by Mark Alders
Motac understood.
Zane was erect a split second after his new lover—a lover now in true physical form—was nose deep in his pubes one moment, then licking the end of Zane the next. Zane let out moans, encouraging Motac even more.
Then, when he knew the moment was right, when his whole body began to sing with the wonderful song of ecstasy, Zane said, “My turn.”
A moment was spent moving into position. Zane was on his knees, grabbing Motac’s cock and feeling his balls. It sure was different to actually see an eternal’s dick up close. He didn’t have a foreskin as such or even a head. Motac’s dick was more like a black, shiny pipe, thicker at the base than at the end. Zane wasn’t even sure the eternal had a piss slit, because darkness over darkness was impossible to see. Did eternals cum? He knew they wouldn’t have to piss. Being inside another being would see to that.
Sure, he’d seen Zoltan out of Mirko’s body, but he’d never had the eternal’s dick in his mouth like he was about to do now. To suck off a bloke—not only was that one of the most intimate and special things two blokes could share with each other, it meant there was nothing left to the imagination. All of Motac was there for the taking. To Zane that was more important than anything the eternal had done up to this point. To open his mouth and accept a dick, that required more than lust or emotions. It required a certain amount of trust.
After all, that was what this was all about.
If Motac could accept Zane as a physical being, then he could accept Motac as an ethereal one when he was inside him. “You ready?” he asked.
Motac nodded. “Yes, beautiful.”
Zane took in Motac’s length, starting slow. To say that there was no feeling there, even if it didn’t look like a human dick, was an understatement. Motac practically jumped out of his skin when Zane wrapped his lips around it.
Another thing about giving a blow job, guys loved it. There was nothing better than seeing a bloke writhe and moan while he worked their dick to the point of ejaculation. Again, like Motac, Zane slurped and sucked, using his hands, both on the eternal’s length and to gently massage his balls.
Moments later, Zane’s mouth was flooded with a taste sensation he knew all too well. It seemed eternals did and could cum. Motac almost collapsed as his cock pumped more and more ejaculate into Zane’s eager mouth. The taste was strong, bitter, but also tangy, like lemons and pineapple with a hint of acidity all rolled into one.
Zane swallowed all Motac gave him.
He didn’t care that Motac had blown his load so soon. In fact, he was pleased he’d pleasured the eternal so well. Then again, most times he would imagine eternals wouldn’t be engaged in sex in such a manner. Normally they would experience it from inside their host.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” Zane asked, stating the obvious, but unable to help himself, considering Motac’s smile. It was one of relief. The best kind of smile there ever was.
“I loved it,” the eternal replied with a gasp.
“Well, you’re gonna love this even more.” Zane didn’t stand on ceremony. His cock was rock hard and he needed Motac’s arsehole around it to ease all the sexual tension he had built up while he was on his knees.
He turned Motac around, bending him over and feeling his buttocks, exploring his arsehole, to let him know in no uncertain terms he wanted to give his natural lubricant something to work on. Zane was going to pound Motac within an inch of his fucking life, his hunger and lust at saturation point.
The eternal had to grab onto the nearest control panel, one that was atop a bench. Zane didn’t give him much time to prepare. He also had those pangs of excitement course through him, emanating from his tightening balls. Through that sensation, he knew he didn’t have long to go before Motac would be receiving his cum in great big dollops inside him.
Zane always got extra horny when there was a new hole to plug. Motac’s butt certainly looked damn fine. Sort of like Cal’s, only made up of eternal stuff instead of flesh and bone. “Fuck me, you’ve got a cute bubble butt, Motac,” he said to reinforce his observation and to give Motac a few more precious seconds to get ready.
“Thank you…” Motac said. His next words were muffled as Zane pressed his cock against him. The eternal let out a yelp of pain.
Zane stopped. He hadn’t even pushed his bulging head in yet, but withdrew. “You all right, dude?”
Motac craned his neck so he could look at Zane, pleasure and pain and lust and need filling his face. “Do me, beautiful. Do me as hard as you can. I’ll be fine for you.”
Once more Zane didn’t hesitate. This time, however, when he pushed in his cock, it went in smoothly. It seemed Motac had produced some extra eternal lubricant. Just as well. He was tight, as tight as he’d ever had in a long time. He held Motac tight around his hips, pumping away and coming to kiss him on his neck and cheeks. Zane loved how receptive the eternal was.
Motac truly was to be trusted.
Soon, with both as one, joined in their love making like real lovers should be, Zane decided to do something different. He knew that time travelling eternals fed from others by cock-docking with their victim’s male friends. In Thomas’s case, Jacob was the food. He wondered what would happen if Zane fed Motac in the same manner.
He pulled out, missing the sensation of Motac’s tightness around him straight away. Still, he was close to the edge of climax and didn’t have time to waste. He turned Motac around again.
A look of puzzlement now the main feature of the eternal’s expression. “What are you going to do, Zane?”
“Watch.” Zane grabbed Motac’s cock. It had gone hard again. Probably the result of him stimulating his prostate. Then, without further hesitation, Zane touched his cock onto Motac’s and pulled at his foreskin so the join could be sealed.
“You…you’re not…are you?”
Zane smiled. “You bet your tight fuckin’ eternal hole I am.”
“But you…it will give me more power than you may be…you might not be able to handle me.”
Zane didn’t care. He wanted to give Motac a gift for putting up with him through all his insistence about being trusted. Seconds after Motac spoke, Zane began to masturbate his cock with Motac’s inside his now stretched foreskin.
Another short moment after that, Zane blew his load. Every drop went inside Motac, and he could see a blue spark of energy transfer into the eternal with his orgasm. To Zane it felt like Motac’s cock opened up like a mouth to accept his jizz. No wonder their dicks weren’t shaped like humans were. Really, an eternal’s penis was designed for a different purpose. It was designed to suck their food’s cum from out of their balls—a sensation Zane realised all too well as Motac’s dick kept up with its suction, even after he had finished ejaculating.
The cock-docking served one purpose and Zane now understood why that was the preferred method of feeding for an eternal. To cock-dock, to have the food’s foreskin seal the joining of their cocks, meant that the eternal could get maximum suction. The eternal could then take even more—Zane’s life force, if needed.
They weren’t called time vampires for nothing.
In the end, Zane had to retract his foreskin and pull away. To do so required all his effort, for Motac was designed to take from him. With sweat dripping off him, and his cock tingling from the transfer, Zane said, “Man, now I understand you.”
Motac was out of the moment for a while. When he came to, when his eyes must have focused on Zane once more, he said, “Thank you for letting me feed off you. That has really truly shown me that you trust me.”
Zane smiled, embracing Motac. “Any time. Just don’t send me through time or anything else weird like that. I don’t want to see my younger self—he was a loser.” Zane kissed Motac. When parted, he added, “I think we now really understand what’s going on here, but you’ve gotta know, I’ll only feed you after you’ve let me fuck that tight hole of yours. Deal?”
“Deal.” Motac gave more kisses, ones filled with passion
and appreciation. “And Zane, because you have fed me, I can give you something special. With you now being my sustenance and my host at the same time, that makes you even more unique. You can benefit from my increased strength, no doubt about that. You can become a super-human, if only for a limited time.”
“Cool. So what are we waitin’ for? It’s time to go kick some Banshan arse, then.”
Motac turned into his ethereal form, an action that made him coalesce into what looked like black smoke. He then merged his body with Zane’s, entering him properly once more. Motac was once more a voice in his mind.
For the first time since he’d had an eternal inside him, Zane welcomed it. He had missed Motac, to tell the truth. What was more, now that he knew the eternal would leave him if he desired it, Zane was even happier. Now that he understood how eternals worked, he realized he could give Motac the energy he needed to help them survive, no matter the situation. No wonder Mirko couldn’t live without Zoltan. Besides, when they cock-docked from now on—because they certainly would—Zane knew deep down and without doubt that the eternal would only take what he needed to help them both.
Motac wasn’t a vampire at all, but a trusted lover and friend.
Chapter Six
Emergency entry, Zane’s implanted data storage device. Ship time, 0800. Location, Induction Flow Control Room. Date, Feb 18, 2586. Internal input.
Motac was right. I’m a fuckin’ super-human or some shit like that. I was able to jump down the access tunnel hatchway to the induction flow control room without so much as blinking. A drop of more than twenty-feet, if not more. It was like the distance meant nothin.’ Man, as far as I’m concerned, at any given opportunity I’m docking my dick to Motac’s to give him my juice, that’s for sure.
You make it sound so lovely, beautiful, Motac said, sarcasm in his voice.
Hey, stop interrupting my diary entry. Just because you got my dick up ya, doesn’t mean you’ve got free rein in my head. Zane couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t hide anything from Motac. He began to laugh—mentally, of course. He didn’t want to give away their position, not until Tink had cut the power to this section, anyway.
Sure. But I have noticed we’re now in the far future. Look at that panel over there.
Zane glanced at the controls Motac was so excited about. He was right. The reading said that they were in the year 2586, a few days ahead of what Zane had worked out from previous entries he’d logged since he’d had Motac inside him.
We must be at that Supernova place. Right?
Just then, everything went dark. Not staring into eternal’s eyes dark, because emergency lighting ignited, but dark enough to warrant caution.
I believe Tink has achieved his goal, Motac said.
Good. Now we can get to business. What do I have to do to smash this place up so Parenthesis will become a floating rock?
Motac replied, Dispense with those two Banshan warrior guards who’ve just spotted us hiding behind one of their primary control panels, that’s what.
Zane rolled his eyes. What am I supposed to fight them with—my big, cum filled balls?
You still have plenty of my energy to draw upon. You fed me well.
Zane chuckled mentally. Yeah, I did blow a huge wad for ya, didn’t I? He balled his fists and charged toward the two guards who approached their position, screaming out a war cry and with a new sense of vitality washing over him. It seemed having an eternal inside him had more benefits than just conversation.
The two guards were both surprised and angered by Zane’s charge. He, of course, used their hesitation about whether he was a complete nutjob for taking them both on at the same time, or a worthy opponent skilled in hand to hand combat, to take the initiative and strike the first blow.
Hit them both in their jugular notches, Motac screamed in his mind.
Zane didn’t know how or why, but with Motac’s encouragement, he poked two fingers into each of the Banshan warrior’s necks in turn, right below where their Adam’s apples were located. The result was instant and gratifying, if only way too short. The two Banshan grabbed at their necks, choking for a moment before composing themselves.
“I think I just made them angrier,” Zane said, stepping back.
“You will pay for that, human filth,” one of the Banshan said. He was the bigger of the two, brandishing a pain stick as well as a laser rifle. Zane knew the rifle could finish him off with one blast. He wasn’t even wearing clothing, for a start. What protection did he have against an energy pulse weapon? None.
Disarm him! Motac yelled again. Disarm them both!
How?
Zane dodged a strike from the other Banshan. It seemed they wanted to fight him hand to hand. Was that one of their codes? To take on an enemy on equal grounds even if they were at the advantage? He didn’t wait to find out. Zane stood tall, approached the smaller of the two and without thinking, and again without really knowing why, he slapped his hands across the Banshan’s head where his ear holes were. The warrior crumpled to the floor, holding its head and clearly in agony.
You did it! Motac said with a cheer. You found their one major weakness.
What did I do?
Banshan can’t tolerate immediate changes in pressure, and by slapping that one to cover his ear holes, you disrupted his extremely sensitive vestibule inside his inner ear—
Zane didn’t catch the rest of what Motac muttered about inside his skull. The larger Banshan had brandished his pulse weapon, pointing it at Zane’s stomach. It had dispensed with the pain stick, its weapon of choice clear.
“Time to die,” it said with a growl.
Zane was truly defenceless.
In fact, he was worse than defenceless. He had nowhere to hide and nowhere to run. Zane stepped back and found a rather large control panel behind him. He had one choice and once choice only—do the damage to the induction flow before the Banshan warrior sent him to oblivion.
“Well, gee you got me,” Zane said, placing his hands behind his back so he could begin his sabotage before it was too late.
You feel that large knob? Turn it fully to the left and then pull. When it comes out, throw it down into the engine chasm below. If we die here and now, we do so with our duty complete.
Gee, that makes me feel so much better, Zane said.
The other Banshan had staggered to its feet, blood trickling from the ear holes on either side of his head. “Kill it. Kill it now,” the warrior said with a slur, holding onto his comrade and using him for support.
The Banshan who held the laser rifle smiled a cruel smirk, a glint of hunger in its eyes. The thrill of a kill was plainly feeding its depraved nature. If the thing had his genitals on the outside of his body, Zane was sure he’d be at full mast right now, a boner created by his excitement for murder. “With pleasure.”
Zane removed the knob from the control panel, producing it for the warriors to see. “Before you do get rid of me, I think you’ll want to know I’ve taken this thing out of the panel behind me.”
Both warriors looked shocked. The larger one lowered his rifle. “Give that back to us, you dirty ape.”
“Why should I?”
They looked at each other. Zane got the impression that not being able to protect the workings of the induction flow was somehow more important than their sport of killing Zane where he stood. Interesting. “We will let you live if you give it to us.”
He’s lying, Motac warned.
Duh! Don’t you think I know that. Zane verbalised, “How can I trust you’ll keep your word?”
The smaller one said, “You can’t.”
“I thought you’d say somethin’ like that.” With those words, Zane threw the knob with all his might into the bottomless chasm below—where the spires of crystal engine were, where finding it would be near on impossible.
So what exactly did that knob do? Zane asked.
Absolutely nothing.
Say what?
It does nothing, Motac stated matter-of
-factly. How can a whole planet, one powered by a living crystal engine, be brought to a halt by a small metal object? Impossible, wouldn’t you say?
Again Zane mentally chuckled to himself, if somewhat dryly. Yeah, I s’pose you’re right. Now that you mention it, this sure ain’t the Death Star—well not something that can be destroyed by a fluke happening, at any rate.
Clearly the Banshan warriors had no understanding of the mechanics of what they were guarding. Panic had taken over their otherwise smug expressions. They looked at each other. The larger one said, “You go down there. Get that object. I’ll deal with the monkey descendant.”
“Yes, sir,” the smaller one said. He soon disappeared from view.
Congratulations, beautiful. You got rid of one of the Banshan without so much as raising a sweat.
Zane was now preoccupied with the fact the remaining warrior had pointed his weapon in his direction once more, the sound of its charging filling the air with an ominous tone. “You won’t get away with this, I can assure you of that.”
“And you’ll be hung, drawn and quartered for letting a mere human bring down the whole empire of the shadow eternals, you fucking bastard.”
The Banshan sneered. “I will take great pleasure in presenting your head to Erkla to claim my prize of capturing the one who tried to bring us down.” No sooner had he spoken those venom filled words than he fired off a shot.
Much to Zane’s relief, the warrior’s aim left a lot to be desired, considering his point-blank range. Then again, Zane soon understood why the energy bolt had blasted above his head instead of inside him to splatter him to the four winds.
Tink had jumped from a gantry above, claws slashing at the Banshan’s back. As Zane noticed, there was a moment of sheer agony as the warrior turned to face his attacker, but thankfully, Tink was prepared. The reptilian alien was soon a scratched up mess on the steel grating, seconds after the initial strike. Tink wasted no time sinking his claws into the Banshan’s flesh to pierce his chest and puncture something vital.