Chapter 15 Dottie
My heart pounded in my chest as the thick head of Ror’k’s cock slid over the seam of my pussy. He was so big, I worried I wouldn’t be able to take him. But I was nothing if not wet, ready, and extremely motivated.
I’d still been shaking off the shock when I first realized we were both naked in the decontaminator. The closeness had been a welcome distraction. It was something new to focus on, something thrilling that pulled me away from the nightmare I’d just escaped.
But then he reacted to my touch like I was some irresistible goddess come to life, like I was the woman of his dreams, and something wild and hungry woke up inside me.
The way his eyes darkened like he was barely holding himself back…
like he couldn’t trust himself around me…
Gah! It lit me up and sent a wicked thrill all the way down to my toes.
I felt wanted and desired. I felt powerful.
Then there was his cock. I wanted to know what his alien cock would feel like inside me.
Unlike our men, Xarc’n warriors had cocks shaped like those dildos with graduated bulbs.
You know the ones, with sections that get larger and larger the farther you go?
Yeah, like that. But it was one thing to hear about it and something else altogether to actually see it in the flesh.
At the thickest part of each slightly triangular bulb-shaped section was a thick, hard ridge.
There were three sections, and each one got wider and wider.
I’d heard that the ridges rubbed up against our insides in the perfect way to reach the fabled G-spot.
Of course, I’d never actually thought I’d be able to experience it and find out for myself just how it felt.
And I was about to find out, like, right now.
I was surprised at how wet I’d gotten, though whatever wetness my body had not produced, he’d supplement with this mouth. I was more ready than I’d ever be.
He held himself over me, braced on one elbow, a look of utter concentration on his face like he wanted to do it just right for me. I hooked my ankles over his hips and pressed my heels down to urge him in.
“Please, I need you.”
He growled something unintelligible into my temple, and then he was pressing in, the thick crown of the first section spearing me open.
I breathed shallowly, my body tense in anticipation.
I was so wet, but he was huge, and my body resisted.
I bit my lip trying not to make a sound—I didn’t want him to stop—but a tiny whimper escaped my throat anyway.
“Do not be scared.” He brushed my hair out of my face.
“I’m not scared. Just nervous. You are very big. And it’s been a while.” I dug my heels into his hips, urging him on. “Please.”
“I’ll take it slow. Krux, I need you so much.”
He pulled out a little before thrusting in again, the cords of his neck straining with barely held control. I gasped as the first section slid in.
“Fuck!” The word sounded tortured.
His hips jerked, and I cried out as the next section breached me.
Then my muscles were clamping down into the dip before the final section.
Then he was moving, his hips flexing as if with a mind of their own.
He fucked me, shallow at first, but with each movement he went deeper and deeper until the final section stretched me to my limit.
I was so full I couldn’t breathe. It felt like he was splitting me apart in the best possible way. But he didn’t stop moving; he continued his push and pull, his movements growing wilder, until he was thrusting into me in earnest.
“You’re so wet. So warm and tight.”
Stroke by stroke, the pleasure grew, his hard ridges almost feeling like a rumble strip right where it mattered most. I dug my nails into his arms, and a string of nonsense tumbled from my lips as he drove into me. The sensations were nearly unbearable.
And when his hand delved between our bodies to rub at my clit, I let out a scream that echoed in the shuttle. Never had I ever felt so good. It was so intense. So overwhelming. So perfect.
My channel was fluttering like crazy, clenching and shaking around his thick cock. I screamed again as ecstasy blinded my vision in a bright explosion of light.
Ror’k’s hips jerked violently behind me, and he let out a sound that was loud enough to be a roar. His hot cum soaked me from the inside out. But I didn’t care. I felt so fucking good. I clung to him and rode the high until we both started to coast down.
Ror’k collapsed onto me, and I gasped for breath.
“Sorry, I am heavy.”
He rolled to the side to lie next to me instead, one arm still around me.
“No, you’re perfect. That was perfect.”
He grinned, looking proud of himself. I was spent, even though he’d done most of the work. I lay in his arms and closed my eyes, enjoying the sounds of our breathing and the way his heart beat next to mine.
After a long, wonderful moment, he rolled off.
“Stay right there. The towels should be clean again.”
That towel cleaner was sure coming in handy, because when he returned with a warm, damp towel to clean me up, I was ready to give the inventor my life savings. All clean and dry again, we stayed in the sleeping nook to relax together.
***
“Do you think it’s still there?” I asked when I finally pulled my clothes back on.
“What is still there?” Ror’k looked confused.
“The centicreep.”
“Oh, I’d forgotten about it.”
I giggled. “It was that good, huh?”
He grinned. “It was.” He tied his loincloth back on with practiced movements. “Let’s see if it’s still there.”
He turned on the external feed, and despite expecting to see a centicreep on the shuttle, I still yelped when I saw the underside of its belly.
“Eww! It’s so disgusting.”
I thought of the first time I’d ever seen a scourge. The visceral reaction was still the same.
“Does it ever go away?” I asked. “I mean, the disgust and fear every time I see them.”
“The disgust remains forever. But I do not know about the fear. I have never feared them. I only have a drive to rid them from the universe.”
“I see. I remember the first time I ever saw a flyer like it was yesterday.”
He cocked his head, listening, his horns looking almost too big and heavy for his body. “Tell me.”
“They’d just announced a statewide curfew for everyone that day on the morning news.
We’d all seen the reports of giant space bugs rampaging through the streets of New York, but a lot of us couldn’t fathom them showing up in Franklin.
I wasn’t even sure the videos I’d seen were real.
I mean, space bugs? Really? And their musclebound alien warrior counterparts were here to help us fight? ” I eyed Ror’k.
“We are pretty unbelievable,” he said, flexing his arms.
I chuckled. “You are. Well, I went on a final grocery run that day, braving the crowds and possible trampling in search of that elusive package of toilet paper. Yes, I really needed it. No, I wasn’t hoarding.
It was in that parking lot full of angry, impatient people and screaming children when I saw my first flyer. ”
Larger than my minivan, the winged alien that looked for all the world like a scorpion with wings had swooped down without warning, snatching up the whiny child just a few cars down.
The next few seconds after had been utter pandemonium.
The honking, the screaming, the crying… they all coalesced into a wall of noise.
I shuddered at the memory and found myself wrapped up in Ror’k’s arms.
“I was super lucky that I was at the very back of the parking lot. Survival instincts told me to drop everything, get in the car, and drive. So I did.”
I’d driven with blinders on, leaving the massacre behind, refusing to look anywhere that wasn’t straight ahead.
“I was two blocks from home when I got stuck in traffic. And the scuttlers came.”
I wasn’t sure what was worse, the Rottweiler-sized creatures with many legs and front claws that reminded me of praying mantises, or the flying scorpions.
“They attacked everything and anything that moved. I stopped the car, locked the doors, though I had no idea how much that helped, then hid, covering myself with a blanket.”
I’d already read articles saying that these creatures hunted by smell, but there were literally dozens of screaming and bleeding people all around me.
But no claws came tearing into the windows of my minivan.
And no saw-edged mandibles lunged for me.
And when it was all quiet again, minutes or hours, I didn’t know, I poked my head out to survey the carnage.
Jackets and bags lay abandoned on the street.
There were splotches of blood on the ground, but no bodies.
I knew where they were—all taken back to the nest to feed the swarm.
Flyers still circled above, and I waited for them to leave, my eyes glued to my phone screen as the reports came in.
“By the time I thought it was safe enough to continue driving home, men in uniform had already arrived. They escorted me home, then told me to keep listening for news of a potential evacuation or a safe location to meet.”
The news never came. Nothing did. We were already on our own.
“I saw my first Xarc’n warrior a few days later.”
It had to be one of the hunters here. I never did figure out which one it was for sure, but if I had to guess, I’d say it was Jorg’k.
He’d been the one clearing the scourge in the area where our group had settled after realizing the world would never be the same, and we were better working together than trying to survive alone.
“What was your first reaction to us?”
I thought about it. “That you guys were scary. Strong, and on our side. But scary.”
“And now?”
“Now I’m glad we all teamed up.”
He looked pensive for a moment, then said, “Yes, we are a good team.”