In a moment, an elder from the opposing tribe stepped up with a sheet of parchment in hand. He set it out between the two alien warriors, and each man scribbled a signature upon its surface. Then, they stepped back and bowed to one another. The silence in that moment seemed suffocating, but it was at last broken when the two men locked hand in hand, and pumped their collective fists up into the air in a sign of victory.
The room burst into wild applause, cheering madly and celebrating this most monumental of achievements. Although I, personally, had very little to do with these beings or their strife’s, past or present, I couldn't help but be swept up in the celebration, feeling as though I was bearing witness to something of the utmost significance, that would forever change lives for the absolute best.
My attention, however, was suddenly and wholly redirected. In celebration of the moment, the opposition leader brought his female into his arms, and planted a long, passionate kiss upon her lips, to an additional uproar of cheers from the audience. I knew, instinctively, that the same was expected of me, and I turned to face Zocor. He was indeed moving in toward me, but cautiously, with an expression that seemed to sympathize with my anxieties, but indicated that this was, in fact, every bit necessary to the success of the presentation.
In a fraction of an instant, I forced down my reservations as best I could, and allowed myself to receive him. His lips were upon me, melting into my own, and I allowed myself to dissolve forward into them. Through the ringing in my ears I could faintly hear the cheering of the crowd surrounding us, booming on behalf of that which had just taken place, but I was entirely too swept up in the kiss to pay it all that much heed.
I was enveloped in the moment, consumed by passion... It was unlike any kiss I had ever before given or received, filling me up with ecstasy, and causing me to burn with the very sorts of feelings I had longed to feel for so very, very long up to this point.
At last the two of us separated, and I noticed the smile spread across Zocor's lips, making me want to lean in and kiss them again. But the moment had passed, I could tell, and it was time for other means of celebration to be gotten underway.
For some time, with my head still swimming dizzily, I forced myself to go along with whatever was asked for me. In any other mindset it would admittedly have been a fun time, with dancing and singing, all of the finest delicacies in a large, decadent feast, and a general mood of such merriment that it seemed impossible that these two factions had ever possessed anything but the absolute warmest feelings for one another.
But all the while, in spite of revolution and the arrival of a brand new dawn for a whole group of people, I found myself transfixed in my mind upon that single kiss, unable to think of anything else, and my entire life seeming to upend itself with regard to the sensations that had coursed through me when Zocor's lips were upon mine.
It felt as though we were there for hours, and perhaps we were, as far as my ability to keep track of the time just then was concerned. But at last, Zocor seemed to detect my look of dazed astonishment on my face, and he offered to take me back to his ship to get changed, so that I could at last make my way back home.
I found myself simultaneously loving and dreading this proposal, but whatever my true feelings, I found myself taking him up on his offer in a heartbeat.
Chapter 4
“So... I suppose this is it, then?”
“Yes, I... I suppose so,” I said uncertainly, staring awkwardly down at the floor as I spoke. I was feeling so conflicted just at that moment, unable to decide what I genuinely wanted, but at that point it all seemed sealed, set on its course, and I felt as though I was locked in my present trajectory.
“Well... To be honest, I know we've only been acquainted for a couple of days, but... Well, I would be lying to you if I said I didn't anticipate missing your company once you've gone... It's been a pleasure getting to know you, and I cannot overstate how wonderfully you handled yourself earlier today.”
“Oh, that... That was... Nothing, really...”
The feelings between the two of us seemed to be welling up just beneath the surface, dying to get out, but unable to find the proper route by which to do so.
I struggled to find the right words, or an opportunity to say that which I desired to say. But my mind felt trapped, unable to process the situation, or to arrive at the point where it needed to be. The words caught in my throat, choking me, and I wished to God that he could be the one to speak up, to save me from making such a tremendous mistake as leaving. But he said nothing of the sort I wished to hear, no matter how desperately I may have wished him to do so, and I knew the moment for him to propose what I wanted had all but passed.
“Well then,” he said, clearing his throat once more. “Let me just... Go and grab your payment, and you can change back into your Earth wardrobe and be on your way.”
“Zocor, wait,” I found myself saying, honestly surprising myself. Without even fully realizing it I'd reached out a hand to grab his wrist, locking him in place, and leaving me astonished at my own actions as he turned his head to face me.
The two of us stared at one another for a long, interminable moment, the words still not coming to me which I felt so desperately needed to be said. “I... I...” But at a certain point, the need to say anything at all seemed to up and dissolve. Substituting for language, his lips suddenly came up to mine yet again. Although I suspected it before, there was now no doubt in my mind whatsoever that that first kiss we'd shared at the signing of the peace treaty had been more than just a show put on for an excited audience. There had been real feelings there, real, genuine emotion, and now that the crowds had dispersed and the two of us could be alone at last, that emotion was suddenly bursting, flooding over the two of us in our ecstasy.
We stumbled, making out frantically, in the direction of his bedroom, and my body fell heavily down upon the surface of his mattress, settling into place as he climbed up on top of me to ravish me with kisses. I couldn't believe how quickly I was surrendering myself to his delicate touch, allowing myself to give into such intense feelings. But I found I could no longer resist his temptation, and God, oh God, how my head was spinning...
He was sliding me out of my clothes, undoing me from that ornate outfit and reducing me to my sheer, vulnerable nudity. At last, with a considerable degree of finesse, he managed to remove the last shred of fabric from me, leaving me naked and trembling, and all too ready for him in that moment. I could tell that the painted contours of my nudity pleased him immensely, and in accordance with this fact I felt his alien manhood, hardening up against me, making me burn for him. He swept his hands all over my naked body, touching, feeling, squeezing, ravishing me from head to toe.
Down, down, down he fell, gradually progressing toward the space between my thighs, at which point I braced myself. He pushed my legs apart, and dipped his head down. Sensations began to ripple through my body instantly as I felt the glory of his tongue pushing up into my pussy, exploring me, causing my buttocks to clench as the pleasure invaded me. I arched my spine up from the bed, panting heavily, and pushed my body further up into him, smothering him in his perfect oral love. Moans of the utmost ecstasy began to pour from deep inside me, my fingers curling up into the blankets as I seized the bed for support. Every inch of my flesh seemed to tremble, and my nostrils flared as his precious green head continued to bob, to suck, to lick, and at last he set me spinning wildly over the edge with pleasure.
Slowly, as though teasing me, he pulled his head out from between my still trembling thighs, licking his lips. Gradually he pulled back, and began to slide out of his own attire, revealing to me once more that powerful warrior's physique of his, his muscles throbbing and looking unspeakably decadent as I imagined the prospect of them taking over, enveloping me.
And now, I saw, as he stripped down to nothing whatsoever, his manhood raged for me, hard and long and thick, desiring my flesh with an intensity that could not be questioned. It looked splendid upon him somehow,
jutting so perfectly from his body, and I loved the feeling as it slid along my thigh, its heat seeming to cut right through me as he neared his intended target.
And slowly, he began to penetrate me, evoking a series of light whimpers as he gradually pushed his way inside me. His hands were on my shoulders for balance, his lips on mine and kissing me delicately, and gradually, inch by inch by inch, he buried himself deep in my body, pushing me apart so fiercely that the friction was like sweet, sweet murder.
At long, long last he touched down, his pelvis pressed firmly against my own, and I loved the feeling of him being inside me, hot and thick and wonderful in every way. He began, very gradually to stroke, to thrust, to hump me. The heat of his pelvis intensified gradually and then was pulled away, back and forth, back and forth, in a steady, agonizing rhythm. And then, faster and faster and faster, his need for me amplifying in accordance with his velocity.
Before long, he was fucking me in earnest, pounding me fiercely, causing my breasts to bounce across my chest, and then to burn as he squeezed them. A steady, passionate howl of pleasure streamed forth from inside me, and my body seemed in that moment to revolve around him, and nothing but him, in the entire goddamn universe.
He hurled himself inside me with a final, decisive blow, and held himself clenched in place deep within. He unleashed himself inside me, filling me up with a tremendous heat, and I was sent bursting with orgasm, my body on fire, and such pleasure echoing through every nook and crevice of my anatomy that it genuinely defied words.
My head was lighter than air when, at last, he slowly extricated himself from inside me, the two of us panting, sweaty and exhausted, but pleased beyond our wildest dreams.
“So,” he said at last, still gasping for breath but with a measure of composure restored to him, “I'm guessing this means there's a chance you might be thinking about staying?”
I smiled at him, still panting, and answered teasingly, “I guess we'll just have to wait and see, now won't we?”
And with that, he wrapped me up in his arms once more, continuing to kiss me as the two of us wrapped up together, our heads light and the afternoon of our many ecstasies only just beginning.
I had, after all, just embarked on the most amazing journey of my life with this man. It would have been a shame to give up and ship off back to Earth just when things were getting interesting...
THE END
BONUS STORIES
Gravity
Chapter 1
“Incoming holo-message.”
“About damn time,” Tessa muttered. With a flick of her wrist she signaled the computer to open and display the message. The image of a starfish-like creature, with a round body and eight appendages, coalesced in the middle of her office.
“Just as we suspected…” Tessa said to the empty room. “This suggests that the Callistian’s tendrils originally evolved as appendages for locomotion.”
Tessa had been waiting for three long days for the Callistians to send her their latest fossil findings. She would have loved to examine them in person, but her body could not withstand the high gravity on Callistos for more than a few minutes. So here she sat as patiently as she could aboard an orbiting station, waiting for the parties on the planet to send their findings via holo-transmitter.
The experience was made even more frustrating by the fact that the Callistians had very little regard for the work she was doing. All they cared about was that the Humans paid them well in precious minerals for the high-resolution holo-images of the fossils uncovered on their world.
As a xeno-paleontologist, Tessa had mixed feelings about working with the Callistians. On the one hand, she understood that different species viewed the universe in different ways; she accepted that the Callistians were not interested in deep time or the origins of life the way that Humans were. On the other hand, she was a scientist. She craved discovery and she wanted others to appreciate these findings the way she did. When the Xeno-Bio Institute had assigned her to this position she had been surprised—she remembered thinking a more senior scientist would normally have been gifted with the spot. Once she’d arrived, it had not taken her long to realize why she had been chosen—it was exhaustingly frustrating to work with the Callistians.
It isn’t really their fault, she kept telling herself. Physiologically, their brains were incapable of appreciating the concepts of evolutionary history or geological time. They were built to live in the “now”. Granted, they could plan for the future and maybe even consider the state of the next generation, but the distant past held no meaning for them. While Tessa was fascinated by the fossils, to them they were nothing more than strangely shaped rocks. Still, she thought as she recalled the images of cracked or mishandled specimens, they are being paid to excavate and scan the fossils with care.
“Another holo-message has been received,” the computer abruptly announced, interrupting her musings. Again she gestured deftly to open the message. At a glance, she knew its shape wasn’t quite right. The second image was not of a Callistian ancestor: this was a different creature, a predator of the alien’s forebears. Unlike their radial bodies, this creature was bilaterally symmetric, like most Earth creatures. The Callistians on the surface had clearly scanned the fossil upside down as the animal’s underbelly was facing up. When she flipped the image right-side up she noted that the creature’s tail section appeared to have been sheared off completely. Tessa sighed. I need a vacation.
Her days seemed composed entirely of holo-images and messages. There were the usual workaday notes from her superiors at the Xeno-Bio Institute. They checked in periodically to be sure that their money was being put to good use. Then there were the messages from the planet, from the Callistians, asking a litany of questions about which rock layers they should be checking or what the schedule was for their next pay disbursement. She also received the occasional message from home. Old college friends or her family would ask how she was doing or send an e-card to commemorate a special occasion. Messages from out-of-system were more expensive though, due to the limited bandwidth the interstellar wormhole could accommodate, so the bulk of her interactions were within the Callistian System.
That was why she was surprised to one day receive a message from the Dextronin System. She had never been to that System. As far as she knew, she did not have any family or former school friends who now lived or worked there. She could not begin to imagine why she would be receiving a message from that part of the Galaxy.
The mystery deepened when the computer identified the sender as Erill Whynn, head of Whynn Technologies Corporation. She was quite certain she had never met the man before and had no idea what he could want with her. The message was a text rather than a holo-image, so she had the computer display it on her desktop.
Chapter 2
Dear Dr. Tessa Lane,
I would like to invite you on an all-expenses paid trip to the Dextronin System. I know we have never met, but I have taken a recent interest in your work and would very much like the chance to discuss it with you in person. I am a man of significant means among my people and would be happy to make the excursion financially worth your while. I would also be happy to supply a healthy grant to your present project, so that your employers would not be too inconvenienced by your being away.
During your time in our system you would be lodged in the most regal accommodations my company owns. All your needs would be met in your time with us. I’d like to get started as soon as possible. Please reply with your answer. I very much look forward to working with you.
Sincerest regards,
Erill Whynn
Whynn Technologies Corp.,
Outer Belt Industrial Cluster, Dextronin System
Tessa read the message over three times. She could not begin to imagine what interest a technology tycoon in another star system could possibly have in her work. She was sure that her employers would be more than happy to ship her off for a while in exchange for the promised grant money for her project. Bu
t, did she want to go? The prospect of earning more money for herself was not unwelcome—she received only enough from Xeno-Bio to meet her immediate needs, nothing more. In her three years in the Callistian System, she’d put away very little for her future. Yes, the money would be nice. And she was mostly just sitting around waiting for the Callistian transmissions anyway. They could certainly get by for a few weeks without her.
However, there was one problem: the Dextronin System was the one place where she wanted to be less than the Callistian System. Not that it was dangerous or anything like that. It was the Dextronin peoples’ beliefs coupled with the enigmatic nature of their existence that Tessa had no desire to explore or endure.
It had caused quite a stir in her academic community when it was discovered during first contact that the Dextronins were genetically identical to Humans. In the 10 years since, the two races had formed a working relationship, but the mystery of the Dextronin resemblance to Homo sapiens had still not been answered. Tessa, being a xeno-paleontologist, had been quite vexed by this enigma. According to everything known about astrobiology, it should have been impossible, it should and could not have happened. And the fact that the Dextronins expressed little interest in their evolutionary history was beyond her. She couldn’t understand how they could believe that their people had been created by some gods on their home world—that they didn’t believe in evolution.
No, she firmly decided, Mr. Whynn would need to find someone else to perform whatever task he had planned for her.
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