Intergalactic Desire (3 page)

Chapter 5

The morning was quiet. Eating breakfast together, Ester and Rocky did their best to shake off the film coating their brains. The silence was awkward, something Ester recognized as unusual.
We never get awkward, that’s the deal.
One brain, one thought
. That was their motto and their key to success in the cockpit.
Two as one.
There were no secrets and no possible actions that could break the sacred bond pilot and co-pilot shared.

Today was different and it scared her. Even last night there was little conversation after they finished and dressed. No joking, only sparse small talk, keeping it light and comfortable. The air slowly cleared of Rocky’s concentrated pheromones and a relaxed, blissful haze had fallen over both of them.

He held her close and kept her warm as he promised. Ester had dark, confusing dreams. Chased by shadowed creatures with teeth, running and then falling down, down, down… she woke three times in the night, startled by such harrowing visions.

Each time she woke, she lay still, not wanting to wake her companion.
Just let him sleep. I’m not ready to deal with this yet.

Ester finished breakfast and realized she was still not ready to deal.
Awkward.
She glanced at him periodically as she ate and each time he was busted looking at her. Once she muttered, “What the fuck, man,” and dropped her eyes back to her meal pack. That was it. For the first time in the two years they had been working together she did not feel connected to him.

How do I get that back?
She didn’t know and couldn’t believe she was wasting time worrying about it when there were much more vital needs to be dealt with. Water reclamation had to begin, the protein fungus spores had to be planted and activated, survival had to begin with a vengeance.

She poured the rest of her meal pack into her mouth and tossed the empty pouch on the ground. She stood and walked across the cave.

“Where you going?” Rocky spoke up for the first time.

“I need to check the area,” she told him, “If we’re going to set up camp for an extended time, we need to know what we have to work with.”

Rocky set his meal pack down and wiped his chin, “Give me two minutes and I’ll come with you.”

Come with me?
She shuddered with uninvited memories of last night. She glanced over to where the product of Rocky’s orgasm remained puddled on the ground. “No thanks,” she said, perhaps too forcefully, “I just… I mean, I’m just going to do it. Okay?” She half-waited for a reply.

“Okay, I’ll join y…” was all Rocky got out before she spun on her heels and walked toward the entrance to the cave.

Rocky watched her become a silhouette in the glowing mist of morning light shining into the cave entrance. She was form only. Rocky traced the outline of her legs, round ass, soft breasts and slender neck. He felt a surge of blood shift his penis and he looked away quickly, fearing his biology had caused enough damage already

Ester almost looked back a few times, but thought better of it. She knew she needed to talk to him but she had no idea what she needed to say.
Later. Worry about it later.
Ester decided the best course of action was action itself. To do something. To get her body and mind active and accomplish some task.
It always works.

Fortunately for her distracted mind there was no shortage of work to do. There was a long list of protocol procedures to implement, not to mention the simple, practical considerations of supplies and rations. With no idea where they had warped there was zero chance of knowing how long they were going to be here waiting for rescue. It could be weeks. Months. Years.

Kneeling at the mouth of the cave, the morning wind rushed by her in gusts. Ester stared out at the desolate landscape. The rock formation they were huddled in was a solitary outcrop in the middle of a massive empty plain. Purplish and grey, the bruised horizon was pierced here and there by distant jagged mountains. There was one set of mountains that appeared close enough to walk to.
We could make it there. A couple of days, tops
.

They would have to begin trying to locate their Stinger soon. She looked to the south, in the direction of the massive mountain range stretching into the distance.
The ship went that way.
Getting there and over the mountains was a daunting proposition. Ester’s estimate was a month or two of work to get to the other side.

If they found their ship, maybe they could use the coordinate transponder. The transponder would send out signals, faster than light pulses of energy, on a communication band specifically calibrated for such signals. Theoretically, it was possible for EMD forces to pick up this signal anywhere in the universe. Practically, however, Ester knew it was just as possible and likely to find a needle in a planet-sized hay bail. Not great odds, but better than nothing.

It was a lot to take in, the completeness of their predicament.
We’re fucked
.
We went from easy street to shit alley in a couple heartbeats.

Her mind struggled against her insistence on using it. It was overwhelmed, exhausted:
Just let it go, Ester, just let it all go and go back in and curl up with that big, beautiful humanoid and let him make you forget all about it for awhile.

Footsteps beside her drew her out of her dreamy fugue.
Rocky
. She turned, wanting to tell him she was sorry for letting things get awkward this morning.
I was unprepared for how turned on you made me. I was just horny anyways, it’s been awhile since I’ve been fucked and you looked so good that I…

She didn’t have the chance to say this. The footsteps were not Rocky’s.

She screamed as the strange creature attacked, knocking her backwards by ramming her chest and shoulders with the hard, curved horns on top of its head.

Ester slammed into the side of the cave and fell to the ground. The beast attacked again, snarling and gnashing long, sharp teeth at her face. Ester recoiled and punched at its eye. She missed, striking it in the temple instead. Her hand sank into thick, coarse fur.

With a flick of its massive head, the creature scooped up Ester with its horns and tossed her away from the cave. She landed hard, face first, on the gravelly ground, skidding to a halt 20 meters away. The visor of her helmet was spider-webbed with tiny cracks.
Useless
. She couldn’t see out of it anymore.

She removed her helmet and tossed it to the ground, ignoring the dust and grit blowing into her face. Gathering her wits in a few blinks of her eyes, Ester jumped to her feet and prepared to counter whatever came next.

What the Jesus fuck…?
The creature was large and grotesque. Some sort of bear-like ram-cat or a ram-cat-like bear. Either way, it was big, as were its teeth, horns and claws. It was covered in dense black fur and judging by the look in its eyes as it charged, it was hungry.

She reached for her sidearm but her holster was empty.
Shit. My gun
. It was lying on the ground next to her pack.
Inside the cave.
Damn.

The creature swung a heavy paw at her and she ducked, narrowly avoiding its reach. Ester scrambled back a couple of steps, further from its clawed grasp but further from the safety of the cave as well. She would lead it out and away, get the beast in the middle of the wide plain and the make a dash past it, sprint to the cave and hopefully get inside, warn Rocky, grab her gun and…

She dodged another attack.
Come on, baby, come on…

She walked backwards, moving away from the cave, keeping her eyes on the monster in front of her.
A little bit more, a little bit…

The creature’s head suddenly burst open at the crown as several red blasts of energy tore through it. It fell to the ground and twitched, a pool of viscera forming around what remained of its smoldering skull.

Rocky ran past the animal, sliding his laser pistol into its holster as he neared Ester. She smiled at him, wiping a trickle of blood from her lower lip. When he reached her, he grabbed her and pulled her into a big hug. “Are you okay?” There was panic in his voice. He inspected her, touching her short black hair, searching for further wounds or troubles that, thankfully, he did not find.

Chapter 6

In the days that followed, a comfortable routine developed. They did not talk about what happened that first night but they did loosen up and reconnect over menial labors and “household chores.”

They skinned, cleaned and butchered the monster, which they finally classified as a “ram-cat-like bear.” Rocky cut it into filets, steaks and roasts. The thick fur hung drying and curing for later use, as did the bones.

With no ship and no transponder, they had no way to find out where they were and no way to be found. A grim assessment that became grimmer when the size of the universe was calculated with the range of possible warp-jump coordinates.
How long could they be looking for us before they have a chance of finding us? Near infinity days.

She felt it hard the first day, planting protein fungus, organizing supplies, settling in, and she even cried a little on the second day. The third and fourth days were spent predominantly finishing up work on the water reclamation unit and working in unison with Rocky, both of them silent but content.

By now, on the eighth day, their reality had been fully accepted by both of them.
We are here for the long haul
.

That night, eating a juicy bear steak, skewered and roasting over the open nano-fire, Ester’s curiosity finally grew stronger than her denial. She asked, “So, that first night we landed, when you…” she mimed masturbation, “how much of that was just plain biological reaction and how much of if was because you have some deep-seated repressed creepy love stalker type thing for me?” She laughed and rotated the steak, playing it cool and unconcerned.

Rocky chuckled. “And you want to know this because…?”

Ester wasn’t sure now if she sounded as casual as she had hoped to. Her heart was pounding with anxiety. “Because I think you like me.” She paused and Rocky’s reaction was exactly as she expected it to be. A giant laugh. A genuine “guffaw.”

The steak sizzled on the skewer as she turned it again. “I mean more than like me,” she said, challenging him with her raised eyebrows. “As in ‘I think Rustorhan Wenego has true feelings for Ester Rodriguez and I think he wants to…” she took the hot meat from the flames and blew softly on the end, “… do things with her’.”

Rocky’s eyes shifted from amused and tired to amused and intrigued. He took the meat skewer she offered him, “You’ve never used my full name before.” He tore the steak in half and handed her a chunk.

Ester took the meat and smiled.
The answer to this will tell me everything I need to know.
“Well,” she said, “it’s quite a mouthful.”

Rocky started to reply but his quip stopped in his mouth. He gave her an odd look, noticing the mischievous gleam in her eyes. “Oh gods,” he said, leaning closer to her, “you want me to say it, don’t you?”

She laughed and shook her head “no.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, pleased with her obvious lie. “You say whatever you were thinking.”

He stood up, his crotch level with her head. He grabbed his long penis through his pants, “Speaking of mouthfuls.”

They laughed together. That is exactly what she wanted to hear. She grabbed him by the leg and pulled him closer, placing her hand on where his had been, “I thought you might say that.”

His cock grew hard under her touch, pushing at the fabric of his pants. She unzipped them and eased it out, marveling at the size, the sleek beauty of his thick Falganian tool. She kissed it and licked it for a while, feeling it grow harder and hotter in her grip. The moment his member slid into her mouth he pulled her zipper down, almost tearing her flight suit in his passion-induced urgency. While she teased his penis, he clumsily tried to strip her clothes off.

Finally, Rocky reached down and lifted her up. He stared into her eyes, her lips gleaming from the work they had been doing. “Take it all off,” he told her, gesturing to the flight suit still partially around her thighs.

She was not shy. “Take yours off, too,” she commanded. Together they obeyed. It was cold in the cave but the bearskin over the entrance and the nano-fueled campfire made it comfortable enough.

Rocky studied her body, absent-mindedly stroking himself as he did. She was beautiful. Dark Latina skin, rich brown eyes and cropped black hair. Her face was soft, her nose majestic. She was petite but not slight. Her body was strong, lithe and athletic. Round breasts and long legs, her vagina he knew glistening with moist desire.

He reached for her, wrapping his arm around her and placing one perfect ass cheek in his large palm. She let him pull her to him, felt his member rub against her toned abdomen.
There it is…
his pheromones were releasing as his passion grew. She had been waiting for it, she realized. Ester felt her senses pirouette.

She stared back at him.
He’s beautiful. He’s perfect
. His body was dark and strong; he looked to be carved from rich mahogany. His whole body was large, arms and legs muscular and solid, his torso sculpted. He ran his hands over her body, “Have you ever been with a Falgan before?”

She suddenly felt shy. “No,” she said, looking away from his eyes.

“Well then,” he told her, gracefully lowering her to the ground in one smooth motion, “I promise to not take it easy on you.”

She threw her head back and laughed as he buried his face between her legs. Her laughter soon turned to moans of pleasure as he began licking her wetness, deeply kissing her clitoris. She dug her nails into his shoulders as his thick finger rubbed then parted her vulva, joining his tongue in a dip inside her hot core.

“More,” she told him, hooking her hands under his armpits. She pulled him up so his face was level with hers. “More,” she repeated.

For the first time they kissed. Deep and hard. Their lips hungry, their tongues finding each other. He pulled her tight and she lost herself in his arms, in his mouth, in his scent…
oh yes, please…

He grabbed her hips and she grabbed his cock, guiding it to her, rubbing it slowly over her pussy. “Do you want it?” she whispered, feeling the thickness of the head against her lips, “do you want to be inside me?”

“Yes,” he moaned, his cock twitching in her hand, “I want to fuck you.”

“Fuck me,” she offered, guiding him inside. “Fuck me.” She clawed his back as he filled her, his thick cock moving inside slowly. She could not speak. She could not breathe. She could only feel.
It’s what I need
. Unable to hold back, he thrust faster and harder until she came…and came…and came.

She was exhausted but her body was on fire. His pheromones were like a drug, and she found herself pulled back her back for another fix. She was on top now, riding him, arching her back and pumping herself up and down, up and down his shaft. She caressed her body as she fucked him, celebrating her breasts, her tummy, her hips, letting him fondle her and watch her work. She came again, tensing and then releasing herself all over him. A tiny noise escaped his throat. “Yes,” he whispered and she knew.

Its time.
She built speed and tension, riding until he gripped her hips and snarled, “I’m coming…” and his body bucked, his muscles clenching. His legs spasmed as he moaned in pleasure.

Inside, Ester felt him pulse, she felt his penis throb. She came again, and together their bodies trembled in tiny convulsions.
Can it really be like this?
Ester wondered, her brain still blissed out from the powerful pull of his musk.

Under the influence of his scent and her satiation, she couldn’t help but wax poetic to herself, her mind conjuring images of endless days and nights of fucking and eating and sleeping and waking and fucking…
we have nowhere else to be. We have nothing else to do.

It was true. They weren’t going anywhere.

She rolled over and cuddled deeper into his warm skin. “Do you think we can make it work here?” she asked dreamily.

He was thoughtful a moment, playing with her hair. “I think,” he told her, “that we can live long, somewhat happy lives.”

She sat up and looked at him. Her innocent question and his wistful reply were weighted with unintended truths.
Make it work, not live. Somewhat happy, not endlessly joyful.
The sadness in her eyes caught him by surprise.

“What?” he asked her. “What just happened?”

“Nothing,” she said. “I just…” She didn’t want to talk anymore. She wanted to melt, to disappear into his arms and float away from the reality lurking beyond his muscular embrace. “I think we can be more than somewhat happy, if we try.”

He smiled and kissed her forehead, “Of course we can,” he reassured her. It wasn’t even a lie. He believed it and so did she.