Tessi

TESSI

Huddling up as best I could inside of the fronds of the plant, my ankle throbbed mercilessly. I strained my ears for any sound, but in the several minutes since Alkard's departure, it had been eerily quiet.

A muted crackle of electricity startled me, shattering the silence. What followed was a cavalcade of sound. Smashing furniture, hard impacts, and screams of agony.

The latter caused me to break out in a cold sweat.

I wasn't sure what I'd expected from a date with Alkard, but this wasn't it.

Silence reigned once more, and I considered leaving my hiding place. Approaching footsteps caused me to abandon that idea. Was it Alkard coming to find me? Or one of the assassins coming to finish off the last remaining witness?

I froze, not even daring to breathe as the footsteps stopped outside my hiding place. The fronds parted.

I almost collapsed in relief at the sight of Alkard's worried face.

"It's all right, Tessi. We are now completely safe." Gently he lifted me from the bush, the fronds falling away, almost caressing my shoulders.

"Can we get the hell out of here now?" I asked. "My ankle is killing me."

"Yes. Actually, on that note…"

He turned and nodded, and another Vinduthi appeared. His hair had been shaved close to the scalp, giving his severe Vinduthi features an even more aggressive cast. Black tracery on his left side seemed to suck up the light itself.

"Her ankle is injured, Havek. Can you help her?"

"As long as it's not a severe fracture, this should do the trick."

The newcomer reached into one of the many belt pouches he wore and withdrew a small glass vial filled with blue, glittery viscous fluid. Havek flicked the glass vial with his finger twice, and the glittery bits lit up briefly in a dazzling display.

"What the fuck is that?" I asked with suspicion.

"It's just a nanite regeneration sleeve. Don't worry, it's completely safe. How did you think we were going to treat your broken bone?"

"I thought you would cast it or something," I gasped.

"Cast it?" Havek's face wrinkled in contempt. "And then what, just wait over a month for it to heal on its own? How primitive."

"It's not sparkling blue robot juice," I said, my eyes warily eying the vial.

Alkard's hand rested on my shoulder and his warm, crimson eyes enveloping my body and soul.

"Do you really think I would let him do anything to you that might cause the slightest bit of harm, Tessi?"

I licked my lips, not quite reassured but getting there.

"Answer me, my sweetness."

"Ah, no."

"Then can you be my brave girl?" His fingers caressed my chin, such a stark contrast to his normal dour behavior, and my mind reeled. His thumb caressed my lower lip with feathery softness. Those claws that could rend so easily slid over my skin without harm.

No, he would not do anything to harm me, not ever.

"Yes," I said in a throaty whisper.

"Good girl," he whispered, giving my cheek one last caress before he moved away. I moved my face to keep contact with him for the briefest moment, but I abruptly stopped.

A red heat flamed to my cheeks as Havek stepped up with the vial.

He poured the blue gunk on my ankle and the metal flecks lit up, though not as bright as before. The liquid slid around as if alive, enveloping my swollen ankle until it formed an eerily symmetrical support sleeve.

"Oh!" I cried as a flood of cooling relief poured from the sleeve into my body. "What is it doing?"

"The nanites are infusing into your bloodstream, where they will help speed your body's natural repair process," Havek said with a touch of snobbish pride. "Instead of the six weeks it normally takes your species to heal a broken bone, you're looking at about six hours."

"Are you shitting me right now?"

Havek snickered at my colorful invective.

"Yes. If it were a compound fracture, we would have to perform surgery and then apply the sleeve, but fortunately your break isn't that severe."

My vision dimmed around the edges, my hand darted out and braced, searching for support.

"I think I'm having a bad reaction to this," I said, fear clutching at my chest. "Something's happening."

"It's all right, Tessi," Alkard said, scooping me up into his arms. "A side effect of the nanite infusion process is that you will rest for a time. It's nothing to fear."

"I've got a thing about not waking up somewhere weird," I said, panicking even as everything grew dimmer by the moment.

"You will awaken in your own bed at my residence, and you will not be alone. I promise."

I sighed and let the darkness claim me at last. It seemed as if I closed my eyes for only a few moments, but when I opened them I lay on the soft down mattress in his residence.

I saw Alkard sitting in a straight backed chair not far away. He obviously had not cleaned himself up after the fight, his hair in disarray and his clothing torn.

I didn't mind. I thought he looked like a disaster all right—a sexy disaster waiting for a place to happen.

"What happened?" I asked in a voice thick as lead. My tongue felt like a dried out piece of old leather. I spotted a pitcher of water and a glass nearby on the nightstand, and helped myself.

"It's being looked into," he said cryptically as I filled the cup with a slosh. I drained the first glass and it was the best tasting water ever. I set it down and poured myself another.

"I've never been this thirsty before," I gasped after emptying the cup again.

"How's your ankle?"

"My what?"

It took me several seconds to remember what had happened. I gingerly flexed my toes and found that it didn't hurt, though for some reason my movement seemed restricted. I lifted the sheets, and found that I still wore the blue sleeve, but the glittery bits were gone.

"Is it…is it done?" I asked.

"Yes, you may peel it off if you wish. It's just a thin sheet of silicone now."

I peeled it away, and stared at perfectly smooth skin. Years ago, I had twisted my ankle, not even very bad. I had been in pain and had limped for a day or two. Then for the next nine months, the damn thing hurt day and night even though the medic said there was ‘nothing wrong.'

I'd broken my ankle a few hours ago, straight up broken it, and now it was good as new.

Which was a good thing, because there was someplace I needed to be.

I threw the blanket off fully and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Alkard stood up in alarm.

"What are you doing?"

"I've been asleep for like six hours. And I was drinking wine before that. I don't know about your species, but I need to get to the facilities."

He blinked.

"Oh," he said. "Here."

He gently lifted me up and carried me to the bathroom. I giggled as he set me gingerly on my feet.

"I think I can handle it from here, handsome," I said, tapping him on the nose.

It wasn't just the firefight, or the way he'd shattered me with his touch in the garden.

I no longer felt like fighting the feelings, the urges that seized me whenever the alien mobster was near. I was tired of fighting, period. I'd fought my whole life.

Here was a guy who seemed to get me. More than just get me, he outright gave every indication he adored me. Even though I was spicy tongued and a bit abrasive at times.

Or maybe even because of it.

I answered the call of nature, and then realized I was covered with dirt from the garden.

"Hey," I said, opening the door, making sure he saw me standing on my own two feet, quite literally. "I'm dirty."

"Yes, you are, and I find that quite attractive about you."

I rolled my eyes and laughed helplessly.

Alien mobster with a terrible sense of humor. Right.

"No, I mean I'm literally dirty. I need to take a shower."

"Very well. I assume you understand how to operate it? It is a water shower, not a sonic one."

I waited for him to step out of the doorway so I could shut it, but he didn't. Then I remembered what he had told me. That I would be in control of how far everything went…but that I would eventually ask him for everything.

If I wanted privacy, I would have to speak up and voice that desire. And that was the problem.

I didn't know if that's what I really wanted.

My sass reared its ugly head, and a smile stretched over my face. I reached down and grabbed the hem of my dress, slowly drawing the silken fabric upward. His eyes darted to my newly bared thighs, nostrils flaring as I revealed myself up to the waist.

My panties were long gone, lost at the fight in the garden. Even though he'd already seen and thoroughly sampled the goods, Alkard still stared with hungry eyes at my bared body.

I drew the dress up and over my head, baring myself head to toe. I tossed the shirt over the back of a chair and stretched languidly, like a cat just rising from a nap.

I turned around, still feeling his gaze caressing every inch of me as I bent to turn on the water. I held my hand in the warm stream. A smile stretched wide on my face as I basked in the feeling of hot water, just on the verge of being too much to bear.

I stepped into the wide shower, and turned to face him as the stream sluiced my hair back.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare, Alkard? Or are you going to help me scrub my back?"

Alkard stepped fully into the room, peeling out of his clothing even as he kept eye contact with me. I enjoyed watching the play of muscles across his chest as he slithered out of his shirt, leaving it on the floor behind him.

My breath caught in my throat as he reached down to undo his trousers. I had never seen him naked before, not fully.

On the first night we met, he'd seen every inch of my body.

Most men would have gotten bored.

Alkard only grew more interested.

The proof was the prominent bulge straining the fabric of his pants. Alkard slipped out of the garment, the play of muscles flexing in his thighs catching my attention. Then he stood, revealing his cock to me for the first time.

My mouth flew open as I sucked in air. Alkard's member resembled a human one in many ways. There was a long, thick shaft with a vein pulsing on the side. A pair of perfectly normal-shaped, dark gray testicles hung from beneath the shaft.

And then there was the crown to consider, a soft triangular shape with a series of six soft, flexing flanges.

Strange.

Alien.

Perfect.

I stepped back to allow him inside as his eyes burned me to the core with open faced desire. A low, throaty growl emanated from his lips as he reached for me.

"Hey," I said, pushing his hand away as he reached for my breasts. "Get me clean first, and then we'll talk, mister."

He seemed taken aback, and then a grin spread over his lips. "No one else dares to speak to me like this."

"But when I do it, you find it charming."

He tilted his head back and laughed.

"Yes, I suppose I do, or I would have long ago corrected you. Or made you wear a gag."

"I'd like to see you try and correct me," I said, sticking out my tongue playfully. "And as for that second thing, well, that might not be a deal breaker for me."

He arched a brow beneath his horns, then glanced behind me, where a pink and white sponge-like alien loofah on a carved stick hung from the shower nozzle. I expected him to reach for it.

Instead, I felt something touch the inside of my thigh, even though his hands were both above my waist. I looked down, startled to see his cock moving between my legs, the flexible ribs stroking my skin.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm just getting the sponge," he said innocently. "How else am I going to get you clean?"

His cock slid upward, the hard length sliding over my pussy and through the groove of my ass. I cried out at the sensation, limbs splaying out to catch my balance on the shower walls.

"Does that feel good?" he asked in a voice soft as velvet and hot enough to melt her like icing.

"Yes." My reply was closer to a moan than an actual word, but he never seemed to have trouble understanding me, as usual.

He moved his cock more firmly against me, dragging it slowly between my legs. The ribs spread my outer labia, picking up a trail of moisture from my dripping wet pussy, the feeling against my clitoris a brewing volcanic eruption.

"Ah, here we go," he said, grasping the brush at last. I straddled his cock now, shamelessly grinding against him. "Oh, you really are a dirty girl, aren't you?"

My face burned with embarrassment, but I couldn't deny the assessment.

"Did you like dancing in the club?"

"I hated it," I said quite honestly.

"But you liked the feeling of having control. The feeling of power, didn't you?"

I found it hard to think with the waves of pleasure coming from below. He moved his cock in concert with my thrusting hips, adjusting speed and pressure based on my reactions.

"Yes," I said at last, because it was true and my pleasure soaked brain couldn't find the gumption to lie.

"I understand. You have power over me, you know that?"

He sounded as if he were explaining to himself as much as me.

"You're…kidding," I gasped between lusty pants of air. "You can do…whatever…"

"Whatever I want?" He squirted soap on his hands and then thoroughly lathered up my breasts, his massaging fingers sending bolts of lightning down my body.

"What if all I want to do is fuck you?" he hissed through clenched teeth. "Damn you, Tessi, how did you get under my skin so quickly and so well?"

His hands clutching at my breasts grew firmer, almost painful in their kneading. His face darted in and I felt his breath on my shoulder right before his piercing teeth.

I cried out, my eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling of the shower as pleasure shivered through my body. Not only did I fly over the finish line, I went about three feet past it in an eyeblink.

I dragged in a breath of air, then let out a shrieking scream as an overwhelming wave of ecstasy throbbed through me in heavy pulses. I clawed at him, nails raking along his back as he bit me even harder.

I came hard, writhing all over his cock before collapsing against him. If not for Alkard, I would have fallen because my rubbery knees buckled. I shuddered like I'd touched an electric fence, eyes shut and mouth open as I cried out in ecstasy.

As I slowly regained my senses, Alkard lathered me up, this time making a serious, if sensually charged, effort to get me clean, his hands stroking me, learning every inch of my body.

The slight pain in my shoulder didn't even register much as he dried me off. Without another word, he took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom.

Alkard's grip grew harder and he pulled me firmly until I stumbled over and landed on the bed. His eyes lit up as he crawled onto the bed, his leanly muscled body pinning me down, gray skin sliding over my own and raising electric pulses of delight.

"Tessi," he purred my name as if it were synonymous with desire itself. "Do you want me to make love to you?"

"Yes," I said without any hesitation whatsoever.

He reared up on his knees, splaying my thighs wide with his palms, then gripped his shaft to drag the crown of his cock across my dripping folds. I bit my lower lip and sighed with delight at the sensation. My whole body tingled and I opened up wide, too eager to feel any embarrassment.

As the thick head of his cock pressed harder into me, my sigh became a sharp cry and I closed my eyes, toes curling hard enough to cramp my calves as the ridges stimulated the walls of my pussy.

He slid in all the way, the sheer size of him almost too much, until a split second later, sweet bliss cascaded from my core, spreading all through my entire being. I threw my arms up over my head, surrendering to him fully for the first time.

Surrendering to anything for the first time, really.

I had never trusted anyone else to keep me safe.

Not like I trusted Alkard.

It was too soon.

Some rational corner of my mind knew that.

He was an alien. A gangster.

I'd seen proof of the violence of his world.

We barely knew each other, if you were focused on the basic things.

I didn't know his favorite color, or what sort of music he listened to, or what he did to relax.

He didn't know anything about me, either.

And yet, something inside me resonated with him, making everything else feel small, inconsequential.

Right here, right now, I was his.

Reality would have to wait.

Alkard thrust into me, and my moan became a scream.

"Please," I cried. "Don't stop, please."

He drove into with exquisite slowness as his face contorted with pleasure, fangs biting his lip as a low growl issued from his throat. I felt my pussy convulse hard, pinching him tight as he dragged back out.

"You're exquisite," he said in a taut voice as he strained against me at the end of another slow, gliding thrust. "Just…perfect."

He really means that, but will he still mean it after we're done?

I wrapped my legs around the small of his back as we moved our bodies together in perfect sync.

I stampeded toward the edge of climax, just as his body strained against me, rigid as a support strut. I squeezed my legs, pulling him in just a micron further and he came.

His cock throbbed as he emptied his seed and I shattered, unable to control myself. I clutched him, dragged under the tide of the overwhelming sensations spiraling through me.

Collapsing together, spent on the mattress, sweat mingling and cooling in the dim light of the room. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, exposing my face, then kissed my lips soft and sweet.

I almost didn't hear his next words.

"Did you think we were done?"