Page 16 of Protected By the Alien Commander

Olivia

I waitedby the freighter ship in the shade and rubbed my fingers through the orange dirt. It was not my ship, the one my friends were waiting in. How many other crashed spaceships were there?

I jumped at a scuffling noise from inside the ship.

Doshax stuck his head out. “It is safe to come in. There is no one here. I found a working shower.”

I would love to take a shower. Marching around did not make me smell good. He helped me climb into the ship, then I followed him down the corridors. I didn’t want to sound like a scaredy cat, but… “Did you find any bodies?”

“No. This ship has been here a while, and it was stripped of anything useful.”

“I thought for sure this had to be my ship. I have no idea where it is now. How could we not see my ship?”

Doshax looked at me. He had taken his sunglasses off and I could see his purple eyes that I still thought were beautiful. I wished I had purple eyes. “It is a big planet.”

What? Oh yeah, my ship. “I didn’t walk very long before I reached the plants. We should have seen it from there. I kept the ship in sight while I walked.” Would I ever find my friends again? Were they angry I hadn’t come back with help and more water? I rubbed my eyes to keep tears from escaping. “I don’t know if I can find help for my friends.”

He turned into a larger room that had a bed and desk. “We will find your ship. I am going to check the cockpit while you take a shower. There may be some part of the ship that still works since the translator does. I will scan for lifeforms in the surrounding area.”

I nodded, unwilling to speak for fear I’d break down and cry in front of him. Even if we’d never see each other again after this—and that thought caused a painful twinge in my chest—I cared about his opinion.

He showed me how to turn the shower on, and turned on the scanner to show the water was safe. Doshax was amazing, always thinking ahead and taking care of me. I had never felt so protected.

He turned to leave, but I stopped him. “Is it safe for me to be here by myself? Do you think anyone might come back? Or be watching the ship?”

“I checked every room. There is no animal or being on the ship. And I closed the outer door and locked it. You will be safe here. I will be back before you are done with your shower.” He pulled a metal bottle out of his pack. “Here is a bottle to collect water.”

I kept myself from asking for him to stay. It was scary being away from the only other person I had seen other than my friends. I wiped tears off my cheek. If we ever got separated… well, I didn’t want to think of what would happen to me.

Getting naked in a vacant ship was creepy. It reminded me of every horror movie I had seen. It was usually when a girl got naked that the killer would show up. But the lure of a shower was too much to resist. I gave the bedroom some serious side-eye, then stepped into the small bathroom. I quickly stripped out of my meager clothes—just his jacket, my dress, underwear, and boots. Then I stepped into the shower cubicle with a sigh. The water was lukewarm, but felt wonderful. It didn’t even hurt my skin. I hoped Doshax had more gel from that plant in his pack. It was amazing.

I found a soap dispenser and was shocked when gel came out after I put my hand under it. The people on the ship must not have stayed very long if there was still soap. Why? If I had crashed in a ship with water, I wouldn’t have left. Why did the crew leave? I shivered at those creepy thoughts and quickly finished soaping myself.

My thoughts turned to the man that had kept me safe and fed. Doshax had looked strange when I had first seen him, but now he seemed completely normal. Plus, he wasn’t a jerk like the other men I had spent a lot of time with, my ex-boyfriends. Doshax had cared for my rat bites and sunburn. If we weren’t in such a scary situation, crashed on a planet far from Earth with no signs of civilization, I’d make sure he didn’t get away. He was a keeper. Someone lucky would have a great husband. I shoved down my sadness at that thought.

But I couldn’t stop thinking of him, especially his body. His black hair, blue lean and muscular body with black short quills on the center of his head and down his back. I ran my hands over my boobs and squeezed, wishing they were his large, rough skinned hands. I sighed. This was not the time to think of him intimately. I couldn’t waste water when it was so precious. Plus, I wanted to know if he had gotten the ship to work and found any lifeforms nearby.

I stepped out of the shower and used my dirty, previously white but now mottled orange and dark red spotted dress to dry off. Like Doshax had said, everything that hadn’t been bolted down had been stripped. I couldn’t find any towels in the bathroom or bedroom. Had the crew stripped the ship before they abandoned it? Or had someone, or something, else done it?

Those spooky thoughts immediately left my head when I saw Doshax standing in the room, staring at me. My nipples puckered, and my skin grew hot as his heavy gaze raked over my body. His quills were straight up. From being around him, I think that meant he had powerful emotions. I dropped my dress to let it fall to the floor.

His eyes were fixed on my boobs, then they lowered to my hips, my pussy clenching at his interest. I strode closer to him and tentatively reached out, placing my hand on his rugged chest. He lifted my hand then placed it on his smooth pants, right over the large bulge. I undid his pants, but he interrupted me and carried me over to the plain bed on a black solid base.

My nipples rubbed against his rough chest, sending tingles straight to my pussy. Was I really going to do this with an alien I barely knew?

I leaned back on the soft sheet and watched as he pulled off his pants and boots. His dick sprang free, long and blue with….

“There are… you’ve got… are those spikes on your dick?” My voice squealed. I think he winced.

“They are not spikes, but ridges. Spikes are sharp. My kok will not hurt you but will give you pleasure.”

Doshax wrapped his hand around his dick, rubbing the length, and there was a lot. He rubbed his thumb over a ridge and groaned.

I bit my lip and answered my question. Yes, yes I was definitely going to do this.

He came toward me and I grabbed his dick, feeling its length and thickness. I gave his dick a few strokes and rubbed the ridges sticking up around the head. They were hard, like his dick. The skin was soft but the shaft hard as steel. It was far larger than any I had felt before. Could you die from too-large dick impalement?

My playtime was over because he pulled me up and kissed me while his hands explored my body. One hand moved down to cup my ass, the other down to my pussy, which was wet and engorged.