Ribbed For Her Pleasure: Scifi Alien Dragon Romance (Celestial Mates) Read online

  "It's rain."

  "I hate it."

  "Not much water where you're from?"

  "No."

  "Look at where it's touching down," I point.

  Biast watches as the rain drips onto the stone and sizzles, creating pockmarks everywhere it touches.

  He hisses. "How?"

  "There's a thing on my home, rare, they call it acid rain. The rain is loaded with chemicals that literally eats into whatever it touches."

  "Even more reason to hate it," he mutters.

  "Let's get down there, we need to find shelter."

  He nods and we make our way carefully down the steps. Biast puts me on the inside protectively shielding me from the sheer drop and the rain. It's the little things, like this, that make him so incredibly special.

  By the time we reach the bottom of the steps I'm shivering too. The sun is setting and the temperature is dropping. Biast is moving slower and talks less. There's a walkway at the bottom leading into the city that is covered by a stone roof which protects us from the rain. As we enter the city we're walking a path between buildings. They're beautiful despite the decay. It's obvious this place has been abandoned for years. The acid rain is taking a toll too. Some plants are surviving and adapting but there are no other signs of life.

  "Here," I say, pointing up a set of steps.

  Biast looks up slowly, painfully, then nods and follows me up the steps. The double doors hang broken and ajar on their hinges. I push on one but it doesn't budge. Biast touches my shoulder and I step out of his way. He leans into it and the door scrapes open with a loud noise like nails on a chalkboard. It makes my spine crawl.

  Debris is piled behind the doors and dust rises from the opening. We make our way through and I cough, inhaling some of the dirt. Biast stays a little in front looking around, alert for any danger. The interior is beautiful. It really feels like I'm walking through an abandoned Elvish city. Ornate arches are overhead, the walls are carved with reliefs of beautiful forest scenes, the hall stretches long, large enough to hold hundreds. The sound of our footsteps echo in the emptiness. Almost it feels like there could still be life here, like it hasn't given over fully to the decay.

  "This is beautiful," I say, walking over to one of the walls and running my fingers over the mural.

  "Yessss," Biast says, dragging out the s.

  He's hunched over with his arms wrapped around himself, shivering violently.

  "Are you okay?"

  "I feel… chilled."

  He's probably cold-blooded. He needs warmth, the wet and cold will depress his system. Nodding I run off looking for somewhere we can build a fire. About half-way down the hall I find a fireplace with a stash of logs next to it. Biast comes up behind me moving slowly.

  I do most of the work to build a fire and then he does the whole breathing fire thing to start it, which I have to say is impressive. We sit down close as it catches and builds until warmth and light are plentiful. Biast stays close and I lean against him.

  "This is nice," I say. "It's almost like one of the games I play."

  "You play games?"

  "Yeah, it's how I make my living. I record myself playing games and talk about it then upload it to the internet."

  "What is the internet?"

  "Uhh…it's like a way for everyone in the world to access information or entertainment."

  "Ah, and you make money doing this?"

  "Yeah," I say.

  "That sounds wonderful. People pay you to play. I wish my home was like that."

  "What is your home like?"

  "Hot, which would be nice right now," he chuckles. "We don't play games, not many, even our children don't play often. It's very serious. Work is very important. We have quotas we have to meet. If we don't meet our quotas then our rations are cut."

  "Quota's for what?" I ask.

  "Epis of course," he says like that explains anything at all.

  "What is epis?"

  "It's the plant that grows only on Tajss and only deep in the heart of a monster's home. It gives those who take it longer life and better health. The Zzlo race comes every month in star ships to take what my people, the Zmaj, harvest. Their technology is more advanced than ours and there would be retribution if we did not do as we are told."

  "That sounds terrible!"

  Biast doesn't respond. The subject understandably lowering his mood, so I change the subject.

  "Well this place looks like it could be in a fantasy story I grew up reading. I love those epic fantasies. Tales of good overcoming evil with swords and sorcery. Probably what led me to playing all the games I play too."

  "I wish we had more games," he says. "I like to make people laugh. It makes me happy when I see my friends back home happy. Everyone is always very serious and somber."

  "People fall into ruts. It's like this," I say waving a hand around. "Looking at it now and realizing how much like a game or a fantasy story it is, I've been taking it for granted. I've been so worried about the next moment and surviving that I haven't taken the time to realize this is kind of fun. I like being here, with you. I like exploring. We don't know what's going to be around the next corner. What we'll find or what it will mean for us. It's exciting."

  Biast smiles.

  "You're amazing and beautiful," he says, making my heart swell once again.

  "Thank you."

  "You are," he insists. "You have a wonderful view of the world. I admire that you can make a living playing games. And you read books for fun? We don't have books to read for fun. Books are knowledge and instructions on how to do tasks. What kind of story would you write in a book to read for fun?"

  "Ours," I say, snuggling closer to him and looking into his eyes. "An intergalactic romance, star-crossed lovers, literally."

  He leans in for a kiss. Our lips meet, moving together. He trails a hand along my leg and I rest a hand on his beautiful face.

  "I would read this story," he smiles as our foreheads rest against each other.

  The scales of his face reflect the warmth of the fire. Tilting my head back we kiss. Passion rises and I feel I know him. The connection between us pulses, growing stronger. Our kiss, physical, is a shadow of the bond growing between us. Trailing my fingers along his face creates a tingle that runs straight to my core.

  Shifting closer to him each point of contact is a point of safety, assurance. His strength flows into me and I take all that he offers. His hands trail along my body and I give myself over.

  11 BIAST

  I've never felt this before. She is mine. I must have her, must protect her. I recognize it. I know what it is because it's part of who I am. Something so core, so fundamental to being a Zmaj, that we all know it. We don't talk about it. I had no idea it would be this powerful when I first felt it.

  She is mine.

  I will protect her. Nothing can stand between us while there is breath in my lungs.

  My need for her pulses with every beat of my hearts. She is my most beautiful treasure, to be held and protected, cared for and loved forever. Our lips touch creating sparks between our souls.

  Her hands run across my chest igniting a fire. Warmth follows her trailing fingers like lines of flame drawn across my scales. She's soft to my touch. Her flesh responds, so erotic, it pushes the limits of my control. As our clothes are shed she becomes more beautiful still. A radiant, stunning, absolute treasure that I would kneel before and worship as if she was a star-child descended from the heavens to receive my admiration.

  Her breasts, so full, unprotected by plates proclaim her womanhood and pull me to them as if they have a gravity of their own. The nipples stiffen, becoming erect in response to the touch of my tongue. My prime penis stiffens with desire. My hands work her flesh while my mouth works her breasts. She's soft, so amazingly soft. No hard lines, beautiful curves, flesh that gives and bounces back. No Zmaj woman is like this, none can compare to her.

  I've crossed an entire universe and landed in this foreign planet
but here I've found what I need. The piece of my soul that was missing. The empty loneliness I've felt for years as my friends married is gone. No longer am I alone. No longer am I one. in her is the other half of me. Together we are complete.

  Kissing my way down from her breast, my tongue traces lines along her stomach. The flesh responds with small bumps to my touch and she shivers. Her hands grip my shoulders as her head tilts back and she moans. My need borders on desperation. The jumping pulse of my cock pushes me to complete our joining but this is more. I want to bring her pleasure, I want her to cry out my name and experience joy beyond words.

  My hand explores her sex as I kiss. Her body leaks moisture from so many places. It's wasteful, exotic, and so erotic. As I touch the mound between her legs the wetness invites me in. Sliding a finger between her soft folds she moans and bites her lip. Her eyelids half close while she looks down at me. Pushing the finger in and out her hips rotate a tight circle responding to my exploration.

  My dick spasms, it's hard and ready to go but I force myself to wait. This is about her. My treasure, perfect mate, the other half of my soul. One finger into her easily, her soft folds a joy to feel as I push in and out. I want more. I want her wild with desire, force her into depths of it that she's never known. Pulling back when I enter her again I use two fingers opening her wide. She gasps, her grip tightens on my shoulders, and she bucks up to meet my push.

  Kissing her everywhere I can reach I finger her, preparing her for more. Her moisture increases. She's panting, her eyes roll up into her head and I know she's almost there. A third finger added and I increase the speed of my thrusting.

  It's perfect. She glows with pleasure lighting up the dim room more than the fire. In perfect radiance she screams my name, claws at my back, her body locking into an arch as spasms rip through her. The muscles of her sex clamp hard on my fingers holding them in place. I've never wanted anything more than I want her right now. Nothing in the world is more beautiful than watching her in the throes of her pleasure. She's a being of light, a gift from the universe come to bring fire to my world.

  Her hands hook behind my neck and I move up along her and meet her lips. We kiss softly as the last shudders of her pleasure pass. My cock is at her opening but I wait until she's ready, kissing her until she runs her hands down my arms and lifts her hips up, pushing at the head of my dick.

  Rational thought disappears as I slide into her. Her body adjusts easily to my girth, accepting me until I'm fully inside her. As each ridge passes into her wet passage the sensations increase. Waves of pleasure until my core is so tight I can think of nothing else than her. Control is hard to maintain, I want to give myself to wild abandon but not yet. Fully into her I hold, enjoying the sensation of her clamping my cock.

  She bites her lip, stares into my eyes, and nods. I pull back and move in once more. Joining with her as I stare into her beautiful eyes and lose myself into the depths of who she is. She gasps then a smile plays at the corner of her lips.

  "Faster," she whispers and I can't hold back any longer.

  Giving myself over to the most primal of needs I claim my treasure. Pistoning in and out, building the pleasure. Sensations, overwhelming, grip me tight and I'm lost in her. She rises to each thrust and retreats along with me. I'm on the edge and falling over, into her as we become the one we are meant to be. No longer alone.

  Awareness, dimly, of her screaming my name. We're together on a pinnacle in a raging storm of pleasure. It rocks us from all sides forcing us closer. Clinging one to another until the rock on which we stand itself is destroyed and we're falling into the swirling, starry field.

  My breathing is ragged gasps as I open my eyes. Her smile greets me as I kiss her. She is mine. Pulling out, my prime penis retreats and my second descends, ready. As it pushes itself forward parting her sweet lips her eyes widen in surprise.

  "Again, already?"

  "You're too beautiful," I smile and push myself into her once more.

  She gasps as I bury myself inside. Our joining is complete and it makes the pleasure magnify until it is more than just physical. A tingling in the core of my being. A music, a beat, that I finally recognize as the rhythm of our hearts. Each beat of mine is echoed by hers. We are one in all ways. As we join again she twists beneath me forcing against me and I give to her letting her have control.

  On my back she holds me deep inside her then rises up and lowers herself back again. As she moves up and down she pulls her hair back with both her arms. Her breasts hang heavy before her pulled up as her arms stretch back. Her eyes close, her lips purse tight, she groans as she slides onto my shaft.

  She's beautiful. She rides me, twisting, and my cock grows harder. I can't hold back for long. She's too beautiful, she's mine. As she thrusts I watch shudders run through her. Suddenly her eyes fly open. When she meets my gaze the fire burning in her consumes me.

  "Mine," I growl, thrusting in.

  "Biast!' she screams as I claims her, taking her as my one true treasure.

  12 JENNA

  Cuddling with him next to the fire is nice. He's big and enfolds me. The fire is warm and his steady breath is relaxing. Lying with my head on his arm I stare into the fire and see little scenes dancing in the coals. It's nice to lie here thinking of nothing. Outside the rain is still coming down. It sizzles as it hits, a white noise that blends with the crackling of the fire.

  I'm sure I doze off because I wake to Biast moving.

  I sit up and reach for my clothes. "Hey."

  "Sorry, I did not mean to wake you."

  "It's fine," I reply, stretching. "I didn't mean to fall asleep."

  He smiles and dresses then we sit in front of the fire while he cooks some more of the meat he brought. My stomach grumbles as the scent strengthens. Biast glances over his shoulder and grins.

  "It's good, isn't it?" he asks.

  "I liked it."

  We eat in an easy silence but I'm bored. I keep thinking of Cloud and wondering if he's okay.

  "I've an idea," I say, breaking the silence.

  "Oh?"

  "Let's play a game."

  "Okay, what game?"

  "It's called 'Would You Rather'," I say. "It's a simple game. We each give the other two choices to make. Once they've made a decision we have to guess which one they chose. If you get it right, you get a point."

  He frowns and tilts his head to one side. "I don't know if I understand."

  "If we just jump in it's easier, here I'll go first," I say thinking of a question. "Would you rather have fur or never be able to speak again?"

  Biast frowns, shakes his head deep in thought then starts to speak."

  "No!" I cut him off. "Don't tell me, I have to guess."

  "Okay."

  "I think you chose fur," I say.

  I know I won before he says anything.

  "Yes," he nods, smiling.

  "Okay I get one point. You see how that works? Now it's your turn."

  "Hmm, would you rather be a mine guard or a keeper of an incubator?"

  "Keeper of an incubator?" I ask in confusion.

  He nods enthusiastically so I make a choice at random. "Okay," I say.

  "I think you chose keeper of an incubator."

  "I did, you get a point, but can I ask what that is?"

  "Oh, you don't know? How do you raise your babies?"

  "Well we just, you know, raise them. Their parents do," I say.

  "Oh."

  "You don't?"

  "Well, we have to work all day, so they go to the keepers and spend the day there. Children are home at night but their education and most of their time is with the incubator."

  "Oh! We have that, too. We call it daycare or babysitting or school. Okay, my turn," I say. "Would you rather be stranded on a desert island or never be able to say no?"

  "What is an island?" he asks.

  "A piece of land surrounded on all sides by water."

  "Oh, then that is easy," he says.

 
"I think you chose to never be able to say no."

  "You know me so well my treasure!" he exclaims. "How did you guess?"

  My stomach tightens when he calls me that and I'm light-headed. It's endearing and the way he looks at me makes me warm all over.

  "It's pretty plain you hate water," I laugh.

  "It's strange," he says. "There is very little water on my home. So much of it in one place, like where we started here, is frightening. How do you know what is below the surface? Things could be coming. Like the creature we saw, it reminds me too much of a zemlja, an earth dragon."

  "A what?" I ask.

  "Zemlja, they are," he frowns, thinking. "Creatures who dig under the earth, they grow to monstrous sizes. Hundreds of feet in length, tunneling always without stop. They hunt by vibration and sound. So they can come up below you and if you are unaware they can take you by surprise."

  "Sounds scary," I say.

  "Only if you're not alert," he says shrugging. "And they never attack the cities. We have machines that repel them."

  "Well that's good!" I say, smiling. "What is your home like?"

  "Beautiful," he says with a distant smile. "Though my people are too serious they are hard working. Dedicated, loyal, everyone has a purpose in our society. We work together to accomplish it. I may wish we had more fun but that's okay. When the suns set it's stunning. They cast their rays across the red sand and it sparkles like polished stones."

  "It sounds pretty," I say.

  "What's your home like?"

  I shrug unable to match his description.

  "Please, tell me," he encourages.

  "I don't know," I say at last. "It's beautiful I guess but people, they're not always good to one another. It doesn't sound like your home. They fight, a lot."

  "Why would they fight? Do they have no purpose?"

  "Maybe that's what it is," I observe. "I don't know."

  "My turn," he says. He shifts closer to me and leans in. "Would you rather go home or stay with me?"

  It hits me like a punch in the gut. My blood turns cold and my throat closes. I can't answer him. I don't know what to say. I don't want to hurt him but how do I answer that? What about Cloud? My YouTube followers? What would I do? How could I live in a strange society? I can't talk to regular humans how much worse would it be living among aliens?