Chapter 2 #8
He closes the distance between us and stands beside the bed like a golden god. I am too intimidated to dare touch him, and he seems to understand that, so he reaches out, takes my hand gently, and puts it directly on his top cock.
I tentatively wrap my hand around it. My thumb and fingers do not meet in the effort, I notice.
He must be a lot bigger than a human man would be.
I find him hot and throbbing. I have never been with a man before.
I’ve had better things to do, like survive, and build the kind of career that gets me out of the worst of the cyber-slums. I knew that having sex might mean getting pregnant, might mean losing my chance to get out. So I didn’t.
Even when I did get out, got a real job, and everything seemed like it was going to be okay, I was still scared, distracted, and busy, working and fighting with the lame guys in the office.
I can’t imagine fucking someone like Rustle, for instance.
But this alien with the monster cocks is making me feel desires I’ve never really let myself experience before.
The feeling I get on contact is… it’s like having something switched on inside me. He made me come in the shuttle, I think that was real, but I didn’t know how to think about it because all I could do was feel about it.
“Open your mouth,” he says firmly, but gently.
“Huh?” I am almost too innocent to know what he means, but then he reaches out and cups under my chin and helps me open for him.
The head of his alien cock slides in between my lips and I taste him for the first time.
His skin feels warm and somehow thick, more like hide than skin.
There is a flavor almost immediately, hard to completely describe, but warm and rich and dominant.
I didn’t think you could taste dominance, but maybe you can.
He holds himself still and lets me explore for long moments.
I am fascinated by his form. I want to touch every part of him.
My desire is becoming impossible to contain.
I reach for his thighs, his torso, the hard planes of muscle of his abdomen, which feel much the same way in terms of thick powerful hide.
Arkon pulls back a little, letting my jaw relax. The moan of complaint I make as he does is primal. I wanted more of him, even though I could barely take him.
“Easy,” he says, keeping me in place with his lower right hand. “Your appetite is impressive, but I fear your desire is a little more intense than your capacity. Here…”
He presents the second cock to my lips, and this one, below the hard rod of the first that is now almost entirely upright against his belly.
This one is a fraction smaller, and it fits inside my mouth, giving me the satisfaction of suckling on his alien rod.
The more I wrap my lips and tongue around him, the more that erotic flavor seeps across my tongue.
“Gods,” he groans. “You are an incredible little creature. Look at you, so hungry for me.”
The praise in his words is nothing compared to the praise in his voice.
He is making me feel like I am being such a good girl, and the feeling of being good for him is so warm I want to chase it all the way to the base of his cock, which I very nearly get to before he growls and pulls me back slowly.
I look up at him with a little smile and am rewarded with a very pleased expression in his nebula eyes.
“Let me explore you,” he growls softly.
And then his hands are on my body, all four of them exploring me at the same time, arranging my limbs the way he wants them, pinning me one way, then turning me the other. There is no escaping his grip, and I am too wet and needy to try.
“I forget I am supposed to be punishing you,” he murmurs.
“Punish me?” I whine the words as my hips gyrate with need. I want to feel his glowing warm fingertips on my pussy again, this time without any fabric between me and him. I want to feel his cocks, both inside me. One after the other.
“I think, for now, punishing you might mean denying you what you want as a needy little virgin.”
“But why?”
He pins me down on my back, one of his hands holding both my hands up over my head. He looks down at me while his other two hands hold my hips still to stop me from grinding. I need so badly to feel his pleasure. I am so turned on. It’s almost impossible to handle.
His right lower hand leaves my hip and moves between my legs, gently stroking my exposed sex. I quieten down immediately, because this is what I wanted, to feel his warm, glowing fingers directly on the most sensitive part of my body.
I let out a sound that contains pure pleasure and joy.
I’ve touched myself before, of course. I know how to make myself feel good, but he knows something more.
Within a very short time of exploring the tender folds of my sex, the wet entrance, and the excited little nub of my clit, he seems to understand exactly what to do.
He grazes over it lightly, then circles away from it entirely, putting pressure on the mound of my pussy to draw it out more.
I still can’t move. He shifts his grip on me a little, one hand containing both wrists, then another resting below my throat, and the third clamping my hip down.
I am pinned in place and all I can do is hope that he will keep pleasuring me like I need.
“Uh-uh,” he says gently when I try to shift my hips up more forcefully. “You don’t need to move. You need to take what you are given like the good girl you are.”
His words are almost as hot as the way he is touching me, gliding up and down the length of my slit, circling my heated bud, threatening to tip me into an absolute frenzy, but holding me on the verge of that and everything else.
I feel so helpless, so weak, but so completely cared for, all at the exact same time.
I have to wonder how he knows to do this.
“Are you going to let me…”
“Come again? Oh, no, pet,” he purrs. “But I am going to see how long you can stay here, like this, absorbing pleasure.”
He lets the warm tips of his fingers touch my clit in a soft circle, just once before gliding away. The hand that was just on my neck moves down to cup and play with my breasts. I feel energy thrumming right down my spine to the core of my being, then tingling out to all my extremities.
He is not going to fuck me. He is not even going to let me come. He is just going to do… this.
I fall asleep still in that haze of unrequited need. I didn’t think I’d be able to rest while I was that wound up, but I must have been more tired than I thought.
I wake up wrapped in two of his arms, unable to move or escape. He wakes up as I stir and gives me a look. “Sleep well?”
I am surprised that I can say yes.
* * *
Arkon
I do not need more than three hours sleep a night, but I laid here for almost ten with the human. She spent a great amount of the night tossing and turning, but I found that when I wrapped her up a little tighter, she would settle.
It has been fascinating watching her, though I know I am missing an almost endless set of missives from the others on this project. They expect me to be in with the human today.
“Hey,” she says.
“Hmm?”
“Who were we being attacked by? In the ship?”
“The Kensington Group.”
She snorts.
“What?”
“I come all this way, to the most alien part of the universe, and our OPs are called The Kensington Group?”
“It stands for something much longer and entirely unspeakable,” I explain. “They are competing with us to discover the Omicron Particle.”
“Right. The particle that collapses the seen and unseen into a third thing.”
She has a human’s understanding of what we are doing, but that is what we need. A simple mind. A simple eye. An uncomplicated creature who will not have a complex relationship to what is being uncovered. Sometimes, the universe will not unleash its magic for anything other than an innocent.
“Yes,” I say.
“What’s the third thing?”
“We don’t know yet,” I tell her. “But the implications are far reaching.”
“All of this for some implications? You brought me all this far? To do what, exactly?”
She is so adorable when she is confused.
“It’s going to become clear,” I tell her. “But for now, you need some breakfast. I want you well fed for your first day of work.”
“There’s really work?”
“Yes,” I laugh. “There’s work. I did not have you sent all this way merely to be a toy, though, I grant you, you would make a most excellent toy.”
She blushes and tries not to look pleased and fails entirely, then she tries not to seem turned on and is once again betrayed by the bouquet of pheromones that is filling the air.
“What is for breakfast?”
“Well, I have some human-safe foods, but you have to promise me you won’t eat anything that isn’t intended for you. Some of the foodstuffs we can consume would not sit well with you at all.”
“What would happen if I ate it?”
“You’d be ill, and depending how much you ate, you might even not survive it. So. Human rations only. Understand?”
I tap her nose gently to emphasize the point, which makes her smile.
“I get it,” she says.
* * *
Evie
His food smells so delicious I can barely stand it.
My gruel, by comparison, is barely edible.
I don’t want to seem ungrateful, but the prospect of just eating this for the next few months makes me absolutely miserable.
I love food. I love all kinds of food. I love savory.
I love sweet. I love meat. I love vegetables.
I love… I can’t stop thinking about all the things I’d have if I could have them.
And then there’s him, Arkon, downing what looks like a truly delicious plate of rolled-up dried meats.
“I can’t have any of that?”
“These come from a toxic predator,” he says. “There’s a venom that we’ve adapted to be able to metabolize over the years.”
“But how do you know I don’t have the metabolic stuff to do it too? I might? It smells so nice.”