by Cynthia Sax
“I will fix you, my Cathy.” He grinned at her, the green and blue in his eyes swirling faster and faster. He thrust into her and rotated his hips in a slow circle, pressing his vibrating cock against her clit.
Oh God. She had no defense against that move.
“Rellec!” Cathy screamed, flinging herself back so hard she cracked her head against the beat-up truck. She didn’t notice the pain, her body engulfed in a wave of ecstasy as she shook underneath her big alien, her pussy clenching over his cock.
Two more thrusts and he joined her, filling the air with her name and her body with his hot cum, pumping into her with an impressive vigor.
“My Cathy.” He touched the back of her head, easing her pounding headache, leaving only the orgasm-induced euphoria. “My Cathy, I fix.” He brushed her lips with his, his cock softening inside her.
Cathy gazed into his ever-changing eyes, seeing an unabated desire matching her own and a connection she’d never before felt. Being in his arms almost felt like home. “You fix everything.” She tilted her face upward and he kissed her, his soft alien tongue sliding along hers in a universal act of possession.
Chapter Two
“The transport vessel did not cause permanent damage to your fragile planet,” Rellec assured his Cathy. The trees remained temporarily damaged, however, as he was unable to fix and observe his mate within the same time interval.
“So you say.” His druzka huffed and puffed, her breasts bouncing as she drilled into the ground with her primitive technology. “But I still have to test the soil.”
They’d been in the field for more than four large units of human time, his Cathy’s effort expenditure and adherence to precise procedures causing Rellec’s chest cavity to expand. Once they became task partners, he’d utilize her unparalleled breaking skills to test new fixes and all of Sila would benefit greatly from his Cathy’s arrival.
He glanced up at the darkening sky. Only one sun sat low upon the horizon and none of the constellations above them were familiar. There were no hovering vessels, the airspace achingly empty of citizens, as though no one else existed. Rellec touched his hip, but his communicator wasn’t there and his younger brothers’ constant jests didn’t break the unnerving silence of his Cathy’s planet.
He didn’t understand how she’d endured the solitude before his arrival and his respect for her increased exponentially, as did his determination to return to Sila quickly.
“If we tested using Sila instruments, your assignment would be completed and we could fuck.” His body hardened, his spicka pressing against the confines of his pants, the complicated human apparel sufficiently sized to accommodate his natural form. “I have great need of your pussy.”
“Do you? Then Danielle was right when she called you a manwhore, because you’re insatiable.” His Cathy’s upturned lips communicated she was being humorous, and he mirrored her smile, his heart light. “I have to use Ministry instruments or I’ll get my ass fired.”
A red-hot rage swept over Rellec. “No one will touch your ass,” he bellowed, his fingers curling into fists and his ridges rattling. “Your ass is my possession.”
“Is it, eh?” His Cathy’s brown eyes sparkled like freshly tilled earth. She bent over, thrusting that part of her anatomy toward him, and his anger flowed into burning desire, his spicka vibrations intensifying. “Well, then, you can claim my ass later.”
Claim? Rellec stared at her wiggling curves and his mouth dried. “You wish me to fuck your ass?” Sladky matka. He swallowed hard. Was that possible?
“Not without lube.” She straightened, withdrawing the core sample. Her long, thick skull hair, now liberated from its bindings, curled around her body, the soft tendrils rubbing teasingly against her swaying ass.
“Lubrication would eliminate unnecessary friction,” Rellec agreed, his gaze locked on her rounded bottom. There was nothing in the mate training about ass fucking. He frowned, perplexed by her request. “But sticking my cock in your anus will not result in offspring.”
His druzka’s face paled and her body stiffened as she examined the compacted earth. She remained silent, her lips pressed in a firm white line.
Lejno. Panic swelled up in his chest. “Kissing does not result in offspring either,” he quickly added, wishing to fix the damage. “And I like putting my tongue in your mouth. It is moist like your pussy and flavored with mentha.” Her lips twitched, her skin pigment returned to normal and tension eased from Rellec’s shoulders. “Yes.” He nodded, eager to please her. “I will obtain lube and I will fuck your ass.”
“Okie dokie then. I’m glad that’s settled.” His Cathy put soil into a small glass tube and added colored liquid, then shook it. “You said you’ve only been here eight sunrises. Why does Danielle act like she’s known you for longer?”
His Cathy understood his communications. Before he met her, he experienced concern, as others, the warrior-female Officer Danielle included, had mocked his limited modern vocabulary. “My holographic host form, Francois Lefevre, has been here for eight solar cycles. Other Sila have utilized this form to locate their mates.”
“Ahhh…the manwhore reputation, so you didn’t really fuck half the town.” His Cathy placed her instrument in the toolkit, removing a hand-held light source to illuminate their darkening surroundings.
“You are my Cathy. I only fuck you.” Rellec paused, tilting his head. Had he only fucked her? “No. That is not truthful,” he confessed. “I fucked the simulators also, to perfect my technique.”
“Oh my God.” Her mouth dropped open and he licked his lips, yearning to fill the void with his tongue. “Well, you certainly did that.”
He inhaled deeply, the musky scent of her rising arousal removing the filter between his brain and his mouth. “I only researched fucking for reproduction, not knowing we could find enjoyment in other acts,” he freely shared. “Would it give you pleasure if I put my tongue in your pussy?”
Her pale cheeks flushed pink like a sunrise and she dropped the glass tube, smashing it on a damaged tree. “Shit.” His mate’s mouth turned downward and Rellec’s fingers twitched, fixing heat radiating from his skin.
“Yes, yes, you’d give me pleasure.” She addressed his question while taking another tube out of the kit.
He’d give his Cathy pleasure and then she’d claim him as hers and they could return to Sila. Rellec stripped off his flannel shirt, spreading it on the cleared ground, and he unbuckled his belt, his spicka humming and his body hard.
“What do you think you’re doing?” His Cathy watched him with wide eyes.
He didn’t think he was doing. He was doing. “Preparations are being made for our fucking.” Rellec removed his boots, flexing his bare toes in the dirt. The earth crumbled under his feet. His Cathy would suffer little damage when fucked upon it.
“I should finish this.” His druzka’s protests were false, as she set down her instruments and walked toward him. Her spicka-hardening scent increased in magnitude and her wondrous nipples transformed in density from soft to firm beneath her shirt, tempting him to pluck them until she writhed with desire.
“The status of the dead trees will not change, my Cathy.” He repeated his earlier observation. She undid the top button of her shirt and he skimmed his tongue over his lips, thirsting for a taste of her pale skin.
“So you say.” She bent over to unfasten her sturdy boots and Rellec hastily stripped off his remaining restrictive garments before stalking closer to her. “Hold your horses.” His Cathy held up one pink palm and he stopped. “I’m taking off my own clothes this time.”
“Expeditiously.” Rellec couldn’t follow his Cathy’s peculiar instructions, having no equine beasts to clasp on to, so he stroked his shaft to relieve his building tension.
His rough hand was a poor substitute for her soft pussy. She had been wet and welcoming, holding him snugly in an embrace he never wished to exit. He pumped faster and his cock beaded with initial fluid.
“Well, if y
Rellec ground his teeth, his frustration spiking. “My Cathy, I have great need of—”
Her soft fingers wrapped around his vibrating shaft, brushing underneath his rim, and he gulped the fresh Earth air. Sladky matka. His brain was depleted of all other words. With one hand, she pumped his cock in tandem with his vibrations. Her other hand rolled his varles, fondling them until Rellec groaned.
“Do you like that?” She smiled up at him, his pleasure reflected in her visage.
“Yes, ohhhh.” His chest rumbled without his authorization. “Yes, my Cathy. I like that.” He clenched his fists, digging his short, blunt fingernails into his palms. The pain partially distracted him from the building pressure in his varles.
“Good. Then you’ll love this.” His Cathy licked his fluid with her tongue and Rellec jerked in her hand. Sladky, sladky matka. She made him mentally incapacitated with her touching.
She brushed her mouth teasingly over his cock, around and around, widening her lips, taking more of him into her hot, wet mouth. He stared at her, helpless to combat the heat she aroused. She was his Cathy, his druzka.
His mate paused, her brown eyes watching him, his cock head inside her, laved and loved by her tongue. He’d never seen a being so beautiful, and when her hand pumped his shaft, tempting him to spill his seed, Rellec fought his release, unwilling to end the sweet torture.
She took him deeper, her tongue sliding underneath his shaft. She couldn’t fit all of his cock into her mouth, since his size was incompatible, and his Cathy cleverly wrapped her hand around his base, the pressure augmenting his control.
The augmentation was necessary as she began to move, bobbing her head, sucking slow, steady, her cheeks indented with her efforts. Rellec placed a hand on the top of her curly head and leaned back, unable to watch his Cathy work his cock, mimicking his fucking of her pussy. His desire for her pushed against his restraints.
He stared upward. Her planet’s single sun hid amidst the tops of the pine trees. Yellows and oranges fought the approaching blackness of the night sky. The appeal of his home planet pulled on him as his Cathy’s mouth pulled on his cock, but the timing for departure wasn’t correct.
He must court his female, as per human custom, learning her mind and body. His Cathy tongued his slit and Rellec groaned, a heartbeat away from spilling his seed. Sladky matka. He enjoyed their courtship too much.
“My Cathy, druzka, I cannot control my seed,” he warned, his voice unrecognizably resonant, lowered with passion.
Her lips curved upward, her brown eyes glimmering as she took him deep into her mouth, increasing her suction while she relaxed her grip on his base. The combination overwhelmed Rellec’s control and he bellowed her name, pushing his hips forward, spurting hot seed into her throat. His Cathy swallowed and swallowed, draining every drop from his cock, leaving him limp and empty and satisfied.
Rellec’s legs collapsed under him and he dropped to his knees before her. “My Cathy.” He captured her face in his hands, humbled by her exotic beauty. She was small and fragile, her countenance devoid of the Sila hard facial ridges, and the need to protect her raged within him.
“Did I fix you?” She gave him a wobbly smile, her lips glistening with his seed.
“Yes.” Rellec kissed her, sucking on her plump flesh, tasting his sweetness mingled with her distinct flavor. “You fixed me, druzka, when I did not comprehend I was damaged.”
He held his Cathy close, pressing her cheek against his skin as he stroked back her wondrous skull hair. The unusual heat spread in his chest, the sensations foreign yet not entirely unpleasant. Should he manage the damage? Could he manage it? He touched her chest. Did she feel the same heat?
It suddenly became paramount that she did. “Now I will fix you.” Rellec pulled away from his Cathy. She stared up at him, her eyes wide and her forehead creased in a human expression of confusion, yet she did not retreat, remaining stationary before him, trusting him not to harm her. “I will put my tongue in your pussy,” he announced.
“Eh.” Her cheeks blazed like the sunset. He touched her warm skin, the color and temperature change fascinating him. “If you insist.” She unbuttoned her brown shirt, revealing pale shoulders and small, perky breasts. Her nipples, devoid of the excessive breast covering Rellec hadn’t deemed necessary to fix, puckered, and he brushed his thumbs over the rigid flesh, causing them to tighten even more.
“I like touching your form, my Cathy.” He traced her shape, drifting a fingertip down her torso from the hollow in her neck, over her left breast, skimming her responsive nipple once more before he swirled around the indent in her stomach. She shivered, the tantalizing musk of her arousal strengthening, and Rellec inhaled deeply, taking that piece of her inside him.
“It is designed for touching,” he murmured, awed by her anatomy. “You have no sharp angles.”
“I like how you touch me, Rellec, and when you look at me, I feel beautiful.” She unzipped her pants, wiggling them over her hips, drawing Rellec’s attention downward to the triangle of brown curls covering her reproductive parts. In all of Sila, there was no human mate as hairy as his Cathy. A surge of pride coursed through him.
“You are beautiful, and hairy.” He explored her flattened hair, threading his fingers through the short strands and fluffing it away from her skin while she played with the ridges on his skull. Her tiny fingertips danced lightly, teasing and caressing him, until his scalp tingled.
“My spicka likes your hair,” he informed her. His revived shaft buzzed with arousal.
“My pussy likes your cock.” She released his skull, and lay back on his flannel shirt, staring up at him with dreamy eyes, trusting him to please her.
He would please her. “We are compatible.” Rellec leaned over his woman. Lengthening shadows played along her white skin, accentuating her curves, and his vision adjusted, compensating for the lack of light. She spread her bent knees wider, generously allowing him a clear view of her pink, wet pussy, and he looked upon her with wonder, humbled that she was his mate to court.
He raised his gaze and watched her face as he stroked her, reading her pleasure signals, determined to satisfy her. When his fingers grazed over her clit, she drew in her breath sharply, her lips parting.
He circled the sensitive spot and his Cathy writhed under him, her ass brushing against the flannel. His varles ached as he watched her move, but Rellec shook away his own needs and gently drew back her hooded skin, exposing her fully to his touch.
“You are my Cathy.” He loomed over her, his mouth a tongue length away from her clit, and she stilled, her eyes wide. His veins pumped with sexual power as he pursed his lips and blew. She screamed and pushed upward with her hips, smacking his face with her pussy.
Moisture splattered across his cheek ridges. Sladky matka. She was wet. His spicka jumped, his body urging him to plunge into her slick channel. Control. Her pleasure comes first.
Rellec brushed his hand over his skin, gathering her juices, and he slowly licked each fingertip clean, savoring her essence. His Cathy tasted like the taskilin fruit, a rare and coveted delicacy found within his planet’s solitary desert.
He bent his head and his nasal passages filled with her scent. Her pleasure first. He swept the flat of his tongue across her folds, coating his taste buds with his mate’s cream.
“Yes! Yes!” she shouted, each affirmative response slicing away at his tenuous control.
More. Rellec cupped her raised ass with his big hands, supporting her slight weight, and he licked her from ass to clit, flicking that small bud with the tip of his tongue. As she screamed, she pressed her heat against his mouth and he fed on her, on her wetness and on her passion, taking her joy as his. He filled her hot entrance with his tongue and he lapped up her unique flavor.
“Rellec, Rellec, Rellec.” She panted his public name while he drank from her.
Satisfy her. Bind her. “I will attempt more, my Cathy.” He sealed his lips around her clit, burying his nose in her wondrous brown curls, and he sucked. She released a long, loud wail, her naked body levitating off the flannel shirt.
She didn’t claim him. Disappointed, Rellec removed his mouth, and his tiny human mate crumpled under him, her limbs alarmingly loose and languid.
“That was certainly more,” she murmured, her voice husky.
“Your bodily systems are compromised.” He slid his hands over her, heat radiating from his fingers. He eased the heaving of her chest, his touch lingering over her breasts, and he cooled her flushed cheeks. Her lips parted and his spicka bobbed. Lejno. He wanted her. “Did I damage you, my Cathy?”
“No.” She blinked up at him, her eyes unfocused. “You fixed me.”
My pleasure now. “I must fuck you, my Cathy.” She waved her hand, signaling her agreement, and Rellec settled into the cradle of her thighs, her body designed perfectly for him. He thrust into her, driving so deep, his balls bounced against her ass.
He held himself still, her pussy fluttering around his cock, ratcheting up his own vibrations, and for several long moments, the tremors of skin against skin were enough to satisfy him. He was inside his Cathy, his druzka, his mate, and raw, fierce emotion swirled around him. His braced arms shook and perspiration trickled down his back, yet he didn’t move, willing the feelings to subside.
His Cathy squinted up at him. “Rellec?” She tentatively placed her small hands on his shoulder ridges.
He flinched at her choice of address. “I am not Rellec. I am your Rellec,” he told her. She frowned and her forehead wrinkled. “You are my Cathy.” The furrows on her brow deepened and Rellec’s internal organs twisted painfully. He felt so much, yet she felt nothing. “My Cathy.”
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