Alien Pirate's Booty (Science Fiction Alien/BBW Fated Mates Abduction Romance)

by Juno Wells

  The darkness is total, and that feels kind of nice. I don't have to see how tight this space really is.

  I stick my hand between us, and there is Brenaxx' hardness. He's just as ready as I am.

  “Want to pass the time?” I hope he doesn't think I want to play word games or anything.

  He gets it. He just grunts and helps spread my legs until my knees are touching pretty dense sand on either side. I yank my panties down. Yes, I'll have sand absolutely everywhere after this.

  Without any words spoken, Brenaxx inserts his incredible cock into me and pushes in. Not too slow, not too fast. Just relentless, and that's exactly what I need right now. Something to take my mind off the whole situation. Something to fill my body and my mind.

  And he does. In the darkness and with hardly any outside noises, I can concentrate all my attention on my pussy and the sensations. I can feel each one of his knobs as they enter me, one after the other, filling me so well you'd think he was made to measure. Each spot in my sex comes alive as a point of light in my mind, a source of heat and tingling and pleasure. I can hear the squelch from down there, because of course I'm as turned on and wet as I have ever been.

  There's only the two of us in the world now. I place my hands around Brenaxx's neck to pull him closer to him. He's fucking me right, slowly and endlessly, and he builds up my peak to make this last. I know that he could bring me over right now by stimulating my clit like last time, but he lets me take my time and enjoy this.

  I don't know how long this goes on. I think I'm probably having some kind of slow-burn orgasm that makes me lose track of time. The lack of light and sound makes everything so intense! I see colors and fireworks, bright patterns that fill my mind with light and joy. I don't even know which way is up, and I feel completely weightless. And I think I can see the future, too – Brenaxx and me together. Forever. My mind explodes in light. Oh my stars, I want that!

  Just as I think that, I feel the vibrations on my clit and I hold my breath for three heartbeats, then just plunge into the pool of joy that he has made for me. I realize that only he can hear me, so I allow myself to scream out my climax as loudly as I can, freeing all of me for what could be the first time in my life. It's the most real I've ever been. I'm all raw, all soul, all Dakota. Nothing else.

  I don't know how long it takes, and I have no idea if Brenaxx came or not. It's okay, I'll make it up to him. I will.

  - - -

  After a while I'm aware that I'm no longer being fucked.

  I stretch and feel the limitations of movement imposed by the sand around me. Still I'm not afraid.

  I relax. He can't get away and something has been on my mind. “So you plunder the galaxy to keep your planet and society alive. Did it ever occur to you to trade or sell stuff, like every other civilization? Instead of just stealing stuff and killing everyone like common thieves?”

  Stars, I hope I'm not angering him. I can't get away if he takes offense. But I want him to be more than just a thief. He is more, dammit. He's so much better than that.

  “Gyr barren,” he says again. “Nothing grows.”

  “Seems to me it grows some pretty spectacular men.”

  “Men are not goods to be traded.” His voice is dark.

  “But they are workers to be hired. Soldiers. Warriors. The market rate for those is pretty high, you know. Well, not space marines. We don't make any money at all, almost. So don't get tricked by that recruiter, if you meet him. Sergeant Hanson. Gray hair, kinda gangly, likes to smoke? But you and your guys are probably the best fighters in the galaxy. You'd make a total killing, pardon the expression. Why not capitalize on that instead of just plundering?”

  He doesn't reply. Well, I suppose that's the best I could hope for. I don't know what good it could do to say these things. But I've fallen for him and I want him to be more than just a pirate. Much more.

  I yawn. The darkness and the physical exertion are making me sleepy.

  - - -

  I wake up and notice that Brenaxx is moving more than before. The sound of power tools is much weaker now. I hear a grunt from him and a tiny little ray of light shines in from above. He has rammed one sword straight up, and the blade goes all the way up to the surface and lets in a tiny sliver of sunlight before the hole is clogged by a little trickle of falling sand.

  I pull my panties and suit back on.

  Brenaxx keeps working on it for a good while, taking sand from above and depositing it underneath us, very systematically. I get it – he doesn't want a cave-in, so he's pretty much moving our little hole in the sand to the surface gradually. Like a bubble rising in a glass of water.

  Then there is sunlight again, and it stays there. Before I know it Brenaxx is pushing me the last couple of feet straight up, and then we're standing on the sand again.

  I take some deep breaths. It's very different from when we went down there. The sand dunes are completely changed. I can see the sandstorm disappearing fast, taking its terrible noise with it.

  I take Brenaxx' hand and look up at him. “You were right. I am safe.”

  He does something I didn't expect: he bends slightly at the waist and embraces me. I feel like I'm disappearing into him, and his smooth chest with hard muscles underneath feel wonderful on my cheeks. I embrace him too, as hard as I can. I don't want to let go.

  “Dakota always safe,” he growls into my hair.

  I'm starting to think that he's right.

  17

  - Dakota -

  We're walking again, and I feel that I could walk forever as long as I'm with this alien warrior. 'Pirate' isn't really a good name for him. He's too honorable and too real. Too much of a man.

  In the distance I see a mirage. It's a little lake with trees around it. Green trees. Well, that's what everyone sees in the desert. It's a trick of the light and the air, they said at the desert survival course. You're seeing things that aren't there. So it's important not to turn aside from your chosen direction to try to get to the water you think you're seeing. It's a waste of time and energy. And water.

  But that's exactly what Brenaxx is doing. He's turning to the right, straight for the mirage.

  I run to catch up with him. “That's a mirage, Brenaxx. It's not real water.”

  He looks down at me with an amused smile. “Kregaro,” he says. “Oasis. Water and many other things.”

  I squint at the mirage. It does look a lot like an oasis. And now that I think about it, I think mirages only show you water, not trees that look like real trees and that don't change each time you look at them. And if he knows that there is an oasis here, with its name and everything, then I suppose we could give it a chance. “Okay. But there's no shame in being wrong about that. If you see that it's not what you think, we'll just take up our old direction. I won't say anything.”

  “Important to not be attached to erroneous decisions,” he agrees. “Dakota much wise.”

  I don't know what it is about him, but every time he says something nice about me, I blush. He seems so sincere, not patronizing at all like some guys can be. Even here, pretty much helpless in a lethal desert, he makes me feel that I'm not completely useless or a burden.

  This man makes me feel good about myself. Like, really good.

  Yeah, definitely falling for him.

  So of course it turns out to be a real oasis. With a lake and trees and bushes and even flowers. It's big, too. Lots of trees that make it look like a forest. Maybe we won't have to sleep inside a monster tonight.

  I'm almost giddy with relief, so I walk beside Brenaxx the rest of the way. “So is that water drinkable? Not poisonous or something? I mean, it is water, right?”

  “Is water,” he confirms. “Clear, cool water in Kregaro. Best water on Gyr. Straight from the inside of planet. Gift of the Spirits.”

  Then he takes my hand into his. I look up at him. So are we a couple now? Kind of? Because I wouldn't mind that. For now, anyway. I'll have to play it by ear. The 'booty' thing and all that.r />
  He looks down at me, and those luminous eyes are mild and even ... moved? Something like that. I don't know. He's an alien. Well, I guess he's relieved too.

  We pass through the vegetation and bushes and grass, and then I'm standing on a beach with crystal clear water. I see no reason to wait, so I get down on my knees and drink my fill.

  Brenaxx leaves his swords on the shore and just dives in. Ah. This was what he meant when he asked me if I liked to swim. He knew this was here all along.

  Then I remember something I've tried to suppress since we came back to the surface – I have sand everywhere and it's chafing some of my more delicate bits.

  If Brenaxx can, then I can too. I shed my cumbersome battle suit and my panties and bra, then walk out the beach into the water. No bath has ever felt better. The water has a soothing quality, and I just lie still for a while, floating and feeling some of the fatigue melt off me. With some discreet moves with my fingers in certain places I dislodge the most annoying grains of sand, and I feel like a new Dakota.

  Brenaxx swims over to me. “Dakota enjoy swim.”

  “So this was what you were talking about earlier. You could have just told me.”

  “Brenaxx not sure oasis would be reached. Sandstorm always dangerous.”

  “But Brenaxx more dangerous,” I state calmly once more. It's just true. He has overcome everything.

  “Not dangerous to Dakota,” he responds and pulls me close.

  The evidence does point to that being true.

  We're both naked, and my hand almost automatically goes down to his crotch. That sensational sex toy he has for a cock is stiff and hard again, and the memory of what he can do with it sends a rain of delicious little tingles to my girly parts.

  He kisses me in that way he has, where he gently brushes his lips against mine as if to check that it's okay with me. My mind spins at the thought that this is the same alien pirate who attacked a hundred and fifty space marines with five of his buddies. He's both a ruthless fighter and a tender lover, and that complexity makes my heart beat much faster. Hard on the outside, soft on the inside. I was already falling for him, and every time he comes close to me I fall further. And he has to like me a little, right?

  He takes my hand and we wade ashore. Stars, he has the cutest little butt I've seen.

  On the fine sand beach he lays me down and kissed me more, so passionately I feel my breath sticking in my throat. He has to more than just like me.

  Can I allow myself to think that he feels the same for me as I do for him? It's very tempting to think that thought. But if I do, I might not be able to recover if it turns out that he doesn't. This is the big time. Not just a crush. This is Love, with capital L and roses and fireworks and orgasms so hard I lose track of time. And images of white picket fences that flash through my mind. And little cribs, too.

  He's over me and kisses me again, then moves down my body and kisses a hot track of little pecks down my chest and my stomach and is clearly aiming for somewhere nice. I arch my back in anticipation for his lips on my sex, but he makes me wait for it and kisses all around first, moving slightly closer to my slit every time. I moan in exhilaration and impatience.

  Then there's a short pause, I tense up, and then he gives me a deep lick all along my pussy, from the bottom to the top, sending little rays of hotness from my center all through my pelvis. He does it again, and I swear his tongue has some texture and some ridges and whatever else that hits my nerve endings just right.

  I lose track of what exactly he's doing, because it feels like there are three of four tongues on me, and I know that if he keeps this up, I'll have the quickest orgasm in history.

  I take hold of the top of his head to let him know that I like it, that whatever he does he can't stop now. His hair is fine and silky and thick, I register at the edge of my consciousness, because most of it is taken up with the incredible sensations down below. It's like he's caressing every part of my pussy at the same time, just like he did with his cock, except now he's not penetrating-

  Oh! I buck involuntarily as I feel him licking all around my opening and a little further in at the same time. How is that even possible? And my clit gets all the attention it wants, too. Well, almost. He's keeping the sensations just short of sending me into orbit, like he knows exactly where the limit lies. Oh, crap – don't tell me he's a mind reader, too? Or a pussy reader, I guess. Gods, I really have to take a closer look at that tongue. It has to be pretty damn special.

  It's like he knows what I'm thinking. Suddenly he concentrates on my clit with an intense onslaught of stimulation that clearly has something to do with ridges and texture, and I can't hold it off anymore. I don't have a choice here. He calls the shots. Fireworks erupt from my clit and my mind becomes a kaleidoscope of pleasure and erotic images. Each orgasm with this guy is different from the next, and I love it.

  He turns down the intensity and licks me slower and slower, lighter and lighter as I come down like a leaf slowly falling through warm, fragrant air.

  Then he shifts his position and just sits and holds me from behind. I have to say something to him now.

  “I love you.”

  “And Brenaxx loves Dakota,” he replies calmly, with a certainty so deep that it's like he's telling me that water is wet.

  I open my eyes slowly and take in the oasis. It's astoundingly beautiful, with the intensely green plants, the white sand and the turquoise water. It smells great, too, and-

  “Fuck!”

  I slam my legs together and cover my chest with my arm.

  Brenaxx holds me tighter and looks around, scanning for threats. “Dakota afraid?”

  “Who the hell are those?” I point across the lake with my one free hand. There are definitely people on the other side of the lake, a whole bunch of them, just looking at us from a hundred yards away.

  Brenaxx chuckles. “My tribe. This my village.”

  I look around. I can't see any houses at all. “This is a village?”

  “Underground,” he says and gets to his feet, clearly not embarrassed at all about having his friends watch him eat out an alien woman. “Homes are below, out of the light of Rem.”

  “Uh-huh.” I snatch my panties and my bra and put them on as fast as I can. “And here we are having an intimate moment on their public beach while they watch.”

  “Intimate moments not shameful on Gyr,” Brenaxx says earnestly. “Few women. Everyone interested.”

  I pull my heavy and cumbersome battle suit on. “No kidding. Well, I hope they got their money's worth.”

  I'm actually not that upset. I don't know these people at all. I don't care what they think of me. Being eaten out by Brenaxx is more than worth it.

  I stand there for a moment, just looking around. Now that I know that there are people here, I can see that there are signs of activity all around. There are half-hidden tracks, some wooden structures that can't be natural and other small clues that I didn't notice when we first came here. I didn't expect anyone to actually live here out in the desert. “So what do we do now?”

  18

  - Brenaxx -

  They come over to us. A small group of young and old men, no one in between. Adult male Xar don't spend much time at home. It's more important that we provide for our home planet out in space. It's been a while since I've been here.

  The village chief bows low. “Sire, it gladdens me to see you again. Too long must we live without your presence and guidance.”

  “I'm glad to be here too, Narek. It's somewhat of a coincidence that I was able to come here to Kregaro now. Tell me, is our Tribal Mother in good health?”

  Narek shrugs. “In as good health as any female can be who has grown up under Rem. Do you wish to see her, Sire?”

  “I do.”

  Dakota stands there and can't know what we're talking about. I will soon get my guidance and both our fates will be sealed.

  Narek makes no move. He's old, but he's spent all his life out in space, providi
ng for the tribe and the planet. He's not intimidated by me, and his correct protocol and suitably respectful posture can't fool anyone. He's not happy.

  He looks Dakota up and down with cold eyes. “This is an alien.”

  But he doesn't intimidate me, either. “She is.”

  “No alien may see Gyr. Sire.”

  I let a couple of heartbeats pass while I look at him. “I am aware of that, Narek.”

  “And yet, here she is.”

  He gets very close to reprimanding me, but stays on the right side of what is his right. But this is unprecedented. I understand him.

  “Yes.”

  He gazes to the horizon, looking at nothing in particular. “No alien may see Gyr.” His voice is as dry and cold as the desert at night.

  I am in no mood to explain myself to a village chief, but he's within his rights to point out something like this. “She's my Bayan.”

  A gasp goes through the little group. I'm taking a big chance here. If she turns out not to be, I've lost all credibility and may have to abdicate. No one can talk about the Bayan lightly, certainly not the king himself.

  I glance at Dakota. I haven't allowed myself to think the thought before now, though it has circled my consciousness relentlessly. Can she really be?

  “A Bayan who is an alien is still an alien.”

  This is a stubborn chief, as I well know. I've known him all my life. But I do believe he's wrong in this.

  “Be that as it may, I will see the Tribal Mother now.”

  “As is your right, Sire. And I will exercise my right to take the alien into custody.” He looks me right in the eyes, and I know he can do it. I can easily slaughter him and everyone here, as he well knows. But that would be extremely dishonorable. I would have no future here then. The fact that I'm even thinking the thought says a lot about how much Dakota means to me. If anyone would harm her, I would draw my swords.

  I turn to her. She doesn't know what's going on, but she must realize from the tone of our voice that there is some conflict. “Dakota, please go with this man.”

  “Why? What's going on?”