Oh. Right. It’s not designed for her species. I’ll have to adjust the settings to a general sort of sweep that’ll basically only tell me if she’s alive or not. I make a mental note to invest in some human-specific equipment. I want to take very good care of my newest inventory.
“What does it say? Am I okay?” She’s looking at me nervously with those very pretty, expressive eyes.
“You’re at least as good as someone who hasn’t recently crashed into a planet.”
* * *
Ava
He’s so calm, and I find that very soothing. Lying back here, naked beneath his alien gaze, makes me vulnerable, but it doesn’t feel bad. I like the way he’s looking at me. He wants me. I can tell. I think I might want him too. He saved my life. That’s got to be worth at least a blowjob. I feel myself blushing just for having the thought.
When you fuck up as badly as I just fucked up, and nearly died as much as I almost nearly died, you find yourself operating on instinct. I don’t think there’s any instinct as powerful as the one to mate. I’ve never. ever. been as turned on as I am right now.
He puts the scanner down and runs his hand lightly over my body, from my neck, down between my breasts, across the soft curved plane of my belly, and down to the apex of my thighs. I let out a gasp as he grasps me there, holding me lightly but powerfully. I can feel his strength, and also his awareness of how much smaller and more delicate than him I am. I don’t know if he knows what he’s doing to me, if he understands the intimacy of this touch, or what it makes me feel.
“You are wet,” he says. “In need of mating.”
He knows.
Both his statements are true, but to say so would be to admit something utterly filthy to myself, and him. I want to fuck the alien I just met. He’s my rescuer. My savior. I’d be dead without him. His fingers are hot against my pussy, toying, playing lightly, teasing me.
I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say anything at all. I lie there and I let him happen to me. I draw in a deep breath and let my naked thighs part further. I am trusting him with the most intimate parts of my body, my privates, the places I have been taught to always keep secret—though they’re not secret at all. Everybody has parts. I wonder what his look like. I wonder if they’re in proportion to the massive super-size of the rest of him. I’ve been rescued by a massive alien with a massive cock. At least, that’s what I’m hoping. It’s about time this day got better.
With his eyes locked on my face, he works one digit between my soft lower lips and slowly pushes his finger inside me. He’s being careful, examining me with a gentle touch. I can tell that he is trying not to hurt me or do any damage. I bite my lower lip and try not to audibly moan as he dips himself inside me. I cannot believe this is happening. I can’t believe this feels so good.
“Tight,” he says. “Hot. Wet. You have excellent lubrication.”
There’s something very clinical about the way he says it, like he’s listing the features of a shuttle, but this shuttle is my vagina. Maybe this is actually part of the exam? I am sexily confused, but I want to know where this is going to go.
“Let me see you come,” he says, closing his palm so the heel of his hand rubs against my clit, giving me something to work myself against as a second finger joins the first inside me.
“Mngh fuck…” I curse as I feel him taking control of me. I submit entirely to him, not in spite of the fact he is a stranger, but because of it. I need someone to take control. I need someone to make the terror and uncertainty of the last few hours feel safe again.
He does that for me easily and without hesitation, working my pussy and my mind at the same time. Pleasure makes it easier to relax, and it makes him feel automatically familiar. After all, by some weird logic, if he is taking me toward orgasm, playing with my pussy, feeling the innermost parts of my physical form, then my body figures I’m safe. I wasn’t safe, then would I be creaming myself around the ridged, rough fingers of an alien? Checkmate, common sense. Victory, every desire I ever repressed, every need I ever pretended not to have.
I reach out for him and grip his forearm, pulling him closer and humping my hips against him, giving into the pleasure. The adrenaline of surviving at least two separate near-death experiences in the last hour has put me on a high and stripped all my inhibitions away. I might actually fuck anything right now. Call me reckless. Call me stupid. Call me whatever the hell you want, because I won’t hear you over the sound of my own moans.