No Holes Barred: Mating Dance
Not only is Caitlin not desperate to get laid, she's vowed her last attempt was the limit. Val is still desperately searching for Mr. Right, though, and Caitlin reluctantly goes along to offer 'moral support'--or mutual guilt. She hadn't expected anything quite like Killian when she decided to give the Galactic Dates and Mates a try.
Length: Short Story
Word Count: 11,288
Genre: Futuristic Romance
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Kat Richards, July 2005
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Whirling around, she found herself staring at a very muscular, very naked chest. It was attached to a mountain, but it was definitely human. “How the hell…did you….”
Even as she stammered the question, of its own accord, her gaze dropped, skimming across a flat stomach and coming to rest on the spot that was definitely alien. Instead of a patch of hair, a cock, and balls, there was a--serpent!
She felt a sudden, searing blush rise from her neck to the top of her head. My God! It’s huge! It was long, erect, and moving sinuously, dancing quite merrily, in fact. Mesmerized, she stared at it some moments, slack jawed, unable to look away and ashamed of herself for it, feeling heat gathering in her nether regions as his throbbing cock, still dancing, reached toward her.
With an effort, she managed to tear her gaze from his member finally and looked up his body to the handsome face that was attached to the talented cock. He’s bald! Actually, that wasn’t quite right, she decided after a moment. It didn’t look as though he’d lost all of his hair as much as it seemed he’d never had a hair on his body in his life. He doesn’t even have eyelashes! Oddly enough, he not only looked perfectly natural without them, he was amazingly good looking.
He grinned down at her and said something in a deep voice. She didn’t understand of word of it. She shook her head and blinked at him. “What?”
The grin fell slowly from his face and he said something else, shaking his own head.
“I’m sorry, I just don’t understand you. Do you speak English?” Of course not! He’s an alien! Why would he? She kicked herself mentally, trying to think of something to say that he might conceivably understand.
He pursed his lips a moment and then seemed to remember something. Finally, he pulled a small, plain metal ear cuff off his ear and held it out to her on his palm. She stared down at the clip a few moments, making no attempt to take it.
He motioned toward her ear with his free hand. A gift? It seemed oddly out of place to her, his giving her a present, especially given his nudity. The puzzled look she gave him must have said volumes to him, because he took hold of her head and gently tilted it to the side, placing the cuff on her right ear. “Now, as I was saying, how did you manage to understand enough common to get me here when you obviously don’t speak it?”
Caitlin felt her jaw drop. “What? What did you just say?”
He raised a hairless eyebrow at her. “I said, how did you manage to understand enough common to get me here when you obviously don’t speak it? Is the interpreter not working? Do you understand me now?”
“I--yes, I understand now. I thought you spoke a different language a few moments ago, that’s all. What are you? Are you really an alien?” She immediately regretted asking, feeling extremely rude for it. Of course he’s an alien! They don’t make those here! She fought the temptation to look down again at that marvelous cock, whose movement she felt sure continued even now. She was dying to know where he was from, how he had gotten here, everything, but she didn’t know where to start!
To her surprise, he laughed. “Is that really what you brought me here for? Questions?” He leaned toward her and breathed deeply, drinking in her scent. “Your fragrance says otherwise.”
“Fragrance? I’m not wearing….” She blushed again when she realized what he was alluding too and decided to shut up. What on Earth have I gotten myself into?
He seemed to take her silence as a cue and gently took her face in his hands. Caitlin gulped against a knot that felt like a goose egg, but she was more than willing to get to the good stuff. Placing her palms on his chest, she came up on her tiptoes, meeting him halfway. When he pressed his mouth against hers it felt heavenly. She closed her eyes, drinking in his musk as he parted her lips with his tongue, thrusting it inside. Like strong drink his taste and touch went right to her head in a rush. Delighted, she sucked his tongue lightly. He moaned, running his hands down her body, pulling her possessively, almost roughly against his length and wrapping his arms tightly around her.
Feeling movement against her pants, confusion surfaced. His arms were around her. What was caressing her ass? She gasped when she reached down to discover what it was and something warm and taut wrapped itself around her hand. Pulling away from him, she looked down and discovered she was holding his cock--or, more accurately, it had twined around her arm lovingly.
She pulled her arm away. Undeterred, the cock sought a new target and--nuzzled her. She wondered briefly how such a wondrous thing could have developed elsewhere, and more importantly why men on Earth hadn’t developed such fantastic cocks.