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  “Please,” she whispered when the need for him became too much. Her clit throbbed with such intensity, she needed some kind of relief and he was the only one capable of giving her what she craved. Who would have thought that this earth girl, who only hours ago had been filled with such reservations, would now be so easy that she was begging her alien to take her?

  Rikka lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers as he sought to understand her. He was surprised. Had he been taught that she would likely be so unwilling that he might even have to force himself on her?

  “I want you, Rikka. It’s why I came here. I want our child, I want to feel a new life inside me.” She slid her hand up over his thigh and found the incredible hardness of his cock. There she stroked him, up and down, squeezing him until he groaned with need.

  Rikka tore her pants open, tugging them down over her hips, her panties going too, as he stripped her naked. And finally, with one upward stroke his fingers touched her clit for the first, amazing, time. Stars exploded. She closed her eyes and pictured the constellations in her head and then watched them fly apart one by one as his fingers pushed into her deeper, rougher, until he tore her innocence.

  The shock was unexpected, so this was what the others had meant about it stinging. Her body contracted in defence of the invasion, and she cried out. Rikka slid his fingers out of her, a look of panic on his face.

  “I have hurt you,” he said.

  “No, it’s OK. But I need a minute.” Her breathing was coming in short, sharp bursts as she fought to control her panic. If he had hurt her with his fingers what would it be like when he entered her for the first time with his big alien cock?

  Rikka sat back, looking worried. She couldn’t read his thoughts, and was scared she had lost him and cursed her naïve reaction. However, he had been with the sim on several occasions, and the sim had taught him there were many ways to please a woman.

  “I can make it easier. I can help you relax.” He knelt before her, his hands pressing her knees apart. She wanted to draw them back together to protect herself from his gaze, but he was firm and she couldn’t fight him. She had to trust him, she reminded herself.

  But when he leaned forward, his breath warm on her thigh, she wondered what the hell he was going to do. Then his mouth covered her clit, his tongue sliding out to lick the small bundle of nerves until she thought she would explode. Yet she held herself together, wanting more. So much more.

  Rikka slipped one finger inside her, working it deeper inside, while his mouth licked and nipped her clit and her outer lips. Swollen, engorged with desire, her sex throbbed as he took her closer and closer to the abyss. Licking, sucking, another finger pushing inside her, to stretch her inner walls. Gaia plunged her fingers into his hair, holding his head in place and then her orgasm hit her hard.

  Rikka prolonged her orgasm, his fingers probing deeper, as she came around them. Her sex clenched tighter, then released as he slid his fingers in and out, her voice rising as she came.

  She wanted to beg him to stop, and beg him to continue forever, her brain lost to the confusing thoughts he drew from her. Gently he eased back, letting her come back down to earth. Her breathing was ragged, tears welling in her eyes as her orgasm passed, leaving her feeling drained.

  Gaia moved, feeling the hard press of his cock against her thigh and felt guilty that he had not satisfied himself, but had made sure she had felt a wonderful release. She moved her hand, touching him, but he stopped her.

  “Let’s swim first,” he said and moved away, taking his clothes off so she could gaze on his wonderful body. And his big, hard cock. Wow. It was a different shape to what she had expected, the shaft covered in hard ridges, while the head was large, bulbous, and engorged with blood. She swallowed down her panic. Other Earth woman had been able to accommodate a Karalian, so why shouldn’t she?

  Still she was glad to put off having him inside her. Swimming in the pool was just what she needed.

  The water was so cold on her heated skin. It took her breath away. And then she realised she could stand up, and disappeared under the water. Kicking, splashing, she panicked as the water filled her lungs. And then he was there, holding her, lifting her out of danger.

  “Can’t you swim?” he asked, sounding annoyed.

  “No. Never learned. I never thought … I’m sorry.” She rested her head on his chest, and said, “I have so much to learn. I feel like a child again.”

  “I think we both have a lot to learn,” he said, holding her close as he kept them both afloat.

  “I’m glad you’re mine, Rikka. I was scared, but we can make this work, can’t we?” she asked in a small voice, the chill of the water making her teeth chatter.

  “Yes. I think we can,” he said. And then he hesitated and said, “I am glad you are mine too, Gaia.”

  His words warmed her, while around her the silver fish danced in the cold clear pool. Maybe she ought to pinch herself to check she wasn’t dreaming. At that moment, she felt her mom’s spirit around her and knew she was blessed.

  Chapter Fourteen – Rikka

  He lifted her from the water, laying her down on her back on the soft grass. His body hovered over hers, and she opened her thighs, allowing him to nestle between them. They were moving as one as though they had been together for their whole lives instead of strangers who had just met.

  Rikka moved forward, the head of his cock big as it brushed against her inner walls. She tensed. He stopped and kissed her lips, then down her neck and finally he kissed her breasts, sucking her nipples until she was writhing beneath him.

  He pushed in deeper, feeling her inner walls gripping him, tight as he invaded her. Pulling back, he felt her relax, and then he lunged forward, thrusting into her sex. Her back arched, and he moved back again, and then inched further forward inside her. Over and over, he patiently took her, his body tense with concentration. He had to keep himself tightly controlled or else he would hurt her by taking her too quickly.

  Empty and full. Tight and then yielding, she slowly accepted him. Her nails dug into his back, and his colours rose to meet the places on his skin where her fingers touched him. The more his climax grew in intensity, the more his colours became out of control.

  When he lifted his head and looked at her, he saw the wonder in her eyes, and in those eyes he saw himself reflected. Reds and golds, like soft clouds, floated across his face. With each hard thrust, stars burst out, little pinpricks of blue and green. She lifted her head and pressed her lips to his, and he felt the static electricity between them as they met.

  His body was alive with a power he had never experienced, and it would be so easy to fall in to her way of thinking, to see himself as connected to the cosmos in some small way. Yet that was a thing of the imagination and dreams and he was a warrior, cast in a role that begged him to live in reality, in a world of science and math.

  Harder, deeper, he took her, casting aside those stupid feelings she evoked in him. This was what he was, a male of his species whose sole aim was to procreate with a female from another planet. There didn’t have to be anything else between them, but as his climax was reached, his cock swelled, held in place so his seed would pump deep into her womb, he had to fight hard not to see the miracle of life, the creation of life, which was perhaps happening right now.

  For surely conceiving a child was a miracle. That the two of them could fit together so perfectly that a new being, a child in his image, could be made, had to be some gift from a greater power.

  “That was wonderful,” she said as she lay in his arms, both of them completely sated.

  “Yes. It was,” he agreed, rolling over to lie on his back. He needed to put some distance between them or a barrier up so he didn’t feed off her thoughts and her feelings.

  “Where amongst the stars are we going?” she asked.

  He looked up, searching through the tiny pinpricks of light. “There,” he pointed.

  “What is the constellation called?” she asked.


  “Constellation?” he asked.

  “Yes. See, the stars over there are grouped like a shovel. Can you see it?” she pointed to the star and then made an outline.

  “That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard,” he said.

  She laughed. “On Earth the stars are arranged into constellations with stories behind them. Don’t you do that?”

  “No. A star is a star. A planet is a planet. We do not need stories. As I said before, they are simply lumps of rock or big gas giants. They are not alive, and they do not need fairy tales to make them alive.”

  She sat up, looking down on him. “I’m sorry. I thought it would be fun to make some up so we can show them to our child.”

  He rolled over, and then stood up, going around to gather their clothes even though it was dark. He passed her clothes to her, hating to watch her cover her voluptuous body, but needing a barrier of clothing between them to ward off the deep feelings he had for her.

  “You will not fill our child’s head with such nonsense.” He thrust his arms into his shirt and pulled it over his head. “We do not live in the same world you left. And you will obey me in this.”

  “You aren’t allowed to tell your children stories?” she asked incredulously.

  “We tell them stores, but stories based in truth. It is far better to tell a child a story of how the floveris fly, than to invent something and give confusion.”

  “I see. Didn’t your father tell you stories of make-believe?” she asked.

  “No,” he replied but then hesitated. Was that a lie? Didn’t he recall sitting on the beach with the ocean in front of them and his father telling him about a man who lived in the ocean? A man who protected the small fish from the big fish so they didn’t all get eaten. He had told Rikka that the warriors were the same as that old man, that their job was to protect the smallest of people from the big giants of the solar system.

  His father had been right in his story. There were things out in the universe that were bigger even than the Karal, and certainly bigger than the humans. Was it not the Karal’s job to take care of these smaller people?

  Yet that was not what his training as a warrior had led him to. No, instead they were always told that they were to do everything for the Karal alone. Any technology that they might need was theirs to take, if it meant their species grew stronger.

  At no point were they taught to be altruistic, and so the Hier Council’s ruling about helping humans made less sense to him. Had the whole of the Karalian race experienced this shift since the first human had walked amongst them? Or at least those who had females?

  Did the coming of the females from Earth symbolise a small avalanche of pebbles, which would turn into a landslide capable of washing away all that the Karal had stood for?

  Chapter Fifteen – Gaia

  It was late morning by the time all the equipment had been stowed on the cruiser and they were ready to depart. For the most part, Gaia had stood in the sidelines and watched, feeling useless. As she went over Rikka’s words from yesterday, she realised this was probably how she was going to feel for most of the trip. If she couldn’t use any of the controls, what exactly was her role on this mission?

  To lie in his bed and let him make love to her whenever he wanted. That was her suspicion: she was here to breed with, to be a distraction from the day-to-day boredom of life aboard a space cruiser.

  “Are you excited?” Okil said. He had turned up at the breeding house about an hour ago and had taken Rikka aside to talk to. She hadn’t been able to hear what was being said, and for a while wondered if the mission was about to be cancelled; the discussion had become heated at times. From a Karalian point of view, anyway.

  There had been no raised voices, but both of them had trouble controlling their colours. Bright flashes intermingled with muted clouds of blue. She closed her eyes and recalled the touch of him last night. The way his skin seemed to vibrate as she ran her fingers over his flesh, the way he moved inside of her, so patient and so tender.

  Then, afterwards, they had lain in each other’s arms. Before she had said something to upset him. She still couldn’t put her finger on it, but she was sure it was to do with his upbringing. Once on board the space cruiser, he might open up to her, talk about his childhood. There would be enough hours in the day to fill, of that she was sure.

  “Excited?” she said, in answer to Okil’s question. “I’m not sure.”

  “Rikka is a good man,” Okil said. “He is a brave warrior; he will look after you.”

  “That’s not what worries me.” Gaia decided to be frank with Okil. She had nothing to lose. Unless he made her stay behind, which was doubtful so late in preparations.

  “Then what does worry you, Gaia? I know this has all been placed on your shoulders suddenly.”

  “It’s not that. It’s knowing that you are a pawn in someone else’s game. A game you have no knowledge of, not just the rules, but the aim. What is at stake here, Okil? Rikka hasn’t really said anything, but hints here and there, tell me this is bigger than me. Bigger than you.”

  “It is. And I wish I could be honest with you, Gaia. I have a part to play, as have you. My part is often hard; I have to be forceful when I would rather be nice.”

  She smiled at him. “I never expected a Karalian to ever admit to wanting to be nice.”

  “It is what I would be. Treat you with more respect, tell you everything. But if I am seen as weak, my place in all of this will be diminished.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “Rikka has told you about the chances of us being able to produce our own females once more?”

  “Yes. He mentioned the possibility. But not the details,” she said, hoping this was not news to Okil. The last thing she needed was to get Rikka into trouble. An angry Karalian, that would not make for a pleasant journey into deep space.

  “Once Elissa has her child we will know if she is viable. From there Darl will perfect a procedure which all females from Earth will be encouraged to undergo.”

  “So that they have a girl?” Gaia asked.

  “One girl, one boy. That is our hope. We can maintain our population, and never have to travel out into deep space on a fruitless mission for females,” Okil said, sounding thankful, yet sad.

  “And you won’t need humans.” She saw it now. Okil loved humans, but if they could trigger the birth of females of their own, the people of Earth would be obsolete in their usefulness.

  “No,” he confirmed. “But until the first generation of girls reach maturity, which in our species is not until they are hundred years old, then we will not know if they are fertile.”

  “Wait … you are one hundred years old?” she asked incredulously. He didn’t look a day over twenty-five.

  “Yes. We age slowly until we reach our prime, and then we have children and the aging process speeds up. I will age at the same rate as you now my prime is upon me.”

  “I see.”

  “But once the first girl is born, many of my people will want us to wait, and not support humans in their quest for survival. This is why the missions are being sent out in such a quick rotation. If we had more time, we would wait for each one to return, take their data into account and then send out the next mission.”

  “Does that mean you have no contact with any of the missions once they are launched?” Gaia asked.

  “Occasionally beacons will send back data the cruisers transmit. It depends on where a ship is in relation to the beacons and whether other wormholes are open.” He hesitated, and then went on quickly. “Our concern is that we should have had some contact with the first mission. It left five days ago, but there seems to be a disturbance.”

  “And we are going to check it out?”

  “No, the Council will not allow that. It has been decided that the missions should continue as they were scheduled. In the meantime we will monitor all systems.”

  “Why are you telling me this?” she asked.

  “Because the cruiser is not
programmed to allow you to operate it.”

  “I know.” Why would that matter to Okil, she wondered.

  He looked around furtively, and green glowed along his cheekbones. “I have asked Rikka to override the controls. Once you have travelled a safe distance, he is to override the system. That way if anything happens to him, you will be able to take control of the ship.”

  She took a step back, as if he had hit her in the solar plexus. “And he doesn’t want to?”

  “No. At least he feels it is dangerous. Plus, if he does, he may be grounded on his return.”

  “You mean it will ruin his career?” she asked, concerned.

  “Possibly. It is forbidden for our technology to be passed to other species. Particularly humans.”

  “Why?” she asked, but he didn’t answer. As she thought about the situation, it became clearer. “You don’t trust us. This is why Earth doesn’t know about these missions. It’s not because the President is keeping the news to himself, it’s because he doesn’t know they have begun. So he can’t somehow rig the lottery and send a woman who might take control of your technology. Is that it?”

  “I cannot confirm that, Gaia,” Okil said.

  “No. It’s OK. I understand. Most people on Earth don’t trust a man who manages to maintain his health at the expense of his people. His nice green lawn, his food always fresh…” She didn’t go on, most humans felt a bitter resentment toward him. Only the arrival of the Karal had propped up his leadership. They had given the people of Earth hope, and the President had milked it for all he was worth, making himself out to be the saviour of the human race. Gaia believed he was capable of anything.

  “But when we discover a new planet. What then?” she asked. Gaia would hate for the President to gain control of a planet like Karal.

  “You are looking at the new governor.” He smiled broadly. “And don’t think it’s because I am in favour with the Hierarchy. I am being exiled to the new planet. Tikki, my partner, and I will be in charge.”