by Amanda Boone
He gets up and holds out his hand. I take it, as if we have known each other for years, and find it’s cooler than mine. I realize he’s not human when my dream shifts, and we’re walking hand in hand along a sunlit cliff top. The view is beautiful, with the orange sky meeting the yellow sea. Some part of my mind is telling me this is wrong. I haven’t ever been here, but I know it, regardless. Up ahead are a grassy plain, which stretches on as far as I can see, and a small copse of trees, which grow in a semicircle.
Inside, the trees have become a cozy, round hut with soft edges to the lavender tinted features. A warm fire burns in the hearth as always, and we stand next to it, naked and facing each other. His fingers trace designs across my skin, running from my hands, up my arms to my shoulders and neck. Every nerve tingles in the wake of the contact between his flesh and mine, lighting my skin with trails of fire. He steps closer, this stranger, whose face I can’t see, and leans down to press his lips against mine. I can feel his breath, warm on my face, feel his lips so gentle against mine and when he flicks his tongue out, I part my lips giving him my mouth. It’s bizarre. His tongue is warm, soft and moist, but it feels like it’s split, forked in a snake-like way, but I ignore it as this is just a dream. I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, feeling the knots of muscle flexing under my fingers and pull us closer together.
His insistent fingers trace up and down my back now, thrilling their way up and down my spine, skimming my sides and tickling over the curve of my breasts. His touch brings me to life, my body responding in a primal way, my heart speeds up and breath comes in huffed gasps.
I feel his lips on my neck and throat, sending shivers and goose flesh in waves down my back and across my thighs. A warm ache is growing deep inside my abdomen, pulling at the long unused muscles down there.
His hands support my heavy breasts, squeezing gently and stroking, running his rough palms over my nipples which go rigid in response. He leans in and sucks a kiss from my lips before moving down to gently, pulling at my right nipple with his mouth and tongue. I feel a similar tug deep inside me and willingly give in to the passion, which burns throughout me.
He pushes me back, away from the fire, and I fall in slow motion onto the quilted bed. It’s warm under me, as if it’s alive, and I know I’ve felt it before, but the dream won’t let me think about anything but him. He kisses and licks his way down my skin, tasting and sampling, delighting in the feel and taste of my plump body. He pauses and flicks his forked tongue into my belly button with such eroticism I can almost feel it in my groin. His hands trace down my thighs, grip my knees and spread my legs as wide as they will go, opening me to his gaze. Without hesitation, he licks his way down through the coarse hair, and I feel his warm tongue against my wet lips.
He trails the tips of his tongue over my labia, using the twin forks to spread the swollen lips and I’m transfixed, as I watch from a different viewpoint, as he starts to lick at me. His head turns in circles as he runs up one side of my pussy, across my clit which sends a jolt of lust through me and back down the other side, skimming over my perineum sending a thrill all the way up my spine.
I watch me on the bed, writhing like a wanton slut, as I grip his head and flex my pelvis up, grinding his face into my cunt and scream as I watch and feel an orgasm rip through me. Panting and needy, I watch him...
***
...stand up, looking down on the alien female. She is so incredibly beautiful to my eyes, and I declare I will never allow anything to come between us or separate us from each other.
It is strange, this dream in which I am aware I am dreaming. I never dream this vividly, and such dreams I have are usually of battles fought or enemies vanquished. This, however, is so much more. I feel her softness, thrill at her touch and can taste her in my mouth. I have never before thought to lick a female as I have done to her, yet I would be happy if that were all she allowed. For, even though I yearn to bury myself inside that inviting organ, my one desire is to make her happy, to please and serve.
I can see the desire written on her face, and filled with something which is new to me, a warm, almost happy, pressure in my thorax. I set myself against her. Her back arches as I press forward, feeling the hot slickness envelop me, the delight of seeing her in ecstasy is almost better than the sensations hammering through me from our contact. A small hiss of air comes from her as I penetrate her fully and a low growl issues from my own throat. I am engulfed inside her burning flesh, and as I pause, I can actually feel the pulse of her heartbeat in the muscles which grip me.
When I retract, she moans, an almost sorrowful sound, and my hearts break with sadness to ever hear something like that come from her. Pressing forward, she squeaks a little yip of delight, letting me know she is happy. I rock into her willing body, her muscles grip me so tightly it is almost more than I am able to bear, and muscles inside of me start to ache pleasantly.
The feel of her is overwhelming, my chest is tight, my throat constricted as I drive myself madly in and out of her. Her hips come up to meet me every time and the slap which issues from our meeting sends a wave through her body, shaking her belly and breasts. She is squealing a high-pitched sound with every breath, until, abruptly, her whole body goes rigid, and I see her eyes go wide.
A convulsive wave ripples through her body, and she moans deeply, staring at me with unblinking eyes. Astoundingly, the muscles which have been gripping my member squeeze me even tighter and pull me deeper inside. Already on the verge of exploding, my lower abdomen pulls almost painfully tight, and I bellow out my sweet release inside her. I can feel my body jerk over and over as the swollen pressure inside me is vented, and, eyes closed, I lay on top of her.
After a few seconds my eyes flicker open and...
***
...I’m awake again. What the fuck was that? I’ve never had a dream as vivid as that. Plus it feels like I have actually come a few times. It must be something to do with the stress and fright I’ve been through, some kind of defense mechanism the brain’s got to keep you sane under pressure. But...why was it an alien I was with, and why can I recall every second of the fantastic time we had together?
The room’s changed since I’ve slept. I look around and see Deakins sitting on an oddly sloped platform which might serve as a bed.
“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he grunts at me. “Nerravin wanted to wake you, but I thought you needed the rest.” I shake my head, not understanding and still confused by the dream. “When these things grew from the floor and the walls...well, it all changed quite fast.”
“Where is she?” My voice is hoarse, my throat dry from – orgasm – lack of water. Deakins nods to a separate room at the same time as a hatch opens and three bowls are pushed through to my right. Deakins gets there first and sniffs the bowl.
“Some kind of porridge by the looks of it, but it’s got bits of other stuff in. Might be meat.” He dips his finger in and lifts it to his mouth.
“Don’t eat that shit, man!” Nerravin shouts from the other doorway. “It might be poisoned, eh, and don’t use the head either. Man, that shit’s fucked up!” I go and take a bowl, suddenly ravenous.
“What would be the point of poison?” I ask dipping my fingers into the warm mix. “If they wanted us dead, they could have left us on Erenius three.” I brace myself for what this might be as I suck the food from my fingers. My mouth explodes with flavor, and I dip my hand in, bringing the bowl up to my lips and stuffing myself with the sweet, spicy goop. Deakins follows suit when I don’t immediately die, but Nerravin won’t touch it, which means Deakins and I can have half of her bowl each too.
“Listen up, I want you to keep your eyes and ears open for any chance we got to escape, okay?” Nerravin stares at us. “Anything that can be used as a weapon, man, you give it to me.” I glance at Deakins, who shakes his head at me, rolling his eyes.
Once we’ve eaten and scraped every last lick from the bowls, I go into the new room to find it sectioned off into cubicles. Some are
obviously toilets from the general shape and size while a couple of the others look as if they’re empty. I open one of the doors and step in, squealing when a spray of warm water hits me. My luck must be in, there’s a shower! I make sure the other two can’t see and strip, going back in and standing beneath the water. The warm liquid running over me brings back memories of the dream I had, and I can feel my body heat up from the recollection of it.
Realizing I haven’t got a towel, I swear and try to open the door to leave but find it locked. Before I can begin to panic, the water stops, and warm air puffs out from every surface, drying me fast.
Once dressed, I look around, even though the light is dim and we are held in some kind of cell, we have been fed and our sanitary needs have been taken care of. Now all that remains is to see what will happen to us.
THE END
Desired By The Alien Boss
You might think being aboard what is technically a living spacecraft, shooting through the depths of space, and living among a group of aliens, who you don't quite understand, would drive you crazy. I’ll get there.
After the accident – they said it was an accident, I think we were attacked – on the third moon orbiting Erenius, three other humans and I were the only ones to make it aboard this ship. Now, even though we are allowed to move around a bit more, I still feel like a prisoner. My eyes flicker open to the gloomy interior of the room the three of us share, and I look around to see if either of the other two have woken yet. Both are snoring softly, like babies in the crib. We are the only survivors from the Erenius Three Research Station. The whole staff was only ten people, but every last one of them perished, friends and enemies alike, except us. I really don’t think that makes us special, maybe lucky, but nothing special. After all, we are the three who were sent to find out what the hell this thing actually was.
So there was Parry Deakins, a communications engineer and linguistics expert, who is a natural choice to investigate in case there were any linguistic clues, writing, or live aliens (yeah, right!). Sierx Nerravin is supposed to take care of security. You know, shoot stuff and keep us all safe. She doesn't feel all that great right now, for obvious reasons. Then there’s little old me, Hetty Vorgies, exobiologist, and I got chosen to see what this thing was because initial scans indicated there was a biological element inside. If only we'd known!
I rise and cross the room on silent feet, go into the other room we’ve been assigned and try to clean my teeth as best I can. In desperation, I have to try and use the insane contraption, which serves as a toilet on board the thing, and even though we've been aboard for about four days, I still can't get used to the feeling of having something attach itself to my genitals and gently suck the waste from me, especially as I’m not completely sure which bits of the ship are alive and which aren’t. (I know what you’re thinking. Some exobiologist she is!) Once that little adventure is over, I make my way back into the main room, where I see Deakins woken up.
“Morning,” I say brightly. “How you doing today?”
Deakins runs his big hands through his thinning hair and over his face and looks down as if thinking about my question.
“Why do you feel the need to ask me that just when I've woken up, Hetty?” he asks me. “I've only just opened my eyes. How the hell should I know how I'm doing?” His deep, grumbling voice seems to lighten throughout the day, until he comes fully to life just before we’re ready to go back to bed. He’s got graying hair, which he keeps cut short and, for some reason, wears a pair of antiquated wire rimmed spectacles to correct an eyesight problem the medic could have cured in a matter of seconds. Deakins’ square face levers up to look at me, and a little grimace crosses his face.
“We’re still really aboard this thing then?” I nod back at him with a sympathetic look on my face. “Shit. Thought I might have been in the middle of a nightmare,” he adds grumpily.
We’re past the panic and fear of the first day or so. People can only go on like that for so long after all. I think it was Deakins who calmed down first, coming to the conclusion we weren’t in any immediate danger of being eaten, dissected or used for some other nefarious project. I felt the tension drain from me after about fifteen hours, exhausted and weak. Whoever, whatever, these creatures are, they feed and water us and haven’t shown any ill intent. When you actually take everything into consideration, we invaded their ship, and they saved us from the awful fate the others shared.
I can see where the other two are coming from. They might have saved us, but we are in some kind of captive state and have been here more than long enough to be taken back to the nearest human settlement.
We both look over as Nerravin whimpers in her sleep, waking herself up.
“What you two looking at?” she says grumpily at Deakins and me.
“Nothing,” I tell her, making a face at the older man. “Nothing at all.”
“Good,” She swings her legs from the odd beds we have been assigned. These tilted ever so slightly toward the headend, increasing blood flow during sleep, even if you turned around so your feet were lower. It adjusted while you slept. “Cos I want you two to keep your eyes open now we’ve got some access to this bird.” Nerravin's military style of speech makes her sound as tough as she probably is. “Look for anything we might be able to use to our advantage. We can still get back to human space. We just have to find a way.”
I shake my head. “I’ll get right on that,” I tell her with a more than a little sarcasm. “Just as soon as I overpower the crew of this...this...whatever this thing is, Deakins here can figure out their entire language, and we can pilot it all the way home.”
Deakins snorts a laugh.
Nerravin looks from one of us to the other. “Yeah, laugh it up while you can cos when the shit hits the fan, you two are gonna be looking to me to save your sorry asses,” Nerravin lectures.
I roll my eyes in Deakins’ direction, and he laughs again, heading for the bathroom.
Nerravin fixes me with a glare as she stretches, her lithe, muscled body a complete contrast to my own. “Seriously Hetty,” she says, while squatting and placing both hands flat on the floor. She grimaces, her face turning into a mask of abject disgust. “This fucking floor’s warm,” she spits, standing back up and abandoning whatever calisthenics she was about to do. “You need to make sure you know who your friends are.” She casts a glance in the direction Deakins just left.
“Oh, I’m fairly sure I know who my friends are,” I tell her. “What about you?”
Nerravin looks at me with daggers in her gaze. I had been keeping an eye on her since we came aboard, tried to talk to her a couple of times, feel her guilt and pain at failing to keep those people safe like she was supposed to. She pretty much rebuked me at every turn in the first couple of days, and I’d left her with it.
In the last couple of days, her concentration turned to somehow taking over the ship we were on or stealing some kind of space-faring craft and escaping back home. I think Deakins and I have a better grasp of the situation. We’ve been taken away from our former lives, willingly I admit, by a species of alien we had no idea existed. Whether that is a kind intervention or not remains to be seen. However, neither of us is under the illusion we will be able to escape.
“My friends died on Erenius 3,” Nerravin says shortly. Her face changes, her expression becoming one of guile and sneakiness. “You’ve been keeping company with them haven't you?” she queries, meaning the alien species whose ship we had escaped aboard.
“What do you expect? I'm an exobiologist this is like...I don’t know.” I feel the familiar excitement welling up inside me, “Every little girl's dream, every Christmas present, every hope, dream and wish I could ever have, granted at once.” She frowns at my obvious enthusiasm, but I continue. “I’m going to make every effort to communicate with our hosts, learn every single thing I can about them, history, culture, biology, everything,” I shake my head at her. “See this as the opportunity it is rather than working off
a base of obvious mistrust.”
Nerravin coughs a bitter laugh. “You’re fucking deluded, man! You got no clue what these animals are going to do to us. Experiments...fucking probes up the ass or some shit like that, man.”
Deakins comes back from the head – it probably gave him head – and stares at Nerravin as if she is some kind of alien herself,
“Ah, the eloquence of the ex-marine at work I hear,” he says, turning to me. “Beautiful is it not?”
I smirk. Deakins could be really funny at times, as miserable as sin others.
“Observant too,” I mutter. “As I’m a woman.”
Nerravin spikes her middle finger up at the pair of us and storms off into the bathroom that wasn’t quite a bathroom. “What do you think, Deakins, about all this?” I wave my hand about the room.
“All this?” he retorts sarcastically. “That’s a succinct way of looking at things. What do I think about all this?” He thinks for a few seconds or pretends to at least. “I think we boarded an alien space craft of some kind, living, of course, watched as everyone we'd known for the past four years got obliterated by...something big and now we're here.” He looks at me like I am stupid. “That’s what I think. Oh, and I also think I want a computer with a few million terabytes of space, a processor which can handle light speed calculations and some of my translation programs, so I can start to figure out what our hosts are actually saying.”
“Jesus, dude, there's no need to chew my head off!” Deakins looks like a man who didn’t care, and I decide to get the hell out of there as fast as I could.
***
Commander's Log, Sentient Ship Acrulla
The three strange life forms we took aboard have begun to exhibit signs of extreme stress and are beginning to argue with each other. One of the team, assigned to monitor them, suggested we allow them some freedom to explore Acrulla and get to know him. I authorized such action and instructed Acrulla to make sure all security sensitive areas were tightly sealed to the life signs they emit. Although this has given them some time to be alone, expanding the amount of room they have to utilize has made little difference and ever more aggressive behavior has been recorded. Strangely, it is the smallest of the trio, who is also female, who displays the most aggression, shouting at and behaving in a threatening manner towards any crew she has encountered. The other female merely seems inquisitive with regards everything and has made several attempts at communication with members of the monitoring team although with limited success. The male is prone to mood swings due to several chemical imbalances the monitoring team is attempting to correct. However, it seems as if his demeanor is somewhere between the two females, not as aggressive as the smaller one and not as passive as the larger.