Alien Breed

He’s here, and he’s not going away. His cock is a throbbing masterpiece, but I’m just a normal woman, and dear God, I can’t think!

He chuckles and caresses the back of my head. For a second, I wonder if he’ll kiss me. He teases me instead, whispering delicate words against my ear. “Admit it. I make you wet.”

My legs seize up and close. I suck in my lips and breathe through my nose. He nailed it. I’m wet, but I can’t let him know.

His cock would tear me to pieces.

“You want to know what I think?” I ask him.

He lowers his eyelids and grins. “I do.”

I push past him, nearly knocking him over. “I think we need to find that fuel,” I say.

A slow growl rolls from his throat. “Fine. Follow me.”

We leave the facility.

The surroundings of the jungle are eerily quiet. I understand that nothing lives here, but the silence still gets to me.

This is a “tropical zone,” whatever that means out here. I should be complaining about all the alien mosquitos biting my neck. In an ideal situation, I’d be fighting off jungle hogs and catching fish for food.

But something is off with this planet. When I first saw it, I thought it had a life of its own. Now, it’s almost like it doesn’t really exist.

I need to get out of this headspace.

I wonder how it must be for Turin. I guess he has Zakar to worry about. I can’t even imagine what that must be like…

On the way to the other starship, we cross through a threshold of green and yellow leaves. The air cools. In front of us rests a small hot spring. The water is light blue and milky, and inviting.

It’s like it was waiting for us to enjoy.

Heat emanates from the surface. I run to dip my hands into the water.

“We should go for a swim,” I say.

Turin looks around before wagging his head. “Maybe for a few minutes,” he says.

I take off my boots. Then my socks.

I turn, biting the center of my top lip. “Um...”

“You have seen me,” he says. “All of me. Why are humans so scared to show their skin?”

My eyes drop. He thumbs the underside of his shaft until it solidifies. To him, getting his cock hard in public isn’t a violation of anyone’s safety or privacy. It’s just what you do on planet Avalon.

I’m a target. His target. And I want to give in to his need.

So I give him everything I’ve got.

I keep my butt toward him as I roll my shirt over my head. Closing my eyes, the chill air wraps around my shoulders and ribcage.

I click my bra off.

Behind me, I can hear him walking toward me. I can smell his manly scent, an oaky, sharp herbaceous musk of power and protection.

He wraps his arms around my chest, cupping his palms around my breasts. Tweaking my nipples, he smells up my neck. A warm sensation fills my heart, spreading down to my pussy.

A sensation that opens me up and makes me vulnerable.