by Enid Titan
“Try me.”
“Lightyears away. Across the galaxy, but in this quadrant. Our conquerors have many planets.”
“Interesting.”
“Is it?”
“Not really. I’ve never been into sci-fi.”
“Sci-fi?”
“Science fiction?”
“Humph.”
“Will your wounds heal?”
“I can heal them much faster if I go to my ship.”
She blocks the door.
“No. You mustn’t go to your ship. Please. You’re the most exciting thing to happen to me in years and I have so many questions.”
Her hazel eyes turn round like stars and the tip of my tail flicks.
“You ought to fear me more than you do.”
“Why?” she says, laughter lilting in her voice.
“I have to tell you something about the males of my species and why I received orders not to make direct contact.”
“Does it have something to do with that strange stuff you smell? It’s foul.”
It’s supposed to be foul. It’s supposed to dull the workings of my reptilian olfactory bulbs so I don’t become a creature possessed by lust at the sight of any attractive female. Taurean females can control their chemical releases, but mammalian humanoids tend not to have that evolutionary advantage.
“Yes. It does.”
My dose is wearing off already, and it worries me she isn’t scared. She steps closer to me.
“Will you at least let me look at the wound? It’s partly my fault.”
“It isn’t your fault,” I say, “And I’m sorry, Nadia, but I cannot allow you to touch me.”
“How did you learn my name?”
“I have very good hearing.”
And an even better sense of smell. I can pick up the notes of basil and lemon on her perfume. I can smell the soap she uses beneath it and her musk, the unique scent to Nadia el-Bilal that intoxicates me.
“Bradley’s not my husband. He’s only my boyfriend, and I kicked him out,” she blurts out.
“Why are you telling me this, Nadia?”
My voice is hoarse again and I clutch the ceramic bathtub as I feel my pupils narrow into slits and my obsession with her growing past my conscious awareness into the depths of my reptile brain. Once that desire activates, I won’t have the capacity to stop myself from acting on what I want.
“If I tell him you’re my new boyfriend, maybe he’ll get scared and he won’t come back.”
“I thought you said you got rid of him for good.”
Nadia’s cheeks flush.
“Not exactly. But I think I’ll keep him occupied for a while. Two weeks at least.”
“What did you tell him?”
“It doesn’t matter. But I told him the two of us were over.”
“I’m not your boyfriend,” I say.
“Duh. You’re like an eight foot tall alien with scales and a tail and… muscles.”
She whispers the last word and inches away from me again.
“You look different, Soren.”
I lick my lips and taste her scent in the air.
“Different? How?”
My eyes are different and my tail flicks back and forth with arousal. My abs move up and down with each breath and I can’t stop myself from staring at her. Wanting her. Needing her. Needing parts of her I should not think of at all.
“Nadia,” I say through grit teeth, “You need to not answer me. You need to get out of here. Get far away from here…”
Where I can’t smell you…
“Why?” she asks, raking her hand through her blue hair and releasing more of her scent into the room.
7
Mammalian Breasts
"You're changing. Something is happening to you and I won't leave you if something is wrong."
"Nadia, you are in danger. Leave. Now."
"I know when I'm in danger Soren."
She does not understand what she is dealing with. She does not understand that once my desires begin, I won't be able to stop myself.
"I'm not afraid of you."
She’s lying. I can smell it, and the fear arouses me. Her fear stiffens my member, forces my arousal and leads to my climax. Now, that climax is my only concern. It’s too late for me to reach for the vial. I can smell her fear and I need to claim her. I need to mate with her.
"You should be. Please, Nadia… go."
I try to save her from the arousal of a fully grown Taurean male who has spent months on the surface of this godforsaken planet with nothing to satisfy his cravings for lusty sex.
"No."
"Nadia, what is happening to me is… Primal."
"You mean that you want to fuck me."
"Leave…"
"I might not be some alien warrior, but I understand men."
"Get out of here. Now."
“Has it never occurred to you I might want that. That after everything I've been through I could use closeness?”
"You don't know what you're saying and you need to leave."
"If you have been watching me as long as you say then you know…" She trails off as an anguished sob heaves through her chest.
"You know how unhappy I've been. You know how lonely I am."
Without thinking, I snap, "you didn't sound lonely when that brute had you the other night."
She lunges for me and slaps me across the face. Hard. I deserve it. We are staring at each other now, eyes locked, and I wonder if she knows that she has just started a process that we cannot turn back from.
She’s trembling in fear — natural worry for a tiny human who has slapped an alien warrior twice her size.
I grab her by the wrist.
"I told you to get out of here," I try to say it gently. I don't want her too scared.
"I'm done taking orders from people. From anyone, human or alien."
"You are crazy. You don’t know what you’re doing."
She’s my little Nadia, the one I’ve watched. She doesn’t want me. She never will. I’m wrong for her. Damaged. I’m an alien observer whose primary pursuit on this planet is death.
"So are you. Watching me for God knows how long? It's enough to send chills down your spine."
"I never meant to hurt you. I never would."
"I know."
"I wish I could stop what will happen Nadia. You should have gone."
"I don't want to. And me and Bradley… What happened the other night was only to stop him from hitting me again."
Her lower lip quivers and a yearning to press her body close to mine wracks through me.
I run a hand through her hair and she shivers.
"You're so cold," she murmurs.
"I can be warmer if you want me to," I choke out hoarsely.
She parts my legs and stands between them, running her hands along the bare ridges of my shoulders. I shiver from her touch and my heart pumps blood faster throughout my body.
"Should I feel attracted to you?"
"No. I imagine you'd find me monstrous. Beastly. I imagine you would be afraid."
She shakes her head.
“I find you impressive. And strong. I don't think I've seen a guy so jacked! And you smell like...”
She trails off.
“Jacked? I do not understand that phrase.”
"It means muscular. You know, ripped, shredded."
I shrug.
"I need your lips Nadia. Kiss me."
Her arms tremble as she inches closer to my lips. She touches my face, running her hands over the reptilian slits on my face until she comes to my lips eager for her touch. She kisses me and I grabbed her by the small of her back, instantly ready for more.
She pulls away and rakes her hands through my hair. I shudder as arousal rises beneath my loose trousers.
"Can I touch them?"
"Touch what?"
"Your horns."
“You act as if you aren’t afraid.”
Her body tells a different sto
ry, but she leaps through her fear, touching me.
"You're an alien who's been watching me for months. You are bigger than any human man, and yet you've never hurt me. I don't think you will."
She doesn't know what I'm capable of. She doesn't know what my body could do to hers. She is fragile and soft and mammalian and I am a large alien who could destroy her with ease. Not like I would allow myself to.
Her hands grasp my horns, and a throaty growl erupts in my chest. She lets out a little yelp and then backs off.
"I'm sorry. I did not mean to scare you."
"It's my fault."
I cannot let her get away. Not even a step. I grab her by the waist again and pull her between my legs, kissing her forcefully. She seems surprised but then relaxes into the kiss. She doesn't seem to mind. I tug at the front of her shirt, every instinct in my body telling me to rip it off.
"I'm not in control around you," I growl and I rip her shirt off with one tug.
She squeals, and now she is properly afraid. I rip the tiny fabric beneath her shirt, and her breasts spring into view. Large, mammalian breasts, enormous and soft. These are nothing like the ones I studied when learning about her species biology. They’re at least triple the size with large brown nipples that have perky little tips. My tail swishes back and forth in the tub.
“Soren,” she whispers, “You’re starting to scare me. You just… it’s like… something’s different in my body. You smell like chai tea… cardamom... a curry stew like my mother would make.”
“Your fear is irrelevant,” I choke out.
Her breasts relate to my current interests and I want to stick my tongue out to suckle on them. I satisfy myself by grabbing the nipples between my fingers and rolling them around. My tongue yearns for them. I pull her in closer, and steam erupts from my nostrils. She moans as the warm damp air tickles her breasts and my tongue follows, sucking her nipples and drawing her bosom to my mouth.
8
Tight Mammalian Sex
She moans as my tongue wraps around her nipple. I move to the next one, and she cries out again, digging her fingers deep into my tousled hair.
"We should go to my bedroom," she gasps.
"Whatever you wish."
She takes me by the hand but before she makes it to her room, I grab her by her waist and press her up against the wall and put my lips to her neck. She squeals as I lift her off the ground.
"I can't take it," I growl.
She braces herself by pressing her palms against the wall and they shimmy off her trousers and I expose her underwear and then her bare bottom. I hold her up with one hand and reach the other between her legs. She squeals as I touch her sex. I part her lips and push one finger inside her. She cries out and moans, her legs kicking out from under her.
I use my hips to press her into the wall and push my lips against her neck.
"Are you afraid?"
"No…"
“I need to give you my cock. Now.”
"Will it hurt?"
I think it best to not answer her. I release my hardness from my trousers. Thick plating covers the underside of my member, as smooth and hard as the scales on my shoulders and obliques. The base of it is a dark forest green which lightens at the tip, pointed like a flame that flicks back and forth with the dexterity of a human tongue. I release another steamy breath on her neck and her hair is now so wet but it sticks to her skin.
Patterns of ridged protrusions around the head of my dick will add to her pleasure. My finger dives inside her silky warmth again, and I feel the texture of her tight, mammalian sex. I stroke her, and she cries out with pleasure. When I move my finger against her spongy walls, she cries out and climaxes, more wetness pooling around my hand. I use my finger on her and stroke her until a climax is certain.
I press the tip of my hardness against her smooth thick bum cheeks. The tongue-like tip of my head parts her lips and lick set them. She moans, and she arches her back as I thrust my full length between her slippery thighs. She cries out louder and I push her up against the wall with an urgent thrust of raw animal desire.
"It's enormous," she breathes.
The ridged underside of my hardness and the ribbing around the tip will allow for greater pleasure as I pump into her. My hips move back and forth, slowly at first so she can adjust to my proud of 10 1/2 inches. She cries out that she has never had a man so big. Few human men could be. I grab her tiny hips and increase my pace. My desire takes over and I fuck her the way human females need. Hard. Fast. With urgent, uninhibited desire.
She climaxes quickly, but I am not finished. I lift her off the wall and keep her impaled on my enormous Taurean dick; I kneel and then lower her onto the ground. I continue to plunge into her from behind, my hips smacking against her perfect bum cheeks as I use this angle to take her deeper. With each deep thrust her wetness tightens around me and she cums repeatedly around my thick reptile cock.
With each thrust, I exhale warm steam onto her and the ticklish sensations drive her mad. She climaxes every time my breath tickles her neck as I pump my hips into her from behind and keep her tight human pussy impaled on my enormous cock.
I remove my hardness from her and flip her onto her stomach. I want to look her in the eyes now. I want to see fear running through her mixed with desire as she realizes what she's really doing — allowing an enormous alien reptile male to take his pleasure from her right there in her home. On her back, I spread her legs forcefully and insert myself again. Her mouth twists into a perfect shape as I enter her from this angle. She takes ten inches with a loud squeal as her wetness coats my feather fine pubic hair and her pussy clamps down harder along my ten inches. The ribbing on my cock sends her wild again.
She runs her hands along the stiff scaly plating of my shoulders and obliques as I take her. She keeps her eyes locked with mine as my pupils narrowed into slits and I gaze at her as if I can see right through her. Her blue hair spills around her, damp with my steam, and she reaches up to grab my horns as I pound her. She reaches around for my tail and strokes the base and her human touch drives me mad. The tail flicks behind me as my desire mounts. I need to empty my seed in her. Now.
Her ability to climax feels limitless, like she really is desperate for closeness the way she claims.
"I will mate you," I growl.
"Yes… Yes…"
I grunt, and then a jet of fluid shoots out of me between her legs. She cries out and euphoria now floods me as my stiffness pumps inside her, soaking her inner walls with my hot, clear seed. The head of my dick flicks around her entrance, and she moans again as I withdraw from her.
She appears both startled and satisfied.
“Did you just cum inside me?”
“Yes.”
“Soren,” she gasps, “What will happen now?”
“You are red,” I say, “You need to clean yourself.”
She leans forward and then stands up, her small human legs trembling as my seed spills out of her sex. The sight of it makes me want to fuck her again. And again. I am satisfied enough now to withstand the desire. I needed to cum desperately. More of it slips down her leg.
“There’s so much cum,” she says.
“It is an excess from my celibate time on Terra.”
The time I spent watching her. The time I spent smelling her fear in the forest as my obsession grew.
“I… I can’t believe I did that.”
9
I cum in it and it's mine
“You’re still here.”
“Yes.”
I can’t bring myself to leave her. I can’t bring myself to run out of her house and return to my ship. I’ve left her alone for hours, staying out of sight as much as possible. I think she knows I’m still in her house, but the damned place is so spacious that she doesn’t run into me again until evening.
I will not leave her alone for Bradley to hurt.
“We should talk about what just happened.”
We should, but now that the
hormones have left me, the weight of what I’ve done sits at the forefront of my mind. I’ve betrayed my mission. I’ve betrayed my people. For sex. For a female. For a mate that I shouldn’t have.
“No.”
“Don’t pull that shit with me, Soren. You come here and you want to differ from Bradley, then be different.”
“I do not want to be anything,” I say, leaning forward from her excessively soft chair and allowing my tail to rise behind me.
She shudders as she stares at it, and fear courses through her. We lock eyes.
“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” she accuses.
“What?”
“My fear.”
“You do not understand.”
“Then make me!”
“I am here to study your people. You are not here to study mine.”
“I wouldn’t know you existed if you didn’t fall out of the sky and land on my doorstep. I have a right to know things about you since you’ve been watching me.”
“I am a soldier here on an observation mission. I would have retired this year, but I wanted this mission.”
“Why?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Top secret?”
“Something like that.”
“Soren, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me and that was some crazy sex, but if Bradley comes back, you need to get out of here.”
“So you can go back to him?”
She bites down on her lower lip.
“I belong with a human.”
I puff steam out of my nostrils, and she takes a cautious step back.
“You’re angry.”
“No.”
“You did that steam thing. It means you’re angry. Don’t fuck with me.”
“I cannot leave you for him.”
“Not him, then. Some other man.”
“You do not understand.”