Alien Salvation
By
Tracy St. John
(c) Copyright July 2011, Tracy St. John
Cover Art (c) 2011 by Eliza Black
Smashwords Edition
Published by new Concepts Publishing
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s
imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or
events is merely coincidence.
Chapter One
Lindsey McInness peered through her binoculars from the top of the office building, looking at the Fort Lauderdale beach three blocks away. The silver oblong shape lying on the beach tilted to one side, one of its landing struts badly bent. The Kalquorian shuttle had landed hard, skipping across the blond sand like a stone skipping across the water. Lindsey had watched it come down half an hour earlier.
Her father Aaron squinted through his own set of binoculars while her mother Tara crouched between them, her face eternally peaceful as always. The sharp sea breeze lifted Tara and Lindsey’s matching chestnut locks and Aaron’s soft gray strands. The breeze was cooling in the heat of the early spring sun.
Tara finally asked, “Any signs of life?”
“Not yet.” Lindsey put the binoculars down and looked at her mother. Despite Tara’s serene expression, her appearance made Lindsey wince. She was too thin, her tank top and shorts accentuating her starved appearance. Her arms and legs were sticklike. Food had been hard to come by lately, and none of them had possessed an extra ounce of fat when Armageddon had struck Earth six months earlier. With Aaron injuring his back falling down the stairs a few weeks ago, the situation was becoming desperate for the little family.
Desperate enough that Lindsey had decided to approach the Kalquorian ship the moment she saw it careening through the powder blue Florida sky. With no sign of life coming from the craft, it was time to make her move.
“I’m going down for a closer look,” she informed her parents.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Aaron frowned, putting down his binoculars too. The past two years had been harsh to him. He was in his mid-fifties, but living in hiding and then seeing most of Earth demolished in cataclysmic explosions had aged him badly. His eyes were sunken, his face almost skull-like. It broke Lindsey’s heart to see him look so old.
“It isn’t, but those Kalquorians probably have food. If they survived, they might be willing to share. If they’re dead, they won’t need it anyway.”
Lindsey hurried across the roof to the door leading into the building, keeping her gaunt frame huddled in a crouch. Kalquorians, other Earthers, whatever was out there — she had no intention of advertising the family’s presence to anyone. Her parents followed, Aaron moving slowly with pain.
At least he could still walk. Maybe there was a Kalquorian doctor on that shuttle. Maybe the Kalquorians were friendly, having nothing to do with Armageddon. And maybe Santa Claus was with them, handing out presents to good little children. Help was too much to hope for, but Lindsey had lived on little more than hope for a long time.
They entered the stairwell, finally able to straighten and walk normally without the fear of hostile eyes upon them. Tara also existed on hope, which was obvious in her next statement. “They might know Jessica.”
Aaron’s voice echoed in the stairwell as they climbed down the six flights. “We don’t know for sure the Kalquorians weren’t behind the attack on Earth. We were at war with them, after all.”
Lindsey saved her reply until they reached the ground floor. She entered the office building’s lobby, which had been looted. Graffiti was scrawled on all the walls, charming little notes like ‘God is Dead’, ‘Traitors Die!’ and the darkly humorous ‘My Parents Visited Earth and All I Got Was This Lousy Mushroom Cloud’.
Broken furniture lay in huddled piles, some blackened by fire. Heat blasted like a furnace in the poorly ventilated area, and Lindsey was grateful for her tank top and shorts.
The family made their home on the top floor and roof where looters and refugees were less likely to discover them. With all government and law enforcement a thing of the past, it was every man for himself. Survival now depended on one’s ability to defend herself and her supplies.
Lindsey picked her way over rubble to get at a small storage closet, though her steel-toed boots were good protection from the metal and glass pieces scattered about. She cast careful glances at the entrance doors as she went, now just glass shards clinging to metal frames. They hadn’t blockaded the entrance. Nothing attracted looters like the appearance of defense. Lindsey had saved her booby traps for the top two floors.
She tried for a comforting smile to ease her father’s fears. “If the Kalquorians are as desperate for Earther women to breed with as the underground claimed, it makes no sense they’d have set off all those bombs. Why would you kill off the species needed for your own survival?”
His face went even grayer, if that was possible. “That’s another reason to not rush over to that ship. You don’t know what they’ll do when they see you. They might rape you. Abduct you.”
Lindsey reached the supply closet and opened the door. Pulling out the false floor, she grabbed a percussion blaster. The larger stockpile of weapons was upstairs, within easy reach of where they lived. “I’ll be careful.”
Tara winced, her dislike of violence finally rippling through her calm acceptance of life’s rough treatment. “A blaster?”
“You’d prefer me unarmed?” She watched her mother struggle with her fears for Lindsey’s safety and her Buddhist beliefs against armed confrontation. Lindsey leaned down to kiss her mother’s elfin face, unable to watch the moral conflict duking it out in her eyes. “I won’t shoot them on sight, Mom. I’ll give them a chance to be nice.”
“Do what you have to,” Aaron said, but he lowered his eyes when Tara looked at him. His voice low in apology, he said, “Losing one daughter was more than I wanted to bear. I can’t face losing both.”
Tara nodded her understanding, hugging him close with skeletal arms. Unable to witness their pain, Lindsey turned away and crept to the double doors, alert for any sign of others in the area. “Get back upstairs,” she ordered. “Stay out of sight. The crash might attract some desperate characters to the area, and I don’t want to lose what little we have.”
Nothing outside stirred except the palm tree fronds holding up the blameless blue sky overhead. Lindsey stepped through the doors, angling her body to avoid the dagger shards of glass that reached to spill her blood. She darted to the dubious cover of a burned-out hover shuttle on the street in front of the building, watching carefully for any enemy, be it Earther or Kalquorian.
* * * *
Bacoj was out of the ship and down the ramp the instant the main hatch opened. Japohn’s growl followed him, and the brawny Nobek was on his heels in an instant.
“Bacoj, you wait until I’ve determined we’re clear!”
The young Kalquorian turned to face his clanmate. “You’ve been scanning for hostiles for the last thirty minutes. How much more clear can we be?”
The massive Japohn stood over him, his blue-purple eyes scanning the windswept beach on one side and the tall buildings on the other. Long, loose black curls spiraled to his muscular shoulders, left bare by his red-trimmed black formsuit. Japohn was a behemoth by even Kalquorian standards. He looked big and clumsy with 300 pounds of bulky muscle, but Bacoj knew his Nobek’s agility was not to be underestimated. The man was quick and vicious in a fight. If Bacoj hadn’t been so angry right now, Japohn’s scowl, nearly hidden behind his mustache and goatee, might have given him pause.
Bacoj turned to look their surroundings over. On the street bordering the beach, abandoned hover craft transports and archaic automobiles on round black wheels dotted the surface on which they had once traveled. Almost all of them were blackened, burnt hulks of metal and molded plastic. None of the nuclear explosions that had wiped out most of Earth’s inhabitants had happened here. The surviving Earthers had obviously turned on each other in an orgy of destruction.
Japohn’s sharp eyes looked over everything, suspecting every piece of the landscape of harboring enemies. “We may be under observation from a distance. Let me do my job of protecting you.”
Nobeks were the clan defenders, and Japohn was taking his position very seriously. Too seriously, in Bacoj’s opinion. He twitched, shaking off Japohn’s heavy hand on his shoulder. “I’m already outside. I need to check the engine to see how much damage was done.”
He strode over the rippled skin of sand, hearing the soft grind of his knee-high boots against the grainy surface. He restrained a groan at the damage to the underside of their shuttle. It looked like Japohn had used it for a punching bag. He opened the engine
compartment, wincing in expectation. “We took a direct hit from that magnetic surge. It can’t be good news.”
Japohn ran his hand over the hull. “The whole skin is crumpled. It’s my fault. We should have taken the long way and avoided the portal like you wanted.”
Yes we should have, Japohn. But we always have to do things your way, don’t we? Bacoj bit back the angry words. His clanmate sounded sincerely upset with himself, especially since their other clanmate Vax had been hurt in the crash. And who was really at fault? He knew who his superiors would blame.
Bacoj took a deep breath. “I was the one piloting. And I am clan leader. The blame for this is mine.” He raised his voice to a yell. “Vax, hit the ignition.”
The shuttle powered up with a thick grinding sound that masked its usual efficient hum. Purplish-black smoke roiled from the compartment, and Bacoj coughed as the fumes hit him. Still, there was a sense of relief.
“All right, shut it down!”
The ship fell silent again. Light thumps on the ramp claimed Bacoj’s attention, and he turned to see Vax leave the ship to stand at Japohn’s side. The smallest member of their clan, Vax looked somehow childlike and defenseless next to the Nobek. His well-formed face, usually gentle with a smile, was drawn. His brows pinched close to each other. Bacoj’s Imdiko, the clan’s nurturer, was in obvious pain, his broken arm encased in a hard shell and supported in a sling.
“What’s the verdict?” he asked them.
Bacoj smiled encouragingly. “Fortunately, I don’t see major damage to the engine. It’s the power recharger that’s the real problem, along with the loss of all but one thruster. I can repair it well enough for a few short hops.”
Vax, ever the optimist, smiled back. “It beats walking.”
Bacoj looked towards the southwest, seeing nothing but dark, hulking buildings, the glass broken out of windows and doors and strange hieroglyphics painted on their exteriors. He’d learned a little of the Earther language English since that was the dialect of the area he was assigned to. But he couldn’t read any of the writings posted on the seemingly abandoned buildings. Bacoj was low in rank, a mere shuttle pilot, and he hadn’t counted on much interaction with Earth’s native population.
“I’ll also have to repair the stabilizers. Once that’s done, we might be able to reach the search teams southwest of here within three days.”
Vax’s blue-purple eyes widened. “Three days? There’s no hope of restoring communications with the fleet?”
He must be in a lot of pain to be so worried. We’ll have to make him take pain inhibitors. Bacoj swallowed. Vax was an easygoing man, never making waves and content with whatever life threw in his direction. The complete opposite of Japohn, in fact.
“The com panel is fried, along with environmental controls. We’ll have to open the atmospheric vents and hope this mild weather holds.” The gravity of their situation hit Bacoj with renewed strength. “My commander is going to have my head for this.”
Japohn frowned. “I was the one who insisted we take the unstable Bermuda Triangle portal. If anyone is to be punished it’s me.”
Bacoj regretted sharing his anxiety. “I’m the pilot and the clan Dramok. The responsibility is mine. How’s that arm, Vax?”
The Imdiko tried for a brave smile, but he looked like he might vomit. “Sore, but I think I’ll survive.”
“I want you to take a pain inhibitor.” When Vax opened his mouth to protest, Bacoj held up his hand for silence. “We’ve got enough for you to last until we get to the search party’s base.”
“But if someone else needs it—”
“No one else is hurt. You’ll take as much as you need.” It was easy to be clan leader with Vax. He took orders with little argument.
Japohn stiffened, and they immediately looked in the direction that had his attention. Vax asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Someone’s coming.”
Bacoj saw nothing moving among the refuse of the Earther landscape but didn’t doubt his Nobek’s claim. A bounty hunter before the war, Japohn could detect danger better than most. Bacoj’s hand went to the dagger sheathed in his belt. “How many?”
“I think one. You two had better get back inside the shuttle just in case.”
Bacoj let go of the blade, confident in Japohn’s ability to handle a single Earther. “We’re a rescue operation first and foremost. It may be someone who needs our help.”
“We aren’t in much of a position to help anyone, including ourselves,” Japohn reminded him.
“Still, let’s not be too hasty to attack if we’re approached. We can at least give a good impression of our people.”
Japohn snorted, his gaze still riveted on a burnt out husk of a transport vehicle. Bacoj couldn’t be sure if he would obey his orders. Not for the first time, he wondered if he’d made a mistake clanning the assertive Nobek.
* * * *
Peeking through the filthy windshield of an electric car, Lindsey swallowed, her dry throat clicking. All three aliens were staring in her direction. She’d been spotted despite her best efforts to remain hidden. She was still a block away. Surely that was enough of a head start for her to evade them.
But her parents were starving, especially her father. Lindsey knew he’d been going without to make sure Tara had enough food. Desperation made her bold. She stood up straight and walked towards the Kalquorians, putting on a brave face like a mask.
She studied them as she drew closer, staring at them as frankly as they stared at her. Her eyes went to the tallest one first. She’d known Kalquorians were big, averaging about six and a half feet tall, but this one was a monster. His clinging black outfit showed every bulge of his amazing physique. Black curls hung to his wide, bare shoulders. His skin, like the other two, was dark like the people of the Middle East. His face was handsome but the expression he wore, watchful with suspicion, made him look brutish. Fear licked through her belly, turning her insides strangely warm. Heavens, he was the most virile-looking creature she’d ever set eyes on.
The smallest of the three men was still at least a foot taller than her own five-five height and well-muscled in proportion to his frame. The tense but gentle expression he wore gave her courage to keep going. Hair swept back from his attractive face in soft waves. She liked the strength of his chiseled jaw. He’d apparently been injured. One of his arms was encased in a hard-molded gray shell, and a strap slung around his thick neck held it close to his chest.
The third man was thicker bodied than his injured friend, his face striking even though it wore a frown. Despite the downturn of his sensuous lips, he didn’t look unfriendly. His was a look of concern, as if he had enough problems without an Earther showing up for who-knew-what reason. He tossed his head as a breeze blew an errant lock of his long, wavy hair across his unlined face. Lindsey wondered if the hair was as soft as it looked.
Lindsey had known the Kalquorians were similar in features to Earthers, but she hadn’t expected them to be so attractive. They were gorgeous examples of masculinity with wide shoulders, tapered waists, muscled thighs and … she warmed as her gaze skittered over the prominent bulges of their crotches. Their clothing left very little to the imagination.
Considering what she was about to do, it was a good thing she found them to be so handsome. Hopefully, she would be as attractive to them. She was clean, at least. Yesterday’s rain had given her the opportunity to bathe.
She reached the curb across from the three men. Without slowing, giving her mounting fear no chance to overtake her, she crossed Highway A1A, stepped up on the opposite curb, and stomped over the soft beach sand to stand in front of the black-suited trio. She kept her blaster held loosely at her side. She wanted them to know she wasn’t helpless but didn’t want to be overtly threatening either.
She looked up at them, trying to ignore her speeding heart. Three pairs of purple eyes regarded her, their pupils slit like cats’. That was the biggest difference she could discern between their races. She’d heard they also had fangs, hinged like those of a rattlesnake. A Kalquorian’s bite supposedly rendered his victim drugged and helpless.
They were so big. Lindsey had to force her blaster to remain at her side.
“Hello, Kalquorians. Can you understand me?” She enunciated each word carefully.
It was the frowning Kalquorian with the sensuous lips who answered. “We speech some English.”
His voice was a soft rumble, and Lindsey restrained a shiver. His gaze was so intense, she had to look away. She nodded at the badly dented spaceship behind them. “It looks like you’re having a little trouble.”
The Kalquorian glanced back at his ship, his frown deepening. His gaze returned to her, and he stepped closer. Lindsey caught a scent that reminded her of cinnamon.
“Much trouble,” the man agreed. “Portal unstable. Make damage.”
“The Bermuda Triangle wormhole? Yeah, it eats ships. None of ours can use it unless they’re double hulled with buffer fields.” She licked her lips. “Are you here to hurt Earthers?”
His eyes widened, and he held his hands up. “No to hurt. We to work containment for radiation.” He made a vague motion towards the northwest. “You understand?”
He must mean the Atlanta blast site. The Kalquorians are trying to contain the fallout? Lindsey nodded. “I understand. Do you have food?”
The biggest Kalquorian’s eyes narrowed, and his lips pursed. However, Lindsey saw compassion fill the others’ faces. The Kalquorian who spoke to her stopped frowning. He said, “We supplied short time. You hungry?”
Some of her tension bled away. They were willing to share with one Earther at least, but their food was apparently limited. She had to make it worth their while to feed the rest of her family. Lindsey gave them a hopeful smile, trying for friendliness. It wasn’t easy when her legs trembled so hard.
“Do you have names?”
The aliens’ speaker returned her smile, and Lindsey felt warmth cascade through her body despite her fear. The smile lit his handsome face, elevating him to mouthwatering gorgeous. He said, “I am Dramok Bacoj.” Motioning to the suspicious giant, he continued the introductions. “My Nobek Japohn. The injured is Imdiko Vax.”
Lindsey dragged her memory for the limited information she had on Kalquorians. “Dramok is the clan leader, right?”
Bacoj looked pleased. “This is correct. Nobek is protector. Imdiko is caregiver. You name?”
“My name is Lindsey.” She bit her lip. Was she really about to do this? She thought about her father’s drawn face, her mother’s twig-like arms. Taking a deep breath, she plunged ahead. “I’ll be blunt, Dramok. My family is starving. All the food has been looted from the stores and there’s precious little to hunt in Fort Lauderdale. We don’t even have anything to use for bait to catch fish, and—”
Bacoj held his hand up, stilling her stream of nervous words. “You fast speak too much, Lindsey. I no understand.”
Okay. Then we’ll just cut to the chase. Lindsey said, “Kalquorians like Earther women for sex, right?
Three mouths dropped open in cartoonish shock. She almost laughed despite her growing terror. The expressions so didn’t fit the aliens’ faces.
Blinking fast, Bacoj answered, “We are need for species survive.”
“Then the rumors of your imminent extinction are true.” At Bacoj’s confused expression, Lindsey said, “You like sex for its own sake?”
Bacoj exchanged looks with his clanmates and received very Earther-like shrugs. He returned his gaze to Lindsey. His tone was hesitant, as if afraid he would get the answer wrong. “We like sex.”
“With women?” She’d heard so many stories about the Kalquorians that she had to be sure.
“We like sex with women.”
Lindsey couldn’t help another nervous swallow. “Fine. I’ll trade sex for whatever food you can spare. I can’t say I’ll be very good since I’ve never done it, but it’s all I have to offer.”
The effect of her statement was instantaneous. Even as the three men stared at her in continued surprise, the air was suddenly thick with that cinnamon-y smell and the bulges at their groins swelled. Lindsey fought the urge to run screaming. The only male sex she’d ever seen belonged to a statue in an illicit art book she’d gotten from a friend. From the looks of things, her would-be lovers were much larger. Frighteningly so.
The biggest Kalquorian, the scary one Bacoj had introduced as Japohn, spoke in a hoarse voice. “You give sex for us? All of clan?”
Lindsey forced her eyes to meet his. Blue-purple, they were beautiful to look at, the least threatening feature the man possessed. “That’s the offer, big boy. Willing sex from me for food.”
The soft voice of Vax spoke next. “How many to feed?”
“Three. Myself and my mother and father.” The tension in their exchanged looks told her she was asking a lot. Tears welled up in Lindsey’s eyes. Where would she get food for her parents if they said no? She blinked back the evidence of momentary weakness. Her tone was less than diplomatic as she snapped, “Well, do we have a deal?”
Vax said something in his own staccato language. Japohn answered, his glowering face easing to show concern. Vax shook his head before delivering another burst of speech, his gentle smile growing. Both men looked to Bacoj, who nodded.
He smiled down on Lindsey, his eyes bright with eagerness. “We make trade.” He reached for her.
Lindsey stumbled back a step, her guts flip-flopping. She thought of her parents on the rooftop three blocks away, watching the exchange. If Aaron knew what she’d agreed to on his behalf, he’d throw himself down the stairs again. “Can we do this inside?” she asked, looking towards their ship.
Bacoj nodded. “Sleep mat inside.”
“Okay.” Lindsey’s stomach churned with nerves, and she couldn’t help but look at the large bulges in the Kalquorians’ pants. Handsome as they were, she was sure she wasn’t going to like their attentions one bit.
She turned to wave towards the office building where her family hid, letting them know everything was all right … okay lying to them that everything was all right. Her heart pounding, Lindsey marched up the ship’s ramp past the men and entered its interior.
Chapter Two
Lindsey waited for the men in the main cabin of the shuttle. It was a small space with bench seating around two small round tables attached to the floor. The ceiling, floor and walls were all the same white surface, and the black furniture was stark. She thought little of the Spartan décor.
She shrank back as the aliens joined her. Their sheer size was so intimidating. Was she really going to do this?
Bacoj looked at her, his gentle expression doing little to alleviate the dread settling heavily in her stomach. He walked past her to the back of the cabin, where a door hissed open. “Here sleeping room,” he announced.
She slowly walked toward him, aware the other two men were behind her. Surrounded. If she changed her mind, would they let her go? Or would they force her to keep her bargain? The swelling of Bacoj’s groin told Lindsey he very much wanted to have her. She fought back the rise of panic that threatened to send her screaming out of the shuttle and down Fort Lauderdale’s debris-strewn streets.
She peered into the sleeping room, standing just outside the doorway. This room had a little more warmth than the main cabin. Golden light emitted from the walls and ceiling, casting a warm glow. Soft chocolate brown plush covered the little bit of the floor not covered by the bed, a raised billowy surface big enough to sleep a family. Or three large Kalquorians. White linens covered its surface.
“You all sleep in here? Together?”
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.
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.
She rode him harder and harder, and the warm tickle of bliss began its upward spiral, heating her insides with renewed vigor. “No long, Lindsey,” Vax warned, his face working as he grew thicker and heavier inside her body.
Good, because I’m not far from it either. Now where was that spot Bacoj found?
Lindsey ground her hips in a circle as she bounced atop the gasping Kalquorian, searching for that elusive part that had felt so explosively sensational. Vax’s hand fell from groping her breasts to her mound. Corded muscle stood out from every scrumptious inch of his body. His thumb pressed against her clitoris, and something inside her heaved.
“Now, Lindsey!”
At that moment, the length of his penis slid over the tight bundle of nerves at the front of her sheath. The detonation was instantaneous, and Lindsey ground against the bucking man, lost in the rapture of orgasm. It poured over her, each wave sweeter than the last.
Lindsey almost fell on top of Vax, remembering at the last second his injury. She held herself up on shaking arms, sobbing for air as the surges pounding her insides slowed to ripples. Vax’s manhood pulsed within her, his groans filling her ears like the purest melody ever played.
At last they quieted. Vax stroked her long, chestnut hair, his smile as delighted as a child discovering his surprise birthday party. “Apology so fast. Happy you enjoy.”
“I sure did. I’m going to have to do this more often.”
“You do again now? Too tired?” Japohn’s voice was cautious, as if he expected to be turned down.
The first stab of fear since Bacoj’s bite hit Lindsey as she looked at the looming Nobek. Perhaps the intoxicant was wearing off, because the sheer size of the man was overwhelming.
“You’re extremely endowed, Japohn, much more than I expected when I made my offer. I’m not sure a girl my size can handle you.” She tried not to stare at his burgeoning sex, but found it hard to take her eyes away. She looked him in the face with difficulty.
His face lit in a smile, shocking Lindsey with its sudden absence of ruthlessness. She hadn’t realized how truly savage he seemed until the predatory expression he wore was wiped away. It amazed her to recognize Japohn could actually be charming.
The bass rumble of his voice was just as alluring. “No fear, Matara. No hurt. Much pleasure.”
Lindsey was getting tired and starting to ache down below. But it wasn’t fair to have struck a trade, have sex with Japohn’s clanmates, and then deny him the same privilege. She had every intention of living up to her word if possible.
“You’re sure? It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that—”
Her voice died out as he approached her. Japohn’s mere presence was enough to steal her ability to speak. Lindsey felt every bit of strength flee.
He stroked her hair, his touch as gentle as a father soothing a child. “Bigger Kalquorian men with smaller Earther female than you. Make good sex, no pain.”
“There are even bigger men than you?” Lindsey was aghast.
Bacoj and Vax laughed at her expression, but their hilarity wasn’t mean. Bacoj nodded. “Japohn big, no biggest. Japohn careful to Lindsey.”
Well, she’d have to trust them on this, she supposed. She’d made an agreement. “Okay. If you’re sure.”
Japohn’s arms gathered around her, pulling her carefully off Vax. “I bite, if help?”
Lindsey thought about it. She was curious to learn if sex would be as good without the intoxicant, but with its influence waning, fear was making giving in to the Nobek hard. “That might be best.”
Bacoj helped Vax off the bed. “Bite part normal sex for Kalquorians. Make pleasure more.”
Japohn held her close, her back to his chest. His sexes curved up tight against her buttocks. Lindsey swallowed to feel the immense, throbbing flesh beneath her. “Yeah, I’ve had no complaints so far. It was pretty — ow, darn it, that smarts!”
The bite came suddenly, and again the pain began to fade before she could finish her complaint. There had to be some kind of anesthetic in the aliens’ saliva, she guessed. Good thing, because the brief flash of agony was more than enough to bear.
Her attitude about being bitten started to change within seconds. Euphoria settled its warm embrace around her, and Lindsey relaxed in Japohn’s arms. The hot flesh of his erections was more titillation than a dreaded prospect now. Oh yes, she definitely looked forward to having this man too. She squirmed against him to let him know he was most welcome to take what he wanted.
Japohn’s fangs pulled free. His mouth closed over where he’d bitten her, sucking hard on her neck. Like the fabled vampire, he drew on her blood. She heard him swallow, and her head fell back on his shoulder. Knowing he fed on her, she eagerly acquiesced to his hunger. It gave her a strange sense of elation she couldn’t understand. And it made her fervent to be possessed sexually again. Her secret flesh pulsed with renewed need.
His mouth left her neck. “Matara,” he whispered in her ear. His warm breath made her skin erupt in goosebumps.
She turned her head to look in Japohn’s eyes. Their cool depths consumed her. “What does Matara mean?”
“Childbearer.”
The word niggled at Lindsey’s intoxicated conscience. She’d not considered the Kalquorians could get her pregnant. But that was what the war had been about; Kalquor’s need for mates and Earth’s refusal to provide them.
She knew she should be concerned about the consequences of sex with the men, but she’d already mucked it up with the first two. And feeling Japohn hard and ready against her incited too much lust to think her way around. She’d worry about it later.
Japohn kissed her, his mouth more demanding than the other two had been. One arm still wrapped around her waist, holding her off the floor, and the other slid down her concave belly to search out her sex. Lindsey bucked against his knowing fingers as they found her softest flesh, and she moaned around the invading tongue. She gushed honey, and Japohn growled against her lips.
He lowered her onto the bed, putting her on all fours. His mouth released her, and after sweeping her hair over one shoulder, he kissed a path up her spine to the back of her neck. Japohn knelt over her, covering her with his solid warmth. His arm left her waist, and he gripped one breast in his palm. He kneaded the soft mound.
The other hand never missed a beat as it rubbed her wet folds. Lindsey moaned, lost in a haze of desire as he handled her expertly. When his thighs pressed against hers, she obligingly slid her knees farther apart, giving him complete access to her womanhood.