2 comments/ 57541 views/ 16 favorites Arky's Alien Rapist By: brok There were few sorts of spaceship that Arky Del didn't know like the back of her hand, but it turned out that she had over-estimated her knowledge of the M'na long-range starships. The ship had only been in flight a few hours when the pilot detected her presence and discovered her hiding place. The M'na pilot was an imposing figure, a tall semi-reptilian figure whose skin shone like oiled metal under the ship's lights. Humans had never been able to master his language, but apart from the occasional hissing sound the M'na spoke almost perfect English. He looked down at Arky, who stood about 5'1" in her socks, and said formally: "You are unauthorized on this (hiss) space craft. My rule book states I can leave you at any port of call I visit." "But..." "You have no rights in this (hiss) matter." Arky bit her lip and said nothing. It was obviously no use going into the long involved story of how she had become separated from her ship out past the Semayan system boundaries. But she suspected that there was a "but" coming at the end of the alien pilot's speech. "But I have discretionary powers. It is possible that I could allow you to accompany me to our final destination on Turl Prime when we reach the Boldan system." Yes! Arky's heart leapt. It would be easy to pick up a freighter from that system heading earthwards. She tried not to show any emotion, since she wasn't sure how well individual aliens could read human faces. Instead she said in a calm voice "That would be a good thing for me. If it is not an inconvenience for you, I would be happy to travel with you." The pilot - his name was either Nelf or Nelth, she wasn't sure which - looked at her, blinked once and said apparently as a matter of intellectual interest "The M'na always have two pilots on their ships. I am alone on this run." Arky looked at him suspiciously. "Yes, and...?" "It would be useful to have another pair of hands. But also I am in need of companionship." "Oho!" thought Arky to herself. Now it all started to make sense. She just wasn't used to being hit on by a horny truck-driver who looked like one of the lizard men in Flash Gordon. Aloud she said, "I guess we're not talking about tiddlywinks here, captain, are we?" "Pardon?" "Disregard. A cultural reference. I meant that I was inferring a more intimate relationship would exist between us." "Yes. This (hiss) would mean you would take the place of my mate for the three weeks it will take us to reach Turl Prime." "That's 'mate' in a biological sense rather than a nautical one?" "Correct." He blinked at her again. Arky sighed to herself. Her choice was either to be abandoned on some backwater planet or to submit to the attentions of a being that looked like the first Komodo Dragon to graduate from West Point. She didn't have a lot of options here - she knew of too many people who'd strayed off the shipping lanes and had simply disappeared forever. It wasn't as though she'd never traded sex for an advantage before. When she'd first been marooned, she'd even taken a job in a Zalang brothel for a week. The Zalangs were like morose teddy bears and her sexual availability had been nothing more than a novelty - the local males had all visited her once, then gone back to their more compatible lady friends. But she suspected that mating with a M'na officer would have little in common with the frantic fumblings of a curious Zalang. "All right," she said at last. "You take me safely to Turl where I can get passage home, and I'll be -- accommodating. So long as you don't want anything that harms me physically, I'll do my best to play along. OK?" He nodded, a gesture he had obviously learned from human space travelers. "You may (hiss) assist me on the flight deck by day. Our other business will be reserved for later." He blinked for a moment, and then added, "On the flight deck I shall treat you as a I would a fellow M'na." Arky could see that the M'na were as proper and correct as she had heard they were. She almost expected an engraved invitation saying "The Captain requests the pleasure of your company in his bed at 1900 hours." By ship's time it was still midday, regardless of what the clocks said on the planet they had just left. Nelth gave her some routine jobs to do on the flight deck, watching to make sure she was as competent as she claimed to be. Arky found the M'na way of doing things strange at first, but the basics of interstellar travel were fairly standard. Soon she and Nelth were working side by side at the control desk, although the co-pilot's seat was hardly comfortable for human buttocks. Nelth's face was unreadable for a human, but he seemed to be happy enough with Arky's work. The last couple of hours soon went round, and she heard with some surprise that the day's work was completed. They ate in a small alcove off the habitat ring, Arky trying not to look at some of the ingredients in Nelth's dinner while she munched her way through some long-life human foodstuffs. When they finished eating, there was silence for a moment. Finally Nelth rose and showed her to one of the vacant cabins in the habitat ring, which was equipped to handle travelers of all species. At least there's a bed I can sleep on, thought Arky. Bed. The word echoed in her head. "I shall join you in thirty minutes," said Nelth and discreetly withdrew while she stowed away the few possessions she had brought with her. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands steepled under her chin. "Arky, Arky, how did you get yourself into this mess?" she muttered to herself. "I just hope I can go through with it, or he'll probably throw me out of the air-lock." She had no illusions about the male sex, and a frustrated male from another species wasn't something she was eager to encounter. She had changed into a light almost gossamer-thin robe that she'd found in the drawer next to the bed; back on Earth it would have sold for a small fortune, she suspected. Her small breasts and large nipples were visible through it, but she had no idea whether this would be a turn-on for a non-mammalian race. She looked up as she heard his even tread nearing her cabin. "Come in," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. Nelth sat on the bed next to her and nodded in a familiar way, as though they were old friends. "You are comfortable in these (hiss) quarters?" he asked and she grunted something. One of his large sleek hands was on her shoulder and she steeled herself for his embrace. Then, quicker than it takes to tell, Nelth had pushed her over backwards and grabbed both her wrists. Before she realized what was on his mind, he had forced each wrists into a restraint point she had not noticed on the wall above the bed. She was effectively helpless. "Stop it!" she screamed. "What are you doing? I told you I'd co-operate. Why are you doing this to me?" His dark inhuman eyes looked down at her. "I have not done this (hiss) before, but I am told that some females injure themselves trying to resist. It is for your own safety." "Shit!" she screamed. "That's all crap, you slimy bastard. Get off me!" She wrenched at the restraints, but they were as secure as they would have been in the mental ward of a human institution. "Let me go -- NOW." Nelth waited patiently till she had finished abusing him, as though out of politeness, then he had straddled her and pushed the robe up around her waist. Arky muttered a stream of invective that probably went over his head, trying not to look at the truncheon-like male member that was now protruding from between his thighs. He began to move forward against her. Arky had just time for one last emphatic remark about his parents' sexual habits, then he pried her legs apart and began to enter her. "You bastard - aaaaaaah!" groaned Arky. She could feel the large smooth head of his maleness pushing into her, then he pushed forward slowly but purposefully, trying to bury himself in her yielding flesh. Arky felt as though it was going to come out the top of her head as he buried himself in her to his full length. The texture was strange, not like a human penis at all, and as he began to thrust in and out of her, she could feel something at the base of his maleness moving against her with each piston-like movement. It hurt. Oh, god did it hurt. She screamed for a couple of minutes, then as he started to pick up speed she passed out. She woke alone, uncertain how much time had passed. Her arms were free, and the robe had been pulled down over her thighs again. She made her way hesitantly to the tiny bathroom, threw up violently and examined herself in the mirror. She was as white as a sheet and there were bruises on her thighs and wrists, but the only other sign of her ordeal was some dried lubricant around her genitals. Nelth either didn't ejaculate like humans or he considered her unworthy of his sperm. She ran a hand through her short regulation-cut blonde hair and gave a heartfelt sigh. "Girl, it's going to be a long long three weeks." She went to bed and finally fell into a restless sleep, troubled by half-remembered dreams and starts. The next day Nelth greeted her with his usual cool formality. "You are not injured?" he asked and she shook her head. She was stiff and bruised, and her pussy felt like a virgin on her wedding night, but she had sustained no injuries. That was his only reference to the night before. They ate together, spent the afternoon balancing the flow of the Space Drive reactor, then shared another meal at the end of the shift. Arky returned to her room without saying anything. It was useless to resist from a physical point of view, so she had no option but to honor her bargain despite her feelings on the matter. She changed and waited. Time passed and eventually she began to nod. She awoke with a start and looked at her timepiece. The night was half over and Nelth had not made an appearance. Had the experience so repulsed him that he could not bear to repeat it? Arky wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing - without the need to slake his alien lusts, did he really need her? She slept lightly, half-expecting to hear his steps outside her room. But there was nothing. The next day he did not mention the matter. Nor the next. They worked together as colleagues during the day, then at night they parted. Arky was unsure of what this meant. Obviously she was of such a different species that to him she wasn't "cute" or "gaminesque" or any of the other names that her boyfriends had used about her. But most males would have sex with a female of any sort, even if they had to put a bag over her head - at least that was what she had thought in her pessimistic moments. The following day, their flight was interrupted by a call at an unmanned fuel station. The ship thundered down onto a dry planet whose sun was much too close for comfort, and Nelth hooked the vessel up to a galaxy-standard fuelling installation. "Want me to adjust the fuel valves?" she said, squinting in the bright sun. He nodded, but added as she turned to leave "Do not leave the path. It is unsafe." The fuel valves were perfectly adjusted already. She suspected they always would be on a M'na vessel. As she turned to walk back, her foot came down on a shiny stone and she lost her footing. There was a slope next to the path and she found herself rolling down it, helpless to stop. She started to cry for help, then saw what looked like a pond of stagnant water approaching and shut her mouth tightly. There was a muffled splash as though somebody had thrown a sack of grain into a giant vat of oatmeal, then silence. A few minutes later, there were footsteps on the path. Nelth appeared, a handgun of some sort cradled in one enormous hand. "Arky?" he called. "Is everything in order?" (She would realize later that that was the first time he had spoken her name.) His head turned back and forth, his tongue flickering out questingly. "Oh yeah, yeaaaah!" said Arky, her eyes glazed over. She could see Nelth from where she lay, but somehow it didn't seem to matter very much. He stepped off the path and approached her with caution. She was lying in the pond, with only her head and shoulders above the... Well, it wasn't actually water, it was more like a very thick soup. She rocked back and forth gently as though in an ocean swell, and there was a strange smile on her face. "Hiya Nelth. How's tricks?" She giggled and was silent, the smile returning to her face. "You have fallen. You will require assistance (hiss) to rise." "Whatever." "The pool contains a parasite that resembles the carnivorous plants of your world. It will keep you there till you are consumed, preventing your escape by feeding your body hormones and endorphins that keep you calm..." "Oh yes, yes, YES!" "...and sexually satisfied," continued Nelth as though she had not spoken. "Hmmm, you got that right, buddy," she gasped, feeling yet another mini-orgasm ripple through her body. "Oooh my..." "You require assistance" he hissed again, stooping over her. His big hands scooped her up like a child, the alien pond making no attempt to touch his sleek reptilian skin. Arky shuddered as he pulled her from the pond, then passed out again. He padded methodically back to the ship, finalized the undocking procedures and placed her on her bed. It was the first time he had been there since the night she arrived. He stood for a moment watching her breathing, then sat on the bench and closed his eyes. After an hour or so, Arky started awake with a scream and a wide-eyed expression. "I could have been DEAD" she gasped. "I was lying there and I didn't want to get out. Not at all. I would have stayed there till I died and I wouldn't have moved an inch." "It is not safe," said Nelth placidly, nodding in agreement. Arky looked down at herself, dressed in the shredded remnants of her underwear. "What happened to my overalls?" she said with a tremor in her voice. "They were digested," said Nelth. "Ugh!" shuddered Arky and threw herself back on the bed, curling up in a tight ball and squeezing her eyes shut, trying to block out the world around her and the disturbing images that crowded into her mind. After a few minutes she began to breathe slowly and evenly. Nelth watched her for another minute or two, then rose silently and left her to her troubled sleep. The next morning, Arky emerged from her room hesitantly. They were now several light-years from their last stopover, she kept telling herself, trying to put her brush with death behind her. Nelth was not on the flight deck. She looked around the ship and found him in the maintenance area repairing a routing-enabler from the flux controller. He put down his tools and sat up, nodding politely to acknowledge her presence. "You are well?" he asked after a few seconds. Arky grunted absent-mindedly, then sat down on the other side of the workbench facing him. There was a brief silence. "You saved my life," she said at last. "I would have died in there." "Crew members have found it a dangerous place," he said calmly. Arky looked down at her hands then took a deep breath and looked up at Nelth's shiny inhuman face. "Why didn't you come to my room again after the first night?" she asked softly. "The experience was... " (and he hesitated for the first time since she'd met him) "...troubling." His big hands flexed involuntarily as he struggled to put the next sentence together. "I felt that I had... dishonored my clan by my actions. It was unworthy of an officer of my race's space service." "You'd never done that before, had you?" she asked quietly. "No." His tongue flicked out thoughtfully. "I had been apart from my mate for some time, and when I saw you I thought..." His voice trailed off. "How long is 'some time'?" "Seven months (hiss) in your reckoning." "Seven months? I'll bet even the sheep were starting to look good." "Pardon?" "Nothing. A cultural reference. It implies that you were influenced by your prolonged denial of your sexual urges." "You may be correct," he said softly and inclined his head, gazing unseeingly at the bench. The only sound in the room was the distant humming of the ship's drive and the sigh of the life-support system. "Nelth," she said at last, and he raised his head. "I can't forgive you for what you did to me, but I can understand there were reasons. And you did save my life." She reached out touched his massive hands with their thick smooth fingers. "I'll try not to think about it anymore. Neither should you. Let's put it behind us and try to start again. All right with you?" He hissed to himself, as though searching for some appropriate phrase in English. "You shame me. In other places you would be entitled to seek vengeance against me for my deeds." "Well, I can't see myself taking to you with a cat of nine tails. I think my arm would get tired before it hurt you! But there's still the matter of the agreement we made." "That is void, of course (hiss)." "Yeah, well maybe in the original. But you're still not a happy camper while you're out here on your own. Maybe there's something we could work out." "Your meaning is unclear." "Those big paws of yours may be adequate for construction and in battle, but they don't look any use for jerking off. Now if you look at my pink little hands with their long supple fingers and soft smooth skin..." She wiggled her fingers at him. Was it her imagination or did Nelth move slightly in his seat, and did his eyes gleam a little? "... I think you get the idea. There are other ways to relieve the tension." She rose from the seat and walked around the workbench. Nelth blinked wordlessly at her as she approached. She looked down and found her suspicions were correct. The alien pilot was becoming aroused by her invitation. "You must be really tense," she said softly and slid into the seat next to him. Her left hand brushed against his thigh, and his tongue flicked out again as he shifted restlessly. "Really, really tense," she murmured. Her hand moved across his lap and closed around a piece of masculinity that would have been the envy of any human male. "There is... I am... I do not..." "It's all right. Let Arky help you." She began to stroke up and down, her fingers just closing around his maleness as it reached full erection. "My, you are a big boy." She watched fascinated as the alien penis began to develop what looked like gooseflesh to her untrained eyes. After a few more strokes, the goosebumps began to secrete some sort of natural lubricant and her hand became slick as she ran it up and down his male organ. "Hmmmm, self-lubricating eh? Your mate must save a lot on KY Jelly." Nelth did not reply. His massive hands closed around the edge of the workbench and for a moment Arky was afraid he was going to leave finger marks in the metal. His cock was like steel under Arky's grasp, a cylinder of sleek slippery metal that twitched and throbbed as she worked her hand back and forth. What's going to happen when he comes, she thought to herself. She was thankful that it was pointed away from her, because going on his reaction it could be pretty spectacular when he reached the moment of crisis. "Whoa, what's THIS?" she said in surprise. As Nelth began to tremble, the base of his penis began to unfold like a flower. Before Arky's startled gaze, a delicate frill began to stand up, quivering slightly as it filled with blood. "Ohhh," she sighed as she began to understand its purpose. "Lucky girls! A built-in sex aid to make sure your wife has a climax every time you do. Very civilized!" Nelth was in no state to discourse on the urogenital anatomy of his race. His hands were locked around the edge of the workbench, and he had started to rise slightly from his sitting position as Arky's hand worked faster and faster. His tongue flicked out again and again, perhaps seeking the pheromones of his partner. Arky's Alien Rapist "Yes, baby, come on. Let Arky bring it on. Let it go. Show me the goods." Arky was breathing hard now, both from her physical exertions and from the growing excitement she was feeling at his reactions. As a teenager, she had often masturbated her boyfriend to climax in a dark corner of the garden, but she couldn't begin to imagine what Nelth was going to do. The strange frill was standing up and trembling like a blossoming flower, and Nelth's cock was so hard it was like a steel rod. Arky was wondering how much longer she could keep stroking before she got cramp in her hand, when the moment of climax arrived. An unpronounceable gurgle came from Nelth's mouth and there was a snapping sound as one of his mighty fingers broke through the metal of the bench he was gripping. "Bloody Hell!" said Arky involuntarily. As her hand reached the end of his dick on the upstroke, it pulsed under her grasp and some mighty convulsion of muscles shot out a jet of transparent gooey stuff. Again and again Nelth trembled as his mighty ejaculations continued. Arky felt she was holding a fire hose as it quivered and bucked in her grasp. She was no longer stroking it, all her strength was going into just holding on. After a moment the contractions subsided and Nelth ceased to shudder and groan. There was no sound except the dripping as the alien sperm that coated the underside of the workbench dropped off and fell to the floor, leaving a growing puddle of sticky transparent fluid. Finally Arky released him, saying with a raised eyebrow "I guess I don't need to ask if it was good for you." "You are an extraordinary woman." Nelth sat motionless. "I do not recall experiencing (hiss)such intense sensations before." "You're too kind, sir," said Arky as she cleaned her hands off with a piece of cloth, wondering what to do about the pool of alien sperm under the bench. How good were the automatic cleaning units in the maintenance area that took care of the oil and grease? "Do you want to cuddle, or should we get back to work?" "Pardon?" "Skip it. Just a pleasantry among my people." After that encounter, the two fell into an easy routine. During the day they worked on the myriad small jobs that had to be done on the self-contained universe that was the interstellar ship. In the so-called evening hours, Nelth would come to her cabin and she would tease and torment his enormous dick until his climax hit him like a freight train. She learned quickly to keep a bowl handy so she could milk him into it at the vital moment. After this had gone on for five or six days, Nelth came to her room as usual, and Arky looked at him speculatively. "I don't seem to be getting much out of this apart from transportation, lover boy. Don't you feel a little... reciprocity... is in order?" Nelth looked at her in what seemed to be confusion. "I understood that the act of copulation was difficult between us..." "Yes, yes, I know what you mean. I don't necessarily want that big love-stick of yours in my little pussy, but there are other ways. For instance, your female aren't mammalian are they?" Nelth made the humming noise that was his race's assenting sound. "So you wouldn't understand how sensitive these can be." She opened her blouse and cupped her breasts, spacing the fingers so the nipples peeped through like hard little pebbles. Nelth was wary at first, but at her urging he leaned over her and let his long lizard-like tongue brush over her nipples. "Oooooh yeah," said Arky, twisting and squirming as he lashed the hungry tips of her breasts. Nelth had to be reassured that he was not causing her discomfort before he proceeded, but he was happy to spend several minutes stimulating her boobs till she finally stopped him. "Good boy. Now let's see how you go with the main event." She gave him precise instructions, then lay back with her legs spread. Nelth's tongue flickered over her pussy lips for a few minutes while she lay back relaxing into the sensations. "Yeah baby. Good. Very good." The growing moistness in her loins reminded her just how long it had been since she'd had a truly satisfying sexual experience. Nelth kept at it like a diligent student as her excitement mounted. "Oh YES. OK baby, do it now... now... NOW." Nelth increased the speed of his motions, then formed his tongue into a loop and wrapped it around Arky's clitoris, dragging it across the super-sensitive little nub of flesh. Arky let out a shriek as all her muscles locked up in one titanic convulsion. "Gaaaaaaaah urrrrrrgh! Uh uh uh uh...glgggggh!" The scream died away to a faint gurgle, her eyelids fluttering as sweat began to run down her forehead and over her face. She wiped the back of one hand across her face, staring blindly at the ceiling for a minute. "Jesus," she said at last. "If all else fails, you can always get a job as a gigolo on one of the L-5 pleasure dromes." She took a deep breath. "Maybe I'll just rest for a minute or two..." Her eyes closed and she sank back into the bed, all her muscles so relaxed she felt like she was floating in zero-G. When she woke an hour later Nelth was gone. She smiled to herself, rolled over and went back to sleep. A pleasurable feeling of warmth permeated her entire body, as though she were wrapped in a mink bedspread. As she drifted off, she thought to herself "A girl could get used to this..." The next morning she couldn't stop smiling and humming to herself as she dressed and ate breakfast. Nelth was programming the navigation tracker, and she wondered what his reaction would have been if she'd reached over and given him a kiss on the shiny hard flesh of his cheek. She grinned, trying to imagine it. The day went by smoothly. The M'na technology was becoming increasingly familiar to her, though she wouldn't have wanted to operate it without Nelth's supervision. She could even read the navigation counter that said there were less than two days before they reached their destination. There were no more stops before they landed. Till then, the ship was a sealed little world of its own. And like all worlds it had the potential to be either a utopia or an inferno. After the evening meal (Arky was still trying to work out why the automated catering machines thought human food had to be served on a chilled tray - she was starting to feel like an Eskimo) they sat back in a companionable silence. Nelth for once was indulging in what was recognizably a leisure activity, staring intently at a swirl of abstract colors on a screen that pulsed and ebbed in a strange sort of rhythm. Now and again he touched a control that seemed to alter the speed or the hue of the display, but Arky could not discern any pattern behind his preferences. It made as much sense to her as the Sydney Opera House would have made to an Antarean Voloid. "Nelth," she said finally, "are you coming to my room tonight?" His eyes swiveled to her and after a beat he replied "If I am welcome, I shall visit your quarters." She smiled a little. "I wasn't suggesting otherwise. I just wanted to know when to expect you." Nelth indicated the time counter. "When the third tourmaline is illuminated." She nodded and he went back to his eye-straining entertainment display. In her room, Arky estimated she had about an hour in hand. She slipped into a flimsy robe and opened a box she had brought back from the machine shop. Inside were three pieces of equipment she had put together from some scrap materials. Any female in the galaxy would have known what they were at a glance. Arky had put together three sex aids that (in ascending order) she classified as Large, Extra Large and Oh-my-god. She picked up a tube of lubricating gel and began smearing it over her pussy lips and the tip of the Large model. Lying back, she began to rub the Large against her genitals till a pleasant warmth began to radiate out from her groin; then she slipped the tip inside and began moving it gently back and forth till her vaginal muscles became acclimatized to its presence. From there, things progressed as planned. Arky was able to take the first vibrator without much difficulty, and brought herself to a satisfactory if not earth-shattering climax. While she was still oozing, she inserted the second one. That took a couple of minutes before she was able to encompass its girth, but once she got busy it followed the usual route to the apex of pleasure. Panting slightly, Arky looked at the time. Numbers 1 and 2 had taken longer than she planned, but she was still within mission parameters. Picking up the third dildo, she reflected again why she had given it its name. "Oh my god, you've got to be kidding," she muttered as she gripped it with difficulty. She squirted out an extra big dollop of lubricant. An observer passing the door of her cabin might have thought it an interrogation cell for one of the less scrupulous security forces. There were the sounds of heaving bodies, muttered refusals, groans, sudden sharp intakes of breath and little sobs of intense emotion. Arky, however, was not being broken on the wheel or stretched on the rack. The sensations she was experiencing bordered on the unbearable, but pain was definitely subordinate to pleasure by the end. The squeal that came at the moment of culmination was not that of a tortured soul, rather of blessed release and completion. Arky lay there for a few minutes, hardly noticing that her vaginal muscles had expelled the intruder without conscious effort. Her breasts were heaving as she sucked in great breaths of air, and her body was covered in a light sheen of perspiration. Her close-clipped fair hair was plastered over her head and she wiped one hand across her eyes as the sweat ran down her forehead. "Great Klono's iridium eyes," she muttered (Arky liked picking up colorful oaths from various planets). She sat up with a little groan and padded across the cabin to the shower recess, where she stood under the just-warm-enough spray till she felt refreshed enough to face the next stage of her project. The M'na pilot came down the hall towards her cabin at his usual pace. There was no sign of either eagerness or reluctance to a human observer, though one of his own race might have noticed a certain something about his attitude as he neared the human woman's cabin. Nelth paused in the doorway for the usual exchange of courtesies, where a human male would have strolled in with perhaps a casual rat-a-tat of the knuckles against the door. "You are sufficiently rested?" he asked as she sat up on the bed wearing a bathrobe that was three sizes too large for her (she sometimes wondered who the ship's other human passengers had been). She rose to her feet and stretched. "Rested isn't quite the word I would choose, but I'm all right now." She toyed with the belt of her robe. "Landfall is in 36 hours, right?" "That is correct. We shall reach our destination in a day and a half by your calendar." "So this might be our last night together," she said softly as she stepped closer. "We might never sleep together again." "That is of course a matter for regret," said the M'na in his as-ever too-precise English. It was not exactly a cry of heartbreak but Arky wasn't expecting one. "So I was thinking we should make it special in some way." She pulled the belt of the robe open and let a little flesh show, warm and pink from her shower. "Get on the bed and I'll explain." Nelth sat, the bed squeaking a little under his weight, and lay back like a carved ebony statue on top of a memorial in a medieval cathedral. Arky slipped off the robe and stood naked next to the bed. "This time, no more messing about. I'm going to fuck you if it takes me all night to get that thing in me." She leaned over the bed, looking down at his burgeoning erection. In repose it was larger than most men, but now it was pointing upwards like a model of a skyscraper. Taking her weight on her hands, she put her head down and closed her lips over the tip of his masculinity. Slowly she began to suck on it, her tongue roving over the smooth shiny hardness. Nelth uttered a small sigh, which was the equivalent of a scream of pleasure in a less inhibited species. His erection was of course much too large to fit in Arky's mouth, but she sucked and licked all over and around the tip of it till it glistened and shone when she released it. "Are you certain about this? The only previous attempt was... distressing." "Don't worry about that. I've been practicing. And anyway, I'm a girl who likes to be on top!" Arky swung herself onto the bed and straddled him. His male organ was standing up hard and straight, already gooseflesh-like with the tiny bumps that exuded the natural lubricant of M'na males. She ran her hand up and down, closing it around his fullness with difficulty. "Mamma is going to make you feel GOOD..." she said, and began to lower herself towards him. The M'na closed his enormous hands around the edges of the bed as the outer lips of her cunt closed over the very tip of him. Arky began to rock back and forth slowly, letting herself gradually acclimatize to his dimensions. It seemed to go on for a long time, but eventually she realized that the head of his mighty weapon was ensconced in the warm moistness of her inner self. She let out a long sigh of satisfaction. Stage One accomplished. Gently and gradually she began moving back and forth, letting the least part of him move in and out of the mouth of her hungry cave. After another couple of minutes, she managed to take in another inch, her eyes widening at the feeling of being filled by an instrument of such titanic proportions. But she couldn't relax yet. She still had nearly twelve inches to go. Arky's exertions with the dildos were as nothing to what she was putting herself through now. Sweat poured from her body, her breathing was hoarse and guttural, her eyes glazing over as she concentrated on just one thing. Soon it was as though there was nothing else in the universe except the warm tightness of herself and the endless probing of Nelth and his gargantuan cock. Had Arky been less than superbly fit and been anything less than utterly determined to accomplish this, there was no way she could have even attempted what she was trying to do. The proportions of Nelth would have scared off 99% of women, and even the remaining fraction would have thought twice about entertaining him. They would have been awe-struck to see how her pussy had stretched to accommodate his entry, how he was moving slowly back and forth into her, gaining a little ground with each thrust. "Aaaagh," groaned Arky, a spark of defiance still glowing somewhere in her, "Is that all you've got, mister? You think that's enough to satisfy a woman do you?" She was starting to lose it, part of her realized. All her higher brain functions were being over-ridden by the merciless urge to fuck - she was reverting to her most basic animal levels. "Come on, you bastard. Let's see what you're made of..." The impact of the speech was undermined a little by the fact that her voice trailed away into a muted collection of grunts and moans, her lips trembling as her body shook in uncontrollable spasms. "Arky!" he said suddenly. "Arky..." His legs locked into rigid columns of muscle, his whole body freezing in position. The only thing about him that moved was the delicate frill that surrounded the base of his cock. It stood up like some sort of sea anemone, its delicate flesh probing into the air. And - yes! - Arky was close enough to get the full benefit of this natural sexual aid. The delicate fronds trembled and tickled against her clitoris, playing with it till sensations she'd never known before started to race through her nerves. "Oh yes, YES!" she screamed. "Oh god, yes, ah, ahhhhhh...!" The relentless but oh-so-delicate caress of the frills sent her soaring past the point of no return. Her head went back as her mouth opened in a soundless grimace followed by a "whoosh" as all her breath rushed out in one orgasmic release. Seeing stars from the unique intensity of her orgasm, Arky was hardly aware of the response from her partner. His enormous cock began to pulse in time to the shuddering of the frill, and packet after packet of alien sperm was deposited in her trembling womb. The stimulation of her orgasms had pushed him over the edge. Finally both of them were still. There was silence apart from the protesting squeak of the bed as Nelth rolled onto his side. Arky was semi-conscious by now, giving a little involuntary sigh as Nelth withdrew his only-slightly-softer phallus from her abused tunnel. As he pulled out, a torrent of sperm flowed out, soaking Arky's thighs. Silently, his long flexible tongue flicked out and ran down the side of her face, tasting the saltiness of the sweat and tears that had run over her cheeks. Arky felt him, and smiled without opening her eyes. Something that once would have terrified her instinctively, she now recognized on a deeper level as a token of love that few would ever receive from a member of an alien species. Nelth carefully raised one arm and slid it under her head. As all her muscles relaxed in complete bliss, she slipped into a sound sleep that lasted nearly an hour. Nelth lay there motionless till she awoke. When Arky's eyes fluttered, she was bemused for a moment to find herself staring into Nelth's face from only a few inches away. "Wow!" she said at last, and stretched. "Ouch!" "Have you sustained any injuries?" said the M'na. "Not exactly, but I think I need a physiotherapist or a chiropractor. I feel like I've been dropped from a low-flying plane without a parachute." She explored gently with one hand. "And my pussy is never going to be the same... ow!" She grimaced as she felt the over-used vaginal muscles complain. "Can you get sexual RSI?" The exhausted woman sat up, noticing for the first time that her body was smothered in a mixture of dried sweat and alien semen. "I hope you can't smell me," she said, "I must be disgusting." Nelth's tongue flicked out across her spine, making her jump. "I think it's rather (hiss) sexy myself," said the alien pilot. Arky threw her head back and laughed. "Nelth, you almost made a joke. You've obviously been spending much too much time with humans!" "Agreed. With one particular human, that is." His incredible tongue reached out and tickled her between her breasts, tasting the saltiness of her cleavage. "Stop doing that!" she chuckled. "I can't afford to get turned on again at the moment, because I don't think I'll be able to fuck for a week." She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes. She slept for almost ten hours and by the time she saw Nelth again they had crossed the outer perimeter of the Boldan system; traffic was heavy and Nelth was seated at the flight desk when she joined him. "Everything green?" she said, slipping into the co-pilot seat. Nelth nodded complacently, adjusting several controls with a speed that would have made a human pilot gasp. The ship was moving into its final approach path. "Landing will be on schedule," he announced calmly. "You will soon be able to continue your journey." "So this is just a shipboard romance, then?" she said with a twinkle in her eye. "You will be continuing your journey..." said Nelth, pausing for fraction of a second before adding "... as much as I would like to fuck your little pussy till you screamed with pleasure every night." He looked at her. "Is that the correct colloquial usage?" Arky gurgled with laughter. "And they say the M'na don't have a sense of humor!" She looked over at him. "I'm going to miss you, big guy." She raised one eyebrow. "Especially that gosh-wow tongue of yours." Nelth looked at her expressionlessly, then his tongue flicked out and vanished again, faster than a chameleon devouring a grasshopper. Arky laughed again and spun round in the co-pilot's seat, looking back with disbelief to her first night on the ship, when all that lay in front of her seemed to be days of degradation and abuse. Arky's Alien Rapist "Perhaps I'll see you again," she said after a moment's silence. "You know where I live," replied Nelth, who had apparently been studying conversational English in his spare time. "Look me up if you're (hiss) passing." "One thing's for certain," she said softly. "I won't forget you in a hurry." The ship shuddered, and they were both too busy to talk as they prepared for insertion into the correct orbital path. Pilots and ship became one, bearing them downwards safely to their destination, the speed of re-entry causing a flaming wake as they dropped lower and lower till from space they seemed to merge with the planet below, vanishing from the outer universe. The journey was completed. But perhaps two races had been brought closer together. In a way that would never have occurred to any diplomat.