Page 20 of Doom Averted

Crawling inside, the space was a little more roomy than I expected and the bottom of the tent was already soft and thick, like a mattress. Da’vi tossed a few blankets inside after me while I was kicking off my boots so I wouldn’t trot in all kinds of alien dirt.

Once he’d done the same and we were both zipped up inside the space, it was positively tiny. His arching antelope horns were pressing up against the fabric ceiling, I was worried he might puncture a hole in the flimsy roof. His scent filled the space, his shoulders filling my vision, and his tail was already curling around my middle, pulling me closer.

“What did you have in mind?” I whispered, toying with the closing tab at the top of my jumpsuit. I hoped he was going to say he was gonna screw my brains out, I really needed that. He’d make me feel good the same way he made me feel safe. Abigail was right, he definitely had a soft heart and I wanted to bask in that protection tonight.

“Talk,” he growled at me, his voice pitched low so it didn’t carry far, even if it wasn’t a whisper. “I need to tell you something.” His tail was still clutching at my waist and when I leaned forward and placed my hands on his shoulders, he tightened that grip. I felt a surge of power, a tingle of desire, I liked that I had so much control, that he responded so strongly.

I crawled into his lap on impulse, straddling his legs, my arms around his neck. “So talk, I’ll listen,” I drawled, leaning in to rub my nose along his jaw, nuzzling into his neck until he was grasping me tightly with his arms and his tail. His cock hardening into a hot bar beneath my ass; oh yeah, he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

“Arianna,” he said, a reprimand in his voice. I didn’t think it was a real protest since he was running his hands over my back; one hand boldly sliding lower to grasp my ass and push me into his erection. I loved the sensations, arching my back into his hands like I was a cat. I darted my tongue out to drag it along the strong column of his throat, the taste of his skin slightly salty.

I found myself pinned on my back so quickly that I was a little stunned, my body pressed into the firm but soft portion that made up the bottom of the tent. Da’vi was a dark shape looming above me, silhouetted against the soft orange glow of the campfire lighting the side of the tent behind him. I could see the luminosity of his purple eyes, the way all the fine lines on his skin were shining like he was about to burst with power from the inside out.

My body was singing, desire rushing through my veins. I loved being in control during sex, but I loved it even more when that control was wrested from me. He was pressing all my buttons, pressing me down with his legs on either side of mine, his cock grinding into my belly. Hands restraining mine above my head.

I couldn’t reach his mouth now, but I tilted my head just enough to press kisses along his chin. “Arianna!” he snapped, his eyes glowing even fiercer, “I said talk.” Then his tail curled around my throat and my pussy twitched, a spasm rocking my body. Yes, hold me down. I panted, a moan escaping my mouth, and finally, Da’vi leaned in and kissed me, fiercely. Much better, less talking, more kissing.

I chased after his mouth when he pulled back, hindered by his tight grip on my entire body. He had me perfectly restrained, I couldn’t move more than an inch. “Good girl,” he said, a smirk curling his lips that I found incredibly sexy. There was the confident, bossy guy I knew he was, that smirk looked good on him. I felt a surge of pride, of happiness that I’d managed to make him look like that. I knew I could help him remember how to enjoy himself.

“No, you need to hear this first,” he said, but he leaned in again as if he couldn’t help himself. His warm body caged me, his arousal evident where it pressed against my belly. Then he pressed his forehead to mine and everything suddenly felt tender, caring. I felt owned. I had never experienced a sensation quite like that before. It almost brought tears to my eyes, why? I didn’t understand.

His breath came out of him with a shudder, he was struggling with some kind of deep emotion himself. I wished my hands were free so I could hug him, reassure him that whatever he had to say, surely it was alright.

“I heard you,” he said, that sounded like it was supposed to be a bad thing but I didn’t have a clue what he meant. What did he hear? “I was eavesdropping, I shouldn’t have, but I liked listening to the sound of your voice,” he expanded on his statement. Now it was starting to make more sense but I wasn’t sure what to think or feel about it. Was he saying he’d listened in on me when I thought we weren’t in a call together? When I’d been stuck on the wreck?

When a smile pulled at my cheeks I realized that I liked that. That he’d been looking after me, wanting my ‘company’ so much that he’d just listen to me explore the ship or work with the alien yarn. No wonder he’d sometimes call me right after I’d screamed when I stumbled across a stupid alien skeleton. He’d known and he wanted to check in on me when I got spooked.

He saw my smile and started frantically shaking his head. “No! No, you don’t understand, I heard you.” This was really making him feel bad, which could only mean that he thought he heard something that he shouldn’t. I didn’t mind the stalkerish listening in on me, it made me feel like he cared. Sure, on Earth that would have been really bad… but then he hadn’t even needed to plant a bug or anything, he had control of the wreck. The temptation must have been huge. I mean, would I in all honesty say that I wouldn’t have listened in on him if I could? So I wouldn’t feel so alone. If he’d let me, I’d have called him twenty-four-seven, except I hadn’t dared ask for that.

“I heard your moans,” he groaned, his face so close to mine that he spoke right in my ear. The deep rumble of his voice vibrated through my chest, making the tips of my breasts ache where they pressed against him. Now I understood what he meant; he’d heard a private moment. He’d heard me masturbate. I felt a naughty thrill shoot down my spine that told me I was not responding to that the way a rational human being might. I liked it.

“Did you touch yourself while you listened?” I drawled, turning my head as much as his tail allowed, nuzzling the side of his face. He froze when I spoke, a tremble running up his spine. Then he started to withdraw, his amethyst eyes huge in his face. The tail slid away, his hands released me, and then he was sitting up, horns jabbing at the ceiling. He would have moved off my body entirely if I hadn’t shot out my hands to grab those tempting handlebars and hold him in place.

“Show me,” I demanded, staring him straight in the eye so he could read everything on my face. There wasn’t much light in here, but I could see him well enough because his skin shone so prettily. I could tell he was struggling to understand what I wanted from him and it made me smile, poor guy, I was making his head spin. Soon I’d blow his mind, see how he liked that.

“Ari…” he started, his tongue darting out to wet his lips while his eyes dropped from my face down to his crotch. I started nodding, glad he caught on and then laughed when he rumbled a growl, his eyes going from confused to filled with deep desire. Oh yeah, I knew that heated look.

“You’re not mad?” he asked and I felt that flare of tenderness inside of me again. When was the last time I’d hooked up with a guy who cared this much about my well-being? Maybe my family was onto something, maybe I really did have terrible taste in men. I was pretty sure that with Da’vi, I’d hit the jackpot though.

“No, I was thinking about you anyway,” I said, amused when he rumbled another deep growl. He liked that, did he? He yanked his belt free, tossing it, and the laser-pistol rather carelessly next to the big sword he’d left just inside the opening of the tent. Then he was shrugging out of his jacket, ripping open the coveralls he wore beneath, and finally freeing his cock from the confines. All the while he stared at me, the look almost challenging as if he expected me to balk when he did what I asked.

“This what you wanted to see?” he said while roughly palming the thick erection jutting from between his legs. He had no pubes, no hair there, but there was a row of ridges leading like a happy trail down to his cock, those would feel much better than a bit of rough hair against my clit. I could already imagine it.

Then there was his cock, as thick as my wrist, it looked veiny. Each glowing line that crossed his skin seemed thicker here like it was laying on top of his skin. He was what I’d call, ribbed for my pleasure. Then there were the piercings, three bars one after the other just a little below the head of his cock, which was less dark in color, almost purple. The head wasn’t so much mushroom shaped as it was arrow-shaped, like the tip of his tail.

“God yes, it’s gorgeous, you’re gorgeous. I can totally work with this,” I said, relieved that his parts were indeed close enough to human that it wouldn’t feel too bizarre. I’d let go of his horns to clutch at my own thighs, and now I reached out with a finger to touch the differently shaped head, drawing my finger along the slit. He hissed.

“Of course we fit, Human-Kertinal matings do happen, I checked,” he said. Then his tail flicked through the air between us, he caught the tip and dislodged the blade he wore attached at the end. Now that it was bare, I could see that it was a sharp point covered in skin with little bumps that were almost like barbs running down the arrow-shaped center. So much potential fun.

The now bare tail was whip-fast when it curled around my wrist, stopping the teasing questing my finger was doing along the edge of his cockhead. “You want to touch, Sunshine? You touch like this,” he growled at me, but the sudden use of a pet name was making my body go weak on the spot. Then he made sure to show me how to pump his dick, wrapping his hand around mine as he squeezed it around his shaft. I didn’t want to stroke him though, I had something else entirely in mind.

I widened my legs a little, feeling the aching pressure of my clit, and the slick wetness seeping from my passage. Pulling my hand free from his grip, I made sure to stare him straight in the eye as I bent forward. I held the base of his straining cock tightly, aiming it at my lips so I could suck him down as much as I could.

The growl that rumbled from his chest struck me almost like he was some kind of beast, my brain briefly struggling not to respond in fear. That just turned me on more, to know that he was not like a human man, that I could make him sound like that. “Oh yeah, good girl,” he said huskily when I pulled him even deeper by flattening my tongue. If I breathed through my nose I could take him down my throat without choking but it was a lot.

One hand curled into my hair, softly guiding me back up and down, his tail twitching against his thigh as if it wanted in on the action. “Look at how you take me, dirty naughty girl,” he said, shocking me with how vocal he got when I had his dick in my mouth. Who knew that quiet Da’vi liked to talk dirty in bed? I loved it.

His free hand reached out and pulled the tabs open on my jumpsuit, spilling my breasts free from the tight confines. I’d forgone a bra as it simply didn’t fit, besides, I’d worn the only one I had for a month straight, with hand washing in between, I was sick of the thing. It hadn’t even been my good bra so I’d had to deal with a poking underwire the entire time.