonderfuly rough tongue lashed the sensitive flesh.

  Elation belowed through her guts. Despite Sojan’s weight, her butt came right up off the ground, bucking as glorious dissolution eclipsed her semi-lit surroundings. Undeterred by her wild gyrations, the Kalquorian kept up with her, continuing to suck and lick with excruciating care.

  At last he released her, letting the eruptions settle. Rachel lay on the hard ground, wasted and breathless. And utterly at peace for the first time in over a year.

  “Good, Ray-Ray?” Sojan looked proud of himself.

  She gave him a shaking thumbs-up.

  He grinned. “I see that sign before. It means you like.”

  Like? I’d love to keep that mouth of yours in my pocket for future use.

  Sojan crawled up so that his face hovered over hers. His arms circled around her so that she rested in them instead of the hard floor. One oversized hand cradled her head. His body covered hers, but he was careful to rest his weight on his arms. His legs were between hers, opening her. She thought she could feel the heat from his dual manhood reaching towards her mound. Oh yes.

  Inviting him in, she raised her legs, wrapping them around the alien’s butt. His pretty cat’s eyes widened. “You are sure, Matara?” For an answer, Rachel strained upwards to kiss him, simultaneously flexing her legs to pul his groin close. With a groan, he lowered into her.

  His entrance was careful, as if she was the virgin in the equation. Rachel was grateful for the tenderness, as he realy was a very large man. She watched Sojan’s face, the way it tensed, the surprise and wonder that flitted across his features.

  “Soft,” he breathed. “So soft but tight. Warm.” His eyes closed, and Rachel knew he was shutting out everything but the sensation of being inside her.

  For her, the double penetration was a revelation. It made her feel ful to bursting, his flesh stretching hers until she ached. The rear entry was somewhat uncomfortable, but since his circumference grew gradualy from the bulet tip, she adjusted. A slight shake of her head was enough to tel Sojan to pause. Once her rear sleeve relaxed to the point where she was enjoying the pressure, she nodded and he resumed his careful entry. He hit al the good spots that wanted friction most, and the sparkles and throbs were mounting once more.

  Sojan finaly buried himself to the hilt inside her. He was panting a little, his breath warm buffets against Rachel’s face.

  “Al Earther women feel this good?” he asked. “Must get clan. Must get Matara.”

  Rachel grinned and puled his head down so she could kiss him. Sojan’s arms remained clutched around her, making her feel safe. His kiss was a little rough as he began to pul free of her. She gasped into his mouth to feel the thickness of him moving against sensitive bits within her sheaths. He withdrew until only the tips of his penises remained inside, making her feel way too empty. He refiled her, stil being careful while moving a little faster.

  In and out, taking her, gaining confidence as her ragged fingernails clawed at his back. His thrusts grew stronger, went deeper as his tongue plumbed the depths of her mouth, seeking penetration any way he could have it. As youthful hungers began to take over, Sojan grunted with each plunge, the sounds he made turning bestial. The harder he rode her, the softer Rachel felt herself becoming, absorbing the strength with which he possessed her. The pulse of pleasure was gaining momentum, heating her core with every beat of the alien’s hips against hers.

  His arms slid away, laying her on the floor. The hard surface beneath Rachel matched the solid body of the Kalquorian and the steel with which he made her his. Sojan reared back, kneeling once more.

  He never missed a beat of the steady rhythm he’d set. Grasping her calves, he raised them into the air, making a vee shape of her legs. Her ass came off the ground too, making it impossible to move much.

  Now she was open to him, not only for his sensual assault but also to his avid gaze.

  Sojan groaned loudly as he watched himself disappear then re-emerge from her womanhood. His sexes glistened from their combined wetness, shining in the pale light. Rachel knew he saw much better than she in the dim light, knew she was on ful display. His hands holding her calves exposed al her secret flesh to him. She’d never known such vulnerability.

  It made the pounding of her heart louder, made the flexing of her womb headier. She was re-igniting al over, feeling the sparkling delight even in her fingertips and toes. Rachel grabbed Sojan’s thighs. In the position he’d put her in, this was al she could get hold of. He growled at her, his groin thudding harder against hers. Oh glory, he was going to make her come again, if he could last a little longer. Her insides were coiling tight, spiraling up to a bright point. If he could just last…

  “Matara, please,” he gasped. “Please, Ray-Ray, you must pleasure now.”

  Almost, my beautiful alien boy. Almost…

  Sojan’s hips pounded wildly against her, and the friction was relentless. Rachel’s guts curled in on themselves, wrapping into knots, the tension so taut she thought she might double over. Her nails drew stripes on his legs.

  “Maaataaaraaa…” He ground the word out between clenched teeth. His tempo became erratic. He was losing control.

  Sojan’s cocks jerked within her. She actualy felt them pulsate, as if she’d been invaded by writhing serpents. He screamed as the climax he’d fought against escaped his control. Like a cord snapping in two, Rachel’s straining body released al at once. She went with him, her mouth opening wide in a soundless scream of completion.

  Sojan cried out with every powerful thrust of his hips. Rachel crested and fel so many times she lost count. She thought her heart might burst from her chest, but the sensual agony was beautiful, as beautiful as the fresh faced man-boy
pouring his seed into her womb.

  Sojan shuddered one last time. He gathered her in his arms before roling onto the floor, taking her with him so that she lay on top of him. “Thank you, Matara,” he sighed. “So kind to me. Thank you.” Rachel smiled, her sex stil quivering in the aftermath. She thought she might like going to Kalquor just fine.

  * * * *

  The white and purple lights of the coming transport were closing in on Sojan and Rachel’s position. They waited for it, standing side by side outside where the prison gates had once stood. The Kalquorian had wanted to carry her to this spot, to keep the strain from her poor, battered body. Being kept safe in his arms had been a difficult thing to resist, but she did. It was time to be strong again, Rachel decided.

  Time to come out of the dark and chance life once more. So she had climbed from the Hole, had crossed the debris-strewn prison yard, and had left its boundaries for the last time. She was ready to face her uncertain future on her feet and under her own steam. She wouldn’t even sit on the ground though after the wondrous sex everything ached right down to her bones.

  Sojan watched the approaching shuttle, his face a little sad. “I won’t see you again. You wil be taken to medical, made better. Then sent to your choice of Earther colony or Kalquor. I stay here, look for more Earthers to rescue.”

  Rachel tapped the handheld he had indicated she should keep. If I go to Kalquor, maybe we’ll meet again.

  He shrugged. “Not for a long time. After Earth, I wil be on assignment some other planet. Signed for military for many years. Ambition to command some day.” She smiled at him. You will do very well, Sojan. I know I’m impressed with you.

  He kicked at the rubble around his feet, the expression on his face so aw shucks, ma’am that she opened her mouth in silent laughter. Yes, he did remind her of Marcus. Her beloved had always been embarrassed by compliments too.