Chapter 25 Jean
I’ve never thought of myself as being the submissive type, but there is something in Scythro’s voice that compels me to obey. A note of stern command that brings me to my knees without question or hesitation.
Of course, the fact that it’s a matter of life and death certainly helps.
I remove my mask as quickly as I can, and I set it down on top of my pack, right next to Gerber’s motionless body.
For an instant, I am reminded of all those sleepless nights in the dark bedchamber aboard the Scarlet Ship—of all the shameful things I did in the little cherub’s presence.
Now that he’s deactivated, he cannot see what I’m about to do to Scythro.
That’s probably for the best.
Above me, the alien purrs in the darkness. His voice is black satin.
“Yoo-mun…”
Clever fingers weave through my hair, sending hot tingles racing down my spine.
I place my own fingers against his thighs for support, feeling the shape of his strong muscles flexing beneath taut leather.
I lean in and press a hungry kiss against his hard abdomen.
His skin feels good against my mouth. Warm and incredibly smooth.
I kiss lower, then lower still, stitching a frantic line down to the top of his pants.
My lips touch metal. My tongue tastes steel.
It takes me a moment to realize what it is I’m kissing. The pistol. Scythro must have tucked it into the front of his pants after he turned the flashlight off. The sound that escapes me is little more than a gasp, but it echoes like a shout.
“Vrish-nill, yoo-mun…”
I feel Scythro slide the gun out of his pants.
I suppose he probably sets it on the pile of gear next to us, but I’m not really sure.
I’m too focused on getting Scythro’s pants open.
There are more sounds welling up inside me now, and if we don’t do something to stop them, every alien for miles around will hear.
My fingers fumble in the dark. Scythro helps me. Together, we drag his pants down his thighs. His hard length swings free, smacking my chin in the dark. I gasp a second time.
Scythro doesn’t allow me a third.
Before I can make any more noise, the hand in my hair guides my head forward. His tip penetrates my open mouth. My lips instinctively close around him. Precum leaks, infusing my taste buds with a bittersweet flavor.
I moan in response, but the sound comes out muffled.
Better. Much better.
But Scythro seems to think we can do more. His hand coaxes my head forward, and his hard cock slides deeper inside my mouth. My tongue cradles his smooth shaft. I moan again, but this time the sound is even quieter than before.
It’s not that Scythro is blocking my voice exactly.
I’m sure I could still make quite a racket if I really wanted to, but something about having him inside me like this is oddly calming.
Something in the gentle way his hands steer my head, the sensitive way he twitches inside my mouth, the whispered words of affection in a language I cannot understand.
“Vel yoo-mun. Zreth vel…”
The purring returns, a sound so soft it isn’t really a sound at all. I can feel it vibrating between my circled lips. I can taste it in the deepest part of my throat.
There was a time when I thought a blowjob was only about the man’s pleasure.
Last night, Scythro disabused me of that notion.
Now, in this enveloping darkness, he is taking things to a whole other level.
The feeling of his hard arousal moving in and out of my mouth feels better than the best sex I ever had back on Earth, and my desire to feel my own orgasm is overshadowed by my desire to taste his.
I focus my attention completely on him. In this darkness, there is nowhere else to put it. It’s as if he and I are the only two beings in the whole universe. Nothing else exists except my mouth and his cock, and the sweet, wet friction of the one sliding against the other.
And then, just as I am about to lose myself completely, a sound intrudes. Footsteps.
We are not alone.
My immediate reaction is to pull away, but Scythro’s hand holds me firmly in place. It is probably for the best. Without him in my mouth, there is no telling what kinds of sounds I might start making. For a moment, his purring becomes ever so slightly louder, like a soothing caress.
He wants me to calm down. I try, but it doesn’t work. Someone’s down here in the mine with us. One of those bad guys Ghorak spotted with his telescope, I assume.
But how? They were still miles away when Scythro and I entered the mine. There’s no way someone could have followed us down here so quickly.
Unless…
Unless I’ve been going down on Scythro for longer than I realize.
I thought it had only been a few minutes, but now it occurs to me that it might have been longer than that.
There’s an ache in my knees that shouldn’t be there after such a short amount of time.
A thirst in my throat that doesn’t make sense so soon after breakfast.
God, how long have I been doing this? A half hour? An hour?
More?
My face heats with shock and shame, even as my heart races with a sense of impending danger. I can hear the footsteps growing closer now. A slow and heavy gait.
Thump… thump… thump…
Scythro’s purring softens, but the rest of him remains as hard as stone. The hand at the back of my head starts to move me, working my lips up and down his long shaft. His other hand is doing something near his hip. I touch it, and my heart jumps.
He’s gripping the handle of his dagger.
Thump… thump…. Louder. Thump… thump… Closer.
Panic surges through me. Panic and dread. Every atom of my being is screaming at me to get up and run, but the hand in my hair holds me firm. The hand, and the purring.
Thump… thump…
Scythro lets go of his dagger briefly. He moves his free hand to the side of my face. His thumb strokes the corner of my mouth, touching the place where his cock is penetrating me. And just like that…
My panic melts.
Not entirely, of course, but enough. Enough for me to trust Scythro to get us both through this alive. Enough to understand my own simple role: stay quiet, in spite of my urges.
I surrender and let it happen. I focus everything on him. All my attention, all my desire. I focus on the weight of him on my tongue. The tautness of his bare skin stretched over his hard inner core. The flavor of the precum leaking out of him in such vast quantities.
Thump… thump…
A light is coming down the tunnel. A lantern of some kind. It’s bright enough I can sense it through my closed eyelids. Whoever’s out there, they are only a few steps away from the alcove where Scythro and I are hiding.
I keep sucking. Scythro’s hand isn’t moving me anymore. I’m doing it all on my own now, taking him dangerously deep, using my hand to stroke the last few inches I can’t fit inside without gagging.
He’s going to kill someone. And he’s going to do it with his dick inside me.
That shouldn’t make me excited.
It shouldn’t make me wet.
Scythro’s purring intensifies again. If I could talk, I would tell him how unnecessary that is. I don’t need his comfort now; I only need his cum.
Then something occurs to me.
Maybe the purring isn’t for my benefit anymore.
Thump.
The footsteps come to a stop right beside our hiding place. Even with my eyes closed, the light seems incredibly bright. My heart is pounding so hard now, I wonder how the stranger can’t hear it.
A grunt.
A yawn.
Some muttered words.
And the footsteps (thump) start again (thump), moving farther down the tunnel, growing fainter and fainter with each ponderous step. I can sense Scythro loosening his grip on his dagger. He does not loosen his grip on my hair.
Unbelievable. The hunter was right there, right beside our hiding place. All he had to do was turn his head, and he would have seen us, but somehow the purring distracted him.
Scythro could have killed him easily, but he chose not to. Probably smart. If the dude went missing, his buddies would come looking for him. And if they found his body, they would start looking for his killer. Better to leave him alive, so they think the mine is empty.
But what happens when the guy comes back? Will Scythro use the same purring trick again? It seems a bit risky. The way our little alcove is angled, the guy would probably see us before he got close enough for Scythro to hypnotize him.
We should move.
Scythro seems to have a different idea. He grips my head with both hands and starts to thrust, using my mouth like it’s his own personal sex toy.
His cockhead grinds against my tongue. His balls tap my chin.
The tip of his tail is down between my legs, stroking my pussy through the material of my bodysuit.
We come together in the dark, my startled cries trapped by Scythro’s hard, hot flesh and his hot, sticky cum. Salted cream floods my mouth. It slides down my throat in warm, thick gobs. As it settles in my stomach, I start to understand.
Scythro agrees with me—we need to move—but in order to do that, he needs to take his dick out of my mouth.
And in order to do that, he needed to quell my urges a little.
The combination of our two orgasms seems to do the trick. As his cock finally slips from my mouth, I find that I’m able to stifle my own sounds—at least for the time being.
When Scythro flicks the flashlight on a moment later, I feel a twinge of disappointment that his pants are already pulled up again, and his fly is fully fastened. I would have liked to see his hard blue cock glistening with spit and seed.
A stern growl reminds me of the gravity of our situation, and I start to move.
I pull my mask on in case we need to communicate. Then I grab my survival pack and sling it over one shoulder. Last, I grab Gerber’s limp body. Scythro already has his own pack on. He’s holding the light in one hand and the pistol in the other.
“Follow me,” he whispers.
I do.
Together, we leave the alcove and start heading back in the direction we originally came from. On the way in, we passed lots of other transverse tunnels branching off from this one. I assume we’re going to hide in one of those.
We only make it a few yards, however, before we hear the first scream.
And more screams follow, the tone shifting from fear to pain. I’m pretty sure they’re coming from the alien who walked past our hiding place. Anyway, that’s the direction from which they seem to be originating.
But what the hell did he find down there that’s making him do that?
As abruptly as it started, the screaming stops.
Then a different sound fills the silence, quiet at first, but gradually getting louder. The sound of bugs—big ones, and lots of them—scuttling up the tunnel in our direction.