by Tate, Pearl
Untying the sling, I lay her out. Lighting the fire that was already prepped behind me, I move to remove my extra travel layers. When I come back to her, I gently take my time unwrapping the blanket from around her. Her clothes are strange, and it takes time for me to figure out how to remove them to inspect her for injuries. She has many bruises, but they are consistent with the crash she was in as they hit Dactyles.
She has no clear and definitive muscles. I have an overwhelming sensation of concern as I take in her weakness. Could she be sick or suffering from the kind of disease? But if that was the case, her scent wouldn’t be so enticing. Running my fingers through her strange fine hair, it drops senselessly back onto her head. It also isn’t long. Only to her shoulders. Shorter than even our adolescents. So strange. Almost like someone has cut it, but no one would do such a thing.
What was she doing on that shuttle and why was I drawn to get her? She had others with her. I saw three, but they didn’t draw me like she did. I haven’t seen their faces in my visions. Only hers, with her light brown hair and white speckled skin. Her eyes will be blue and I’m looking forward to seeing them.
Removing her top covering, I’m startled to notice she has a specific covering for her chest. There’s some small swelling in her breasts too. It’s attractive but also signifies she must be full grown.
Rearranging her arms, I notice the marks on her back that are identical to the ones now decorating my chest. This must mean she is meant for me in some way? I've never been informed about that, but I’ve learned to take any differences in stride. I’ve always been the strange one, with extra visions. Sometimes they are not even during my daily reflections.
After figuring out the hook system on her pants, I pull them down and her underwear comes with it. Instantly, I’m engulfed in a higher concentration of her scent as her smooth white skin of her thighs drop open. Everything in my body tightens as a strange need takes over me. My own cock pulses and tingles as her scent makes my mouth water.
Groaning, I lean in and inhale over the perfect small thatch of hair over her female slit. I see a few beads of moisture there and don’t hesitate to stretch my tongue out to swipe them up. I must determine if they are as delicious as they smell. The need is undeniable! Her flavor explodes across my tongue as I savor her taste.
I don’t think or hesitate. I’m overtaken by a need I don’t understand. Since that isn’t new to me, I don’t hesitate. This is what I’m meant to do, and I do it. Lifting her legs to let them drop open at her knees, I bury my face in her damp womanhood to taste all of her.
CHAPTER FIVE
- Rachel
I’m dreaming. Again.
It seems like I’ve been dreaming nonstop about everything that’s ever bothered me or been traumatic in my life. Why is that? Over and over, I see the bad. My last conversation with my mother. The weird light at school. My father’s strict punishments.
Finally, I’m getting to something good. Because I’m about to come from the intense pleasure centered right between my legs. Something slick—but with just enough texture—runs up and down my girlie bits. It parts me and slides through my folds. I’ve never had anyone lick me before, but this sensation is exactly what it would be like. Intense. Centered.
I moan as the pleasure increases. I didn’t think it could increase! It’s so much better to be dreaming this than watching my pets die.
I can’t help moving both my arms up to grab my own still sensitive head as I arch my back. It feels like a mouth and lips, gliding across me. My neck twinges with a brief flash of pain, but it’s buried quickly by the intense sensations of pleasure.
Soft moaning sounds register as my dream lover admires me. This is exactly as I envisioned. It’s my ultimate dream and one I’ve fantasized about many times. I’m not surprised I’m dreaming it again. He’s making me feel everything perfectly.
Lifting his head, he nuzzles at my clit, and my slitted eyes can’t see many features in the dim, romantic lighting. Groaning softly, I slowly lift a hand from my head and push him tighter against my clit. Arching up and wiggling my tail-bone, I center him exactly where I need it the most. Only when I have him perfectly where I need him, I feel something wrapping and fluttering around my wrist. What is that?
Jerking up, I realize this isn’t a dream. I’ve seen him before when I was in and out. I’m still in the cave place with the fire.
Looking down at my body, I notice I’m on a bed of sorts. My clothes are on the bed next to me. I’m totally nude and there’s a guy between my legs. Oh. But it feels so good. So good I’m having trouble caring.
My social interaction with the opposite sex has been somewhat limited. Due to my upbringing, I’ve never dared to actually "go all the way” with a guy before. I’ve had my make out sessions and plenty of grinding, but I’ve never been totally naked with someone or had oral sex.
As another spike of pleasure shoots through my system, I have a hard time concentrating. I feel his pure intentions. There is nothing negative or evil about what he's doing. This is exactly how I’ve imagined and seen this happening too.
I’ve always used my sensitivity to determine everyone’s intentions. Most of the time, they are self-centered and self-serving. Could this be my dream lover that I never get a glimpse of?
“Who are you?” I groan between moans as I push at his head, trying to get him to slow down. This isn’t right. Should I be letting him do this? I don't remember consenting to this. So, I have to stop this, right?
When he looks up, the light from the fire flickers across his face. I instantly recognize the blue and brown eyes from my dreams. But as he licks his lips sensuously, I realize there’s more to his features. He’s not quite human.
I mean, with his hair and everything, I knew. It’s floating and waving around his head as if he’s underwater. He has beautiful dark skin although with a grayer tint than you’d often see in humans. His hair is darker still. His flat nose is straight and regal, but his face is more angular than most men’s. Glowing eyes catch the light like a cat’s, especially the blue one as he looks at me questioningly.
Starting to panic a bit, a whimper escapes me and I’m not sure if it’s because I want him to continue or not. I remember him pulling me from the air craft. My savior is now eating me out. Is this my payment for the rescue?
The whole idea is hilarious! I want to laugh but even more, I want to come.
“Who are you?” I repeat, since he never bothered to answer me before. When he answers, it becomes clear that we don’t speak each other's language. Damn. That limits communication.
Running a hand down my neck, over my chest, he spreads my legs further. With his hands on each thigh, he watches me watch him as his tongue comes out and licks me slowly. Not breaking eye contact, my butt lifts from the bed as I arch under him, moaning.
I’m the one that breaks eye contact as my head drops back and he begins his onslaught again. Slow, torturous, wonderful licks from my opening to my clit. I should be stopping him but why?
Oh yeah, rape maybe? But I want this. As he continues, I try to think of all the reasons why this is a bad idea. But so far, nothing is coming to mind. This is the best thing that’s happened to me since I went to college!
I never thought I would get to go since I was home schooled. But I’d pulled it off after totally breaking ties with my father. I’ve been abducted by aliens but this one seems to just want to lick me. That’s not bad at all. He’s also really talented at it. It feels so wonderful and is making me so horny. His perfect tongue keeps licking and caressing, even though I know I should put a stop to this.
Wiggling a bit, I realize that my pants are still down around my ankles. The uncomfortable angle he's laying over me makes me reach down to his hair with both hands this time. It’s a bit eerie as I sink my fingers into the dancing strands and tug lightly on his scalp. The hairs wrap and unwrap, moving and sliding along my wrist and even up my arms as the full length moves along my skin. It tickles, and I l
augh a bit as they touch my stomach and sides.
I’m still giggling as his eyes meet mine again and I tug on the hair still wrapped around me, pulling him up and towards me. As soon as he lifts his weight off my legs, I start kicking off one sneaker and then the other with my feet.
Moving my arms to my left, I tug harder to get my hands out of his hair as he drops next to me. Using my newly freed hands, I finish removing my pants. The dim light helps as I totally expose myself to him.
I’m moving totally on autopilot now. This feels right. Perfect and safe, which makes absolutely no sense, really.
I should be petrified of him. He’s huge next to me and easily twice my size. He’s shirtless in the dim light. I see colorful tattoos dancing across his chest and arms that I want to trace with my tongue. Then maybe run my nipples across them?
I’ve never been so horny. I just want to come! I’m sure he wants to as well.
He watches me as I kick off the last leg of my jeans and peer at him speculatively. He’s moved onto his elbow next to me. I reach out slowly to touch his shoulder, pushing him gently to his back. He’s still wearing pants, but they appear simple enough. They look like some kind of suede leather with a drawstring that I slowly pull loose as I move onto my knees.
His beautiful, rugged features look surprised as he watches me. But as he helps me part his pants, I throw one leg over him. I can just barely rest my knees on the bed around his waist. He’s perfectly shaped and I admire his chest with one hand as I unclasp my bra, tossing it to the side too.
I don’t know why I’m doing this but the pull to him is undeniable. I can’t even explain it. And it’s comfortable. Even though I’ve never been naked in front of a man before, I’m not nervous or shy. This feels right.
Leaning over him, I rub my nipples lightly along his tattooed chest. He doesn’t have any hair here. But as I slide my crotch down onto his cock, I feel the hair there. Like the hair on his head, it seems to have a mind of its own. It reaches up to stroke and caress me.
I shiver as the strands work across my folds, pulling and prodding. It’s almost as wonderful as his tongue! Lowering myself gingerly, I slide my wetness across his length and he tightens below me.
I totally agree. It feels incredible! We both moan, locking eyes as I flick my clit across the tip of his cock. It’s intense! His hands are fluttering around me before settling on my hips where they meet my thighs.
We begin rocking against each other. It spreads my juices that are now pouring out of me from my excitement. Sliding on him, his hands help me move as his fingers dig into me.
His eyes widen, and fingers tighten, and I know he’s as close as I am. My own body tightens and explodes in ecstasy knowing that. Throwing my head back, my eyes close as the pleasure shoots through me, from my pussy to the ends of my fingers.
I cry out and buck against him as he pulls me harder onto his rod, grinding my clit. Over and over my pussy clenches and my orgasm seems to go on forever. Only the dull throb in my head makes me collapse onto him exhausted from the shock of what I’ve done.
Alrighty then. Yes, I just did that with him.
I can feel his come on our stomachs between us and I’m relieved that he was able to finish when I did. Yes, I just rubbed one out with an alien. And it was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
The alien says something to the top of my head and I tilt my face up to look at him. His face is relaxed but alert. Not what I was expecting from a guy who just got off. But there's definitely a prideful gleam in his eye. He’s happy.
Dropping my head on his chest again, I debate falling back to sleep just like this. It might be the best idea. I don’t know if I have the energy to deal with the aftermath of what we just did.
CHAPTER SIX
- Amari
I stare at the rock ceiling in my sleeping platform area. I'm still recovering from what just happened. The sensations I experienced are more than I can describe.
I hold on to the tiny female draped across my chest. Just being around her, smelling her incredible scent and touching her smooth skin makes me content. All of it combined to make my cock rise.
I consider that along with the fact she’s been in my daily reflections and visions. We also both have markings on our skin—matching. It makes me believe she is my Nemete, a fated mate.
How is this possible? We were taught that the mating bond doesn’t develop in our kind any longer? We use nanotechnology in our bloodstreams. That and the genetic breeding programs changed us. The last couple millennium, we have evolved so much, it’s no longer a possibility.
I remember little about what we were taught. I only have vague recollections of a life that no longer needs to be remembered. But I know for my cock to get hard, our males need Canesta. It’s a drug that our females administer before procreation.
Of course, there are always men who have it. To fuck other men in consensual relationships or by overpowering them. Some target young males as I was when I arrived. But I’ve never heard of anyone getting an erection without it. Ever.
Everyone definitely believes we can’t develop a mating bond any longer. They are wrong. My mate is exotic and different. A combination that only makes me more attracted to her.
I’m relieved and surprised. I never thought I would want to be touched sexually again. Not after the abuse I went through in the first years here under Warden Benard. But those days are gone and the memory of them is not anything similar to what I just experienced.
My hands slide slowly over her naked back. With the light of the fire, I can just see the beginning of her mating marks. They trail down her back in a fine, detailed pattern, all the way to her perfectly, rounded bottom. She’s so incredibly soft and white.
I can’t stop touching her. Running my hands down the back of her arms, I see more markings there as well. My cock is hard again under her, even after the round of pleasure she rung from us both. Tentatively, I run my fingers all the way down her spine and past her ass to her wet cunt. Her moist arousal coats my fingers as I circle the area before bringing my hand back up to my mouth.
Her taste is incredible, and I think about how much she enjoyed it too. I still have much to learn but I’m happy and relieved with how well my first attempt at pleasing my mate has gone. The prospect of learning everything about her excites me. What she likes, and even dislikes will be a new discovery. The ideas fill me with happiness and anticipation. She gives me a new purpose on this planet.
She inhales softly and curls her arms up under mine. Even though my cock is stabbing her and can’t be comfortable between us, she rubs her cheek on me and sighs softly. I don’t know her name or where she came from but my heart swells with gratefulness at this moment. We are together.
When she lifts her body from mine and drops next to me, I immediately miss her. Waving her hand between us, she rattles off words in her language. It’s clear she is ready to get cleaned. I roll out of the platform and go over to where I keep my clean water. Bringing over a water skin and a clean cloth, I motion to her to come closer.
She reaches for the cloth, but I ignore her and slowly reach towards her to wash my spend from her skin. Looking at me with wide eyes, she examines me as I take my time, running the cloth over her baby smooth stomach. Everything about her is tiny and beautiful. Her round breasts are topped with rosy brown nipples that pucker up with the cold.
Shivering, she reaches for her discarded clothing. I clean myself as she dresses. She puts on her strange breast covering and underwear before her alien garments. Her voice hitches softly as she lifts her arms and I realize she is hurting herself.
Stepping forward, I grasp her shoulders and guide her back onto the sleeping platform. She needs to rest more. The shuttle landing wasn’t technically a crash. But her soft, small body was jolted severely based on the bruises from the restraint belts on her white skin. Only food and rest will help her recover.
Moving to the storage baskets, I pull out dried nertel meat and some dehydrated
berries. Gathering them onto a clean piece of cloth, I carefully sort through them. Only the best will do. She needs to recover and get her strength back. As I walk over to her, she chatters in her language. I understand none of it.
Smiling, I hand her the food. As I sit down on the edge of my sleep platform, she looks at the small piles I’ve given her. Reaching forward, I pick up a berry and bring it to her mouth. Keeping eye contact, she opens her mouth and I drop it inside on her tongue. She chews slowly and makes an “mm” sound.
“Mm.” I nod and pick up a piece of the dried meat next. She opens obediently, and I give her the meat. She accepts it, but it takes longer for her to chew this. Her small lips and blunt teeth have more trouble breaking this down. Handing her the water skin, she takes a long drink of water, washing it down.
Her mouth has turned down, and she picks out a berry for her next bite. I don’t think she liked the nertel or at least not the way the meat was cooked. She may like it when it’s fresh and just lightly seared over the fire. I must spend time out checking on the herd, but I don’t want to leave her since she knows nothing about her surroundings.
I’m drawn from my musing by her small hand gripping my wrist as she gestures with her other hand to her chest. “Rachel.” She taps her chest again and again, repeating her word. This must be her name! My mate is so smart.
Smiling, I tap my chest, “Amari.” I wonder if she has a family name like I do that I’ve personally left off. She smiles and says my name back a few times. Even that makes my dick harden.
Continuing to eat, I wonder how long it will take me to learn her language. I was always considered bright despite my obvious defect. One of the reasons I was educated, despite my appearance.
Having a defect like mine should have been impossible. Between the nanos and selective breeding, deformities are rare. When I was younger, they discussed the potential of me growing out of it. But that never happened and by the time I was to be passed to my Ermada, the truth came out. My Ermada, not wanting to have the aberration in her family line, sent me here. For a young male, it was a hellish life.