Noone Else on Earth

by Jeanne Barrack

  He almost came in her hand.

  “Enough! Don’t set me off. I’ll spill my seed.”

  She took her eyes off the road for a moment. Her eyes glittered with need. Her voice was husky. “Then I’d smear it all over my breasts and you could lick it off me.”

  He dragged her hand away. “Later.”

  They pulled up to the woman’s home and raced up the stairs to her apartment. Her hand shook so much she almost couldn’t find the lock, but somehow she managed to turn the key and open the door.

  He slammed it shut and slammed her against the wall. Sinking down to his knees, he pulled down her thong and shoved his fingers in her dripping sex.

  She came immediately, gripping his fingers as she rocked against him.

  “I want your cock in me. I’ve waited so long. I don’t want to wait any more.”

  He bent and shifted her into his arms, easily bearing her weight.

  “Where’s your bedroom?”

  “In there.”

  He carried her through the open door and paused. He’d explored enough Earth culture to recognize a setting straight out of a pornographic movie.

  Crimson and black. Satin and velvet. Fringed lamps and mirrored ceiling. It was the room of a high-class madam of a fancy bordello.

  She clapped her hands and the bright light by the bed turned off, only the fringed lamp aglow with a red bulb, stayed on.

  “Clever.”

  “Thank you, kind sir.”

  He threw her onto the bed, her skirt flying up to her waist revealing her pussy. He grinned.

  Miss Patty was a natural redhead. “Take off your clothes.”

  She smiled and spread her legs, fingering her creamy sex. “Would you like me to strip for you?” She licked her lips. “You know, do a little routine with some music?”

  “What have you done for your other men?”

  She blushed and shook her head. “There haven’t been any other men.”

  His smile turned feral. “Don’t lie to me, sweetheart. You’re not going to tell me that you’re a lesbian.”

  She pulled down her skirt, covering her bare flesh and sat at the edge of the bed. She bent her head, avoiding his gaze.

  “Everything I know is from books and movies.”

  “You’re telling me you’re a virgin? Sorry. I know different. That was no virgin that gave me a hand job.”

  She took a deep breath. “Promise you won’t laugh. I lost my virginity to a vibrator.”

  She knelt at the side of the bed and drew out a flat box and unlocked it. Flipping back the lid, she revealed a variety of sex toys.

  Tzahyad stared at the devices. If she were to be believed the female had never experienced the touch of a live male. This was too good to be true.

  “How can I laugh when you’ve given me what every male desires? Oh, baby, we’re going to have one hell of a night.” He moved to her, raising her to her feet. “You want to strip for me. Go ahead.”

  He stretched out on her bed, leaning against the pillows and unbuckled his belt. Unbuttoning his shirt revealed his firm, muscled chest. With a regal nod, he gestured for her to begin.

  Patty shoved the box back under the bed. Delving through her lingerie drawer, she pulled out an unopened package. Inside was a special thong she’d purchased over the Internet. She unsealed it and shimmied into the tiny undergarment.

  Turning on the CD player she hit the controls and the sexy voice of one of her favorite country singers filled the room. Strutting to the strains of “Nothing on but the Radio,” she moved around the room.

  The first piece of clothing to go was her skirt. Her blouse quickly followed until she was left with her special thong and her peek-a-boo bra.

  Unclasping it, she let the flimsy piece of lace dangle from her fingers as she twirled it around. She threw it off to the side and swayed over to the end of the bed.

  Her eyes never leaving his, she moved up his body, her knees on either side of him. Finally, her breasts were before him and he dragged her forward, suckling greedily on one long, pointy nipple. She clutched his head to her with one hand and reached down to his unzipped pants to draw out his naked penis.

  He slapped her hand away and pulled away from her breast. “Not yet. You’ll touch me when I tell you.”

  She nodded and moved up higher so that her pussy was closer to his lips. “This is a special thong. You can eat it while you eat me. Please.”

  Tzahyad beamed. “You clever girl, what an interesting idea.”

  He slipped his tongue underneath the lacy thin strip and sucked. The candy melted on his tongue and mingled with the female’s juices. Getting a grip on what remained of the lace, he ripped it off her. “I’d rather eat your sweet little pussy.”

  He elongated his tongue between her plump folds giving her a treat he seldom gave any prey. He primed her like a well, pumping up and down until she came like a fountain, her cream coating his tongue.

  She sank down on his belly, leaning her forehead against his. “That was incredible. I never dreamt it could be so, so ...”

  “Much better than pleasuring yourself with an inanimate object? You’ll find out just how much better when I take my cock and fuck your sweet little ass. Now, let me sheath myself and we’ll see just how much you can take.”

  Undulating her butt against him, she looked him dead in the eye. “Anything you can give.”

  He pushed her off him while he pulled off his pants and put on a condom.

  “You’re so thoughtful. Most men wouldn’t be concerned with their partner’s health.”

  “Oh, I’m careful. I’m always careful. Now roll over. I’ve been thinking about ramming my cock between those cheeks all night.”

  Patty turned onto her belly, resting her head on her arms. She couldn’t believe that she was finally going to lose the last vestige of her virginity to one of the sexiest men she’d ever seen.

  The girls would go nuts when she told them. If she told them.

  She felt him lift her belly and shift a pillow under her ass. She was wet and aching to feel his huge prick. And then he was there. He plunged his penis so hard she thought he’d touched her womb. Over and over he drove into her, his balls hit her and he gripped her waist so hard she knew there’d be bruises.

  She didn’t care. She wished she could walk around naked so everyone could see the marks of his lovemaking. As he thrust into her one last time, it seemed as though his prick lengthened even more.

  She screamed as she came, bucking and thrashing beneath him. He pulled out from her as the final shudders died away.

  Tzahyad absorbed the explosion of her energy. The charge she exuded was as strong as any he’d ever experienced. She nearly matched the sexual force of the inhabitants of the planet Terinel.

  Amazing.

  He lay on his side as she rolled over onto her back. She arched, her voluptuous breasts thrusting upward. Turning her head to gaze at him, she smiled.

  “That was incredible.” Her eyes fluttered shut. “Was I all right?”

  He took her hand and placed it on his arousal, still semi-erect. “Does that answer your question? I can’t wait to fuck you again.” He paused. “Why don’t you take the condom and put it on for me?”

  Patty’s eyes gleamed.

  He picked up his slacks and took out a small wallet and placed it on the nightstand, withdrawing a fresh rubber. Removing the used condom, he tied it off and placed it in his pants pocket.

  “Here. Go ahead. And use that mouth to do it.” He cupped himself, running his hand down his now rock-hard penis. “I’d rather feel that big pouting mouth on me than my own hands.”

  She crouched on the bed next to him, positioned the condom between her lips and slowly slid it on. As soon as she finished she began to suck him.

  He jabbed her with his prick almost choking her. Gripping her hair, he dragged her mouth from his phallus and pushed her back.

  She leaned on her elbows, her mouth slack with lust.

  “Y
ou like it rough, don’t you?”

  She nodded.

  “I bet you have some really special toys in that box under your bed. Show me what you have.”

  Patty scrambled off the bed, knelt and pulled out the box again. Sitting on her heels, she rummaged through the contents until she found her cuffs, bindings and the whip. She held them up so he could see them.

  He smiled as he fingered his medallion, the metal warm from his skin. “Excellent. Come here, bitch. It’s time to get serious.”

  Patty’s breath caught in her throat. It was almost too much to take in. All her fantasies seemed to have come alive in one beautiful male package.

  She handed him everything and then knelt submissively before him.

  “I’m yours.”

  “Exactly.”

  * * * * *

  Julie shifted in bed. Something was poking her in the rear. Someone was breathing in her ear and someone was caressing her breasts.

  She was naked and so was the man behind her.

  Him. The man of her dreams. And last night, the man in her bedroom.

  Was he awake? She’d heard that men could have a hard-on in their sleep. Was it true?

  She pushed against him and his cock slipped between her cheeks like a knife through butter. A slow, easy pumping motion followed immediately after.

  “And good morning to you, sugar.” He pushed his fingers through her snatch and between her plump nether lips. “Ah, now that feels good. You feel so good.”

  The tempo increased and Julie moved with it. Her thoughts chaotic, her breath hitching, she let the ecstasy overwhelm her.

  Mike surged within her, filling her to overflowing. She was so damn hot. He teased her nipples, enjoying her immediate response. He brushed her silky hair away from her neck, admiring the slim column. He nuzzled her, licking her skin, inhaling the sweet fragrance wafting from her.

  How would she taste? If he were to sink his fangs in her, sip the little drops of blood that activated the process that would make her his blood mate ... how would it taste?

  He wanted to know. Now, while her orgasmic moans rang in his ears, now would be the time to find out.

  His fangs would extend and he’d impale her. Her blood would seep through the sharpened points into his veins and set off his elixir, sending it mingling with her blood.

  He wanted to do it.

  He couldn’t do it.

  He knew the risk of making love to Julie and he’d almost blooded her any way. But she was so damn luscious. She reminded him of those voluptuous beauties painted by the Old Masters of Earth.

  More than her beauty attracted him, though. In the brief time he’d known her, he’d found a great sense of humor, a clever mind, and a loyalty to friends and family.

  And she was gorgeous.

  He sighed.

  The results of his indiscretion would be horrendous.

  She’d be changed. She’d crave him like a wanderer in the desert craved water. No, needed water. She’d have to feed from him as he would from her.

  If they were blooded she’d bear his essence.

  And Tzahyad would find her.

  “Darling? Anything wrong?” She turned to him. “Why did you stop?”

  “Just catching my breath, sugar. And maybe we’d better catch some sleep. We didn’t really get much last night.”

  She looked over her shoulder and smiled. “I’d like that. I don’t have to be at Bad Boys till tonight.”

  “Then that’s what we’ll do.” He held her tighter. “Sleep now, sugar. I’ll keep you safe.”

  Safe? What did he mean? She yawned. She’d ask him later. She yawned again and slid deeply into slumber.

  * * * * *

  Tzahyad gazed at the slumbering redhead. She lay limp, her sexual energy diminished but far from extinguished.

  He’d come back and feed on her again. But first he’d have to clear her mind. Wouldn’t do to have the little bitch spill her experience by accident to the tracer.

  If he were lucky, he’d find out who fucked Julie Turner and take care of that little problem today.

  He poked Patty in the ribs and she awoke with a start. She rolled over and smiled up at him.

  “Morning, lover.” She stretched and arched her spine. Her smile deepened as she turned her head and looked at the clock on the nightstand. “It’s early.” She cupped her breasts and hefted them. “Are you hungry?”

  Tzahyad shook his head. “Not now.” He gazed at her, connecting with the thoughts of their sexual activity. He watched as her eyes clouded with confusion. As her memories scattered, her mind sought to escape the turmoil the only way possible.

  Her lids slid closed and she slept.

  Tzahyad dressed and took a souvenir, shoving her sheer, black stockings into his pocket.

  He sauntered down the stairs, shutting the door behind him. Gathering his energy, he raced through the streets to Julie’s house, traveling too fast for human sight, appearing as a mere disturbance in the air.

  Arriving at her home, he circled around the back and frowned.

  She wasn’t there.

  It was early. Where could she be? Her car remained parked in the front. Could she be at a neighbor’s? He snarled. The bitch. He’d have to wait. He couldn’t look all over town. He shrugged. He’d get her later at the club. That would be better anyway. He could kill two birds with one stone. Nice little phrase, that. The humans did have a way with words. He nodded, pleased with his reasoning. He’d kill the tracer ... and fuck his sex mate.

  * * * * *

  Mike woke up with a start. Tzahyad was near. He didn’t know how he knew, he just did. He looked down at a dreaming Julie and frowned. Thank the stars he’d activated the device and used the balm. If Tzahyad were nosing about, Julie would be protected.

  And his identity would still be safe. Moving quietly, he slipped from the bed and pulled on his jeans. Padding on bare feet, he peered through the window blind slats. Knowing Tzahyad’s patterns, he knew he’d move at high speed, but perhaps he could catch the telltale signs of the air shimmering as Tzahyad brushed by.

  He sighed and shifted away from the window.

  He knew it was only a small chance, and frankly, he didn’t want to risk Julie’s life.

  Tzahyad would leave once he was sure that Julie wasn’t at home. Mike decided to take his patrol outside. It would be easier to sense whether he was still nearby. As long as he stayed near the shielding device, he’d be invisible to Tzahyad’s eyes.

  He found Julie’s keys on a table near the door and left the house, locking it behind him.

  He’d be back before she woke up.

  Chapter Nine

  Tzahyad raced through the streets of Greenrock faster than the human eye could see, his apparel protected by a thin shielding, impervious to the friction induced by his speed. Slowing down to an easy jog as he neared Real Bad Boys, he noted several vehicles were parked at the place.

  He tried the barroom door, opening it without a sound. Angry voices drifting through the swinging doors leading directly into the shadowed room met his silent entrance.

  Only the stage lights were on and those near the bar itself. Keeping to the shadows, he observed, unspeaking, the scene playing out before him.

  “What the hell are you doing here, Bill? I told you, you come near Connie again, you’ll regret it.”

  The bartender’s voice reeked with restrained violence. Tzahyad noted the clenched fists, the flaring nostrils, the narrowed gaze and felt his flesh tighten in response. Pure anger like this often incited his sexual force. He turned his attention back to the antagonists, letting their energy wash over him.

  “She took the damned bedroom furniture! What the hell am I supposed to sleep on?”

  Staying behind the bar, the female spoke defiantly. “Go sleep with one of your sluts. The furniture is mine; my grandmother gave it to me.”

  Bill took a step forward and Gary immediately placed his body in front of the bar, creating an additional barrier
between Connie and Bill.

  “Take one step closer and I’ll hurt you.”

  Tzahyad noted the open kitchen door and the cook standing in the doorway listening to the escalating voices. So, he wasn’t the only silent witness.

  Bill’s voice rose to a whine, and he staggered as he took a step closer to Gary. “Why can’t you see what a pig she is? You were my friend. What’s the fat bitch done to you?”

  Interesting. A new form of sexual tension had entered the volatile situation. Rather than being directed at his mate, the bartender aroused Bill’s sexual desires.

  There was no reciprocity on Gary’s side, only disgust and anger. “We’re not friends any more, Bill. Get it through your thick skull. I’m not friends with a self-serving bastard with a wandering dick who picks on defenseless women. Get out of my sight, before I lose my temper and do something we’ll both regret.”

  He turned away, slipping behind the bar to draw the female into his protective embrace.

  Tzahyad watched as the other man stumbled out the side door. Following him, he took a moment inside the foyer to rearrange his form to match precisely that of the bartender and exited the bar. He found Bill in the side parking area, puking up his guts.

  “Sorry, pal. I had to make sure the cow thought I was on her side.”

  Bill’s head whipped around, spittle trailing from his mouth, his eyes still a bit glazed. “Gary? What the hell?”

  Tzahyad took a step closer to the drunken creature, placing a caressing hand on his arm. “I didn’t want her to know how much she disgusts me. Didn’t want her to suspect my plan.”

  Bill peered at him with bleary eyes. “Plan? What plan?”

  “The one to get her out of our lives permanently.”

  “Our lives? Wha...?”

  Tzahyad ran his fingers lightly down the drunk’s arm. “Let’s not talk about it here. Let’s go back to your house. We’ll have privacy there. Let’s take your car.”

  Bill stumbled his way back to the car and Tzahyad slid into the front passenger seat. Not trusting the man’s reflexes to get them to his home in one piece if he were distracted, Tzahyad decided to wait until they arrived at their destination before he indulged in any sex play.