3. Talia

Alive, he was even more impressive than dead. Despite his massive, muscular frame, he moved with the lethal grace of a tiger, and I was acutely aware that I'd intruded on his territory. Eyes blazing with golden light fixed on me, weighing and measuring. My cheeks burned as he gave me a quick once over, then a slower, more careful up-and-down. It was like he looked into my soul as well as at my body.

He obviously liked what he saw. Between his legs, his cock stiffened and pulsed, crystal nodes glittering along its impressive length. The sight made me swallow nervously, and I realized I was biting my lip.

He stalked closer, each movement a step in a dance, alluring, exciting, intriguing. Transfixed, I watched, caught in his gaze like prey in a predator's trap.

No, fuck this. I refuse to be a passive observer here.

"H'hedrahn yos?" My pronunciation of Old Galactic was based purely on theory. The language was thousands of years dead. Despite that, it was the only language we might have in common, so I did my best. If I got it right, I'd asked ‘who are you' in a formal but friendly manner, but I couldn't rule out that I'd told him his spaceship was full of eels.

He stopped, cocked his head to the side, and smiled. His reply came too fast to follow, sounding nothing like the Old Galactic I'd studied.

My confusion must have been obvious, because he slowed down and tried again, slow and clear, pointing to himself. "Kal'va."

Was that his title? Description? Name? Hard to say. In Old Galactic, the va ending meant ‘of war' and Kal I didn't recognize. I played it safe. Putting a hand on my chest, I said, "Talia."

"Tal'ia." His voice was deep, echoing, powerful, a sound I felt more than I heard. Spoken like that, my name sent a shiver down my spine, and blood rushed to my cheeks.

I could listen to him for hours,I thought. He's said two words to me, and I'm melting.

A more appropriate emotion would be fear, even existential terror. Entire colonies had died because someone activated the wrong bit of Ancient tech, and here was Kal'va, alive, moving, and dangerous. It could be the end of everything I'd known.

Instead, my body tingled with a much more pleasant emotion as he advanced on me. What would his touch feel like? His skin, his crystals? I tried to tell myself it was curiosity alone burning in my heart, but that wasn't all.

My back hit the wall, leaving me nowhere to go, and he loomed over me. Intimidating? Yes. Hell yes. The only thing scarier than the immortal alien standing over me was how much I wanted, needed, him.

All the evidence that he shared my desires was there, plain as day, in the magnificent and terrifying shaft of blue flesh and luminous stone standing proud between his legs. I shuddered at the idea of that monster inside me, though I couldn't say whether I shook with desire or fear.

His firm, full lips parted in a smile—one that bared sharp carnivore teeth. Glowing eyes bored deep into my soul as he licked his lips. "Tal'ia," he said again, and I gasped. "Tal'ia prChek."

What did that mean? I had no idea, and my brain wasn't up to thinking about it. Any thought more complicated than ‘alien man hot' was beyond me.

He growled my name a fourth time, even deeper, and reached out slowly. His long fingers swept the hair from my face with only the lightest brush against my skin. Even that was enough to feel the razor-sharpness of his claws, but I had no fear of them. Of him. Kal'va didn't plan on killing me.

No, what he wanted was plain. My breath caught, and I struggled to think through the fog of need and desire pulsing through me. Am I really going to do this? I'm in enough trouble for waking him up, let alone fucking him.

While my mind wrestled with that dilemma, my body decided for me. I didn't even notice my hand was moving until my fingers closed around the steel hardness of his cock. It was big enough that my fingers barely reached all the way around, and crystals dug into my palm, sending strange energies tingling up my arm. How would that monster fit inside me?

I didn't know. I couldn't wait to find out.

It took a moment to realize the whimper came from my own throat. The guardian's smile broadened at the sound, and he ran his fingers, tipped with diamond claws, down my throat to hook the neckline of my t-shirt. For a moment, neither of us moved, and then with a single clean movement, he sliced down. The white cotton parted without resistance, and the remains of the tee fell open.

My gasp of fear and anticipation only seemed to push him further, and with two swift movements, he tore off the rest of my t-shirt. I opened my mouth, trying to speak, but all that came out was a gasp as he tore off my bra.

Just as well. I have no idea what I'd have said.

But I refused to let him have it all his way. Squeezing gently, I stroked his diamond-hard, erect cock. It wasn't like anything I'd experienced, but I knew I was doing something right by the way he tensed and moaned. Impatient now, he cut off my pants with urgent motions, and I shivered again. Warm waves of joy and anticipation spread from my core as he stripped me naked.

It might have been my imagination, but his cock seemed to grow in my hand. It had to be my imagination—otherwise, I didn't think I'd survive this experience.

But what a way to go. And what a contribution to science. Just imagine the papers I can write on this.

Oh sure. Papers with titles like "The Lethal Physical Consequences of Fucking an Ancient, by Talia MacKenzie (deceased)" would be popular, but I wouldn't be there to see my fame. I almost laughed at the absurdity.

Kal'va distracted me from my thoughts. He gripped me with a surprising delicacy, deft fingers sliding along my now-naked body, exploring and teasing. Every movement left a trail of tingling, eager, urgent need behind, spreading and joining until I was awash with delight. Kal'va's diamond claws skimmed my skin so gently, so carefully, that it never occurred to me to be afraid.

He leaned in, ever closer, baring his teeth, and as he swept his hands lower, across my stomach and over my hips, he brought his lips to my breasts. Kisses ignited my soul like a firestorm. His tongue danced over me, long and dexterous and powerful, as though he was writing words I didn't know. Teeth sharp enough to shred flesh nipped and bit with careful, joyful control. Never enough to hurt or damage, always enough to make me shudder with ecstasy.

My control slipped as he played my body like an instrument, and when his electric touch parted my legs, I welcomed his fingers eagerly. The growl he gave me, low and pleased, was ample reward, but I was eager for more.

And he refused to give me what I wanted. Not easily, not quickly. No, I would have to play by his rules. His long, graceful fingers slid along my pussy lips, pressing just hard enough to make me long for more. But when I tried to press myself to him, his hand retreated, keeping up the agonizing, frustrating teasing while his mouth drove me wild.

I had never been as turned on as I was in that moment. Not half as much. And I'm sure the bastard knew it, enjoyed every frustrated moan he wrung from my throat, every whimper, every wriggle, every gasp.

Two can play this game,I thought, taking my right hand from his magnificent cock, and stroking lightly over his chest. I slowed the rhythm of my left hand, too, my grip lighter and gentler, teasing him as he teased me. He growled again, pulling back to look into my eyes with the widest, wildest grin I could imagine.

Before I could react, he grabbed my hips and lifted me off the floor with ease. There was no time to react—one second I stood in front of him. The next, I was in the air, his hands holding tight, and his face pressed between my legs.

Oh.

OH MY GOD.

His tongue parted my lips, tasted my eager wetness, pushed into me. I threw my head back, crying out at the sheer force of the pleasure he wrung from me. His tongue pulsed inside me, and where it touched, I burned with ecstasy. My hands grabbed his head, fingers sliding into his full, dark hair and pulling him to me.

As though he could get any closer.

That wonderful tormenting tongue of his pulled back, flicking along my pussy and finding my clit. Hard studs dragged across it, one-two-three, each one a lightning bolt of pleasure. Still panting and overwhelmed, I couldn't hold back the roiling wave of joy that sent my consciousness flying into the white void of the most powerful orgasm imaginable.

Then another.

And another.

By the time my mind cleared, he'd lowered me to the stone bier that had been his coffin. Face slick with my juices, he grinned at me, arrogant pride beaming from his expression. Was it arrogance when he'd earned it?

His magnificent, terrifying cock pressed against me, and my body needed it. I should have been sated, but ‘should' didn't matter. I craved him, needed him, and still, he waited.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled, trying to urge him on. I might as well have urged a statue—Kal'va's only response was to smile wider.

"Fuck you, you arrogant prick," I snarled at him, safe in the knowledge he didn't understand a word. "Fuck you, and fuck me."

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps he understood more than I credited. No sooner was I done with that frustrated cry than he thrust.

My body bucked under him, thrashing as he drove his length into me hard and fast, almost brutally. After the careful precision of his mouth and fingers, this savagery was a surprise. A wonderful, terrifying, amazing surprise.

Driving his cock deep, he stretched me almost too much, almost pushing the pleasure over into pain. But we fitted together as though he'd been made for me, and I for him. The crystals studding his shaft pressed into my eager pussy and oh my God.

The orgasm hit me like a jackhammer, slamming into me, turning me into a thrashing, shouting, shuddering mess. If Kal'va hadn't held me down, I'd have thrown myself off the stone slab and not noticed.

His thrusts got harder, faster, and my body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. I panted, fingers clawing at his back, legs wrapped around his hips, urging him on, giving up control to him and loving it.

I don't know how many times I came under him before I felt a shift in him. His rhythm sped up, the crystals of his body glowed, and inside me, he swelled and vibrated. I gasped at that, my eyes going wide then rolling back, the fantastic sensation driving me into one last orgasm, even stronger than the rest.

My soul filled with white light, and I lost track of the boundary between him and me. It was as though we were one being, tumbling toward eternity, his orgasm amplifying mine, mine strengthening his, a circle of ecstasy from which I had no desire to escape.

Somewhere during that, my mind shut down, and I fell into the darkness.