by M. Garnet
He laid his clothes across an open drawer. He kicked off his boots. Naked, he walked into the bathroom that had the door still open. She didn’t look at him but she heard him peeing. He came out, then, through the metal at her throat, she felt vibrations as he spoke.
“Lights, night.” The lights dimmed to a soft glow. She could barely see his outline as he approached the bunk. He pulled the blankets and surprised her by first picking her up, then dropping her down with his weight against her, holding her down under him full length on the mattress.
She kept her voice quiet. She did not want to beg, but she would plead. “Wait, please, you don’t really want to do this. Let me go back to my people in the other part of the ship. Just sell me when you get to wherever it is that you intend to get rid of all of us.”
* * * *
He rose up a bit to look at her. “Little one, I am going to fuck you. Fight if you want, yell, or scream, but we are going to do this, and I’m not sending you back to the others. Do you think you will do better with the others?”
He stared at her and something was happening, he felt his arms, holding his weight begin to shake. He felt a heat, not of sex but of a needing of something. He thought of his brother so far away across the dark star studded universe. He looked at the eyes of this small fighter and felt something stir within his Twin Dissnue that had never stirred before.
* * * *
For her, there was a long argument within her brain. She was laying on her back with what her neighbor’s kid who was into SciFi would happily tell her was a giant alien above her about to penetrate her. Except here was where the argument was taking place. She wasn’t worried about some little monster breaking through her chest when this was all done. She was aware of the fact that she was feeling a need, and the need frightened her.
He was waiting for something, holding himself above her, and she took that moment to slowly place a hand up on his chest. They both flinched at the contact. She felt his skin and it was soft over the hard muscles underneath. She felt the pulse of his big heart pushing vital blood through the heavy veins and she traced one. Strangely, she felt the blood flowing from her own heart, beating almost at the same throb.
There seemed to be a change in the small cabin. The air warmed and the dark color glowed in soft iridescence so that there was enough for her to see his face in detail. It was peculiar, as if there were two of him in the shadows above her. What was this curious development that actually pulled her to him, mind, heart and body?
* * * *
As her mind was in its complex clash, so was his. What he thought was just a female to vent his anger for the loss of some good men was a body calling to him and his twin—and this was not possible. There was something else, something deeper. He wanted this female, not just a short deep release of his male sex to ease his strain, but a long deep knowledge of her, inside and out.
With this confusion, he would have pulled away, until she touched him. Oh Gods, the feel of her fingers on his skin, his blood surfacing and following her trace. Each trace brought a need not to do damage to this female but to take her as his, to protect her and keep her from any others that might harm her. He would share her with no one except his twin. There would be a joining. Wait. What was he thinking?
Still, she moved and opened her legs to him, and he really did not want to think any more. He would work this out at another time when his mind was alone. Now it was filled with too many other distractions, like the need to be inside this female, deeply and with a contact that meant the whole body, not just a sexual convergence.
* * * *
She felt the top of his large cock against her. He was rolling it up and down between her hot wet cunt, bathing it in her body’s moisture. She raised up to spread her legs to open herself to him.
She was in a haze, only feeling the draw of pure want and sex. She had no more thought of what was really happening. She didn’t want to think. He slipped the full round top in first. She clinched against the large intrusion. She whimpered as her muscles objected first, but then began to open to accept the intrusion. He pushed slowly, but now she moaned, feeling herself being filled in a way she didn’t think possible. His fingers were again on that aching nub. Fire ran through her as her muscles clinched to pull him in. She heard him make a noise like a rattle deep in his chest. He pulled back a little, then pushed into her more. She didn’t think she could take it, but her body wanted it. She felt her inside muscles milking the long member, bathing it in moisture, welcoming it tightly. Again she heard that surprise noise from him, but she was lost in the rapture of what was happening.
He brought her with his fingers to a climax. She arched her back to cry out as all her muscles contacted around him. She shuddered through the orgasm as he pulled back. He pushed deeper into her. There he found a spot inside of her that built another reaction. She lifted off the bunk with only her heels and head on the mattress, her spine arching, offering him her breasts that he took, one in his mouth one in a hand as he pushed deeper into her.
* * * *
He was lost, lost in hot tight warmth like he had never felt before. He knew he was large for this small female, but what he hadn’t expected was the muscles pulling, the grasping as she came, the feeling that this was something he never wanted to leave. When she arched and offered her breasts, he was lost to her completely. He had no choice as he rammed home deeply into her. He felt the end of her opening. Her entire inside body held him in an embrace he had never experienced.
They both were lost in the moment of total sexual immersion. He felt her nearing her next peak. He knew he was also going to come at the same time. She hit her orgasm, muscles flexing around him, and that pulled him over. He shot seed deeply into her once, twice and then a final time as he fell, totally weak with sweat all over his body.
* * * *
She lay there panting, feeling him half on her as she slowly came back to life. What had happened? She had participated in a sexual experience with a monster, an alien. Or perhaps she was the alien. One thing was for certain— this was more than just a sex. As she looked at him as he lowered himself to the side, she knew it had been something different for him also.
Both of them had the same thought—they were not going to be the same after they got through all of this. There would be something here for both of them to remember and try to understand, perhaps something neither of them wanted, or maybe something that wanted them.
Chapter Four
She felt him curl around her spoon-fashion as he pulled her close. She cleared her throat and said barely above a whisper. “That is done, now take me to a cell. You can leave me alone.”
Suddenly, she was swung over. She was on her back again. He was leaning over her. She forgot his size or his strength. She refused to let him see her tears.
“After that experience, what makes you think I would let you away from my side? What is your name?” His question came with his deep voice.
She turned her head sideways so she didn’t have to look at him in the near dark room. “Lorelei. That is my first name my last…”
Now, he used his commander’s voice. “No, that is all I require. Lorelei, that is perfect. Lights up. Lorelei, open your eyes, look at me.”
The room got bright. She turned her head to look at his face. It was the first time she had really looked at him. He had strange green eyes, like green glass, surrounded by long lashes. He was clean-shaven, but she saw the dark color of a beard just starting to show on his lower face. She looked at his dark eyebrows. His hair was worn short in a military style, but was black.
“You aren’t going to a cell. You aren’t leaving my bunk. In fact, I am going to darken the lights and we are going through that experience again. I enjoyed it. So did you.” He took her chin as he had done before, so that she had to look at him.
She couldn’t move her head, but she could close her eyes. She felt a tear run down a temple as she spoke softly. “I hate you,
but I think I hate myself even more. Just let me go to a cell until we get to wherever you are going and I get sold to some slaver.”
She disliked the vibration at her throat, but the deep sound of his voice was different. “You aren’t going to a cell and I am going to fuck you again in just a few minutes. You are going to respond just as well as you did the last time. Now, what is your problem?”
This time she was able to talk louder. She spat the words out into his face. “I would rather be dead than have sex with you again.”
He looked down at her for a moment, then got up. He went to a drawer, magically opened it, then pulled out a large long knife. He came back to the bed, and pushed in beside her. She rolled back away from him, but he placed the knife in front of her face against the wall on the blankets. “There, take it. Cut your veins. I will let you bleed to death, but try to use it on me and I will hurt you. You have only a couple of minutes, then I darken the room and we fuck.”
She couldn’t believe what was happening. In the bright light, the knife lay like a beacon. She could tell it was extremely sharp. It was the type that was sharp on both sides. It had a handle wrapped in leather, or something like leather, with a very small guard between the handle and the blade. It was serious. It could be carried in the belt or even in a boot. It would slit a throat quickly as it cut deeply. She reached her hand out toward it only half way. Finally, she left it lying there, only looking at it. She knew it would cut her veins quickly. She would not feel the pain until after the deed was done. She would be out of this nightmare. Who knew where you went beyond this life.
But this monster had called her gamble, and she had lost. At the moment she’d said it, she thought she meant it. Now, she didn’t know what she meant. She did know one thing for sure. Of the two of them, she hated him more. He gave her a way out, but she couldn’t take it. Not only did her body betray her, but her own cowardice also betrayed her. She lay there looking at the knife until he told the light to darken. She tensed up, knowing he was going to use her body again. That didn’t bother her as much as the fact that her body was already responding—a tingle in her breasts, a warmth in her loins that made her grip her knees together. She took shallow breaths.
She felt his large erection against her back but in the narrow bunk, she couldn’t move away from it. She was determined to keep her body under control, but when he got on his knees to grab her hips, when he pulled her ass into the air, she let out a whimper. Then, she thought this would be all right. He would enter her, shoot his wad and it would be over. She wouldn’t get all carried away.
He pushed her legs apart to bring his rod to the entryway that was still hot, but then he reached down and spread the lips of her core. When he rubbed his cock up and down the slit, she gritted her teeth with her face in the mattress. He moved his fingers to search for the nub that was still sore. He found it. She jerked upward on her arms, but he put a heavy hand between her shoulders to force her head back down.
* * * *
He massaged her clit, hearing her moan as she tried to pull her legs together. She moved her hips as he slid a finger into her hole to immerse it into the liquid gushing from her body. Taking the wet finger, he drew circles around the nub until she clinched again and again. Finally, he brought up his erection and slowly pushed it into her tight warm body, not rushing, allowing himself the full pleasure of the tight embrace as he slowly went deeper to feel her body flex around him just as it had the first time. Suddenly, he had a thought of his brother. What the hell? Why now, when he had this female that brought such magic to him?
He had wondered if the first time was going to be a one-time event, but no, this little female had the most amazing muscles. They worked him as no one had ever done before and here they were, a different position, but unbelievably at work on his cock, taking him to paradise. He felt her body also moving in the right direction. He reached under to play with the female area that would send her to a place that would bring a need for release that was breathless.
* * * *
She felt the great length of him in her, rocking in and out. She was stretched more than she ever expected over his great girth. He had played with her until she was about to scream, but she knew he was close to his peak. She would also come with him. Just as they were about at that point she felt him leave go of her nub. He reached back to draw around her anus and then quickly he shoved his thick finger into that tight opening. The shock with the slight pain along with the erotic feeling threw her over the top. She knew she screamed. She felt him again release his seeds into her as her own orgasm milked him over and over.
They fell together as his legs gave way. He no longer held her up by her hips. They lay on the bunk, tangled together. They were quiet for a while until their breath slowed, then he got up, picked her up, and carried her into the small bathroom. He set her on her feet. He was lifting her under her arms as he took her into the small shower. Warm water flowed over both of them, water coming from all directions, washing the sex juices from both of them. He used his feet to spread her legs apart as he just held her standing while warm air moved around them.
He pulled her out, lifted her at her waist against him, then set her against the cold wall and with her feet on the cold floor. He stripped the bed, putting on clean bedding. He picked her up, put her in next to the wall on the clean bunk. All of this was done in the near darkness, but when she settled down, with her head on his arm with him against her back, she saw the low gleam of the knife still in the bed. He had left it there on purpose.
Through all the fast surprise of this last episode of sex, she had felt the same surprise of some type of acceptance, of need to be with him. No one fell in love with a man who came in a space ship and kidnapped you. This was so out of the Twilight Zone that she couldn’t keep her head upright.
She had no idea when she fell asleep, or how long she slept, but she came awake with a buzzing across the room. She found that some time during the night, she had turned to face him. Their legs were tangled, with one of his large ones wedged between hers, pushed up against her cunt with the warmth of his thigh nestled against her moist center. She opened her eyes to look up into his strange, green eyes.
“Come,” she heard him say.
She heard the door open as he rolled a half turn that put him on his back, still holding her. She saw across his large chest a man in uniform entering. She let out a small yelp and ducked down, trying to bury herself in blankets.
“Mornin,’ Boss. Got a reply from Com Cen.”
She felt him let go of her. He moved to sit up, his legs over the side of the bunk. “What’s the buzz?”
“Well, seems they are happy with us. Told us to go to the auction. The catch is they want one third of the sale. Actually, that isn’t too bad. I figure we can keep one-third for ship use. If you approve, we divvy up the other third among the crew to keep everyone happy. Only five that are high enough rank to keep slaves, but so far, no one has indicated any claims. My guess is they just all needed a good fuck and are now thinking of coin in their pockets.”
The officer was leaning back against the door as she peeked out from under the blanket around the bare backside of Bleak. He caught her staring at him and he gave her a wink. She quickly buried herself back under the blanket.
Bleak caught the action. He turned around and swatted her hip as he got up. “Well, maybe the third we send them will give us a break on our next assignment. We have been in the field too long, but with the politics back there, we keep pulling the long shit runs. It would be nice to get to some civilized home worlds for a change. Strange, I have even been thinking of home and my brother. I need to get a message off to him, I guess.”
She was embarrassed as she hid under the blanket. She finally sat up, keeping the blankets around her up to her shoulders. Bleak was getting dressed in a type of uniform that appeared to be casual, matching pants and shirt. The shirt seemed to be a knit or stretch material that had markings at the col
lar and at the right sleeve. It fit snug to his muscular chest. He then strapped on a belt low on his hips that had pockets attached from the same material with a holster that he fastened around his leg. He opened a drawer, pulled out a metal weapon of some type, and pushed it into the holster. He pushed a knife down into his boot in what was evidently a built-in pocket on the instep.
He nodded at the man at the door. When it opened, they started out.
“Hey,” she shouted and both men stopped. They looked over at her. She had slid off the bunk, fighting to keep the blanket wrapped around her as she tossed the knife at them. “Did you forget something?” She knew her voice sounded shrill as she threw her hair out of her eyes.
The officer, already in the hallway, moved just enough to let the knife fly by to hit the back wall. He looked at her, then at Bleak. “For a little thing, she sure has a temper.”
* * * *
Bleak looked at Baloko, wanting to assign a really nasty job to the smiling second-in-command.
“I need some clothes. It would also be nice to have some food and some, I don’t know, something to do. I’m not going to sit around here all day, naked as a jay bird, looking at these stupid, grey walls.” She actually stamped an unshod foot on the metal floor.
“What is a jay bird, boss?”
“Baloko, don’t push it. Get one of the third class rangers to go through storage. Have him bring her something to wear. Have him show her where the meal room is, also the observation deck. Tell anyone who messes with her that I have a load of dry rice that can be hand counted, and all the lower toilet depositories that can be cleaned out. Also, wipe that stupid grin off your face, because I can put you in a suit and send you out to check the retros.” He picked up the knife and tossed it back to the bed. He took off, stamping down the hall.