“You are so beautiful,” he said.
She laughed and blew him a kiss. “You’re just saying that so you can get me into your sleeping bag.”
“Would you come if I didn’t tell you that I find you beautiful?”
“Probably not. A woman wants to hear flattering things.” She gave him a thoughtful look. “You never answered my question.”
“You mean Melina?” He waved it off. “Nothing important. She was just venting.”
“I see. Well, I’m going to wash up.” She touched his nose and walked away. He watched her plump buttocks, the way they moved gently and suggestively under smooth white skin.
She never told me that she loved me, he thought. Do I love her or is this just a sexual attraction? What is the difference between love and lust? He shrugged and turned to find Ewor Gregorchuck standing beside him. The big man grinned and tugged on his beard. “She’s a woman of fire, Striker. Hang on to her. I’ve seen others leering at her.”
“You?”
“Perhaps.” Gregorchuck laughed, then dropped his voice to a whisper. “Actually, I have my eyes on Tamara Mogates, but that woman is too damn busy with her bugs. Maybe I should look for someone else. By the way, I’ve had a conversation with Sirski, and he has a good point. I agree with him, we should try to move into the ancient site.”
“We’ll discuss it tonight,” Striker said. “How about you and I taking a stroll through those ruins. I’d like to have some facts backing me when I bring it up tonight.”
Sirski had been right; they could transform a few buildings into livable quarters. They found Professor Findlay digging inside a deep pit. He looked up from his work, waved a hand. “I think this used to be either a bathing pool or a pond where they kept fish,” he called out of the pit. “Come on down and check this out.”
Striker and Gregorchuck climbed down a makeshift ladder. “Are you sure this thing is safe?” Gregorchuck bellowed.
Findlay laughed. “It wasn’t built for overweight people like you, but I believe it should support your weight. It’s not that far down, should you fall.”
Rocks and dead leaves littered the bottom of the pit. Deep crevices held water from the last rain.
“They were sophisticated people,” Findlay said. “Look at this.” He pointed at a deep crack that formed around a large, round hole. “It looks like a drain, at one time a removable lid probably covered it.”
“I hope you keep records of all your findings,” Striker said. “Maybe some day somebody will read them.”
“I certainly hope so.” Findlay wiped the perspiration from his forehead. “What brings you here?”
“There is a meeting tonight. We’ll need your input, Professor. We’re thinking of moving up here for the winter.”
“I think it’s an excellent idea.” Findlay nodded his approval. “Even though they are old, some of these buildings are still very solid.”
Deciding to take that swim in the lake, Striker went back to the camp. He found Sara and Adam sitting on the beach. The alien boy was drawing something in the sand.
“I think he is trying to show me where his people live,” Sara said. “I have a feeling he is homesick.”
“Aren’t we all?” Striker smiled at Adam who pointed at himself and then at the far mountains to the south. “A long way from home. Just like us. You have no idea.”
He stripped and walked into the water. The lake was calmer than usual. Lying on his back, he let the gentle waves lap over his body. There were only a few clouds above. He remembered growing up at his parent’s farm on Earth, remembered a day like this when he looked into the blue, cloudless sky and dreamed about going into space. In his imagination, he visited alien planets and met their exiting inhabitants.
This, he thought, has not been in my dream.
The touch of a hand ripped him from his daydream. Sitting up, he saw Sara kneeling in the water beside him, her naked breasts like two pendulums swinging in front of his eyes.
“Did I startle you?” she asked.
“A little. I was just thinking of home.”
“Will we ever get back?” Her dark eyes seemed to study him, her gaze traveled down to his exposed penis. She smiled, rose out of the water. He stared at the small triangle of hair that covered her thick vulva. “I get very lonely sometimes,” she said with a low and husky voice. “Breanna is a lucky woman.” She dove into the water and swam away from him.
Later, when everybody was sitting around the campfire, Striker brought up the issue of food first. All agreed to start living off what this planet might have to offer. The suggestion to move the shelter into the ancient city was, at first, welcomed with protests. “You mean, after working so hard you want us to tear down our new building?” Rhea asked.
“It’s either that or having it collapse on top of us later,” Ashim Sirski said. “And besides, I wouldn’t call it a building, yet.”
Oddly enough, Breanna was the one who argued more than anyone else did. She seemed to blame Striker for choosing this site in the first place. “What about all these trees we cut down?”
“I wouldn’t worry about that.” Sirski defended Striker. “We will need a lot of firewood. It is going to be cold.”
At the end of the meeting everyone agreed. Work on the new site would begin the next day.
Breanna didn’t join Striker in his tent that night. Mian, who sometimes shared the tent with him, decided to sleep under the stars, as he did most of the time. It seemed to Striker that he hardly slept when someone unzipping his sleeping bag awakened him. Sleepily, without opening his eyes, he murmured, “So you decided to come, after all.”
A warm naked body slid on top of him, soft breasts pressed against his chest.
“Did you expect me?” a female voice whispered.
“I was hoping,” he said, took her into his arms. Hot lips touched his, a tongue snaked into his mouth. It didn’t take long for him to become aroused.
She grabbed his penis and with a deep sigh impaled herself, sliding her moist sheath easily over his engorged member. Moving feverishly above him, she cried out softly when she experienced her first orgasm.
He turned her onto her back, slid his hard rod into her soft flesh. Lying between her cradling thighs, he rocked on top of her writhing body for a long time, making her climax several times. Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Suppressing a triumphant shout, he pushed deep and exploded inside her pulsing vagina, digging his fingers into her fleshy, clenching buttocks.
When it was over, she lay in his arms. She stroked his chest with gentle fingers. He held her tight, didn’t know if he should be angry with her or with himself.
She laughed suddenly and sat up. “I better go. I wouldn’t want to fall asleep in here.”
“You’re right,” he said and kissed her gently. After her first climax, he had known.
“Thank you, Poul,” she said, softly. “I enjoyed it very much.”
He watched her shadowy figure leave the tent.
“So did I, Sara,” he whispered.
Chapter Twenty-six
Alpha Colony
The tender touch of a pair of soft lips on his eyelids brought him back to consciousness. Opening his eyes, he felt disoriented for a moment. His perception of his surroundings seemed different. It was bright, and yet, the two moons were just beginning their journey. The air seemed different, too. He could distinguish a multitude of fragrances.
“Did you sleep well, my darling?” asked a soft voice beside his ear.
He looked into her luminous green eyes and smiled. “Thank you, I did. As a matter fact, I feel fabulous.”
She was so beautiful. He admired her beauty, inhaled her fragrance. Her flaming hair cascaded in loose curls over her smooth shoulders; her lips were full and red, with a tinge of purple, and her breasts round and shapely. When he sucked on them, he drank from the sweet nectar they offered.
Soon he was locked in her embrace. She took him into her, brought him to a shattering clima
x. He shouted his joy with primeval savageness, filled her vessel with his seed. They would create a new race of beings, superior to anything on this planet. The first of the pods would soon split open. He lay in her cradling arms, content and happy.
“Close your eyes,” she said. “I will take you on a journey through our kingdom.”
He closed his eyes, the momentary darkness was replaced by bright images. Looking through her eyes, he saw a different place. Another pond, he recognized it as the women’s bathing place.
He saw Sister Angela and her flock. Sister Angela stood with her arms reaching into the sky. Forming a circle around her, the girls stood watching two people on the ground. One of the girls was on her knees, behind her a young man. His naked buttocks snapped back and forth, clenching every time he lunged forward. Sounds of soft chanting filled the air.
Then the scene changed. There was a small group of people not far from Sister Angela, men and women locked together in various positions.
He saw Anina, his wife. She was straddling a man. Tom couldn’t see his face, but he had a good view of the spot that joined him to Anina. She kept her face upturned, toward the rising moon. Her buttocks moved furiously in the man’s lap.
The images were sharp and clear. Every time the man lifted up Tom could see his penis for a quick moment, then Anina’s descending sex-organ swallowed it up again. As if looking through a telescope, Tom could almost see the puffy lips behind Anina’s auburn pubic hair, saw them mold themselves around the man’s thick penis, saw the rippling of her flat stomach.
One part of him felt outraged, the other indifferent. He recognized the thin film of transparent matter covering Anina’s belly and pubic area. Tom felt strangely elated when Anina cried out and quivered in the man’s lap, as she accepted his seeds into her.
Anina lifted off the man, ran to the pond and entered the water. Then she peeled off the jelly-like film, held it in her hands as it changed shape, let the oval ball with its precious seeds slide into the water. Soon a pod would form; life would grow inside it.
Tom watched her swoop out another seed pouch, saw her put it over her pubis. She went back to the man she coupled with. This time she dropped to her knees; her pale round buttocks were up, her back arched. The man moved behind her, guided his erect penis between her slightly spread thighs, his hips snapped forward and Tom could see the thick pole slide into Anina’s sex-canal.
Tom had seen the man before, but he didn’t really know him. He was one of the agricultural specialists, young and handsome. No wonder Anina picked him. And there was no doubting his sexual prowess. His lean buttocks moved with great vigor, his muscular belly slapped into Anina’s soft buttocks with every forward thrust. Strong hands held her hips to keep her steady. Her belly rippled and her breasts shook as she pushed backward to meet the young man’s thrusts, and her cries of pleasure blended with the man’s loud satisfied grunts.
There were loud cries and moans echoing through the whole clearing.
Tom’s view changed again. He saw a small, shapely young woman, her almond eyes small slits and her full lips open, as she was bouncing on top of an older man, heard her cry out when the man spilled his seeds into her.
Orona! Tom watched her plunge into the water of the pond to replace the filled seed pouch. Then she went back to straddle another man.
It was good to see the human colony create new life. Humans were vigorous. Their sexual activities were not influenced by seasonal cycles. The two genders, male and female, copulated not only for the species’ propagation, but also for pleasure. Some members were governed by restrictive morals, but that could be overcome. They were basically animals with a certain degree of intelligence. Their sex-drive was strong, which made them relatively easy to control. The most important key was the pleasure factor. Humans would do anything for pleasure.
Tom experienced a momentary darkness, and then he was looking at a different scene.
He seemed to be floating in the water at the edge of a small lake. To his right loomed high mountains, in front of him were rolling hills, covered with short grass. There were trees on the land, but they were not as tall as the ones he was used to.
On the shore, underneath the trees, a large group of people was engaged in sexual activities. They were humans, but strangers to Tom. He guessed that these must be the settlers from Beta-Colony.
All were naked, except one. A man, wearing a long black cape and a black hat, stood watching the copulating men and women. His voice rang out suddenly, “This is wrong! You will all be punished, you sinners! The wrath of God is terrible!”
Nobody paid attention to him.
Why was this man not affected by the pheromones in the spores? Why did he not respond to the mental broadcast? This needed to be studied more closely.
A simulacrum grew out of a sister plant floating nearby. A woman. Her coal-black hair long and flowing, her skin as white as pure ivory. Climbing out of the water, she walked slowly toward the man in the black cloak.
The man held his hands in front of him, his fingers formed a cross. “Go back to the hell that has spawned you, Demon-woman!” he shouted. “I will not succumb to your temptation!”
“I am not a demon,” the woman said softly. “Look, I am an angel.” From her shoulders sprouted suddenly a pair of wings. She spread them and opened her arms. “I have come to give you a taste of heaven, Preacher. Come!” She stood in front of him, looked into his eyes. The thick mat of black curly hair that covered her genitals beckoned.
He stared at her, the epitome of all women. Perfect, tall and beautiful, with large round breasts, a smooth flat belly, and long slim legs.
Tom saw the fine strands of fibers that came out of the small of her back, the strands that connected her to the mother-plant.
The man in black groaned, lifted his arms high. “Forgive me for what I am about to do, but I cannot fight this battle any longer.” With that he threw open his cape to display a huge erection. He fairly threw himself at the winged woman in front of him. She received him in her arms, slid to ground and spread her legs wide. With a shout the man entered her, moved like a berserker between her clutching thighs.
So much for religion and morality. These humans possessed weak minds.
Tom heard the silent laughter of the Xandra, then the scene went blank and he found himself looking at Sister Angela. She was standing in the water in front of the great plant. Beside him stood Anina.
“Great Mother,” Sister Angela said. “I have done as you requested. My Angels have coupled with many men; they have filled a great number of seed pouches. You said that none of the girls would get pregnant, yet I find myself with child.”
“Was it not your wish to have a child of your own?” The Xandra spoke softly.
“Yes, it was.” Sister Angela hesitated, “but I don’t know if it is appropriate. You see, I am single and the leader of a convent. I am supposed to be chaste. Sometimes, during the day, I feel great guilt for the things we have done, my Angels and I. I thought we left all this behind us. This new place, here, was supposed to be a new way of life for us.”
“My child,” the Xandra said, “you have done nothing wrong. This is all part of The Great Plan in which you and your Angels play an important part. You are living a new life. This has all been ordained, you will be the mothers of a new race of men. You have my blessing.”
“Thank you, Great Mother.” Sister Angela smiled happily.
“I have a problem also.” It was Anina who spoke.
The Xandra’s attention shifted to Anina. “Yes, my daughter?”
“I also have had sex with many men. I let them climax inside me so your seed pouches could be filled. It is not that I didn’t enjoy it. I never knew sex could be so pleasurable. I am not a nun, I never promised not to have sex, but I consider myself a religious person. Besides, I am married. You said you would find my husband for me.”
“That is what I told you, and it will be so.”
Tom felt elated when he h
eard the Xandra speak, but his hopes were dashed when he heard the next words.
“Look to your right.”
Through the plant’s eyes Tom saw. On one of the smaller floating plants crouched a naked figure, a man. He stood up, smiled. He was tall, not young, maybe in his forties, but well built, with handsome features. The top of his head was covered with thick carrot-red hair. Tom had never seen him before, yet, he looked strangely familiar.
Anina let out a loud sob. “Thomas!” she cried, “where are you coming from?”
The man jumped into the water, waded toward her. “I was lost, but I found my way home again.” He took Anina into his arms, hugged and kissed her.
“Oh, Thomas, Thomas, I’ve missed you so much.”
“That is not me!” Tom shouted, but realized that he was not physically there, just his mind. “What are you doing?” he cursed. “Why are you doing this? She’ll know it’s not me.”
The Xandra laughed silently in his head. “She’ll never know, just watch.”
“You watch! As soon as that thing reaches the end of the rope…”
Tom found his consciousness suddenly back in his own body. He stared at the alien woman with the flaming hair. She changed the form of her eyes, they were human looking, slightly slanted, but still green.
She knew him so well.
“How can that… that thing that looks like me fool my wife?” he asked.
“Thomas, my dear Thomas, you don’t know the extent of my intellect. I am continuously evolving, changing. I have learned a lot from you.” The woman smiled, touched his cheek. “Your wife will never be able to tell the difference between the real you and my creation. I have grown an exact double of you. That double has your memories, your knowledge, your likes and dislikes. He behaves just like you, because he is you.”
“I don’t believe you. You don’t know everything about me.”
She kissed him on the lips, gently. “I know you better than you know yourself, dear. Come, make love to me, it’s almost dawn and I want to show you something else.”
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