Page 12 of There’s an Alien Down My Chimney

“Now, you better be jumping his bones ASAP you hear me? Don’t waste this fucking opportunity, Star,” Daria ordered. Briefly, my confused brain thought she was telling me to sleep with Pike and a spike of revulsion shivered through me, breaking the mood. Then I realized she was talking about Ru and I laughed, far too aware of the fact that Ru was now undressing me, my socks had already gone and my leggings were following suit.

“Okay, yes, I promise. I’ll get right on that, Dar,” I said to her. She laughed and the sound was cut off when she hung up on me. I didn’t mind that the two of us never said goodbye, it was an unspoken agreement between us, leaving a conversation like we could pick it up again at any moment. This time I had other things on my mind, so I dropped the phone and rushed to yank my sweater over my head.

“Yes,” I told Ru, “Now.” There was a blur of clothing flying in every direction, then finally I was naked, standing on shaky legs in my kitchen. Ru had stripped too so I got to see him in all his beautiful glory, for the first time able to lay eyes on his thick cock. It was standing up at attention, proudly reaching up for his belly button, the red cracks and veins that covered his skin were all along his cock too. To my shock, a bar of silver glinted at the tip of the dark head, which was leaking silvery precum.

He was huge, but I was pretty sure he’d fit, and he was going to feel so good inside of me. We’d been building to this moment since the day we met, hell, we’d been in each other’s arms within minutes of meeting each other. I felt a bit like this was just meant to be, that he was my Christmas present come early.

I was so eager for it, that I could feel wetness coating the insides of my thighs, and when I hopped back up on the kitchen counter, I made sure Ru saw it too. His eyes were like molten lava, scorching me with their intensity as he stalked closer. With a hand, he pinned my thigh open, the other swirling through my folds with clever fingers.

I arched, eagerly presenting my breasts for him, and urging him to slide a finger inside. Now that we’d gotten the issue of his horns out of the way, I didn’t hesitate to grab hold of them, steering his head to my breast. He suckled on one nipple, heat arrowing from that point down to my core. Then cold brushed against the other and I let out a shocked whimper, the sudden sensation startling me.

Looking down, I saw that he had flicked the sharp, metal-coated tip of his tail expertly against the other bud. A thrill shot down my spine when I realized that. It wasn’t as sharp as a knife, but that metal tip was definitely meant to be a weapon.

My thoughts scattered when he finally slid home a finger, curling it inside my passage and against my g-spot as if he knew exactly where it was. I screamed some kind of nonsense, breaking apart as my orgasm hit me. The muscles of my passage clamped down hard around his finger, and he lifted his head, eyes wide and startled at the sensation. Then he grinned that wide, cheeky grin of his that I’d come to know and love; pleased by my response, a little smug that he’d caused that.

“Ready for me sweetheart?” he asked, his tail flicking up. With one hand, he caught the tip, and with a twist of his wrist, the metal tip came free. It clattered to the kitchen counter next to my hip but I had my eyes on the newly exposed point of his tail. It was still arrow-shaped, with a few bumps along the center that crawled up his tail like little spikes.

It was covered in skin, and when I reached out, he let me touch it. Soft, but with a harder interior, cartilage maybe, not anything that could harm me if he touched me with it. My blood heated with desire when I realized he’d removed the metal tip for that reason, losing a weapon he was never without, just for me.

“So ready,” I told him, and I shifted a little on the counter, canting my hips so he’d have a better angle. He grabbed his cock with his left palm, giving it a few pumps while his eyes were on my face, watching my response. I liked how that looked, a lot, but I wanted him inside me even more. Hooking my heels around his hips, I urged him forward, and he came with a husky chuckle, lining up the pierced tip of his cock with my opening.

He felt scalding hot against my sensitive channel, his body pumping out heat much fiercer than my own. I loved it, and I loved the slight burn and stretch as he started pushing the head inside, that piercing scraping along my inner walls. My eyes closed, my head tilting back as I just experienced what he was doing to me, each slow inch winding me up tighter. God, how much was there of him?

A brush against my clit had me shivering, my body going slick and loose around him when the soft flicks kept coming. I knew what that was without looking, his tail, expertly manipulating the bundle of nerves. Relaxing me enough that I could finally feel him bottoming out inside of me, my legs trembling from the effort.

Ru was murmuring to me, rumbling in that deep voice. Assurances, praise, maybe some of it was just nonsense or stuff the translator couldn’t pick up on, but I loved the sound of his voice. Then our eyes met, and I knew I was in for a wild ride, he wasn’t going to hold back on me now. I really didn’t want him to, I wanted to know what it was like to be his for a while. I didn’t want to think about the future where he’d be flying back into space.

He pulled out slowly, a grin teasing around his mouth, his tail flicking steadily against my clit. I felt how his piercing dragged along my walls, my body fluttering around his cock. Then he pushed back in with a push of his hips, driving in deep and hard, and a moan rolled from my lips. He set a fast rhythm shuttling in and out of me, his tail keeping up its clever motions and his hands bracing my hips against the counter. He loomed over me, his branched horns spreading out above me, the muscles in his arms bunching with each motion.

My orgasm crashed into me, I yelled his name so loudly that I felt it ache in my throat, and in response, I felt his cock kick hard inside of me. He loved it when I yelled his name, and it was only a few hard thrusts later that he blasted my insides with his warm seed. He didn’t yell or shout, he let out this deep groan, followed by my name and it was the sexiest thing ever.

Then he folded his arms around me and held me to his chest while his lungs heaved to draw in air, his skin slightly damp from the exertion. I felt treasured, still sexy, sitting on the kitchen counter, impaled on his cock, with seed leaking out along my thighs. Ru was a master at playing my body and all I could think of was doing this again, on the couch, in front of the fireplace, and maybe just to be normal even the bed at some point.

*

Ru’ol

I carried Stella from the shower where we’d made an attempt at cleaning ourselves before going to bed. We’d certainly washed each other, and then I’d lifted her on my shoulders and licked her pretty pink cunt until she’d screamed my name again. I was still grinning with satisfaction, tasting her on my lips, smelling her delicate scent.

She was rushing the drying process, her pale skin pebbled from the cold so I reached out and wrapped her up in a second towel. Then we fell into her bed and I made it my business to make sure she was properly warm before we fell asleep. And with properly warm, I definitely meant at least half a dozen orgasms for my pretty lady.

When she fell into an exhausted slumber, I held her curled up in my arms, tucked tightly beneath my chin. It felt so right to have her there that for a moment my brain was conjuring up images of what it would be like if I never left. Only, she was about to lose this cabin, and I knew I could never hide in the city, it would feel like a prison eventually, and it wouldn’t be right when I couldn’t contribute anything meaningful to the household.

I fell into a light sleep at some point during the night, my body exhausted enough that despite my racing thoughts I slipped under. It was the sound of an engine outside that woke me, a low rumble that I’d learned to associate with the truck that those agents bothering Stella drove. I was immediately in the mood for a fight and started carefully slipping from the bed before reason prevailed.

No matter how badly I wanted it, I couldn’t expose myself to those men unless I intended to kill them. They’d run back to their bosses the moment they saw me and Stella and I would both end up in chains. From what Stella had said about the facility next door, and from what I’d seen myself, I assumed I’d end up dissected on a table somewhere if I wasn’t careful.

I still pulled on my pants, before padding to the nearest window facing the front of the cabin. Sliding the curtain open a crack I could see a truck coming up the long road to the cabin, it had silver chains wrapped around the wheels, just like the other truck I’d seen. This one was brown with rust stains, a cab that had space for maybe three humans at the most, and a huge, bulging black tarp covering the loading portion of the vehicle.

“I think that’s Pike,” Stella murmured sleepily from the bed. She was sitting up, a shaft of light catching along her bare breasts, she looked a vision like that, and I had to swallow a few times to get moisture back in my mouth. Then she ruined the moment by shrugging into a shirt, and she started hopping around the room in a hurry to get completely dressed.

Glancing back out the window, I noticed that a big, burly human male had stepped out of the vehicle. He was bundled up in a puffy coat, with a hat and a scarf, so all I saw was a set of sharp blue eyes. Trudging through the snow, and along the trampled ice, he looked at home in the cold surroundings and was much more competent at traversing the terrain than those two agents. In fact, he looked like a worthy adversary, unlike the two sniffling guys that had been bothering Stella with their stupid papers.

Stella was darting from the bedroom, and I wished desperately that I could just follow her. Stake a claim in front of this newcomer, a guy that she had history with. I felt suddenly swamped with jealousy, what if this was a former lover? Or what if she turned to this guy for comfort after I left? I couldn’t stand either thought, but I squashed them in a hurry since they weren’t things I could change.

The last thing Stella needed right now, was an overprotective idiot exposing his existence to random people, just because he was jealous. I did rumble a little in discontent, wishing that I could just walk up, but unlike some other species in the Zeta Quadrant, I could never pass for human.

I watched the male approach until the angle of the window no longer allowed for it, then I walked to the bedroom door and listened in. Hearing how Stella swung open her front door and called out a greeting with a voice filled with warmth. The rumble of a male voice when he answered was soft and low enough that I couldn’t quite make out what he said.