9. Roxanne

Chapter 9

Roxanne

Dreamer

I t's dark. I'm floating in space. I can feel the freezing cold of the void as I wrap my arms around myself, shivering, trying to ward off the chill. Mist escapes from my mouth with every frantic breath. The emptiness is overwhelming. Why can't I move? I need to go back home away from this, but I can't.

In the distance, a faint light catches my eye, and I squint to make out what it is. As it grows closer, I realize with horror that it's the swarm of alien machines. Their twitching and blinking red lights create an eerie pattern in the dark. No, I need to escape; I need to move! Please, I just want to leave. Panic sets in as they surround me in a writhing mass. Thousands upon thousands, they form into the giant face, glaring menacingly at me. The horrible clanking machine voice laughs, the noise booming in my ears. It almost overwhelms my senses. Helpless and vulnerable, I can only watch as the giant machine's mouth opens wide, swallowing me whole, and darkness engulfs me.

I jerk up straight in the bed, panting heavily. My skin glistens, a delicate sheen catching the dim light. Reality takes hold again. It was a dream, a horrible nightmare. I can still hear the low humming of the ship. Judging by how sleepy I feel, I calculate I haven't been asleep for too long. My attention is drawn to the light snoring stirring on the other side of the bed. Looking over, I make out the huge shape of Krogoth, who's lying on his back breathing heavily, fast asleep. I instinctively cover my boobs with the fur blankets. I didn't have any clothes under my robes, so I went to sleep naked.

It's strange to see Krogoth, a giant force of nature, so quiet and peaceful. He's so handsome with his long straight black hair, square jawline, full lips. Even his strange ears and red skin are mysteriously alluring in their weirdness. He is lying outside of the furs, wearing nothing more than his loincloth. I can't waste this opportunity to look! I peer down his giant body, my pulse quickening in anticipation, and finally I see it! His enormous cock, now threatening to escape the pitiful confines of the loincloth.

It's different now. He promised to take me back home to Earth; I mean, I'm in the middle of space! No one will ever really know…or understand what I've been through. So what's the danger of a little harmless fun? As soon as the thought enters my mind, guilt washes over me. I can't bear the thought of hurting him, of leading him on, knowing I mean so much to his mission, when I know I have to leave… eventually. But I can't deny my pull towards him is strong. I crave his protection, his strength, and his touch. Maybe, just for one night, I could escape the nightmares and the fear that constantly plague me. I need this.

I slide closer to Krogoth and trace my finger along the center of his huge chest muscles, stroking him, leading my finger closer to his nipple with each stroke. At the same time, I snuggle in against him and begin lightly kissing his neck. Little slow kisses as my finger finds his nipple. I trace a circle outside it. He moans groggily as consciousness returns to him. Staring with intensity, his beautiful purple eyes dilate. Next, he snuggles his head closer, rubbing his nose against mine before his lips find mine. Our lips caress one another, opening a bit more with each embrace. I can feel the heat of our breaths. His massive hand gently strokes my tummy, his momentum leading me onto my back. My heart is pounding in my chest as I lie naked, exposed before Krogoth. I want him, all of him, inside me.

Our tongues become entwined, darting back and forth insatiably. He positions himself between my legs. I can feel his enormous cock, still sheathed in his loincloth, rubbing against my glistening pussy. I moan softly each time he rocks his hips as I match his rhythm with my own, pushing back into his throbbing member. Each stroke sends a jolt of pleasure through my body. I can feel my wetness building quickly. We are both panting now, our raw lust on full display. He kisses along my neck, leading down to my breasts, still thrusting his hips along me. Inhaling sharply, I feel his warm tongue brushing over my nipple, lightly sucking and licking, the intensity building with his eagerness. I throw my head back and release a little whimper. I need more.

He glides off to my side again. Placing his hand on the inside of my left thigh, he strokes along its length, moving a little closer to my inner lips each time. The pleasure is building inside of me as he touches on the outside. The sensation of his breath on my neck in between kisses and nibbles is almost too much as he continues teasing amongst my thighs. "Please, Krogoth, I need more," I whimper. He brushes his palm along my soaking pussy. The pleasure ripples through my body as I let out a low groan.

Krogoth gasps in shock. "My tiny Pebbles is such a naughty female."

"This is… Ah… All your fault." I squeeze out, laughing between panting. My wet pussy spurs him on as he rubs vigorously along my slick opening. The pleasure is building. I feel my body becoming more and more tense.

"Let's see how naughty," he says as his index finger rubs on the outside of my opening slit, probing, searching for the inside. I gasp as his finger suddenly penetrates my eager pussy. His finger feels huge filling me up, my vagina walls gripping his finger tightly.

"Gods, Pebbles, your cunt is so tight!" He sounds shocked. It's becoming hard to think straight as he uses his finger to stroke my g-spot gently at first, gradually applying more speed. I'm teetering on the edge, causing my lower back to arch.

"We need to prepare your cunt for my cock." Slowly, he withdraws his index finger, leaving my womanhood with a slick, wet sound. I feel a longing, having been so close to release. Swiftly, I feel Krogoth placing two of his huge fingers into my open pussy as he gently applies pressure.

I gasp as my walls strain to allow his thick fingers access. "Easy… Krogoth… Gentle," I say between moans and pants, but I needn't worry. Krogoth is taking especially good care of me. He makes me feel so incredibly full, taking deep breaths to relax, determined my body will adjust to fit my man. I yearn to be ready for him, to one day feel his massive cock deep inside me. It feels SO good once Krogoth reaches full depth with his fingers as he retracts and extends them with very shallow movements, increasing the distance and speed as my pussy grows more accustomed to the new fullness.

"Your tight cunt is so eager, Pebbles," he whispers into my ear as he turns his two fingers back to stroking my g-spot. My skin tingles as bursts of pleasure pulsate like waves throughout my body as my full pussy approaches the edge of no return. My panting and moaning fills the room.

"Come for me," Krogoth says as he gathers more speed. The fresh sensation is too much. The tension explodes and shoots through my core before traveling all over my body. I squeeze hard, gripping Krogoth's arm as the tingling pleasure spreads throughout me.

I lie still, catching my breath. Warm fuzzy prickles buzz and flutter throughout my body and I feel so relaxed. At peace in the universe, I float like I'm in a cloud.

Krogoth untangles himself from our embrace and gently kisses me on the forehead before saying, "Not bad for a naughty female." I snuggle in against his chest as sleep washes over me for the second time.

I sit up in the bed, brushing the sleep from my eyes, stifling a yawn, still groggy from the best night's rest I've had since I got on this spaceship. The empty bed tells me Krogoth has already sneaked off and went about his business. I hope he kissed me goodbye at least .

Last night now feels like some crazy fever dream. I can still sense the dull tingling between my legs from Krogoth's eager devotions, reminding me it had really happened. My stomach flutters, thinking back to his attentions. How many other women could say they've slept with an alien on a spaceship? Technically, I hadn't slept with him either, but that's beside the point . He said he needed to get me ready for his cock. But last night was a moment of weakness for me, a one off. I don't regret it; it was fun, really damn fun! But I don't want to lead him on. That wouldn't be fair to him.

No, this is like a quick weekend trip away, meeting a handsome stranger fling type deal. I wonder if anyone on Earth has noticed me missing yet? I pick at my nails as I think about having to explain myself when I get back. Maybe I could say I took an exotic trip for a few days. It isn't too far from the truth, minus the abduction part, of course. The thought of going back to work makes me shudder with repulsion. I picture Gerard berating me over my ‘unauthorized' absence, and the familiar dread settles in.

What will I tell Alice and Charlotte? The truth is too crazy for even them to believe me. My heart sinks thinking about going back to online dating again… I already know Krogoth has killed that activity dead. How could any human man ever compare to him? Do I even want one to compare, anyway? Krogoth is already here, and he wants me, right? He stalked me, looking like a walking demigod of chiseled man meat. So muscular, handsome, sweet, caring, kind, strong… Uh oh… I need to get out of here soon. Real soon.

I hop off the bed, my stomach lurching as I nearly trip and fall at the unexpected height again. Dummy, how long is it going to take to get used to this bed? I shuffle over to the dresser and pull it open. It takes a few tugs, but finally I manage it, but to my dismay, it reveals a collection of boring brown robes. He can't seriously think I'm going to wear these robes every day I'm here. I look absurd in them!

As I pull out the robes, a plan takes shape. I should start making some adjustments while I'm here. You know, by sharing my culture with the Klendathians. I chuckle to myself as I find a large knife in the desk drawer. I can humanize my clothes a little. Making a start on my master plan, I take one robe and start cutting away at the bottom, making it shorter, then at the sleeves, feeling satisfied as each cut of the material falls to the ground. I'll make something special out of that . Next, I cut out a v shape neckline. A plunging neckline might be fun. I hope Krogoth will like it.

I eagerly try on my Frankenstein creation, quickly throwing it over myself. A snort escapes me as I observe my ludicrous reflection in the mirror. It looks ridiculous . A brown one piece down to just above my knees, short sleeves and plenty of cleavage showing. I wouldn't dare be seen wearing this back home, but here it is different.

I look at the rest of the material on the floor, scratching my head. I take the large bottom portion I had removed and trim it. The discarded sleeves I fold, then tie together. I hope I've just made some sexy lingerie. I deliberately don't glimpse myself in the mirror wearing this. Any uncontrollable laughing is going to hold me back! I put my old boring robes and the new masterpiece lingerie back in the drawer. Why is the drawer so far away from the bed? I pull at the drawer, my teeth and jaw clenched, straining every muscle I have. Finally, it budges with an audible squeak. I scrape it across the floor.

Once in place, I admire my handiwork, hands on hips, breathing heavily, nodding in approval. Much better . It feels good taking a bit of control back.