Harold grinned. “Though mine seem boring in comparison to what I’ve heard from you two, I hope we have a day to do that.”
They quickly parted without further words.
Evan pulled two coffees from the continental breakfast area to take back up with him. He turned and another thought passed causing his eyes to widen with realization. He stepped back to the white-clothed breakfast table and replaced her coffee with an orange juice.
XVI
Genna was sitting up in bed with the television squawking at her. Her welcoming smile would have made his heart melt…if he had a heart. “Good morning, Evan. You brought coffee?”
He sat on the bed beside her and kissed her forehead. “Not exactly. We must talk.” He handed her the juice.
“Oh?” Her smile faded and fear entered her eyes. “Juice is good, too.”
Evan smiled and handed her the orange juice. He stroked her cheek and that took the fear from her. “I must protect you.”
Her smile returned. “I like the sound of that, but I’m pretty good at self-defense, myself.”
“Not what I mean,” he said with a chuckle. He found her confidence alluring as his eyes drifted to her bare belly…where a child that would be named Georgia now was just beginning to grow.
XVII
January 2, 1994…Windsor, Ontario
Three hours ago their eyes had met across a bar and through a mist of beer goggles.
Now, Linda was gathering up her pantyhose and debating if she should put them on before leaving the hotel room. With the level of snores, she was torn as to how much she should hurry to get out.
Charlie…at least that was the name he had given her…was not much of a lover.
Linda knew it was not his name having “accidentally” seen the name on his credit card, James Bryson, as he paid his bill at the bar.
Odds are he was not from New York City, either…probably Des Moines or Grand Rapids or Fort McLeod. Definitely he was from somewhere less sexy than NYC.
She mouthed the words without sound, “N-Y-C, you make ‘em all postcards…” When she had agreed to go back to his room, she had not been looking for a passionate experience. She simply wanted to fuck. At least he had worn a condom without her prompting. It showed a little respect.
They had met over a game of blackjack at the new casino. It had opened in September the year prior in a “temporary” location in downtown Windsor. Cold as it was, at least the walk to the hotel was close…Windsor was not all that big of a city anyway.
After their coupling, she listened to him drift off into drunken snores before getting out of the bed. In the bathroom mirror, her red hair looked completely disheveled. The elevator ride was only going to be up two floors, so she ignored it. Her green eyes blinked the unasked question, “What the fuck were you thinking?”
James/Charlie gave another loud snore.
Linda collected her pantyhose and stepped from the room into the hall. She stumbled towards the elevator, still feeling the effects of the four Erdingers from the hotel bar before she had fucked James/Charlie, but she got there and pushed the down button.
Ding! The elevator proudly announced its arrival.
Linda stepped on, pressed 10, and was disappointed with the realization she had pushed the button for down and ended up riding it to the lobby first as she leaned back into the corner for support.
At the lobby, a tall man in a dark suit got on. After pressing 15, he turned and offered Linda a smile. His long blonde hair was held in a ponytail keeping it out of his clean-shaven face.
“I’d rather have fucked you,” she said with filter obviously still held in check by the German beer. She thought, other than the hair, if he took off the jacket he would look like one of the cast of Book of Mormon.
He chuckled and allowed his blue eyes to travel to her bare legs. “You still can.” His voice was baritone and his hands were strong as they grasped her hips and spun her around.
Linda surprised herself by not objecting…in fact, she spread her legs as she felt her black skirt being lifted over her hips. She gasped as his strong fingers quickly thrust into her and his other hand wrapped itself in, and then tugged back on her red hair.
His zipper was somehow opened and in no time his erection pushed between her legs.
With the head nudging at her pussy lips, Linda thrust back so he had no choice in the penetration. That cock was hers and it felt huge! The realization that it had no condom caused her to pause for only a moment, but the pleasure was too great to stop. Her oncoming orgasm, this time, was like a freight train coming…it could not be halted. She looked at him through the mirrored wall of the elevator cab. Her eyes, however, did not register that they had stopped moving on the fourth floor.
The man smiled as he thrust deeper and harder into her.
Linda reached back, grasped his hip, and pushed back harder. The scream that lifted from her lips should have woken the entire hotel. It was a shrill that was the most pleasured experience she had ever felt…until she collapsed in the corner of the elevator, no longer breathing. Her body lay motionless, wrinkled and dry as though she had aged from 45 to 95 in the space of a single orgasm.
The man smiled down at her. A quick shake took the last drips of cum from his now flaccid erection so he could zip up dry. A quick flip open of his phone and his baritone voice sounded pleased, “This is Graven. I have met the emissary and we can commence eviction.” He snapped the phone shut. “Let’s party.” His skin began to glow and eyes went bright yellow. With a flash, he was gone.
The elevator began its climb up, again. First opening on 10 and then 15 where, in both cases, it opened to only empty hallways. When it returned to the lobby, and a drunken couple that had hooked up at the hotel bar were about to get on…that is when the screaming started.
XVIII
February 14, 2018…Sarnia, Ontario, Canada
“Georgia! Where is Lincoln?” Evan asked his daughter. “We have to go now!”
“I’m here, granddad!” The man’s voice came from behind Evan. “Are we going to be hitching a ride?”
Evan turned to Genna and squeezed her hand before answering the Lincoln, “Sort of.”
“A Vogon Space Constructor?”
A quick look out the window and the mushroom clouds in the distance gave his circuits a moment’s pause. Turning back, he offered Lincoln a wink. “Not exactly. But, damned close, my boy.”
Lincoln’s green eyes sparkled at his grandfather.
Evan held the thin black device in his hand and waited for the red pulse before pushing the button.
All four flashed.
Part Five
Finding Graven
I
January 23, 2018
Savannah allowed the nameless man to pound his cock into her. She was completely folded with her knees on his shoulders as he thrust deep into her. In truth, she did enjoy being penetrated so deeply.
Besides, imbecile or not, who was Savannah to argue when she was hungry?
One mistake she felt the scientists had made was picking a model-type body, one that these humans apparently worshiped. It had never occurred to her that the term “out of my league” would be uttered so often, and by so many. There were many men too self-conscious to even consider approaching her.
This particular man was from some military wing. He was quite muscular and strong, by human standards, and thought himself something of a ladies man.
A bit of a joke was that Savannah found the muscular and good-looking people too narcissistic. The guys with the egos to stroke, however, were easy prey. Usually, they were a quick lay and not often much fun. The more self-conscious guys, Savannah found, were always more of an adventure to coax them to bed. Much more fun playing an intellectual chess match and, when she got them there, their appreciation showed.
So, when a guy did throw himself at her, she just kept the momentum going until he orgasmed and she could feed.
When dealing with prey, she would never
be judgmental about it, but on the human attraction she found a thicker body usually meant a more caring soul. Were she not here to prepare for the planet’s annihilation, she might have suggested that her home scientists do a study.
For now, however, she sensed the Corporal’s orgasm coming and felt the first energies of his life force ebbing into her. He would be dead soon. This body, this shell of his, would age from 20-something to 80-something as his cock spewed its sperm into her. The life force that he also spewed would be eaten by Savannah, nourishing her for a few days before she would need to take another lover.
One advantage with guys was the ease with which most of them orgasmed. Of the women Savannah had taken, she found they were generally a lot more effort.
A fake grunt gave him the idea she was enjoying this more than she truly was. Her mind, however, circled back to Gerald, the man she had first met on the side of a road near Winnipeg, and then again at the swingers club. Nigel and Sheila believed they had introduced her to him. Sheila had joked a day later that Gerald was like Officer Don to Savannah’s Sally, which prompted Savannah to do the sad task of watching the entire series of Third Rock From the Sun. Not only did Savannah disagree that Gerald was anything like Officer Don, but truly this type of mockery of alien life forms meant this race had to die.
Her current lover quickened his pace and the skin on his face began to crease more as it dried out and years were taken from his life.
Upon meeting Gerald again at the club, upon seeing him again, she wanted to thank him and even wanted to please him. For the first time, she did not want to feed, but she did fuck him purely for pleasure and then vanished before she allowed herself to kill him. Gerald had given her a reason not to want to evict the humans.
The first warm cum shot was felt between her legs.
Savannah clutched the nameless man so he could not get away until she was down devouring him.
It had happened before where her prey had tried to get away with the realization of life’s end being so close. This one, however, seemed resigned to his end.
His memories began to flood through Savannah’s mind; from his tours in Afghanistan to his abuse of cocaine and alcohol; from his failed first marriage to his losing his virginity by raping his high school prom date; she saw it all.
Humanity was not losing a great man this time. Of course, if the plans of Savannah’s master were going to happen, humanity would lose any greatness before long.
Corporal Nameless was now lifeless, and Savannah pushed him off the bed onto the floor causing some of his skin to create a small mushroom cloud of dust. She got up from the bed, went to the washroom. A quick shower, re-dressed and application of a little makeup, and she was out the door with a smile on a face and skip in her step.
In the lobby of the hotel, a man with a black fedora and black overcoat sat on the overstuffed couch in the lounge area reading a newspaper. As Savannah walked through, the paper was lowered just enough for his green eyes to follow her.
Savannah pretended not to notice him as she pushed open the glass door and stepped through. With cabs waiting outside the door, she was quickly inside one and moving away from the scene. Leaning back, her mind wandered back…
II
Five years earlier… The Ris Science Labs on the Third Moon of Kettelgian Five
“I do what?”
The scientist's face formed a grin, or at least he had mentioned earlier that it was called a grin when a human face did this. “Just like I told you.”
“I suck it?” Shava asked with a look of astonishment. “What kind of barbaric planet are you sending me to? I thought cannibalism was frowned on there.” Shava looked up from the rod and into the blue eyes of the scientist. Having been watching Earth's broadcasts, she had decided to give him the nickname of Q, which fit being his name was Quelver.
“You don't bite it.” He looked down at the prosthetic that pointed out from his groin area. As was always the case, Q had tested the physical alterations on himself before any of his agents. Thus, he stood before her as a human male.
Her physique was, by human standards, modelesque...and female.
Q had tried female long before they had decided upon the gender of their first agent going to Earth. When they decided on male, and knowing that Graven would likely choose the more masculine gender when he was to go, Q then tried the other for when Shava was ready. Not only for the experience but also to help the agent train for feeding.
One thing about the human beings was that feeding required mating. Mating was foreign to the Emmis in the way humans did. The Emmis were used to it on a much more mental level than physical.
For the mission, they had brought Q a list of candidates that were all highly decorated and qualified in evicting androgynous species. Genders, however, none had experience with. Q chose strictly upon appearance, in the end, the softest facial looks so he could make the Emmi into an inconspicuous female. He chose Shava, who currently stood in full naked female human form in front of him.
Shava had evicted four races. Two races were evicted for the resources of their planets and two, as was the human situation, for Emmis food.
“So if I don't bite it...?”
“You just suck on it. Try it.”
Shava lowered to her knees and moved in close.
“Open your mouth.”
Her mouth parted.
“And take it in.”
Lips slipped over it and stopped.
Q gasped, feeling the nerve endings pleasure points activate. “Back and forth, don't just hold it there.”
At first she followed instruction, pulling it almost out of her mouth before sucking it back in. As she watched Q close his eyes and just enjoy the experience, she began to improvise. First she pulled it from her mouth and licked its entire length with the tongue she had implanted in her mouth. Then, closing her mouth, she puckered the lips and planted them on the tip hard before allowing the tongue back out there.
Q grasped the desk behind him with his left hand for balance. His right reached around and took a handful of Shava's brunette hair.
Shava liked the feeling of his hand guiding as she continued her exploration. Next her tongue found the dangling bag beneath the rod and flicked her tongue at the two round objects it held. Sucking one in, she quickly stopped with the pained moan Q gave...okay, that was not a good idea.
“Here it comes,” he whispered.
She sensed it, too. The rod grew in warmth and rigidity in her grasp. Returning her mouth back to it, she sucked it in deep again just in time to feel it convulse and feel the warm liquid it poured into her mouth. Her eyes looked up, concerned.
“Swallow,” he instructed. His eyes suggested no concern was needed.
She did and released.
“Well done.” He gasped to catch his breath. “Were I a human male, I'd be dead now.”
“That's it?”
“All it takes is a human orgasm and they are done like dinner.”
Shava felt her face smile and convulsed in, what she would learn a bit later, was called a chuckle. “Done like dinner? What does that mean?”
“Right, we still need to work on your figures of speech.” His eyes lowered to the still dripping prosthetic. “Had this been a real penis, it would have warmed more and had a different taste. My understanding is each one tastes slightly different. With males, you can get them to orgasm that way. You might use your hands even, or by fucking.”
“Fucking?”
His grin returned. “I was hoping you would ask.” His rod began to harden again. Being Q did not completely understand human males; he had made his prosthetic with the ability to harden simply on mental command. “Stand up.” He stepped away from the table.
Shava did.
“Bend over on the table. The technical term for this is sex, but that term is rarely used while it is happening.”
Again, she did as instructed. Her eyes widened with the pleasurable sensation of feeling the rod pushing in between h
er legs. She had wondered what that hole was for.
Q’s fingers explored around her hole. “This is called the vagina. And this is the clitoris, one of the main spots that helps bring a woman to orgasm.”
Soon they were thrusting as one until the rod exploded, once again, leaving dripping liquid that ran down her legs.
Shava turned to him and hugged him. “Where did you learn about that?”
“Humans call it porn. Apparently it is also part of their procreation process, but that is rare and usually by accident.”
She growled at him, a hungry growl. “What is it when you spew?
He looked up as though searching for the words on the lab ceiling. “Um....orgasm.”
“Can females orgasm?”
“Oh, yes, as I’ve already stated. The clitoris is a wonderful way to achieve that with rubbing and licking.” His eyes widened. “You felt it?”
Shava nodded slightly. “I felt something.” Her eyes widened. “Licking?”
Without waiting, Q stuck his hands between her legs. Squatting, his tongue went in as well.
She fell back against the medical table for balance.
Fingers began opening her until Q pushed his entire fist inside.
Little yelps of pleasure came from her lips as she leaned back on the table, both hands flat on the top behind her for balance.
“One thing we have to change,” Q said between licks of her clitoris.
Mid-gasp Shava asked, “What's that?”
“Shava is not an appropriate Earth female name.”
“So pick me a better one,” she said in near squeak. Her orgasm took her, however, and she missed that he thought she should go by the name Beatrice.
“I’ve still much more to go over.”
Heaving in attempts to catch her breath she glared at him. “Go on,” she growled.
“The penis tends not to be called that.”
“What do you mean?”
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