by Vivian Venus
“I would be honored to share your table,” he said with a little bow. How cute.
We sat down, and Grahf was so tall that he dwarfed the chair making it look like he was sitting at a children’s table. I held back a laugh and watched as he hungrily ate the broccoli and carrots first.
“I was apprehensive about trying human food, but the broccoli and carrots are delicious,” he said, carefully pronouncing the two foreign words. “And the sath of course is wonderful.”
“You really must’ve been eating crap if you think my cooking is wonderful,” I laughed. “I get by but I’m no chef.”
“It’s perfect. It reminds me of my childhood.”
“What was that like? Your childhood.”
His hand engulfed the fork and he stabbed the baked potato and took a bite out of it. “Mm. Hard to remember. I do remember my mother’s cooking. But Ezrok males are sent for training when we are very young, so our childhoods are quite short.”
“That sounds hard. You didn’t miss your parents?” I smiled watching his eyes widen at the baked potato as he breathed out trying to cool down the piping hot mouthful. I poured him a glass of water and slid it over to him, and he gulped it down like it was just a teacup full. “I’m going to need to get larger things.”
“I only have vague memories of my mother. My father I knew well. A harsh man and even harsher teacher. He taught me much, and died a glorious death on the battlefield.”
“I’m sorry.”
“There is nothing to be sorry about. We Ezrok live for battle, Casey. We thrive on it.” He scarfed down the rest of his dinner and bowed to the plate. “Thank you for the meal. I must attend to my training.”
I nodded, and a few minutes later I heard the front door close behind him. I wondered what Grahf had done to be punished. And what kind of things had he done to be rewarded? He had said he was a commander before. What kind of things had he and his men done? A shiver went down my back. I imagined him on a battlefield, his shimmering skin caked with grime and blood, a look of bloodlust in his eyes. He gave a signal, and a legion of Ezrok warriors stormed past him, their weapons mercilessly incinerating the enemy that came at them, sparing no one. I saw him locked in melee battle with some alien enemy, spinning his staff and dispatching opponent after opponent.
The guy was so collected…it was hard to believe that he was a trained killer, that he thrived on that kind of thing. Still, despite the calm exterior I could see that look in his eyes, even if it was hidden deep down most of the time. I saw it when he stared down Zyp – that ferocious glare of a predator.
I filled my lungs, let it out. I needed some air.
After placing my dish into the sink I went to the front of the house and opened the door, appreciating the cool, musty Martian evening air on my face. I stepped out onto the porch, and my attention was immediately grabbed by him. He was off by his shuttle, doing a martial arts form with his staff. He was shirtless again, and even from where I was standing I could see every outline of his muscles, glistening with sweat in the Martian sunset, his strange alien skin shimmering colors in the light.
Jesus. My heart practically stopped from seeing him like that again. What the hell was wrong with me? First the excitement from the run-in with Zyp, and now…
I turned away and looked off at the Sath fields. I could feel the warmth between my legs, and I begged myself to cut it out, to drop it, to stop thinking these totally wrong thoughts that I definitely should not be having about the warrior whose people conquered humanity.
The way he moved was intoxicating, so focused and precise, every twirl and thrust of his staff was measured with power and practice. I sat back into the porch chair while watching him, following his superhuman movements and the way his body moved. Jenny’s voice urging me to find a man to settle down with sounded in the back of my mind. Damnit, I had been completely resistant to the idea so why was I thinking about it now? Just because I had a taste of what it could be like? Because this alien warrior is making me wonder what it’s like to be pleasured with more than just my own fingers?
Grahf gritted his teeth and grunted as he swung his staff out, extending his arms and chest so that all his muscles bulged with exertion. I bit my lip and pushed my thighs together, trying to resist the heat building between them, and my heart was racing with the obscene thoughts that were running through my head. This was so wrong. I shouldn’t be fantasizing this way about a man I hardly kneww, even if he was a demigod-bodied alien warrior.
I’d gotten enough air. I needed to get inside and calm down. Maybe a hot bath. Yeah, that was what I needed.
As I stood and walked back in I realized just how aroused I was – God I was so wet down there. This kind of thing hardly happened to me, it shocked me. The things I was imagining about Grahf… I needed release. If I had some release then I could think clearly again and not have these crazy thoughts.
I passed the kitchen and my eye stopped on a leftover carrot that was sitting on the counter, and a really dirty thought went through my head. It was thick, the perfect shape for it…and big too, just how I imagined Grahf probably was… Normally I would’ve laughed at myself for even thinking such a ridiculous thing, but right now I was feeling naughty, and I never felt naughty.
I was running on automatic. I strode into the kitchen and swiped the orange root off of the counter and went upstairs, kicking off my boots, the hardwood creaking softly under my feet. Out my bedroom window I could still hear Grahf’s grunts of exertion as he practiced with his weapon, and I kicked my jeans off and slid up onto my bed. I was so wet, I could feel it through my underwear.
“Blinds,” I said, and they pulled shut. “Do not disturb.” Wherever Notch was, he wouldn’t bother me until I removed the command. Grahf’s manly noises continued. I slipped my hand down into my panties and felt the warm slickness on my fingers. I was really doing this.
I moaned softly as I circled my fingers around my opening, letting them get nice and wet with my juices, dipping them inside myself and then lightly exploring my clit. I pulled my panties aside and spread my legs wide and touched myself like that for a bit, enjoying the little ripples of pleasure that rocked through me as I did. I fingered the carrot in my free hand, feeling its girth and imagining it to be an Ezrok cock – Grahf’s cock – even though I had no idea what one actually looked like, and then began to slowly move the tip against myself, rubbing it up and down my slit.
Fuck, this was so wrong…but I needed it, I needed to do it…
I sighed as the texture of the thing rubbed my sensitive spot, and then slowly pressed the tip up to my opening. It had been so long since I’d had anything inside of me… Would it fit? I closed my eyes and opened myself up, imagining Grahf’s muscled frame over me, pressing himself up to me, his rock hard rock throbbing against me.
Chapter 6
Grahf
A master of my art, untouchable on the battlefield. My staff was one with me, and I with it. I could destroy any foe who crossed me. Females had no effect on me… So how had this human woman managed to send these ripples through my soul? I gritted my teeth and pulled my staff from the weapons rack in the shuttle, angry that I had become this weak.
I pulled my uniform top off and folded it neatly, then proceeded out of the shuttle to do my daily practice. The Terran sun burned a deep reddish purple as it came closer to the horizon. This planet was in a perpetual twilight, it seemed. I shouted out a fierce battle call, swinging my beam staff horizontally in an explosive motion, then snapped it back and whirled it over my head. I used the momentum to carry my body and flip to the side, slamming the end of my weapon into the ground in a burst of red dust.
She was special. She was beautiful, her delicate human body was petite and soft with curves unlike the females of Ezrok. Despite her human fragility, Casey had a toughness to her that I hadn’t expected of a human – her spirit was strong and burned brightly behind those eyes of hers, which were as bright a color as the forests that covered my homeland
. I had known many strong females, so why she in particular had sudden captured my desires was a mystery to me. The reason was irrelevant. All I knew was that this burning desire to take her body and make it my own had to be quelled.
I put everything into my practice, letting my inner energy flow strong, guiding my movements and putting lethal power into each of my strikes. When I saw her come out of the house I nearly dropped my staff, my concentration momentarily broken. I quickly regained control, though not without a flare of frustration that her mere presence was able to do that to me. I kept her in the corner of my eye as I continued my routine. What was she doing? Certainly not watching me practice.
Even from this distance, even with broken glances as I did my best to stay focused on my training, she stood out like a vibrant nebula amongst dim stars, calling out to me and drawing me in.
I thrust my staff in a powerful finishing move, holding my body taut in this difficult position until I felt my muscles screaming for relief, and then continued to hold it. Every single muscle in my body burned with pain, sweat dripped down my face and I gritted my teeth with furious determination – I would hold this painful pose to remind myself of my training, that I was to forget these ludicrous carnal desires I had for this human female…
She stood up and went back inside, and once again my concentration was broken. I dropped my staff, my arm no longer to support it in that position without complete focus. My body followed. “Curse this,” I grunted, hammering the dirt with my fist.
I took the staff up again and narrowed my concentration, then dove back into my training routine. Each strike carried my frustration, my anger for failing to control my desires. What was wrong with me? What I felt for her should’ve been simple to eradicate, but it seemed like the more I worked my mind to eliminate my desire for her, the stronger it became.
The tip of my staff cut the air, cracking with each strike as it broke past the speed of sound, and yet… I could feel that I was not performing at my strongest capacity. Had I simply grown weak? Too weak to obey a difficult command, too weak to resist Casey’s allure.
It was then that I realized the only course of action I could take to preserve whatever honor I had left as an Ezrok warrior – I would need to leave. If I stayed here any longer I was certain that any remaining skill I had would be replaced by weakness.
I returned my weapon to its place in the shuttle and sat in the pilot’s chair. The comm console blinked at me, beckoning me to activate it and contact command to request transferal to another station on Mars. One without females, without her… My finger hovered over the terminal and the holopad activated, glowing and waiting for my command.
I pulled my hand back, balling it into a fist.
Red soil crunched beneath my boots as I crossed the short distance between my ship and the house. The air had grown much cooler as the sun hit the horizon and dropped a blanket of darkness over the terrain. I had left my uniform top off to allow my body to continue to cool after the intensity of my practice. Pulling open the front door, I went inside the house.
It was dim, the lights all turned down. I peeked my head into the kitchen but Casey was not there, and Notch was in his docking station, his hibernation light glowing softly. Had she already gone to sleep? I removed my boots as to be silent on the unusually noisy floor the house had, not wanting to wake her if she was sleeping. If that were the case, I would simply leave a message with Notch and leave immediately. It would certainly make things much easier.
I went upstairs, the floor still creaking softly under my feet. Casey’s bedroom door was sealed.
My ears pricked up, catching a noise from her room. Was she speaking to her friend? I reached the door, listening closely. It was her voice…and she was saying something.
My name. She was calling my name. She was hurt! Something had happened and she was calling me. Why did Notch not respond?
I tapped the door panel, but nothing happened. It was locked. I heard her pained voice call my name again. There was no time. I flung my body against the door – strong enough to keep a human body out, but nothing compared to my strength.
The lock exploded. I barreled through.
“Grahf…ahh!”
I had not been prepared for the sight that greeted me. Casey lay on her bed, her legs spread wide, plain for me to see. She had a carrot in her hand and was thrusting it deep into herself.
Human and Ezrok copulation was very similar – though Ezrok males were far more well-endowed than humans. I knew what she was doing.
My name escaped from her lips mid-moan, her legs trembling. She couldn’t stop the fit of pleasure she was in, even despite my intrusive entrance. Her eyes widened as large as an Ezrok’s as she saw me, her mouth open in an expression of surprise and ecstasy.
“Oh God,” she cried, quickly squeezing her legs together. “Oh no…”
My cock pulsed, an immediate and visceral response to what I saw before me. A haze drifted over my mind. She was calling out to me to conquer her and I could smell the potent thick scent of her arousal on the air. I was hard, throbbing hard, my cock dying to take her, to fill her and leave my seed inside her. I felt my body shifting, pulses of energy shooting through my veins and filling out my muscles to their maximum strength, the Ezrok state of arousal. My eyes were locked on her. I unfastened my pants and pulled them down to expose my cock, hard and ready. Casey’s eyes widened, flicking back and forth between my eyes and my member.
“Grahf…” she said. “Oh my God.”
I thundered to the bed and was on top of her in an instant, pushing her legs apart with one hand. She gasped, but didn’t resist my touch. She was mine. I reached down and yanked the carrot from her pussy and threw it aside, and then drew my fingers over her opening. Just one of my fingers could cover the entirety of her, and I slowly slipped it inside her. She was soaking wet, and her eyes rolled back as she moaned and let me in.
She reached around my neck and pulled me down, and my lips met hers. A strange ritual, one that I had seen before in briefing and had heard stories about. Kissing, they called it. We Ezrok loved to taste the flavors of our lover’s most private areas, but touching mouths was an unusual practice. I felt her tongue brush against my lips and I met her with mine. I could see why humans enjoyed this ritual. As her tongue caressed mine, my cock only grew harder, throbbing painfully.
My finger was dripping with her arousal – I had no idea human females could get like this. Then again, there was a lot I didn’t know about human females, and I wanted to learn more. I opened her legs and dropped my face down between them, and spread her opening with two fingers. She was a beautiful color of pink, so small and shiny with her arousal. I took a breath, enjoying her intoxicating scent. Then I slowly ran my tongue up her spot, savoring the taste of her. Everything about her was intoxicating. The rumors were true about human women, and I had found the most beautiful one.
She shivered and moaned loudly, grabbing at my hair with her small, slender fingers. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.
“Your body tells me otherwise,” I murmured into her folds, “and mine as well. I cannot resist you, Casey. I’m powerless against you.”
Chapter 7
Casey
The last thing I expected to happen as I was laid back on the bed fucking myself with a carrot that I imagined to be Grahf’s cock was for him to explode into the room, breaking my damn door down right as I moaned his name.
It all happened so fast after that. I saw the shift of his expression go from concerned to what I can only describe as hungry. He knew I wanted him and he was on me in a second, and I didn’t have to imagine what an Ezrok cock looked like. It was huge – way bigger than I had expected, slightly curved…and ridged. The shaft was ridged. I took one look at that thing and realized how badly I did want a man – I just hadn’t met one who pushed my buttons in the perfect way…until now.
And Jesus, did he push my buttons right.
I pulled him down and kissed him, i
t was obvious he had never kissed anyone before in his life but that didn’t bother me one bit, and when he touched me with his huge fingers I almost came right away. Just his finger was big enough, but he slipped it into me easily with how wet I was. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, what we were doing, it had all happened so fast, but I needed him so badly. I was aching for him to fuck me, to put that monstrous alien cock into me and fuck me and leave me filled with his seed. I’d never had these kinds of thoughts before, but my brain was completely filled with them now. It was like I was drunk on him, like his very touch and smell and presence was driving me insane with lust.
When he tasted me I nearly came again, only just barely managing to hold myself together. I shivered as I felt his huge, hot tongue circle around my pussy, and I grasped at his hair, trying to get him to slow down. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” I moaned, not wanting him to ever stop.
“I cannot resist you, Casey. I’m powerless to resist you,” he said, his voice deep and vibrating against my clit. I moaned again. God, I was the wettest I had ever been, I knew I must be dripping all over his tongue and all over the bed. Then he pressed his lips around my pussy and began to do something with his tongue that felt like he was hitting every single possible spot possible, and all I could do was moan his name and grab at the sheets as I rushed closer towards the edge, unable to do anything to slow it down.