Alien Salvation (3 page)

Japohn’s heavy voice answered her. “We
are clanmates.”

So perhaps the rumors of same-sex
coupling among the Kalquorians were true. Lindsey tried to decide
how she felt about that. Her Buddhist upbringing taught her to
accept others as they were, a far cry from the state-approved
religion’s anti-homosexual stance.

Why should I even care? All I want is
to get some food anyway. It’s none of my business what these guys
do with each other.

Lindsey stepped into the room. She
leaned over, yanked at the shoestrings of one boot and pulled it
off, a little embarrassed when sand sprinkled the clean floor.
“Let’s get this over with.”

A big hand curled around her wrist,
stopping her. She looked up into Bacoj’s purple eyes. He said,
“Wait.”

She straightened. He didn’t want to do
this after all? Despair warred with relief.

His mouth worked as he fought for words
in her language. “You trade. To help family. You no—” he shook his
head, struggling to express himself. He barked something at the
other two men that sounded like kalom.

Vax shook his head helplessly. Japohn
thought a moment before saying, “Whore?”

Bacoj’s expression cleared. “Correct.”
He turned back to Lindsey. “You no whore. We no allow you act
whore.”

Lindsey’s eyes widened. She certainly
felt like a whore, but realizing the alien didn’t regard her as one
made her feel a little better about the situation. She warmed to
Bacoj. “So what do you want me to do?”

He smiled. “This trade make good. For
you and us. You no sex before?”

Her stomach fluttered at his heated
expression. Really, the man was stunning. Perhaps sex wouldn’t be
that bad after all. “That’s right. I’m a virgin.”

Bacoj nodded. “You nervous
be.”

More like terrified, especially since
it looks like you have an anaconda in your pants. “You could say
that,” she told him.

He smiled, and Lindsey saw long,
needle-thin fangs appear behind his more humanlike square teeth. “I
help no fear.”

She stared at the fangs, unable to help
herself. “How—”

Lindsey never saw Bacoj move. All at
once, he had her wrapped in his arms, held close to his gorgeous,
muscular body, his face warm against her neck. Pain jabbed into her
throat.

“Ow! What are you doing?” She struggled
in his grip. He held her easily as he might a baby.

The pain was fading already as Vax
answered. “He bite you.”

“No kidding! Get him off
me!”

Japohn stroked her hair, his dark
expression softening. He brought her chestnut locks to his face and
inhaled. The pleasure on his face made Lindsey’s lower body clench,
and her struggles weakened. Warmth infused her.

“His bite give intoxicant,” the huge
alien said. He stroked her hair and Lindsey shivered with
sensation. “It calm. You feel?”

Boy, did she ever. Euphoria coursed
through her veins as Bacoj disengaged, his raspy tongue sliding a
wet trail over where he’d bitten her. Lindsey felt warmth pulse
from her nether regions, wetness pooling in her panties.

Bacoj smiled gently. “Apology. I no
wish frighten.”

Lindsey moved against him, but not in
struggle. Suddenly she couldn’t get close enough to the Kalquorian
even though their bodies were already molded tight to each other.
“Sure. I’ll get over it.”

“Feel good?”

“Very good.” Her arms slipped around
his neck. “Very, very good.”

His beautiful, sensuous mouth found
hers, enfolding her lips in a kiss. And what a kiss. Lindsey had
received pecks on the cheek before from dates, dry, impersonal
things that still pushed the boundaries of acceptable behavior on
pre-Armageddon Earth. But Bacoj’s kiss was a revelation: moist,
warm and lingering, sending electric shocks of heat from her lips
to her womb. She felt melted inside, like chocolate left out in the
sun.

His lips parted to let his tongue snake
into her mouth. Lindsey gasped to feel the warm wet flesh invade,
tasting her inner recesses. Her insides went from melted chocolate
to molten lava in an instant. Just when she didn’t think the kiss
could get any better, Bacoj’s hand cradled the back of her head,
holding her so he could plunder deeper still. His tongue wove
around hers, cat-scratchy and delightful, sending her heartbeat
thundering as if she’d run a marathon.

As his remarkable kiss continued, hands
tugged at her clothing and his, baring her to the hard heat of his
skin. She’d never felt anything like this wondrous sensation of
another’s body molded against hers. He was granite where she was
soft, and she reveled in how she melded against him, seemingly
absorbing into his muscled frame. She ached to get closer still, to
imbue the alien with her own essence.

The intoxicant he’d sent into her
system made her brave with desire. All inhibitions fled as it sang
effervescent harmonies in her bemused brain, entrancing her.
Lindsey’s hands roamed the chiseled frame, eager to know every
ripple, every indentation, every bulge. She started with the thick
column of his throat, running her fingers down to delight in the
width of his shoulders, the flat planes of his pectoral muscles,
down over his abdomen with its double row of bumps, devouring him
with her touch. And she dared even lower, to touch the hard, slick
maleness folded between their bodies, pulsing against her belly.
Her hand gripped him there, feeling the wet, velvety skin over his
iron, and just below that a second length of firm flesh…

Lindsey jerked back, tearing her lips
from the sweetness of the alien’s embrace, her eyes skittering down
Bacoj’s muscled torso to confirm what her hands had discovered.
Shock warred with the euphoria of his bite as she struggled to
comprehend what she was seeing and touching.

“Earther men one. Kalquorian men two,”
Bacoj said softly.

He waited patiently as Lindsey looked
at his two penises. They were shaded darker brown than the rest of
his skin, and glistened with fluid. He lubricates like I do,
Lindsey thought. Her mother had told her in embarrassing detail
about the birds and bees, so she knew Earther men didn’t get
wet.

Bacoj’s penis in front was longer and
thicker than the other. It tapered to a point like a bullet, and a
drop of whitish fluid depended from the small opening. There was no
opening on the smaller twin, and Lindsey couldn’t figure out its
function.

“I don’t understand. What’s the second
one for?”

From the corner of her eye, she saw Vax
and Japohn grin at each other. She glanced at them. They propped
against the far wall, gloriously naked like Bacoj. They were as
chiseled with muscle and they too had extra … appendages. Japohn’s
front penis was the size of a baby’s arm. A big baby. Okay, a
toddler. Nervous excitement roiled in Lindsey’s belly.

Bacoj caught her by the chin and gently
turned her to face him again. “I show you.” The dark promise in his
eyes made her shiver in anticipation.

He scooped her up and laid her down on
the bed. But instead of illuminating her on the whys and wherefores
of two penises, he kissed her again, crouching over her body. The
warmth in her belly roiled, a ticklish, teasing sensation. Who knew
a kiss could be so exciting? Lindsey had never guessed the simple
act of joining mouths could be so thrilling.

Bacoj kissed his way down her neck to
her breasts. Lindsey gasped and arched as his lips closed over one
carnation-pink nipple, sending bolts of desire rocketing through
her body. Her nipple tightened, becoming a sharp peak in response
to his attention. He sucked on the hard nub, and she writhed
beneath him as the pleasure doubled, tripled. It was as if there
was a direct connection between her breast and her lower regions.
Sensation zipped back and forth between the two points, making her
gasp.

His hand stroked her other breast, his
thumb playing over that pebbly point. Bacoj teased the small mounds
with fingers, mouth, teeth and tongue until Lindsey thought she
might scream. Desire spiked almost painfully under Bacoj’s torture.
His weight held her pinned to the sleeping mat, otherwise she might
have blasted off right through the ceiling into space. She keened
wordless cries, expressing the sweet torment he put her through. At
last he had pity for her and continued his journey down her
body.

Lindsey found a little sadness despite
her intoxicated state as she watched him lick down her sunken
belly. She’d lost at least a cup size on her breasts, and her ribs
were obvious beneath her skin. Her hip bones jutted. But Bacoj
didn’t seem to mind her too-thin frame. His mouth devoured her
greedily, as if he’d finish wiping the remaining flesh from her
bones.

Lower and lower, until his tongue
probed her navel, sending fresh shivers down her spine and erasing
her self-consciousness. She wondered if he’d go lower still and
perform the act the Church had damned as profane. She wanted him
to. And she wanted to do the same for him. The thought made her
shiver with anticipation.

Bacoj grasped her thighs, propping them
over his wide shoulders. His gaze flicked up to meet hers, and he
smiled. “You smell like ocean.”

“Is that good?”

“I like.” And as if to prove it to her,
his face dipped down to her secret flesh. His mouth closed over it
in the sweetest kiss of all.

Lindsey arched as overwhelming desire
bubbled through her womb. She cried out to feel Bacoj’s tongue
sweep over the pink petals of her core, scooping up the sticky
honey of her need. Every sense was alive, every cell of her being
electric with an ache of the deepest pleasure she’d ever known. Her
feet drummed helplessly against his back in reaction. He chuckled
against her mound.

Bacoj laved her thoroughly, leaving
none of her folds untasted. He held her thighs tight to his
shoulders, stilling her lower body for his attentions. Lindsey’s
upper body writhed, caught up in the thrills that raced through her
being. The warm ball of pleasure built thick in her belly, pressing
at the confines of her body until she thought she might
faint.

Every time his tongue found her
clitoris, a bright bolt of sensation crashed through her womb,
leaving Lindsey moaning. It felt so good, yet it was torment too.
She felt she might explode if he didn’t quit.

But instead of halting the delicious
torture, Bacoj increased it. His lips closed over the hard nub of
hungry flesh, holding it in their soft vise as his tongue flicked
quickly back and forth. Then Lindsey did beg him to stop, her voice
strangled with need. “Don’t, please, stop, stop, STOP!”

She grabbed handfuls of his thick, soft
hair, trying to push him off. The sensation was overwhelming,
straining her beyond endurance. She couldn’t take it, it was too
much, he was killing her with bliss…

Molten ecstasy filled her and exploded
outward. A bright flash of lightning filled her loins, and she
screamed as overwhelming sensation flung her into a pulsing nirvana
of exhilarating pleasure. Waves of bliss pounded through her body,
and she had a vague knowledge that she was now grinding against
Bacoj’s face, riding every throb of delicious fulfillment, the
likes of which she’d never imagined. His mouth shattered her in a
million glorious pieces, and she didn’t care if she never came
together again.

The bright point ebbed, giving her a
brief moment of breath, then another brilliant flare filled her.
Then another. And once more.

An eternity later, Lindsey slowly
returned to herself, sobbing in the wake of her first orgasm. Bacoj
climbed over her to embrace her gently, murmuring softly to her in
his own language. She held onto him tightly as she regained
reality. His arms surrounded her, keeping her safe and
whole.

He made sure I enjoyed it. He could
have selfishly done his business with me, taken what he wanted
without any concern at all for my enjoyment. But he
didn’t.

The alien’s consideration and
generosity was a pleasant surprise. More than anything, Lindsey
suddenly wanted to return the favor. She wanted to make him feel
good too.

She felt his sexes nudge at her still
trembling flesh, and she suddenly realized what the second penis
was for.

The Church’s greatest sin. Holy crap,
did Earth know about this? Is that why they hated the Kalquorians
so much?

Bacoj slipped a hand between them,
probing her secret flesh. “Tight. To make ready,” he whispered, and
he slipped a finger inside her sex. Lindsey gasped to feel
something inside her body re-igniting the clamoring need so
recently discovered. Her sheath grasped at the invader.

The alien moved his finger in and out,
delighting her senses. His mouth seized hers as he pleasured her,
and she tasted herself on him, salty and sweet.

Bacoj added a second finger, and she
groaned into his mouth. Lindsey had always felt ambiguous about
sex. It was far too deadly to chance on pre-Armageddon Earth, and
never having found a man she could trust fully enough to marry,
she’d

dismissed all thoughts of intimacy. But
now need was roaring through every cell of her body, demanding and
overwhelming her.