by Sahara Kelly
As was he. Unable to resist the urge to taste her flavor, he moved down, sampling the hardened peak of one breast. Her breasts rose and fell with her labored breaths and he suckled one nipple into his liquid mouth, savoring her earthy cries.
This woman had a powerful sexuality unknown to him in Earth women. She excited him, hardened him, made him feel a great need to sink deeply into her, until he spilled his seed with great force. But he would not take her—not like this, and not without her consent.
He could release some of her tension, though. Might rid her of some of that bitchiness she carried around so proudly. Maneuvering lower, he nestled between her legs, marveling at her beautiful pussy, damp with desire. He shifted his body so that his tongue elongated, knowing the warm wetness would give her pleasure. He licked the inside of her thighs and she moaned, shifting her hips upward. When he swept his tongue over the outer folds of her pussy, she cried out and arched her back.
She tasted like sugary M’Loran fruit, her juices seeping from her at the lightest touch of his tongue against her bud. He surrounded the hardened nub with his lips, sucking it lightly until she cried out and burst, her orgasm flooding his mouth with her sweet nectar.
Mia had needed more than just a little relief. It took a few minutes for her breathing to return to normal. Finally, she relaxed and her body sank deep into slumber.
Perhaps what he’d told her before wasn’t entirely true. Although she wasn’t the typical type of woman he desired, there was something different about her. She intrigued him, and he‘d never been intrigued by an Earth female before.
She’d come so quickly it surprised him. Her passionate sexuality wasn’t something he was familiar with. Oh, he pleasured the M’Loran women, and yet they didn’t possess the inherent warmth and easily aroused nature as this Earth woman did.
His cock thrummed achingly against her wet pussy. How easy it would be to slide inside her and release his own tension. And yet, he wouldn’t invade her without her permission. Bad enough he’d brought her to orgasm without her being fully awake. Although she’d certainly responded easily.
Resigned to a hard-on for the entire trip to M’Lora, Ric settled against her, enveloping her in the safety of his body for the duration of the trip.
* * * * *
Mia woke slowly, the delicious sleep making it difficult to open her eyes. She stretched within the confines of the chamber. When was the last time she had slept that well? She didn’t remember.
A warm weight rested on top of her, not unpleasant at all but enough to know something enveloped her. She reached out to touch it, pulling back sharply when she realized it was some sort of body, although how she knew that she wasn’t certain. It didn’t feel like a normal human body, more like jelly. But it was still a body. A person. Judging from the size and muscles, a man. A very large man.
Ric.
Within seconds the form shifted and rose above her like a vapor, sailing out of the now open tube at the top of the chamber. Instantly he materialized in human form and turned the controls to open the chamber door.
He’d been inside here with her. Had he shared the chamber the entire trip? And what else had happened?
They’d both slept, that was all. Yet remnants of a very pleasant dream came to her, a dream where a nearly formless body, warm and liquid, had poured over her, touching her, licking her, giving her one amazing orgasm.
Had that been a dream, or real? It had to be a dream—she was repulsive to him, after all. Surely he wouldn’t touch her if the mere sight of her revolted him.
The chamber door swung open and Ric tossed her something that she assumed was clothing.
“Put these on and be quick about it,” he said sharply. “We’re approaching M’Loran atmosphere.”
Boy, did he wake up on the wrong side of the space bed today. She hustled into a thick leather-like outfit, with some kind of fleece interior. It had pants that seemed to be exactly her size, a full-length sweater and a matching leather jacket long enough to cover her rear. Buttery soft, it clung to her body like well-worn cotton. She slipped on the gloves and watched their descent into M’Lora.
The planet was the darkest blue she’d ever seen, with lighter pools she assumed to be water interspersed throughout. In many ways it looked similar to Earth.
She had no sooner grabbed onto a bar at his instruction when the craft lurched to the side, then did a quick dive before it stopped.
Interestingly enough, she felt no nausea from the trip. Maybe Ric was a better pilot than the last one she’d flown with.
“Let’s go.” The door slid open and Ric stepped out, then offered his hand to help her down the ramp.
A cold blast of air had her shivering on the platform and she lifted the hood of the jacket to cover her head. Then just as quickly as she had chilled, her body warmed. Whatever the clothing was that he’d given her offered some kind of internal heat allowing her to acclimate to their frigid temperatures immediately.
The landing platform sat inside some kind of hangar. When she turned, a wide tunnel of nothing but space greeted her. Noise from craft take-offs and landings drowned out any attempt to hear what Ric was mouthing as he kept hold of her hand and dragged her through an open doorway.
With a quick whoosh, the doors shut behind them. He dropped her hand immediately and pulled off his gloves. “Follow me,” he commanded, his voice curt.
Like she had any other options? She strolled behind him, gaping at the gigantic blue people passing them by in the wide hallway. They towered over her—nearly seven feet tall. Although they had human characteristics and were dressed similarly to her and Ric, they were entirely blue, including their eye color, a pale cerulean like nothing she’d seen before.
At her pause Ric stopped and turned to her. “That’s the M’Loran natural form.”
She gawked at the blue man walking by. “You look like that?”
Ric nodded at the M’Loran, then shook his head and motioned her down the hall. “Of course not. Slu is shorter than me.”
Even the women were blue, and nearly as tall as the men. No wonder he thought her skinny. Their females were massive in size, everywhere. Wide shoulders, ample hips and huge breasts. She looked down and clutched her meager chest, feeling flatter than normal and wishing she’d thought to eat lunch today.
This place must be the M’Loran spaceport. Signs in M’Loran had multiple translations, indicating arrival and departure times for craft to and from surrounding planets and galaxies. In many ways their airport resembled New California Inter-Galactic with the mix of cultures and species.
But she’d never seen a M’Loran in their natural state. They typically didn’t shift into their natural state while on Earth, their height making it awkward to maneuver around the planet’s architecture. She’d been told they preferred to assume the shape of whatever natural species inhabited the planet they visited. Now she wondered what Ric would look like, all tall and blue like that. And damn if the thought wasn’t enticing. She wondered if everything about M’Loran males was big, including their cocks.
She’d never had sex with an alien before. Hell, she’d rarely had sex with human males. And why was she thinking about sex, anyway? Ric had already made it quite clear he wasn’t interested in her. Maybe if she hypnotized him she could change his mind.
No. No way. No fucking way. She didn’t want that any more than he did. He was a rude, thoroughly unpleasant pain in the ass and she’d just as soon screw herself than let him fuck her.
Although she’d done it herself for too long as it was. She simply needed to get laid. Her body must think it was on vacation the way her libido had suddenly fired to life.
And she was suddenly ravenously hungry.
A M’Loran male stopped Ric along the way, speaking to him in what had to be their native language. Mia stood by silently, not really knowing what else to do. The man nodded in her direction. Ric said something in response and both men laughed.
She steamed, imagining wh
at Ric must have said about her. Probably something about skinny, flat-chested, idiotic Earth women. She crossed her arms and waited for their laughs to subside. When Ric walked on she followed, throwing mental daggers at his broad back.
“Put on your gloves,” he said, slipping his on when they approached the main doors.
The icy air stole her breath as they stepped outside. Like being up in the mountains, the air was thinner than what she was used to and she struggled to keep up with his long stride. He turned and frowned, then said, “After a few hours you will adjust to our differences in atmosphere. Until then, I’ll walk slower.”
He did as he promised and she found herself able to keep up. Excitement bubbled inside her at the prospect of getting away from the space station and into a M’Loran town.
“The city we’re in is called Jolsu,” Ric explained. “It is where I grew up.”
They entered another building, this one smaller than the main station. Ric selected a vehicle which looked like a hovercraft, only it had four sides and a top and looked much sturdier than something one would use to tool around on the water.
There were doors similar to one of Earth’s battery powered vehicles and they slid inside. Straps immediately descended from the roof and locked her into her seat. Ric waved his hand over a glass screen in the center console and the vehicle powered to life, sailing through the opening to the facility and out into the skies.
Ample window space afforded her an opportunity to see the city from above. There seemed to be no differentiation between business and residential areas. All the buildings looked the same, only some were larger than others and they were all different colors, lending the appearance of a ground rainbow.
Greenery and colorful foliage decorated every dwelling, which all seemed to be one-story stone buildings. Snow tipped mountains surrounded every side of the city, their peaks reaching up into the blue-clouded skies.
“It’s lovely,” she remarked to Ric as they soared in and out of the fluffy clouds, Ric effortlessly dodging other craft in their vicinity. “I’ve never seen actual blue clouds before.”
“There are many things about M’Lora that are different than Earth. And many things are the same. Your planet, now that you’ve overcome your pollution problem, is beautiful, too and very similar to M’Lora.”
He settled the craft in front of a pale stone dwelling. It looked to be one story but very tall. Given the size of M’Lorans, it was no wonder they needed high ceilings.
“This is my home,” he said as he walked through a doorway, which slid open as soon as he approached. “We’ll stop here, refresh and eat, then plan our hunt for Vad.”
He waved his hand over the monitor and lights came on, fire in the stone hearth flaming to life, instantly warming the massive living space. Everything inside was huge, obviously to accommodate M’Loran height and girth. Couches made of a down-like fabric in a rainbow of colors were much larger than what Mia was used to. Even the chairs in the steel and white kitchen were double normal size. Again Mia wondered what Ric would be like in his natural state.
“Why haven’t you changed into your M’Loran form?” she asked as he shrugged out of his leather duster, affording her the opportunity to view his body in more detail.
Wow. Broad shouldered was an understatement. His wide chest gave way to a narrow waist and long, muscular legs with bulging thighs. She resisted the urge to drool.
“Easier for you to recognize me this way in case we’re separated. Why? Am I repulsive to you in this form?” he teased.
Heat descended over her face. He’d caught her ogling. “You’re ugly as hell, but I can tolerate it.” She could more than tolerate it. If he didn’t have such a shitty attitude, she’d find him more than a little desirable. Okay, she already found him more than a little desirable, despite his attitude. Her curiosity about his sexuality became more prominent in her mind.
But he wasn’t interested in her. There’d be no way she could entice him into revealing what he hid under all that leather. Not unless she could hypnotize him.
Of course she could hypnotize him. There wasn’t a species alive that she couldn’t put under, she’d already demonstrated that time and time again.
Maybe she could give him a hypnotic suggestion of her desirability, and then he might want to partake in a little fuck the alien Earth woman nookie.
So, he didn’t like her. She didn’t care much for him, either. Which had nothing to do with finding him sexy as hell and eminently jumpable. And if she had to hypnotize him to get him interested, she might just have to break her cardinal rule about hypnosis for personal gain and go for it.
A romp with Ric might just be worth it.
Chapter Three
“I’m hungry,” Mia said, her stomach grumbling. “What do you have to eat around here?”
“Come with me and we’ll feed you.” He rose and she followed him into the kitchen, a marvel of gadgetry.
He reached into a large steel box and pulled out foods that looked like nothing she’d ever eaten before.
“What’s all that stuff?” she asked, eyeing a suspiciously slimy looking gray blob.
“It’s Orsk.”
“Sounds bad. What is it?”
“A prime animal protein.”
“It’s not like some kind of sea creature is it?”
“No. Very similar to your chicken.”
Relieved, she nodded. “Okay, chicken I can handle.” Once it was already dead, skinned and decapitated. Preferably already cooked, but she couldn’t have everything.
He pulled out some long green and orange items. At her questioning look, he pointed to the green scaly object and pronounced it a Slor, the orange food item a Klik. Then he explained they were vegetables.
So far, so good. Nothing that made her want to puke, anyway. He placed all the food into one container and slid the concoction into a steel drawer in the wall of the kitchen. Then, nothing.
“Don’t you have to turn it on or anything?”
He shook his head. “The device senses food objects and automatically cooks them to the desired level.”
Sounded like her kind of appliance.
Ric poured her a glass of a thick, red liquid that looked like blood. He handed her the frosted square glass. She sniffed the contents, surprised to find its scent sweet and inviting.
“That’s Rlok, an alcoholic beverage.”
She took a sip, delighted at the tangy sweet flavor.
“It’s also loaded with what you call calories.”
“Trying to enlarge my ass, are you?” she teased.
His gaze flitted to her behind. “If I were going to fuck you I’d like something to hold onto.”
She sipped her wine and smiled. “Is that a proposition?”
“No.” Ric watched the play of emotions cross Mia’s face, and knew that she wanted him.
The thought both pleased and annoyed him. What man didn’t wish to be desired? But by an Earth woman? He should find her appearance distasteful. He didn’t, and that’s what bothered him most of all.
This desire he felt for her was, no doubt, due to his inability to complete his scheduled sexual recreation. There was nothing worse than a M’Loran male with pent up sexual frustration. If he had time he might go to the Pleasure Center and at least partially relieve the hunger that burned inside him.
If he had time.
Or, he could persuade Mia to engage in some sexual relief. Already aware of her near-to-bursting libido, he might be able to convince her to satisfy his desires while he took care of hers. The thought of slipping inside her hardened him.
She noticed immediately, her gaze drawn between his legs, which only made his erection more prominent. When her eyes met his, she said, “I thought you found me repulsive.”
“I do,” he lied.
“You have a hard-on.”
“Obviously.”
She smirked. “Well?”
“It’s not because of you. I was due for my sexual recreation
when the call came for me to return to Earth.”
“I see. So you’re somehow going to try and blame me for the fact you’re horny and didn’t get any, right?”
“It’s logical, isn’t it? If I hadn’t had to return to hunt Vad, I could have spent a week in the arms of a lush M’Loran woman. Instead, I’m stuck here with you.”
She lifted her chin, clearly affronted. “Don’t let me stop you. Go get some.”
“It’s not that simple. These things are scheduled in advance, and I have now lost my appointed time.”
She frowned, her tiny nose upturning in a way that he refused to find attractive. “You have to schedule it?”
He nodded. “With registered Pleasure Aides.”
“You mean prostitutes?”
He laughed. “No. A Pleasure Aide’s job is to sexually release M’Loran males from their pent up desires. Single males, that is. Married males obtain their sexual release from their mates.”
“Sounds very clinical, if you ask me.”
“I didn’t ask you. It works well for both parties.”
“What’s the fun in that?”
“Oh, I have a very enjoyable time with Pleasure Aides. And they have a very good time with me.”
“Way more than I wanted to know.” Actually, she’d love to hear every juicy detail of his sexual escapades, but only if he were fucking her while he told her. And the only way that would happen would be to hypnotize him into doing it. With the raging hard-on he sprouted, if he’d wanted her he would have suggested it.
He hadn’t. Even though he was primed for sex, he didn’t want it with her.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, interrupting her thoughts.
“Nothing. Why?”
“You’re frowning.”
Of course she was frowning. She had a hot, horny man standing in front of her who didn’t want her. Men were clueless sometimes.
“I think I’m tired. And hungry.”
“I’ll prepare for the meal. Relax and drink.”
Ric heard her snort of laughter as he walked away. Damn Earth filon, anyway. She messed with his head, his desires, and if he’d had the good fucking he’d planned to have before he’d met her, she wouldn’t be having this kind of effect on him.