by Ashley Amos
“Lee are you—?”
There was no answer, he simply leaned up and kissed her, his warm mouth and a set of arms with surprising strength wrapping around her. She, as flustered as she was, began flapping her fins like a child, amazed with the sudden change.
“This is what humans call… kissing.” Lee said softly. “Let me show you everything. I want to show you everything I can,” Lee said with a whine and an aching whimper escaping him.
“Lee, no…” Zana replied. “You’re drugged. This is the result of the Tennann crew altering your psychology…”
“No.” Lee shook his head. “They can’t break me that easily. This is just how I felt when I was talking to you. It’s what happens when I meet a gorgeous angel from on high who descends to save me and treat me like a person.”
Lee kissed her again. Her blush returned and deepened, making her fins flap once more. She whined, melting into the action, into the touch. Everything in her pointed to a neon sign saying ‘NO’ but at the same time… her love and her passion for her work made her ache to continue. First Contact was sacred to her people. Her work was sacred to her. This, here with Lee, the human with the beautiful almond-shaped eyes and the skin like gold… She kissed back. At the very least she could garner more information for her work. At the very least…
Lee licked up along her jawline. She shivered and held on to him tight, worried for his health more than anything. She turned, glaring at the guard through the bars. He simply shuffled out of her line of sight. Turning back to Lee, she caressed his bare chest, lithe fingers tracing over the contours of his muscles and wondering, pondering if she should continue.
“Zana please…” Lee begged with a quiet voice. “It aches. I haven’t felt the touch of a woman in so long. So long… I need it. I don’t think I could keep going if I don’t have…”
“Nonsense,” Zana barked. “This is the effect of the drugs Seddi’s crew has been pumping into you. You don’t love me.”
“I do!” Lee said, pushing himself up, bare chest heaving with a heavy breath. “I do love you! You were going to rescue me. You talked to me. You made me feel like I was something more than a victim… a statistical number among thousands of millions… I was something to you. Right? I’m not just… an abductee. Right? I’m more than that to you.”
“Of course you are,” Zana said. “But you’re also hopped up on…”
“Heh…” Lee said. “Hopped up. I taught you that one…”
Zana blushed. Her hours of conversation with Lee started to flood back to her, the ache she was feeling only growing. Having devoted so much of her time and energy to her work had never left her thinking of this opportunity, and despite Fanilgo’s interspecies relationship comment, her people, her colleagues even… often found themselves…
She kissed his forehead.
“Lee, I can’t love you. I just met you,” she said. “But I will give you this much… Show me,” she inhaled. She exhaled. “Show me how humans make love. I need to know all the terms and practices and it would help more than you know if—”
Lee cut her off with a kiss. This time it was deeper, his tongue slowly finding its way into her cool mouth. She mumbled and whined faintly, but pressed forward.
“That,” Lee said, pulling back. “Was a French kiss. It’s named after an equally romantic and stuffy people known for being a bit wild when it comes to this type of thing.”
Zana nodded. “Show me more…”
*
The guard had closed a secondary door to Zana and Lee’s cell at the point where Zana stripped out of her uniform. Despite all of her life having been devoted to work for so long, she rationalized so much of the proceedings away into nothingness.
She was consumed with Lee and his body, the two of them tangled and bare on the cool floor of the dark cell. Surprised did not begin to describe her state when the two of them discovered they shared relatively compatible sexual systems. His cock pressed against her, warm and throbbing, the thick length making her wonder how he had managed to hide it until then. Her rosy complexion seemed tinged purple, her face and firm breasts heated more so than they usually were. Her fins fluttered.
“Lee…” she called out softly, the words hanging in the dark. “More…”
“You want my cock?” Lee asked. “You do, don’t you?”
“You mean a… rooster?” Zana asked, blinking in the dark.
“No,” Lee said, chuckling in her ear. “It’s another term for penis.”
She nodded, looking over to the small point of light in the corner, her translator still working overtime making sure she could understand everything about human language. Her hands wandered down his back as he adjusted himself on top of her and all of her color shifting beauty. He kissed her again, deeply, his breath hitching faintly.
“I want it,” she whispered.
Lee, whether of his own volition or through the effects of the drugs, seemed to rock against her, the strength that had landed numerous Tennann crew members in the infirmary on display now. Zana arched her back. Even in the dark, her pussy was flushed deep pink, nearly crimson, as her need and want mingled with her pride in her work. All of the twists and turns were beginning to overtake her and her reason. Lee was beyond everything she had hoped for. The power and sanctity of First Contact was still upheld here, with whatever loving that the two of them were sharing. She groaned.
His dick slowly pressed against her smooth, bare cunt, parting it open with relative ease for how wet Zana was and for how much precum he was leaking. Part of Zana knew, in the farther reaches of her mind, that all of this had to be facilitated by the drugs Seddi’s crew had administered. But she pushed that thought aside. A moan escaped her as Lee eased himself deeper and deeper into her body. Fins flapping, moans wandering up and into the dark, she clung to him, her hands on his voluptuous ass, squeezing his muscled rear as if that was her only anchor to reality at the moment. She felt him deep inside her, the thick, slightly flared head of his dick hitting every single soft ridge and node inside of her.
“Lee… Oh God…” she gasped.
He was silent as he buried himself to the hilt inside of her, his hands firm and rough on her side, holding her down, holding her close to him. Slowly, he rocked. Pulling back, he scrapped with a soft touch every single ridge inside of Zana, making her quake, shiver, and moan beneath him. Lost in the throes didn’t begin to describe her reaction, her fins flared and taught, her eyes catching the light of the translator as the two of them mumbled sweet nothings for a few moments.
Lee, with all of his muscled glory and warm flesh, continued to rock back, and then forth, slowly building a steady rhythm with his body and hers.
“Lee… God… More…” Zana said, nearly begging now, her fingers wandering the smooth warm flesh of his ass. “More…”
Lee said nothing but grunted, slowly moving at a quicker pace, making Zana lose herself all the more. He pressed onward, wiggling and gyrating his hips side to side ever so slightly, pulling at the soft, sensitive flesh of Zana’s cunt as he ploughed into her. Though amphibious in nature, she was more than just wet, her body lubricating for whatever it was the two of them were doing.
She clawed at his lower back with one hand, the other wandering between his legs, reaching for his taint and slowly applying pressure there, as if she knew anything at all about stimulating a human male. Lee groaned and shuddered, his artful rhythm disrupted as she teased and made his loins ache.
“Zana,” he growled, kissing her once more, his body heated and aching and everything in between now. “Zana I love you.”
That alone seemed to shake Zana from her stupor, despite how delightful it was. “No,” she said softly, arching up, her ridged pussy slowly milking Lee for all he had. “You don’t love me, Lee Harrison. All you know of me is my name, my title, my face. If anything you love that…”
Lee shook his head, continuing to pick up the pace. His balls slapped with a dull thump against Zana’s body with each moti
on, his mind on fire with desire. “No…” he grunted, a slow steady shiver starting in his legs. “No… I love you. You rescued me. You saved me. From these space pirates… From Earth… from nothingness…”
“Lee…” Zana whimpered, her body shaking with Lee’s now. “Lee…”
“I love you… my rose-gold angel from beyond the stars…” Lee panted, suddenly coming to orgasm, thrusting as warm fluid filled Zana and brought her to her metaphorical knees.
Zana shook, as orgasm, something not very common among her people, rocketing up her spine, cascading over her body like a never ending wave of pleasant warmth. Even in the dark her markings seemed to be deep cherry red, flushing alongside her purple blush. She was beyond wet, her eyes shining in the little light offered by the translator. She held Lee steady in her arms, feeling him pull out, feeling him hold her close, feeling everything he had to offer her as the translator in the corner pinged twice, signifying everything was done and ready.
Zana gasped, lost somewhere in the sensation of completion.
*
It had been a few hours in the dark, Zana lost in Lee’s arms, the translator pinging faintly as they talked sweet nothings to one another. She looked over to the door, waiting, worried more than anything what her fate would be. Her wandering, wondering mind contemplated the possibility that Lee was right and they would end up dondik or slaves to criminals outside of the Federation. Calmness eluded her despite how sluggish sex with Lee had made her.
He on the other hand, seemed to have calmed down, groggy but otherwise amicable. She had worried, aside from her skeevy attempt (and success) at finishing her translations, that he would hold all of the nonsensical sex against her. But his kisses continued. The dark seemed to shield them from whatever spirit of common sense would chastise them for their actions.
The dark couldn’t protect them from the cell door opening again though. Zana looked up, her markings going pale, her half-bare body shrinking back as the two of them stared at Captain Seddi standing there, looming over them.
“Get up,” she commanded.
Zana scrambled… back… away from the door and the threat, pulling Lee with her. “Get away you foul witch!” she screamed, pulling Lee close to her body, holding him close.
“Say bitch, it’s more scathing,” Lee muttered. “Promise.”
“I don’t have time for this!” Seddi shouted. Without any warning, she lunged, slowly morphing from her inky black from to something much more familiar to Zana.
“Fanilgo!” Zana shouted, scrambling to her feet as her co-officer from the Azin pulled her up.
“Get dressed,” he snapped. “I’m glad you managed to distract the guards and throw them off their game, but you need to get dressed. And get this human in order. We’ve got to make a run for it.”
“Fanilgo he’s drugged. And naked for that matter,” Zana protested. “It’s not that easy.”
“Nothing about this mission has been easy,” Fanilgo snapped. “They cut out communications with Benkof and locked us up. If it weren’t for the fact I confused the second shift guards and that the Transport Deck is within running distance, we’d be fucked.”
Lee grunted and sat up, holding his head. “We can do it,” he said. “I won’t be a drag. Promise.”
“He can talk?!” Fanilgo said, stepping back.
Zana nodded, holding up the translator in her hands. “We finished here in the cell. I linked our communicators on the trip down to the Tennann and then with the ship’s. The moment we get out of whatever sphere of communications interference they’ve set up, everything I’ve recorded will be sent directly to the Azin and Captain Benkof.”
“Perfect,” Fanilgo said. He pulled Zana towards the edge of the cell, Lee on her tail as he looked around the empty corridor outside. “If only we could get the confession from Seddi herself about abducting and selling uncontacted humans into sex slavery…”
“You know that’s what’s happening?” Zana asked. “For sure?”
“Sure,” he replied. “I got the guard to talk after knocking him out in the cell and locking him up. I waited a bit, put on my Seddi disguise, and when he woke up I got him to give me all the info I needed.”
“Perfect!” Zana jumped, rushing out into the hall, zipping her suit up fully. “Our translators record things automatically. We’ve got everything we need, including the human.”
“That’s me,” Lee said, stumbling a bit and holding his head before Fanilgo caught him by the arm. “We can do this. Just lead us out of this hell hole.”
Fanilgo nodded, turning to Zana and pursing his lips. Once more, he took the form of Captain Seddi, and stretched, his now black body clicking with each popped joint. He turned, pacing gently, and began gliding at a fast pace towards the dead end of the hall, approaching a faint seam in the wall. He punched it.
“Fire route… for in case of an emergency. And since there’s no emergency… I had to… force it open.”
They ran. The amount of stairs would have slipped Lee up in his current state had he not been running on adrenaline since the cell door opened and ‘Seddi’ descended upon them. But with Zana at his side and urging him along, they prowled through the bowels of the ship, the clinical and abandoned emergency corridors and stairs a safe place for them.
It was only after a few minutes that the alarms went off, blue and yellow lights flaring every now and then, the siren like a pulsing whine. Doors began appearing from faint seams along the corridors. Lee froze, and had Zana not picked him up and carried him, they would have likely lost considerable time. Fanilgo in his commanding disguise turned to make sure they were still following, shaking his head slightly at the sight. It was another few seconds before they kicked through another emergency door, flooding into the transportation bay, the vast hangar full of a half dozen shuttles.
“At the end. That’s ours,” Zana said, pushing Fanilgo in his disguise along. She adjusted Lee in her arms and rushed forward, even as the few attendants in the hangar milled about and started to swarm up to the catwalk where she and Fanilgo were running along.
“Give me a sec,” Fanilgo muttered to Zana.
“What?” Zana and Lee balked as Fanilgo froze and turned to the oncoming crew members. “Fan… please no—”
“You!” Fanilgo boomed, his Seddi impersonation spot on. “Get back to your stations! I am personally escorting these two prisoners to safekeeping while that Puraw is on the loose! Now! Back to your stations!”
Zana blinked, amazed that it was working, the crew member retreating.
“And prepare the Azin’s shuttle for takeoff. If I need to get out of here with this… cargo it would be best if the Azin suspects as little as possible. Got it?” Fanilgo barked, leading both Zana and Lee down to the hangar floor.
“Yes Ma’am!” came a chorus of voices as Fanilgo lead his partners further into the hangar.
The alarms continued and the stress mounted, Lee beginning to sweat, Zana’s fins drooping and markings growing pale. She could feel her heartbeat pound in her chest.
“Fan…” she mumbled.
“Keep an eye on your communicators,” he snapped with a hiss. “The range for the jamming must be slight if we’re in the hangar. Just… keep alert.”
Everything was a blur to Zana, but Lee with his muscle and his warmth and a kiss to her cheek kept her grounded as Fanilgo led the two of them towards the shuttle. They actually had help despite the alarms and emergency sirens continuing to pulse in the air like a mechanical death knell. Before she knew it, she was strapping Lee into a seat on the shuttle, Fanilgo as Sedddi at the pilot’s chair.
“Fan…”
“Our communicators are unjammed. Slightly. I’m going to try something…” he muttered with Seddi’s voice still, his hands messing with the controls, slowly activating and pressurizing the shuttle and preparing it for takeoff.
“Uh… you guys…” Lee muttered. “We have a problem.”
He pointed out the portside window, to where
the real Seddi and her crew were flooding the hangar. Weapon fire rang out and the shuttle buzzed, rocking slightly as it was hit.
“I’m sending info to the Azin…” Fanilgo said, flipping a few switches. “And I’ve got the airlock… Open!”
“Airlocks?!” Zana shouted, getting in her seat and strapping in as the shuttle lurched and the hangar depressurized at a rapid rate, the oxygen and everything not bolted down being dragged out into space. “Fanilgo are you crazy?!”
“They’re slavers! Zana get your head on straight and activate the thrusters!”
“Uh guys?! Isn’t this a little dangerous?!” Lee shouted from behind them.
Both Fanilgo in his original form and Zana turned back to face him. “Very!” they shouted.
The shuttle rocketed out into space, away from the Tennann in its cloaked hiding spot behind the moon. Fanilgo fussed with the controls and the directional programs as the shuttle wobbled and shot off towards the Azin far above the orbital plane.
Zana fussed with communications, sending as much data and info as she could to Benkof before they arrived. It was another few moments before the three of them could calm down and breathe with some semblance of normalcy. She stopped after a few moments and swiveled in her chair to face Lee.
“Why don’t I get you some clothes? That ought to help this a bit,” she said, chuckling as she reached out and took Lee’s hand. “There’s no need to introduce humanity to the great wide universe while in the nude.”
Lee snorted. “But Zana, dear… You already did.”
The two of them laughed and Zana got up, moving to join Lee and kiss at his cheek.
“I swear, if you two keep this up I’ll return you to the Tennann,” Fanilgo said with a displeased groan. “At least get him dressed. Please. Dear Lord.”
“I really ought to,” Zana said, getting up and rustling through the store of supplies at the back of the shuttle. “You’re going to be a diplomat of sorts, Lee. You’re going to be a legend to your people for generations. You might as well look your best.”