Alien Salvation (4 page)

The alien male pulled his fingers free,
and she whimpered with loss. Then one of those fingers, slick with
her juices, settled over her anus, and she froze despite her body’s
eager throb.

Unlawful. The worst sin imaginable.
Death penalty if caught.

“Easy,” Bacoj murmured, and Lindsey
realized she’d been holding her breath. She released it
slowly.

“Sorry,” she apologized, forcing
herself to relax. The bliss from his bite contented her once more.
“Bad memories of what could happen for such things with the old
regime.”

He nodded, his expression sympathetic.
“Earther Mataras on Kalquor also suffer emotion pain much. We know
this touch scare you. I promise no harm.”

Bacoj slowly pressed his finger inside
her taboo orifice, gently stretching her open. The sensation wasn’t
painful at all, not even uncomfortable. It was just strange, in a
heady sort of delightful way Lindsey wouldn’t have been able to
describe to another person. When he moved back down and his mouth
found her swollen nether lips again, the feeling of him filling her
back there grew in pleasure. Little shocks of excitement sizzled
through her lower regions.

Bacoj inserted a second finger,
extending her boundaries farther still. The initial ache of
unaccustomed girth somehow only added to the growing desire now
warming her belly. Lindsey’s groan was answered by a growl from the
alien as he licked and sucked at the soft petals of her
sex.

She closed her eyes, wanting only the
sensation of the fingers working in and out of her, of him mouthing
her until she tiptoed on the precipice of another climax. Lindsey
dug her fingers into Bacoj’s hair, her head lolling from side to
side as he pleasured her in a way she’d never even dreamed
of.

Some sacrifice I’m making. I wouldn’t
mind doing this on a regular basis.

A tiny spasm clenched her guts; a
gentle precursor to better things on the horizon. Lindsey reached
for bliss even as Bacoj pulled free of her. She opened her eyes
with a whine of deprivation.

He grinned at her as he climbed up to
crouch over her. “You ready,” he said.

“Oh yes. I certainly am.”

His hand went between them, adjusting
himself. His rigid lengths, poised at the entrances to both her
nether orifices, were hot and slick. She was suddenly eager to feel
him inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, inviting his
invasion.

“Matara,” he whispered, his face
softening. She basked in the heat of his gaze. He kissed her and
she tasted her salty flavor on his lips.

He pressed into her softness, letting
her slowly envelop him. Lindsey’s breath caught to feel him enter
her carefully, letting her body adjust to his. As he slowly filled
her, she felt a quiet ache again from her tighter orifice. Greater
still was the pleasure of

joining with another body, to be made
one with a separate being. No wonder so many of the Church’s
adherents had been unable to resist the sins that could send them
to prison or execution. The bliss was too profound.

The sudden pain from her lower parts
made her struggle to get out from under Bacoj. He kissed her face,
whispering, “Apology, apology. First sex, pain. Done
now.”

Of course. He’d breached the virgin
barrier, tearing the thin wall of flesh that proved her innocence.
Lindsey quieted, letting him soothe her as the brief agony
faded.

Bacoj continued to ease inside her, and
even as her anal passage became more grudging in its acceptance of
the thickness, she relished the feeling of being possessed. The
slight discomfort somehow added to the overall experience, and
Lindsey felt herself gentle even more to the Kalquorian’s need. He
alternated between looking into her face, his lips parted in an
expression of bliss, and closing his eyes as he savored her tight
warmth.

Bacoj finally reached his end, his
masculine flesh embedded deep within her. Slow spasms from her
sheath clutched at him, and he groaned, pausing for a moment to lie
still. The sensations threatened his control. The Earther was so
hot inside. Yielding. Wet. He’d never felt her like, and he was
glad he’d already brought her to pleasure. He wouldn’t last long,
not in the sweet, balmy confines of her intimate sleeves. Had she
demanded all their food in return for this moment, he’d have gladly
given it to her.

He looked into her alien eyes, the
brown almost swallowed by her strange round pupils. Despite the
oddness of her eyes and her starved frame, he saw her beauty. The
richness of her soft chestnut hair, her full lips, the rounded hips
that deprivation hadn’t quite erased yet … all these things
demanded his appreciation. And the look on her face made his heart
thrum quicker. The expression of soft wonderment and the glazed
rapture in her eyes tugged at his emotions. She intrigued him, this
lovely little Lindsey. He wanted to know her more than just
carnally.

Her hands traced over his face and
torso, her eager touch telling him she liked his appearance as
well. Her mouth curved in a slight smile as she looked up at him.
Bacoj was perversely glad he’d crashed the shuttle. Making love to
this little Earther was worth the censure he’d receive.

He pulled his hips back, leaving the
warm interior of Lindsey’s body. She moaned a protest to feel him
go, drawing back until only the tips of his penises remained within
her. He chuckled as he reassured her. “No finish, Lindsey. I give
more.”

He pressed back inside her, filling the
yawning emptiness. She sighed. And groaned anew as Bacoj found his
rhythm, slipping in and out of her flesh with amazing friction.
Ticklish heat was building again, fed by the growing strength of
the alien’s thrusts.

Lindsey’s hips moved of their own
accord, meeting Bacoj’s with primal knowledge. She might have never
known a man before, but her body instinctively identified the
mechanics of mating. Their groins slapped together explosively, a
loud

counterpoint to the soft, wet sounds of
flesh sliding into flesh. A growl slipped from Bacoj’s throat, and
a thrill of desire shivered through Lindsey at the animal
sound.

The pace became more frantic, and
rapture expanded as Bacoj’s driving length found a spot so
sensitive within Lindsey’s passage that she forgot to breathe.
Physical elation overcame her, and she tipped over the edge into
mindless ecstasy once more. Bacoj’s cries joined hers, and the
thickness within her pulsed as if to burst through the walls of her
sex. He pounded harder than ever, but the hurt from his eager use
only added to the orgasm that throbbed through her entire being.
Waves of heat beat against her womb, casting her higher and
higher.

At last he collapsed over her,
blanketing her with his big, warm body. Lindsey had never known
such sweet satisfaction.

“You well?” Bacoj whispered in her
ear.

“Oh boy. You’d better believe
it.”

“Good. I happy you enjoy
me.”

“Did I do okay?”

Bacoj propped up on one elbow to smile
down at her. “You feel good. Most good I know.” He huffed in
frustration. “I no have words for goodness you give.”

She giggled. “I think I get the
idea.”

Bacoj grinned, and a sound from one end
of the room stole his attention away. “Apology,” he said and looked
at Lindsey once more. “You sex Vax now?”

Lindsey looked at the two men still
leaning against the wall. She’d forgotten they were there, watching
her with their leader. She wondered that she didn’t feel
embarrassed, but the euphoria from Bacoj’s bite persisted. It
actually turned her on that she’d had an audience.

Vax smiled hopefully at her. “What
about your arm?” she asked.

“We find way.” There was no doubt in
his voice. His eyes were very dark, and his flesh was very
eager.

Bacoj lifted off her. “Lindsey go top
Vax? Easiest for injury.”

Lindsey licked her lips. “Hmm. That
sounds pretty good.”

Vax joined her on the bed, sitting on
its edge as Bacoj moved to stand next to Japohn. Lindsey straddled
the heavily breathing Imdiko. His encased arm was like a block of
wood between them. Despite his obvious excitement to have her in
his lap, he winced.

“Lay back,” Lindsey encouraged. “I
don’t want to bump your arm and hurt it.”

“Wait,” Bacoj said. He suddenly
disappeared in a blur of movement, and Lindsey’s mouth hung open in
shock. She’d never seen anything move so fast. Bacoj could beat a
cheetah in a foot race.

“Are you all that quick?” she
asked.

Bacoj was suddenly next to them. “Yes.”
He held a clear tube with orange liquid against Vax’s
neck.

“Bacoj—” Vax began, protest on his
face.

The Dramok growled something in his own
language, and the smaller alien’s mouth snapped shut. A hiss
sounded from the tube, and Bacoj pulled it, now empty, from his
clanmate’s skin.

“No pain,” he told Lindsey, stepping
away from the bed.

“Good,” she said, seeing the line
between Vax’s eyebrows ease. “But lay back anyway. I still don’t
want to make it worse.”

He brushed her cheek with his good
hand, smiling. “You kind.” He reclined on the bed, letting his
fingers trail down her body. She shivered as he captured a nipple,
rolling it gently between his fingertips. For all his easy nature
and tender touches, Vax was still a hell of a lot bigger than her,
and she felt his strength. Lindsey had no doubt he could dominate
her even with the one arm incapacitated. The thought sent shivers
down her spine, and she wondered at her excitement. Why would being
helpless with this man make her so gooey with desire?

It had to be the intoxicant. Reassured,
she leaned over him to kiss his smiling mouth. Her tongue peeked
out to taste his lips, and he parted them. Lindsey explored his
mouth much as Bacoj had hers. She licked over his tongue, his
teeth, and the roof of his mouth where she found the smooth
hardness of his folded fangs. Sandwiched between their bodies, she
felt the slick twin prods of his arousal pressing against her
belly.

Her hands wandered over him,
worshipping the amazing physique with touch. Were all Kalquorians
in such good physical condition, or had she just stumbled across
the best examples of their kind?

Vax groaned against her lips. “Apology,
Lindsey. No wait long.”

He was worried he wouldn’t last long
enough to ensure her pleasure. That he cared raised her estimation
of him. “When were you last with a woman?” she asked,
curious.

He muttered something in his own
language, and Japohn translated. “On Dantovon, when I join clan.
Few days before war.”

“Two years?” No wonder he was so
fervent with need. “Okay, Vax. Tell me what you want.”

“Raise.” His hand gripped her hip and
pressed upward.

She sat up on her knees, bringing her
sex to hover just over his. He released her to grip both penises,
positioning them so that they poised to enter her.

“Down slow. Do no hurt you.
Careful.”

He was every bit as solicitous as Bacoj
had been, concern for her enjoyment and comfort paramount. Lindsey
decided these Kalquorians were honorable men. She couldn’t imagine
the race bombing Earth’s cities into oblivion, war or
not.

Lindsey moved slowly as he directed,
though she wanted to plunge down, taking his flesh deep into hers.
She was excited all over again and eager to experience more of the
unexpected joys of intercourse.

Vax’s turgid masculinity parted her wet
folds, and she sighed to feel the thick invader slowly enter her
body. Next came the press against her anal orifice, and Lindsey
shuddered against the rush of passion that came with the taboo
incursion. Was it the sensation of being utterly filled or the
delight of partaking in forbidden fruit that made the penetration
so enthralling? She didn’t know. Right now, she didn’t care. All
that mattered was the overwhelming pleasure of intense
fulfillment.

She lowered down on him, both of them
softly groaning as she took all of him in. Lindsey was amazed at
how much she liked sex. Her mother had classified it as pleasant.
Moderation could have been Tara’s middle name, but her description
was well beneath low-key.

Pleasant, indeed. Coupling with a man
is more along the lines of mind-blowing screaming ecstasy. I’ll
have to find Mom a thesaurus.

Being so much bigger than her, the
width of Vax’s hips made it difficult for Lindsey to rise up on her
knees. She struggled for just a moment before getting her feet flat
on the bed, turning her kneel into a squat. She placed her palms on
the sculpted planes of his chest for support, carefully avoiding
his injured arm and making him take her weight as her hips moved
over his. In and out, the friction warming her, spurring her
insides to spasm with pleasure. Boy, it sure felt right to her. “Is
this okay?” she asked.

His response was nearly hidden in a
long, drawn-out groan. “Good. No stop.”

His hand swept over her breasts, and
she responded to the heat of his touch by clenching inner muscles
around his flesh. Vax sucked in air, and his eyes widened.
Interesting. She clasped her sex tighter around his again and was
rewarded with a growl. His fangs appeared, sending a thrill of
desire-tinged fear through her belly. Lindsey thought she might
actually be getting the hang of this sex stuff.