He tried to fight it, but it was useless. Between his legs, his penis became painfully stiff. She took over his mind and body. He entered her softness with a savage thrust, crying out as the pleasure overwhelmed him. Looking into her eyes, he moved above her. There was a sudden shift in his awareness, and then he cried out hoarsely.
The woman underneath him chuckled. “Easy, my husband, we have lots of time. These last few days away from me have done you good. You look younger, more muscular, and…” she giggled. “I think you’ve grown bigger and harder down there.”
“Anina, I…” he said, but the next words would not come. “This is not me!” his mind screamed. “This is an imposter!” Instead, he heard himself say, “I love you.”
“And I love you,” Anina said and gasped as she experienced her first orgasm. He felt her body spasm, felt his own climax approaching, came with a roar of triumph. Still hard, he kept moving between his wife’s spread thighs.
“Oh, Thomas,” she breathed, “you have changed.”
“This is not me!” he screamed again. “What is happening?”
He looked into the sky. Above the trees the red moon was rising.
A sudden wrenching and he looked around wildly. He was back in the alien woman’s embrace, his pelvis thrusting furiously.
“Stop it!” he shouted, but his body wouldn’t obey, he kept on thrusting into her clutching sex-organ.
“You see, you can be with your wife any time you wish, or at least when I let you. It will be just like being there yourself, you won’t know the difference.” She pulled his face down, kissed him, fed him her sweet nectar. He swallowed eagerly.
“I love you, Thomas,” she whispered into his ear and in his mind.
“I love you, too,” he said and cried as he spilled his seed into her.
Chapter Twenty-seven
Beta Colony
They were lying behind the concealment of some low shrubs, watching in fascination the couples on the shore.
“Isn’t that Mrs. Armesto over there?” Mandy whispered.
Rosanha looked to where Mandy was pointing. An older woman, her sagging breasts bouncing up and down, was straddling a man who was hidden by some clumps of high grass. But they could clearly see his stiff mast for a fleeting moment as the woman lifted up. Her hand reached down to guide it back into her thick dark triangle.
Rosanha giggled. “That’s our cook all right, churning up something.” Her own vagina itched. She touched herself. I can’t bear to watch this much longer, she thought. What happened to me? I never felt like this before. She looked up into the sky. The two satellites were bright in the clear night sky, moving toward each other.
“Look over there,” Lillith said beside her. “That is Larry Tyvek. He is not much older than we are. I never knew he had such a huge trunk.”
The girls watched the young man take position behind a kneeling woman. Her fleshy buttocks gleamed white in the moonlight. With deliberate slowness, the young man put his dark stiff penis between the woman’s buttocks. She arched her spine, pushed backward, and took the thick pole deep into her. His lean hips moved slowly back and forth, every time he pushed forward her fleshy white buttocks flattened against his dark belly.
Not far from them, another couple was locked in deep embrace. The woman had her back against a tree; her legs were wrapped tightly around the naked body of a slightly chubby man. She turned her head, her face suddenly became clearly visible.
Rosanha gasped, beside her Mandy let out her breath with an audible sound. “Don’t look, Rosanha,” she whispered fiercely. “Ignore it!”
Rosanha couldn’t take her eyes away and watched the man’s buttocks clench every time his pelvis snapped forward as he pushed his penis into her mother’s belly. His hands went under Theresa’s buttocks, then he stepped back, lowered her to the ground. She kept her legs wrapped around him, her arms still tight around his thick neck. Lying on her back now, she opened her legs wider to let her knees touch the ground. The man moved furiously on top of her.
The girls were close enough to hear his labored breathing and Theresa’s soft moans of pleasure.
“Look, look,” Mandy called out, “there is Father Champain.”
A tall, gaunt man with a long beard and dressed in a black cloak, strode among the copulating couples. “This is wrong. You will all be punished, you sinners!” he thundered.
As the girls watched, they saw a woman with long, flowing black hair rising out of the water. She walked toward the man in black. Father Champain made the sign of the cross with his fingers. “Go back to the hell that has spawned you, Demon-woman!” his voice rang out hoarsely.
“This is massive,” Lillith whispered, “I think I’m going Nova.”
The black-haired woman spread a pair of white wings, stood in front of the preacher. Father Champain flung open his black cloak, ripped it off his shoulders; he was a thin man, his body gaunt and lean, but his huge penis shocked the girls.
“This is absolutely Total,” Mandy whispered. They watched, almost in horror, as Father Champain threw himself into the arms of the strange winged woman, watched him drive his large, erect penis into her. She laughed as she received him; her long legs were wide open, and her fingers dug into his lean buttocks. His hoarse shouts rang through the moonlit night, echoed across the lake.
“I am going Nova,” Lillith whispered again. “Father Champain! Who would have thought!”
“Where is that friend of yours?” Mandy asked Rosanha, her face flushed. Her chest rose and fell as her breathing became faster.
“I met him at the south-shore,” Rosanha said, still watching Father Champain and the woman from the lake.
Who was that woman? What was she?
They changed positions. Father Champain turned onto his back, the woman moving on top of him. Her long black hair fluttered in the soft breeze that came from the lake. Her eyes glowed with a strange fire, but that could be the reflection of the moonlight.
Something didn’t seem right, there were no wings sprouting from her shoulders, but Rosanha remembered seeing them. Had she been hallucinating? She rose to her feet. “Come. Let’s go.”
The girls ran through the shrubbery, past the naked moaning couples under the trees. The south shore was not far. There was nobody there. Panting, the girls stood on the sandy beach and stared at the slightly rippling water.
“Where is he?” asked Lillith.
“I don’t know.” Rosanha turned away, disappointed, and almost bumped into someone standing behind her.
“You brought some friends,” said a familiar voice.
“It is you,” Rosanha stammered. “I was hoping I’d find you here.”
The young man laughed and pulled her close. “Are you ready to play?” he asked and kissed her on the mouth.
She kissed him back, hungrily as sweet honey trickled down her throat. Her mind began to spin, she forgot her friends. She let him put her onto the ground, let him push up her dress. She was naked underneath. Her legs opened to his touch, and then he pushed inside her. He felt hard and big, filling her completely. She cried out, the cause was not pain. His penis felt hot and wonderful inside her young vagina. He moved with steady, powerful strokes between her wide spread thighs. Waves of pleasure radiated from her groin area, spread throughout her body. It wasn’t long before she experienced her first orgasm. He waited until she peaked, the he climaxed inside her. His hot discharge filled her young vessel to the brim.
When he was done he pulled out of her, looked at Lillith and Mandy, who stood dumbfounded beside them. “Are your friends just watching or do they want to play, too?” he asked, grinning.
Mandy gulped, looked at the young man’s erection. “I’ll have some of that,” she breathed and pulled her dress over her head. Naked, she slid to the ground. On her knees, she whispered, “What do you want me to do?”
“Just lie back and pull up your knees,” he said, laughing. “Haven’t you done this before?”
Mandy did a
s he asked, watched as he moved on top of her. He put his hands on her breasts; they were firm and round, larger than what was normal for a girl her age. A gasp escaped her open lips. With large eyes she stared at his stiff pole. “You are big,” she whispered. “I hope you fit inside me. I’ve never done it with someone this big.”
He laughed again, guided his penis into her sparse golden fluff and rubbed the head gently between her thick labia. Mandy moaned, reached down to guide his organ. “Put it in already,” she gasped and cried out when he pushed down and entered her.
Rosanha watched the thick pole slide into Mandy’s vagina, listened to her friend’s ecstatic cries as the young man fogged her with long, deep strokes. Her own body was still tingling, her sex-organ burning with desire.
“This is massive, so massive,” said a breathless voice beside her ear.
Rosanha almost forgot about Lillith, now also completely naked.
“I need it now,” Lillith moaned. She lay down beside Mandy, with her legs wide open. The young man quivered in Mandy’s embrace, then he pulled out, still stiff, and moved over to Lillith. Without a word, he entered her, his hands on Lillith’s small breasts.
A soft mewling sound came from Lillith’s throat. Her breath became ragged as she moved her slim body with snake-like motions. “Fogg me hard!” she screamed and slammed her hips up against his. “Don’t hold back. I can take everything you’ve got.”
Rosanha and Mandy lay on their stomachs beside the pair and watched with breathless fascination as the young stranger from Alpha-Colony rammed his massive organ with untiring persistence into Lillith’s demanding sex-canal.
“She’s like a snake,” whispered Mandy. “I never knew she was so… “
“Sex-crazy?” Rosanha said.
Lillith screamed and clawed at the ground, while her body shook in the grip of an orgasm. The young man held her tightly to him, his buttocks quivered between the girl’s clutching thighs. He pulled out and rose to his feet. He wasn’t even breathing hard. “I like this sex-game,” he said and laughed. “Want to play some more?”
Rosanha and Mandy nodded, their eyes glued to his stiff member. Rosanha licked her lips. “Can I suck on it?” she asked with a breathless voice. He moved in front of her, she put her lips on the shiny head, let her tongue flicker across it. Then she opened her mouth wide and sucked the warm, rigid flesh into her.
He stood still, watching her from shiny black eyes.
Closing her eyes, she sucked gently and swallowed when she felt warm liquid filling her mouth. It tasted sweet and strange, but not unpleasant. Like nectar from an exotic flower. It ran down her throat, a hot flame that spread fire through her whole body. She opened her eyes, looked into his and shuddered. He seemed to look deep into her soul.
“Enough,” he said softly and slowly pulled his penis out of her mouth.
Her mind was not clear, her insides burned, her vagina was inflamed. “I need you,” she whispered.
He nodded. “Kneel down,” he ordered her. Looking at Mandy and Lillith, he said, “You too.”
The girls knelt side by side in front of him, their backs arched and their firm buttocks high. He entered Rosanha first, pushed deep into her. She cried out sharply, began bucking immediately. After a few strokes he pulled out, moved over to Mandy. She just moaned. Her face hit the ground as she lifted her buttocks higher. Then he left her, too. He put his pole between Lillith’s white cheeks. Lillith went wild and milked his penis fiercely.
He didn’t stay long inside her before moved back to Rosanha. This time she almost screamed as he slid into her inflamed tight canal. “Make me come,” she sobbed, “please, make me come.”
He laughed softly behind her, held her narrow waist and slammed his hips with steady rhythmic movements into her soft buttocks. This time he waited until she finished an orgasm before he pulled out.
Then he did the same to Mandy and to Lillith.
Rosanha lost track of time. How many times he came back to her, she didn’t know. The two moons put a great distance between themselves when he asked them to join him for a swim in the lake.
Rosanha felt satisfied, her body still tingled when she followed him and her two friends into the water. She felt very tired all of a sudden and was quite happy when he suggested they rest on top of the giant floating plant. She lay down among the thick, soft petals and closed her eyes.
* * * *
When she awoke, it was daylight. She didn’t remember falling asleep, but remembered strange dreams. Sitting up, she looked around, but didn’t see Mandy or Lillith. The floating plant she sat on was much smaller than when she climbed onto it. She realized it was not the same plant. There were two other plants of the same size, and when she looked at them, she noticed movement in the center of the closer one.
Someone sat up, a girl. She recognized Mandy. She looked around as if to orient herself, then she waved.
Rosanha waved back. “Where is Lillith?” she called. Before Mandy could answer, Rosanha saw Lillith on the third plant. Lillith slid into the water, swam toward Rosanha.
“I feel quite strange,” she said and climbed onto the plant, flopping down beside Rosanha. “What a night,” Lillith said. “But everything seems kind of fuzzy. I don’t seem to be myself this morning.”
“I feel the same way,” Rosanha said. “I know I am me and yet, there is this feeling of newness, like everything I remember is somebody else’s memory and I was just born. I can’t really explain it.” She looked at Lillith. “Why are you laughing?”
“I wasn’t laughing,” Lillith said, “I thought it was you.”
More laughter, a woman’s laughter. It came from inside Rosanha’s head.
“You exceed my expectations, daughters. I am very pleased.”
“Who said that?” asked Lillith and pressed her hands against her ears. “It seemed to come from inside my brain.”
“I am the Xandra,” said the woman’s voice, “and you are my daughters. You are of the Xandra.”
Rosanha looked around, perplexed. There was only Lillith beside her. “Who are you?” she asked. “And where are you?”
“I am the plant you are sitting on, Rosanha. I am also the plant Lillith found herself on when she woke up, and I am the one Mandy is on right now. I am every water lily, as the humans call it, on this planet. I am the water that nourishes these plants. I am the Xandra.”
“Why do you call us my daughters?”
“Because you are. I have grown you out of my body.”
“You are wrong!” Rosanha protested. “I wasn’t grown from a plant. I am a human being. I am Rosanha Wilson.”
“Yes, you are Rosanha Wilson. You have her memories, but your body came from me. I made you.”
There was a sudden flash of light inside Rosanha’s mind as the Xandra tore down the mental barriers she temporarily erected. Rosanha understood, so did Lillith and so did Mandy.
“We are sisters now.” Mandy laughed inside Rosanha’s head.
“We are.” Rosanha nodded. She had difficulties accepting what she knew to be the truth. She was not human anymore, and yet, she felt human.
The Xandra, who followed her thoughts, said gently, “Even though your body wasn’t born from a human woman, you are nevertheless human. I made you that way, except, I made you better.”
“What happened to the real Rosanha?”
“She is alive inside you.”
“Where is her body?” Rosanha asked, but she knew the answer before she asked the question.
“It was only a body. Quite inferior to the one you now own,” the Xandra said soothingly. “The mind is what is important.”
Rosanha looked over to the giant plant that floated not far away and shuddered a little.
“I need nourishment, too,” said the Xandra inside her head. “You will go back to the human colony. Nobody will know what you are. I have given you free will, I will not control you, but if you need me, I am never far away. Good luck, my daughters.”
The presence inside Rosanha’s head was gone, but she knew it was just an illusion; the Xandra would always be inside her.
Because she was the Xandra.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Space Station
He called himself Starfinder, his species Genaar, which, translated, meant Above Animals.
He smiled when Cunningham asked him about his name. “In my younger days I used to be a pilot,” he said with his deep, resonant voice. “But that was a long time ago.”
It was Captain Cunningham’s turn to smile. “Couldn’t have been that long ago,” he said. “You look much too young for that.”
Starfinder laughed. “Not counting the thousand years I was frozen, I am over 200 years old, your years. Our species is long-lived.”
“And here I thought I was old,” Cunningham said. “I am 90.”
“An infant,” Starfinder said and chuckled.
“I feel like an infant,” Cunningham mused. “Compared with your species mine is still in its infancy. Your people were already exploring the Galaxy when we were still dreaming about the stars and wondering what was out there.”
“That is so,” Starfinder agreed, “but you have progressed quite rapidly, once you discovered space-travel. It took us longer than that to reach neighboring systems. Now you are beginning to colonize yours. Your home planet Earth is far away from here.”
Cunningham nodded and studied the alien, trying to be discreet about it. He knew Starfinder also studied him. This was the first time they finally found a chance for a private meeting. Awakening the rest of the alien sleepers happened without any glitches. All were healthy and in good spirits. Twenty-eight of the aliens were women. Twenty-two were men. The men all looked young and handsome, and the women beautiful. Cunningham corrected himself. Not merely beautiful, they were gorgeous, with slim, well-formed bodies. Their purple eyes a trifle too large, but it only enhanced their beauty.
“Thank you for not destroying any of our equipment when you moved into our station,” Starfinder broke into his thoughts.
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