by Cynthia Sax
She increased the intensity of her sucking, reprimanding him physically for his declaration, and he groaned, his body throbbing, begging for release.
“That’s it.” He leaned back. “Fuck, you feel good.”
Mirian cupped his balls in her small hands and squeezed, the additional touch decimating his control and fracturing his thought processes.
Furu thrust deep inside her mouth and bellowed, shooting his cum down her throat, his release gloriously uninhibited, unrestricted by how others thought a Balazoid should release. With Mirian, as with Xan, he was himself, Furu, an unnatural male with unnatural needs.
“Swallow me, female.” He pushed into her lips as she obeyed his command, draining his cock, her long eyelashes fluttering and her cheeks flushed. A small smile curled her lips.
“You liked that.” He patted her curls, dazed and lightheaded. “You’re an unnatural female,” Furu observed, his appreciation for unnatural females increasing. “But you’re ours.”
Mirian released his limp, spent cock, and she staggered to her feet, blades of green grass sticking to her tanned knees. When Furu placed his hands on her hips to steady her, she jerked away from him, her rejection surprising him.
“I’m not yours yet.” Mirian stepped backward. Furu didn’t move. He couldn’t move, his legs turned liquid by his release. Their gazes met and held, her eyes glimmering with rebellion, her lips glistening with his seed.
“I won’t make it that easy for you. I value my freedom too much.” Mirian edged toward the trees. “You’ll have to earn your precious breeder and catch me first.” She dashed into the forest, her arms and legs pumping, her hair streaming behind her.
Furu stared after her with disbelief, his pants around his ankles. “Xan will catch you,” he called out.
If she wishes to be caught. He grinned, pleased by her strength and determination. She’ll never allow me to become my father.
He whistled as he fastened his pants, a concern he never realized he had lifting from his shoulders.
Chapter Four
Mirian slid the morning’s readings into the metal canister and twisted the top shut, sealing the valuable information inside, protecting it from the destructive humidity and harsh elements. The familiar routine calmed her, the tasks having, in the past, given her solitary life meaning, purpose, a reason to continue living.
Will this be my last entry?
She locked the canister in place on the top shelf, the readings filed from newest to oldest, a visual representation of her first mission and perhaps her last mission, almost a decade of work displayed in front of her. The forever lights flickered, a glitch in the self-contained system she’d never been able to fix, the energy drawn from Viridi’s active core.
Steve rustled his leaves, his vines draped over the portable station’s thick door, his multiple blooms facing both inside the one-room structure and outside, his planet-wide grid of roots and vines more effective than the best Federation early warning device.
“I know. I know.” Mirian checked the meters, tapped on gauges and verified that the replicator, her sole source for off-world supplies, continued to function. “Xan’s coming. Is he still pissed off?”
Steve shook his vines up and down.
“Great.” She rolled her eyes. “That doesn’t bode well for my seduction plans.” She flicked a twig off the table, a table big enough to be fucked upon, and her nipples tightened, her body anticipating Xan’s rough touch. “We’ll go for a run first. Burn off his anger.”
Mirian slipped through the crack between the door and the wall, trusting Steve to close the door behind her, securing the station. “Should I make it easy or hard for him?” She rested her hands on her hips as she pondered which path to take, four choices available to her, each leading in a different direction.
“Don’t answer that.” She laughed, the two obstinate males, one a bloodthirsty plant and the other a warrior Dreck, continuing to battle for planetary supremacy. “I know what you’ll say. Hard it is.” Mirian jogged down the path toward the stream, her feet smacking on the moist ground, her breasts strapped to her body with the leather strips.
Xan will earn his right to fuck me. She curled her hands into fists, pumping her arms, the mist-diffused sun warming her shoulders. The path led away from the ship, away from Furu, Xan’s lover, the thought of taking both of them at once overwhelming Mirian.
They won’t hurt me. I trust them, more than they trust themselves. She ran, her decision having been made the moment Furu paused during oral sex, putting her desires before his.
Xan crashed through the undergrowth behind her, not bothering to conceal his approach, his speed impressive and frightening. Mirian accelerated, the rocks and pteridophytes blurring as she pelted past them. The warrior gained on her, his longer stride eating the distance between them.
He’ll catch me. She huffed, her lungs burning and her muscles aching, a layer of perspiration covering her near-naked body. But not yet. I’m not ready for him yet. She left the beaten path, swerving into the forest, branches snapping under her feet and bruising her toes.
Xan followed, cursing softly in a language she didn’t understand, his wider shoulders smacking into tree trunks, bark shattering with the impact. A beast, he’s a beast. Mirian leaped into the air and grasped a tree branch, swinging herself upward. She crouched on the limb, hidden by the leaves.
Xan pounded past her tree, his black hair slicked back, his bare shoulders glistening with moisture, muscles rippling under his pale skin. My beast. She admired his strength and his determination.
“Fuck.” He stopped, his thighs flexing, his boots skidding on a patch of yellow-green bryophytes. “Where are you, female?” He turned slowly, his nostrils flaring and his chest heaving.
He smells me. Mirian pressed her legs together. He smells my arousal.
“I know you want Furu, female.” Xan touched the pink leather encircling his wrist, the breast covering he’d claimed as a trophy. “He told me how you sucked his cock.” Black straps wound around his arms, accentuating his biceps. “There’s no need to worry. I won’t make you suck my cock.” A dark shadow drifted over his primitive face. “If you don’t want to touch a Dreck.” His gruffness didn’t cover up the hurt in his voice.
She stood on the tree limb, her legs safely out of his reach. “I don’t want to touch a Dreck.” Xan flinched as though she’d struck him, the warrior’s toughness only skin-deep. “I want to fuck a Dreck. I want that big cock in my pussy, not in my mouth.”
“If you wanted to fuck me, you wouldn’t run from me.” He tilted his head back, his red-eyed gaze fixed on her branch, his lips parted and his breathing heavy.
Mirian untied her breast covering and dropped it. The strip landed with a smack on his forehead. “If you wanted me to fuck you, you’d catch me.” She jumped to the next tree, grasping the limb, her arms jerking under her weight. She pulled herself up and jumped again.
“I will catch you.” Xan brought the pink leather to his nose and inhaled, his chest rising, a smug smile curling his grim mouth. “You have to come down eventually.”
I do. Mirian cocked her head, the rush of water over rock tantalizingly close. I need a distraction. She plucked at the ties at her hips, removing her last piece of clothing. “Hold on to this for me.” She flung the wet leather behind him.
Xan pivoted, his hand whipped out, and he caught her leather panties in one of his large palms. A beast. Mirian flipped away from the tree limb and landed on her feet. Their gazes met, his red eyes flashed with triumph, and she ran.
He roared, the animalistic bellow of ownership arousing. He lunged, reaching out, and his calloused fingers grazed her arms, the caress tantalizingly brief.
Mirian broke through the tree line and dived off the blue rock, soaring through the air, down, down, down, into the deep cool pool of water below.
“Mirian!” Xan teetered on the edge of the cliff, gazing down at the water. Ripples radiated from where she’d entered, h
er leap graceful, beautiful, suicidal. Unnatural female. He frantically stripped, kicking off his boots and peeling the suffocating leather from his hips.
She didn’t surface and his stomach clenched, concern for Mirian overriding all of his caution. He dove, stretching his arms before him, air rushing over his naked form. The cold wall of water hit him, pushing the air from his lungs, icy shards of liquid piercing his skin.
Xan grimaced, pressing his lips together, and he searched the pool for long golden legs, skimming along the bottom, pushing aside green fronds of vegetation, his visibility poor.
Nothing.
He bent his knees and pushed off the rocky bed, rocketing to the surface. Xan gasped mouthfuls of the humid air, his eyes stinging and his heart aching with his failure. “Mirian.”
“Y-y-you followed me.” She treaded water near the waterfall, her teeth chattering from the cold, her brown hair plastered to her skull, her eyes appearing even larger than usual.
“That was a damn dangerous tactic, female.” Xan glared at her, anger rolling with relief and fear and arousal, the dizzying combination of emotions making his head spin. “You won’t ever do that again.”
“I-I-I didn’t mean t-t-to scare you.” She blinked, water clinging to her eyelashes, her lips tinged blue.
“I’m a Dreck warrior,” he scoffed, swimming to the edge. “Nothing scares me.” His feet touched rock. Mirian, their female, shook, her slender body too far away to comfort. “Come here.” He opened his arms. “I’ll warm you.”
“Y-y-you’re supposed t-t-to catch me.” She floated toward him, water lapping at the curves of her breasts.
Xan reached out and grasped her slender arms. “I’ve caught you.” He pulled her to him, their bodies smacking together, her curves flattening against his muscle. Despite the finger-numbing cold, his cock hardened, pressing into her stomach, and she inhaled sharply.
“Be still, female.” He strapped his arms around her waist, securing her. “I have you.” He stroked her back, chafing her skin, rubbing heat back into her small form.
“You do but for how long?” She was short, her feet not reaching the ground, and her legs entwined with his.
“Forever. We’re never letting you go,” Xan declared, hearing the truth in his words.
“Never?” Mirian rested her hands on his shoulders, her touch tentative and uncertain. “You and Furu won’t fly off and forget about me, leaving me here alone?”
“When we leave, we’re taking you with us.” He bent his head and captured the plump softness of her lips, lips that only yesterday had stretched around Furu’s cock, his lover having taunted him with the blow-by-blow, sharing every arousing detail.
Every other first will be mine. Xan jabbed the seam of Mirian’s mouth with his tongue, and she opened to him, her fruity taste captivating his senses.
As he explored, charting new territory, she sucked on his tongue as she must have sucked on his lover’s shaft, her suction constant and perfect. He cupped her sweetly curved ass, pressing her mons against his cock.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, spreading for him, and he groaned his approval, burrowing the length of his shaft into her folds. Mirian bobbed in the water, her clit dragging across his rim, her nipples rubbing against his chest.
He nibbled over her jaw, and she arched into him, undulating, her muscles sinuous and lean. Like Furu’s yet different. Xan kneaded her ass, marveling at its fullness, her body designed for sharing.
He licked along her neck, tracing her jugular vein. “You’re perfect for us.” He wedged his fingers between her clenched ass cheeks and prodded her tight, puckered hole with his fingertips.
Mirian stiffened, her spine straightening. “I’ve never—”
“And we won’t. Not now,” Xan reassured his skittish female. He reluctantly removed his fingers from the temptation of her virgin ass, the waves sloshing around them. “But I will fuck your ass soon, breaking yet another Balazoid rule.”
She lay back in the water, her hair spread around her face, a circle of softness framing her. “You and Furu—”
“We were each other’s first.” Xan dragged his lips along the intriguing shadow between her breasts, her nipples pink and puckered. “And when the council found out, we were banished from Balazoid.”
“Oh.” The fire in her eyes dimmed.
“Fucking Furu’s ass was worth it.” Xan raised Mirian out of the water, rivulets of clear liquid streaming down her breasts, and he draped her over a flat rock, revealing her golden curves.
“Fucking your ass will be worth punishment also.” He slurped the moisture off her skin, tasting salt and minerals and sunlight, indulging in forbidden flavors denied to upstanding Balazoid citizens, the rule followers not knowing what they missed.
Xan knew and he refused to live without touching, without love. He swiped the flat of his tongue over his female’s body, navigating her curves slowly, savoring each dip and valley, reveling in her uninhibited response.
“Yes.” Mirian threaded her fingers through his human-like hair, not hesitating to touch him, a Dreck, her features smoothed by passion.
He circled her breasts, first one and then the other, soothing the creases where the leather had dug into her flesh, and she held him to her, murmuring his name over and over, her voice husky.
Xan teased her right nipple, tracing the pinkness and flicking her tip, relishing the intriguing combination of soft and hard that was female, touching a female, any female prohibited for his kind.
This isn’t any female. He gazed down upon her, warmth heating his chest. This is our female. He fastened his lips over her nipple and sucked, drawing cries from Mirian’s throat, her fingernails digging into his scalp. Our breeder.
He cupped her mons, flattening her wild private hair with his palm, his fingertips dipping into her wetness. As he sucked and released, he tapped her clit to the same rhythm, and she writhed against the rock, her shameless display of raw eroticism testing his control.
“Be still, female,” he repeated his command, determined to prolong this first encounter. “Or I’ll bind you so you can’t move.”
“Bind me?” Mirian glowered, her eyes darkening to a midnight black. “Fuck that.” She pierced the thin skin of his scalp with her blunt fingertips and pain shot down his neck, surging straight to his cock.
“No fuck that. We’ll fuck you.” Xan grasped her wrists and yanked her arms over her head, stretching her body, opening her up to him. “Leave your hands there.” She obeyed, hissing and cursing and squirming underneath him, a wild creature needing to be tamed.
“We’ll train you.” Xan unwound the leather straps from his arms, his fingers shaking with excitement and need. “You’ll learn how to please us.” He secured her wrists, tying them together.
“And how to be pleased.” Xan nipped at her left breast, and she whimpered. “We’ll fuck your mouth, your pussy and your ass, separately or together, and you’ll love it, begging for our cocks.” He mouthed over her nipple, pulling gently at the sensitive flesh with his teeth.
“Ohhh…yes, your cock.” She pushed her breast into his mouth, and he inhaled her curves. “I need your cock. Release my hands, Xan. I want to touch you.”
“You haven’t yet earned that right.” He nuzzled lower, burying his face in her flat stomach. “When you’ve learned to be good.” Xan spread her pussy with his fingers, the scent of her arousal tormenting him. “I’ll allow you to touch me.” He stroked into her wetness, the tightness of her entrance rivaling her virgin ass.
“I’ll be good.” She lifted her hips into his caresses, humping his hand with abandonment. He pressed his cock into her thigh, rubbing against her as he worked her pussy.
“Higher.” She wiggled, dancing against the rock. “I need your cock higher.”
“You don’t know what you need.” Xan pumped her harder with his fingers, stretching her, her juices flowing over his hand, her pussy as wet as the pool he stood in.
“I do know
what I need.” Her voice rose. “And it isn’t fingers. I have fingers. That’s all I’ve had for almost a decade. Give me your cock,” she pleaded, her face flushed. “Fill me, Xan.” He grazed her clit with his thumb, and she trembled. “Please.”
“If Furu was here, we’d fill you completely.” Xan spread her legs wider and moved between her thighs. “He’d take your ass while I fucked your pussy.” He found her entrance, positioning himself properly. Her form stilled, her muscles flexing. Their gazes met, her eyes wide.
Xan thrust hard, burying himself up to his balls in her wet, hot pussy, and she screamed, arching off the rock, her body stretched impossibly tight around him.
“Fuck.” He ground his teeth, his cock head squeezed, the pressure exquisite. “This is worth any punishment, even death.” He held her hips in place, pinning her ass to the stone as she gasped underneath him, her grip on his shaft slowly easing.
“You’re perfect.” Xan lowered, covering her body with his, and he licked the tear tracks on her cheeks, tasting the salt of her sexual sacrifice.
Mirian gave him a wobbly smile, and he pressed kisses to the corners of her mouth, determined to take this first fucking slow. “It’s been years,” she confessed, her voice pitched high and thin. “And you’re huge.” She pushed upward and his cock slipped deeper, her snug embrace shredding his good intentions.
“I’m massive.” Xan grinned, a giddiness zinging through him. He leisurely rocked into her, his chest flattening her breasts, his hips skimming along hers, the glide of cock in pussy delectably shallow.
“I feel for Furu.” Mirian wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her feet behind his back, her heels digging into his ass. She rose into his thrusts, undulating under him, enticing him with her curves.
“You’ll feel Furu later. Right now, feel me.” Xan plunged into her faster, harder, deeper, his balls smacking against her skin, the burn accentuating the pleasure.