Cliff’s kiss went on forever, or at least Rabine hoped it would. Her body trembled, and heat flooded through her pussy and across her breasts.
Like he moved in slow motion, Cliff lowered her to the soft maroon velvet material of the sofa. He worked his body and knelt beside her, his hands wandering over her and gently caressing her through the cloth of her jumpsuit. The touch of his fingers changed the trembles racing through her into major shock-waves like the planet was coming apart around her.
His lips slipped from hers, and Cliff looked down into her eyes. Rabine felt no reservations when his fingers reached the zipper of her jumpsuit, and he tugged at the slide, pulling the fastener down its full length to just below her waist. When his hands came up to push the black fabric of her outfit aside to expose her bra, his gaze flickered from her face to her chest. He stopped breathing for a moment, the breath seeming to catch in his throat for an instant, before he moved with deliberate confidence to release the catch between the cups of her bra.
When the elastic material of her bra snapped back, leaving her breasts fully exposed, the fleeting touches of Cliff’s fingers against her hard nipples made her jerk with pleasure. His gaze still locked to her chest, he again stopped breathing for a time. He held his breath long enough that Rabine felt concerned.
She reached up and stroked her hand down his cheek. “What’s wrong?”
He didn’t look away from her breasts, but his mouth moved a few times before he found his voice. “The only word I’ve been able to come up with for the way you look is perfect. As silly as that sounds, it also fits.”
Cliff’s expression was flat, almost emotionless. She instantly knew that wasn’t right, though—somehow Rabine knew emotion wasn’t absent in him and actually just the opposite was happening. He struggled to avoid a flood of emotions swamping him.
Rabine again stroked his cheek. “Thank you, but I’m far from perfect.”
He didn’t answer, but instead moved his fingers slowly to touch her breasts with trembling intent. After a few moments of teasing her nipples, he gripped her breasts in his palms, kneading and squeezing. The shock-waves evolved into full-blown planet-killing quakes rolling through her body.
Cliff leaned over her and sucked her nipple into his mouth. His tongue flitted around the hard nub, and his free hand moved down her body, tickling across her stomach. He pushed his hand under her panties and his fingers rubbed lightly over the hair she kept closely cropped. Rabine flexed her hips slightly, and he pressed his fingers between the folds of skin to flicker over her clit.
In the tangle of limbs and clothing, Rabine lost track of exactly how Cliff got the jumpsuit off of her, but she found herself lying naked on the sofa. He turned her to lean her back against the seat, and the red softness of the upholstery cushioned her body. Cliff knelt on the floor before her and lifted her legs to drape them over his shoulders. He leaned forward, pressing his mouth to her pussy, and she shivered with delight as he licked over her slit, lapping at the wetness sparking in the light of the table lamp beside the couch.
When Cliff spread her lips with his mouth and swirled his tongue around her clit, Rabine’s legs flexed of their own volition, clamping tight against his head and pulling his face hard to her pussy. He licked and plunged his tongue deep into her, and Rabine gasped for breath and her back arched, pressing her hips even tighter to his mouth.
He reached up, his arms wrapping around her thighs, and gripped her breasts. His fingers moved to some music Rabine couldn’t hear as they danced over and around her nipples. When he snared the hard buds between his thumbs and forefingers, Cliff rolled her nipples firmly, and just then he sucked her clit between his lips and nibbled tenderly, his teeth nipping at her.
Light flooded her mind, and her pulse thrummed in her ears like she was inside a symphony kettledrum. As the tremors rocked her body, Cliff sucked hard on her clit, sending wave after wave of orgasm through her. He pinched her nipples, rolling them, and a series of meaningless panting screams burst from her.
Rabine had lost all track of time, but it seemed that her climax lasted for hours before Cliff released her nipples and then lifted her legs from over his shoulders. He lifted her slightly from the sofa and turned her so she reclined against the arm.
He wiped at the glistening moisture still around his mouth before he leaned closer to her. “Just relax.”
* * * *
Cliff wasn’t as confused as he thought he should have been. Maybe the wonderful tastes of Rabine’s pussy made him forget just how much he wanted to come inside her. Maybe some sort of odd pleasure derived from knowing he’d just pleased her more than he’d ever pleased a woman before made his simple physical desires fade in importance. All he knew for certain was that his body and mind had very different ideas on what to do next.
He had the urge to curl up beside her and cuddle Rabine close to him. He wanted to hold her as tight as he could and let her sleep in his arms. On the other hand, his cock was so hard that it actually hurt. He also had the urge to release his dick from where it pressed uncomfortably against his pants and put it in the first of her holes that presented itself. He knew he tried to stay a little detached so he could maintain something that at least looked like control, but he wondered just how long he would last with his cock inside Rabine.
He watched her leaning on the arm of the couch as she panted rapidly, her body soaked in sweat, and little shakes taking her every few seconds. Her gaze flickered back and forth over his face, and as it did, her eyes alternated between staring and rapid blinks.
Cliff’s body won the battle if not the war. He stood and unfastened his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Before he could move to step out of the pants surrounding his ankles, Rabine rolled on the sofa to face him and grabbed his cock in her hand. The silky skin of her fingers slipped over his hard dick as she pumped the shaft a few times, and then she leaned toward him. She parted her lips and guided the head of his cock into her mouth where her tongue swirled around the knob a time or two before she slowly swallowed his full length. His dick throbbed when the head touched the back of her throat, and instead of clamping her lips around the base of his cock, Rabine opened her mouth, her tongue darting out between her lips and his shaft to lick at his balls.
Despite Cliff’s desire to hold on to his control and resolve, the motion of Rabine’s mouth on his cock and the sight of his dick deep in her throat while she stared up into his face with her black eyes conspired against him. Cliff’s hips bucked as his climax hit him, and he watched as Rabine pulled her tongue back into her mouth. Her head moved rapidly on his rod, her tongue flitting around his shaft as she pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. When her tongue flickered around the head of his dick, cum exploded from him and she gulped, her cheeks moving as she sucked him dry.
* * * *
Crosley sat alone in his office after some of his advisors had left. They had discussed how best to make contact with the visitors who seemed happy to spend all of their time with the Hargons. The group reached no real decisions, but he knew they had to do something soon. Leilend’s reports made it clear that the humans didn’t understand the real situation and would likely believe anything Logan told them. He had to make contact.
He leaned far back in his chair, putting his feet up on the desk before lacing his fingers together behind his head. Leilend always chastised him for sitting that way, saying he would fall over backward someday cracking his skull open, but the relaxed position helped him be at ease so he could think.
His eyes closed as he thought of what to do next. One of his men suggested that they carry out a raid in full view of the humans, forcing Logan to explain what was going on. Crosley didn’t like that idea because Logan would paint the rebellion as just a bunch of terrorists, and the humans might agree. His own idea of contacting the humans by radio failed to work when he tried it—the Hargons had the signals jammed.
As he relaxed, letting his mind wander in hopes that something would come to hi
m, he saw a man and woman—a human couple—making love. The woman was tall and slender, her hair and eyes glistening and shining black, like they were made of molten pitch. Delightful curves highlighted her body, and she moved with the litheness of a dancer as she writhed with her lover. The man was big and well-muscled, short blonde hair covering his head, and his eyes sparkled with green light. The man touched the woman with fascinating tenderness.
Remembering Leilend’s description of the human woman, Rabine, Crosley knew the woman in his vision was she. He didn’t know the man. In his mind’s eye, Crosley watched Rabine suck the man’s cock. Her mouth moved rapidly while she squeezed her lover’s hip with one hand and massaged his balls with her other hand. The man tensed, his hips thrusting forward, trying to shove his dick farther into Rabine’s mouth, and Crosley could tell from the way the man grunted and moaned that he was filling Rabine’s mouth with cum.
Rabine reacted to the mouth fucking by pulling the man’s balls tight against her chin and working her head faster. Crosley heard small gagging sounds and saw Rabine swallowing to clear her mouth of the sticky fluid.
When Rabine slipped her mouth from around his cock, the man stumbled a little but managed to ease himself onto the couch without falling. The couple hugged for a few minutes, their hands moving over each other’s bodies. Each time the man reached down between Rabine’s legs, she would twitch, and when the man pulled his hand away, Crosley could see in his vision that the man’s fingers glistened with wetness that he licked away. The woman stroked the man’s cock with her hand, and his dick stood out long and hard from his body, drops of wetness sparkling on the tip of the swollen head.
Suddenly, Crosley found himself in the images filling his mind. He was as naked as Rabine and her lover, and he walked up to where the couple rested naked on the sofa. Crosley leaned over and kissed the woman, his lips and tongue running over her face, and the dream-vision of Rabine reached back to rub her hand over his ass, spreading his cheeks apart so Crosley could see his own anus fully exposed.
The unknown man reached up to run his fingers over Rabine’s pussy, the lips parting to show the wet folds of skin surrounding her clit. He pinched the button between his thumb and forefinger, and Rabine jerked and her fingers pressed against Crosley’s ass.
Leaving the man sitting on the sofa, Rabine stood up and took Crosley’s hand in hers. She pulled him near the small dining table in the room, and then Rabine turned to face him. They kissed deeply, their mouths leaving shining wet trails across each other’s faces, and the man sat watching them. Just as Crosley did, the man in the vision gripped his hard cock in his fist and slowly pumped.
Crosley pushed Rabine back until she reclined on the table, and then he crawled on top of his lover, rejoining the kiss. His cock, hard and swollen, easily entered Rabine’s soaked pussy, and Crosley thrust into her. The man stood and walked to where Crosley and Rabine lay on the table, and he spread their legs apart. He rubbed his cock around Crosley’s balls and through the wetness that flowed from Rabine’s pussy. After passing the head of his dick across Rabine’s anus a few times, the man pressed forward, his shaft pumping into Rabine’s ass.
The human pressing his hips against Crosley’s thighs as his cock slipped in and out of Rabine’s ass mixed with the pressure the man’s dick created in her pussy to press Crosley’s control. He felt the head of the man’s cock rub against his shaft through the thin skin between Rabine’s ass and pussy, and the motion was like nothing he’d ever experienced.
Rabine cried out, her words a jumble of orgasmic nonsense, and the man fucking her ass slammed forward, his hips slapping against Crosley’s thighs. Crosley felt the throbbing of the man’s cock as hot cum filled Rabine’s ass, and Crosley thrust hard into Rabine’s pussy, his dick pulsing as cum flowed from him.
As the images of the vision faded, Crosley looked down into his lap. His cock hung limp in his palm, and cum covered his hand and pants.
* * * *
Cliff knew he had every right to feel confused. A lot of new things were happening to him today, but the latest one really threw him for a loop.
Rabine had just given him the best blow job of his life. She didn’t mess around…She sucked his cock, made him come in her mouth, and swallowed.
Maybe there were two things puzzling him, though.
First, he didn’t want her to leave now. He always figured his need for the woman was over once he got off, so she should go home so he could have a drink, watch some baseball, and hit the rack. Cliff realized that booze would only dull the sensations of being with her, baseball was a bit silly, and he could sleep when he was dead. All of that meant he wanted Rabine to stay so he wouldn’t have to do those stupid things instead of spending time with her.
Second, he might need to go to sickbay. Cliff figured Rabine could suck the magnetic field off the antimatter containment chamber, and he knew that no woman had ever made him come as hard as Rabine just did. Ever, no matter how they made him come. Yet his cock was still hard as a rock, and he wanted her. He thought the doctors called it priapism.
* * * *
Rabine didn’t expect Cliff to come as hard or as much as he did. It damned near choked her, but she still wanted more. His cum tasted delectable, nearly as good as his lips, and she longed for just a little more.
Cliff almost fell when she finished sucking his cock, but he managed to sit down on the sofa beside her instead of hitting the floor. Some part of her took a measure of pride that she could have that effect on Cliff despite the fact that he obviously had been around a time or two…or three hundred.
Cliff turned to face her, and his hands moved over her chest, tracing lines on her skin. The ripples of her orgasm hadn’t ebbed yet, and his touch only intensified them once more. He made little circles around her nipples, sending shivers through her, and Rabine reached down into his lap. His cock still raged with hardness, like he’d not climaxed, and she wondered if she should take that as an offense to her oral skills.
She stroked his dick a couple of times, and he moved with slow, deliberate intent. Cliff rolled her to her back on the sofa, and he spread her legs far apart. Kneeling between her legs, he lowered himself onto her, his cock teasing her clit for an instant before he eased his length into her. The passage of the bulging head of his dick followed by his girth filling her pussy and the pressing contact of his cock against her cervix triggered the return of the spasms of her climax.
Cliff leaned on his hands, his head above hers, as he pumped in and out of her pussy. His gaze locked to her eyes, and the soft smile on his face was in marked contrast to the strain of the protruding muscles of his neck and shoulders. His hips flexed against hers in a steady rhythm, and Rabine wrapped her legs around him, adding her own impetus to the thrusting of each push he made.
He never spoke as they made love, entwined together on the sofa, but Cliff’s eyes and expression said more to Rabine than words ever could have told her. She knew what kind of man he’d been in the past, moving from woman to woman along with the ship. Perhaps, in many ways, her first assessment of him had been right, and Cliff was shallow, self-centered, and selfish. Something had changed, though.
Rabine had been with men like that in the past, and they served a purpose for her just as she had for them. But this was different in some way she couldn’t quite grasp yet. She knew she didn’t use Cliff, and she didn’t think he was using her. Men like that weren’t good enough to cover their actions.
Cliff’s tempo increased, and Rabine rocked her hips against him. He tensed, his body shaking like jelly, and he pushed hard into her, his cock filling her pussy fully. Her orgasm jumped on her in earnest, as if waiting for his cum, and she screamed his name and pulled him against her with her arms and legs.
His thrusts became a series of short, hard pulses that beat into her in time with the hot spurts of cum that filled her pussy. They grunted and moaned together with no sense at all to the sounds as each tried to find a way to get Cliff’s cock just a
little farther inside of her.
He leaned down onto her chest, his body shaking and jerking and sweat pouring from him to mingle with her own perspiration flowing from every point on her body. Cliff nibbled at her neck, his breath a hot, throbbing wind on her skin. Rabine hugged him tightly to her, and fought with herself to keep from saying something stupid.
* * * *
“Rabine and her man take a walk in the palace gardens every evening after dinner.” Leilend paused, her brow knitted in thought. “The guards are near, but not watching them closely. Logan believes he has the humans convinced of his good intentions.”
Crosley nodded. “Perhaps I can reach them there.”
“No, you could never get in the garden.”
As the leader of the rebels, Crosley knew he needed to make contact himself, but his wife was right. The guards would see and hear him come in spiritual form, and he had no chance to sneak past them in corporeal form. Even if he escaped, Logan’s men would know he contacted the humans. That could have unexpected results.
Leilend stroked her hand down his cheek. “I still think I should talk to them. They are showing interest in the Ling, and my speaking to Rabine would stir no suspicion.”
He didn’t like the idea at all, but he had few choices and even less time. He had to act quickly. Crosley put his arms around Leilend’s waist and looked deep into her eyes. “Very well, but be careful.”
* * * *
Q smiled out at Elsa from the display. “For once, we have just a routine report. I enjoy the lack of drama for a change.” She loved his smile, even if he rarely used it.
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