5 LADON
The sun is getting low. I'll need to find shelter soon for the two of us. In the distance I can see the spires of my city but I'll not make it before nightfall. After dark is dangerous and I won't risk her safety. Getting to the top of a dune I plot a course towards an oasis. Shifting her across my shoulders I begin running for my goal.
The sun drops and I'm racing it to the oasis. If I don't reach it before nightfall we're more likely to come under attack. The guster and the sismis both hunt by night. The guster will be the biggest problem if I don't find shelter for us. They hunt in packs and are cunning. I can stand against them alone but I can't protect her and fend off a pack of them. The sismis are less of a threat as they are solitary hunters. The ground trembles beneath my feet and I stop, dropping to a crouch. Resting one hand on the sand beneath me I concentrate trying to detect any shifting no matter how subtle. A zemlja would be the worst thing that I could run into right now.
The sun drops lower as I wait but it's a risk I have to take. The guster are less of a threat then a zemlja. Zemlja hunt by vibrations. Their senses are keen enough to detect the breathing of a Zmaj if he's winded. Carefully I control my breathing and keep her off the ground so as to prevent it from detecting her if there is one below us. Staring at the sun I curse its steady descent as the shadows around me lengthen.
Nothing happens. The tremor is not repeated. Cautiously I rise from my crouch and take a step forward then another, pausing after each waiting for a tell-tale tremor. Nothing happens. A few more steps, pausing each time, and at last I'm satisfied that it was not a zemlja so I resume a faster pace. I spread my wings and flap them to gain speed. It's tiring and will take my energy faster than normal but now I'm racing full dark. The stands of baboa trees grow larger as I get closer.
I slow down and come to a halt a short distance from the stands. Touching the sand I sift through letting it fall between my fingers. I want to make sure there are no sand snakes hiding before I lay her here. I'll need to deal with the cvet that are sure to be growing near the water. There might be other things to worry about as well. I won't go into the stand unprepared. Satisfied that the ground is safe enough I lay her down carefully. Her soft skin is an even brighter shade of red but there is no moisture forming on her. I touch her cheeks and stroke along the lines of her jaw. She murmurs at my touch making some sound that might be words. She's hot, too hot, I know if I don't cool her soon she'll die.
I hiss almost involuntarily as I realize this. She needs epis. I cup her face in the palms of my hands studying her. Water first, I dig into her bag and pull out the small bottle of liquid she was using. I know by the weight of it but shake it anyway only to confirm that it's empty. No matter, there will be water in the oasis. It will help, it has to, she has to survive. I want to know more of her, to understand her. How did she get here? Where is she from, what she is doing, why she is so different from me and my kind?
I pull sand across her body to shield her from the fading sun. Taking some mesh cloth from my bag I form a shield for her face that will protect her while allowing her to still breath. Satisfied I've done all I can for her at the moment I unhook my lochaber from my back and approach the oasis. The baboa trees are arranged in a tear drop shape around the water.
The cvet has grown at the base of a massive baboa that's larger than I could wrap my arms around. It trembles as I approach, the long leaves shifting a slight bit from its massive orange and red center. I creep forward, my lochaber at the ready. Its tendrils shift on the sand causing a soft sound as they drag. A small bird chirps and flies down to enter the oasis and the cvet attacks as it passes over the top. The long leaves shoot up from the ground snapping closed into a tulip shape. The bird dodges and manages to avoid capture by the leaves but the tendrils are longer, like long green fingers and they shoot up past the leaves grabbing the bird. It struggles, flapping its wings wildly but to no avail. The long leaves fall open and the tendrils pull the squawking animal into the center of the plant. The bird goes silent as it passes through the trembling fronds of the cvet. The paralytic of its touch taking hold.
The cvet is distracted with the snack so I use the opportunity to strike. I leap up, my wings spreading wide to allow me to float down, my lochaber held two handed before me with the point down. I thrust as soon as I'm in range driving the point straight into the opening of the plant piercing through its mouth into its simplistic brain. The plant trembles and shakes while its tendrils and leaves flop around violently trying to find me. Two of the tendrils grab me and one closes around my throat. It squeezes cutting off my air. I pull my lochaber back and twirl it around bringing the blade across the tendrils in a long sweep that severs them from the body of the plant. The tendrils fall free and I gasp in air as I flap my wings to carry myself past the plant itself. Landing in the center of it would result in me being paralyzed for several hours. Dangerous in the best of situations but it would certainly spell doom for my rescued treasure.
I land lightly and turn towards the cvet crouching to make sure that my aim was true. It trembles one last time then all its leaves collapse and it is still. I poke it with my lochaber to make sure but it doesn't respond. Only then do I know for certain it presents no more danger. Satisfied I return to where I left her. She's still unconscious so I uncover her then carry her to the water. There are tracks in the mud that are fresh. Bivo and guster have both recently been here but that's good. If they've filled on water they'll be out hunting. That lessens the threat for now.
Gently I lay her down and cup the cool water in my hand. I pour it slowly across her forehead and then drizzle it into her mouth. She swallows reflexively. She moans softly turning her head side to side. I brush her hair from her face. It's soft, softer than anything I can recall ever having touched before. The sun is setting now casting a purple-orange glow as it dips below the horizon. I hear the first cries of the sismis as they take to the air to hunt. Here, under the shade of the baboa, we'll be safe from them at least.
Going over the the cvet I killed I harvest its fronds then I take some low branches from the baboa trees. Using the limbs I make a frame over where she lies and use the fronds to cover that frame. It's rudimentary but effective cover big enough for the two of us to shelter in. Once I'm satisfied with the shelter I sit next to her dribbling water into her mouth every so often. She needs epis, life force. I'll have to harvest some for her. Dangerous work but if I don't get it to her she won't survive. Her body is ill equipped to handle the heat.
She's wearing layers of clothing. I take the cloth between my fingers and can see that it's not designed for breathing. Instead of exchanging the heat with the air it's trapping it inside making her hotter still. Realizing this I begin removing her clothing to expose her flesh to the cooling night air. There are small fasteners down the front of her chest. I lean in close examining them. They're shiny, glinting in the soft light as I turn one side to side to determine how it functions. It's attached to one side of the cloth then forced through a small hole. Interesting. I break three of them before figuring out the correct motions to release the fasteners but I do get it.
Pulling the cloth to either side, her white, pale skin is exposed. It's flat and smooth with no ridges, no scales. Fascinating. Her breasts are external all the time. Different than the Zmaj women were, their breasts were protected by scales that opened only for the feeding of children or mating. Hers are protected with more cloth that is stretchy in nature. I pull on it and it snaps back against her. Straps run up across her shoulders and around to her back. Once more I'm leaning in close examining this feature trying to figure out why such an inefficient system was developed. It makes no sense.
The straps going up to her shoulders stretch and snap when I pull on them. There are no connections where it might part. They seem to be sewn directly to the cups that protect her breasts. I frown as I explore. It must be attached somewhere as this is obviously not part of her body. She moans again so I dribble fresh water into her mouth th
en return to my exploration of her differences. Trailing my fingers along the soft mounds of her breasts they're fleshy and soft. My desire stirs as they mold to the pressure of my fingers. Gripping under the cloth cups I pull down on it and the flesh springs free with a small bounce. Dark circles rest in the center of them and my desire rises. My prime penis extends and hardens looking at them. Oddly I wonder what they taste like but I push back that urge.
Leaning in closer to study them the dark circles have small bumps around them that come to a point in the middle. I trace the circle with my fingers and the middle point stiffens and extends upwards straining out. A shudder runs down my spine and my hard cock stiffens even more desiring to take her but that is not my purpose now. I am saving her not having her. I sniff between her mounds and the smell of her is good, enticing, and makes my mouth water.
It takes an effort of will to tear my attention from the flesh mounds but she moans once more reminding me of her condition. Below the cloth band that stretches on either side of her to protect the mounds her pale skin is soft. The lack of scales leaves her vulnerable to damage. Her skin is hot to the touch so I dribble water across her to bring it down. The rivulets run across her but does the job of cooling her. Her sides curve in then swell out where her pants sit on her hips. At the lower part of what I imagine must be her stomach is a hole that does not look like new damage. Is this a scar? It rests just above the waist band of her pants and goes into her flesh. I push a finger into it and it only goes a very small distance. She wriggles as I do and I look thinking perhaps she will wake but to no avail. This is something to understand later.
The waist of her pants is stretchy with no fasteners I can see. She is still burning up so I grab the pants and slide them down. The way her hips swell out then slim down at her legs is interesting and sexy. As the pants slide down fur is revealed at the meeting of her legs to her hips. It gives me pause to see this there. How strange she is! An enticing, musky scent wafts to me as this fur is exposed to the air and my cock throbs with pent up need and desire. How long has it been since I've had a female? The memory is fuzzy and distant. Before the devastation. After that the females all grew sick. That's all I remember of that time. Some memories I don't want.
Tossing the pants to one side I let my finger trail along her legs. Still no scales, interesting. No protection, no system for heat exchange, no wonder she's doing badly. Epis is the only thing that will save her life. I hiss my tongue flickering as I do. Harvesting epis is dangerous work that I do alone. What will I do with her? She must wake up. Unconscious, unable to fend for herself, I have no idea how I will keep her safe long enough for me to harvest the epis. In order to harvest epis I'll have to go into the underground and travel the zemlja tunnels. Facing the earth dragons underground is foolish and not the only danger. Sismis house in the caverns and sometimes the guster use them as a place to lay their eggs. It's mating season for the guster so the odds of running into a female underground are high.
I have no choice. I must get her awake then get the epis for her. I will protect her. She is beautiful, a perfect treasure. The scent from her fur pulls me in. I move closer pushing her legs apart so I can get a better look. The flesh under the fur is soft folds with a slit down the middle. It's fascinating. I touch along the edges of the opening. The fur is soft and curly to my touch. The light pressure of my fingers pulls at the point the flesh meets and it opens up to reveal folds inside. I move in closer still, the scent is heady making me feel almost overwhelmed with desire and need.
Placing my fingers on either side I pull apart and the opening unfolds before me like the petals of a flower. Inside it's moist and pink with the most amazing smell. Using my thumb and forefinger to keep the flower open I then touch the interior folds with my free hand. Gently I probe at the soft folds and to my amazement find a tunnel that leads into her. This must be her reproductive channel, different than a Zmaj but not that much. Less protected, more open, but everything about her is more open and less adapted to life on Tajss.
She moans and squirms as my finger enters her and I hope that this will cause her to wake but as I pull my finger out she stops. It is the most reaction I've been able to get out of her yet so perhaps if I continue she will awake. Then I can continue planning how to get her epis. Desire wars inside me. I can see we'd be sexually compatible and I want almost nothing more than to mate with her but more important than that is ensuring her survival. There will be time for mating if I succeed. I have to get her awake first.
Trailing my finger around the soft folds lining the tunnel I prod along examining the structure. A bit of flesh at the top of the opening protrudes out like a button waiting to be pushed. Uncertain of its function or purpose I touch it lightly. She jerks, moans, and shifts her hips side to side. My cock jerks hard and the first hints of my sperm leak out. My second penis becomes aroused as well preparing for its duties in response to the leaking of the first. My tail shifts side to side involuntarily. I breathe deeply concentrating to regain control of my physical desires.
I run my finger lightly over the button and she moans loudly then she jerks upright. Her eyes are wide as she looks around. When she sees me she screams with a wide open mouth and crawls backwards until she's at the back of the shelter I built for us. She is shaking her head side to side and her mouth is moving making sounds I'm sure are words. I hold my hands up, open, facing her to offer not threat.
"You're safe," I say. "I will protect you."
She pulls her legs up against her chest and wraps her arms around them looking around and continuing to say words that don't communicate. I hiss and shake my head.
6 CALISTA
My body shudders then I'm jerked to awareness with confusing signals rushing through me. I'm dry, so dry I can hardly swallow, but something feels good. Pleasure signals crash into my brain contrasting with the exhaustion, dryness, and mild nausea of my stomach. Opening my eyes it feels like the lids are tearing across my eyeballs and dragging sandpaper along with them.
Looking around the confusion of signals makes me feel like I'm not sure I'm awake and alert or trapped in some weird dream. A moan slips out of my lips because damn it feels good and I'm so horny I can't stand it. Involuntarily my left hand drifts to my pussy responding to the need to rub one off so I can clear my head and focus. Then I see him and I scream.
There's a man between my legs. Not a human man either. Scrabbling backwards I try to escape and come up against a solid structure. It hits me then that I'm mostly naked. My shirt is open, my bra has been pulled down, and my pants are gone. He looks at me and then holds his hands up palms out facing me. I scream once more and pull my legs up in front of me then wrap my arms around them trying to cover myself the best I can.
"Who, no what in the hell are you?" I ask, my voice cracking as I speak.
He's not human. I blink rapidly and try to swallow. My throat is scratchy and hurts. I'm dizzy, light-headed, and still nauseous. The muscles in my shoulders and back are cramping all of this on top of waking up naked with this alien-dragon man between my legs. Confusion is an understatement. He leans forward like he's going to come closer.
"NO!" I scream shaking my head side to side. "Stay back, stay away from me."
I scrabble but can't retreat any further than I have already. He stops moving forward and actually scoots backwards. Does he understand me? His mouth moves and a hissing sound emerges like someone speaking with a lisp, dragging out s sounds. I shake my head not understanding. He seems to frown or maybe he's just thinking about eating me. Maybe in more ways than one. My pussy clenches again at the thought.
"Give me a minute, just stay there, don't eat me," I say as much for myself as for him, having no idea if he understands me or not.
He settles into a sitting position and stays there. I relax a little and try to assess the situation. This is like research, observe, evaluate, decide. Emotions have no place in research and they aren't going to serve me well here either. I'm on a strange planet confronted
by a hot alien. Hot, hmm, damn he is sexy in a strange kind of way. His face is finely sculpted, perfectly proportioned with a strong nose and gorgeous eyes. No, no emotions. Focus, observe, evaluate, my training kicks in again. Okay, observe.
I'm in a structure that seems to be made of sticks that are covered with some kind of plant material. It's not large, about the size of a pup tent. Certainly temporary in nature and barely big enough to accommodate the two of us. So, temporary. Odds are he built this shelter and he built it big enough to contain both of us. So eating me seems to be off the table. Okay, good. Well maybe not good. My clit is throbbing. God damn it, focus!
The man watches me but doesn't move so I continue my observations.
Why am I naked? Kind of an important question I think. Naked and was he… The thought trails off because I don't know where I'm going with it.
I woke up horny, really really horny and he was between my legs very close to my vagina. Was he… having foreplay? Exploring? Getting ready to rape me? No data, only observe what is, not speculation. Okay focus, observe and evaluate. I'm naked, fine. There, my pants are over there next to where I woke up. Good, so I don't have to worry about not having any protection from the sand and heat of this planet.
Him, the alien. Scales, he has a light pattern of scales around the edges of his face that gradually grow larger as they go back. They shimmer in reflected light that must come from a moon outside the small shelter. There are horns that protrude from his forehead along a hard ridge of bone. The skin beneath the scales is a light tan-ish color with yellow and blue accents along the edges. He has sharp eyes that are a beautiful amber shade but the pupils are slits like a cat or lizard. It's fascinating and scary all at the same time.
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