Alien Dragon's Mate: Braxan (Science Fiction Alien/BBW Romance) (12 page)

He kissed her gently, just brushing his lips against hers. “I like your softness.”

“And I like your hardness,” Amelia giggled and grabbed hold of his hard cock with one hand. He placed his hand between her legs, and she willingly opened them so that he could cup her pussy and maybe-

“Ooh yeah,” she moaned as he slipped a finger in between her sensitive lips and sent a little spark of bliss all through her pelvis and up through her stomach. “I can't take too much of that before- oooh my stars...”

He flicked her womanly flesh with an expert finger, teasing her and caressing her, never quite touching her clit, but coming pretty close and building up her expectation and arousal.

He kissed her lips once more, then kissed down her neck and up onto one breast, licking around the nipple and kissing it, then gently nibbling on it. Then he gave the other one the same attention, sending delicious little sparks from her nipples to her pussy.

He probably sensed her need, and made his way down her abdomen, placing loving little kisses all the way down to her slit with a steady course for her clit. She tensed up, expecting the kiss right on her most sensitive flesh, but then he veered to the side and continued down right beside it. She spread her legs more to give him total access, but he wasn't satisfied with that and looped her legs over his shoulders so he could easily bury his face between her thighs. Only then did he place his mouth directly on her clit, but only for a second, making her gasp, before he moved further down, sweeping his tongue across and along her sensitive labia.

Amelia moaned again as he kept going, just up and down and across the labia, lapping up her juices, with regular sweeps around the clit, sweeps that came with shorter and shorter intervals until she realized in an ecstatic haze that if she wanted, she could come right now. But she wanted it to last, too. She'd been licked out a few times before, but it had never been anything like this. Not even close.

She whimpered and spread her legs further apart, feeling the climax build up. But he obviously wanted this to last for her, and again he focused a little lower on her slit, sweeping the tip of his tongue around her entrance.

Oh, Amelia thought, he absolutely had something special going on with that alien tongue. It felt like it could curl and hit several sensitive spots at the same time, and she was convinced it had the same kind of ridges on it that his cock had. And when he swept it fast around the opening, and a little bit inside ... she couldn't think of a word for it. Nothing could describe it. But she knew that she was shamelessly grinding her pussy into his face while whimpering.

Braxan kept lapping at her with a fervor that told her that he was enjoying it as much as she was. Well, almost. Maybe. He went back to lick little circles and figure eights around her clit, both teasing and stimulating it so expertly that Amelia pulled at the grass with her hands and tried to spread even further for him. And then he settled for a steady rhythm, twisting his remarkable tongue around the epicenter of her pleasure and varying the pressure with each circuit in a fast pulse.

Then he unceremoniously stuck a finger right into her, hitting the g-spot like a fireworks display and mercilessly throwing her over the edge. She had no choice in the matter, and that was okay. The flood wave washed over her from her clit to her scalp, sending shockwaves all over her and making her tremble uncontrollably. She was vaguely aware that she was screaming out her ecstasy, and she realized that he wasn't stopping. He was still licking her and fucking her with his finger, pounding her most sensitive parts and wringing every ounce of pleasure from them. Her orgasm went on and on and on, and she thrashed and shook and bucked under his expert pleasuring.

After a while he slowed down, took his finger gently out of her and then finally gave her pussy a gently kiss and held her close.

The aftershocks died out and she glanced down at his cock, still as hard as ever. It was very alien, but for some reason that made her really want to feel it in her mouth. She smiled and inched herself further down along his body. She grasped the hard manhood with one hand, feeling the ridges and the thickness and that wonderful knob that hit her just right when he was fucking her. “Let's see what I can do about tha-”

There was a sound as from raindrops falling hard, and suddenly Braxan had many long, black pins sticking out of his back.

Amelia yelped, and Braxan was on his feet before she had realized what was going on. A handful of Pirgks were storming towards them across the clearing.

“Run!” Braxan yelled and shielded her with his body, pushing her away to the other side of the clearing.

Amelia felt sudden panic. She was still naked. “My clothes! The medpack!”

“Run!” Braxan said into her ear, and the intensity of his voice chilled her to her core. He was right. There was no time to lose.

She ran in one direction, and Braxan ran in the other, towards the Pirgks, drawing their attention and their fire.

Amelia sprinted as fast as she could across the clearing, away from the pond and the stream. And her clothes. In front of her lay only the jungle full of danger, and behind her came the Pirgks. Only Braxan was between her and them. And the stars knew how long he could hold out against them. He was naked, too, and he had already been hit by a lot of dirty-looking arrows.

Amelia threw a panicked glance over her shoulder. He was fighting them. There weren't that many. But it looked as if he was losing.

She had never felt so vulnerable. But he had told her to run, and she would run as far as she could. She ducked under a low hanging branch, then another. And then she saw only green and red and yellow vegetation around her. She was alone and naked in the deadly jungle of an alien planet.

- A
melia -

The fear made her effective, and she made her way into the forest as fast as she could. She had seen how Braxan would bend branches out of her way and hold vines up so she could pass under them, but only now did she fully realize that it was surprisingly hard work. The branches were heavy and springy, and the vines were sometimes dripping with a smelly sap that made her hands sticky. She felt insects crawling on her, but when she checked with her hands, there was nothing there. She saw movement among the trees, but when she stopped to look closer, there was only trees and bushes and exotic plants.

Her breath was ragged in her throat and her heart was beating like crazy.

She had almost forgotten how terrible the Pirgks were. If they caught up with her now, they would just rape and kill her. Probably they wouldn't be able to leave the jungle alive, and they probably knew it.

She had seen those arrows before, sticking to the armor of the base defenders after battles with the Pirgks. They were thin and not too pointy, but if they struck exposed flesh, the wound would be infected immediately. It took a long time to heal from it, even in the state-of-the-art medical bay on Belzon Base. And Braxan had been struck with many of them.

A part of her felt shitty for abandoning him there, but it made sense, too. She had no weapons, and the hand-to-hand combat she had learned before she went to space had been only focused on disarming drunk humans with knives, not determined aliens. It was probably her they wanted anyway, not him.

At least it seemed as if most of the animals had taken the night off, and the few living creatures she saw were not too interested in her.

It was hard to know if she was going in the right direction. For all she knew, she could be walking directly away from the crater and Belzon Base.

If it still existed and the dragons hadn't completely burned it away.

No, she had to keep a positive mindset. The base was still there, and her friends too. Jean was recovering fine in medbay, they had found Josh and he was recovering too, Daria was fine and making sure they kept looking for Amelia, the kids in the little classroom were as inquisitive and starry-eyed as always. And Braxan had easily disposed of the Pirgks, taught them some manners and made them apologize. Or something.

She had to believe it. Whatever had been in those berries, even if it was just sugar, it had helped her see things a little brighter after the terrible day she'd had. And she would cling to that feeling, even making her way through the jungle naked and alone.

No.
Especially
when making her way through the jungle naked and alone.

The only thing she regretted was that in the emotional and erotic rush last night, she had forgotten to check the comms and try to establish a connection with the base. It would have been nice to talk to someone she knew.

She tried to empty her mind and make her way further through the heavy growth of the trees and bushes and tall grasses, keeping a sharp lookout for anything that moved. But it was hard to not have her mind's eye replay the last thing she had seen of Braxan – naked, wounded and running towards the approaching Pirgks at great speed.

As the red sun rose the jungle became brighter, and there were many more sounds around her as the various animals and birds woke up. She started looking around for more of the purple berries, but she hadn't seen any. Her stomach started rumbling.

To make matters worse, she thought she could smell food. Something frying, pork or chicken. Or fish.

“So I guess now I'm smelling things that don't exist,” she muttered as she bent another branch out of her way and ducked under it. “Great going, Amelia. The nakedness wasn't enough. Of course I have to be hallucinating, too.”

But the smell wouldn't go away, even if she knew it was some kind of hallucination. It even seemed to be getting stronger – the unmistakable smell of fresh fish being grilled.

She squinted in between the trees in the direction she was going. Wasn't it a little brighter over there? Like another clearing? Maybe there was a creek or another one of those ponds.

She stopped. The smell of fried fish was definitely getting stronger now. And she was pretty sure she saw smoke rising up. And movement.

Shit. If that was the Pirgks, she would have to backtrack as quietly as she cou-

“Greetings,” a voice said brightly. A deep, masculine voice that she knew pretty well by now. “Won't you come out of the woods and have some breakfast?”

She felt a lot of her anxiety and worry evaporate. She smoothed her hair and walked out of the forest, trying to seem nonchalant, as if she'd known all the time that he was there. “Fine. I guess I can take some time from my pleasant stroll in the woods.”

He was sitting down on the ground in the clearing, and he had built a fire where he was cooking slices of fish hanging from fresh, green twigs. He was looking up at her and smiling happily. “I always liked watching you move,” he said with appreciation. “But now there's no garments in the way, let me just say that I like it even more.”

She swayed her hips exaggeratedly, liking his approving gaze on her naked body. She was pretty relieved that Braxan was not only alive, but had gotten them some food, too. And he had his pants on. “I notice you're wearing your
garments
. Any chance you brought mine?”

“There's a chance I did.” He nodded to a little heap beside him. Those were her clothes, neatly folded and stacked. She had a moment of panic. How clean had her panties been?

Then she shook her head at her own weirdness. She had bigger worries than that right now. “Thanks. So I guess you won the fight?”

He rearranged the fish slices on the spears. “There wasn't much of a fight, I'm afraid. There were only ten of them, and they were completely exhausted by their trek through the jungle. Their arrows didn't penetrate my somewhat hard skin.”

The panties weren't too gross, so she pulled them on along with her jeans and shirt. “You do come pre-armored,” she agreed. “Pretty handy sometimes.”

She plopped down on the ground beside him and rummaged through the pockets of the jacket. “And you even got the fish. Well done. Any reason you thought I should make my way on my own without even knowing if you were alive or dead?”

He shrugged. “It seemed to me that this area didn't have too many dangerous creatures in it. I think those mostly live in the outer parts of the jungle where they can prey on outsiders that try to make their way in. And you are a capable woman. You'd have to walk through the forest anyway, and I thought you'd appreciate some food when you got here.”

The comms unit didn't show much of a signal, but she put it to her ear anyway. “Oh, I do appreciate it. A lot. Thanks. It does smell good.”

She lifted her hand reflexively as she heard a voice from the unit.
“... Base responding. This is Belzon Base responding. Please identify yourself.”

It was the standard communication procedure. “This is Amelia Moore, clerk at Admin.”

There was static for a moment, then the voice came again.
“Yes, that's what the display is showing, but I couldn't really believe it. Okay, Amelia. So you're obviously alive. I'm glad. Where are you?”

It sounded like Bheni, the other clerk who kept the electronics running in the administration dome. “I'm outside the crater to the south. There's thick jungle here, but I'm okay. So far,” she added.

“Copy you're outside the crater to the south. Do you know how to get back to base?”

“Yeah, but I've got some Pirgks pursuing me. They kidnapped me from the base.”

“That's what the tracks showed. Lots of people went out to look for you, but we can't go too far away from the base now. We're thrilled you're alive, Amelia. There's not much we can do to help you right now. The Pirgks are surrounding the base, and there are more coming all the time. And I guess we're just waiting for the dragons to show up. Are you okay? I mean, clearly not, but still ...”

Bheni's voice trailed off, and it was obvious that she felt bad about not being able to do much.

“I'm doing okay. I was able to escape from the Pirgks. Hopefully I'll make it back to base in a few days' time. So the Pirgks are surrounding you? All day and all night?”

“Pretty much. You know Pirgks, they're not too organized. So they come and go. We're keeping them at arm's length for now. Amelia, the commander is asking me if you have any ... any message you'd like us to relay to your family or loved ones if ... well, you know ...”