A Little Wish Upon a Star

by Breanna Hayse

  "Stop swearing. Would you care to lay a wager on your 'self-control'?"

  "Place your bet and I'll double it."

  Seth leaned in to her and whispered, "If you can resist touching me for a hundred counts, then you get a free pass the next time I owe you a spanking. I will also grant you pleasure however you desire."

  "Fair enough. No problem."

  "If you give into your need, you will freely give yourself to me however I desire you."

  "That doesn't sound like I'm losing much of a bet," she said and laughed.

  "Then it's a deal?"

  "It's a deal. Just in case I do decide to allow you to fuck me, please remember that my anatomy might not easily accept what you have to offer."

  "I would never hurt you in that way. I promise," he said.

  "Okay, then. Let those pheromones fly, cowboy."

  "First, take off your clothes. I don't want you dressed as a child when you give in to your urges."

  The dress found its way to the floor. "Sure. We wouldn't want anything to interfere with your feeble attempt to seduce me." She grinned. "Your turn. You might as well give me some eye candy, since there won't be anything else."

  "You truly are sassy, little miss. I am going to put you over my lap the second you give in. For my pleasure."

  "Good thing for my butt that that will not be happening then, huh?"

  Seth stripped off and sat back in his favorite chair with his arms crossed. He smirked as she immediately began to pace the floor and shake her hands in an attempt to distract herself from the onslaught of desire that suddenly fluxed through her body.

  "How is your 'self-control' holding up, Tabby-cat?" he asked demurely.

  "I'm fine!" she hissed, her pacing becoming more irregular and sharp. "How long has it been?"

  "Ten counts."

  "Fuck."

  "My lap is waiting for you to bend over it anytime." He patted his knee.

  "That is not going to happen." She pressed her thigh muscles together.

  Pacing rapidly, she tried to reduce the continuous, throbbing ache between her legs. It was excruciating—the same sensation as a pre-climax and the need to be taken over the edge.

  "How long?" she asked a while later from between clenched teeth.

  "Twenty-two counts, give or take. And no touching yourself if you want to be convincing that none of my attractants are bothering you," came the light taunt.

  Seconds later, she groaned loudly at the realization that she had lost the wager. She dragged her pulsating body over to him and reluctantly lay over his huge thighs. "Hurry up and get this done with. I need to come!" she moaned.

  "You are certainly wet," he teased, running his long finger along her slit. "Do you have something to say to me?"

  "Not really. Ow!" She yelped as he smacked her rump. "Not so hard! I'm still sore from earlier."

  "No, you aren't. We might need to do something about this fibbing."

  "No, we don't. And it's not fibbing, it is relating an event through my own personal perspective and my perception of pain. Yeowww! That hurts!" Tabby gasped as he spanked her again.

  "No, it doesn't." Once again, his big hand landed hard.

  "Ow! How do you figure?"

  "Well, from my personal perspective and perception of pain, I can honestly say that I don't feel a thing," he teased playfully.

  She squealed again. "Cut it out. You're spanking too hard and I don't like it!"

  "You don't have to like it. I just won the bet, so this is about my pleasure."

  "Remind me not to make any more bets with you. Damn!" She yelped as he swatted her again. Truthfully, it was not about the pain, but more about the principle. There was no way that she would ever admit that she was actually enjoying herself!

  "I'm not even using the electrical current this time. Do you like it better?" he asked, running his hand over her slightly discolored flesh.

  "No! It hurts. Owie!" She groaned at the two additional strikes. "What the hell is that? Ow! Oh my—"

  "No swearing. I'm seeking you out with my falas. That is our reproductive organ."

  "Holy crap," Tabitha mewed, as she felt the probing between her legs. "We call it a cock, and… damn! How do you do that? Mmm…"

  His long, soft member nuzzled against her opening and carefully worked its way inside, gently stretching and exploring her moistness. Seth spanked her again, making her bottom jiggle while his unusual cock swelled firmly within her.

  "This is… oh," she moaned, allowing him to spread her legs wider.

  "I told you that I was gifted as a hybrid. I have independent movement of my falas, as well as the ability to change its thickness. There is also this…"

  The hot, smooth ridge of the head of his bulbous cock began to slide back and forth against her g-spot, humming with the vibrations of his natural electricity. His hand fell in cadence to the plunging movement.

  Dizzy with sensation, Tabby reacted with pure instinct. She dug her fingers into his legs to brace her body and receive the amazing instrument that contorted itself to the perfect angle and length to fill her. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her body bucked to join his rhythm.

  "So close…" she gasped, feeling the head of his cock grow even larger within her. Another sensation, like that of lips wrapping themselves around and then skillfully sucking on her clit, sent a trail of shivers down her arched back. "Mother of… What is that?"

  "An adaption of a foreskin."

  "But you're circumcised," she panted.

  "The tissue is tucked between the cock and the scrotum and exists strictly to serve the purpose of pleasure. It can give the sensation of sucking, licking, tapping, and even, if the time is right, a little biting…"

  Screams of primal joy echoed through the room as the alien man brought Tabitha to a place of absolute sexual release. Every nerve and fiber in her body was powered with a current of electricity that flew from her pores, turning the surface of her skin into a sparkling light show. She bucked and twisted with endless spasms, her nerves igniting one after another before she finally collapsed in a boneless heap. As she panted heavily in an effort to revive her spent body, she felt his cock returned to its rightful place, leaving behind a well-satisfied, but empty void.

  "What in the world did you do to me?" she whispered, unable to gather enough strength to even lift her head.

  "Nothing special." Seth chuckled.

  "That's not fair. I know you must have thrown every spare pheromone you had in my direction."

  "Not at all. I promised not to intentionally alter my chemistry, remember? That was all you and your response to pleasure, my girl. Would you like some more?"

  "I don't think I could survive another orgasm," she muttered into his lap. "That was like having seven in a row."

  "Since I won the bet, I will decide that."

  "Nooo…."

  "Take a drink and then kiss me," he ordered, sitting her up and placing a glass of water to her mouth.

  She drank deeply, relishing the sweet tingling liquid that quickly refreshed her. He replaced the goblet with his mouth, probing her with a tongue that tasted like wild cherry.

  "Damn, you taste good," she muttered against his lips.

  "It's my turn to taste you." He carried her to the large bed and placed her on her back, his huge body hovering over her as he continued to probe her mouth with his tongue.

  "Place your arms over head," he whispered, grabbing her wrists and pressing them down against the mattress. He uttered a word and Tabby felt something soft and warm wrap around her wrists and over her eyes. Before she could protest, her ankles were equally bound. Slowly, she felt her limbs being stretched spread-eagle.

  "This arouses you!" Seth proclaimed, standing at the foot of the bed between her spread thighs. "Let's see what else excites you."

  He started with her throat, his fingers tingling against her flesh and bringing the pale hair of her arms to stand on end. Tracing the pink rounds of her nipples, he paused to suckl
e and then bite gently upon the pebbly nubs, and was rewarded with a groan. He licked and nibbled down her stomach and to the tender crease of her groin, where her pulse pounded with excitement.

  "Owww!" she moaned, as his teeth sank into her inner thigh.

  "Oh, Heavenly Ceres," he purred, biting the other side. Her hips arched to receive the pain. "Your scent…"

  He took her pussy into his mouth and slipped his tongue into her wetness. Tabby lifted her bottom, feeling him slide his hands underneath her so he could partake of her sweetness. She gave up trying to understand the mixture of sensations that awakened her core to a need that she knew only he could fulfill.

  "Fuck me," she whispered hoarsely. Her breath left her lungs as his rigid manhood worked its way to her depths and began to instantly swell, locking the vibrating head in place. This time he moved his hips in long, slow but strong lunges, filling her each time with his pulsating shaft.

  He removed the blindfold and locked eyes with her, drawing her into himself with his gaze and that special 'Ability' to see into the soul. Tabby lost awareness of everything around her except for him. He became her world… her breath… the fullness of her pleasure. Through his eyes, she could envision every nuance of his being; as though they were fused together to become a single, magnificent whole. Together, their hearts pounded as one, their mouths joined in a crushing embrace as he arched his body and released himself to her. Hot, tingling liquid shot into her womb, taking her over the edge and sending her rocketing into the heights and into a state beyond all reason and self-control. It was nothing less than touching heaven.

  The restraints were removed and she was pressed neatly to his chest. Her eyes were heavy with lust and her body sore, but most importantly, she felt content. She chuckled out loud, still oblivious to anything other than his presence.

  "What are you thinking?" Seth asked, lazily twirling her hair between his fingers.

  "That it took traveling to the other side of the galaxy before I could find a man who could actually satisfy me. And this was without me having to tell him!"

  "To think that you doubted my prowess," he teased.

  "I will never again question your lovemaking skills. Or what a great cuddler you are."

  "I'll remind you of that the next time you get angry with me, okay?"

  "Deal." She rested her face on his shoulder and looked at him. "I really want to explore more of what happened today during our outing. Does that make me weird?"

  "Not at all. It makes you wonderfully and beautifully human."

  "And I want to fly one of your space ship thingies."

  "I already told you that you're too small to do it safely," he said resolutely.

  "I happen to be five foot seven, and tall enough to be an air force jet pilot, so why can't I do this?"

  "Because our ships are designed to accommodate the minimum height of an adult Lotopian. That is, by Earth's standards, six foot two. Earth children don't fly planes and neither do Lotopian."

  "My people work together to find the means to accommodate those who have other standards outside the 'norm'." She gestured the quotation marks. "Why haven't you?"

  "Sweetheart," he said patiently as he sat up, "we don't have a need for that. Lotopians are not affected by disease or genetic anomalies; hence, there is no person here who would be considered challenged."

  "It sounds like this is a society of clones. Everyone is pretty, perfect, tall and young-looking. How boring! What about the others—like your mother?"

  "Even if the Helminthe were permitted within the city and were allowed to fly, they lack the intelligence to learn."

  "I cannot for one minute believe that you have a Helminth for a mother. It was scary just watching her stalk your dad and hearing her scream at him. Thank God she doesn't know English," Tabitha muttered.

  "I should probably warn you that she speaks through a mechanical translator. It won't take anything to add your language to the data banks. All she needs to do is to capture a sentence."

  "I guess this would be a good time for me to learn to shut my mouth then, huh?"

  He chuckled. "I would say so. What would you say to a warm bath and a snack, and then we call it a day?"

  "I say that you still owe me dessert!"

  "What am I going to do about that little sweet tooth of yours?" Seth asked affectionately.

  "Feed it." She grinned, eyeing his cock. "Let's see if you really do adjust your flavor to taste like something I thoroughly enjoy…"

  Chapter Ten

  The shower that morning had been incredible. Seth had presented her with a prototype cleansing unit and given her instructions on its operation just before he left to attend to his duties. Tabby had wasted no time in exploring the functions of the new device and entered the bullet-shaped containment center.

  The walls were lined inside with a shining vertical frame of eight metal rods, dissected with several slightly curved horizontal bars. With her back to the wall, she straddled the meridian that divided the foot basin in half. For a normal sized Lotopian, the meridian's edge would have reached just above the ankle, but for her it touched the center portion of both inner thighs. Seth had told her that the machine was self-adjusting and would analyze her personal comfort level, so she only needed to press the appropriate lit areas as they appeared and adjust to a higher or lower level by tapping the up and down arrow above the primary panel. A red square between them was the off switch.

  She pressed the violet circle on the control panel to select the water temperature and then proceeded to select the program for low intensity. Two bars lowered from the sides and she wrapped her fingers around them, activating the program. The unit hummed and then released a warm downpour of the incredible teal water upon her head, drenching her quickly. Snake-like tentacles slipped from holes in the frame and began to scrub every inch of her, from her head to her toes, in tiny, snapping motions that left her flesh tingling. Between the machine's ability to analyze and adjust to her comfort level and the natural stimulation of the Lotopian water, it had been heaven!

  "Human! Present yourself to me!" a voice screeched, startling her out of that blissful post-shower memory. Tabby had been sitting alone in the crystal garden, waiting for Seth to return from the meeting with his father. Her body was still aching, but satisfied, after several 'phases' of intense sex that had allowed Seth to practice his 'Ability'. Each time they had locked eyes, the sex had been even more phenomenal. Now, after the shower, she also felt quite drained of her patience.

  "Excuse me? I know you weren't talking to me like that," she snarled in the direction of the creature waddling towards her.

  Without hesitation, H'annaot snatched her by the hair and dragged her face toward hers. Tabby gagged at the stench of her breath and tried to break away from the incredibly strong grip.

  "Obey your queen, you animal."

  "You are no queen of mine, and you'd better watch your back if you think you are going to call me an animal, you ugly toad. Let go of my hair!"

  The Helminth yanked harder. Tabby's neck tweaked and she clenched her teeth at the sour-smelling, hot, moist breath on her neck. The creature whispered, "If you did not stink like my son, I would have you for a meal. Maybe if we toss you into a pot of water and add a little seasoning…"

  "Mother! Release her!" Seth shouted.

  Tabby landed hard on the floor as she was shoved away.

  "You need to control this vile creature. It attacked me," H'annaot complained.

  "You lying, ugly sack of shit!" Tabby shouted, diving at the corpulent beast and shoving her from behind. It was like hitting a brick wall.

  "That's enough, honey," Seth said softly, standing between them. "Let me handle this."

  "Jabba the Hut here pulled my hair and threatened to eat me," Tabby told him.

  "Mother, you will not eat my human. She belongs to me and is off limits."

  "Then put it in a cage. I do not wish to see it."

  "Then close your eyes, you fucking, bloa
ted bitch," Tabitha shouted, held back by Seth's hand around her wrist.

  "Do you hear how she addresses her queen before her subjects?" H'annaot gestured to the small gathering of Lotopian palace workers. "She needs training—or to be put down."

  "You—"

  "Tabitha, I said I would handle this. Go to our room."

  "I most certainly will not," she growled, glaring at the Helminth's face. "You'd better start sleeping with one eye open, worm. If you ever put one more claw on me, I swear I will shove a tree trunk up your ass and roast you over a fire!"

  Seth narrowed his eyes, ignoring the whispers of the people around him. "I said that was enough. Go."

  "But…"

  "Now, Tabitha. Before I get angry," he said sternly.

  His scent was strong. Forest fire and woodland smoke. Too late—he was, literally, smoldering. Tabby turned on her heels and stomped out of the room, kicking several plants and shattering the crystal shards over the path.

  Her anger had grown to infinite proportions by the time she reached the fork in the hall. She froze and glanced to the left; the direction of Seth's quarters and the path to obedience. To the right was the way of escape and independence; the landing bay. Her mind and her emotions wrestled one another for the upper hand, and the winner pushed her to take the first step forward.

  Ducking behind the wall, she waited until one of the guard droids walked past and then scurried to the flawless, white, egg-shaped vessel belonging to the king. Glancing around, she fiddled with the hatch until it finally opened and then climbed inside. After the door closed behind her, she sank deep into the co-pilot's chair with her legs curled underneath her and wrapped her arms around her knees. She began to rock herself, trying to soothe the rage within.

  The anger and hatred were beyond anything she had ever allowed herself to feel in her 'former' life, knowing that the fear of losing what little control she pretended to have had dictated her emotions. Pretending was over, as was the formal life, and all that remained was a child's heart in a woman's body; a heart that had been broken too many times by the uncaring, unfeeling and unknowing people who had crossed her path. These suppressed emotions had nowhere else to turn and, in one quick breath, she broke down into a sobbing puddle of heartache.