“What is this,” she asked Dylan who was floating beside her with his hand in hers.
“Come on. I'll show you.”
It didn't really bother Becca at all that she was in an alien ocean following an extraterrestrial below the surface of his planet. It was the most exciting thing she'd ever experience. When they darted down the long tunnel, she felt a rush of adrenaline, and the way his hand held onto hers sent sparks through her. His touch was so gentle and graceful, not like that of any man's she'd ever felt. He could direct her and make it easy without being awkward or too commanding. She simply followed him and was content to do so.
Becca realized as they dropped further and further down into the tunnel that she would follow this creature anywhere, not just because he enthralled her but because of some tantalizing essence that she could see directing his actions. Whatever his species was, they were astounding entities with amazing spirit and vitality.
He grabbed her close and they spiraled down, in each other’s arms and made their way to the bottom of the tunnel that curved outward. The edges were dotted with stalactites and stalagmites, something that seemed strangely earth-like. Everything was so familiar, yet a little different. The rocks, instead of being an inky maroon color, were tan with spots of white. The water was perfectly temperate, even below ground, unlike that of her own planet's which was colder than most people could find comfortable.
She wanted to explore the region, learn about its plant and marine life. She wanted to see the dry land and learn about the various eccentricities that made this world such an exotic environment. The wildlife would drive her into a frenzy. She could spend a thousand lifetimes studying every leaf and fish that she could find and never be fully satisfied by what she found.
There were little pieces of life, even down there. There were tinny silver fish that glowed, casting slivers of light throughout the tunnel and lighting their way. There were also little red fish, smaller than minnows that separated so the couple could pass. She followed behind him and watched as the tunnel got wider and wider until it opened up into a domed chamber with an opening that led to the waters outside. The light streamed down until it hit a ray statue of a mermaid holding a golden harp that gave off its own light, sending a yellow glow along the rosy floor.
“Oh, it's beautiful.”
She swam around it to get a closer look. Every hair was meticulously fashioned out of what looked like granite. Single strands waved back behind her, making it look as though it was floating up.
He saw her looking and sat down on the floor to watch her amazement. “We've been coming to earth a long time. Your sailors would see us swimming alongside their ships during the era of exploration, and we came to be known as mermen and our mates as mermaids.”
“You're the origin of the myth?” She spun around to stare at him in shock.
“Yes.” He nodded his head. “I guess you could call me a merman.” She giggled brightly.
“So how do you get to Earth?”
“We tore a rift in space thousands of years ago and began traveling back and forth. The technology is lost to us, but we have many such rifts in the ocean that lead to other planets.”
“Amazing,” she cried out in excitement.
“Maybe I'll show you someday. It's astounding to be able to see what's out there. There's everything from silver jungles to fire planets where the creatures are made of though rock and flowing magma.” She sat down next to him.
“What is the most beautiful place you've ever been?”
“Here,” he replied softly as began to swim in front of her so he could look at her directly. “Earth is a planet of astounding beauty, a gem that must be treasured. There's nothing like it. The diverse life there is rare. This place reminds me of the beauty of the union between your world and our own.” He toppled her over so that her back touched the ground their chests were touching. His body slipped along hers, providing her with tantalizing stimulation. “Becca,” he whispered.
“Yes,” she gasped. He was so close, like an innocent youth with wide eyes and filled with desire. A little tendril of his hair was lifting up above his face and she twirled her fingers through it.
“Can I touch you?” He ran his fingers slowly down her stomach.
“Dear god, yes.” That did it. He used his hands to pull down his shorts to his ankles and his long cock popped out. He looked down at it, drawing her attention to his hand running along the shaft. She dove for his lips and ran her tongue along the sides of his mouth. He pulled back and bit her bottom lip, sending out a surge of pressure that shocked her face and made her giggle.
“Shh,” he put his finger to his lips and ran his hand down her stomach with his forefinger finding its place just above her lips. Every stroke was another spark flying through her body and out into the water surrounding them in a pulse of energy that mounted as he each down and flicked the center of her blooming flower. She jolted and cried out passionately as his finger ran along the place where her lips parted and he looked up at her meeting her eyes. “Do you like that, huh?” He dug his finger deeper and she felt a swell building up deep inside of her as her whole body tingled from his touch.
His hand was slipping faster, and she loved to see his foreskin move up and down his bulbous head. It was long and she wondered what it would be like to nibble it softly. She decided that she would do that at the first opportunity. She reached out and pushed his hand away, keeping her gaze intent on him as she ran her thumb along the base of his head.
He responded by lunging and growling as he pulled off her suit, sending the ripped fabric floating. She felt so exposed. Her whole body was shivering as his fingers moved slowly, deeper and harder, pushing past her lips and running along the wall of her inner sanctum. He dove into her stomach and let his teeth run along, past her belly button, and then over her clitoris, where his tongue danced up and down, sending her into an ecstatic frenzy.
“Yes!” His fingers curled up and found that place that made her whole body ache from the throbbing burning sensation, turning that swell into a tidal wave of epic proportion that burned through her, and transformed her into a mess of screaming jelly squirting her sweet ambrosia into his mouth just as she saw him shaking softly in pleasure, and the cum burst out of him like a warm fountain.
They fell asleep as they floated mindlessly to the top of the dome in each other’s arms.
Chapter 6
When Becca woke up, she was laying on her side in the sand and he was holding his arms around her with his cock pressed up against her. She loved the way it felt with the head barely touching her butt. She wanted to take him in and discover his most intimate secrets, but for the time being she was content with being held and loved.
She'd never felt her stomach jump up and down like this. Every time he touched her, her body screamed out, begging for more, so she decided to reached back and run the palm of her hand along his shaft. She heard him exhale and then he grabbed her and turned her over so he could jump on top of her. The head of his dick was running along her belly button.
“You know, Becca, nobody really wears clothes here.”
“Can we do it anywhere at anytime?”
“No, but we can tease each other till we're about to explode.” When he said the last word he pinched her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, then twisted them so that she felt like she'd been shocked with a bolt of pleasure. He pecked her on the lips and swirled up towards the ceiling.
“What are you going to show me today, sweet lover?”
“Food, and the most advanced civilization to have ever come into contact with human kind.”
“Society?”
“Culture. Technology beyond that which you could possibly understand, and an alien world.” His voice emphasized the magnitude of what she was about to experience.
They floated through the exit hole and swam side by side over the rose and burgundy landscape. He followed one of the lines towards the dark spot beyond, which Becca could tell wa
s the crater. She turned to him, mid-stroke and asked, “What do you call yourselves?”
“Well, we don't have our own language—just human language. We take a lot from your world since we enjoy it the most. When your astronomers saw us and named our system, it was a historic occasion for us. We began calling ourselves the Centaurians. You know,” he cast a sideways glance at her, “you can even look us up online.”
She burst out laughing. “Really?”
“The stuff out there is comically inaccurate, but yes. You can look up Centaurians.”
“Oh my god. I thought that stuff was for schizophrenics and drug addicts.”
Dylan laughed. “It is. Truth just filters in from eyewitness accounts. Some people see us swimming around in the water, or they spot us from ships. Nobody ever comes through the rift, but they do go by it”
“What about our governments? Do they know about you?”
“No. We won't allow them to. Your species can be dangerous if provoked.”
“But how could you possibly hide it?” Becca was perplexed.
“Sonar won't go through the portal. To ships it just seems like a small opening in the ocean floor. Your geographical surveys don't even show it since it's so small.”
“Genius.”
“It happened by accident.” His tone grew somber.
While they swam to the city, Becca asked a million questions. She wanted to get every single detail about the world around her. The people were simple; their technology allowed them a level of freedom that no human could possibly have. Their production and distribution were largely robotic. Vocation was an option. Every Centaurian was free to live his life as he chose without the restrictions of a career or even a strong governmental force. The concepts of law and justice seemed alien to them. Their nature was consistently good, loyal and protective, though there was something there behind Dylan's eyes.
She didn't notice it until they got to his planet. He had very deliberate movements, and scanned the seascape in the same way a soldier would. His eyes moved left and right automatically, assessing everything from the tiniest speck of dust to tiny shapes in the distance. He knew his world better than any human knew their home.
He had seen things, but unlike a soldier, he processed them in a healthy way, and it allowed him to take on threats with confidence. She remembered the match with the dolphins. He understood their behavioral patterns and how to move so as not to alarm them.
Perhaps that was the alien inside of him, the creature that could interact with the world in a way that a human could not. Maybe it was simply experience. He had moved through countless worlds and experienced things she could barely imagine.
She could see the city rising up ahead of them. She realized that it was a lot bigger than it seemed before. She had no idea how large the crater was, several miles for certain. It was more orderly. There was a crystal tube to their right, which Dylan swam towards. He took her hand and squeezed it. There was an air of anticipation between them.
“What can I expect,” she asked.
“People will know you're human and they will stare, but only briefly. You will go in through that tunnel,” he pointed to the end, “and then we can walk through the oxygenated pathway. There are merchants, mostly Centaurians in human form, restaurants and entertainment.”
“You have all of those things?”
“Sentient life, so far as we know, doesn't vary much. We eat, and we like to eat good food, but we're lazy and don't want to catch it. We like to have some sort of mental stimulation. Our species has holographic movies, comedies and such. We love sports. Things aren't going to feel dark or profound, Becca.” He laughed. “We're very much alike. We just aren't human.”
“No hive queens and evil things crawling in my ears?”
He shook his head. “Hate to disappoint you.”
“What about the Betas? Do they bite?”
“Only if you take your clothes off.” he winked at her. The tunnel jutted down so that the Centaurians could enter at the sea floor and float into the tube. Up close the crystal looked like quartz with a green light inside of it, almost like a neon tube, but the surface was shiny, and the light streaming in from above cast glimmers on its smooth shell. They swam up past a barrier and entered the oxygenated tunnel. Becca was surprised to see that when she stepped up, she propelled forward towards the opening. “Oh my god!” She looked back to see Dylan with his arms crossed against his chest and a serene look on his face.
The city center was set on a thick pillar that held up a wide, square base that jutted upwards with spires aspiring toward the surface. The walls housed small tunnels serving various functions and the square itself was dotted with domed huts and square buildings. They were all made of the same glowing crystal, but the floor was a buffed black color, like smooth ebony, only it had more traction. When she shot out of the tunnel, she landed quite easily on the ground and started surveying her surroundings.
Becca was standing in the center of a wide plaza, with building set alongside it to form a square. There were men darting back and forth taking care of business. They all had the same magnificent stature as Dylan, and while most wore a white ribbon of cloth for underwear, many wore nothing at all, letting their cocks flap up and down as they walked.
“What is that,” she asked Dylan, pointing to what looked like an overturned clam shell straight ahead.
He was standing beside her and put his arm around her shoulders to pull her in. “That's the coliseum. It was commissioned during medieval times. “
It had a craggy gray surface with mother of pearl patches. Becca imagined one of the gray rocks falling down and crushing somebody in the head.
“Look.” Becca turned around to see Dylan jump six feet in the air and spin as fast as a top before landing perfectly on his feet.”
“What the…”
“Don't you feel lighter? The gravity is lower here. You can move around more easily.”
Becca had to admit that she felt a lot lighter. Moving from the water to the dry air emphasized the effect. She looked down at her hands and took in the way they moved with barely any effort. It was surreal.
“You hungry?” Dylan patted his stomach. “It was wonderful eating you out, sweetie, but I am starving.” He took off at a run down a path that led through a narrow alley between the buildings to her right and she followed closely behind. She felt strong, like she could jump over one of the buildings. She was certain, in fact, that she never ran that fast before. Mid-stride, she jumped up and propelled herself forward, more than six feet. “Whoo!”
“Told you,” Dylan turned back and screamed as he turned a corner. When she turned to the left to follow him, she saw that they were entering another square where the smell of sizzling meat and burning oil permeated the air. She caught up to him near the front of a small square building with a sign on top labeled Burgers.
There was no door, just an opening that led to a sitting area where there were soft black cushions lining the wall with tables set in front of them. Dylan walked in and she followed him inside. There were people sitting quietly and talking over burgers and fries with salt shakers and ketchup bottles sitting on the little tables. There were even clear cups filled with soda. She took a seat against the wall across the table from Dylan and marveled at how strangely familiar the whole thing was, as if she had entered another country rather than another solar system.
“Why do you only eat human food?” Becca was perplexed. “Doesn't your body need nourishment?”
“We're fed by the human body, and we are carbon based, so our bodies require many of the same nutrients.” He looked back to see a large Hispanic man approaching them. His whole body was covered in thick hair, except for his face which had a well-trimmed goatee that contrasted well with his soft features. She couldn't help but notice that when he turned around and walked her way, his cock stood up at attention. It was as thick as her arm and nearly just as long.
“Hey now,” Dylan said playfully. He s
aw her looking at the waiter who was almost behind him.
“Hello, miss. Welcome to Solar City One Burgers. May I take your order?”
She giggled and tried to look up past his cock. When she finally managed to look up at his face, she could see that he was quite pleased with the attention. “I don't know. What do you have?”
“Everything you could possibly imagine,” the steamy waiter responded. Becca really was going to swoon. She realized that it had been more than 16 hours since she'd eaten anything and she was starving.
“I'll have a chocolate milkshake, with three cherries, a basket of popcorn shrimp with cocktail sauce,” the man's cock nodded up and down with his head. “Um, I think I'll also get a fried chicken burger with tomatoes, avocado and mayonnaise. Oh, and chicken fingers—lots and lots of chicken fingers with good thick ranch.”
The man turned his head to Dylan. “I'll get a burger with ketchup and cheese and a basket of plain shrimp.”
“Great.” The man turned around and Becca watched the waiter's butt go side to side as he walked away.
“Ahem.” Dylan cleared his throat.
“What,” Becca snapped. “I can't look?”
“No.” His response was quick and final, but as far as Becca was concerned it was a product of his alien nature because with so many beautiful naked men around, she wouldn't be able to stop herself. Her eyes would go where they wanted. Anticipating her response, he added: “Not pointedly. They might try to claim you.”
“Claim me?” The waiter returned quickly with a barrel of food, more than Becca could possibly eat. Dylan began stuffing his face with her popcorn shrimp. She decided to let that one go, but she couldn't get past the fact that she hadn't seen any women, and there were no betas around there either. She took a drink of her chocolate shake, which had a touch of vanilla added in and a dollop of whipped cream. “How did he come back with the food so quick?”
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