Servant For An Alien Leader by Roxie Ray
Urul
It was sweet madness.
Her lips were honey, her skin was satin, and her eyes were gems.
There was no other thought in my mind but her, and how I’d never felt so alive as I did in this moment. With a growl, I hoisted her up by the ass, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, grinding herself against my already throbbing cock, and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
I wanted, needed, all of her. Now. Never taking my mouth from hers, I managed to find my way back to the shelter. Her hands were on my face, in my hair, sliding over my shoulders and back—just as mine were on her, and we were so consumed with need that our clothing came flying off. We were already naked by the time I stepped inside the shelter.
Inside, wrapped in the dim shadows of the tent, I laid her on the sleeping mat to get a look at her. She was absolutely gorgeous, utterly breathtaking. I’d never seen a human naked before, and the creamy smoothness of her skin, the gentle swell of her breasts…the length of her legs and the glistening wetness at their apex nearly did me in.
Our breath came in loud pants as we stared at each other in the fading light. I was completely consumed by her, and I didn’t stand a chance against the raging need to claim her as my own.
I didn’t have to think for long, though, because she wrapped her hands around my shoulders and yanked me down on top of her.
Rita’s body became a map in the darkness as the need to explore her took hold, full of hidden treasures and wonders. The dip between her breasts, the arch of her back, the smoothness of her fingers—everything beautiful, everything perfect.
And I couldn’t get enough of her.
We rolled over the blankets, our naked bodies like smooth pebbles on a riverbed. Despite the fiery urge to take her now, I took my time discovering her body, my hands roaming the expanse of her warm skin. I ran my fingers through her golden hair, then trailed them lower to the swell of her breasts, brushing my thumbs against her hard nipples.
“I want you,” she gasped, her voice breathy but certain. “I want you so much.” Her hands wandered to my chest, her fingers turning hungry as they explored the grooves and ridges of my abs.
“Not as much as I want you.” Of that I was sure. I’d never in my life craved a woman the way I craved Rita. It had been building for days, until I thought I might die if I didn’t have her.
I kissed her neck, then her collarbone, peppering her chest with soft kisses. My tongue climbed the rising curve of her breast, and I flicked it against her right nipple. She let out a moan—it was half-whisper, half-purr—and I wrapped my mouth tight around her hard bud.
“That feels so—oh!” Her voice rose in pitch when my hand traveled further down, my fingers meeting the wetness between her legs. She was drenched, and I groaned as I caressed her inner thighs, sliding one finger up her swollen lips then pressing down on her tiny bud.
Rita dug her heels into the blankets and pushed against my hand, as wild with lust as I was. I answered her desire with my own, my tongue twirling around her nipple as my fingers danced on her clit.
She’s heaven, I thought. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted. It was hard to think—there was something clogging my brain, wrapping my thoughts in a thick blanket of desperate want—but those two ideas stood clear. Rita was the woman I’d spent all my life searching for. I felt it in the depths of my soul.
I moved my mouth from her nipple and slid down to her belly. Rita’s back was still arched, her body taut with desire, and that just fanned my own need. My kisses kept trailing further down, and it wasn’t long before I’d settled between her legs, my eyes set on her gleaming dampness.
“I’ve never seen anyone this beautiful,” I whispered, taking in the contour of her naked figure. She was draped in shadows, the moonlight filtering through the canvas now that my eyes had adjusted, but there was no denying it—her beauty made all of the galaxy’s wonders pale in comparison.
Eager to devour that beauty, to claim it as my own, I leaned into Rita. I kissed her knee, then went up her leg and toward her inner thighs. She trembled, breathing hard, and brought her hands to my head. With her fingers threaded in my hair, I ran my tongue up her inner lips, savoring her sweet wetness, and I kept going until I had her clit in my mouth. Rita’s fingers turned into desperate claws as she cried out in shock, then pleasure, fiercely tugging at my hair that was coming loose from its braid, and I immediately knew what needed to be done.
I devoured her with the crazed intensity of a man starved. Her taste coated my tongue, my fingers were slick with her wetness, and her moans drifted in the air like musical notes, growing louder with each passing second.
“It feels so good.” She pushed her hips up, pressing herself against my mouth, and I became even more ravenous. “It feels so damn good.”
I placed my forearm over her stomach and pinned her down. My tongue ran from her clit to her inner lips, then back up. I did it over and over again, losing myself in pleasure. I was no longer aware of the world. Then and there, the only thing that mattered was Rita.
Carefully, I placed two fingers against her entrance. My mouth remained on her clit, drawing more moans, and I slipped my fingers inside her velvet warmth. I massaged her inner walls, relishing the way her body trembled against my fingertips as she tightened around me.
“Oh, God!” She tipped her head back, her mouth falling open, and her muscles clamped down like a vice. All that tension dissipated as she came, sweet convulsions causing her to tremble, and her heavy breathing turned into a quivering moan.
My fingers and mouth remained in a frenzy as she came, accompanying her maddening crescendo of ecstasy. I only stopped when her body went limp, sinking into the sleeping mat as pleasure gave way to exhaustion.
“What was that?” she whispered, her voice full of amazement as she propped herself up on one elbow. Even in the darkness, I could see a glimmer in her eyes, flakes of gold drifting on a hazelnut canvas. “I’ve never felt anything like that.” She shook her head in disbelief and looked at her body.
“Then that makes for two of us.” I threw myself beside her, my back against the soft fur of the blankets. I was still hungry for more, but I didn’t want to seem too greedy. Besides, bearing witness to Rita’s intense pleasure was enough of a reward. “I could do it for hours. There’s something about you, Rita. You’re…unique, special.”
“Is that why you’re in such a state?” she purred, her lips against my ear. Her delicate fingers ran along my chest in a light, teasing touch, only stopping when they met my throbbing cock. Somehow, her touch made me even harder than I already was. How was it possible to want someone this much? I knew lust and desire, but only now did I truly see the heights such emotions could reach.
“I’ve never been this hard before,” I admitted, my words coming as a gasp. Rita curled her fingers around my cock, tightened them, and then stroked. My breath caught in my throat, the movements of her hand driving me wild. As if that wasn’t enough, she pressed herself against me, her lips returning to mine.
“I like that,” she whispered against my ear, and then flicked her tongue against it. “I like that a lot.”
Growling, I rolled my hips to the side, pushing Rita back onto the blankets. I knelt over her and placed my hands on her knees, ready to part her legs. My lust had reached its zenith, and I simply had to have her.
“Yes,” she whispered softly, almost as if she was reading my mind. “Yes.” She reached for my cock again, her hand returning to that pendulum motion of hers, and my eyes rolled back.
In the dark, I searched for my bag. Once I felt the leather canvas against my fingers, I rummaged through it until I found what I was looking for, glad I still had some wits about me.
“What’s that?” Rita asked.
“It’s a Raider condom,” I explained, tearing it out of the package. It shimmered in the dark, its silvery glow spreading to my fingers. “It’s similar to those used by humans, but it’s completely foolproof. There are no sexually transmitted infections on any of the planets I’ve been to, and Raiders don’t have them, but…” I trailed off and looked down at the condom. If diseases weren’t a part of the equation, and if Rita couldn’t conceive, then what was the point?
“I know I can’t get pregnant,” she whispered, voicing my own thoughts, “but still…”
I nodded. We were about to be as intimate as we could be, but I knew it was a very vulnerable thing to have sex with nothing between us. If she felt more comfortable with the condom, then I was more than happy to wear it.
“I’ll use it,” I said, but hesitated before I put it on. “That is, if you still want to—”
She pushed her index finger against my lips. “Yes, Urul, I want it.”
I put on the condom as my heart thundered, my whole body coming alive. And to think I’d promised myself nothing would happen between us. No wonder I was shit at predicting the future.
I looked down at Rita, marveled at her naked body, and only then did I lower myself over her. She didn’t hesitate. Moving fast, she threw her arms over my shoulders, and wrapped her legs around my waist. She pulled me in fast, crushed her mouth against mine, and trapped me in place. For the first time in my life, I was happy to be caught in a trap.
I kissed her ardently, my body burning, and I positioned myself so my cock was right against her wetness. I held my breath, the warmth and slickness of her inner lips on my flesh. I surrendered to the moment.
Slowly, I eased myself in, my thickness slipping past her inner lips. Rita gasped as I entered her, and her fingernails dug deep into my shoulders. I barely noticed it. I just focused on Rita, relishing the way every atom in my body clamored for her.
Once I was deep inside her, I rested my forehead against hers and looked into her eyes. She returned my gaze, and despite the dimness of the tent, I could still see that passionate glimmer of hers. Wordlessly, we settled into a rhythm, moving as one.
I thrust gently, mindful of her delicate body, but Rita arched her hips, her movements frenzied and desperate. She clawed my back, brimming with pent-up energy, and her whole body quaking with desire.
Eager to match her intensity, I thrust harder and harder, putting all my strength behind my hips. My muscles worked like well-oiled pistons, and I gave her my all as she called out my name over and over.
Worked into a frenzy like I’d never known, I kissed her as I ravaged her, as eager to make love as I was to fuck her.
She appeared to share the sentiment. Her voice rose in a cry of pleasure, threatening to spiral into full blown shouting, but she must have remembered herself—we were still in the wilderness, and it wouldn’t do to draw attention to us. But even though she gritted her teeth and tightened her lips, her moans didn’t stop.
“I’ve never wanted anyone this much,” I said, my voice a half-growl. I held the back of her head as I thrust, to look into her eyes as we melted into an embrace. Her eyelids were shut, though, her face a mask of pure ecstasy, twisted by the sweetest of agonies. She was seconds away from coming undone.
“What’s that?” she asked suddenly, eyes wide. My cock had just started vibrating inside her—that came with being a man from Raider—and it seemed like she wasn’t aware of the fact—or expecting it.
I paused, but then she said, “Holy shit, it feels…you feel amazing.”
“Then come for me,” I whispered, pumping into her as we chased our release. My cock’s vibration seemed to heighten her pleasure. She was ready. “Come for me, Rita.”
I didn’t know if my words had anything to do with it, but Rita’s body tightened. Her inner walls clamped around my cock, vice-like and hungry, and her spine arched as her muscles tensed up.
“Come with me,” she managed to say between gasps, her fingers like knives on my back. “Come with...come with…oh, fuck!”
Her voice trembled, dipped and rose, and the tension in her body gave way as her orgasm took hold, her inner walls so tight around my cock. With one final thrust, I buried myself inside her and surrendered wholly.
Miles away from the nearest town, under the canopy of a million stars, and with nothing but the wilderness as our witness...we came. Together, we dove straight into oblivion.
When it was all done, my body still tingling, I let out a long breath and rolled to the side, my arms sprawled as I tried to process all that had happened. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel such intense pleasure.
Rita huddled next to me and laid her head on my shoulder. She must have been exhausted, her body limp and relaxed now, but she remained awake for a long time. I did too, but we didn’t say a single word, perfectly content in each other’s arms. We just listened to the nightly song of the wilderness—the rustling of leaves, the babbling from a distant brook, and the odd call of a nocturnal bird—and we let Macros itself lull us to sleep.
If I died now, I thought, I’d die a happy man.
