Alien Dragon's Baby: A Scifi Alien Romance (Red Planet Dragons of Tajss)

by Miranda Martin

  He's also big. Really big, like put the Rock or Schwarzenegger to shame big. He has reddish-brown hair that lies close to his head falling back to just above his shoulders out of which I can see some small horns that run along the edge of his head and down the back out of sight. He's wearing a soft, loose looking shirt that billows out a bit around him. It looks like it's made of some mesh material that lets it breathe. Makes sense for the environment. Okay, so observe then evaluate. What do I know. He's particularly adapted to heat and sand, so logic says he's a native to this planet.

  He leans forward and I yelp. He stops looking at me then he picks up my water bottle and holds it out. He doesn't come any closer than he has to, the bottle hanging halfway between us. I eye it carefully looking from it to him then I reach out and take it from him. He nods as I uncap it then drink greedily of the cool refreshment inside. Nothing has ever tasted so good. I gulp it until I'm light-headed again and have to stop to breathe. Wiping my mouth I hand the bottle back to him and watch as he takes it, sips, then puts the top back on and sets it to one side. He scoots closer and this time I don't exclaim out loud.

  "Who are you?" I ask.

  His head cocks to one side then he opens his mouth and makes a sound that contains a lot of S sounds and a bit of hissing. I shake my head not understanding but it's clear he's intelligent and has a language even if I don't understand it. He waits for me to respond then repeats the same sounds again. I shake my head frustrated.

  "I don't understand," I say motioning with my hands like that will help.

  On board the ship we all spoke Galactic Common. Everyone does, though some old holdouts keep their native language too. No one in the galaxy doesn't also speak Common. Where the hell have we crashed that he don't know it? Vulcan, right, well if only I'd been geek enough to learn to speak Vulcan. For all I know that really is what he's speaking. He doesn't look like Spock though and I sure as hell ain't Captain Kirk.

  He slides closer and as he does my stomach tightens and my pussy grows wet again. He'd been… examining me and he really is quite attractive. It's wrong though, what the hell am I thinking, getting off on an alien? He pauses as if waiting for me to stop him then he reaches out and touches my thigh. His hand is so cool, a thrill runs along my nerves at his touch. It's exciting and enticing and so damn wrong. I can't do this. I pull back but the delay in my action seems to encourage him. He touches both my legs with his hands and traces a path along my thighs down from my knees to the sides of my hips. Electric chills race along to my spine then up to my core as my heart rate increases as he moves closer to my erogenous zones and moisture begins to leak from my pussy.

  I shudder and he stops looking into my eyes. He says something but who the hell knows what. This is nuts, insane even, I can't let this man, this alien do this to me. I can't but I don't want him to stop. Desire is a pulsing need in the tight ball of my lower stomach and I want nothing more than to be pleasured. No matter how wrong it is. He runs his hands up and down my legs then up across my arms. I'm breathing in short gasps, my heart is racing, I shake my head side to side.

  "No," I whisper. "No."

  He doesn't stop. His strong hands grip my knees and push down. I want to resist, I try, but I can't. My legs straighten out leaving me exposed. I cross my arms over my breasts holding on to some level of modesty. His intense eyes bore into mine then he shifts his attention to between my legs as his fingers trail along my skin. He speaks again and it ends with a soft hiss. Strong fingers knead the muscles of my calves then up past my knees onto my thighs. My legs part as he moves almost as if they have a will of their own. He's in control and I can't stop him. I should, I should want to, but it feels so good as he works up closer and closer to my sex.

  "I can't," I protest. "This is wrong."

  He looks up, pausing and cocking his head to the side. It's a moment, I can stop this. We may not be able to communicate with words but he seems to get that I'm protesting and he waits for me. I shake my head side to side but my clit is pulsing with a desperate need I can't ignore. I don't say anything else and he moves again. His hands reach my pussy. With one hand he uses thumb and forefinger to form an upside down V that pulls my silky folds apart. Slowly, so slowly it drives me mad I watch the index finger of his other massive hand approach me. When it reaches my wet silk a shudder rips through me as he drags that finger up through the layers of my sex and then lightly grazes across my clitoris.

  My mind explodes into stars. I hear myself moaning and my hips buck forward wanting, needing more. I need to be penetrated. He presses against my clitoris and rubs in a circular motion that is perfect, like an expert playing my body to a symphony of his own creation. It responds and I'm carried away by the beauty and joy of it.

  His hands stop and pull back then he's stroking my hair, my face, my arms. His touch sends thrills through me as he continues exploring my body. I drop all my defenses giving myself over to his gentle ministrations. I reach out and touch his face which makes him smile. His eyes light up as he runs his hands down my sides to my ass. He grips my waist and lifts me up easily as if I weigh nothing. He moves me to rest on his lap. One of his large hands cups the back of my head while the other roams down across my breasts. He touches my nipples and they both stand erect like small diamonds ready to cut glass. Across my stomach and down between my legs. I'm wet and ready as he plows through my folds. When he slides across my clitoris I cry out in surprise and joy unable to contain the thrill that pushes me over the edge then he buries the tip of his finger inside me while keeping pressure on my clit.

  He moves his finger back and forth creating a rubbing pressure on my sensitive nub while giving me the full sensation inside. It's amazing and I move my hips in time letting him have his way with me. I need this, I need to get off, clear my head and then I'll be able to think.

  "Yes!" I cry out rocking.

  He says something back. I bury my face into the glorious coolness of his neck and only then do I see the backside of him. The first thing I notice is he has wings. They're folded against his back and don't look like they're big enough to let him fly but probably would allow him to glide. The second thing I see is his tail. It's standing stiffly out from his back shifting side to side almost like a rattlesnake. It vibrates in time with the motion of his hand inside me and for some reason seeing that drives me right over the edge. My body stiffens, stars explode in my vision, and I buck up against him hard my hands gripping his shoulders tight.

  "AH!" I cry out as the orgasm rips through me.

  He holds me tight against him as it passes over me until I'm left panting and sweating in his arms. I hold him until my breathe and heartbeat slow to something resembling normal then I sit up feeling awkward that I just got off with an alien that I can't even speak to. He lifts me up and sits me back down on the ground then rises on to his knees. He's wearing something that mostly resembles a kilt which makes me giggle.

  "You're like an alien dragon Highlander," I say in my best Sean Connery accent. Not that he's going to appreciate the humor or reference.

  He cocks his head to the side then shakes it clearly indicating he doesn't get it. I smile and shrug then he pulls the kilt aside and from between his legs protrudes the biggest, oddest cock I've ever seen. My eyes go wide as I look at it and then I scoot back as I realize he wants to put that thing inside of me. I shake my head side to side.

  "Oh no," I say. "No, not yet, I'm not ready for that."

  I point at his cock as I talk and shake my head. It's not only enormous but there's a bony ridge along the top of it like it's a weird condom ribbed for her pleasure and a knobby spike at the base. I totally don't even think that I can accommodate such a thing inside of myself without severe damage. I'm certainly not ready to find out! He looks from his cock to my pussy and back again clearly disappointed but he doesn't move closer or make any kind of a threatening move.

  We stare at each other until at last he replaces the kilt and sits down. He offers me more water that I take
graciously then he moves closer. I flinch just a little but he moves to one side of the shelter and lies down on his side. He watches me before patting the ground beside him indicating that I should rest as well. I'm exhausted from the day and the orgasm so I lie down next to him. He lays an arm across me protectively and his body provides relief from the blazing heat of the planet. I fall asleep feeling safe for the moment at least.

  7 CALISTA

  I wake up slowly and stretch. It's cool and comfortable and I just want to pull the comforter up around my neck and sleep for another hour. I stretch my legs working blood back into circulation and then roll my neck. My back is cool but my front is warm. As the fog of sleep lifts it hits me where I am and what I've been through. I sit bolt upright looking around wildly, my heart pounding and breathing in short gasps.

  He's real. The alien-dragon man rises up onto an elbow supporting his head and looking at me with his odd amber eyes. He says something or I assume he does. It could be good morning or a yawn, what do I know about alien-dragon men and their language? He shakes his head in frustration or maybe he's considering eating me.

  "Yeah," I say. "I agree."

  What do I agree with? I don't know but I'm alone on an alien planet and just the sound of my own voice brings some kind of comfort. Have my friends missed me yet? Are they okay? How are they surviving the heat and what about food and water? Will they come looking for me? I need to get back to them.

  "Okay, look," I say.

  He stares at me with unblinking eyes, his wings rustle on his back and his tail shifts side to side. I lose my train of thought watching them and have to shake myself mentally. He says something. It's long and he hisses loudly at the end. I shrug and shake my head.

  "I don't understand," I say. "I have to get to my friends."

  I point at myself then stop and look around realizing I have no idea where I am in relationship to the crash site.

  "Shit!" I exclaim and he sits up so fast I barely see him move.

  He's in a crouch with his arms in front of him like he's ready for an attack. He looks all around for some threat.

  "No, no," I say motioning him down with my hands.

  He stares at me with his unblinking gaze then at my hands. He relaxes at last and I take a deep breath. Okay, now what? My belly grumbles and now that I'm not next to him I'm getting hot again.

  "Food?" I ask, using my hands to mime eating something.

  He watches me closely then slowly he mimics my motions.

  "Yes!" I nod, excited that maybe we're actually communicating if even at a fundamental baby-talk level.

  His mouth broadens and his eyes light up in what is unmistakably a smile. It reveals sharp pointed teeth. He eats meat, teeth like that aren't for plant eaters, so that's good. Unless he's a cannibal. Though I guess technically it wouldn't be cannibalism would it, we're not the same race? No, if he wanted to eat me he would have by now and I don't know of any creature in the galaxy that has sexual interactions with their prey before eating it. That's just too weird to even contemplate.

  Thinking of the sex brings the tight, pulsing need to the fore of my thoughts. No, push that aside. Food, water, then getting to my friends, that's what matters right now. I smile back and then mime eating again.

  "Food," I repeat slowly.

  He nods then crawls out of our rudimentary shelter. I follow him out gathering my clothes as I go and get dressed. He ducks back into the shelter and retrieves a satchel that looks like it's made of some kind of leather and slings it over his shoulder. He then digs into the bag and rummages through for a moment before bringing out two objects wrapped in what looks like oil cloth. He kneels down and carefully unwraps them to reveal succulent looking chunks of meat. He looks from it to me expectantly.

  I smile, my mouth already watering despite the fact that the meat is raw. He holds one of them out to me and I take it then look at it closer. It looks like some kind of beef, a red meat, and it smells delicious. I look around frowning. I need to figure out some way to cook it so I don't get sick. Spotting two sticks lying next to the shelter I grab them up and after laying the meat carefully to one side I gather a small bit of leaves and grass-like material into a pile. I put one stick point down in the pile then start rubbing the other stick across it hoping to create enough friction to spark a flame.

  He kneels down and leans in watching with great interest. He doesn't say anything but his eyes move from the sticks to me then back. I keep rubbing the sticks and the one in the pile is getting warm but I have no idea if it will ever start a fire or if I'm wasting my time. I'm a bio-engineer, not a Boy Scout! My arms are getting tired and the hot sun is already beating on my back. Sweat is dripping off my forehead and falling into my tinder.

  "Damn it!" I yell and throw the sticks in frustration.

  My belly grumbles loudly and all I've succeeded in doing is making myself hotter, thirstier, and even hungrier than when I started. Frustration overwhelms me and tears fall unbidden. I fall back on my ass and slap my hands against the ground shaking my head. He moves closer speaking softly. Tentatively he reaches towards me and when I don't move back he wipes a tear from my cheek. He holds the tear up on his finger examining it then says something.

  "I don't know!" I yell at him. "I'm hungry and thirsty and I can't eat that raw!"

  I point at the raw piece of meat. He looks at the meat, at me, then at my pile of tinder. I swear that understanding dawns in his eyes. They widen and light up then he says something again and points at the meat then at my pile of tinder. He repeats the same words and motions twice more until I shake my head and shrug tears still falling down my face. Tenderly he wipes the tears from my cheeks again and makes a sound that is so similar to a soothing shushing sound like a child to her mother that it gives me pause.

  He then turns back to my pile of tinder and leans over, breathing out in a hiss and it catches fire! He's actually a for real, fire breathing dragon!

  Ladon takes up some of the twigs I'd gathered and feeds them to the flames until a nice small fire is burning. He smiles and looks back at me over his shoulder then he grabs the raw meat, spears it on a stick and holds it over the flames. He drives the stick into the ground so it holds the food on its own. In moments the soft sizzle and aroma of cooking meat fills the air and my stomach growls even more loudly.

  "Thank you," I say wiping the last of my tears from my eyes. "Thank you. God if only we could actually talk."

  He speaks and then goes into the shelter. When he comes out he hands me my water bottle. I take it and drink gratefully. He points at his eyes then at mine then at the water bottle. The inflection of his words makes me believe it's a question even if I can't understand him. There's a rhythm to his speech that is not dissimilar to Galactic Common.

  "I'm sorry," I say apologizing for I don't know what.

  Crying I guess. Frustration, being a baby, whatever. He's been so kind to me. He's actually been the nicest, kindest man I've ever interacted with. Who knew I would say that of a massive alien-dragon? Home, on the ship, men are so different. There's always a careful ratio and an expectation that everyone will pair up and breed so that the next generation will be strong. The attitudes are so much more, cavalier I guess? Men expect you to just do what they want, that you'll give them what they want and that's just the way it is. Like Gershom, he's been hitting on me since I was old enough to have sex, but not once has he ever actually be kind to me. Just simple, basic kindness. Like getting me food, offering me water, or wiping away my tears with a surprising amount of gentleness.

  He turns the stick so that the flames are on the opposite side of the meat then spears the second piece. He's so different. Huge, much bigger than any man I've ever seen in my life. He's probably bigger than Dwayne the Rock Johnson at the height of his career. If the Rock was a foot taller and grew everywhere else proportionately he'd probably be about this size. Of course the rock doesn't have scales, or a tail, or wings that flutter every so often on his back.

 
His wings are fascinating. They look leather almost but they have a beautiful shine to them that draws the eye. They can't be big enough for him to actually fly though. In comparison to his size they're much too small for that just on the basic laws of physics. I study them and think about what I've seen of this planet then it hits me. They're not for flying, their purpose is to make him lighter. The planet is mostly sand, well all sand from what I've seen, and crossing sand is a bitch. During the small trek I made I was sinking in the entire way and having to fight my way forward with each step. If those wings just give him some lift they'd make him lighter enabling him to move his large bulk across the sand much easier. That means the tail is designed to help guide!

  I chuckle as my thoughts turn to the scientific. Discoveries have always brought me the most joy in my life and figuring out the nature of his evolution is fascinating. He looks over his shoulder and smiles hearing my laugh. I return his smile.

  "Thank you," I say.

  He nods. We just communicated! Elation fills me. I can do this. I can talk to an alien. Okay, that's a start. Good, hmm, how about some names?

  "I'm Calista," I say pointing to myself. "You?" I ask pointing to him.

  He frowns or at least the ridges along his brow drop down and his mouth becomes a sharp line.

  "Calista," I point to myself saying my name very slowly. "Ca-lis-ta."

  I sound it out and keep pointing at myself. He stares intently watching my mouth move like he's memorizing the motions as well as the sounds. I repeat myself dozens of times hoping to get through to him. This is the most rudimentary form of communication but any language can be learned if you can find a starting point. I repeat again and point then he nods and points to himself.

  "La-don," he says slowly.

  My eyes widen as I jump to my feet and yelp with joy pumping my fist in the air. "Yes!"

  He jumps up as well looking around with his hands up and his wings spreading. His tail shifts side to side just avoiding the fire. I shake my head.