Karthid leaned forward and put his hand on her midriff, drawing her to face him and embracing her in powerful arms. He kissed her and again the world spun and ebbed in and out of light and a strange, warm darkness that was impossible to describe.
Talia opened her eyes and saw him, but the brave alien man was pulsing—was that his blood throbbing through his body or was it her eyes playing tricks? She could not quite figure that out. Looking down, she noticed that there was something bulging out in his pants. “What the …" Her mild shock quickly became heated lust as she realized that this alien was hung like a horse, and that impressive package was pointing straight out beneath his pants.
He was not shy or bashful in the slightest, and cupped her big breasts in his hands with a look of joy on his face. He was so calm and collected but possessed the type of strength that made a woman feel completely cared for, even in such a dire situation. He pulled down the zip that was at the front of her jumpsuit, which was keeping her boobs slightly held up.
Honestly, there was not a lot of support from the suit, since Talia hadn't had time to put a bra on. The special fabric of the suit was made in a way that prevented too much unwanted jigging, working equally for the external parts of men as it did for a girl's bust and butt.
"By the suns," Karthid exclaimed.
"Sorry?" Talia felt self-conscious for a moment, worrying that this saying had some kind of negative connotation. But she could tell from the look of desire in his eyes that there was nothing wrong.
"It means, I am very impressed. You are the most desirable woman I thought I would ever meet. And I will take you now if you do not object."
Talia grinned wickedly and bit her lower lip. "That's a very forward way of asking if I want to fuck you."
"This word, ‘fuck,’ does it mean to have sex?"
Talia nodded, her breasts gently jiggling now that they were popped out of her unzipped jumpsuit. "Yes, basically. Only, fucking is usually a lot nastier than making love."
"Love? Yes, I do feel it. I do believe that we are true mates. It's clear that you feel the same sensations as I do."
"Do you mean that vibrating and everything fading away when we kissed? It feels like being on some strange drug. I just now realize that it's been building up in my head from the first time I was near you."
"Yes. There is no way to completely fight it. Living apart would lead to a life of frustration, it's ingrained deep in our genetics from many generations ago. It’s possible that our species have shared lineage. Here," he said and took her hand then guided it down his pants. "Take me as I take you." Karthid then reached down, unzipping Talia's jumpsuit all the way down to her pelvis, and slid his hand over her warm pussy.
"Shit," she said, writhing a little at the touch of his big fingers. She grabbed his cock, which was sticking right up, and pulled it out of his pants. Everything else lost focus and all Talia could do was stare at that amazing thing. "What's that?" she said, rubbing her hand up and down the stiff shaft as it pointed directly up to greet her.
There were raised lines running along the outside in an intricate pattern, as well as bumps that reminded her of something. "Your dick's like a sex toy," she said with reverie. "Only much better. God, it's been too long since I've had a real dick in my hand." It was almost impossible to act shy with the pure energy that was being fed back and forth between them.
Then, Karthid slid a finger up into her. It was a thick digit that would have almost been enough to satisfy her on its own. He rubbed her clit with his thumb and then quickly knelt before her. "Take this off," he said, pulling at the jumpsuit.
Talia stood up so that he could remove her single piece of clothing. Suddenly, she felt damn good at being naked, for the first time appreciating that this was the natural state of being—that she was a sexual creature who deserved to be treated as such. "I've never felt so alive," she said. She didn't give a damn how cliched that sounded either, because it was the absolute truth.
He kissed her again, this time moving his finger inside her in unison with the motions of his expertly agile alien tongue. His shaft seemed to throb in her hand with each little motion. They made out for a while longer but it was all Talia could do to stop herself from exploding.
"Will you take me?" she asked, disappointed at her own shy way of saying it.
"There is nothing else I have ever wanted in my life, not compared to this." Karthid slid himself down so that he was bent over in front of her, a breast in each of his hands and squeezing them, flicking her nipples with his thumbs as he did.
She wasn't sure what he was doing. "What are—oh!" she exclaimed as Karthid's amazing and nimble tongue lashed out and brought intense pleasure to the top of her cunt, then slid down around the entrance to her hole. He kissed and sucked with thick, strong lips as he worked his tongue.
The sensation from the vibrations coming from his mouth was like being hooked up to a kinky sex machine from the future. "How are you doing that?" she asked.
But Karthid just looked up at her a smiled, then knelt up before her and presented his pulsing alien cock before her. Talia dove down and began to suck with extreme wanting.
"Your mouth is so smooth!" he said with surprise.
Each time Talia moved her mouth back and forth over the big dick, it pulsed and vibrated. The little ridges and ribbed spots on it seemed to whir as well in her mouth, making it tickle in a pleasant way.
There had never been so much juice dripping from Talia's pussy in her life, and she couldn't stand to suck Karthid's cock for long before she just had to have him inside of her. "Fuck me," she said.
Moving onto the warm floor of the steel prison wagon, among the dried straw and dust, he sat back and propped his upper body against the side of their little love nest. "Sit on my dick, take the pleasure as you enjoy it most. My wish is to bring you to the height of lust and cement our new bond."
"You wanna make me come?" she said uncouthly. "Yes, please! I can't imagine what that vibrating dick of yours is going to do to my insides." And she was so thankful that she would not have to wait to find out. This was like a lucid dream, the naughtiest kind imaginable. Talia knew they were in a situation that might lead to some extremely bad outcomes but didn't care in the slightest right then. It was almost like being on some alien drug, making her want nothing else but to be with Karthid in the most intimate way possible.
As she straddled his wide, red body and settled herself down over his dick, the bulging head of it kissed her wet, waiting hole as it slipped between the engorged lips of her tingling cunt. All those years of working as a farmer-scientist had given her strong muscles for crouching, and she lowered herself with slow, steady ease over the gorgeous alien man.
He grabbed her butt cheeks with his firm hands, easily fitting each one around a lily white cheek. "Don't hurt yourself," he said smugly in a way that was impossible not to love. It was clear that he knew exactly how well he was hung and that she was going to love what was waiting for her, as soon as she slipped down farther.
"Shit," she exclaimed several times, at least once per inch, as she carefully lowered her body down, taking the thick girth inside herself.
He leaned forward and buried his face between her breasts, ripe and plump like two melons. The way his tongue moved over her erect nipples helped to make her even wetter, and she could finally lower herself enough to take half the length of his cock. Then—something incredible and equally as shocking happened.
His dick began to vibrate hard, or maybe pulsate was a better word for it. There was no easily guessed rhythm to how it happened, but as Karthid's face was overcome with waves of his pleasure, that was when it seemed to happen.
"Are you, pulsing?" she finally asked with delight.
"You might call it that. Does this displease you?"
"Oh, no, no way!" She got comfortable on her knees over him, so that she wasn't so much hovering her butt above his pelvis, as she was sitting on his cock at last. "That is the most amazing thing I though
t I'd ever come across. Please, whatever you do, don't stop."
"I am not doing it on purpose, any more than I could make myself erect without being aroused. It is from pleasure, a natural reaction to sex. I have never felt it so strongly before. You are more desirable than any woman I have come across in all my travels. Please, tell me if it hurts."
"Well, to be honest, you are huge, but I'm just so damn wet and horny, I think I can take you. Just be gentle," Talia responded with a salacious smile and a little wink that made Karthid beam.
He nodded to affirm that he would be careful.
Talia moved up and down, the vibrating alien cock filling her up and then leaving her wanting more as she went back up. Soon, she was able to bounce up and down on Karthid properly, her pussy nice and pliantly accepting him inside.
"You are so tight," he said. His hands wondered all over her body, unable to stop moving and exploring the wonders of his new and strange Earth woman.
There was a sudden thump from outside, and the wagon came to a stop as there was alien shouting. It was impossible to make out what they were saying to each other though, with the way they spoke in short barks at one another.
"Don't stop," said Karthid. "Never put off your heart's desire for fear of what is about to come. This could be the end."
"You're right," she said. Just as feelings of dread were threatening to overpower her thoughts of lust and pleasure, his cock sent out a powerful pulse inside of Talia and she quivered all over. "God! What. The. Fuck." It was most unlike her to swear this much, but dire circumstances made exceptions of just about every personal rule. "I'm coming!" she said, and again, "I'm coming, I'm coming. Fuck me hard."
Karthid didn't start to thrust up into her. Instead, he lifted her off him with extreme ease, but also with delicate care. He didn't even strain to do it, even though Talia was a heavier gal. He put her on her hands and knees and stuck his dick inside from behind, thrusting up into her slowly but surely. He wasn't forceful but held so much measured power in each movement of his pelvis. He jackhammered back and forth as though he were one of Talia's farming machines working a hole for the planting of some wonderful plant.
Talia couldn't take it one second longer, and she felt like she was about to burst with so much pleasure and the huge dick inside her, pushing up and stretching her to her limits. "YES!" she screamed out, pushing herself back and reaching back, grabbing Karthid's butt to pull him closer into her.
He erupted inside of her as she came, making the orgasm even more thrilling. The flood of his alien seed was warm, almost hot, and it filled her up. As Karthid orgasmed, his cock did all sorts of wonderful things, pulsing a buzzing, and in general making Talia's vision go blurry from the amount of pleasure she was feeling.
Now utterly spent, she slumps down onto the warm floor of the prison wagon. Karthid got down beside her and they laid together. Talia rolled over so the she was facing him, both of them on their sides. She said through short, panting breaths, "Why do you think they stopped the wagon?"
"I am only speculating, but we may be in sight of the city. Or, there could be some danger in our path."
"I'm glad we're safe inside this metal box then. That sounds so silly."
Karthid shook his head, his thick, sweaty hair sticking to the floor as he did so. "You are yet to say anything I find silly. Amusing, in a good way? Sometimes, but I think that is intended."
"This is crazy," Talia said.
"That is the way of life," confirmed Karthid with the wise way he had of saying things.
It was the weirdest thing, but Talia fell asleep despite all that was going on. She just felt so good, so safe, so sexually relieved.
13
-Karthid-
Karthid did not sleep. He wanted to look out the windows but that would mean releasing their embrace. Such a thing seemed criminal, downright going against the natural order of all things. He would hold her for a little longer, at least. Knowing where they were, and when they would arrive at their destination, was important though.
He held the beautiful Earth woman in his strong arms. She was so slight in comparison to his own massive form, but the curves and womanly figure she possessed left him perpetually taken aback. And the bond he could feel emanating from her was something else entirely. He had hoped since reaching adulthood that he might one day find his true mate, perhaps have a chance to meet her and spend time with her. Being so close to one's own true mate was the stuff of myth. And that is exactly what Karthid had managed to do. He could only imagine how intense this must feel to Talia.
She stirred in her sleep as the wagon was brought over a series of bumps. They were out of the desert now. "Sleep, gorgeous creature," he softly whispered. There was no reason why they should both be alert for whatever might be coming when that prison wagon's door opened. He would protect her from all harm until he was killed or at least physically restrained, so she did not need to worry.
Against every part of his being, Karthid carefully moved his arm out from under her and left the naked woman sleeping. He looked through one of the crude holes that served as a ventilation window in the prison wagon. They had just passed through the gates of a city. It was a primitive looking place, although there were high walls of solid stone that would keep out would-be invaders. He could see that they did not possess a high level of technology. And if they did have any, it wasn't abundant in the streets.
People went about their business, hauling goods by beast or in hand-drawn carts. There was a quiet dignity about it all, as though they were in the middle of some sacred ritual. But they were just doing the things that common people did, talking, crafting, buying, selling.
"Talia," he said.
"Huh? What's wrong? Wait, where am I?" She sat up and her breasts jiggled delightfully as she did so, then she looked around and sighed. "Oh, right."
Karthid was speechless for a moment as he looked at her naked form in motion. His penis began to stiffen instantly at the sight of those perfectly pink nipples glimmering in the light that cascaded in through the holes in the wagon.
Talia grinned. "Someone's certainly happy about all this. Too bad we don't have time for a quickie. Do we?"
"Of course we do," said Karthid, moving toward her and taking a knee before her. "Wait, no," he said sadly, "I think that whatever arena event you heard our captors speak of, the people of this city have already commenced participation in some way. Look out at the way they go about things, in such reverence."
"How could you know that?" she said, grabbing her jumpsuit and standing up. She slipped it on with ease and zipped it up. It was almost a shame to be clothed once again. "You're right though,” she said as she observed the quietness of the people in the streets. “It's like being at church."
Putting his own clothing back on, what little he actually wore, Karthid asked, "What does ‘church’ mean?"
"Do your people pray, like ask for things from a higher being?"
He nodded and said, "Like a ritual or spell. Yes, I have known many with these customs. My tribe believes in our true paths and the connection between all. At least, before we were wiped out." He refused to show any sadness about this, not wanting to make her feel worse than she probably already did.
As though reading his mind, and it was likely that she could feel some of his aura, Talia moved to him and placed herself in his arms, stroking his broad muscles with tantalizing fingers. "This should be the worst moment of my life. And to be honest, I don't believe we’ll get out of this alive. So, why do I feel like everything is going to be fine?"
"You are with your true mate, Talia. I understand the strange sensation you feel, as though two opposing sides are in battle inside you: peace and war, love and fear." He kissed her.
The wagon left the outer city area and came into a large building that resembled a warehouse. The doors swung open and Karthid leapt toward the opening at the back of the wagon. He was ready to crush skulls and snap necks to protect his true mate. But there was no one there
. Stepping out, he realized that the doors of the wagon had been remotely opened somehow. "Perhaps these people are not as technologically primitive as I assumed," he said to Talia as she came to the edge of the wagon.
Suddenly, they were each hit by something powerful, yet invisible. It was like being washed over by a liquid that held them in place, moved them as it willed. Neither of them could speak, and they were brought to the floor inside the large room, filled with other wagons and various vehicles, including some that looks like they could fly or hover.
A voice sounded loudly, Karthid was sure Talia heard it too from the look on her face. He could see her only from the corner of his eyes but couldn't move any more. It must have come from a hidden speaker system.
"We are the sacred council, rulers of Baklofer." The voice was odd, as though one and many beings of various age and sex were speaking at once. "Our minds are altogether powerful and wise. You may not understand, but battle and bloodshed are yet our way, and we are proud of that tradition. You, man, will compete in the sacred tournament for glory, and it shall be yours—whether you fall dead or are victorious. All who battle are honored, but the victor always takes the true glory.
14
-Talia-
Talia had only just been given back the freedom of moving her own body, when two large men and one woman came in, armed with spears and wearing strange armor that would have nearly been at home in a castle back on Earth.
"What's going on? Karthid!" she cried out as he remained unmoving on the floor. His eyes were the only things that he could shift, as he was clearly still under the power of that terrible forcefield that had overtaken them.
The armored woman spoke to her harshly, but her words for completely foreign. Her face was savagely lined like a predatory animal, but she didn't look too different than a human. She motioned her spear at Talia, dangerously close to her neck, and gestured for her to walk ahead. They went through large doors and left Karthid behind, for what would most likely be the last time Talia would ever see him.
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