191. Biological Imperative
191
Biological Imperative
M aya
My eyes burn with hot tears, so I flip onto my side facing away from him. Luckily, with my eyes filled with tears I can’t see the carnage on the screen.
Is it possible? It sounds like if a drop of his saliva backwashed into my vein, it would have contaminated my system.
“I would have died before I knowingly did this, Maya,” he says as he slings his arm around my waist.
When I stiffen every muscle in my body, he gets the hint and backs away.
Shit. I believe him. It’s not his fault. Maybe I’ll be lucky and humans won’t react like female Xenons.
We’re completely different species. A few protein chains couldn’t turn me into a vampire. It’s ridiculous, really.
It’s not his fault, and instead of shutting him out, I’d like his support. When I flip back around, he looks as broken up about this as I feel.
The sound of mayhem drifts to us, possibly from another deck. I wonder which species I saw in the domed white holding tent is capable of a screeching roar like that. The Game isn’t slowing down on our account. I don’t have time to dawdle.
“How do you know it will do anything to me? I’m not your species.”
“I don’t,” he answers with a shrug.
I just lie here, as if I’m waiting for fangs to grow. My tongue is ceaselessly sliding back and forth across my teeth as if in search of a longer, sharper canine.
The more I think about it, the more preposterous it is. Instead, I focus on his face, which is quite attractive in an alien way. I’m not in love with the tusks, but otherwise I like the way he looks.
Especially his eyes, which are handsome when they’re not fading to white. But more than the way they look, it’s the way they’re looking at me that is so appealing. This isn’t the look of a horny guy on a date. This is the look of a guy who really likes you and wants to get to know you better.
“Tell me about yourself,” I ask. I’d like to get to know him better, and hopefully it will help me focus on something besides my worry that I’ll grow fangs.
“I rarely allowed myself to dream of having a female.”
He fingers one of the beads he braided into my hair as if it were made of gold.
“But when I did, I thought of times like this.”
I lift a brow. “Times like this waiting for the right number of people to die so you could be in a fight to the death?”
“Times like this with my female in my arms as we whispered about nothing important. As we gazed into each other’s eyes. I know you must hate this, Maya, but having you next to me fulfills many of my dreams.”
Poor guy. Too bad waking up and being told you’ve been in stasis for almost two thousand years qualifies as a good day for him. But I know what he’s saying. The enormous male has a kind heart.
Suddenly, heat surges through me. It’s not like a temperature you get when you’re sick. This is like a wildfire whipping through my body at the speed of light.
“Ah!” I shout, trying to say his name.
All my muscles contract at once and I tighten into a ball, my head almost bashing his stomach as I squeeze into the fetal position. As I force myself to breathe and try to ignore the agony invading every cell in my body, I realize my face is inches from his cock.
This is nothing like a while ago, when I noticed he smelled delicious. His masculine musk invades my nostrils. It’s beckoning me, so compelling it’s like I’m under the power of hypnosis.
Without thinking, without giving my fingers permission, I try to unwrap his chamois-like loincloth. When I can’t figure out the closure, I resort to brute force.
“NEED!” I shout at it as if the fabric could comply because of the sheer force of my demand.
“What, Maya?” A’Dar asks. He’s trying to keep his voice calm, but it’s tinged with fear.
“COCK!”
Another spasm convulses through my body, tightening my muscles until they feel so taut I fear they’ll all snap in two.
His fingers work furiously until his cock is unbound.
“Tell,” I whimper, wishing I could form more than one-word sentences.
“I don’t know what’s happening, Maya. If I did, I would tell you. The computer said the couple in machta feed each other blood and sexual essence until their DNA intertwines, connecting them and binding them together for life.”
I don’t know how my human brain, a part of me that never believed in extraterrestrials, now knows it needs what he calls “essence,” but by God, instinct tells me that’s what I need and I’m going to get it.
I grip his enormous alien cock and lick the drop of pre-cum off the tip.
It hits my tongue with the force of an atom bomb. My primitive brain was right. I need this more than I need air to breathe.
His mottled-green cock is gorgeous as cocks go and doesn’t seem that much bigger than a human’s. Knobs dot the shaft between pulsing veins. Instead of looking formidable, I can’t help thinking they’d feel really good stroking inside me.
It’s generous, too, providing even more pre-cum from the deep slit in the crown.
I’m not thinking, simply functioning on impulse and instinct. Something inside me tells me I need his essence to curb the molten lava flowing through my veins.
The tang bursts on my tongue. It doesn’t taste horrible as I expected. In fact, just the opposite. It’s fresh and citrusy.
When he swipes a few more drops onto his finger and holds it toward my lips, I lap at it. Although nothing extraordinary happens on my end, I’m still burning up, it affects him. He groans. When I glance at him, his head is tipped back, the cords on his neck straining as he takes his pleasure, his fist slowly pumping from base to tip to produce more of the liquid I crave.
His cock shows its appreciation, too. Pulsing a steady stream of his essence for my delectation. He said there weren’t any women on his planet. I guess I’m his first sex partner. This must be a heady experience for him.
I’m not the only one who woke up to a whole new world this morning. The poor guy awakened to find out he’d been in stasis for the better part of two millennia. I imagine his mind is blown too.
“Open your mouth, sweet Maya. Take my essence.”
I open wide, readying myself for his monster cock to breach my lips and thrust—hard—but instead, he lays the plump head of his cock on my tongue and continues to stroke himself, now producing a steady stream of pearly liquid.
He’s feeding his cum to me as it cascades onto my tongue. There’s something otherworldly about this. Otherworldly, yeah, I guess that goes without saying.
But this powerful seven-foot male is keeping himself leashed, doling out his liquid, trying in his own way to make this process as easy on me as it can be.
Suddenly, everything changes. Perhaps it was the speed at which he’s providing his cum. My body demands more by punishing me with another spasm so agonizing I open my mouth but can only produce a silent scream.
He gives me another deposit, only this time the liquid itself heats a path down my esophagus and into my stomach.
The fires of hell explode in my belly, then ricochet to my brain. As I gasp, my lids fly open, my gaze seeking his for reassurance as I whimper in fear.
“Maya. We could stop. It’s too painful.”
His hand has stilled, and he’s jacked his ass back so no more semen drips onto my tongue.
Painful? Is this painful? It’s fiery like Szechuan Chicken, but no, not painful. Although my mind wants to say something is boiling through me, it’s not hot. It’s like some biological light switch just flipped on.
I want more. This is primitive and mysterious, but my body reduced my pain level. It seems to know what it wants and I’m going to trust it.
“More,” I demand. I grab him by the cock and pull him toward me.
Instead of letting him continue to dole out his donations, I take control of the process. Gripping his ass with both hands, I pull him toward me as I ease his cock into the warmth of my mouth.
“Maya!” his voice is filled with surprise and awe. His obvious appreciation thrills me, tightening my stomach and increasing my desire.
Something cool and arousing rolls through my body, tripping every wire, igniting every neuron. I decide to give this alien the ride of his life as I find a way to quench the fires burning inside me.
Engulfing as much of him as I can manage, I take him deep. Rolling my tongue around his thick shaft, I suck him as I lift my lips toward the crown, then slam farther down his shaft, trying to make him come.
Something primitive and desperate and demanding is happening in my body and I don’t have the inclination or the energy to fight it.
All higher thought has abandoned me as something in the back of my mind keeps urging me to suck him and pleasure him until he shoots down my throat. I want his cum to a degree I’ve never desired anything before. Urgent. I have a desperate need for his essence.
Only it’s something more. It’s not just a biological imperative. It’s lust. A million lightning bugs are fluttering inside me, ramping me up, driving me to explode.
Want, want, want . It’s a mantra in my mind as I fuck him with my mouth. I’m desperate to please him and even more desperate for his release.
His hands are on the back of my head. It’s something I usually hate. I don’t like to be controlled when there’s a dick in my mouth. Especially an alien dick. A huge one. Instead of being scared, though, I welcome it.
He’s not forcing me. He’s hanging on for dear life as he grunts and then he lets loose his words.
“Your mouth is on my cock, Maya. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than your lips wrapped around me.”
His hips thrust as his fingers tighten in my hair.
“So warm. So… good. I want to give you my seed.”
His muscles coil as he readies to release.
His cock expands, filling my mouth even more fully, although I wouldn’t have thought it possible. Now he’s shooting into me. His hot semen bathing my throat as he roars his pleasure.
The back of my mind vaguely worries he’s giving away our location, but that thought is torn out of my brain as his cum works its magic on my body.
His warm liquid triggers an orgasm even more powerful than when I ground myself against his thigh. I scream with it. Perhaps louder than the alien attacking her enemy a few decks below. I’m pulsing and spasming and tornadoes of bliss are touching down inside me in the oddest places.
Usually my physical pleasure epicenter is my clit. Big orgasms occasionally expand to my pelvis. With this I’m having mini-orgasms in my thighs, my calves, my breasts. I could swear my nipples just came with the force of a Class One hurricane.
Although I drained him dry, I am still sucking him. I’ll keep sucking until he stops moaning. Which he hasn’t. And his whispers. His deep raspy voice is still murmuring non-stop words of pleasure that sing my praises.
“You’re so beautiful, so sensual. What did I do that pleased the gods so profoundly they gifted me with you?”
We may not know each other well, but no part of me wonders if he’s telling the truth. He really feels I’m a gift from the gods.
“Maya. Beautiful.”
And then my orgasms change. They’re morphing into something entirely different.
Whatever’s happening isn’t gentle. This is searing pain.