They hurried back to their quarters, finding that what members of their team were still there were sleeping. Quietly, his hands trembling due to nerves and excitement, Evan opened his locker and pulled out his sleeping bag. He pulled the pillows from his and Jade’s bunks, tossing them to her, his companion catching them in her four arms.
The pair made their way through the carrier’s winding hallways like they were on their way to commit a crime, giddily checking around corners to make sure that no officers were patrolling the corridors so late. They weren’t doing anything that was against regulations as far as they knew, but they didn’t want to have to explain why they were sneaking around the ship with handfuls of bedding in the middle of the night shift.
Evan knew exactly where he was going, leading Jade back to the secluded room. Once again, the door slid open with a touch of the panel, the two slipping inside before closing it behind them.
“Can you lock it?” Jade asked as Evan fiddled with the display, his sleeping bag tucked under one arm.
“Nah, looks like that would require an access code.”
“Oh well,” she chimed. “I guess we’ll just have to keep quiet, then, won’t we?”
He turned around to see her standing there, framed by the light that was bleeding in through the narrow window behind her. For the first time, he allowed himself to admire her unreservedly, to drink in the contours of her alien body without fear of how she or others might react. Maybe it was the fact that he was only now allowing himself to see her in this light, or maybe it was something to do with the pheromones, but her feminine features leapt out at him more than ever.
From the moment that he had seen her walking over from her dropship on Kerguela’s surface, he had noted her oddly human traits. Now that he knew more about her heritage, about her purpose, she seemed almost to have been sculpted specifically to please the male eye. There was nothing coincidental about the way that her thorax armor pinched her narrow waist like a corset, nothing accidental about the way that her hips flared out into a fertile hourglass. Her thighs were thick and inviting, tapering into willowy, digitigrade legs. Her two-toed feet were like the dainty hooves of a deer, Jade balancing on them with all the grace of a ballerina. There was nothing clumsy about her, nothing unnecessary, her form somehow honed into a thing of both beauty and efficiency by her Queen’s unfathomable intelligence. Once again, he marveled at how her tank top made it look like she was nude from the waist down. Even though her skirt was protecting her modesty, her inner thighs could still be glimpsed between its hanging plates, left conspicuously exposed. The skin there was waxy, shiny, catching the light like a buffed car. Her body was still a mystery to him – he had no idea where her armor ended and her natural figure began, but he was only moments away from figuring that out for himself.
“I guess my worries about being too alien for your tastes were unfounded,” she said, cocking her hips in a way that only exaggerated her curves. “This isn’t a museum, y’know. You can look with your hands if you want to…”
He didn’t need to be persuaded, a surge of desire propelling him across the tiny room. She dropped her pillows, and he tossed his sleeping roll aside, Evan sweeping her up in his arms. She was a head shorter than he was, if one didn’t take her branching horn into account, Jade having to stand on her toes and lift her chin to meet his kiss. Their lips joined, Evan taking the initiative this time, resting her head in his hand as he leaned into her. This embrace was more passionate than their last, Evan reveling in the texture of her lips as she matched his greedy pace with equal vigor. They were so plump, as soft as marshmallows, full enough that he didn’t even come into contact with the firm plates that surrounded them. All pretension of modesty was abandoned, the veil of propriety lifted, that flowery perfume filling his lungs with each staggered breath. They were alone in this sanctum, with nobody to judge them and no idea of where their desire might take them. As Hernandez had said – they would have to find out together.
Becoming more brazen, Evan parted her lips with his tongue, pushing deeper. She tasted familiar, just like a woman should, and he found himself wondering if her scent was muddling reality and memory. Something greeted him, coiling around his tongue like a fleshy rope, Evan quickly realizing that it was her proboscis. It was far thinner than his own organ – maybe the width of his finger, but it was muscular, prehensile. Where he expected the slow, deft strokes of a practiced lover, he instead found darting exploration. She was mapping his foreign organ, glancing across its surface, tickling him. His body was as alien to her as hers was to him.
He tried to lead by example, slowing his pace, entwining his tongue with her own. She quickly got the picture, matching his movements in a sordid dance. Her proboscis was slippery with her saliva, its surface as smooth as silk, winding across the flat of his tongue now like a snake crawling across a dune. It was a strange, novel sensation, but one that he welcomed. Her four hands clawed at his uniform all the while, clinging to him, Jade taking handfuls of the fabric for purchase.
As their heated kiss dragged on, he felt her antennae brush against his face, the sensation akin to someone dragging a feather lightly across his skin. She was tasting him, or maybe smelling him, sampling the pheromones that exuded from his pores with all the gentleness of a lover’s caress. It was like a drug to her. He could feel her shiver in his arms with each stroke of her antennae, her embrace growing ever more unreserved as it dragged on. That probing organ slid into his mouth now, repaying his curiosity in kind, drawing shapes on his palate with its twisting motions. It was long enough to reach the back of his throat, Jade drawing back when she felt him tense.
Finally, they parted with a wet pop, Evan leaning back to see Jade gazing up at him with longing in her eyes. She was breathing just as heavily as he was, her thorax expanding rhythmically in spite of her lack of lungs.
“Did I do that right?” she asked, her voice wavering. “That felt like I did it right.”
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “You did good.”
Now that he had crossed the threshold, a newfound confidence was swelling in his chest, and Jade seemed to be just as uncertain as he was. He released her onto unsteady legs, Jade reaching up to fiddle with one of her antennae nervously as he spread out the sleeping bag on the deck.
As he stood up again, he felt Jade pounce on him from behind. She seemed to have regained some of her prior assertiveness. Her four arms wrapped around his core, feeling for the buttons on his uniform.
“Let me undress you,” she insisted, turning him around to face her. “I want to unwrap you like a birthday present.”
He glanced down as her deft fingers began to peel open his shirt, exposing his bare chest. The environment on the carrier was kept at a constant temperature and humidity, so he rarely felt the need to wear underclothes while off-duty. As she spread the garment open with her upper hands, the lower began to explore him, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscular core. They were soft, fleshy, devoid of carapace when her protective gloves were off. Her skin was smoother than that of a human, devoid of any imperfections, and she had no fingernails. There wasn’t a hair or a goosebump on her, making it feel like she was wearing latex gloves, but the warmth of her touch quickly dispelled that notion.
She pressed her fingers into his belly, testing the firmness of his muscles, the sensation making him tense up reflexively. As a Marine, the high physical requirements of his lifestyle kept him in good shape without him really having to work at it, and she seemed pleased by what she found. Did she even have any concept of what a man should look like? Maybe she was attracted to his human traits just as he was attracted to hers.
“Not so squishy after all,” she muttered, roaming up towards his chest. “I’ve never, uh…seen a human so close before. Not like this…”
“You must have been curious about human anatomy at some point,” he prompted, all four of her hands roaming across his exposed torso now. It was such a strange feeling, his senses insisting that he was being groped by two women at once. “Didn’t you ever search for it on the colony’s intranet?”
“Not…often,” she admitted. If she could blush, her face would have been as red as a beet. She changed direction, slowly moving down towards his waist, the tips of her delicate fingers brushing the waistband of his shorts where his coveralls were open. He shrugged off the top portion of the garment, letting it fall around his waist, then began to slide it down over his thighs.
As he let it fall to the deck, Jade paused, her eyes lingering on the conspicuous bulge in his underwear. After their heated kiss, he was already at half-mast, her curious explorations only arousing him further.
She hooked her fingers around the elastic waistband, dragging it down until his erection bounced free, her emerald eyes lingering on its unfamiliar shape. Her antennae tickled his chest as she brought her hands to his member, hesitating for a moment as though afraid to touch him. She quickly overcame her doubt, her questing fingers roaming up and down his shaft with a feather-light touch. One of her smooth digits ran from its base to its tip, tracing a throbbing vein, her long lashes batting as it twitched at her touch.
“They look a lot bigger in person,” she said with a nervous chuckle. “Listen, you’re hotboxing the room with pheromones, and it’s driving me crazy. Hurry up and undress me before I do it for you.”
“Where should I start?” he asked, looking her up and down.
“How about the shirt?” she suggested, her tone sly. “You’re curious about what’s underneath it, right? I’ve caught you looking before.”
Evan reached down to grip the hem of the tank top, slowly lifting it, his member pulsing along with the quickening beat of his heart. The V-shaped plate that covered her groin rose high on her hips, where it connected to the carapace that protected her torso. As he lifted it further, he saw more exposed, pink flesh. Running from her groin to her sternum was a vaguely diamond-shaped window in her shell, exposing her soft, unarmored midriff like a piece of lingerie or a provocative swimsuit. The plates interlocked, flexible and segmented so as not to limit her range of motion. Like a corset, the shell pinched her waist, giving her an irresistible hourglass figure. Evan couldn’t help but slide one of his hands from her hip to where her ribs would have been, following the sweeping curve.
The texture of her shell was different from what he had imagined. Far from being hard and rigid, it was remarkably yielding, like soft plastic that had some give to it when he applied any pressure. Just like her waxy skin, it was glass-smooth, making it oddly pleasing to touch. Even here, there wasn’t so much as a chip of paint that might reveal her original green hue, everything covered over with jungle camouflage in shades of autumn. They hadn’t missed a spot. Jade shivered contentedly as he stroked her, Evan realizing that her carapace must be full of nerve endings.
She slipped her lower arms through the holes that had been cut in the garment as he continued to lift it, Evan reaching her chest, his heart skipping a beat as he caught a glimpse of more rosy flesh. Jade had breasts. They were firm and shapely, just large enough to fill a cupped hand, her shining skin reflecting the light to make them look like they’d been oiled. The same armor that protected her torso rose to the fluffy ruff of iridescent fur around her neck, her bust spilling through a pair of strategically placed openings. This must all be part of her anatomy, while the chest piece that she was constantly replacing was just synthetic armor.
No man could have beheld such a perfect pair of breasts and kept his hands to himself. Evan reached out to cup one of them, feeling butter-soft flesh yield before his fingers, filling his palm when he gave it a gentle squeeze. God, she was so impossibly soft, her velvet fat pouring between his digits with the consistency of melting wax. It had been some years since Evan had been with anyone, but he didn’t remember it feeling like this. Coupled with the inhuman smoothness of her polished skin, the sensation was irresistible. Through his haze of arousal, he noted that she had no nipples. These were not functional organs – not as far as he could tell. Even if they were just for show, Jade reacted strongly, becoming weak at the knees as he groped her. She began to lift her tank top the rest of the way over her head, then got it stuck on her horn, writhing and struggling as Evan took the opportunity to take his fill of her inviting chest.
“G-f-stop that!” she moaned as he teased her, Evan delighting in the way that she danced with each squeeze. For a creature enclosed in so many layers of armor, she was wonderfully reactive. Even her carapace was no less tender than a woman’s skin. He relented, helping her pull off her top, careful not to damage her delicate antennae. He lifted the two longer sensory organs that flowed down her back like braids, ensuring that they didn’t get caught, feeling her tense at his merest touch. They were so soft and feathery, Evan running his fingers through the comb-like whiskers. Jade suddenly went quiet and still, save for the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her expression hidden by the fabric.
As he tossed the garment aside, Jade was on him again, her four arms reaching for him. Two of them cupped his cheeks as she drew him in for a needy kiss, the lower pair gripping his waist, Jade pulling herself closer. Her supple breasts squashed against his torso, and his rigid member pressed against the window of soft flesh on her belly, her warmth radiating into him as they embraced. More sure of herself now, that agile tongue coiled around his own, each stroke and lick imbued with her excitement. She didn’t need to tell him how she was feeling – he could feel it in her desperate pace, in the way that her pheromones tugged and plucked at his senses like the strings of a harp. Each breath that he took brought with it surging desire and half-remembered memories, lurid flashes of lovemaking, the taste of sweat on fever-hot skin.
When they broke off, he leaned down to plunge his face into the nape of her neck, burying it in her ruff of silky fur. It shimmered as it moved, like strands of fiber optic cable, but it was as soft as anything that he’d ever felt. His head began to spin again as he inhaled deeply, the flowery scent joined by a deeper, more primal aroma that lit a fresh fire in him.
“You’re not done yet,” Jade whispered in his ear. “I can be more naked.”
She took one of his hands in hers, guiding it down to the small of her back, where her armored skirt connected to her waist. Its segmented plates hung free, almost like empty wing casings. As she encouraged him to lift one of them, he realized that it was lined with a layer of soft fur, perhaps designed to stop it from chafing. They were attached to a belt-like structure that popped off with a little effort, Jade tossing it to the floor. The garment had been protecting her butt, and now that it was off, Evan felt more flush skin beneath his fingers. He took a generous handful of her cheek, leaning forward to look over her shoulder, seeing the inverted heart shape of her rear as she arched her back. It was befitting of her wide hips, spilling through his fingers, Evan feeling firm tissue rise to greet his probing digits as he pushed deeper into the layer of doughy fat. She was tight, toned, muscle as springy as rubber lurking just beneath the surface. However their Queen manipulated their DNA, she did it with the skill of a sculptor’s chisel, and she must have a deep appreciation of the female form.
He guided her over to the sleeping bag that he had laid out for them, lowering her down onto the padding. As he knelt beside her, she pulled him on top of her, trapping him in another ravenous kiss. She was deceptively strong for her size, easily able to wrestle him onto his back with her four arms. She pinned his wrists above his head, straddling him between her stout thighs, the soft meat of their unarmored inner surface sandwiching his hips. With her two lower hands, she stroked his exposed stomach again, enjoying the way that his muscles flexed when she slipped a fingertip into his navel. His member pulsed against her belly, a bead of his pre welling at its tip.
He flinched as she brought a hand down to his cock, pressing it tight against her abdomen, Evan feeling the warmth of her body permeate him. She glanced down at it, sizing him up, her antennae twitching.
“I hope it fits, or this is going to get really awkward,” she giggled.
“I should probably take a look at what we’re working with,” he replied, Jade narrowing her eyes in mock suspicion.
“That sounds like an excuse if I ever heard one.”
She released his hands, and he took her by the hips, rolling her over onto her back. Lying her head in the pillows at the base of the wall behind them, Jade shuffled a little higher so that he could kneel between her legs, Evan parting her armored knees. He lifted one of her slender legs, bringing her calf to his lips.
“Can you feel this?” he asked, planting a kiss on her shell.
“Y-yeah,” she mumbled, wriggling as he roamed a little higher.
“How about this?” he added, dragging his tongue across the chitin that encased her thigh.
“Mhmm,” she cooed, twirling the end of her antenna around her finger as she watched.
He reached the cutout in her armor where her inner thighs were exposed, planting a sucking kiss on her pink skin. Even beneath the flat of his tongue, he couldn’t feel a single imperfection. Jade let slip a stifled yelp, her skin apparently more sensitive than her shell. Encouraged, he roamed higher, crawling his lips up to the V-shaped piece of chitin that ran down between her legs.
“Please tell me this comes off,” he panted, drawing a little closer so that he could press his lips against her belly.
“Yeah,” she murmured, reaching down to slide her thumb beneath it. “It just pops off.”
She applied a little force, and it disconnected from her body like a fender from a car, extending the diamond-shaped tummy-window all the way down to her mound. As the band of firm chitin pulled away, it remained linked to her by a strand of colorless fluid, Evan’s pulse throbbing in his ears as he looked down at her loins. Between her soft thighs, exactly where they should have been, was a pair of plump lips. They were formed from the same pink flesh and waxy skin that surrounded them, puffy and swollen with desire, a glistening sheen of her excitement making them shine. He wasn’t sure if it was the sight of her so wet and ready, or the fresh surge of pheromones, but he was suddenly as hard as a diamond.
“Is that about what you expected?” she asked hesitantly.
“Better,” he replied, his voice a low growl of barely-restrained lust. Her sweet perfume drew him in, his mouth watering, his burning cheeks sliding against the burnished skin of her inner thighs as he brought his lips towards hers. He parted them with two fingers, finding them just as soft and as yielding as the rest of her, her rosy flesh stretchy and pliable. Between them was a very familiar vulva, its color the same shade of pink, its delicate folds and creases like pleated silk. He could see her twitching opening, a bead of her anticipation leaking from it, her swollen clitoris peeking out from beneath its hood of protective skin. She was inhumanly neat, inhumanly smooth, but there was nothing here that gave him pause.
She responded strongly to his touch, those pillowy thighs squeezing around his head reflexively, her toned butt rising off the sleeping bag. He held her open for a few moments longer, admiring the way that her anatomy glistened, droplets of fluid clinging to it like dew to the petals of a rose. Unable to hold back any longer, he dragged his tongue between her puffy labia, her vulva small enough that he could encompass it entirely. He placed his mouth over her smooth mound, lapping and sucking gently, mapping the details of her burning loins.
Her taste jumped out at him, an unexpected sweetness surprising him. It wasn’t merely a pleasant flavor, it was good, encouraging him to keep up his doting licking. It tasted like she had smeared her womanhood in honey, not quite as strong a flavor, but still very apparent. He had tasted this before, he realized, in the Jarry Juice that the aliens supplied to the UNN. If her entire diet was comprised solely of that nutrient paste, then perhaps it was the source of her inviting taste.
The last thing he’d wanted to do when going into this was to compare her to a human woman. Making her feel like she was being judged to some predefined standard wouldn’t do anything other than make her nervous, and his only goal here was to make her happy. He wouldn’t have cared if her loins had been equipped with teeth – he would still have done his best to please her. Still, he couldn’t help but make a comment as he paused to take a breath.
“Fuck, you taste amazing.”
“Was I not supposed to?” she asked, Evan noting that her thighs were rising and falling subtly along with her chest as she panted. Nothing more than a little exploratory oral had her splayed out on the deck like she had just run a marathon. She really hadn’t ever been touched in this way before.
“I was expecting something neutral, but you taste like honey,” he replied with an enamored sigh. He resumed his licking, Jade writhing as he danced the tip of his tongue across her womanhood, painting every inch of her quivering anatomy. He circled her opening, feeling her muscles attempt to grip his tongue reflexively, but they were both too slick to gain any purchase. As he roamed upwards, he felt her tense up again, Evan glancing up to see her peering back at him with those green eyes. She looked drunk, her antennae waving as though caught in a breeze that only she could feel, her heaving chest making her pert breasts wobble enticingly.
“You okay?” he asked.
She reached down with one of her lower hands, wiping away a strand of her fluid that was clinging to his chin.
“Is that a trick question? Keep going…”
That same hand delved into his hair as he resumed his ardent lapping, Jade running her fingers through it, seeming to enjoy its texture.
“Right there!” she gasped, squeezing his face between her thighs again as he neared her clitoris. He teased her a little, feeling her squirm and moan as he skirted around it, delivering doting licks and kisses everywhere except where she most wanted them. When he finally gave it the attention that she craved, he found it swollen with desire, pulsing against the flat of his tongue. He pursed his lips around the organ, drawing it out from beneath its hood, the gentle suction enough to make her spine arch off the deck.
“Oh, fuck,” she mumbled as she covered her face with her upper hands. “Is…is it supposed to feel like this?”
“I figured you’d know better than I do,” he replied, Jade slowly sagging back to the sleeping bag like a deflating pool toy as he relented. “It doesn’t hurt, right?”
“N-no,” she stammered, her antennae waving as she shook her head adamantly. “It feels like I’m floating on a cloud. I’ve…I’ve used my fingers before. I was curious,” she added with a nervous chuckle, as though she felt the need to justify it. “I just wasn’t expecting this to be so much more intense…”
She had been so confident leading up to this, seducing him like a pro, but it seemed that he had more experience than she did when it came to lovemaking. Communication was something that she had practiced every day of her life, after all, but this was completely new to her. She might not even know what her body was capable of yet. How many Jarilans had slept with a human and could inform her?
“This is just foreplay,” he chuckled, taking a moment to revel in turning the tables on her.
“I know that!” she protested, giving him a mock tap on the head with her fist. “There are videos on the colony’s intranet. There, I admit it. Female Drones outnumber males by a huge margin, and I’ve never met a human who I wanted to approach before. Not until you.”
“I’d be surprised if you weren’t curious,” he added. “If I look like I know what I’m doing, it’s only because you’re a little more familiar than I expected.”
“Maybe I can still surprise you,” she cooed, pushing his head back down between her legs.
He began to circle her firm bud with the tip of his tongue, alternating between quick flurries and slow, doting strokes to keep her guessing. Her winking opening drew his attention, and he raised a finger to it, a ring of stretchy muscle closing around the tip. Jade flinched, a tremor rolling through her body, the Jarilan propping herself up on her lower elbows to get a look at what he was doing.
“Tell me if I’m going too fast,” he said, Jade nodding her head as she watched his finger with half-lidded eyes. Slowly, he pushed it deeper, his heart quickening as new sensations assailed him. He was met with an impossibly tight, undulating tunnel of flesh, rolling muscle contractions stroking his finger in powerful flurries that felt like shivers. It wasn’t strong enough to be uncomfortable, but it still gave him pause, wet flesh with the texture of satin pressing down on him like it was trying to make a mold of his digit. Her honeyed nectar coated his skin in a slippery sheen, warm and viscous, making her clenching muscles glide as they eased him deeper.
After the first inch or two of rippling flesh, he felt something unexpected brush against the tip of his finger. His eyes widened as what felt like tiny nodules of delicate tissue closed around him in a muscular spasm, combing across his skin. They were just firm enough that he could feel them, but not quite so much that they provided any real resistance, like a forest of tiny papillae.
“What is it?” she asked, noting his expression. “Is something wrong?”
Now, it was Evan’s turn to stammer his reply.
“I…uh, guess you surprised me after all. A good surprise,” he added, meeting her gaze. He began to move his finger now, pulling it back, feeling a wonderful suction grip him. As he found a steady rhythm, he brought his lips back to her loins, pouring his passion into each kiss and lick. She was so sensitive, dancing like a puppet on the end of its strings, her upper hands rising to knead her breasts as the lower pair clawed desperately at the bedding beneath her. When he felt like she was getting too close, those wonderful contractions coming thick and fast, he relented a little to pay some attention to her thighs. Her fat was so cushiony and inviting – if it was indeed fat – rubbery muscle rising to the surface to dimple it when his lingering kisses made her flex.
The openings in her armor guided him, almost as though the most sensual parts of her body had been left purposefully exposed in a deliberate attempt to entice him. No, that was the truth of it. Jade hadn’t been honed by millions of years of evolution, but by an unfathomably intelligent consciousness – an alien mind with a singular purpose. How a creature that likely didn’t even experience love or attraction could glean such profound insights into what turned humans on was a mystery that he would probably never solve.
Jade was rocking her wide hips into him now, matching his pace, hilting his digit as though she was trying to reach an itch deep inside her. He admired the way that her flat tummy flexed and shifted, the subtle outlines of what might be abdominal muscles rising up from beneath the taut skin. It was hard to tell if the rosy hue came from the skin itself or if it was transparent, letting the color bleed through.
He redoubled his efforts, lashing her clitoris with his tongue, trapping it between his lips to make her writhe and gasp. She had dug herself deeper into the pillows that they had stolen from the bunks, one of them draped over her face, but she was too lost in her pleasure to pay it any mind. The pheromones that she was putting out now were incredible, like a hallucinogenic drug, each breath filling his lungs with her sordid perfume. It was as if pure lust was evaporating from her skin. Between the sweet taste that filled his mouth and the lurid flashes of half-remembered nights of passion that filled his head, he could hardly think about anything other than the needy ache in his throbbing erection.
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With a low, drawn-out moan, Jade climaxed. Her insides sealed around his finger, tightening like a noose, those teasing papillae raking across its tip as the firm muscles beyond their bounds spasmed. He couldn’t take his mind off how it might feel to have those things encompass his glans, to feel the nodules of wet flesh stroking him in shuddering waves. He kept his lips locked to her loins for as long as he could before she bucked him off, her hands kneading her boobs like balls of dough as she rode out her orgasm, each spark of pleasure sending a wonderful tremor coursing through her body.
Gradually, still thrusting reflexively, she came down from her high. She let out a shuddering sigh, pushing the pillow away from her face, reaching up to straighten one of her antennae as she gazed down at him.
“I’ve been missing out,” she chuckled, an aftershock tickling her as Evan struggled to withdraw his finger. He brought it to his mouth, then stopped himself when he realized what he was doing. She tasted good enough that he had been about to suck his finger clean as a reflex, as though he had just pulled it from a jar of syrup.
He lay down beside her on the sleeping bag, draping an arm around her midriff, enjoying the way that she shivered at his touch. She was still sensitive, giddy, Jade giving him a beaming smile as she shuffled closer to nuzzle his cheek. Her antennae tickled his face as they brushed against his skin, but he welcomed them, knowing that she was wallowing in his pheromones.
“You smell like you’re about to explode,” she chuckled, drawing a lazy circle on his belly with her finger. “Let me take care of that for you…”
She slid down his body, pushing herself along with her four arms, coming to a stop when her head was about level with his stomach. She knelt beside him, her eyes lingering on his swollen erection, her antennae waving over it. She shuddered, her eyes drooping, as though she had just taken in a deep breath of his scent. One of her upper hands reached out to brush his shaft, Jade watching his cock flex. She wrapped her fingers around it, feeling it pulse against her palm, her silky skin gliding along his length as she began to stroke. She brought a second hand to grip his base, a third resting on his stomach, while the fourth roamed down to his balls.
With so many hands, she could be everywhere at once, Evan reeling as unexpected pleasure surged through him. She was so gentle, her grip as light as a feather, each hand moving independently of the rest. He felt her cup his balls, stroking them with her fingers, another digit circling his glans.
“This is where you’re most sensitive, right?” she asked in a low, breathy voice. “I can feel you getting harder. Fuck, it’s like resin…”
A sweet ache permeated his member as she mapped it with her fingertips, tracing bulging veins, peeling back his foreskin to expose his shining head. Evan lay back, staring at the ceiling with unfocused eyes as he enjoyed her attentions. She was like some kind of masseuse, her fingers as agile as those of a pianist.
“I wanna try something,” she declared, shifting her weight to get a little closer. “I don’t know if this is gonna work, because I don’t really have a mouth,” she added with a chuckle. “But, maybe it’ll feel good.”
Evan watched as she leaned over him, her face plates splitting open, her proboscis snaking forth. Holding his member in place with one hand, she brought the wriggling organ down to his glans, making him flinch as it glanced across his tender flesh. It was slick with her saliva, muscular, swirling around his pulsing tip with surprising finesse. It didn’t quite feel like a tongue, but it wasn’t unpleasant, the azure appendage coiling around him as it spiraled downward.
It darted back inside her mouth as she brought her lips down to plant a kiss on his tip, their soft, pillowy texture sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through him. She mouthed softly, crawling them across his sensitive flesh, peppering it with teasing pecks. She returned to his tip, sliding them over his glans, taking him into her mouth. Without a throat, she couldn’t apply any suction, but she could still purse her lips to keep him trapped inside the pocket of warm flesh. It felt just like the lining of an inner cheek, her proboscis wrapping around his girth again, darting across his anatomy like the tip of a paintbrush. It was a strange sensation, but a pleasant one, her shallow mouth unexpectedly inviting.
“I dunno if I’m doing a very good job,” she giggled nervously as she drew back, wetting her lips with her proboscis.
“It felt good,” Evan replied, giving her a woozy smile. “I think you’re better with your hands, though.”
“Magic fingers,” she giggled, wiggling all four sets of digits like she was playing an invisible keyboard. She sized him up again, cocking her head. “I can’t really spit, but maybe…”
Evan’s face warmed as she reached between her thighs, coating her hand in a glossy sheen of her fluids. She returned that hand to his member, her fingers sliding in the lurid secretions, quickly covering his length in a slick layer.
“Whoa,” Evan gasped, reeling as she began to pump her fist. He hadn’t expected it to feel so good, her fingers lighting up his nerves like a switchboard as they glided across his skin, almost frictionless. She smiled at his reaction, bringing a second hand to his pulsing member, twisting it around his glans as she continued to stroke. One of her lower hands rested on his belly, while the last one snuck down between his legs, cradling his balls. It was incredible how much control she had over them. Evan couldn’t even rub his stomach and pat his head at the same time without fucking it up.
“Do you like that?” she cooed, drinking in his pained expressions with her green eyes. “Should I go a little faster? Tighter, maybe?”
“Tighter, yeah,” he sighed. His back arched reflexively as she squeezed a little harder, his cock slipping from her grasp like a bar of soap thanks to her fluids. She was milking him with a slow, deliberate motion, sliding her fingers from his base to his tip. The speed and pressure never remained quite the same, Jade keeping him on his toes, Evan feeling like the very beat of his heart was tied to the motions of her hands. With all three of them, she could encompass his entire length, twisting and stroking in alternating directions. Somehow, it was the warmth of her palm as she held his balls that distracted him the most, her soft skin like velvet.
Jade paused for a moment, lying down beside him on the sleeping bag. She hooked her leg around his, wrapping her arms around his waist, pulling herself close. Her breasts pressed up against his shoulder, and she reached up to take his head in her upper hand, guiding his face down into the ruff of shimmering fur around her neck.
“Breathe deep,” she whispered, resuming her cruel massage with her lower pair of hands. Each breath that he took made his head swim, somehow enhancing the sensation of her relentless stroking. She had arms to spare, enough that she could run her fingers through his hair while tickling his balls and pumping her tight fist all at the same time. Even without the pheromones that were ensnaring his senses, it would have been intoxicating.
“You really are full of surprises,” he murmured, feeling himself melt into her arms. He could feel his climax gradually building, the tendrils of her flowery perfume invading his mind, creating a relaxing haze that made him feel like he could have fallen asleep right there. Now that she was more relaxed, so was he.
“Yeah, well I’m hoping to be full of something else pretty soon,” she replied with a lascivious chuckle. “Are you getting close? I can do this for as long as you want. I was designed to hold a rifle steady for hours at a time – my arms won’t get tired.”
“I’m getting there,” he replied, pushing his face deeper into her downy fur. “You can go a tad faster if you want to…”
He started to thrust into her hand, Jade redoubling her efforts, dancing her dexterous fingers up and down his cock. She squeezed his balls gently, feeling them swell in anticipation, cradling his face in her hand as she pushed him closer and closer to the brink.
“Does it feel good?” she demanded, lifting his face out of her collar so that she could see his expression. “Tell me how it feels.”
“You feel amazing,” he groaned, those green eyes sparkling like cut jewels through the fog of his arousal. She gave him another warm smile, then pushed him back down into her fur, forcing him to fill his lungs with her sweet aroma.
“Come for me,” she whispered, the pace of her rhythmic stroking increasing as her grip grew tighter. It was more than he could stand, her breathy voice oozing with lust, cutting through his fugue like a hot knife. With one last heaving thrust, he filled her closed fist with his emission, feeling it splash against her palm. It seeped between her fingers, hot and gelatinous, another thick rope painting her rosy skin. She kept one hand closed around his glans, stroking his shaft with another, a third massaging his balls as though encouraging him to give her more. The stimulation was relentless, Evan hiding his face in her ruff, his body jerking with each fresh rush of ecstasy.
With every stroke of her hand came another wad of pearly fluid, his clenching muscles giving her all that he had, each one chased by a wonderful current of pleasure that washed over him like a tide. The warm, tingling sensation gradually subsided, leaving delightful euphoria in its wake. He sagged into her four arms, feeling her ease out one last shuddering spurt before relinquishing her hold on him, the ache of satisfaction permeating him to the core. Her ruff was as soft as any pillow, and he treated it as such, Jade holding him close as he gradually regained his faculties.
As much as he tried, he couldn’t come up with anything witty to say, so he settled for a placating kiss to demonstrate his gratitude. The wordless gesture was all that Jade required, the two sharing a slow, affectionate embrace while his afterglow diminished.
“This is even more fun than I imagined,” Jade cooed as Evan rolled onto his back, taking his first breath of relatively pheromone-free air in what must be minutes. She brought a hand to his chest, sliding her fingers through the perspiration that coated him in a glistening layer. “Cool, you’re sweating,” she marveled.
“Cool?” he chuckled.
“We don’t sweat,” she explained. “I like the way it feels on your skin…”
“I’m really happy we did this,” he added, Jade smirking up at him as she lay her head on his shoulder.
“Oh?”
“I was worried that we might not be compatible, but that seems silly now. I asked Hernandez for advice, of all people, and he told me that we would figure it out together.”
“He gave you good advice,” she replied, running her fingers through his hair again. She was petting him like a cat, but it was a pleasant sensation that he welcomed. It had been a while since he’d shared his bunk with a woman and even longer since anyone had shown him such unreserved affection. “I suppose he wouldn’t be able to fuck his way across the Galaxy if he didn’t learn a thing or two about relationships. Selfishness isn’t an attractive trait in a partner, and I think even the Borealans would agree.”
“Check it out,” he said, nodding to the window above them. Jade released him, and they both sat up, watching the surface of Kerguela roll past below the carrier.
“We could be back down there by tomorrow,” Jade sighed, her antennae drooping a little. They perked up again when Evan took her nearest hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“It’s like you said – we have to make the most of the time we have. Tomorrow is tomorrow. All that matters right now is you and me.”
“I can almost pretend that we’ll be in this room forever,” she replied, leaning her head on his shoulder again. “I’ve never been afraid of combat before, but I guess I’ve found something that I couldn’t stand to lose.”
“We can’t lose,” he added, giving her a gentle nudge. “We’re ghosts, remember?”
They watched the spectacular view for a few minutes more, wisps of white cloud drifting above the autumn forests, then Evan cleared his throat to get her attention.
“So…do you want to be on top, or should I?” he asked.
“Wow. Just put me on the spot, why don’t you?” she said as she gave him a playful shove. “I take it that means you’re ready to go again?”
“I can’t keep my hands off you for much longer,” he replied, Jade wetting her lips at the prospect.
“I guess I’ll be on the bottom, then. Just be gentle, okay? You humans are bigger than you looked in those videos.”
She lay down on the sleeping bag, shifting her weight on the pillows as she opened her legs in invitation, Evan kneeling between them. She was still wonderfully wet from their last encounter, the light catching her fleshy lips to make them glisten. He felt the relative firmness of her carapace transition to flush skin as he drew closer, poising there with his erection hovering a mere inch from her loins, feeling the heat that radiated from her. He reached for an armored hip for leverage, watching the rise and fall of her chest quicken as he repositioned himself.
“Just say the word, and I’ll stop,” he assured her as he took his member in his hand. He angled it down towards her flushed loins, slowly sliding his exposed glans between her soft lips. They parted, slick with her anticipation, Evan rubbing the head of his pulsing cock up and down her vulva.
“Are you trying to frustrate me?” she grumbled, all four of her hands gripping the sleeping bag tightly. She looked like she was afraid she might float away.
“I wanted to wet it a little first – help it go in easier,” he explained.
He pushed forward, feeling that tight ring of muscle resist him. It felt like putting on a rubber that was a few sizes too small, the narrow band constricting around him, flesh with the texture of wet silk raking across his glans. They winced in tandem as he applied a little more pressure, a popping sensation making them both flinch as he got the tip inside. That muscular ring constricted around his head, flurries of clenching muscle rippling across the most sensitive part of his anatomy.
He glanced up at Jade briefly, gauging her reaction. She was fiddling with an antenna again, curling it around her finger, watching intently as he inched deeper. He heard no plea to stop, so he continued, feeling her narrow walls cleave open before him. It felt more like he was making a tunnel than spreading one apart.
“K-keep going,” she stammered, her thighs trembling around his waist.
Feeling a little more confident now that he was most of the way in, he dared to thrust gently, Jade throwing her head back as the widest part of his shaft made it inside.
“Sorry!” he blurted, but she was quick to assuage his concerns.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned as she arched her back off the sleeping bag. “I can feel your blood pumping inside me.”
“Should I-”
“More!’ she demanded, crossing her legs behind his butt. She pulled him deeper, Evan bottoming out inside her, watching a beautiful tremor roll through her body as she impaled herself on his member. He was plunged into the chamber of tiny nodules that he had felt earlier, her flesh stretching taut over his glans like he was trying to push a finger through latex. The sensation of a thousand tiny, slippery papillae scouring his glans was enough to make him double over, her tight grip peeling back his foreskin in what felt like a calculated attempt to ensure that he could feel each and every one of them. They were like the tips of little tongues, just firm enough that he could feel them, but not so much that they provided any real resistance.
He planted his hands to either side of her narrow waist, stopping dead in his tracks as his addled brain struggled to process this rush of new stimuli.
“Okay,” Jade began, lust making her voice waver. “I’m not scared anymore. I want you to go for it.”
“G-go for it?” he panted, lifting his gaze to see her peering back at him with fire in her eyes.
“Go for it!”
He withdrew most of the way out of her, almost relieved to leave those teasing bumps behind, her loins gripping him like they were trying to prevent him from pulling away. When he pushed back inside, her soft thighs cushioning him, he felt her smooth passage give way to her maddening depths once again. They found a slow, steady pace together, the lurid sucking and clapping sounds of their coupling filling the tiny room.
“I…I don’t know how long I can keep this up for,” Evan chuckled weakly, a tingling surge of pleasure washing over him with each thrust. “You feel too goddamned good, Jade.”
“Told you I had some surprises up my sleeve,” she cooed. “Literally…”
She didn’t just lie there and take it – her body was in perpetual motion, Evan admiring her as she writhed beneath him. The chitin plates were flexible enough that they didn’t limit her range of motion, segmented in places to ensure that they didn’t get in the way. All of the soft, fleshy parts of her sculpted body quivered with each thrust, toned muscle rising from beneath waxy skin to catch the light from the solitary halogen strip on the ceiling above them. She might not be able to sweat, but the effect made her look wet, like she had been oiled up prior to their encounter. Evan lay the flat of his hand on her belly, her muscles tensing in waves beneath his fingers, a defined six-pack rising from beneath her satin skin when a shiver of pleasure made her flex involuntarily. His own sudor made his touch slick, and he let his hand glide up her torso, only now noting her lack of a navel. The contours of her armor guided him like a runway, leading him to her bosom.
Her pert breasts wobbled in time with his steady rhythm, firm enough that they always kept their perfect teardrop shape, but soft enough to ripple like jello with each impact. It was more than he could take, Evan filling his hand with one of them, feeling his fingers sink up to the first joint in her welcoming fat. There was no nipple to focus his attention on – she was completely smooth – but the way that she tightened when he squeezed told him just how sensitive she must be.
“You don’t have to be gentle,” she said with a covetous growl. “I want them to be sore when you’re done with them.”
“You sure you haven’t done this before?” he panted, Jade cocking her head at him.
“Everything is just…clicking,” she explained, her long lashes fluttering as he delivered another powerful thrust. “It feels right, like we were made to fit together.”
He answered her with another squeeze that made her voice crack, Jade lifting herself off the sleeping bag as though trying to push her chest into his hand in encouragement. Like shaping a ball of wet clay, he kneaded, reveling in the way that her flesh bulged between his fingers. Beneath the supple layer of fat was the firmer breast tissue that gave them their wonderful shape, yet without nipples, it could serve no other purpose than to make them look and feel authentic. The glassy smoothness of her skin and the memory foam texture of her bosom was almost too perfect, like an abstract idea brought into being.
Evan drew a little closer to her, hooking one arm behind her back to lift her off the deck, her small frame light enough that he could have thrown her around like a toy if he had wanted to. He let his other hand roam lower, cupping one of her cheeks, the meat of her ass spilling around his digits as he dug deep. She was almost upside-down now, her shoulders on the sleeping bag, her butt raised in the air. This new position gave Evan more leverage, and he redoubled his efforts, plunging deeper and faster into her undulating reaches. She was making an animal out of him, the allure of those delicate nodules too powerful to ignore.
“You’re so deep,” she groaned, wriggling her hips like she was trying to escape. The motion stirred him around inside her, driving his member into her tender, yielding walls. Another of those shivering contractions rippled through her as she bucked, her loins seeming to close around him, swallowing as though trying to drink from him.
“Are you doing that on purpose?” he gasped, almost letting her fall as the pleasure assailed him.
“What, this?” she cooed as another muscle contraction dizzied him. It felt like a hand was reaching from beyond the limits of her flesh to stroke him, squeezing him in a vice grip.
“Don’t do that too often,” he warned, reaching up to brush his damp hair out of his face. “Not unless you want this to be over very quickly.”
“I’ll try to pace myself,” she replied with a sly giggle that only made him want her more. “You’re raining on me,” she added, reaching for his chest with her upper pair of hands, sliding them across his sweat-soaked skin. “God, they’re like droplets of liquid lust to my senses. You have no idea…”
“I have some idea,” he replied, lowering his face to the nape of her neck. He buried it in her fluffy collar, nuzzling as he let the pheromones in her sweet perfume fill his lungs again, probing for something to kiss beneath the fur. He found chitin, Jade squirming as he crawled his lips from her shoulder to her throat, lingering on her shell.
“That tickles,” she complained, leaning into him all the same.
He brought his face down to her chest, wrangling one of her supple breasts. There was nothing to latch onto, nowhere to focus his attention, so he settled for dragging his tongue across its waxy surface. She responded strongly to his mouthing and kissing all the same, her spine arching, her loins gripping him more tightly with each kiss and flurry. Perhaps the entire organ was as rich in nerve endings as a nipple. He made slow circles with his tongue, drawing her flesh into his mouth gently, his fingers delving deep into her soft bosom all the while.
When he relented, she sagged back to the sleeping bag, lifting her hips off the deck to meet his thrusts. There was a sudden flurry of movement, Jade moving just as fast as he had seen her move in combat, four segmented arms wrestling him onto his back. His momentary alarm faded when he got his bearings again, seeing her straddling him, his member still lodged deep inside her. She was pinning his wrists with her two upper arms, her lower pair of hands resting on his belly as she lay her insubstantial weight on him.
“I changed my mind,” she purred, slowly starting to rock back and forth. “I think I’ll try being on top now.”
In this position, she was the one who dictated their pace, Evan relaxing into the pillows as he watched her move. Rather than rising and falling on his shaft, she kept him buried in her reaches, grinding his aching member against her fleshy walls. She made slow circles with her hips, not following any particular pattern, just doing what felt good. It was a different sensation from his bestial thrusting, velvet flesh soaked in her sweet honey swirling around his entire length, the slippery walls of her seething tunnel stretching and squeezing as they struggled to accommodate him. He could feel the rapid pulsing of her rushing blood, making her insides throb around his shaft, burning with her desire for him. When she went slow like this, he was painfully aware of her muscle contractions – from delicate flutters to shuddering constrictions that made her exquisite insides close around him like a fist.
That cruel chamber of papillae was stretched over his glans, as tight as a latex glove. It was hard to tell if it was just Jade’s movements, but it felt like they were moving, caressing him as she continued her lazy dance. He watched her gyrate and shimmy, mesmerized, the intensity of his pleasure tied to her motions. This was the same finesse, the same perfect control that she exhibited in combat. Jade was designed foremost as a killing machine, based on genetic blueprints that might have been honed over millennia, but she was more than that now. She rolled her hips with all the grace and precision of a fencer wielding a sword, the occasional staccato thrust reminding him of a knife strike, that energy and focus channeled not into killing but into lovemaking. He watched the abs in her core flex and shift beneath her shining skin, Jade exerting inhuman control over them, like a gymnast showing off her skills before the judge’s panel.
She released his wrists now, bringing her upper hands to her chest, cupping her boobs as her pace increased. She was taking her fill of him, that confidence that he had seen her display in the bar coming back with a vengeance. She understood him now – she was familiar with his alien anatomy, and with her own limitations. There was no need to hold back, no reason for exploration or hesitation now that she knew exactly what her body was capable of.
Jade lifted herself off him, starting to thrust in earnest now, Evan wincing as her clinging flesh slid up his shaft. When she dropped down again, the motion making her breasts bounce, she plunged him back into the pocket of nodules. It stretched over his head, pulled taut, those soft little bumps caressing him. It must feel just as good to her because she seemed intent on driving him as deep as she could, as though each of those papillae was being stimulated.
“You’re reaching so deep,” she whined, leaning back a little to change the angle of penetration. He could feel the cushion of her soft ass against his thighs, Jade planting her upper hands on his legs to support herself while she reached down with the lower pair, one lying on his belly while the other sought out her glistening mound. She probed for her needy clitoris with a fleshy finger, Evan feeling her clench when she glanced it, the rhythm of her lovemaking increasing as she began to rub.
He watched as she lifted herself, exposing his shaft inch by inch, his skin shining with her juices. She was gripping him so tightly, droplets of her excitement sliding down his length, connecting her inner thighs to his belly with thin strands. She let gravity carry her back down again, taking him to the hilt in one fluid motion, the two of them shuddering as he bottomed out.
“How close are you?” she demanded, rocking her hips as she waited for his answer.
“Close,” he replied, wincing as she stirred him around.
“Can I finish?” she pleaded, the way that her voice wavered making him flex involuntarily. “I can’t hold back any longer.”
“Don’t hold back,” he replied, her face plates shifting into a giddy smile.
She leaned over him, all four hands coming to rest on his chest, her cheeks bouncing against his thighs as she upped the pace. She was driving him into the sleeping bag now, twisting her hips on her downward thrusts, ensuring that each movement scratched a new itch. Her furry antennae came down to brush against his wet skin, the pheromones in his sweat that were undetectable to him sending Jade into a trance, her long lashes fluttering with each impact.
Evan could feel his own pleasure mounting, a pressure growing inside him like a dam preparing to burst. He reached up to run his hands across her heaving body, tracing the contours of her carapace as she moved atop him, seeking out her satin skin. He cupped one of her breasts, feeling her falter as he squeezed, her doughy fat filling his palm. The other wandered down to her butt, Evan finding flesh there that was just as soft and inviting, burying his fingers up to the knuckle.
“You can’t keep your hands off me,” she chuckled, delivering another punishing thrust that sent a spasm of pleasure shooting up his spine.
“I don’t want to,” he replied, her back arching as he mauled her springy cheek.
“Harder,” she demanded, her voice lowering to a needy growl.
Evan was all too happy to oblige, starting to lift his hips from the deck to meet her thrusts, a ripple spreading through the exposed meat of her ass and thighs as their bodies crashed together. He brought both hands to her cheeks for leverage, unable to resist their at once soft and rubbery texture, muscle honed by a lifetime of rigorous training making it as firm as her carapace when she tensed. Her skin was wet now, but it was his own sweat, not hers. The way things were going, he was surprised that it wasn’t misting the window and dripping from the ceiling by now.
“Gonna come again,” she hissed, the urgency in her tone bordering on desperation. “Please don’t stop. I need this…”
Evan followed her lead, hammering into her with enough force to lift her diminutive frame. Jade’s measured and graceful movements gave way to bestial rutting, the Jarilan taking him deeper and faster, sordid moans escaping her as the pleasure got the better of her. Her antennae draped over his glistening chest, his sudor gluing them to his skin, soaking those sensitive hairs. If her pheromones were enough to make his head spin, and her senses were a thousand times more acute than his own, what might she be feeling? Her arousal had reached its zenith now, to the point that even his dull nose could pick up the lurid perfume that she exuded. He couldn’t describe it with words – it was something more primal than that, but the underlying hint of base lust that mingled with her floral scent drove him wild.
Jade swayed drunkenly, her green eyes half-lidded, the tip of her proboscis dangling out of her open mouth like a lolling tongue. She let herself collapse onto his torso, hugging him tightly with all four of her arms. She was fucking him with abandon now, giving herself over completely to the pursuit of pleasure, Evan returning her hug as he held her close. Her bosom squashed against his wet skin, her flat belly sliding against his own as she moved. She wasn’t tall enough to reach his shoulder in this position, so she lay her cheek on his chest, her fluffy fur tickling him. He anticipated her hot breath, then remembered that she didn’t breathe through her mouth as he did.
Like striking two pieces of flint to create a spark, they slammed together, the borders between where one body began and the other ended blurring. They were nothing more than a shapeless, heaving mass of tangled limbs now, pawing at each other desperately as their ecstasy mounted.
He felt her climax moments before she announced it with a shuddering moan, her already narrow passage seizing around him, her sodden walls pressing against his throbbing shaft like a second skin. The fleshy nodules in her furthest reaches grazed his glans, the shared pleasure only making him thrust deeper, Evan bucking into her reflexively. Rather than convulsing, she gripped him more tightly, her four arms and her powerful thighs strong enough that her hold on him was bordering on uncomfortable. He could feel every ripple of muscle that traveled up through her clenching tunnel, the milking contractions making tiny points of light dance before his eyes.
The pressure that had been welling within him finally released, Evan gritting his teeth against a surge of pleasure as he flooded that tiny chamber of papillae. He painted her most intimate reaches with a hot rope of his seed, her grip on him so tight that the thick wad that followed was forced out of her, a warm blend of his emission and her honey seeping down her inner thighs. They clung to one another, thrusting reflexively to eke out every last shiver of pleasure that they could glean, even the subtlest of movements sending them both into another shared wave of euphoria. Jade was so reactive, like a live wire, every flex and throb provoking another moan as she buried her face in his chest.
Gradually, they began to come down from their high, sore and exhausted in the most wonderful of ways. Evan felt Jade release her hold on him, draping herself over him like a blanket, her thorax rising and falling as she caught her breath.
“That was…quite an experience,” she sighed, sliding off him to lie by his side. He felt his lingering erection slip out of her, more of the pearly fluid that it had been damming inside her sloughing out to seep down her thigh. “Fuck, there’s so much of it. It’s so warm inside me…”
“You’re a little firecracker,” he chuckled, feeling her shiver as he ran one of her sensitive antennae between his fingers. It was still damp with his sweat, soaked with pheromones. “You don’t fool around once you figure out what you want, do you?”
“Sorry if I was too pushy,” she replied, but he shook his head.
“It’s a good thing. There’s no guessing with you. Once you figure out what you want, you take it, and there’s no hesitation. It felt like there were no barriers between us.”
“I’ve only done it once, but I’m gonna put making love pretty high on my list of favorite things,” she chuckled as she traced the contours of his abdominal muscles with a finger. “Peach schnapps is a close second.”
“Maybe you need to do it a few more times, just to be sure,” he replied with a grin. “I’m willing to help. Purely for research purposes, of course.”
“Of course,” she giggled, sandwiching his bicep between her breasts as she drew closer to him. “Say, how long do you think we can hole up here until someone comes looking for us?”
“Until we get new orders, nobody is going to care what we’re doing,” he replied. “We might be able to stay here all night, or until we get dehydrated, at least. I’d be up for making a sweaty canteen run back to our quarters when the need arises.”
“My hero,” she cooed, her proboscis sneaking out to tickle his ear. Her body had seemed so strange to him when they had first met, but he had learned to love every part of her, from the tip of her antennae to the bottom of her hoof-like feet. To think that he almost hadn’t given her the chance to prove herself, that he had been so close to depriving himself of this experience – of the pleasure of knowing her. If this was what Jarilan outreach meant, then he suspected that they might become very popular indeed.
“Let me know as soon as you’re ready for another round,” she added, her tone turning sly again. “I’ve thought of some things I want to try out. Experiments, if you will…”
“If you think you have the stamina,” he teased.
“Oh, I have more stamina than you realize, squishy boy,” she chuckled. “We’ll see if mammals or arthropods come out on top.”
***
“Attacks on enemy infrastructure are proceeding as planned,” Fielding said, Vos nodding his approval as he peered out of the observation deck windows. “It was a rocky start, but the hit and fade attacks are working. The Bugs seem to be having trouble responding in force.”
“I doubt it will last,” Vos replied, keeping his eyes on the forests that scrolled past far below. “The Bugs are adaptable – they’ll eventually figure out ways to counter our incursions. Our priority needs to be drawing out those field commanders before that happens. They’re collecting information and formulating new strategies just the same as we are.”
That wasn’t what had Vos so distracted, however, and Fielding seemed to know it.
“Have you heard anything from the Ensi yet, Admiral?” he asked as he joined his superior at the window.
“No,” Vos grumbled. “Radio silence is standard procedure in these circumstances. The moment they call home, they’ll be lighting a beacon for every Bug in the area. We won’t hear a peep out of Fletcher until his mission is accomplished.”
And they wouldn’t hear from him at all if he failed, but that went without saying.
“Do you think they’ll find anything?” Fielding added, sparing the admiral a curious glance.
“If you’re asking if the Ensi might be right, she certainly seems confident, but I question her objectivity. If one of our colonies was attacked, they might be able to hold out for a few months, assuming they had ample supplies and prior warning. We build bunkers, underground shelters, we form PDF militias and equip them with enough gear to survive until a UNN fleet can arrive to do the heavy lifting. Not only were the Valbarans unprepared, but they had no concept of conflict on this scale. They had no weapons, no defenses, no contingencies for an eventuality like this. The idea of someone surviving down there for thirty years…I wouldn’t take that bet.”
“Do you think she knows something she’s not telling us?” Fielding asked.
“No,” Vos sighed. “I don’t think she’s looking for survivors, I think she’s looking for closure. I just hope it doesn’t come at the expense of my men.”
~CONTINUED IN VOLUME II~