The Weaver
Published by Marie Sterbenz at Smashwords
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Raya sighed as she sat at her loom. She let her gaze wander to the wall on her left. The shelves held her magic crystals and the yarns that were yet to be treated. The wall behind her was all glass. It let in all the natural light that she needed when selecting her colors. The shelves on the right side held all the various blankets to be sold. They covered a range in magic spells that would insure everything from well behaved children to the protection from gossip mongers. Lately she spent so much time weaving magic blankets for everyone on Baraga, that she ignored her own body’s messages. Not a single male on Baraga appealed to her. None compared to the male her magic could conjure up, the problem was that his seed was incompatible with hers.
If she didn’t choose a consort soon, one would be chosen for her and she would be stuck with him for life. She hated the fact that she was obligated to attend the regular meetings of unattached males and females. There was very little difference between the males as all were genetically engineered to look and speak the same.
It wasn’t that they weren’t visually appealing, it was just that they were boring. Her ideal male was not a blond haired, blue eyed, deity. The man she conjured with her magic had black wavy hair, brown eyes, and a great sense of humor. She didn’t have to tell him how to satisfy her; he just knew what she needed and how to turn her into a quivering mass of jelly.
She had tried a few of the Baraga males, the ones sent to her by Kunar, who was head of the senate, but they all preformed exactly the same, as if they were programmed to do it one way from start to finish. They never finished until she did, but it just wasn’t enough. They lacked excitement. She wanted variety. She supposed most of the other females thought the males were just fine.
She used her magic to prevent conception with all of them and this would not set well with Kunar if he knew. If she had conceived with any of them she would have been forced to accept that male as her permanent consort. The thought of having to have one of them forever caused her stomach to turn. She needed to do her duty and create her own replacement with a permanent consort. A child she could train as her mother had trained her.
She had inherited her magic abilities from her mother. The potions and spells were a gift from her paternal grandmother. Trained in the traditional Baragan art of spells, and cautioned that they only be used for good. Raya learned quickly.
Tonight she would conjure up her dream lover and gain some relief from the tension of the day. Mother wouldn’t like this, she thought. But then her mother wouldn’t know since she was no longer on Baraga. Her mother and father had been sent on a diplomatic mission to Skell and would remain there indefinitely. Until then she would weave her magic spells into her blankets for others.
Raya entered her private quarters and removed her jumpsuit, which she threw over the chair in the corner. She slapped the button on the wall next to the entry, sealing herself into total privacy. She went to her clothing bin and pulled out her white conjuring robe. She put it on and set about to create her lover.
She took her magic powders and candles from the shelf above her bed, setting the candles on the sideboard over her clothing bins. She sprinkled white powder over the candles and they burst into flame. Next she called forth her magic man as she sprinkled brown powder into the flames. Excitement flowed through her veins.
“Come to me brown eyed man of my dreams from whence you reside. Next she sprinkled black powder into the flames. Ebony haired one bring me your virility and humor--”
She was two thirds of the way through her conjure when the intercom buzzer went off. “Zgblatt,” she cursed, who could that be! She heaved a disgusted sigh and looked over at the screen above the entry and saw Awnee, her Senate representative. Raya groaned. The woman had become a pain in the zoarch of late. She was probably here to scold her for not yet deciding on a permanent consort.
“Raya, are you there?” Awnee’s voice floated over the intercom. Her dark hair flowed about her shoulders and down to her hips. Her cobalt blue eyes were slightly slanted. Even though she was five years older than Raya, she looked younger.
“One moment please.” She removed her robe, dropping it on the floor, and slipped back into her jumpsuit and then headed for the front of her quarters. Picking up the remote, she pressed the blue button that allowed the door to slide open.
“Raya, I’m sorry to bother you after hours, but the senate needs three of your magic blankets. The ones for protection from aliens.”
“Protection from aliens! What’s next?” She shook her head. “Are we being invaded?”
“I don’t know. All I know is that I was sent here to get the blankets.”
The green blankets that contained the protection were woven with fine Lurocite fibers. Since they only wanted three of them Raya surmised they must have been for the wise ones. Aliens had tried once before to steal the knowledge of their sage scholars. All the men would have to do is cover their heads and their knowledge could not be taken from them.
“All right, follow me. The ones I have are old and the magic may have weakened.” Raya warned as she led the way to her weaving room. She took them down from the shelf, handing the three blankets to Awnee. “I hope they know what they are doing with these.” If they didn’t cover their heads completely they wouldn’t work. Raya shook her head as she watched Awnee leave.
“I’m sure they do.” Awnee called back over her shoulder as she hurried down the corridor and turned the corner.
Raya returned to her quarters, and sealed herself in again. Rolling her shoulders to relieve her tense muscles, she went to retrieve her conjure robe and stopped short. There, standing in her sleep room, was a tall male specimen with short cropped brown hair and green eyes. He was naked from the waist up, holding her robe in his fist and sniffing it. His chest was lightly furred, something she had not seen before on a man. It beckoned to her. She wanted to run her fingers through it to see if it was soft or coarse.
She sucked in her breath as a tingle ran up her fingers. This wasn’t her magic lover. He couldn’t be. She hadn’t finished her spell. He was definitely appealing. A tiny seed of excitement germinated in her midsection.
“Who are you and how in the name of the stars did you get in here?” Nonplussed as to how he had gotten into her private quarters, she stared at him.
“Where am I?” His voice was deep and sexy. His eyes looked her up and down and her heart picked up tempo. “Last thing I remember, I was in my quarters preparing for bed. The next thing I knew, I was in this empty room with this robe on the floor.”
“Where are your quarters?” Raya thought of the aliens Awnee mentioned. While this man looked like her people he did dress funny. His garment was tight fitting and came to just below his crotch. There was a huge bulge in the crotch of his garment. She knew that the bulge must contain his ram. she tried to picture what it might look like. Was it like every other ram she had ever seen? Was it purplish in color or brown? Curiosity overruled any caution she might have experienced.
“My quarters are on the Lancer. Where am I now?”
“You are on the planet Baraga.” He must be the alien that the blankets were requested for protection against. She herself was in no danger. She had no wisdom worth stealing. “What and where is the Lancer?”
“It is an interplanetary ship, and it was,” he paused, “hurtling through space toward my home. What have you done to it?”
“Me? I didn’t do anything to it. I don’t even know how you got here.” It wasn’t possible that her spell could have brought him here. Although, she was interrupted before she completed the spell. No it wasn’t possible! She had never before brought someone to her quarters from space. She did not believe her magic was that strong. No someone had sent him to her quarters by mistake, that had to be it. She couldn’t believe her magic had had that much power.
“Where is your home?” If he was the alien what was she going to do? Could she use her magic on him to protect herself? Baraga was a peaceful planet. They had no known enemies, at least none that she knew of.
“Earth is my home.”
“Earth, I have never heard of it.” She gasped, “You are an alien!”
“I am not an alien!” The indignation in his voice was clear.
She pointed to his garment and said, “Your mode of dress is rather bizarre.” Her body was completely covered and his was not. None of the men she knew ever wore such a tight fitting garment that rode low on ones hips and high on their legs. The crotch seemed to cradle his ram, keeping it snuggled up against his body.
He looked down at himself and shrugged. “It seems you have caught me in my underwear. I apologize for my state of undress.” He gave her a slight bow.
She stared at his crotch again--she couldn’t help it. As she stared at it, it began to grow larger; she gulped and tried to look away. He cleared his throat and her gaze flew up to his face. He was grinning at her and she felt her face grow hot.
“You blush very prettily.”
“Blush.” What the stars was that?
“Yes blush, which is what we call it on earth when someone’s face turns pink. Also you should know that when a pretty woman stares at a man’s crotch, it makes his cock grow.” He took two steps toward her. “Doesn’t that happen here as well?”
“No.” She stuck her hand up as if to stop him. “Don’t come any closer.” She had to think. Puzzled she let her gaze roam over his body. A quick shudder pulsed through her.
“You have nothing to fear from me,” he remarked. “Do I have something to fear from you?”
“I don’t know as yet.” Her eyes kept darting to his crotch. Her mouth went dry at the thought of seeing him completely naked. He called it his cock, not a ram. She wondered what he would call her twink, which had begun to moisten. She needed relief from the heat growing inside her. He was more handsome than her magic lover and certainly much larger. His broad shoulders and narrow hips gave way to long muscular legs. His green eyes sparkled in the flickering candle light.
His hand went to his crotch and he seemed to make some sort of adjustment to the position of his ram. Would it be pointed or blunt? Would it be long or short? It was obviously fat. She had never had a fat ram before; in fact every ram she had ever seen was exactly the same. They were Round, sleek and just long enough to do the job of giving her body its release. Just looking at him made her want to touch him.
“Why did you bring me here?”
Her eyes flew back to his face. “I did not bring you here!”
“Well someone or something did, and I am beginning to think I know why.” He winked at her and she swallowed hard. He took another step closer to her.
Her heart beat increased...she was sure he was dangerous. She could feel it in her bones. It wasn’t physical danger that she sensed, but something intangible. He excited her even more than her magic male.
The alien’s chest was not clean and smooth. It was broader than her magic males’. His arms were thick and his fingers were long and slender. She had to admit that her magic man was patterned after all the Baragan males, except for the color of his eyes and hair. She had never seen any other male to model him after. Her magic man was not as tall as the alien. Baragan males had no body hair. The man standing before her had dark hair on his arms and legs. Curiosity made her want to stroke his well defined forearms.
The desire to touch him was overwhelming. Even though he looked like her own kind, he could still be an alien. Mating with an alien suddenly seemed like a desirable endeavor. She had always been the adventurous sort, ready to try something new and different.
She reached into the pocket of her jumpsuit and pressed the button on the remote that shut down everything in her quarters but the room they were in. She did not want anyone to discover his presence just yet. Also if they were to mate she wanted total privacy. For now, he would be her secret.
“And what reason is that?” Her voice sounded husky to her own ears. This time she took a step forward.
“This,” he said as he placed a hand behind her neck and lowered his mouth to hers. His lips slanted their way across hers. They were smooth and warm. She shivered in response to this new experience. He increased the pressure of the kiss as his lips worked in a massaging circle over hers. Chills ran over her flesh. She moaned softly. Her insides were melting. He opened his mouth and tried to push his tongue into hers. She turned her head away from him and his lips brushed a fiery path across her cheek to her ear. Her heart thudded, threatening to burst through the wall of her chest.
“What are you doing?” Perhaps this was the peril she had sensed.
“It’s a kiss. Don’t you kiss here?”
“No.” She could barely breathe.
“Then let me teach you. I promise you it won’t hurt.”
“I...I don’t know?” She wanted to let him teach her, but could she trust him. After all she knew nothing about him. She desperately wanted him to continue to kiss her to see where it would lead. Her sense of self perseveration told her to stop right now, while her body screamed for her to proceed with the adventure. What harm could there be in continuing to explore this kissing. Deciding on the latter she tipped her face up to his.
“When you feel my tongue on your sweet lips, just open your mouth.”
She nodded her assent.
He kissed her again and this time when she felt his tongue caress her lower lip, she opened her mouth. His tongue slipped inside, danced around and shivers rippled down her spine, Then he sucked her tongue into his hot moist mouth. He tasted spicy sweet. She was drowning in a sensuous rapture more exquisite than anything she had ever experienced .Her insides were quaking, her mind reeling.
She tried to mimic his tongue dance by thrusting her tongue over the roof of his mouth and across his teeth. She sucked his tongue back into her mouth, the way he had done to her, and warmth tore along her spine flooding her twink. Raya lost herself in the blaze that flowed through her core. She longed for closer contact with his rock hard body. Her fingers snaked their way through the fur on his chest, which was both soft and coarse at the same time. The need to have him inside her grew with each thrust of his tongue. His body was hot to the touch. His warm hands held her face while he continued the kiss. She broke the kiss in order to catch her breath.
His warm moist lips slid to her neck as his hand unfastened her jumpsuit. He pushed it off her shoulder and trailed wet kisses all the way to the top of her arm. She pulled her arm out of the sleeve of her jumpsuit. His hot hand trailed down her chest to her teat.
His mouth locked on hers once again as his other hand pushed the top of her jumpsuit completely off the top of her body, catching on her hips. His arms were like steel bands as they went around her and pulled her closer. The tips of her teats snuggled in the hair on his chest, a wave of desire swept through her. Her arms went around his neck, the gesture causing friction on her tips as they drove up through the hair on his chest. He nibbled on her ear lobe, blowing gently. She sucked in her breath and moaned as searing heat settled between her thighs.
When his mouth latched onto her nipple a bolt of pleasure streaked straight to her twink. His hands moved to her waist pushing her clothing down over her hips. With his hands firmly on her ass cheeks he pressed her against him and she could feel the hardness of his ram pressing into her abdomen. She trembled. He moved to her other nipple, his tongue circling the tight nub then gently nibbling on it. Again fire streaked straight to her twink. He trailed little kisses all the way back up to her ear.
“Will you let me fuck you?” he whispered.
“I don’t know what that is,” she breathed.
“Sweetheart, you are in for a real treat.” A treat was just what she needed at the moment.
He picked her up and set her on the edge of the bunk that projected out of the wall. He removed his underwear and his ram leapt forward. She gasped at its size. She had never seen a ram so large. It was long and very fat with a smooth deep pink bulbous head. His shaft was covered in dark blue ridges. Moisture dripped from the slit in its head. She had never thought to conjure up a man with such a large ram.
He stood between her thighs, spreading her legs wide apart. He ran the slippery head of his ram between the folds of her twink. It was good, oh so good. Her body convulsed at the thought of it being inside her, filling her, stretching her.
“Your sweet little pussy is already wet for me.” He pushed his cock into her and began to thrust. “This is called fucking.” He took one of her teats into his mouth and flicked his tongue over the tip. She trembled. “What do your people call this?” He asked between thrusts.
“Ooh...ooh...,” she cried out as a wave of pleasure washed over her. “Mating, were mating!” The friction of his pumping cock was so wonderful that she wanted it to go on forever. Her sensitive insides were being massaged into a molten fevered mass.
“You bet we are, sweetheart!” His voice washed over like silky warm water.
His plunging cock propelled sparks of delight through her with more force than she had ever experienced before. She surmised she might never be satisfied by any other male, magic or otherwise, ever again. She threw her head back and moaned in ecstasy. Her abdominal muscles began to tighten in response to his steady hip action. His thumbs were rubbing the nub above her twink driving her wild.
She pushed her hips forward in an effort to gain greater pleasure. A fierce tremor pulsed over her reeling senses. Her heart beat increased and her breath came in short pants. Her twink constricted around his thrusting ram. Her body began to perspire and her skin tingled. The muscles of her legs tightened and she dug her heels into his firmly muscled ass. By all the stars, she had never enjoyed mating this much before.
Coherent thought escaped her. Mindless, ready to explode, she allowed her body to soar to new heights. The musky scent of his body floated to her nostrils, increasing her pleasure, propelling her onward. Closer and closer to the edge of oblivion she went.
She closed her eyes and let the sensations he was creating in all her parts overwhelm her. She didn’t want this to end. Ever. Too late, her body told her as it exploded in a torrent of sensual contractions. Every part of her quivered as molten passion erupted from her insides spreading outward. Her bones dissolved into a puddle. The intensity of her release caused a scream to erupt from deep inside her. She had never screamed during her release before.
His mouth claimed her other teat and he lapped the tip vigorously as her body jerked and spasmed. The tempo of his thrusts picked up and then suddenly stopped. He was breathing hard and moisture ran down his neck and into the hair on his chest. He stood, head thrown back, his body rigid and still. Her so called pussy was on fire and craving further attention. It needed soothing strokes to stop the contractions that wracked her insides. She whimpered with her legs still wrapped tightly around him, holding him in. Had he finished? She hoped not.
He pulled her off the bunk, still buried deep within her, and walked over to a nearby chair. Every step he took caused his member to jerk inside her. It was pure pleasure. It was the soothing massage she craved. He sat down she dropped her feet to the floor.
“It’s your turn to ride, sweetheart.”
Her eyes searched his face. What did he mean by ride? He placed his hands on her ass and pulled her forward, then pushed her back. In this incredible position he filled and stretched her even more. She got the idea and took over. As she rocked her hips forward intense sensations caused her internal muscles to tighten around him. She moaned her pleasure. She rocked back even slower savoring the feel of his erection, before rocking forward again, plunging him ever deeper inside her. Sliding up his shaft she raked her nails through the hair on his chest then down his torso. He groaned as his body jerked. His response was a powerful aphrodisiac. Better than the power of her magic. She kept her movements forward and back slow at first, then as the pressure built she moved faster and faster.
Thinking she was near another release she stopped and leaned forward to kiss him. She thrust her tongue inside his mouth hoping to cool her body’s rising heat. She needed to stay in control. She wanted to slow things down so as to prolong her pleasure. He groaned and thrust up into her. Every micron of the inside of her twink was being rubbed by his ram. The palms of his hands made circular motions up and down her back. Her flesh broke out in goose bumps. His lasting ability was as good as any sex droid and he was better built. She had tried a sex droid once because they were tireless. She found them to be too impersonal. Most of the women who used them were single and did not want to take the chance they might conceive. No one besides her could conjure up a magic lover.
When she could stand it no longer, she began to rock her hips over his rock hard shaft again. His hands caressed her teats, his thumbs kept stimulating the tips into hard little nubs. Her hips gyrated wildly over his ram, sending luscious flames through her, release came in thundering waves as his body stiffened. This time, as she cried out in her climax, he did too.
They sat forehead to forehead, their bodies locked together, his ram buried deep in her as her twink pulsed and clasped around it.
“Nate,” he panted.
“What?”
“You asked who I was, my name is Nate.”
Nate. She ran the name over in her mind. She liked his name. She liked his body. She especially liked kissing him.
“I’m called Raya.” They continued to sit with his ram still buried inside her, recovering from their wild bout of what he called fucking. Their bodies covered in sweat. His arms wrapped tightly around her, her head now resting on his shoulder, his breath whispering into her hair.
“What now Raya,” he asked. She raised her head and looked deep into his incredible green eyes. His devastating smile caused her heart to lurch.
“I wish I knew. I have never mated with a complete stranger before.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth she realized it wasn’t entirely true. The men Kunar had sent her were strangers to her but not aliens.
“If you give me a little time we can do it again. You have a very tight, sweet, hot pussy. I could do you every day.”
“I would let you every day, but you can’t stay here,” she gasped.
“I don’t intend to stay here forever. Once we figure out how to get me back to my ship you could come with me. You would fit in very well back on Earth. That way we could get to know each other better.”
“Are you crazy? This is my home! I can’t leave here and go with you! Besides we don’t even know how you got here.”
“Why not? I can help you get your rocks off in very short order. It seems to me that that should be one good reason. Another is I think you are very cute and I don’t currently have a girlfriend to share my life with. I don’t want to go back to the Lancer by myself. I really think you should consider coming with me. Just think of all that we could explore together.”
“My rocks off? What is that? And what is a girlfriend?”
“Your climax, orgasm, cum, whatever you call it, you know when you screamed.”
“I see. It’s called a release, and no, it’s not enough.”
“Aw, sweet Raya, I guess until we figure out how to get me back on the Lancer we will have to just stay here like this. A girlfriend,” he continued, “is someone you care for and do things with.” He flexed his hard cock in her and her eyes grew wide. “Perhaps we should get into your bed where we can be more comfortable don’t you agree.”
“I don’t know what I agree to.” She shuddered as he ran his thumb across the tip of her teat. The nub contracted in response. He seemed to know just where to touch her to elicit pleasurable sensations to run through her body. His other hand pulled her head to his and captured her mouth in another searing kiss. She knew a moment’s hesitation. She was getting in deeper than she had anticipated. The craving he created with his kisses kept sucking her in. Her body’s response to everything he did to her kept her slightly off balance. She placed her palms on his firm chest and pushed against him.
“What’s wrong, don’t you like this?”
“I do, I like it very much. In fact I like it too much.”
“You can never like fucking too much.” He kissed her, this time flexing his ram inside her shooting electricity up her spine. He winked at her as she broke the kiss. “It’s a very healthy activity.”
“What does ‘healthy’ mean?”
“It will keep you from getting sick. Do people get sick here?”
“What is sick?”
“What do you call it when people can’t keep their food in their stomach, or if they are hurt or feel pain, or if their skin becomes overly hot?”
“Oh! That doesn’t happen here anymore.” She flicked her wrist. “Through genetic engineering, we have eliminated all of that.” She tilted her head and watched a surprised expression cross his face.
“So you only mate for pleasure.”
“No, we mate to reproduce as well as for pleasure.” She raised her left brow at him.
“Then let me give you more pleasure sweet Raya.” He said as his tongue flicked across her teat. She threw back her head and pressed it into his mouth. He sucked on her, sending liquid fire through her body. The harder he sucked, the more the flames licked up her insides. Her twink began to throb and she clenched her muscles around his ram. His body shuddered in response.
“Bed,” she panted.
He removed his mouth from her teat and she pushed her body off his. The loss of his ram sent a shiver up her spine. They climbed onto her bunk which was almost too small for the both of them. He knelt between her legs then placed them over his shoulders. He put his mouth on her nub and began to lap at it with his tongue.
“Oooh, Nate..., Nate,” she wailed. Her hands fisted in the sheet. Her mouth went dry, heat began to spread out from her core, and she became a mindless, crazed woman. Suddenly his cock was inside her thrusting in and out, faster and faster. Her body stiffened in excruciating pleasure. She pushed her hips upward as hard as she could to receive more friction from his plunging ram. Her breathing came in short pants. Her muscles tensed even more until they could stand no more and she came crashing down. He thrust once more with such force that the bunk shook.
His head was thrown back as he shouted, “Sweet mother-fucker.” He collapsed on top of her and when his breathing returned to normal he kissed her neck. “Raya my sweet, sweet Raya, you satisfy me as no other. Your body is beautiful, your uninhibited responsiveness unmatched. God you are the best thing in the galaxy.”
She ran her fingers through his silky hair. She couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. Her heart raced as never before. He raised his head and kissed her mouth in a soft gentle way.
What’s wrong with me she thought, I have just mated with a total stranger, who could very well be an alien, not once but twice? What am I going to do with him now? How long can I keep him before he is discovered? If he is discovered the senate would take him away from her. Kunar would be furious with her as well.
“I don’t think I want to return to my ship any time soon. Take your time sending me back?” His words brought her back to the present. She glared at him, “You believe I brought you here just for this, and that I can send you back anytime I want.” She laughed and pushed him off of her. “You are very much mistaken.” She jumped down from her bunk and headed for the shower.
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He watched her standing in her shower letting the water cascade over her. She looked up and saw him watching her and smiled at him. He wondered if it sent a thrill of excitement through her to have him watch her wash her body. She seemed to be deliberately slowly soaping her breasts and abdomen. He believed she was watching him with lowered lashes. He smiled as she let her fingers gradually wander into her pussy. She turned her back to him as she ran her hand down the cleft of her ass. He enjoyed her little show immensely. She rinsed the soap off of her body and stepped out of the shower.
Nate grinned at her. “If you did not bring me here, what was that display for?” She took a step forward then turned and stepped under a high powered air dryer.
“You made me do that, you must posses some sort of magic.”
“The only magic I possess is right here,” he said as he pointed to his cock. It hung with its head facing down, worn out from mating with her. It was harmless, its magic temporarily used up. “May I use your shower?”
“Be my guest.”
He stepped in and the water began to pour forth automatically at just the right temperature. He was impressed by this and washed quickly. He stepped out and the water shut off. She pointed to the spot where she had stood. The air came on and dried him off.
He took note of the fact that she had donned a red silk diaphanous garment. Her body was even more alluring now than before. He grinned broadly as she bent over to rummage through a tilt-out bin. Her smooth rounded butt was very tempting but he refrained from touching it.
She straightened and faced him with some sort of fabric in her hand. It looked like a girls skirt made of satin. It was black with tiny gold threads running through it.
“Here put this on.” She thrust it into his hands.
“Look sweetie, I’m not wearing a woman’s skirt for anyone.” He raised his left eyebrow at her and crossed his arms.
“You look, sweetie,” she poked a forefinger into his chest. “This is a man’s garment, not a woman’s. You will put it on because you cannot parade around here naked.”
“Why not?” he asked. “You could and I wouldn’t mind. In fact with what you are wearing you might as well be naked.” He reached out to grab her arm but she spun away from him. This woman who had just given him the ride of his life intrigued him. He put the skirt on and it reminded him of the ancient Egyptian’s clothes.
He knew nothing about the planet Baraga, but he liked the way she had welcomed him. Her body was perfection personified. Her long copper hair and green eyes appealed to his sense of the aesthetic. Now that his sexual appetite had been seen to, he turned his thoughts to getting back on the Lancer.
“Are you ready to tell me the truth about how and why you brought me here?” He pulled the chair around and straddled it with his arms crossed on the back of it. She had her back to him, and he was once again treated to the vision of her great looking ass. If his body hadn’t already been sated his cock would have sprung to life at the sight.
“You keep insisting I brought you here. How do I know that you weren’t planted here to cast some spell on me? As I said, I have never in my life mated with a total stranger before, and an alien at that.” She whirled around to face him, her gown flaring out as she did. He was treated to the sight of a bared nipple. His mouth watered in response.
“Listen cutie, I told you I have no powers but you do. I heard the conversation between you and that chick Awnee. I know you make magic blankets.” He watched her eyes widen in surprise, and her mouth formed a circle. “I thought I told you, I’m not an alien.”
While she stood there speechless an announcement blared over the intercom in her quarters. “Attention, an alien life form has been detected in this sector. A drone will be scanning the area and removing it. Everyone please stay inside.”
“What now sweet Raya?” He eyed her as she quickly donned the white robe and placed her hands on his head. A tingling wave went through his body and he could not move or speak. A near blinding light momentarily lit up the room and then was gone. “What the hell was that?”
“The scanner, don’t worry as far as the scanner goes you were invisible to it. The problem is they will scan us again and again until they find you. And for your information to us you are an alien!”
“If you can do that, then why don’t you put me back on my ship?”
“Because I don’t know how I got you here.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“So you admit you brought me here.” Now we are getting somewhere he thought.
“I might have.” Her voice had gone soft.
“What were you doing that brought me here?”
“Conjuring up a magic lover,” she retorted.
He spread his arms wide. “Well honey it looks like you got one! How long do you need me?” He said with a grin. He would gladly make love to her as often as his body would allow. More of what he had just experienced and he might consider kidnapping her and taking her back home with him.
“Stop talking, I can’t think when you’re talking.” She backed away from him and leaned against the counter. He decided to let her think, but he hoped she would not be able to send him back just yet. He wanted to love her one more time before returning to the Lancer. If it was a magic spell she had cast over him then so be it. It was a great spell, one he would willingly participate in.
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Her eyes fastened on his spread legs and limp ram. She was ready for another round even if he wasn’t. She seemed to be insatiable lately and she couldn’t figure out why. She had been conjuring up her magic man every night for a week, and it still wasn’t enough.
Nate was better than any male, magic or not, she had ever had. She wanted to keep him forever, but that was just not possible. He needed her protection until she could figure out how to get him back on his ship. “Wait here,” she said as she went to another room and came back with a soft yellow blanket. She draped it over his head covering all of him except his face.
“You must not move until I tell you to.” She stood in the middle of the tiny room, threw her head back, and closed her eyes. She silently chanted her incantation then looked over at Nate. The news wasn’t good for him but it was for her.
“I’m sorry your ship is no longer near here. I can’t send you back. They probably don’t even know you are missing yet.” The room lit up again as another scan passed over. A voice boomed over the intercom system.
“The alien has been retrieved from this quadrant. We are sending an all clear now.” Her shoulders slumped and she heaved a sigh of relief. However she knew that it wouldn’t last. They would be doing periodic sweeps for the next few days just to be on the safe side. Where there was one alien there could possibly be more. She would need to use all of her magic to protect him.
“I need to get some sleep; I will try to figure something out tomorrow.” She headed for her bunk.
“Whoa honey, what do you expect me to do while you get your beauty sleep?”
“Oh, I guess you’ll have to sleep with me.” The idea of spending the whole night next to him appealed to her.
“In that tiny bunk, you must be kidding?” She picked up the remote and pushed a button. The bunk grew wider before his eyes.
“Bring the blanket it makes you invisible to the scanners.”
“Say no more,” he said as he got off the chair. “Are you wearing that red thing to bed?”
Now why would he ask that question?
“No, Why? Does it matter?” Did he want her to wear it to bed?
“Because I’m not wearing this skirt to bed so I’ll be sleeping nude.”
“Oh, well I usually do too.” The thought of having his nude body next to hers nearly made her cream herself.
“You get in first,” she ordered. “The shelf above the bunk will protect you if the blanket slips.” She didn’t think the scanners would be used again until tomorrow, but one could never tell.
He got into bed and faced away from the wall. She climbed in beside him and waved her hand and the lights went out. He pulled her body up against his and cupped one of her teats in his hand. His warm hand holding her teat made her want to squirm. How was she ever going to fall asleep when all she could think of was having him inside her again? Her butt nestled against his crotch, his hard chest warming the length of her back. It was going to be a long night. He fell asleep and his hand lost its hold on her. She moved slightly away from him to calm her raw edged nerves, and finally drifted off to sleep.
****
When he woke several hours later her ass was pressed firmly up against his groin. His cock sprung to life. He reached around her and took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He gently rolled and tweaked it to arouse her. Then he trailed his hand down over abdomen to her pussy. He ran his fingers through the hairs on her mound. She moaned softly, lifted her leg slightly and his fingers found her clit. He rubbed it lightly and her intake of breath spurred him on. He pulled her leg up and over his. His erection caressed her damp folds. The head of his cock was at the entrance to her hot little hole and he pushed forward.
She was wet and ready for him. He pulled back slightly and her body trembled. He began thrusting, slowly at first, while he nibbled on her shoulder. Once she started moaning louder he began pumping in earnest while he continued to rub her clit. Sweet mother of God, her pussy was so hot he was having trouble holding back his climax. He sucked in his breath as his body broke out in sweat. Her skin, like expensive satin under his fingers, gave off the sweet scent of spice. He kept up a steady rhythm until he could stand it no more. “Come baby, come,” he whispered in her ear. “Come for Nate.” Her hips began to undulate and soon she was crying out her release. His cum shot out of him like a cannon as his mouth pressed against her soft flesh.
He couldn’t catch his breath. Her pussy was like a soft vise around his shooting cock. Never had he had such incredible sex. He couldn’t get enough of her sweet hot box. He simply had to convince her to go home with him. It was quite possible she was the one woman who could keep him satisfied for the rest of his life.
He had a lot of experience with many women but none ever moved him like she did. None of them ever gave of themselves as unrestrained as she did. She seemed to let herself go with what ever he initiated. He wondered if it was possible to fall for a woman in so short a time. He held her tight to him. The feel of her soft warm body snuggled into his filled him with contentment.
****
She was breathing fast, her body limp, her twink throbbing. She had never mated in this position before and she liked it. His ram rubbed spots she didn’t know she had. He was teaching her so many new ways to mate. He sent her body soaring up to the very stars. She wondered if she could use her magic to fool the senate into thinking he was one of them so she could keep him forever.
For the first time in her life she was having incredible mating sessions without using her magic. She never wanted them to stop. She smiled to herself as she drifted back to sleep with his ram still inside her.
An hour later she woke and stretched, her body completely sated. She needed a shower and some food. She wondered what kind of food Nate ate. She rolled to her back and reached for him. Her hand landed in the thatch of hair that surrounded his ram. He stirred and she froze. She had wanted to explore his body while he slept, but such was not to be the case. He must be a light sleeper, she thought. His hand came down on top of hers and pushed her fingers further into his thatch. She tried to pull her hand free. His soft chuckle sent a jolt through her.
“Do you eat food,” she inquired, trying to distract him.
“Are you sure you want food right now?” His voice was husky as he pushed her hand onto to his semi ridged ram. It grew rapidly as her hand rested on it. Becoming hard as a rock, making her insides clench.
“I need a shower and food,” she said. She was trying to ignore her body’s craving. This physical need for him had to stop.
“Good, I will shower with you, and teach you a fun new way to wash.” He removed his hand from hers and ran his fingers through her thatch. Her twink contracted in response.
“I don’t think that is possible.” By all the stars, everything he said and did set her senses aflame. Taking a shower with him was something she never would have thought of. She had to admit it did sound like fun. And she was game to try it.
“Let’s go hit the shower and I’ll prove it to you.”
“Why do you want to hit it?” He seemed to talk funny.
“It’s just an expression; I’m not really going to hit it. It’s slang for get in the shower.”
“Then why didn’t you just say get in the shower?” He shrugged his shoulders and pushed her out of bed.
“Anybody ever told you, you talk too much!”
“No!” She walked into the shower with Nate right behind her.
He placed his hand under the automatic soap dispenser and it filled his palm with foam. He began by soaping her shoulders and back. Down over her ass, down her legs and back up to her ass cheeks. He slipped his hand between her cheeks and let his thumb graze her pussy. He must have seen her flesh quiver and he repeated the stroke.
****
Gratified by her response he turned her around and soaped her breasts. “You have exquisite breasts.” He held a healthy globe in each hand and stroked his thumbs over her nipples. “What do you call these?”
“Teats,” she breathed. Her eyes were glazed over and he kissed her pretty mouth. His hands snaked down her abdomen to her cleft. He inserted a finger into her hot slick pussy.
“Since you didn’t know what a pussy was what do you call this?” His finger wiggled all around inside her.
“It’s my twink,” she breathed. Then he slipped in a second finger and watched her shudder. His thumb began softly tapping her clit while his fingers worked her insides. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked. With her hands fisted in his hair she began to whimper. He could feel her muscles start clench around his fingers. He worked her vagina with a little more pressure until she came in his hand. Lord but she was exquisite.
He quickly replaced his fingers with his painfully hard cock. “Put your legs around me.” He held her up against the wall of the shower and began pumping his cock in and out of her clinging tight box. Her arms were around his head and his tongue found a hard nipple. He flicked his tongue over it as fast as he could. Her pussy was hot, like molten lava as he plunged in and out. His body went ridged as he shot his wad into her.
He stood there letting the water cascade over them until both his cock and her ‘twink’ stopped pulsing. Then he took another hand full of soap and gently finished washing her paying special attention to her engorged folds.
“Your turn, if you like,” he said as he kissed her.
****
Taking her cue from him, she washed him everywhere she could reach, up and down his body. She avoided touching his ram until the end. It hung limp in front of her. She soaped it and stroked it with her hand. She found that she liked touching it. It was soft and velvety but she knew it could get rock hard. She let the water rinse the soap off it. Remembering last night when he had put his mouth on her she licked the tip of it. She sucked the head of his ram into her mouth. At first it stayed soft. Slowly, as she sucked and licked it started to grow. He tasted of salt and something slightly bitter that she could not identify.
The more she suckled and licked his ram the harder and bigger it became. The harder he became the more excited and emboldened Raya got. Her finger began to caress his balls. He was groaning, begging her not to stop. She had no intention of stopping until he spilled his seed in her mouth. His fingers were buried in her soaking wet hair massaging her scalp. He began to thrust into her mouth and with a guttural cry he spewed forth his seed.
She stood and pulled his mouth to hers for a kiss. She thrust her tongue into his mouth so he could taste himself. It gave her a great deal of pleasure to do so. Again, there was a sense of power to be in control with out the use of her magic. To make him shudder the way he did her.
He had been right about showing her a new fun way to shower. She delighted in it. Her body came alive whenever he touched her, or she touched him. It consumed her, something that had never happened to her before. All she had to do now was convince him to stay on Baraga forever without the use of her magic. That, she surmised, in and of itself, might present her with some difficulty. She also had to figure out how to get him a security clearance so they could live openly.
She heard his stomach growl. “I guess you are now ready for food.” She stepped out of the shower and under the dryer. “What kind of food do you eat on earth?”
“For breakfast, bacon, eggs, and toast,” he replied.
“Breakfast,” she questioned.
“It’s the first meal of the day.”
“I see,” she said with a frown. She slipped into a jumpsuit and headed for her food center. He followed her without a stitch of clothing on. “I thought I told you that you couldn’t run around here naked.” If he stayed naked she wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day.
“You did, but I cannot wear that skirt you gave me. I don’t feel comfortable in it and my underwear is not clean. Can’t you get me one of those,” he pointed to her jumpsuit.
“Men don’t wear these on Baraga. They wear what you call a skirt. We call it a loin wrap.”
“I guess I might as well go naked then because my dick hangs below the bottom of the loin wrap.”
“Your dick?”
“Yes, my dick,” he took his ram between two fingers and waved it at her.
“Oh, it must be too small for you.” She had her hands on her hips.
“You might say that,” he said.
“Where did you put...?”
“On the bed,” he answered before she finished her question.
She retrieved it from the bed, waved her hand over it and handed it to him. “Dress your-self,” she ordered. He put the garment on and this time it came to just above his knees. She went to a silver panel in the wall, punched several buttons on it, and then opened the drawer below it. She removed two steaming bowls of grain and handed him one. Knowing he was going to ask she told him it was Triticale.
“Eat it, it’s good for you.” She waited for him to give her a smart retort.
“I would if I had a proper utensil.”
She opened a drawer and pulled out two small flat paddles and handed him one. She took hers over to a screen on the opposite wall and punched in the word Earth. Images flashed on the screen in rapid succession. She soaked them all in and turned to him with a smile on her face.
“You’re not really an alien.” She was thrilled. She could keep him with her after all.
“I told you so, didn’t I?” He was grinning at her.
“Your people are our ancestors. You weren’t the one they were looking for yesterday.” She continued to eat. At least she didn’t think he was.
“What do you mean I am an ancestor?” He swallowed the last of his food.
“Over a thousand years ago, approximately a billion people from earth migrated to other planets. People from those planets migrated to Baraga over six hundred years ago. You can stay here with me, its okay.” She was elated she could keep him as her possible consort without penalty.
“Is that so,” he set his empty bowl down. “Why would I want to stay here and not return to my home? The people on my ship will come looking for me sooner or later.”
Her happiness fled in an instant. She wanted to cry. It had not occurred to her that he would not want to stay with her. She could use her magic to keep him but she didn’t want to do that to him. She truly wanted him to want to stay with her because he cared for her.
“How will they know where you are?” She waved at the screen. “There are many places between here and earth that you could be. It may take years for them to search all the planets for you. Baraga is very small in comparison to the many others.”
“It’s true they will search the larger planets first. But mark my words they will not give up until they find me, and it won’t take years. Space travel is not what it used to be. It is much faster now. Light years faster. The ship I was on can send out wide beams that can detect my specific DNA.”
“Then that gives me only a little time to make you want to stay with me as my consort.” She went to him and placed her arms around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder. She pressed her lips to his neck, “please say you will consider it.”
He put his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head. “You win for now.” He said. “If you weren’t such an amazing piece of ass I would be out of here in a flash,” he teased. He gave her a squeeze. “How will you explain my presence in your quarters?”
“I will tell Awnee that I conjured you and decided to keep you for awhile. You will be able to go out and wander around in complete safety.”
“Is that what you expect me to do all day long while you work?”
“What was your position on the Lancer?” She hoped it was something useful.
“I was the assistant to Diplomat Harvey. Every ship carries a diplomat in case of trouble.” So much for a useful job, she thought.
“How much time would pass before they missed you?” She silently hoped it would be a long time. She had no idea how long it would take to make him want to stay with her, if she didn’t use her magic.
“Not till they reach earth, I’d say about a day.”
“Okay, well you can stay with me while I weave or you can go out and explore. Just tell anyone who questions you that you are my magic man. You are you know and tonight you can show me more of your magical powers.”
“I guess with an offer like that I can’t say no.” She pulled his mouth down to hers for a kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth and danced around inside it. She pressed her body against him. Kissing him was something she really enjoyed.
She pulled her mouth away from his. “I like this kissing. I can hardly wait for tonight to see what else you have to teach me.” She picked up her remote, pressed a button, and a door on her glass wall slid open to the outside. . “Don’t get lost.”
He gave her a smack on her bottom and said, “see ya later.” She sent him out the door of her shop to explore his surroundings, with a wave and a laugh. Raya worried all day that he would not return because he might find another female willing to mate with him, someone more proficient than she. He hadn’t come back at all during the day not even for food, and it kept her from concentrating on her work. Shortly before it was time to close her shop he reappeared. She heaved a sigh of relief as he came through the door. She left her loom and threw her arms around him.
“Do you realize that you are the friendliest person around here? Almost no man would speak to me, and they all look the same. The women just stared at me and grimaced. What gives here?”
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