RavishedbyMoonbeam

by Cynthia Sax

  “Not talking about your inferior ass.” Krol rolled her onto the sleeping unit until she was positioned face down, her back toward him. “I will fuck your inferior ass.” He rummaged through his garments and located the jar of lube, holding it up for her inspection. “I have lube.”

  My big, protective alien has lube. Danielle smiled at his excitement, and she pushed up onto her knees and elbows. “Slather that lube on my ass, my Krol.” She slanted her ass up toward him, giving him access to more of her body. “Make my hole as wet and slippery as my pussy.”

  He carefully spread her ass cheeks and the cool bedroom air flowed over her skin. The arousing scent of leather tickled her nostrils as he oiled her crease and teased her rim.

  “Stick your finger in there,” she coached her cautious alien. “I want to feel you right up my ass.” He inserted his index finger and she moaned, feeling every knuckle ridge. “Yes. That’s it. Pump me. Stretch me. Prepare me for your cock.”

  “You are small, my Danielle.” His voice was edged with despair and excitement. “So very small.” Krol fingerfucked her, adding more and more lube until he slid in easily. Then he added a finger, stretching her even more. His fingers were thick and calloused and alien, unlike anything she’d ever had up her ass. She reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy as he worked her butthole.

  “My Danielle.” His breathing grew as ragged as hers.

  “Don’t you dare come yet,” she warned him. “I want your cum in my ass.” She arched into his hand. “Squirt lube on that monster cock and feed it slowly to me. No thrusts or you’ll tear me apart.”

  “I will not damage you, my Danielle,” he promised, testing her tight hole with his broad cock head.

  God. He’s huge. “Slowly.” She clenched the bedcovers in her fingers, trying to relax as he pushed into her, her body resisting his invasion. “Slowly.” She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from whimpering.

  “We are not compatible.” He stopped, his cock head splitting her ass in half, the burn excruciating.

  “We are, my Krol, so give me your damn cock.” She kept her face turned forward, knowing if he saw her expression of pain, he’d never take her ass, and she desperately needed him inside her.

  He pushed and pushed and pushed until he passed the ring of resistance and the torturous slide eased in intensity. “My Danielle.” He groaned, sinking balls deep into her ass, his vibrating shaft sending stimulating tremors throughout her body. “My observation was erroneous. Your ass is superior to all other asses.”

  Danielle smiled smugly. “Even yours?” She was stuffed, filled with hard alien male.

  “Yes.” Krol caressed her ass cheeks, exploring her with his fingertips. “I cannot fuck my own ass.” His cock pulsed with short, steady palpitations inside her.

  “Hmmm…” She swayed back on him, pushing him in deeper, testing the snug fit. “You feel good.” Butt-tingling pleasure surpassed pain. “And you’ll feel even better if you move.”

  Krol made a disgruntled noise that was half groan, half growl and all horny male. “Silence.” He cuffed her right butt cheek, his palm rough and warm and heavy. “You converse excessively.” He rocked into her with a gentle, lazy rhythm, gliding his cock head in and out of her puckered hole.

  “Fuck you, Krol,” she taunted him.

  “Your Krol.” He slapped her ass, the sting drawing moisture from her empty pussy. “I am your Krol.” She arched her back, lifting her flesh for more punishment. “And I fuck you.” He heated her skin with his hand as he thrust into her harder and faster, the rub of his hips against her curves adding even more sweet pain. “You do not fuck me.”

  “We’ll see about that.” She pushed her ass backward, driving herself onto his cock. “Oh, yeah.” She laughed, embracing the burn. “I’m fucking you now, aren’t I?”

  “No.” Krol lowered his chest to curtail her movements. He wrapped one hand around her torso while bracing his weight with the other. She was trapped, caged by his muscular body, and she trembled with excitement. “I fuck you, my Danielle.” He cupped and squeezed her breasts with his rough fingers.

  He ravaged her ass with long, hard strokes while she surged back and bucked upward, forcing him to subdue her more forcefully. He did so easily because he was bigger and stronger, a fierce alien warrior, worthy of restraining her, worthy of restraining her forever.

  Danielle froze. Why am I thinking of Krol and forever?

  He grazed her shoulder blade with his razor-sharp teeth and swayed her body with his thrusts, flooding her body with sensation, and she left all thinking behind. There was no forever. There was only now, with him over her, his cock splitting her ass in two, his hard ridges grinding against her skin and his big hand on her left breast.

  “Harder. Oh my Krol. Harder.” She panted, a breath-stealing orgasm winding around her body. She’d never before come from anal sex, but she’d never before had Krol up her ass, plunging his big, vibrating cock into her, bouncing his hairless balls against her wet pussy.

  “My Danielle.” He grunted, driving forward harder, his shaft movements growing frantically faster. “My Danielle.”

  He pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger and she screamed, both her pussy and her ass convulsing with an acute sharpness. Krol twisted her abused flesh, adding more delicious pain as he came, bellowing her name. Another wave of pleasure rolled over her.

  “Fuck.” She collapsed upon the funky space bed, her brain depleted of any other words. His cock slipped from her ass, yet Danielle’s connection to him remained.

  “Fuck,” he repeated as he sprawled out beside her. “My Danielle.” Krol gathered her to him and rested his chin in the curve of her shoulder. His warm breath wafted against her skin and his chest ridges gently brushed against her back.

  They lay in companionable silence, and in his arms, Danielle felt safe and secure and peaceful. Peace is an illusion, her mother’s voice echoed in her mind. The emotion surrounding me is an illusion.

  You are a critical mission. Her spine stiffened as she remembered his careless words. I’m merely a mission for him, a way for him to ensure the continuation of his species. He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t care.

  “Why me, my Krol?” She turned to face him. Her warrior’s swirling black-and-green eyes were half-closed and his chin was lax, not a single concern etched in his strong countenance. “Why did you abduct me? Was it because I was the first woman you saw?” Oh God. Please say no.

  Krol raised his head and frowned, his lips black and severe. “You are my Danielle.” He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. His coarse fingertips lingered over the curve of her cheek, sending tremors of sensation over her skin.

  “But what makes me your Danielle?” She pressed for the answer she needed, yet dreaded. “What makes me special?” She placed her trembling palms flat on his chest ridges, his body heat strengthening her resolve.

  Krol stared at her with his forehead ridges condensed, as if he was trying to decipher what she asked. He doesn’t understand. Danielle sighed, frustrated by the gap in communication. He—

  “I observed a recording posted on your World Wide Web communications system,” Krol explained. “A human male terminated a canine warrior without justification. He then aimed the primitive weapon toward his own offspring.” Her alien lover glowered and his eyes turned pitch-black. Danielle gazed at him with awe, enthralled by his intensity. “You risked termination, placing your fragile body between the weapon and the offspring.”

  “I lived.” Although she’d thought she wouldn’t. Danielle closed her eyes, reliving the moment. Her heart pounded. Her hands curled into fists. “The dog survived also.”

  “You will not risk termination again, my Danielle.” Krol cupped her face between his big hands. “I will protect our offspring. You are a warrior. I am the best warrior,” he declared proudly.

  Danielle glared at him. “You are a—”

  He placed his finger over her lips. A loud whine came from the
adjoining room. “Puppy.” Krol issued a series of short barks. Small feet padded on the floor’s metallic surface. “He tires of his solitude,” he explained.

  The bed dipped as the pit bull puppy joined them. He bounced toward Krol, his tail wagging enthusiastically. When he reached his master, Puppy licked his green-and-black ridged face all over with his big, sloppy tongue. Her strong, fierce alien laughed, his mouth stretching into a goofy smile, and that part of Danielle she’d been keeping cold and reserved melted.

  The two males exchanged barks as they wrestled around on the bed. Puppy nipped at Krol’s fingers and toes and ridges. Krol counterattacked, using a slender fraction of his speed and strength, his taunting taps leaving no bruises on her much smaller pet. He’d make a good dad. As soon as that wistful thought formed, Danielle banished it from her mind. Concentrate on the here and now. Leave forever for tomorrow.

  Alien and dog played until a subdued Puppy flopped down at their feet, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. “His energy levels require restoring.” Krol grinned at her.

  Danielle raised a hand to her mouth, covering her yawn. “Mine do too.” She wiggled closer to his big body, snuggling into his angles, his body seductively warm.

  “Restore your energy levels, my Danielle.” Krol wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly to him. “I will protect you.”

  Chapter Four

  “I feel naked.” Danielle ignored the males lining the corridors, staring at her. Although they were as brightly colored as her lover, none of them were as tall or as strong or as badass. “Look at you,” she told Krol as they walked. “Now look at me.” She pulled at her skintight space dominatrix outfit, the breastplate digging into her side. “What am I missing?”

  “I look at you always, my Danielle.” Krol’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. Over the last four days, he’d been relaxed and frisky, but that attitude had changed this morning. He was back to being dour and grim and a bit frightening. “And you are missing a spicka.”

  “Ha. Ha. Very funny.” She rolled her eyes. “Why do you have guns and daggers and other goodies and I have nothing? You say I’m a warrior. Well, warriors have weapons.”

  A door to a room she hadn’t yet explored slid open. “I should at least have—”

  She stopped short, and Krol bumped her forward. An alien with Krol’s black-and-green coloring sat on a silver metallic space chair, the flimsy-looking seat positioned in the middle of the room. Sprawled over the male’s lap was Danielle’s identical twin. She was naked and crying, and her ass cheeks were red. The alien paused in mid-spank. “Warrior Krol Nowak. Warrior Danielle Nowak.” He gave them a curt nod.

  Danielle gazed up at Krol and she took his hand, curling her fingers around his big palm. “My Krol,” she cautioned.

  To her surprise, her possessive warrior’s grin widened. “Observe, my Danielle. Warrior Miar Najazd strikes Simulator Danielle’s ass. She cries.”

  His alien buddy gave the computer woman’s ass a wallop and she cried out. “Too hard, my Miar. I am fragile.” Big, juicy tears dripped down her cheeks.

  “What the hell?” Danielle gazed at her wimpy twin in horror.

  Krol laughed. “Observe, Warrior Miar Najazd.” He swung Danielle into the air and she shrieked, clutching his arms. “Fabricate ass support.” He sat down with her on the newly formed chair.

  “Let me go, you insensitive moose turd.” She struggled, slugging him in the calves as he arranged her over his lap, her ass up. “I’ll shoot your—”

  He slapped her leather-covered ass cheeks, the sound ricocheting in the room. A stimulating heat spread over her flesh. “I strike my Danielle’s ass. She—”

  “Elbows you in the stomach.” Danielle jabbed Krol hard and he doubled up.

  “May I soon have your good fortune, Warrior Krol Nowak.” The alien laughed and shoved his simulator girlfriend away from him. The spineless shell of a woman fell to the floor, whining and crying. “The chamber is yours.” He walked out, completely naked, his huge cock swinging between his legs like a police baton.

  “You let him fuck a simulation of me?” Danielle pushed away from her big warrior and circled the woman, anger, humiliation and disappointment warring for dominance inside her. No male touches me, my ass. She snorted. The computer woman kneeled, her tears mysteriously erased, her head lowered in a subservient stance.

  “Simulator Danielle is not my Danielle.” Krol shrugged, his expression unconcerned, as he laid out his weapons on a floating table.

  Danielle cupped the woman’s chin, raising her face. “She looks like me.” She touched the fake Danielle’s cheeks. “She feels like me.” She sniffed, smelling cinnamon gum and moist pussy. “She smells like me.” She folded her arms, disgruntled with her clone. “If her personality was reprogrammed, we’d be identical.”

  “She does not look like you, my Danielle.” Krol calmly cleaned his weapons, polishing them with a fabric square. “When I look at her, I feel no heat here.” He tapped his chest.

  Danielle stared at him. “You feel heat in your chest when you look at me?”

  “And when you smile, and when you fight me, and when we fuck. The Fixers cannot fix this damage.” More weapons appeared on the table, arranged from smallest to largest. “It has not reduced my abilities. I remain the best warrior.”

  Danielle smiled at his casual arrogance. “You love me, you big fool,” she teased. She sat down in his lap and placed her hands on his shoulder ridges.

  Krol scowled. “The love emotion is not recognized on Sila.” He reloaded one of his space guns with bright-yellow bullets.

  “Ahhh…” Danielle nodded, admiring the Silan emotion avoidance strategy. “I don’t recognize the love emotion either, and if we don’t recognize it, it doesn’t exist.”

  He switched guns and continued reloading, his arms around her.

  “So why are we here?” She studied her surroundings. There wasn’t much to look at. The walls were stark and bare and the furniture consisted of two chairs and a floating table.

  “Are we having a threesome with Little Miss Priss?” The simulated Danielle remained seated on the floor with her feet tucked under her bare ass, her nipples soft and smooth despite the cool temperature of the room. “You’re quite the kinky bastard, my Krol.”

  Krol raised his head and met her gaze, his green-and-black eyes swirling with questions. “I do not understand the word threesome.”

  “The three of us fuck,” Danielle explained. Krol looked at the computer woman, looked at her and then looked down at his groin. He lifted the ridge above his eyes. “You fuck her and then me, or she eats my pussy while you fuck my ass or mouth, or—”

  “She will not touch you!” Krol roared, his possessiveness making a thrilling appearance, and a rush of warmth flowed to Danielle’s pussy.

  “But you want to touch her.” She studied Simulator Danielle, struggling to rein in her own jealousy. “I suppose she’s like a sex toy. She doesn’t have feelings. And you clearly don’t care for her or you wouldn’t let your friend fuck her.”

  “Mission simulator program end.” The woman faded from view. “When I fuck, I fuck only you, my Danielle.” Krol squeezed her ass with one big hand. “But.” He sighed. “No fucking now. Target simulator program begin.” An outline of a giant red ant appeared on the far wall. Krol nudged Danielle to her feet and he picked up a gun.

  Target practice. Yes! “Are we squashing bugs?” Danielle followed him to the center of the room, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Do I get my own space gun?”

  “This is yours.” Krol handed her his gun, but he didn’t release it. “Wait. I help you shoot.”

  “What?” Danielle glowered at him, insulted by his offer. “Give me that.” She yanked it out of his hands. “I’m a cop. I can shoot a gun by myself.”

  Krol folded his arms. “Then shoot, little warrior.”

  She positioned herself, trying to ignore him and the nerves fluttering in her stomach. You graduated top of your c
lass. You can do this, Officer Danielle. “For your information, I’m not little. I’m tall.”

  “For a human female,” he muttered.

  She sucked back her retort and concentrated on the target. A bullet in the giant ant’s head would kill him, but she lowered her gun a couple of inches. A bullet in the gut should blow him to pieces. She tapped the green button.

  The kickback flung her across the room and she screeched as she slammed against the padded wall, the impact jarring her entire body.

  “Are you damaged, my Danielle?” Krol kneeled beside her and touched her back and skull, looking for injuries. His green-and-black eyes swirled with concern.

  Soft emotions a soldier shouldn’t feel flooded her chest. “Did I get him?” Danielle glanced around Krol’s big body. “I did.” The target was splattered with yellow. “Right in the chest!”

  “Only an assault to the head will terminate a Mravenec warrior, my Danielle, and as you did not terminate your foe, he will have sufficient life source to terminate you.” Krol snatched the gun from her numb fingers. “Your weapon requires fixing due to your reduced body mass.”

  “Shoot him in the head. Got it.” Danielle stood, groaning as her muscles protested the movement. Krol handed her the gun.

  Again. She pushed past her agony, aimed and fired. The decreased kickback jolted her shoulder, but she remained standing…barely. “Son of a bitch.” Danielle shook her fingers, sharp shards of pain running up her arm.

  “More fixing.” Krol stood close to her as he fiddled with the gun, his chest ridges brushing against her back, his heat warming her skin.

  God. She breathed in, smelling leather and man and gunpowder. I want him. “I nailed the big ant in the head though.”

  “Yes.” The corners of his mouth lifted. “Your aim has high accuracy.”

  “Thank you.” Her cheeks heated at his compliment. As Krol passed the gun to her, she caressed his fingers, stroking his rough knuckles. “Coming from the best warrior, that gives me a warm fuzzy.” Danielle shot him a saucy smile and turned toward the target.