Playing With Fire: Dragons Of The Darkblood Secret Society

by Meg Ripley

  Banek stood in a quick, smooth movement that Jessica couldn’t help but admire. “Do you think you’d feel better if you knew what I looked like everywhere?”

  Jessica opened her mouth slightly to start to reply and realized that her throat had gone dry; her words were slow to come. She swallowed and nodded. “I think—I think that might help.” He’s probably seen plenty of naked women. How many naked alien men have I seen? None. It’s only fair for him to strip first.

  Banek began to unbutton his shirt slowly, his lips twitching in amusement. Jessica watched, unable to tear her eyes away, as a smooth expanse of purple-gray skin was revealed inch by inch. Banek didn’t seem to have body hair at all—and in fact, now that she thought about it, he didn’t even have eyebrows, or even the suggestion of stubble on his cheeks or chin. Banek tossed his shirt onto the floor and brought his hands to the front of his pants, and Jessica’s breath caught in her throat. Her heart beat faster and faster as he unbuttoned and unzipped the fly of his tight pants before tugging the fabric down over his hips.

  Jessica’s eyes widened; apparently—though she wasn’t sure how Banek had made the choice—the alien male had decided that briefs were the appropriate underwear. As he stepped out of the pants, Jessica’s eyes took in the enormous bulge straining at the thin fabric of his underwear. So, it’s not just the tight pants that make him look huge. Good to know. Her heart beat faster and faster in her chest and Jessica’s desire was tinged with instinctive apprehension. Banek hooked his fingers in the elastic waist of his briefs, and in one quick movement, he had them off. Jessica’s mouth fell open at the sight of what she had to assume were his genitals—though she realized at the same time that she could be totally wrong. Banek’s cock stood proudly erect and improbably large—comically large. Ridged, with what looked like almost bumps along the shaft, it was strange and familiar at the same time, and for a long moment all Jessica could do was stare.

  “Uh,” she said finally. “You’re certain that you can fit that inside of me?”

  “Well, according to my colleagues,” he said, moving a little closer to her, “with the proper preparations, not only does it fit—but it feels very good.” Banek paused and smiled slowly. “Would you like to touch me?”

  Jessica licked her lips; in spite of her initial apprehension—almost fear—she had to admit that she was more than a little curious; she could feel herself already warming up, her fluids starting to flow. “Okay, yeah,” she said, nodding.

  Somehow, she couldn’t take her gaze off Banek’s cock. A dozen questions flitted through her mind, concerning just how Banek’s race reproduced, what the women looked like, and how the mechanics played out. Banek stepped closer until he was inches away from her, and Jessica brought her hands up, reaching out to wrap them around his member. She touched him tentatively at first, stroking up and down, feeling the ridges bumping along the palms of her hands as they moved. Her body heated up as she thought almost involuntarily about how it would feel inside of her, moving deeper and deeper. Jessica began to stroke Banek more quickly, losing her shyness as she became more and more turned on.

  Banek made a sound like a moan, his body moving, hips thrusting forward, pushing his cock into her touches. After a few moments, Jessica was shocked as Banek abruptly stepped back, shuddering slightly. She looked up in disappointment and concern, and saw the intent lust in his eyes. “That—that is sufficient, I think,” Banek said, smiling slightly. “Now I want to see you.”

  Jessica had forgotten completely that she was still fully dressed. She laughed, shaking her head—not to tell Banek no, but in amusement at her own distraction.

  Jessica stood up unsteadily, her body humming with desire. Banek sank down onto her couch and Jessica stepped back, feeling oddly self-conscious as she tugged her tee shirt up along her waist slowly, peeling it past her ribs. She turned her back to Banek as she pulled the fabric over her head, casting it aside, revealing her bra underneath. Jessica reached around to her back, unhooking her bra and letting it loosen against her skin. She turned around once more to face Banek, sliding the straps down over her arms, and let the garment fall to her feet. Banek was watching her intently—his expression a mixture of scientific curiosity and outright lust—and Jessica felt herself blushing again. She found the zipper on her skirt by touch, unable to tear her gaze away from Banek, and tugged it down.

  Jessica watched Banek watching her as she slithered out of her skirt, standing before him briefly in nothing more than her panties. Her heart was racing, and in spite of her nervousness she could feel her pussy becoming wetter and wetter, her body heating up. She took a deep breath to calm her apprehension and hooked her fingers in the delicate fabric, tugging it down carefully over her hips. She let the lace fall down from her knees and stepped out of it, trembling slightly as Banek drank in the sight of her fully exposed body. “You look beautiful, Jessica,” Banek said, his voice almost breathless with what Jessica thought was almost certainly desire. “May I touch you?”

  “Yes,” Jessica said, lust fogging her mind; she wanted nothing more than to feel Banek’s hands all over her, to feel him inside of her. Apprehension at the size of his cock, at the fact that he was not even the same species, evaporated in the rising need she felt. She stepped closer to Banek, and he reached out, his hands finding her hips as he continued to stare at her breasts, the flat plane of her abdomen, down between her legs. He caressed her all over slowly, bringing his hands up to cup her small, perky breasts, tickling along her ribs to glide down between her legs. His fingertips brushed along her slick folds, sending a jolt through Jessica’s body that made her shiver.

  Banek’s fingers worked down between her labia, stroking and rubbing lightly. “I know there’s a place,” Banek murmured softly, almost to himself; he added a remark in a strange language that Jessica couldn’t even have begun to understand as his fingers slipped and slid. He found her clit by touch and Jessica moaned as he began swirling his fingertips around the nub, sending crackling impulses of electricity dancing along her nerves. Her body swayed and her hips moved as if with a mind of her own while Banek stroked her, making her wetter and wetter, turning her on more and more.

  Banek’s other hand wandered everywhere, sliding up to cup her breast, his fingertips pinching and rolling her nipple, sending even more pleasure coursing through Jessica’s body as she squirmed and writhed, twisting her hips for better contact and arching into his touch. Her fluids began to flow more steadily as he worked her, exploring her body, and Jessica found it more and more impossible to think as sensations tingled through her. Banek drew her closer, bringing her face down close to his, and Jessica started as her lips brushed against his, shivering as Banek quickly moved to deepen the kiss, his fingers continuing to work her pussy. One thick, long finger slid inside of her and Jessica moaned against Banek’s lips. He probed and explored her, his fingertip rubbing along her inner walls, stroking her inside out even as his thumb swirled around her clit.

  Jessica was surprised at the taste of Banek’s lips and tongue—sweet, almost citrusy, more pronounced than any man she had ever been with as his tongue slithered against hers. Banek added another finger, and Jessica broke away from his lips with a cry at the full feeling of his thick digits working inside of her, faster and faster as she became more turned on, slicker and slicker with fluids. Banek’s fingertips brushed against her g-spot and she cried out again as a white-hot jolt of electric pleasure shot through her.

  Banek rubbed up against her g-spot again and again, even as he continued to work her clit with his thumb, and in a matter of moments Jessica could feel her self-control give way as the first waves of orgasm washed through her, blotting out all thought. She moaned out again and again as he continued to touch and stroke her, as if he wanted to know just how long she could keep going. Jessica arched and twisted, more and more sensation crackling through her veins until she was certain that she might actually die from pleasure.

  She sagged against Banek and tried to f
ind the words to ask him to stop, blindly and limply tapping on his broad shoulders as aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her. Banek slowly withdrew, bringing his fingers away, holding her up easily, and Jessica caught a fleeting glance of him bringing his hand up to his mouth, licking her fluids off of his fingers, as she closed her eyes in exhausted satisfaction.

  Jessica realized as she came back to herself slowly that at some point Banek must have lifted her onto his lap; she could feel the press of his body against hers, the smooth, hairless velvet of his skin in contact with every inch of her. She opened her eyes, blinking against the haze of pleasure that still consumed her mind, and took in the expanse of gray-purple flesh. “I never really considered myself particularly kinky,” she said, still struggling slightly to catch her breath. “But I guess I can’t call myself vanilla anymore.”

  Banek chuckled lowly, bringing her face up to his to kiss her once more. “I don’t know what this ‘vanilla’ means,” he told her, barely breaking away from her lips. “But if being vanilla means that you won’t have sex with me, then I’m glad you’re not that.” Jessica laughed, shaking her head. Glancing down, she could still see that Banek was hard as a rock—and that his cock was just as improbably large as she had remembered. She was soaking wet, drenched from her orgasm, and suddenly the prospect of taking him didn’t seem quite so onerous or impossible.

  “I will definitely have sex with you,” she said slowly, shifting on his lap. “But we have to go slowly. Even as wet as I am, that’s…” she pointed at his genitals. “It’s big.

  “Very slowly,” Banek agreed. “I understand from my research that it might be easier if you’re on top.” Jessica took a deep breath; she couldn’t deny the buzzing hum of renewed desire building up inside of her. She wanted more. She wanted to know what that ridged, bumpy cock would feel like rubbing along her inner walls.

  Jessica straddled Banek’s hips, licking her lips as she positioned herself over the tip of him. Banek brought her face to his and kissed her hungrily as Jessica sank down onto him. She moaned against his lips as he filled her up inch by inch, pushing past the tightness of her body. “Oh,” Jessica murmured breathlessly. “Oh, Banek. Oh, God…” her breath caught in her throat as Banek’s cock pushed deeper and deeper inside of her, until her hips met his. Jessica paused, breathing slowly and deeply, as her muscles flexed and clenched around the strangely appealing cock. For just a moment, she felt almost uncomfortably filled; but as Banek rocked his hips slowly, making the ridges of his cock rub all along her inner walls, Jessica found herself moving along with him, moaning over and over again.

  She barely realized that her speed was picking up as she and Banek moved together, touching each other everywhere their hands could reach, exploring each other’s bodies. Jessica cried out as Banek’s enormous member rubbed everywhere inside of her, pressing continuously against her g-spot, rubbing it at all times and making it impossible for her to hold back the orgasm she could feel building up inside of her. Jessica struggled against her climax, wanting to savor the feeling of Banek, the pleasure he was giving her; but in a matter of moments, it seemed, she was unable to hold back for even a second longer. Once more, wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, even as she continued to lift herself up and push herself down onto the bumpy, ridged cock that gave her such intense pleasure. Banek moved faster inside of her, and Jessica heard his guttural moans filling the air as his body tensed.

  Jessica cried out as she felt a flood of almost syrupy, tingling fluid gushing into her. Banek shouted something in the strange language she had heard him use before, thrusting into her hard and fast as he reached his own climax, her body gripping around his cock as her orgasm intensified. Jessica continued moving, pushing down, taking him deep inside until the darkness overwhelmed her and she collapsed against him, utterly exhausted.

  ****

  Banek cradled Jessica in his arms, smiling to himself as he watched her come back again. He had been forewarned that sometimes sex with a Khateen rendered human women incapacitated; but to see it in action was no less interesting. “Welcome back,” he said, brushing a lock of Jessica’s dark hair out of her face as she opened her eyes.

  “That was amazing,” Jessica said. She stretched against his body and Banek felt her tense momentarily against him; his latent empathy flickered, feeling the ripple of tenderness she reacted to.

  “Are you hurt?” Banek asked, concerned.

  Jessica shook her head. “Nothing I can’t handle,” she said with a little grin. “Just…maybe let’s wait a little while before we do that again.”

  “You want to?”

  “Oh, totally. You can’t take that away from me!”

  Banek kissed her lightly on the lips, trailing his hands over her body. “I’d like it a lot if you’d be the subject for my research.”

  Jessica looked at him intently for a moment. “Wouldn’t you prefer—after all that romance reading—if I’d be your lover?” She raised a dark eyebrow and Banek grinned.

  “You can be both, can’t you?”

  Jessica caught her bottom lip between her teeth and then giggled, curling up close to him. “How long are you going to be here? I’m not going to be your lover if you’re only here for like, a few weeks.”

  Banek laughed. “I’m here for the foreseeable future. And just think of what untold wealth you could give me for my colleagues. I’ll take care of you, Jessica.” Banek kissed her; he realized that he was beginning to really understand the intent behind the human concept of romance.

  “Then how can I say no?” Jessica pulled at him ineffectually and Banek read her intent; he laid down on the couch, cradling Jessica’s body against his. He would bring her to his place soon enough; for now, he was content with—as he privately joked to himself—fieldwork.

  THE END

  Captured By Two Aliens

  PART ONE

  Story Description

  “Would it be totally ridiculous of me to make a wish on a star?” Rachel’s entire life is completely transformed the night she poses that very question to the universe. Desperate to make a real difference in the world, yet always having to settle for mediocrity, Rachel had almost lost all hope.

  Rachel could never have guessed that her wish, and her desire to effect change, would lead her straight into the arms–and other extremities–of two hot alpha aliens who need Rachel just as much as she needs them.

  “I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!” Rachel hollered across her empty living room as she made a mad dash across her apartment wearing nothing but a towel to reach the ringing cell phone she'd forgotten in her purse.

  She knew hollering at the phone wasn't going to make the caller on the other end stay on the line any longer, but she couldn't help it. She delved into her purse, releasing the towel in her haste. Her hands found the cell phone in the same moment the towel hit the floor. She'd forgotten to close the curtains, and any passerby on the street would easily be able to see into her second story windows, but this call was too important to miss. She slid her finger across the screen to answer the call, hoping for the good news she'd been longing to hear.

  “OK. I see. Thanks very much. Yes, of course. There's always next time,” Rachel spoke methodically into the phone and then pressed a button to end the call.

  Forgetting about the towel, Rachel walked despondently back across the room, the moonlight streaming through the windows, gently highlighting every curve of her tall, slim frame. Her long, flaming red hair cascaded down her back and shimmered in the soft light. She rummaged listlessly through her dresser drawer and slipped on a black satin thong. She had intended to locate its matching bra, but the effort seemed too much to bother with at the moment. Feeling deflated, she sat down instead.

  “I can't believe they passed me over for some girl from Alaska. Alaska!” Rachel whispered incredulously, sitting on the edge of her bed, bare-breasted and forlorn.

  She had really thought that this audition was the one. She had risen above
the majority of the competition, and even received a call-back this time. But the chestnut-haired twit with the blue eyes and clueless, perky smile ended up with the part. Rachel had no doubt that the Alaskan girl fucked her way into the role, and that was the only reason Rachel wasn't the one rehearsing on set right now. It wasn't that Rachel was a prude—she liked sex just as much as the next girl—but she wasn't exactly what one would call “wild,” and she certainly couldn't fathom sleeping with some director or producer to make her career happen.

  She was beautiful, talented and intelligent—that should count for something, right? At least, that's what Rachel had thought four years ago when she arrived in L.A. But, years later and no acting jobs in sight left her thinking that unless she was ready to add “Blow Jobs 101” to her résumé’s list of academic accomplishments, she wasn't landing a career-launching role anytime soon. She flopped back on her mattress and stretched her arms above her head.

  Her dream of becoming an actress wasn't unique, she knew—it was the dream of a multitude of young women. But, Rachel wasn't only interested in fame and fortune. With stardom came the opportunity to effect real change in the world. People would listen when she spoke and pay attention to the causes that were important to her. When she supported a foundation seeking to end world hunger, others would follow in her footsteps, and together they would make change happen. But, so many years later and the only impact she'd made was providing a finer dining experience for too-rich restaurant-goers with more money than manners.

  Rachel stared out her window, always fascinated by the multitude of stars that blanketed the sky, and honed in on one that appeared particularly bright tonight. It seemed to almost flicker in the dark sky, and each time it was brighter than before.