by Meg Ripley
Eli had knelt before her as she was thinking. He fixed her thong to cover her once again. He gently slid the skirt up her thighs and secured the zipper. He pulled the edges of her shirt together and refastened the buttons. When he was finished, he reached out a hand to her. He was silent for a moment, staring at her intently. And then she heard him, even though she was certain he hadn't moved his lips. “Come with me,” he had said without uttering a sound.
“I heard that,” she said aloud in awe.
“Then it has already begun,” he smiled and she placed her hand in his. Suddenly, no part of her struggled to fight the urge to go with him. So, she didn't fight. He pulled her along with him into the street and they walked together silently.
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It was late and there wasn't another person in sight. With one furtive glance around, Eli caught Charlotte up in his arms, and then he was speeding along, carrying her like she weighed nothing, and moving faster than a train. He reached the water's edge in just moments—she presumed it was a lake outside the city limits. He placed her down on the ground gently and when she was firmly planted on her feet, he dove into the water. Eli emerged less than a minute later but he most definitely was not swimming. A small ship rose out of the water and she could see him piloting the spacecraft. It hovered just before her, and he hopped out and came around to offer his hand once more.
She hesitated for a moment and then accepted his hand. Eli led Charlotte onto the ship and took the seat next to her. “Kind of small, isn't it?” she teased with a light laugh.
“Think of it as your own personal chauffeur to a much larger, private jet,” he explained. “Are you ready?” he queried and she nodded her agreement. Just a moment later, they were high above the clouds and Eli continued to take them higher. It fascinated her, and she watched the entire ascent.
She watched as Eli pressed a button on the panel in front of him and a much larger craft came into view.
“Cloaking technology? I thought that was just in movies,” Charlotte commented, though she wasn't certain why she was surprised. The larger craft opened to accept the one Eli currently piloted. He glided in smoothly and the ship closed behind them.
“Come with me,” Eli said again wordlessly, and it seemed this time, he had to focus a little less intently for Charlotte to hear him. She followed him out of the shuttle and out of the room they first entered.
Her feet came to a sudden halt and she could only stand and stare in awe. In the next room, the walls were covered with a multitude of gadgets and gizmos that she didn't recognize. But it was the floor that held her attention captive: it appeared to be made entirely of glass and she stared with a look of wonderment in her eyes, seeing Earth far beneath them.
“It's incredible,” she whispered.
He turned her toward him as his hands moved to wrap around her waist. Eli pulled her tight against his body and his mouth came down swiftly to cover hers. He thrust his tongue against her lips, demanding entry this time, and she complied easily as her hands came up to the back of his neck.
It was obvious that Eli's control over his own arousal was waning. He was rock hard and since he'd had Charlotte naked in her kitchen; all he'd wanted to do was thrust his cock deep in her pussy. But he'd held off this long, and he could muster the strength to wait just a little longer.
His hands came between them, but instead of unfastening her shirt's buttons gently this time, Eli tore at the fabric. The buttons flew through the air as Charlotte's tits sprang free once again. He slid her shirt down her arms and the bra that had never been refastened followed. His hands found her zipper and tore hard at her skirt, ripping it open and it fell to the floor to join the rest of her clothes.
Charlotte could feel the restraint in his hands as he moved to her thong, sliding it down her thighs instead of tearing it off, likely afraid it might injure her delicate skin in the process. His eyes surveyed her naked body, and everywhere he looked, she felt her arousal climb. He lingered on her nipples, stimulating them with his mind before he came down in one swift movement and wrapped his mouth around her nipple. He squeezed her tits, making Charlotte moan.
But she didn't want to be a bystander this time. Her hands came between them and found the hem of his shirt. She pulled gently and Eli released her nipple to let her undress him. Her hands went to his bare chest immediately, running her fingers over the wall of solid, hard muscle before her. He groaned in response to her touch and pulled her against him once again, her soft breasts pressing against his chest as his mouth came down hard on hers.
“Lay down, Charlotte,” he whispered huskily, breaking the seal between their lips. She moved to lay down, bracing for the cold feel of the glass she was expecting; to her surprise, the glass felt no different than her own body temperature. She stretched out on it, glancing down to see the Earth beneath her naked body. Eli shucked his jeans, his cock springing free, making Charlotte's mouth water.
But before she could move, he knelt down between her legs and spread them open. His eyes focused on her wet pussy and she suddenly felt her arousal build a thousand times over as he stimulated the most sensitive spot along her inner walls. She'd never experienced such intense arousal before; she moaned, whimpered and writhed, all the while an orgasm built inside her unlike any other.
“Oh God, Eli!” She fought against the sensations building inside her, clawing at the glass until she could hold back no longer. She began to cum, screaming loudly as her wetness soaked the glass beneath her. Eli ran his hand across the wet glass and then rubbed her pussy, her clit, her thighs, loving the sight of her wet skin before him.
She remained still for a moment, the aftershocks of her orgasm still sending spasms of pleasure through her body. Eli stood to admire the naked, wet form before him, but as Charlotte saw his cock come into view, she sat up swiftly and was on her knees in seconds. Greedily, she wrapped her lips around his cock, taking as much of his length into her mouth as she could. Eli groaned and laced his fingers through her hair.
She withdrew his cock from her mouth slowly and licked the sensitive flesh of the tip with her tongue. He groaned louder and gently guided her head forward and she took him back into her mouth eagerly. Again and again she sucked him in as far as she could and then withdrew until just his head remained inside the warm confines of her mouth.
She increased her pace and Eli's hips thrust forward so that his dick made contact with the back of her throat. Charlotte worked faster and Eli groaned louder until, at last, he withdrew his cock from her mouth, holding it against her lips as an orgasm rocked through his body, and he watched as his cum landed in her mouth and on her lips. She swallowed easily, surprised by the sweet, sensual taste of him.
Charlotte collapsed to her knees on the floor, assuming their play had come to an end. But, in the next moment, Eli had her by the waist and was flipping her over gently onto her hands and knees. Caught off guard, she stared down at the Earth as Eli lined his dick up with her pussy. Charlotte was surprised to find that he was still rock hard. He spread her lips and moved back just slightly to see her wide open before him and he began to stimulate her pussy again without a single touch. She moaned and arched her back in response to the intense sensations, and then her eyes widened some as she began to feel like he'd inserted something in her. Charlotte's inner walls contracted around the non-existent object as she felt it move inside her and innately she began to thrust backward to meet its every plunge.
And then, even though his hands still held her pussy open wide, she began to feel something probe against her ass. She couldn't help but continue to thrust back, still fucking the invisible object in her pussy, and her movement made her feel like something was being inserted into her ass. “Oh my God, Eli. What are you doing? It feels incredible!” she panted.
And then, all of a sudden, the invisible object inside her was gone, replaced by Eli's massive cock. He plunged deep inside her in one swift thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her wet warmth. She cried out in respon
se and ground her hips against him to enjoy every single sensation his dick could offer. He withdrew slowly and then plunged back into her, moving slowly at first and gradually increasing his tempo, all the while Charlotte continued to feel the invisible object in her ass increase its speed as well.
Eli leaned forward and reached for her tits. Charlotte's eyes had been closed, enjoying the unrivaled sensations coming from her pussy and her ass that were driving her wild. She opened her eyes then, and there below her was the most breathtaking scene. She could see the greens and blues of the Earth far below her, and in the reflection of the glass she could also see Eli's hard, muscular body thrusting into her. His muscles flexed with every movement, and she stared at their reflection, mesmerized. He thrust harder, faster, as his hands squeezed her tits. Charlotte kept up with his pace as her body thrust wildly. “Oh God, Eli. I'm coming!” she screamed as another orgasm overtook her body. “Yes, Charlotte, yes!” he groaned in response as her spasms sent him over the edge and he shot his load deep into her pussy.
He withdrew slowly, enjoying the tight, hot feel of her for just a few more seconds. He laid down next to her and opened his arms, motioning for her to join him. Her muscles trembled, her body spent from the overwhelming pleasure she'd experienced, and she collapsed against him happily.
He was silent for a moment, and then, “There is something I have not told you. Something that is very important.”
“I was hesitant at first; I did not want what I am about to tell you now to influence your decision. But then, I didn't know how to tell you. But we are close, so close to home, and I can put it off no longer,” he began. Charlotte was having a difficult time following his meaning.
“I am not a mere inhabitant of my planet, and it was not for an ordinary bride that I was seeking.” He swallowed audibly.
“I am the king of my species; not the ruler of a country or continent as is the way in your world, but the sovereign leader of the planet. And you, Charlotte, will be my queen. The planet will accept you, and it will restore you to your pure form, unscathed by the harsh environment of Earth. You will reign at my side for centuries to come,” he finished, meeting her eyes to convey the full import of his statement. Charlotte's jaw dropped, surprised beyond belief for the umpteenth time since meeting Eli just a few short days ago.
“Are you ready to see your new home?” he queried without a word, nuzzling his lips against her ear as he communicated with her. She could only nod.
And then, all of a sudden, the Earth was no longer beneath the clear glass floor. The scene beneath her passed in a blur and she stared harder, trying to make out what it was she saw passing beneath them as Charlotte laid there wrapped in Eli's arms.
In less than a moment's time, the blur came into focus as the ship slowed. She caught sight of a beautiful trail of color; pink, purple and blue swirled together like clouds and spread out across the dark expanse.
“Oh…my…God…,” was all she could force past her lips. And as the ship moved onward, something else came into view. It was not a ménage of clouds, it was a planet—a beautiful solid form that shimmered with the same iridescence as Eli's markings.
“Welcome home, Charlotte. All that you see now belongs to you, my Queen.”
THE END
Rescued By The Alien Mate
A hot alien hero saves a smart and sexy female cyborg who teeters on the brink of death.
Who is this mysterious and sexy stranger? Is he the long-lost key to unlocking her hidden talents?
“And then we had to run all the way back because I’d forgotten my goggles, can you believe that? Anyway, I saw one of the humans in my corridor and I asked them if they have to wear goggles when they get that close to the sun, and do you know what they said?”
They never get that close to the sun, Ada thought, amused, but she knew Pili wouldn’t let her get a word in before she started to talk again. Instead of answering, she smiled at her younger sibling, waiting for her fill her lungs with air so she could continue speaking.
“They said they never get that close to the sun! I can’t believe I never knew that. I always forget that humans are so soft, we never see them, and we probably won’t for, I don’t know, twenty or thirty years?” Pili turned and looked up at Adofo, who had been holding her hand and listening as silently as Ada had been. “What do you think?”
“I think---“
“I guess thirty,” Pili cut in, undoubtedly never realizing Adofo had begun an answer in the first place. She tugged at the neck of her violet jumpsuit as she spoke. “I’m only 25, but I feel so much older sometimes. Maybe it’s all the couplings I’ve seen. Hey, did you hear about Ulu and Ari, they’re officially coupling soon!” Coupling was similar to marriage, but since cyborgs couldn’t reproduce, it was always for what humans called love, although cyborgs couldn’t feel love in exactly the same way as their fleshier cousins did.
Adofo smiled at Ada over Pili’s head as she plowed through her news, amusement plain on his broad face thanks to the shining white light emanating from the corridor’s walls. With his sonorous voice, heavy frame, and layers of protective, foam-like muscles, Adofo wasn’t used to being walked or talked over; luckily, he seemed as fond of Pili as Ada had ever seen a cyborg become of another being, and her exuberance only endeared her to him. Most cypeople in the maintenance department were so busy they didn’t bother to pursue anyone romantically until their 40th or 50th year, after they started to form stronger attachments outside their family units, but times were changing---at least according to the culture evident in their dorm station. She couldn’t be sure about the other stations, but it was hard to imagine life on other stations clearly at all when she could hardly keep track of hers.
“You okay, Ada? You always seem nervous before missions! But I mean, we don’t get nervous, so, what’s up?” Pili took two whole breaths, signaling she was waiting for an answer. Ada shook her head, sending a loose curl flying from her ponytail. She frowned as she pinned it back into place, trying not to picture her elevator pod being hurled into the sun instead of locked into her ship. She decided to lie instead.
“You know, I always forget to eat before these things. I’m just hungry; I’ll grab some gel or something before I dismount.” Ada took a slow, deep breath and hoped Pili would buy it. They were nearing the boarding bridge---she could see the dark red double doors just at the end of the curved hall. Their dorm, like most other standard cypeople dormitories, was built like an enormous cylinder, with 25 levels for work and 25 levels for living and entertainment.
Pili nodded in response to her older sibling’s words, pale green eyes thoughtful. “Whenever I’m gardening, I can get pretty wrapped up in things and forget to eat, too. I can’t wait for my first mission.” A grin lit up her features, and a pale pink flush warmed the tint of her tawny skin, lighter than Ada’s own shade of mocha. “I wonder if I’ll get to fix complicated things, like you! Or just stuff I already do, like prune space bushes, or something.” Pili seemed so distressed by the latter possibility that Ada laughed and patted her cheek with one hand.
“It’s not that exciting, really,” she said earnestly. “Once you actually finish learning about all the things that can go wrong, that’s pretty much the last you hear of it. And then you get out there in your ship, spend one minute on the problem, and ten minutes on the return trip. I’d rather be pruning space bushes; at least then I’m sure I’m doing something useful.”
Pili giggled and touched her palm to Ada’s, and Adofo averted his brown eyes---it was an affectionate gesture between cyborgs fashioned from the same genetic source, or “siblings”, like them. Ada felt a tingling surge of warmth move up her palm and spread through her body to envelope her heart---love, she thought--- and she tried to control her reaction as the alarming, exhilarating sensation took over… and faded away just as quickly as it came. Like always, it left her partially mechanical heart beating furiously hard and fast, but she focused until she was able to reign it in. Pili took no n
otice.
“Good luck,” she said, smiling. “Bring me something cool! See you at lunch?”
“Yes,” Ada said, and she was comforted to find that her voice sounded normal. She closed her hand and touched her fist to Adofo’s much larger, ivory colored one---a less intimate but still affectionate gesture to the man who was becoming like a brother to her---and when she only felt the cool press of rubberized flesh, she sighed with relief.
“Good luck,” Adofo said, smiling gently.
“Thank you,” Ada replied. She wasn’t bothered when he simply turned and started to walk away, slipping his hand into Pili’s as they moved back down the hall; since Pili started dating him two years ago, he’d rarely spoken unless he was first spoken to. This was something that still tended to be true of older cyborgs or cyborgs with traditional caretakers; Ada and Pili’s parental units had both been warm, radical-leaning females who were as close to Pathoborgs one could get before actually turning.
“I just don’t have it,” Jada would often say. “Pathos have to be born, not made---in a manner of sorts.” Nat would laugh at her joke no matter how many times she told it, and she still did, even though they were both now eighty years old and had surely shared the joke hundreds of times.
The joke was that no cyborg was born; not traditionally like a human, at least. They were grown in dishes and then transferred to artificial wombs to grow in a vat of nutrients for three to six months, depending on what you needed them for. Jada and Nat were grown to work with numbers, and chose to work in the dorm’s core, fixing problems in the giant computer system as they arose; Pili was grown to care for living things, small animals and plants in the greenery rooms in the dorms, and later down on Earth, when she was finished with her service here; and Ada was rare, a Jack-of-all-trades that was often dispatched to deal with more dangerous issues on all fronts, due to the abnormal strength of her skin and organs. Her dorm’s technician told her that it was abnormal, but not unheard of, and it simply meant she’d mutated a little more than most of the other cypeople. That simply meant she was different, he assured her. She’d been ten, and had been sent to be examined after dunking her hand in a pot of boiling acid, coming out unscathed.