Don't Call Me Kitten!

by Arwen Jayne

  Ally steeled herself for what she was about to admit. “I’ve always fantasised about it and I’d rather not have a throat full of spikes when you come. I’ve, um, prepared myself.”

  Mendal should have know Ally would plan and think the problem through. “Have you now? Is that why you were taking so long in the bathroom.”

  Ally bristled. “I didn’t take that long. I just needed to get the damn butt plug out I’d put in earlier today.”

  Upal laughed. He hadn’t imagined Ally being so enterprising. “So you had one already or you sourced one through some high speed same day delivery service did you?” he teased.

  “I had one already. There, I’ve said it. Now you know what sort of woman you’re mating.”

  “One with imagination, courage, resolve and quick thinking I would say.” Mendal let a little of his reptilian side come to the fore. His teeth lengthened, his eyes blazed brighter but he was still human to look at. Ally couldn’t see the slight change but Upal could.

  Upal raised an eyebrow but decided to let it be, if Mendal wanted to let his animal out a bit that was his business. He had better things on his mind. “Come Ally.” He took her hand and led her to the bedroom. The guys had been quickly improvising too. During the afternoon they’d bought a queen size bed off Jeff at the pub. They’d told him it was an emergency. The pub owner had growled something about being rather busy and had chucked them some keys. He’d told them to go get the bed and pay him in the morning. Melissa had given them some sheets in exchange for helping Rob with a hydraulic hose repair he was in the middle of when they'd turned up. It had taken even longer to get the oil off afterwards and scrub up as presentable for the pub night. They’d quickly made the bed while Ally was in the shower after the three of them had made an early exit after their discussion with Simon and then sharing a pizza.

  Upal guided Ally to the bed, distracting her from the aroused menace that followed her into the room. “Please tell me you’re not a virgin. I want this to be as good for you as it can be.”

  Ally shrugged her shoulders. That was at least one of the few things her ex boyfriend had done for, not that she’d rave about the experience. “No problems there. You can skip on the foreplay too. If you ask me the whole day has been one very long day of anticipation. I’m over it. I’m both scared and aroused. I want you both so badly.”

  “If that’s the case I think you should lie down and lift your legs up, lace your ankles either side of my neck, because I’m going to make the most of having you to myself while Mendal plays voyeur and stews in his own arousal over there.”

  Ally positioned herself as he described, feeling vulnerable and open but excited to the core. She felt him nudge his long, hard, thick cock against the softness of her warm wet entrance. She shuddered.

  “You sure on the no foreplay bit.”

  “I’m quite sure of it Upal, please. I’m in need here. I feel like an empty electrical socket.”

  Trust their electrician to find that analogy. “Then let me plug you.” His long length worked its way into her, going deep. She was damned tight. He’d need to loosen her up a bit before Mendal got at her. Lifting his hips back he pulled out about three quarters of the way, watching the shifting expressions of delight, lust and ecstasy play across her face. Then he drove in again.

  “Yes...oh, yes. Please Upal. Give it to me.”

  Upal determined there and then he would never deny the lady her pleasure. “Just remember not to come, and don’t ask me to come, not yet.” He reminded her.

  Ally filed that note in some still functioning recess of her mind. “More Upal. You’re so deep in me. I thought it could be....ah, fuck yes.”

  Upal switched off her mind as he pistoned into her. If deep is what she wanted he’d give it to her gladly.

  Mendal watched them for a bit. It was killing him to restrain himself but he wanted Ally well and truly aroused before he took her as he must. He frowned. He’d cornered Thex earlier in the day for advice. The man had kindly bent his head to his and given him the knowledge he needed.

  “You really never have?” Thex had asked.

  He didn’t like discussing it but when you were having full and frank discussions then truth was required. “Upal and I are virgins in every way Thex. There’s not a lot of scope for play when you’re in the service of the Din. Since you guys freed us we hadn’t thought to seek that kind of companionship. Honestly we thought most women would be either disgusted, horrified or terrified when they realised the full extent of our post Din hybrid anatomy and what it meant. We’d both discussed our love for Ally but kept emotionally distant from her. We thought she was George’s girlfriend to tell the truth and we had too much respect for George to hurt him that way. We didn’t know she wasn’t reciprocating his feelings.”

  “Don’t worry about George. We’ll look after him. There’s someone special waiting in his future.”

  “I’m glad.”

  Now here he stood at the back of the room, his animal side urging him to take this woman, his friend and professional colleague, and make her his mate. He couldn’t hold back any longer. “Enough! Rollover you two. I want in.”

  Upal turned his head to grin at him. “I wondered how long you could hold it in.”

  Mendal looked down at the appendages in question. They certainly weren’t inside his body where they normally resided. They were fully engorged, their throbbing nagging him to put at least one of them to use.

  It had taken little time for Upal to change places with Ally on the bed. “Straddle me angel”

  Ally had never imagined a guy could have this much stamina. He was like a bucking bull, driving his hips up into her from beneath her. She closed her eyes for a moment imagining she was a rodeo rider, a naked one. Gyrating her hips she thrust herself hard onto his cock, meeting his upward charge, playing him.

  Mendal startled her from her reverie when he slapped her on the bum. Upal wrapped his long arms around her and pulled her down towards his torso. She panicked for a moment as she worried what was coming but Upal saw it and kissed it away with his passion. “It will be alright sweetheart. The more your can give yourself to us the less it’s going to hurt. You’ve got arguably the world’s best scientist and spaceship engineer looking after you. We’ll take good care.”

  She couldn’t argue with that but spaceship mechanics and physics didn’t necessarily equate to an understanding of biology. Yet she did trust them. She wanted this, she reminded herself. She chose that precise moment to let go and yield.

  Upal noticed that she’d relaxed. “That’s my girl.”

  Mendal growled in appreciation from behind. Being somewhat left brained he’d gone with using his right hand cock which he now had nestled at her ass. He took a moment to apply plenty of the lubricant Thex had donated to the cause. He’d promised it would make it better for her, women being a little more sensitive than men in that area. So he used plenty and let a well lubed finger gentle ease into her. His restraint was strangling him but he would be damned if he hurt her. If by some miracle he could make this good for her maybe she’d let them share her again. He hoped like hell they could because this whole scene was damned hot. Sweat beaded on his brow. Who knew they should have cooled the room down before they started this.

  Mendal felt Ally push against his finger. Good girl, she’d done her research too. “Ally, you sure...?

  “Hell yes. It’s the only way. Don’t back out now.”

  He removed his finger and replaced it with his cock, teasing her entrance then pushed in, tentatively.

  Ally relaxed, realising this bit wasn’t as painful as she thought it might have been. For someone as aroused as she knew he was he was taking great care. “Okay, I’m okay. I think I can take a little more.”

  Underneath her Upal eased out of her a little. Mendal took up the slack. She could feel them, one against the other inside of her, separated by...well not much. As Mendal pushed in Upal drew out more and then they seemed to reverse. Her mind su
rfed a wave of wonder as she realised the pleasure of their tandem onslaught. one in, one out and so it went. There wasn’t one surface of her interior that wasn’t massaged by their dual action. A g-spot she thought she hadn’t had purred with delight, her female ejaculate flooding Upal. Oh shit she was more than close. “Now! Come now!”

  Two sets of spines latched onto her insides but as she opened her mouth to scream from the excruciating pain chemicals that injected from those same spines hit her system sending her into an unimaginable bliss.

  23

  Silwa was waiting at the opening to the underground cave system when Simon and Helena materialised. “Ah, you brought her I see.” He turned to the woman, bowing ever so slightly. “You’ve got guts dear. I’ll give you that. Come this way. We don’t have a lot of time do we Simon?”

  “Not much at all. I’ll go catch up with Thomas and meet you back here when you’re done.” Knowing the cave passages like the back of his hand Simon dematerialised and went precisely where he wanted to go.

  Silwa offered Helena his hand. “Come initiate. I will take you to the Metano chamber.

  Helena accepted his hand. When in Rome and all that. The guy was obviously an alien of some kind. She would love to study his DNA.

  “Would you now?”

  Helena groaned. “Oh, not another mind reader.”

  “It’s not that uncommon my dear. Not once you reconnect with your source. The hard thing becomes keeping others out.” They turned a corner down the passage and he pulled a brightly coloured door hanging to the side so they could pass through. “In here if you please.”

  Helena took in the large chamber. The floor seemed to be made of a mica type stone inlaid with an intricate mandala. Above, in the high vaulted ceiling, was the biggest quartz crystal she had ever seen. What she couldn’t fathom was how it had grown to have seven points. Quartz was usually six. “Impressive.”

  “The looks are the least of its powers. Go and make yourself comfortable in the centre of the mandala. I know you western hemisphere humans aren’t always the most flexible of creatures. If you are able a cross legged position of lotus would be best. You don’t want to fall too far when we do this.”

  Helena bit her tongue. She was anything but inflexible. She went and sat where instructed. “Now what?”

  “Now you get your one last chance to back out. I’m sure Simon would have explained that this procedure is profoundly painful if you resist. It is better not to begin if you are at all unready or unwilling.”

  “But if I go with the flow I’ll be right?”

  “It will help to minimise things. So what’s it to be?”

  “Let’s do it.”

  Silwa bowed deeply then, a show of respect to her commitment. “As you will.” He turned and left. Some hidden beings rolled a stone across the outside of the doorway sealing her in. Now what? No one had really explained what she should expect.

  Deep within her brain she felt a tickling sensation. It wasn’t painful but it was a bit creepy. It started slow and then built like something was trying to get in. Words. She thought she heard words inside her skull. Should she be losing it just yet?

  Who are you? At least that’s what she thought the words said. She couldn’t be sure they’d been spoken in either Russian or English or something far older but she had understood their intent.

  “My name is Helena.”

  No you are not. A resonance started up. Helena wasn’t sure if it was in her mind or in the chamber or coming from the the crystal above. There seemed to be no boundary to the vibration. Who are you? The question came again.

  “Look”, she pointed to herself, “this is me. I don’t know what answer you want. Tell me and I’ll gladly give it to you”

  You are not what you think you are. The response seemed patient but resolute. The increasing vibration was not, it was brutal. Helena’s vision swam. She held her hand in front of her face, for something to focus on but it had been a bad idea. Her hand was dissolving. She could see the very atomic structure that made up her hand. She could see the aura of light that surrounded it. It was something more than fairy sight. She looked down at her body. It too was dissolving into particles. There was no boundary holding the whole thing together, just the force of her will. “Shit!”

  Pain sliced through her as her mind resisted what was happening to her. The resonance increased and she arched her back in pain, screaming.

  Let go of your falsehood. The voice reminded her of why she was here. Helena took a deep breath, that is if she still had any real lungs to breathe with. At the very least she visualised it and let it go. She thought of all her doubts and fears about herself, all her regrets and all her achievements. And she let the whole thing go. It was there still, hovering on the edge of her perception but it wasn’t her self. She let go into the vastness of her being, into the electric blue light that encompassed her, embraced her and she passed out.

  Silwa was gently shaking her. She was aware again that she had a skin surface giving her a field of operation. She accepted Silwa’s hand up, still a little wobbly.

  “You have done well initiate. Come! Come learn of the science of sound and what it can do.”

  Science, there was something familiar sounding. Intrigued she followed as he led her down a hall to a large almost auditorium like place where other Shang were chanting. “Simply listen, open to the sound, open to the true self you just found. Let the very sound teach you.”

  Helena wasn’t sure how she could learn a science just by experiencing it but her inquisitive nature was always willing to give things a try. She closed her eyes and let the rumbling deep resonant sound of overtone chanting wash over her. Stepping once more to the side of her ego identification she connected to the space and light that surrounded it. within her being it was as if points of light along her spine lit up and started to spin. Impelled by some inner force to do so she opened her throat and joined the chant, singing ancient words in a language she didn’t know she knew.

  What seemed only minutes later Simon reappeared, gently shaking her from her trance. “Times up. We must go.”

  “Where to?” She almost didn’t want to go. She felt at home in the sound that surrounded her.

  “Why South America of course. The others are already there waiting for us. Come, I have a surprise for you.” He led her back down the cavern he’d just come from, stopping at a large niche carved into the rock.

  Helena sucked in her breath at the sight of it’s contents. “It’s a Jota.” Honestly she’d expected a statue or an ancient mural. Not this. She stretched out her hand to caress the recently restored upholstery on its seat. She didn’t dare touch its paintwork. It shone with a lustre that could only be described as a vibrant orange diamond.

  “Harder than diamond. It’s been treated with something we call Sama crystal. Your mate is encased in the stuff but for this use it is a marvelously protective coating.

  Helen knelt down to inspect the V-twin engine in awe. “It’s a 1980’s Laverda”

  “Racing version, whatever that is. George did try to explain it all to me when he came up last month to work on it. Apparently one of the fastest bikes made in its day. Finally-crafted by Italian machinery makers who appreciated the speed. It was left up here in the mountains at the end of the last century when some Italian mountaineer didn’t make it back down from the peak. The Shang decided it had a soul and was destined to serve a higher purpose so they brought it underground. The energies down here must have saved it from rusting away. George says it’ll go like a charm but within a very fine set of tolerances, as you would expect from a thoroughbred engine. He left you some tools in the panniers in case you need to give it a tweak.”

  So the bike would need a fair amount of tender loving care. She couldn’t begrudge it that. “What are you saying Simon? That I can ride it?”

  “It’s yours Helena. The Shang are giving it to you. This too.” He fished into his seemingly cavernous pocket and retrieved a ring, an electric
blue coloured crystal set in a coppery gold metal. “Silwa wants you to have this. The stone is sacred to their blue ray goddess. It doesn’t occur on this planet. The ring itself is made from a metal alloy that hasn’t been seen on the earth for over ten thousand years.”

  “The fabled orichalcum?” Frankly she was stunned. Who’d have thought there was some truth in those old Atlantis legends. She’d have to quiz him more on that some time. “But why me?”

  “Because you are destined to heal the soul DNA of this planet.”

  Helena shook her head, uncertain. “I don’t even know what soul DNA is. Computers, labs and microbiology, that I understand, souls no. And how am I going to use the bike? I can’t exactly teleport it out of here. When Michael was teaching me last night he said only the super beings like Meta and John could give lifts to other beings. He didn’t mention anything about teleporting bikes.”

  “We’ll ignore for a moment that you are a super being, a highly evolved being from Sirius who chose to be on this planet at this critical time. You came to the Himalayas today wearing clothes didn’t you?”

  “Yes?”

  “Well it is only a matter of widening your perspective a little. Seeing the bike a piece of clothing. Bond with it. Let it be part of you.”

  “Bond with it you say.” She wasn’t sure how to go about doing that but having put the ring on her finger she decided to hop on.

  Simon let her settle for a moment and then got on behind her. “You realise I only have the purest of intentions for holding on to you.” He warned before wrapping his arms around her. Then he joined his mind with hers and helped her bond with the bike. “Take the image from my mind. That is our destination.”