by Alix Labelle
“Well...I...uh...” I don’t think I can tell them I’m under some kind of spell, cast by an alien. No, I’m sure that wouldn’t go down well.
“What happened when you met the alien you told me about?” Deakins asks.
Nerravin looks at him sharply then back at me. “You talked to one of these fuckers?” she demands angrily.
“Don’t call him that!” I screech at her before I can stop myself, and they both look at me as if I’ve changed into someone else completely.
“That’s just great, man,” Nerravin spits bitterly. “Here I am trying to save your sorry ass, and you go and cozy up to the enemy?”
“He’s not the enemy. He’s really not,” I plead to Deakins, but he turns away, looking at the floor. “You have to believe me. They're friendly.”
Nerravin nods to the carnage he wrought outside. “That don’t look friendly to me.”
“It attacked him!”
“Yeah,” she tells me in a sarcastic voice, “but he went out there to provoke it and made sure we saw the whole thing.” Her tattooed knuckle taps dully on the transparent wall. “What's that all about? Some kind of warning, if you ask me, man.” All I can do is shake my head. I don’t know anything about these creatures and I haven’t got a clue where my feelings sprung from, but I could swear on any holy book you could name that he feels the same for me as I do for him.
***
Cleaning the manure from my blades, I am aglow with post battle fever. My whole body hums like an Azutrian hormba-pipe, and once I have cleaned myself and my gear, I will claim the female as mine. None aboard will dare to stop me, and if any have the audacity to even think they wish to challenge me, I will destroy them utterly and abandon their remains on this planet, denying their path to the Hereafter.
My blades and armor cleaned and stowed, I wash the filth of battle from my body, picking the annoying stings of the tiny creatures, which abounded on the surface from my skin. Soil and the creature's blood drain off my body, and I anoint myself with rare Betalan oil to make my skin shine. I blunted my claws in anticipation of taking the alien, I sense she will not be as robust as an Intrellian female, and soften the pads on each of my digits to better feel her texture.
My sexual center is already beginning to swell at just the thought of being with her, and I can wait no longer. Slipping a curved knife into the back of my leggings, I head for the cargo hold where I know she is waiting for me.
Stalking through the bowels of Acrulla, I pass a number of my crew. None of them try and hail me. All are engaged in maintenance and repair works. Acrulla is old, by a Sentient Ship’s standards, and requires more maintenance than the younger ships. The advantage Acrulla has its experience, experience gained in battle, gained through trade and gleaned from every single encounter in his long, long history.
I reach the cargo hold and enter the makeshift monitoring station where Bhentus sits, recording and entering information about the aliens into Acrulla’s thought centers. Her head snaps round then back as fast when she sees me, our last encounter still fresh in her thoughts. I cross to the door and will it open, ignoring the gasp from the female behind me, and enter the space within. I can hear them, the three aliens, and from the tone of their voices, they might be arguing. It halts as soon as I enter.
There is a mixed reaction from the three, the small female and male glare at me, stepping away as I approach to keep their distance while the larger female parts her lips and walks towards me, affirming my right to her.
To my complete surprise, the small female dashes across towards me, her whiny voice a buzz of hatred as she throws herself between me and my prize. Maybe these creatures live by a different set of codes than we Intrella, so I will allow her to live this time. Plus a part of me thinks the larger female would think less of me if I slash the head from her associate.
Rather than drawing my blade, I push the small female gently aside. She falls, sliding across the floor, apparently these aliens are not particularly robust at all, and I will have to remember this if I do not wish to kill the bigger female.
I hold my claws out towards her, and she looks down as if seeing if they are blunted for her, and I wonder if we might be a little more similar after all.
***
“Keep the fuck away from her, motherfucker!” Nerravin screams as my alien approaches me. He hurls her across the room, and I hear her grunt as she lands, but I can't take my eyes off him.
His skin’s got a glow to it, like an inner light glowing or an aura which surrounds his naked upper half. I see bunches of solid muscle, which helped him destroy the monster in the lake and can also see a large bulge in his trousers, the size of which makes my throat go dry.
I look down as he holds his hand out. There are only four digits and none looks to be a thumb, each with a thick, shining black talon jutting from the end. I know from the size of him and the shape of those nails, Nerravin is lucky to be alive. He could have torn her to shreds if he had been so inclined. I glance briefly over to see if Deakins is helping Nerravin, but he is staring in open-mouthed wonder at another one of the aliens who has followed mine in.
This one must be a female because, although she is almost the same size as mine, she is far more curvaceous even though it appears she is just as fearsome as mine too. Her expressionless face seems to be locked onto Deakins, and I wonder if there is some pheromone or hormonal reason our two species lock onto each other like this. The thought fades, the imperative to consider it lost as I take my alien's hand and let him lead me away.
His skin is soft and cool to my touch, and my mind wonders what it would feel like to have those hands roaming all over my body, chilling up my spine and cupping my tits. A shudder of desire worms its way through me, and I hope I’m about to find out. We pass others of his species, most of who turn to watch us pass, some singing to each other in that whale song language, which is so utterly different to our speech, others simply stare as we pass.
To me, the whole ship looks alike, gray-green walls and floor, until we reach another door, and it opens to reveal an almost luxurious interior. The floor is blood-red, the walls are a soft magnolia color and the soft light which comes from overhead, somewhere, covers everything with a warm glow.
There are seats here, oddly covered with different materials and I wonder if they have been upholstered with the skins of his kills. Somewhere deep inside, a part of me thinks this is vile, but my surface thoughts don’t care at all. He leads me to the middle of the room and turns to face me, looking into my eyes with those huge, dark blue pools he sees through.
I swallow, examining his face only realizing now he has virtually no lips, just a darker line around his mouth. Reaching up, I gently lay the palm of my hand on the side of his face, and he leans into it. I can feel the smile cross my face as he reaches up to touch my hair, bouncing my curls in his hand and wrapping it round his clawed fingers as if he’s never felt hair before. Maybe he hasn't.
I lay my other hand on his face and reach up to where his ears make gentle points, watching as his eyes close and he purrs a little trill of pleasure. I chuckle, and his eyes open again. His other hand goes into my hair as well, as if he’s obsessed with it, but that’s fine, I don’t care.
Trailing back down, I run my thumbs delicately over his mouth and feel the puff of his breath. Although some part of me knows this is complete madness, I can’t stop. I want to explore every inch of him, find out what it looks like, feels like and tastes like, where the most sensitive bits of his anatomy are and how to please him best by touching them.
I press myself against him, feeling the stiffness of something poke me in the tummy and a flash of desire pulses up through me like a hot spike. He brings his own hand down to my mouth, touching my lips in wonder at their softness. I kiss his finger, watching as his eyes widen in fascination then run my tongue over the pad of it, tasting nothing at all. A little gasp escapes him, and I wonder if this is the same being which hacked that gigantic lake creature to bits
a few hours ago.
I keep looking at his eyes as if I could tell what he’s thinking or feeling from them, but they’re too different, we’re too different to be compatible, surely?
He trills the pleasure sound again as I suck on the tip of his finger, pulling it into my mouth and rubbing my hot tongue up and down it. He pulls it out with a pop, and I stand with my lips slightly open as he looks at his finger.
He tilts his head to one side and hums that song to me but of course I haven’t got a clue what he’s saying, so I have to let my actions speak for me.
Reaching out, I touch his chest (there are no nipples after all) and gently drag my nails down his skin. It’s rougher here, scarred too, and I trace each scar with my fingers then press a kiss to each one. He is humming almost constantly as I work my way down his iron hard muscles, reaching down to trace the outline of his sexual organ. I hear a deep grunt, and his hips jerk backwards a fraction. It must be really sensitive down there.
I stand up and pull the zip on my coveralls down, opening the top to his eyes.
Definitely male, he can’t stop staring at my tits.
I run my hands down my own body, stroking my nipples to hardness as he watches. I can’t feel any self-consciousness at all. I’m just showing him what to do. He watches me intently as I touch my own body then grab his hand and guide it to my shoulder, feeling the coolness of his flesh on mine.
He seems to know what to do, and I revel in the thrill of delight, which washes over me as he caresses my heavy boobs. He doesn't seem to know what to do with nipples, so I let the rest of my clothing drop, watching as his head follows it to the floor. He gets the idea immediately and looks on in awe as he drops his own trousers. His legs are just as muscular as the rest of him, but his cock is the most impressive. It’s not very long, maybe five or six inches, but it has to be as thick as my wrist! Oddest of all, he doesn’t seem to have any testicles, just the bluish penis jutting from his lower abdomen.
We study each other for a second or two, and it’s as if an unwritten signal passes between us because we’re all over each other like a pair of teenagers. He bends, and I take his lip less mouth in a kiss, invading the warm cavern of his mouth with my tongue. His tongue feels amazing on mine, thin and like it’s forked! His twin tips scissor over mine.
His hands are on my back, feeling and exploring as I’m doing to him. He pulls away and looks into my eyes then grabs my hand and leads me to another room, where I see one of the odd, sloped beds. Once there, I spread myself wide open to him and watch as his cock twitches. Bending, I watch as he trails his fingers down my inner thighs, humming as he touches my dripping wet pussy. I reach out and grip his hand dragging him towards me.
I feel the end of his bluntness batting at my lips and reach between us to spread my labia open so he can enter me. There is no need to speak, no need to understand his language. His every movement and touch is his message to me. My body is aching to be one with his, even if it’s just because he gives off such powerful chemical signals.
With a low grunt, he leans into me, and I feel his cock, cooler than my body, filling and stretching my insides as he penetrates me. It’s almost more than I can bear, and I call out wordlessly as he starts thrusting, humming his song as a counterpoint to mine. Pressure builds up inside me quickly, and I can feel the orgasm I’m going to have is really going to be something as his cock rakes back and forward over my G-spot.
I wrap my legs around his back, locking my ankles behind him as he loses himself in the rhythm of our sex. His eyes close in passion and his breathing gets louder as the pressure inside my belly builds to a point I can’t take another second, and a huge orgasm tears through me. I moan and writhe, the muscles inside me clenching around his rigid shaft, pulling him deeper inside me.
My pussy working him sends him over the edge, and he gives out a strange, high pitched hissing sound, jerking hard against me. I can feel something spraying all over my insides as he comes, hotter than me this time, and I wriggle my hips as he jerks again.
I keep my legs wrapped around him, and he falls forward, catching himself on his hands as I reach up to embrace him.
“Hello,” I say with a grin, “I’m Hetty.”
TO BE CONTINUED.
Seduced By The Alien Boss
If you think I’m weird for being attracted to a creature fr0m another species, then just imagine how I feel! But – and, like mine, it’s a big but – things have gone a little bit further than mere attraction.
So I’ve bedded an alien from a species that is quite different from us. Actually, we’ve been at it like rabbits since the first time, and I don’t feel any shame in saying I can’t see us stopping any time soon. Needless to say there are a few...complications. We don’t speak the same language, for instance, or...know each other’s names. He’s a violent, vicious warrior of some kind, and I’m an exobiologist, and I’m fairly sure the whole situation is down to some freak chemical, pheromone or hormone he gives off. Of course, I can’t prove that as all my equipment exploded in the accident, which killed all but two other people in the research station on Erenius’ third moon.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking to justify this...this thing between us. Somewhere, deep down in my rational, educated mind, there’s a bit of me screaming that the whole thing is wrong. There’s no biological precedent I can quote to justify our actions – even when the first human raised on Mars met and married his lover from the Moon, they were still, at least, both humans – and I know that...rationally.
But something fills my system, my entire body and my mind when I’m in his presence and all that, all the worries, fears and concerns regarding us, fades into the ether.
So two others and I ended up aboard a living ship – yes you saw that right, a live starship – plowing through the depths of space headed for...well, I can only assume we’re headed for this species’ home system.
Whether it’s because we have spent quite a bit of time together, or for some completely different reason, the powerful feelings that would burst through me have lost their edge, a little bit at least. I can be apart from him for a few hours now, but it was so painful in the beginning that it brought tears to my eyes. I still feel an overpowering pull in his direction, like there’s a magnet inside my womb pulling me toward where he is, but at least I can fight it now.
After the rampant, powerful bout of morning sex we had today, he left to go and do...whatever it is he actually does, and I decided to go and find Deakins, if he’s still alive.
Deakins is the linguistics expert and medical doctor who also came aboard this ship when the research station was destroyed. When my alien – what else can I call him? – entered the room we had been kept in, to take me away, I just about registered Deakins was fixated on one of the female aliens, and she was focused on him too, so I have no idea what kind of condition he might be in.
Now, of course, I’ve hit on another little problem. We boarded this ship in the middle of a devastating explosion, which was ripping the moon we had been on to pieces. Once we’d taken shelter aboard, still not quite sure what we’d found, the three of us discovered we were trapped in some kind of large chamber inside the ship. Once we’d been aboard for a while, and my alien came to get me, he dragged me through the ship to his quarters, where I’ve been ever since. So the difficulty I’ve got is this, how am I going to find Deakins and Nerravin when I’ve got no idea where they actually are or the layout of the ship? I don’t know much about it, but I do know I didn’t see any signs saying ’Human Being Storage This Way’ and, without any way to communicate with these, quite hostile, aliens, I can’t ask anyone.
I take a deep breath and step to the door, which is crafted from the same type of organic material as the rest of the ship. My exobiologist’s eye should be fascinated by all this – I’m actually inside some kind of space worthy, living being! – but I’ve got bigger things to worry me at the moment than the cellular makeup of this animal, so I’m just ignoring it fo
r now.
Luckily, the door opens as I get there. I had wondered if it would only open for the aliens, and I step into the corridor outside. Lit by the same dim glow as the rest of the sections I’ve seen, the passageway stretches off to left and right into dimness, unpopulated and silent apart from a faint, background hum.
Complete guesswork takes me left, for no other reason than I have to go one way or the other, and I gingerly make my way along the hallway. It’s almost ovoid in shape, with thick bluish-black pipework running along overhead, which dive in and out of the walls taking whatever they carry to wherever it’s needed. My biologist brain suggests they might be blood vessels and an involuntary shudder runs through me. My feet lead me to a place where the corridor widens to accommodate a door which, again, opens when I approach. I lean on the door frame and look inside, my nerves spiking when I catch sight of a pair of aliens performing some kind of work in the cavern sized room.
The atmosphere inside is much warmer and more humid than outside, and I feel beads of sweat break out on my forehead. Tentatively, I make my way along the walkway, which runs through the middle of the space. The outside of the room falls away beneath my feet as I walk, leaving me suspended over a vast drop into midnight black. I can’t be sure, but what I’m standing on looks as if it’s made from bone, with connective tissues running off attaching it to other sections inside the cavity.
Now that I’m further inside the space, I can see some kind of vast structure, ringed by the walkway I’m on. The two aliens have spotted me, probably because I’m panting like a racehorse in full gallop. This is due to the drop under me, which might go on forever, and no guard rails to keep me from falling. Both of them stare at me with their expressionless faces, watching as I stagger on, trying not to collapse from the heat.
When I reach them, I lean against the central structure, bent over and panting, trying to catch my breath and ignore the trickles of sweat running down my back. I feel something odd through my left hand. The central structure is pulsating and warm like blood flowing through an artery, and on closer inspection, that’s exactly what it looks to be. Revolted, I snatch my hand away from the thing and wipe my palm on my coveralls, trying to get rid of the odd feeling, which makes my skin tingle horribly. The pair of aliens watches me impassively for a few seconds before something drags their attention back to the pulsating column in the center of the room.