by Vivian Venus
“What are you doing?” he grunted.
“Sorry,” I muttered, and applied some cleaning gel to an applicator and began to clean the wounds. Reylar let out a low sigh, but otherwise he didn’t flinch or make any sign that it seemed like it was hurting, though I knew the gel must’ve been burning him. “I’m going to sew you up now,” I said, and took out the suture kit. I pierced the needle through his skin, but Reylar still didn’t react other than exhaling a short breath. I sewed up the first gash, applied healing foam, then a bandage, and then moved on to the next one.
“By the way,” he said quietly. “I wanted to give you this.” He reached into his pocket and withdrew something, holding it across his front to give it to me. I held out my hand, and into it he dropped a small circular pendant made of wood, beautifully carved with intricate patterns and attached to a cord.
“This is what you were making,” I said. “It’s beautiful.”
“It’s an Ezrok protection charm,” he said. “Not that I really believe in such things…but it’s meant to keep you safe.”
I tied it around my neck. “Thank you,” I said, feeling warm inside, and continued to work on his wounds. The entire time I couldn’t help but explore his back with my eyes, the way the striations of his muscles arced across his shoulder blades, each one as wide as my thigh… Being up close like this I could see them subtly twitching and pulsing with his movements and breath. I was excited by him. I couldn’t deny that. His protection had been unwanted at first, but now I realized that I…I craved it. Even more than that, I was aroused by it.
I found myself looking in awe at him, letting my finger glide along the sides of his scars again, moving then to the contours of his muscles, enthralled by his power. He was so much more than any human man could ever be… His back was warm, radiating heat out, a heat that was matched by a feeling between my thighs. I pressed my legs together, the skirt of my work outfit that I still wore riding up my thighs just a little bit. I tugged it down, when suddenly Reylar spun around and grabbed the hand that traced his back. I jumped and let out a little yelp of surprise.
“What are you doing?” he growled, his huge hand clasped around my wrist. His golden eyes flicked up and down my body, and they seemed to linger on my legs where my had was struggling to pull my skirt down, before drawing back up to my breasts, my neck and then to my eyes. I stared defiantly back at him, trying to think of an answer.
That’s when it happened.
Reylar yanked me forward by the wrist, throwing his other hand around my waist and pulling me up close, and then brought my face to his. Our lips touched…lightly at first. I couldn’t restrain the sigh of want that escaped from me as I threw my hand around his neck and pulled myself up to meet him, releasing all of my suppressed desire for him. I didn’t think Ezrok would know how to kiss, but Reylar certainly did. Oh, God did he know how to kiss.
He released my wrist and moved his hand to the back of my neck, his huge palm pulling me in even closer to him. My hand acted on its own, satisfying the curiosity it had had for the shape and feeling of his pectorals, fingertips gliding along the hard curves of his chest. I took my hand from the back of his neck and touched the cut on his cheek.
“I should should patch this up,” I whispered.
“Are those the doctor’s orders?” he murmured, his voice rumbling like a purring lion. I shivered, my body now aching with desire for his touch. This was really happening.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice weaker than usual. My fingers trembling, I pulled out the cleaning gel and applied some to his cheek. His lower eyelid twitched, but otherwise he just stared at me, waiting for me to finish. I could see a hunger in his gaze, a hunger for me, for my body. How long had Reylar wanted me like this? I applied the foam and then the bandage, my hands feeling small like a young girl’s on his face. Then he caught my hand in his and brought it to his lips. His eyes closed as he tasted my finger tips, flicking open for just a moment to look at my reaction.
“What does the doctor order me to do now?” he murmured into them. “I would do anything she asked.”
My body trembled harder. All of this had begun to feel like a dream. “The doctor orders you to put your hands on her body,” I heard myself say. “And I’ll make you feel better.”
Reylar scooped me up his arms, lifting me effortlessly onto the bed. He then came over me, his arms on either side as he kissed me. I opened my mouth and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck to draw him in closer and let our tongues explore. His hands obeyed my orders, one broad palm moving up the side of my thigh, catching the fabric of my skirt and pulling it up higher and higher. I helped him pull off my top, unbuttoning it frantically and tossing it aside. His kissed my neck, then my collarbone, then he unfastened my bra with a quick movement of his fingers and threw it aside and took one breast into his mouth. I gasped with both surprise and pleasure as I felt his tongue skim across and around my hard nipple, teasing it. His hand at my thigh drew my skirt up even higher until my panties were fully visible, and I were sure they were dark with my desire for him.
He slowly drew his hand up and I waited painfully for him to touch me between my thighs where I was aching for him, but instead he brought his hand up to my other breast and squeezed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I squirmed. I was so wet, I wanted him to touch me and to feel how those huge, hot fingers of his would feel against my spot.
“Touch me,” I said, practically begging. I grabbed his wrist in both of my hands and drew his hand back down. “Touch me now, Reylar.”
I could feel the heat of his fingers radiating between my thighs and he slowly moved in closer, and when he finally made contact it was like a jolt of electricity shooting through my body. I spread my legs wider, pushing myself forward onto his fingers, my neck arching back as I let out a silent moan. He pushed me up further onto the bed, his hand between my legs slipping beneath my underwear. His finger was already wet with my arousal as he rubbed my clit, sending shocks of pleasure through me. Then he stopped and stepped back, leaving me gasping and wondering why he had let up. He gave me a small smile, the ends of his lips just barely curling up, and he looked over me with an eye of admiration. I suddenly became self conscious, feeling his heavy gaze on me.
“Let me show you how we Ezrok like to play,” he said, and he raised his hand and pinched his fingers together, gripping the air. I felt an invisible tug on my skirt as the back zipper unfastened seemingly by itself, and then the thing started to shimmy down my thighs on its own and I realized he was using his repulsor manipulator to undress me. Next it was my panties, and they slowly slid off until they hung around my ankle. Soon I was wearing nothing but the pendant he had given me, and I found myself spreading my legs back open for him, eager to see what he’d do next with those invisible digits of his, and then I felt him.
My eyes rolled back into my head as this incredible explosion of pleasure surged through me from the inside. It felt like he was doing surgical foreplay on me, touching my most sensitive spot inside my pussy so that I moaned and arched myself back for him, spreading myself open. I felt a touch on my clit too, then both my nipples and on my asshole, and with my eyes closed it felt like there were three guys there pleasuring me in all the perfect places, but it was just Reylar, his hand in the air and that smile on his face.
I gasped and gripped the bed, my toes curling as it all continued, and I tried to keep my voice down when I cried out in pleasure but it was so hard to do. All I could manage was to wriggle and writhe in ecstasy on the bed as he pleasured me, and soon I felt this feeling of pressure building like I needed to pee. He went faster, harder, his invisible fingers touching me all over, and I just let myself go. My body shuddered as I orgasmed and felt the warm spray of come squirting from my pussy. “I didn’t know human females did that,” Reylar observed, pleased, and then he ducked between my legs and spread me wide. He took two fingers and spread my folds open, and all I could do was watch and try to catch my breath as he immedia
tely wrapped his lips around my opening, completely encompassing me with his mouth.
Again I arched back and moaned, rocking myself against his face as his tongue danced across me. His little trick with the repulsor manipulator was mind shatteringly good, but Reylar was an expert with his tongue too. In fact, it somehow felt even better than when he used all those invisible hands on me. My moans were coming out ragged and depraved like they belonged to someone else, and Reylar made me come again. I grasped at his long white braid, holding it in my hand as he tasted me. He let out a little growl into my folds, the vibration of his voice nearly making me climax a third time. Now it was my turn – I wanted to experience what my Ezrok protector had to offer in the way of endowment. I could only imagine what an Ezrok would be packing…
“I’m going to have to do a thorough examination of you,” I said, grinning and sitting up on the edge of the bed.
“Yes, Doctor,” he played back. He stood up and unfastened his belt, pulling off the knife that still hung there and setting it next to the bed. Then I went at him, hungrily unbuttoning his pants and underwear and pulling them down to his ankles.
“Impressive,” I said, looking up at him. He really was. His cock was probably as big as my forearm, and it had a ridged head and ridges up the shaft. I wondered if I could even take something this big. I gave his head a tentative little lick, tasting the musky flavor of his pre-come that was there. He tasted delicious. Then to my surprise he slid his hand around the back of my head and slowly thrust his cock into my mouth. I opened up for him, looking up into his golden eyes as I swallowed him down the best that I could, my eyes watering from his size. He let out a ragged groan, almost a snarl, the muscles across his entire body tensing up and flexing out. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and bobbed my head on him, hoping that I could pleasure him half as well as he had done me. From the way he squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, I figured I wasn’t doing a half bad job.
“Oh fuck,” he murmured. “Liliandra…”
I brought him out of my mouth and ran my tongue all the way up and down his shaft, and then lifted his heavy dick and sucked on his balls too. After what he had just done for me, I was going to make damn sure he came hard. That’s when Reylar moved back, picked me up and dropped me onto the bed without a word. When I looked at him I saw his eyes flash with desire and knew what he wanted. My heart started to pound even harder than it already was, and Reylar came up on the bed onto his knees. He then picked me up and lowered me slowly down towards his cock. I threw my legs around him and my arms around his neck to steady myself and guided myself down onto him. The head of his cock pressed firmly against my opening and I spread myself as much as I could for him, wanting desperately to feel him inside of me.
I lowered down further and further, gasping as he entered, stretching me out…and soon he was inside. I clutched him and hugged him with my legs as he thrust up into me and I grabbed his braid with my hand and pulled his head back so that our lips could meet, and I kissed him with all my pent up desire. His cock slammed in and out of my pussy, going in as deep as it could with still many inches to spare on his part. Our faces just inches apart, our eyes locked, Reylar’s face was fixed in an expression of strained pleasure. He was so big, filling up every inch of me, our bodies completely one, and soon I felt him shudder inside of me, his cock swelling as he came. I could feel his hot seed spilling out into me, this incredibly sensation of relief like having him come inside of me was everything I needed in the universe.
His lips were curled back at his teeth with his panting breath, sweat dripping down his forehead. I held myself there on his lap, his cock still inside me, and kissed him again before slowly lowering myself down. He held me around my back and slowly laid me down on the bed as he pulled himself out from me, and I felt his come flow from my opening. He laid next to me and stroked my hair and kissed my forehead, and then wrapped his huge, strong arms around me and pulled me tightly against his chest. I took a big lungful of his warm, musky scent and closed my eyes, letting myself be engulfed in his presence, feeling the safest I’d ever felt in my entire life.
I just lay there enjoying his presence amazed at what we had just done. At what I had just done. Slept with Reylar! I never saw myself falling for any man, let alone an Ezrok, but here I was…. I thought of what he did to me with his repulsor manipulator, which made me giggle to myself and nuzzle closer into his chest. Then suddenly an epiphany hit me, a bolt of sudden inspiration that came out of nowhere. My eyes shot open.
“Reylar,” I said. He must’ve heard the surprise in my voice because he moved back to see my face.
“What’s the matter?”
“I think I know how to fight the Veldarian.”
SEVEN
REYLAR
HER EYES WERE wide and bright and she shot out of bed like a warrior being hailed for battle, pulling her clothes back on. I watched her, head in my hand, elbow resting on the bed, waiting for her to explain herself.
“I need something to write with,” she said urgently. I sat up and tapped my ear activating my com, and commanded it to project a holo-board onto the wall. It appeared, and Liliandra immediately began drawing diagrams and equations there with her finger.
“Your little fun with the repulsor,” she said, giving me a quick smile over her shoulder, “made me remember a discovery I had made two months ago involving the Veldarian shield technology. Basically we found out that they use bio-implants which operate in a way very similar to repulsor manipulators and create a force field around their bodies. She wrote out a series of equations and then a number, all of which was as foreign to me as the Veldarian language. She circled the number. “And this was the frequency the shields operated at. It offered reduced damage but was still able to be penetrated by Ezrok weaponry. Now, the Veldarians must have upgraded their shield systems. Based off the way the creature’s body seemed to repel away from your blade and the patterns of the ripple oscillations I observed when your knife attempted to strike…” She was mumbling to herself now, at least she might as well have been because I didn’t understand a thing she was talking about, her hand flying across the holo-board writing numbers and symbols. “…thirty-five point three oh nine seven. Add the Luther-Vester sequence into that and you get this.” She scribbled out a number.
“What does this all mean?” I asked. She looked at me blankly, like she expected I should’ve understood all of that.
“It means,” she said, “that we have a way to damage the Veldarian. I’m fairly positive that this is the frequency that will break through its shield.”
I squinted at the board, as if that would help me understand it better. “You...figured this out just from watching the ripples on the Veldarian’s body from when I tried to stab it,” I said slowly.
“Yes,” she answered, matter-of-factly.
I couldn’t help but laugh. I stood up and grabbed her around the waist and kissed her. “You are incredible,” I said. “Incredible. So what do we do now?”
“We need to assemble a modification device for your blade. A modified repulsor manipulator, military strength.”
I nodded. “Right. Then there’s only one place we can go for those types of parts. The outer city. Repulsor factory belt in the fourth quadrant and the market there.”
Liliandra’s expression turned. “The…the outer city?” she said weakly.
“The outer city,” I repeated. “What’s the matter?”
“I just, I’ve never…”
I put my hands on my hips, smiling. Of course, she had never been there before. She was an inner Citadel girl raised in the lap of luxury and security. I should’ve realized.
“Hunted by a Veldarian assassin and the outer city is making you nervous?”
“Silly, isn’t it? It’s just that I’ve never been. Heard about it my whole life from my father, but never had a reason to go out there.”
“Well, it would seem that it’s been a good couple days of first times for the both of us.�
� I kissed the top of her head.
About thirty minutes later, Dex knocked on the door with new clothes for us both – an Ezrok robe top for me, and a plain button up shirt and pants for Liliandra. Part of me lamented that she was changing out of her doctor’s uniform. I liked the skirt.
“You don’t know how hard it was to find Ezrok clothing,” Dex muttered.
“I have another task for you, Dex. Something more substantial.”
“Wonderful,” he said. “After this, my debt is repaid you know.”
“We need to get to the outer city.”
He snorted. “Outer city? From here? Usually I smuggle people in to the citadel, not out. Use the checkpoint, you’re an Ezrok.”
“We need to stay out of sight,” I said. “MSE can’t know our movements.”
He raised an eyebrow. “What is going on, Reylar? Who did you kill?”
“Better if you don’t know the details, Dex. Can you get us in or not?”
“Of course I can. Easy. Just give me some time to organize my contacts.”
“We’ll need a ship on the other side.”
“Right. Be ready.”
Liliandra worked on drawing up schematics and diagrams while I watched in silent interest. She told me about her father who had been an engineer, and how she used to build mini repulsor generators with him when she was just a little girl. In college she had the choice of becoming an engineer at one of the most prestigious schools in New Haven, but she decided to follow her passion of bio-sciences instead. If there was anyone who could come up with a way to defeat the Veldarians it was Liliandra, I was sure of that. I of course knew she was important, but it wasn’t until seeing her work that I fully understood. She was the most important thing on this planet, and I wasn’t going to let anything happen to her.
An hour passed and Dex returned to the room. “We go now,” he said. “Come.”
We followed him to the back of the garage, walking past the huge partially disassembled bodies of ships and boulder sized machine parts through to a rolling door that opened up to a parts storage room. He clicked on the light which blinked a few times until it stayed on, and then led us in to the very back where there was a shelf lined with boxes full of scrap parts. He got on his knees and slid out two of the boxes, clearing out a space that came up to about his waist, and then ducked under the shelf and pulled open a metal door that was hidden flush into the wall. Inside was a cramped passageway lit by tiny illumination panels running along the concrete. It was a tunnel dug through the border wall.