Chapter 6 – Vidar
SIX
VIDAR
I was surprised she trusted me to carry her after everything.
I hadn’t meant to kill that man, even if I considered him vile for trying to harm her.
Death wasn’t the solution. My planet hadn’t had a murder since the Artificial Intelligence wars and I loathed myself for playing a part in the man’s death.
What would the imperium think of my reports?
Or the Alliance? None of this had been a part of the plan.
I’d planned to scare him or stun him, but death? I’d never considered taking a life, especially not the life of a civilian or a scientist.
I clutched Minerva to my chest and ran like I was in the Polluxian wilderness again.
The air on her planet was thick with water, and nearly too difficult for me to breathe but I maintained a steady pace and it was only fifteen minutes before we arrived outside the Georgetown home where her friend John Billings lived.
There was one light on downstairs in his dwelling. I set Minerva on the ground and she snaked her hand through mine.
“You’re sure that we can trust Dr. Billings?”
“We’ve had our awkward moments but John cares for me. I know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.”
“We shouldn’t stay here very long. We need to get to Vermont.”
“We will.”
“You go knock on the door.”
Using my implant and my instincts, I scanned the street for any soldiers or weapons. While their primitive bullets bounced off my skin, Minerva didn’t have that blessing and I hated the thought of her being so vulnerable.
She approached John’s front door and planted three tepid knocks. I heard shuffling about the floorboards and John murmuring to himself. He opened the door and dropped his dinner on the ground.
“Minerva,” he breathed, “You’re alive.”
“Johnny, I need your help. I have the alien.”
“What do you mean you have the alien?”
“Please, don’t call anyone. I’m safe. He’s safe. If you let us in, I’ll explain everything.”
“I was interviewed for three hours by special forces today about the escape,” John huffed.
Perhaps he wouldn’t help us the way Minerva said he would, I thought.
“It wasn’t an escape.”
“You set him loose then?”
“Johnny, please. Trust me. Let me in…”
“Alright then. Where is he? Come in. But I’m warning you, this house is armed.”
His threat didn’t sound convincing to me. But it made him feel better so I did not contradict the little man by telling him that I could crunch his bones in my left hand.
I stepped behind Minerva, keeping my head bowed low. John gasped when he saw me. I could see his heart rate going up, even if he attempted to keep his cool so as not to make me aware of his terror. He had no idea about the implant and I appreciated that Minerva could keep my secret safe for me.
John ushered us inside, fidgeting nervously with his thumbs.
“You could get me into deep shit, Minerva.”
“I know John, I’m sorry. I didn’t know who else to trust. I didn’t want to make it worse.”
“Make it worse?” John hissed, “There’s a manhunt all over Maryland and Washington for you. They’re saying you leaked government secrets and that you’re some kind of crazy murderer.”
“That’s not true.”
“Of course I know it’s not true! But Minnie, Dr. Trout is dead. How did he…” John trailed off.
“Vidar didn’t kill him,” Minnie insisted before I could explain myself.
“There was glass everywhere. Blood. A recovered bullet and a gun.”
“The bullet bounced off Vidar’s skin.”
“This alien has a name? How can you know its name when none of us have ever heard him speak.”
“I can speak,” I uttered words for the first time to another one of my captors. John Billings scared me the least. He was frightened and despite his best efforts to impress Minerva with his tough face, he was more frightened than she was.
John thrust his hands into his pocket, looking me up and down in the ridiculous earth clothing I’d put on.
His expression softened once he took a closer look at me.
Hearing my voice apparently humanized me to him — made me seem like less of a monster despite the fact I towered over him about as much as I towered over Minerva.
“You two sit. I’ll make some tea for you both and we’ll discuss what happens next.”
“He needs to rest a day or two before we get on our way.”
“You’ll have to get on your way quickly. We’ll all be brought in for more questioning tomorrow and if anyone finds out that I’ve spoken to you, I’m toast.”
“No one will find out.”
“Sit,” John replied with a sigh, “I’ll have your tea soon.”
Minerva sat, but I couldn’t. His house was small, cramped compared to Polluxian dwellings. Even a large house for a large human was inadequate for me.
My ship would be better, but the hunk of metal sat deep in a Vermont forest, obscured by my camouflage devices. Only my implant could drop the camouflage enough to reveal it.
“Vidar, your pacing is making me nervous,” Minnie confessed.
I’d been so lost in thought that I hadn’t thought of her in a few moments. She was still worried, but it was only natural.
“Sorry. I worry that we are not safe here,” I murmured.
“John is cooperating. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“Your country’s military might be primitive, but they believe there’s an alien on the loose. They’ll throw everything they have at this and more.”
“Don’t worry,” she insisted.
Her friend, Dr. Billings, returned with the tea.
Although she trusted him, I wasn’t sure if I could.
Still, I sat for tea and tried to ignore his stares.
He was a scientist, I told myself, and that meant he had a natural desire to sate his curiosity about how alien I was.
Once Minerva explained our situation, he asked me questions about my home planet.
“How far away is your home world?”
“Why did you decide to come to earth?”
“Is this an alien invasion?”
I avoided revealing the true nature of my mission. While the situation had expanded beyond my control, there was no need to risk the lives of the other two who had come here.
I tried to answer him honestly. I told him about Pollux, and how far away it was. I talked about the twin stars and the twin planets and I explained the war with the artificial lifeforms that our ancestors had created.
The Castoreans, a race of metallic robots, had risen up from their servitude and as they attempted to escape and forge their own home world, my people slaughtered them.
When the artificial intelligence fought back, a long and bloody war that lasted five hundred years ensued.
Now, we were at relative peace, but the tension between our races could break at any minute.
I even had to explain that yes, I was 200 years old. Minerva hung onto every word and so did John. She wanted these questions answered as much as he did. She rested her hand on my shoulder. Her closeness eased my mind.
Once we were finished our tea, John announced that he was exhausted and needed rest. My implants could sense he was honest about his tiredness. He sent us to his guest bedroom and Minerva shut the door behind us, sighing.
“You are worried,” I murmured, holding her close to me again.
“Yes. I am. We’re putting John at risk. I want to contact my family but I know it’s not safe.”
“You’re doing the right thing,” I whispered, “You’re protecting them.”
“How did this all get so far out of control?”
“It was my fault. I wanted to defend you. I needed to keep you safe.”
She looked up at me, tiptoeing, and still unable to reach my lips.
“I like that you want to protect me.”
Staring at her round face and her pretty brown eyes, I couldn’t help but want to touch her again, the way we had before. I lifted her off the ground. She didn’t fight my grasp. I pressed her against John’s wall, ducking my head so I wouldn’t hit it on his light fixtures.
I leaned in and kissed her. I expected resistance from her, especially considering the day we had.
My implants and the feeling of her warm body in my grasp told me that she had other desires that she was unwilling to express.
How interesting, I thought. These earthling aliens are unable to suppress their desires the way that our females do.
In that sense, they are more like male Polluxians and well suited to our hunger.
I pushed her up against the wall, kissing her harder and more passionately than before.
I used my hips to pin her against the wall and took her hands, pinning them over her head and pressing her there with enough force that she couldn’t move.
Minerva wriggled her hips, testing my grip strength and I pressed her against the wall even harder.
She kissed me back, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. The suction cups on my tongue tasted every inch of her lips. She was sweet, like melted candy, and her puffy pink lips tussled with mine so eagerly that all three of my tentacles rose to stiff attention in my overly tight sweatpants.
Minerva giggled.
“I can feel them squirming,” she whispered.
It was nice to see her smile again, to find a moment in all the mess where she could carve out some happiness. Minerva reached her small hands down my sweatpants and I flinched as her cold palm struggled to wrap around one of my tentacles. She could barely fit her hand all the way around.
“You’re eager, little earthling,” I murmured, kissing her neck and my suction cups tasted the pheromones on her neck, arousing me even further.
Her skin heated to my touch and I let her hand explore my tentacles as she touched me to arousal. When she was ready for me, her ankles gripped the waistband of my sweatpants and shifted them over my tail.
It probably helped that she kept my tail covered around John, but in the privacy of the bedroom, I craved freedom.
I released my three tentacles, ready for them to find their way inside her.
Minerva unfortunately was still dressed, a problem I had every intention of amending.
I wriggled her out of her dress and my palms touched her bare hips for the first time.
She was neither thin nor plump, around average size for a woman with curves in all the right places and a soft tummy, that aroused me each time I touched it. I sucked at her neck as I slipped her underwear around her thighs and discarded it.
“When we’re finished, will you go to sleep again?” She whispered.
“Yes. I will. But John will give us as long as we need so long as you ask it. He cares for you, Minerva…”
She squealed, unwilling to put a stop to the direction our lustful encounter was taking.
I eased my first tentacle from my pants and spread her pussy lips apart with it to find they were already slick.
As my suction cups began to work the pink flesh between her legs, she moaned and erupted in an instant climax.
Her hair fell from its ponytail, draping majestically down her shoulders. The black tresses, her soft pink flesh, and her eager legs tightening around my torso aroused me further and I brought another tentacle to her entrance, readying myself to push my way into her tight, hot, pink sleeve.
She moaned as the tip began to stretch past her entrance.
That was the part I enjoyed the most, teasing that tight elastic entrance open and watching Minerva’s mouth twist in pleasure as I thrust inside her one sordid inch at a time.
With one tentacle pressed between her lips and vibrating in slow pulses, I thrust two inches inside her, focusing my attention on her fleshy g-spot and titillating her until she gasped for breath and dug her nails into my muscular shoulder.
As she moaned, I bent my head to her neck and sucked on her flesh as I pushed another inch or two inside her, stretching her out and getting her nice and wet for my final tentacle. As her juices and mine oozed out of her tight, swollen holes, I thrust between her legs, plunging deeper and deeper.
As I moved deeper into the tight pink hole presented to me, Minerva cried out louder, and louder.
She bounced up and down on my hard indigo tentacle and as the suction cups kissed and licked at the inner walls of her tight earthling pussy, she rode me to the edge of another intense climax and her tight human pussy clamped hard around my tentacles as she reached her release.
I grunted and thrust into her again, my third tentacle tickling her backdoor in preparation for thrusting deep into her tight little asshole as I stimulated her clit and pounded her tight pussy.
As she bounced up and down, I teased some of the lubrication from her wetness on her ass and started to open it up.
“Please,” she whimpered, “Give it to me harder… harder…”
I could do that. While I feared destroying her tiny human body with my seven foot wall of muscle, I had to have her and experience every inch of my new human lover. Perhaps this isn’t what the consul had in mind, but what better way to learn about human interactions than wrapped up in sordid bliss.
I pulled her hair slightly so her neck tilted towards me and she went wild, bucking her hips against my cock and practically begging for my third tentacle to fill her asshole.
She came over and over again and in the throes of her climax I picked just the right time to fill her tight earthling bottom with my long, hard tentacle cock.
She cried out loud as I filled her pussy and ass with my cocks and I sped up the vibrations on her swollen clit as I plunged in and out of her tight little pussy.
“OHHH, yes, Vidar…” she whimpered.
As her high-pitched human voice cried out in a mixture of desire and arousal, she pushed me close to the edge. Taking my large purple hands, I massaged her breasts as I plunged into her tight holes and pleasured her clit. I stared directly into her eyes as I made her cum all over my tentacles.
As I probed her tight puckered asshole and drove my tentacle into her pussy, she moaned and grabbed hard onto my shoulders.
I vibrated more between her clit and she exploded again.
These non-stop explosions and her pussy wrapping tightly around my aroused cocks only made it harder for me to stay sane and strong.
I pressed her hands up against the wall again and thrust my hips between her legs and as she climaxed one more time, I couldn’t hold myself back.
I grunted and filled her again with my seed. She wrapped her ankles around me, pressing into the base of my tail which whipped back and forth with excitement as she wrapped her legs around me tightly, pulling my tentacles deeper inside her.
When I pulled out of her and set her on the ground, my seed dripped all over her thighs. I leaned back and sat on the tiny, human sized bed John left us to sleep on. It was small, but my metabolism had already slowed and sleep would overcome me soon. Minerva dressed and urged me to sleep.
“I’ll handle John,” she assured me, “You get some rest.”
My heavy lids drew closed.