Ruby Gryphon

by Ruby Ryan

  "Here's what I think we should do," I said, downing the rest of my drink.

  *

  I led Miguel by the hand toward the elevators.

  My recruiter always booked the same room for me, and I had the key waiting in my clutch. Such an arrangement removed the awkwardness of needing to check-in at the beginning of the night; nothing killed the mood as much as standing around while a desk clerk confirmed your reservation information.

  After two years, I was experienced with this sort of thing. Men cames in all different flavors; some were cocky and confident when faced with a new experience, who I preferred to tease and hint and draw out our night before fucking their brains out. But more men were nervous of the unknown, anxious to see what would happen during our date. I'd learned that sometimes it was best to break the ice immediately, get that out of the way quickly, so you could relax and enjoy the rest of the night.

  And that's exactly what I was going to do with Miguel.

  The moment the elevator doors closed, I pressed him up against the wall and pulled his face down to mine. I kissed him softly, letting my thick lips press into his in a long caress of a kiss, running my hand across his neck. He responded by grabbing my waist, then sliding his hands across my ass, grabbing two handfuls like a man grasping for a life saver. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, tasting the ghost of the caipirinha on his own tongue, sweet and tart and fruity.

  The door opened on the 44th floor, and I took him by the hand once again.

  "Maybe we should..." he began, but I spun around and put a finger to my lips.

  "Shh, just trust me." God, the way he moved in that suit made me tingle; I couldn't wait to get his clothes off and touch the muscle underneath, feel them pressed against my body. I was going to fuck the nervousness out of his gorgeous body. Make him more confident, the way he wanted to be.

  I stopped at the door to my usual room, slipped two fingers into my clutch to grab the key, and opened it.

  The suit was a split-level, with a couch and TV in the entrance level and with two steps leading down to the bedroom area. The curtains were drawn to display the beautifully illuminated Chicago skyline, tall skyscrapers glowing with a thousand lights through the lingering night clouds.

  I let go of Miguel's hand and strode across the room slowly and deliberately, popping my ass like a runway model. I stopped when I reached the bed, and I bent over it and stretched my back like a lazy cat.

  "Wow," Miguel said, and whether he meant me or the Chicago view I didn't know.

  I turned around and sat on the edge of the bed with my arms behind me. "Why don't you come over here and let me give you a pre-dinner treat?"

  He still stood by the door, a dark sentinel whose expression I couldn't discern. "I wanted to talk to you."

  "We have all night to talk," I purred, beckoning him with a finger. God, I wanted him. "Why don't you come here and let me remove all thought from your head?"

  He moved slowly, cautiously, long legs striding across the room. His delay drove me wild. Fuck, who was the one teasing who, here?

  "Maybe we should get to know each other," he said, shoes clicking on the wooden steps as he joined me in the bedroom. "There are some... things, I wanted to talk about..."

  "It looks like you want to do more than just talk." I reached out and touched the front of his dress pants, running my fingers against the outline of his stiff cock. Good lord, he was big. I bit my lip and looked up at him through my eyelashes.

  "Oh baby, do I," he began. "But I wanted to tell you--"

  I unzipped his pants slowly, letting the zipper click on each of the teeth individually. I slid my hand inside and pulled his cock through the hole in his boxer briefs, eight inches of it, hot and hard and juicy.

  "Ohh," I gasped, my reaction completely genuine. There was something special about seeing a man's dick for the first time. "You wanted to tell me how big it was?"

  He answered with a moan as I ran my nail along the underside of the shaft.

  "I know what you want," I said.

  Pleasing men was something I loved. It was my passion. I had a variety of tools in my metaphorical box, and choosing which one to use at any given time was an art. A symphony of flesh, segueing from prelude to rhapsody to sonata, our bodies in perfect harmony. I enjoyed the power of it. I was a beautiful woman, I got to choose which men got to enjoy my company for a weekend, and then I made them cum so hard they saw stars.

  I didn't just want to give these men a fun weekend. I wanted to be the best fuck of their lives, something that gave them a hard-on decades from now just from memory alone.

  I moved my head toward Miguel's cock gradually, tenderly kissing the tip. Slowly I parted my thick lips, wrapping them around his head one millimeter at a time. I felt his entire body stiffen, and then relax, as I moved my lips down his shaft, never stopping, taking almost ever inch of him deep in my throat.

  I held him there a moment, my lips brushing against his dress pants, before pulling back just as slowly.

  "Oh fuck!" he gasped, voice dripping with lust. "Oh my God, you feel amazing..."

  I put my hands on his hips, feeling something in his left pocket--vibrating, like a cell phone, but I was too focused on his meat to care. I deep-throated him again, feeling his long snake fill my mouth and throat. God, I loved that I could do this to a man, even someone as long as him: take all of them in my mouth, make their cock disappear inside. Sometimes this opening salvo made men cum within seconds, which made me tingle with smug satisfaction. Miguel would need more, though. I could tell.

  I blew him for another sensual minute before finally pulling his cock all the way out. I gave the head another little farewell kiss and then rose.

  "Let's get these clothes off."

  I kissed him on the lips while unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, then pulled it and the jacket off his back, revealing a broad chest lined with shadowy muscles. My imagination hadn't failed me: his torso was perfectly V-shaped, with wide shoulders and a broad chest narrowing down to a slender waist like a goddamn plastic action figure. I broke our kiss to admire him, then moved my lips to his neck, then chest, good lord he tasted so good, and from his groans he was enjoying it just as much.

  My fingers found his belt and ripped it away, then let his pants and boxer briefs fall to the floor. For a moment he stood before me, strong thighs spread wide, and I felt a tingle in my loins that could not delay.

  I spun him around and sat him on the bed, his nude body bouncing on the soft mattress. Teasingly, I pulled my dress up over my hips to reveal the lacy red thong. He drank the sight of me, devouring me with his eyes, and his response pulled a moan from my throat.

  I could tell he was an ass man; the way he'd grabbed my cheeks in the elevator, and how he hadn't gawked at my ample cleavage in the lobby or since then. Excellent; my favorite kind of man. Keeping my dress above my waist, I turned around and bent over slowly, giving him a long view. And then I threaded my fingers into the string and pulled down the thong, over my thighs, then knees and ankles, and I stepped out of them and tossed them aside.

  "You like what you see?" I asked, glancing back.

  Before he could answer I lowered myself onto his cock, letting it brush against my dripping lips. But then I moved forward and pushed it back, wedging his cock against his belly. Up and down I moved, giving him a lap dance while his cock rubbed between my ample ass cheeks. He let out a noise like a wolf, an animal-like growl filled with desire, and when I glanced back at him I could see the need in his eyes.

  Yeah. I knew what he wanted alright.

  And I wanted the same thing just as much.

  I squatted off of him until his cock fell forward, brushing against my lips again. I reached underneath and ran my nails along his shaft again, then guided him between my lips, back and forth to coat him in my juices. And then I leaned into him, forcing the tip of his cock up inside of my pussy. We gasped as one, each of us surprised and amazed by the feeling, and urged on by the sensati
on I pushed farther, two inches, then three, and I was so wet that I didn't need to slow as I pushed all the way down onto him and took every inch.

  "Oh Cassie!" he breathed, running a hand along my spine, skin touching my skin.

  "Grab my ass," I commanded, knowing it was what he wanted. His long fingers palmed my cheeks, fingers sliding underneath to squeeze the muscle tight. "Harder."

  He obeyed, fingers tightening on my cheeks desperately.

  "That's it," I said, using my thighs to squat off of him. We had a long weekend ahead of us; I decided I wanted to make him cum quickly, and save the slower, more passionate fucking for later. I rose halfway off his long member and pushed back down, feeling his girth widening me, filling every nook and cranny inside of me, all my walls, and I didn't stop until my ass pressed hard against his thighs and I heard him groan again.

  "I've been thinking about you all day," I said, letting my head hang down as I rode him up and down. "The way you taste. The hard muscle. The enormous cock, deep inside me. Ohh..."

  He was groaning with each pump now, and thrusting up into me. I had him right where I wanted him.

  "Ohh, I want you to cum so bad," I moaned, pleasure cascading through me with each stroke.

  "I'm close," he gasped, fingers gripping my ass so tight he might take a chunk with him.

  His sounds of pleasure rose gradually, building toward the inevitable climax. I savored the sounds and my own pleasure until I sensed he was right on the edge, and then I pulled off of him and reached back to grab his cock.

  "Cum on my ass," I said, stroking him quickly. His mouth opened and a deep roar came out. His member spasmed in my fingers and then I felt his hot loads splatter against my back, each one a drum-beat of this man's ecstasy, who I could get off after only a few minutes, and the thought and feeling filled me with a satisfaction as deep and powerful as his strokes had.

  When he was spent, I turned around and bent over him, kissing him long and passionately. I broke it away and looked deep into his eyes while our faces were only inches apart.

  "We're going to have a fun weekend," I said, then got up to go to the bathroom.

  "Ohh yeah, I can feel it," he said, strangely distant.

  "I felt it too, baby. We're going to feel a lot more of that before the night is done."

  "No, not that," he said, breathing heavily. "It's... well. It's what I wanted to tell you about."

  I paused in the bathroom door and turned around. "What is it, Miguel?"

  "First of all, Miguel is a fake name. My real name is Orlando." He gave an awkward grin and put a hand on his chest. "And I think I have something to show you. But it might freak you out."

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  Where did you come from, Eric?

  A mysterious satellite crash. A late-night car accident. And a stranger who looks shockingly identical to the man on the front of Joanna's book.

  After hitting Eric with her truck in the middle of the Wyoming wilderness, Joanna has no choice but to take him back to her cabin. But his wounds heal suspiciously fast, and she begins to suspect his concussion is covering up some deeper secret.

  She never would have guessed the truth.

  When she discovers the man she's taken to bed is actually Arix, a shapeshifter alien from the Karak Dominion of Planets, it's all she can do not to run away in terror. But UFO hunters who witnessed the spacecraft crash begin snooping around her cabin, forcing Joanna and Arix to find a solution that keeps them both safe--which leads to them making an impossible, and downright crazy, decision.

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  1

  ARIX

  I do not know where I am.

  Memory returned slowly; an alarming realization in itself. As photons held together with complex magnetics, we did not damage easily. Certainly not to the point of amnesiac degradation. But something was not right.

  Something was abnormal.

  As sight returned, I realized what had happened.

  I was inside my ship, which had been damaged. The cockpit was in a chaotic state around me, electronics and metal alloys ripped open and damaged. There was gravity under me, not the artificial sensation generated by my ship but something foreign.

  Something new.

  I was in stasis during the trip, to be revived in upper orbit of my target planet. The sixth planet on my tour, the final one--and least promising--of the tour before returning home. A planet devoid of intelligent life, with only a quadrupedal species driven by urge and need. Primal beings that had yet to develop tools with metal or even stone.

  Yet there I was, on the planet surface. It was abnormal, and abnormal was usually bad.

  I used my mind to disable my magnetic restraints, allowing my photon-body to float toward the shattered plastic window of the cockpit. Beyond, the world on which I had landed was unfamiliar to the point of terrifying.

  A flicker of thought and I have disabled such emotions.

  The electronics of my craft are down, another nanosecond of thought confirmed. Only the powerless life support systems were active. No distress beacon. I needed to get a look at the external surface.

  I returned my focus to the landscape. Tall vegetation with hard skin rose high into a dark sky. Ash fell gently from such sky; a quick scan told me it was frozen water in crystalline form, millions of tiny hexagons reflecting my body's light. I feel the crystals liquefy as they passed through my body, leaving a dripping trail behind.

  I turned, and considered the sight for a very long time.

  My ship was utterly destroyed. Beyond the cockpit, the primary fuselage of supplies was gone. So was the ion drive and the batteries to power it. What remained of the smooth exterior was riddled with dents and gashes as if it had been slashed by the claws of a giant beast.

  It is good that I have disabled my fear processing.

  And although there was no distress beacon or any other electrical signal emanating from my craft, there was something else.

  Radio wave signals.

  Dozens of them.

  In the nanosecond of time after sensing them, I felt a determination bordering on hope. It had been 50,000 of this planet's years--a blip on the scale of my own Karak civilization--since our last scouting scans. No civilization could have developed from primal animals to radio wave communication in such a short period of time! Which meant another Karak scout must have noticed my craft's crash, traveled there, and then woken me from stasis. Safe in stasis, there would have been no reason to wake me before assistance arrived.

  It was the only conclusion that made sense, and it was pleasing to realize.

  I opened my consciousness to the radio waves and a chaos of noise and data bombarded me. It was overwhelming; I quickly narrowed my focus to one wave and processed what I heard:

  Ohh ohh, I'm a rebel just for kicks now. I've been feeling it since nineteen sixty-six now. Might be over now, but I feel it still.

  It was nonsense to me; a random collection of syllables and noise. And worse than that, it was foreign.

  Something was very wrong.

  I scanned through other wavelengths, but everything was similar. Nothing promising. Help was not there for me. I was stranded on this planet.

  But the more immediate concern: from whom were these radio waves originating?

  I sensed something artificial in the distance: a section of the biome which did not make sen
se. Something impossibly straight. Unnatural.

  I moved in that direction, ignoring the sensation of the crystallized water melting through my body. As I moved I directed my photon gaze above. The sky was obscured by localized weather (likely the source of the crystallized water) which inhibited my ability to scan the star systems. That would have set my mind at ease.

  I passed between the tall vegetation carefully, sensing the unnatural phenomenon growing closer. Suddenly the biome changed, the tall stiff vegetation ending with intentional abruptness.

  There, ahead, was a long path of black material.

  I neared and inspected it. The surface was eight degrees warmer than the surrounding ground, which was why the crystallized water melted upon touching it. It was approximately three of my body lengths wide, with rectangles of intentional discoloration spaced precisely down the middle. The path extended in both directions endlessly, tall clusters of vegetation framing it on either side.

  It occured to me that I may be in danger. This was a construct of technological advancement; whoever had the ability to build this surely had weapons. I would need to proceed carefully.

  Fortunately, we Karak had survived for our countless millennia thanks to our ability to shift into different forms.

  I sensed something.

  A disturbance in the radio waves to the left, approximately aligned with this path. Something was receiving the radio waves, and giving off sound waves in return. Caution was my immediate instinct; I prepared to return to the patch of tall vegetation to observe the disturbance from a safe distance.

  Until I saw the light.

  The object was giving off tremendous light!

  Cones of photons trumpeted the object's arrival; it grew closer, and would arrive momentarily. Rather than shift into whatever the being's form was, perhaps remaining in my natural, photon-based identity was ideal.