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  Oh, right. Turning in a slow circle, I take in the twenty foot square room and shake my head admiringly. “This is great.” I smile up at him appreciatively. “Thank you so much.”

  His eyes narrow a bit as he looks me up and down. Maybe there’s more I should be doing in his culture?

  Clasping my hands palm to palm over my chest in front of me, I bend forward and lower my eyes. “Thank you for the room.”

  When I look up, he’s reaching out for my arm. He pinches the fabric of my light space suit. His massive hand looks human enough even if his nails look darker than ours. They have a pearlescent tint to the deep brown nails.

  “Take off.” His words are clear but what? Yeah, eventually I’ll want a clean set of clothes, but I’ve got a few other things to worry about right now. A little alone time to think this all through would be a clever plan.

  “I’m okay. Thanks.” I back up a little towards the bathroom door and peek in briefly. Looks safe enough.

  “Remove clothes.” He moves beside me as I access the kitchen prep space. Nothing looks familiar yet.

  “Maybe eventually. But these are fine for now.” His intent stare is starting to weird me out. Does he want to see me naked? That seems abrupt and I’m not going to start reading into things.

  “Remove this clothes now.” His voice is deeper and more demanding this time. That was pretty fucking clear but I’m not giving up yet.

  “Why?” Does he know that word yet? Today is getting weirder and weirder but I’m not getting naked in front of my new alien friend. I’m sure he’s just curious, and don’t get me wrong, I am too! But there has to be some kind of formality here. He can’t treat me like a pet. A novelty or toy or something. And with how turned on I am from just sitting on his lap, it will be a crushing blow to my ego.

  It’s pretty damn clear that he isn’t as into me. His outfit doesn’t hide the curvature of his cock. It’s big, but not hard.

  This is just some kind of alien formality that I don’t know or understand.

  Right?

  CHAPTER FIVE

  - Bren

  She wants to know why?

  I don’t even know why.

  Well, I do. I’ve seen her in my daily reflections and I’m curious. She has a marking on her arm. Certainly, if that is on this tiny, female human, it is fate. I’ve never had a visionary reflection like this.

  In our history’s past, they weren’t uncommon. They were normal, even necessary. But we aren’t that race any longer. Our nano technology changed us all long ago.

  I know it’s a bad idea, but the pull I feel towards her is undeniable. I can’t help but push. “I want to see you without them. Your skin?” Her mouth drops open a bit as her eyes get wide. That looks like fear. Ah, so that is what her fear smells like. That is not what I have been smelling on her though.

  “No! I’m not taking off my clothes right now.” Her face is turning an incredible color. Red. Her fear is turning into anger now.

  I need to change this. Assure her. “Why? Why won’t you take off your clothes right now?” Slowly, I move forward and sit on the edge of the sleeping platform. She’s within reach.

  “Because it isn’t proper.” She’s relaxing a bit as I lean back on the bed on my arms, feigning nonchalance.

  “It’s not proper to take off your clothes in your bedroom?” This English isn’t so bad, and my language download has done a great job at lining up our words. She understands everything I’ve said so far.

  “It’s not proper unless you are going to clean up in the bathroom or change to go to bed. I don’t have anything to change into.” Her hands flutter towards the bathroom before she starts wringing them in front of herself.

  Now she is making excuses.

  “Why don’t you get cleaned up and I’ll find you something to wear? Do you need me to show you how to use anything in the facility?” This relaxes her some more. I can almost taste the smell of her fresh scent returning to the normal alluring flavor she seems to give off naturally.

  She walks into the facility room and looks around. “Is there water in here?” She sounds surprised again.

  Standing, I move to lean across the door frame. “Yes, of course. Do you need me to turn it on?”

  “Yes please!” She’s excited and claps her hands a few times as I go through the motions and show her how to turn the spray on and off. She smiles at me and I can’t define what I feel from it. All I know is that I want to make her do it more.

  “I don’t have any oils for your skin after.” I don’t know why I’m saying this. I’ll get her some if she wants, but I don’t want her to turn into the pampered and entitled females I’ve dealt with all my life.

  “Don’t worry about that! It’s been a year since I’ve had a decent shower. Thank you so much.” I freeze as she hugs me before pushing me back towards the door. She can’t move me, but after my brain restarts, I begrudgingly move out of the room. I’ll give her a couple minutes, but she can’t keep me out.

  She shuts the door and I hear her taking off her clothes and moving into the water spray.

  Quickly, I pull a shirt from home out of my drawer and then walk into the bathroom. I can’t see her through the opaque water shield, but she immediately cries out. “What are you doing in here?”

  “I’ve brought your clothes and I’ll take your dirty ones away.” I switch them quickly before walking out to throw her old clothes in the trash. The smell of fear along with other unidentifiable odors makes it an easy decision. She needs to be in my clothes now. I don’t know why I feel that way, but it makes total sense. I don’t have to tell her that right now. Not yet.

  Unfastening my crew suit, I throw it in the cleaning unit before quickly returning to the facilities.

  The warm, humid air hits my skin and breathing it in, I smell her intoxicating scent. Incredible.

  My entire body is tingling. This is how I felt in my daily reflections—only times one hundred. It’s as if joy has become a living entity and entered my body. Exhilaration seems to sing in my veins.

  It’s her. Somehow, being with her is causing this reaction. I don’t understand it, but now that we are in the same room together, I never want to be apart.

  My cock is vibrating softly too. It’s thicker than I’ve ever seen it and as I gently grasp and stroke it, it twitches in my hand. It feels incredible but all I really want is for her to do that. He seems to know something is different more than I do.

  Shaken, I stare at myself in the reflecting glass above the sink. She calls this a mirror. The random thought distracts me, and I realize that my life is now entirely out of my hands.

  Petrified now, I start running through the clues. Visions in my reflections, tingling head to toe, the undeniable attraction I feel for her. These are all attributes in the myths for mating pull.

  Instead of entering the shower with her, I wrap a drying cloth—towel?—around my waist and sit down to wait for her to come out.

  Her soft murmurs and chatter in her language along with moans of joy only make me tingle more. I want to leave but physically, it seems impossible.

  Mentally unthinkable too. I sit in a daze and try to breathe slowly, reflecting on what I’m feeling. It’s hard to think. Hard to process with my body screaming.

  I drop my head to concentrate, clasping my hands tightly in my lap. Fine red lines trail from my fingertips up my arms in a symmetrical pattern. The markings on my arms and chest seem even more detailed than I noticed earlier this morning.

  Astounding!

  Abruptly, the water cuts off and she opens the door to the wash area.

  Hot, steamy air flows out, and she spots me at once. I stare at her. Drinking in her naked form has me stunned. She’s more incredible than any of my visions.

  The baggy suit she removed to wash herself hid her form, making her appear round and shapeless, but she has a beautiful hourglass figure with larger breasts than I’ve ever seen before on a female. I’d never considered whether this would be
attractive to me. Does it matter?

  Will I ever have a choice? Why torture yourself with considerations that will never be options?

  Mute, I hold up the drying wrap in front of me, so she has to come to me for it.

  She tries to grab it from my hands but I hold firm, and pull her to me as I wrap it around her.

  I can’t speak as a symphony of sensations crash into me on all sides.

  I don’t want to cover her. I want to touch her, but this may be the only way.

  CHAPTER SIX

  - Hannah

  The water feels delicious, pouring over my body. I feel my muscles relax as I run my hands lightly over myself. There’s no soap or shampoo in here, so I just scrub myself up as best I can. I’m just so happy and thankful to be taking a shower! Carefully, I make sure I don’t get water in my mouth—just in case. I’d be grossed out to find out how they process this, no matter what.

  I need to figure out how to talk Bren into taking me home. Back to Earth. I’m sure they can.

  He never looked surprised to see me. They appear to know about humans and it didn’t take him long to learn the language. I’ve got to get him to teach me that trick too. Languages were never my strong suit.

  They’re obviously a very advanced race.

  So…number one, I need to try to talk him into taking me home and just dropping me off. But then how will I explain how I got back? Where I’ve been? Fuck!

  I’ll just have to tell the truth, but I want to get back to my life, and my career. Is that even possible now? The more I think about it, the more my head hurts.

  One thing at a time. I’m here. With an advanced race of aliens, and I’m going to spend as much time as possible learning as much as I can. I’d be kidding myself if I didn’t admit that I’m fascinated with them. There’s so much I would love to study about their biology and the similarities and differences between us.

  But with the way Bren is acting, I’m not sure what to think. Stroking me, carrying me—like a pet.

  He could sell me. If they’re anything like humans, I’m in a world of trouble.

  No. It’s better to get back to Earth ASAP. I’ve just got to deal with whatever he throws my way. He’s a big guy. He could squish me like a bug.

  Now that I’m clean and a bit relaxed, I brace myself mentally.

  I can do this! Be their guest and represent humans. Show how smart, progressive, and kind we are.

  Stay alive. And get home.

  Simple, right?

  With my body clean and my mind firmly set, I shut off the spray. The shower door disappears as the spray dies.

  I gasp and grab my chest. Fuck me.

  Bren is sitting right there with just a towel wrapped around his waist. He scared the shit out of me! Is he planning to shower next?

  Trying to be modest, I cover myself with my hands but it’s a pretty futile effort. He’s seen everything and holds up a towel, opening it for me.

  “Thank you.” Reaching forward, I try to grab it from him, but his large body dwarfs the space as he pulls me towards him and wraps the towel around me, effectively tugging and trapping me against his chest.

  His very warm, defined chest. He smells good too. He doesn’t need a shower.

  Trying not to stare at his impressive body, I quickly categorize the toned muscles and ornate, light tattoos that travel from his neck and chest, down his arms. They swirl with green, blue, and even mauve. It doesn’t look like a normal tattoo since the colors aren’t stationary but I don’t want to stare too closely.

  We are eye level since he’s sitting, arms pressing us tightly together. His nostrils flare and eyelids droop sensually as he starts to rub the towel, soaking up the water on my body. Starting at my shoulders, his hands run up my arms before moving onto my back.

  His touch sends tingles through me as he slowly runs his hands and eyes over me.

  Okay. I can handle this. I just told myself I was going to do whatever it takes to survive.

  Whatever it takes!

  If he figures he needs a little alien anatomy lesson, so be it. I’ll use this to my advantage, right?

  Pulling the towel slowly away from my body, he moves it up to dry my hair. It’s a matted mess down my back, but that’s what happens when you don’t have conditioner and you haven’t cut it in a year. I just haven’t bothered to keep up with it during my time in space.

  Drying my face and neck, he lets the towel drop next to us. His hands trace from my neck to my chest. He seems fascinated as he slowly circles my nipples with his thumbs before cupping them gently. Tingles shoot out from his fingers and dance across my skin, right to my clit. I should be mortified! I should be snatching the towel back up and wrapping it around myself, slapping his hands away and yelling no. But it feels so good. Like I’m walking through a desert and he’s the water. Every touch is electric and the more he touches me, the more I feel like I need it.

  “You are so smooth and soft.” His voice is deeper now as he watches my nipples pucker in the cool air.

  Despite myself, I can’t help the thrill of arousal that shoots through my body. It’s been a long time since anyone has touched me. Is that why I’m so attracted to him?

  Reaching out slowly, I put my hand on his neck and run it down his arm, tracing a fine line. There are markings that cover his chest, arms and even part of his neck. Are these tattoos or part of his genetic makeup?

  His skin is like velvet with fine, soft hair that seems to come up to reach my fingers as I graze it. “You feel like velvet.” My voice is breathless and barely above a whisper before I clear my throat.

  Concentrate, damn it! “Did you find any clothes I could wear?”

  He blinks and then grabs me into his arms, pressing my naked body to his sculpted, firm chest before walking out to the bedroom. “You don’t need them here.”

  Lowering us both down to the bed, he lays me down under him. He’s holding himself above me on his knees and elbows.

  I have a terrible urge to stroke him all over. Or rub against him like a cat in heat. He feels so good against me with those soft hairs against my naked body. But I’m also petrified.

  Even though I’m attracted to him, he’s an alien and I’m at his mercy. And he’s just so big! All I can see is the broad expanse of his chest and arms, caging me in.

  His face lowers to mine slowly and I think for a second, he’s going to kiss me—and I want him to…but instead, he leans in to run his nose and face up the side of my neck to my ear.

  I hear him inhale as goosebumps break out everywhere on my body. It’s like an electrical volt went straight up and down my spine, tightening my nipples and I feel my pussy clench. Liquid gushes from me and I can’t help gasping in dismay and embarrassment.

  What is going on with me? I’ve never reacted this way to a guy. Sure, I’ve been horny, but this is ridiculous.

  Squeezing my legs together, I feel moisture slick between my legs. Panicking, I can’t help asking, “Do I smell clean? There wasn’t any soap or anything.”

  He audibly inhales above me and I watch in fascination as his eyes close as if savoring the smell. “You smell so wonderful. Don’t move.”

  The words are barely out of his mouth before he starts slowly moving his face down my body. His sniffing isn’t loud, but I’m frozen in shock and fear as he keeps getting lower before stopping over my crotch. “Spread your thighs.” His breath is warm on my pussy as he breathes deeply, waiting for me to comply.

  Sitting up on my elbows a bit, I hesitate. “What are you doing?”

  His eyes meet mine as his head lifts. “I want to taste you. You smell so good and this is where it is coming from.” Licking his lips, his eyes drop to my pussy again and he moves his arms quickly tucking them around my thighs and pulling them apart.

  I gasp and drop onto my back at his move. Fuck me, he’s fast!

  “Wait!” I lift up onto my arms again to look at him hovering over my spread body. “I’m sensitive there. Please be careful.” I l
ay back and close my eyes, resigning myself. It’s not that I don’t want this. I’m super horny and every touch from him just seems to ramp that up more. But I’ve never been comfortable with guys going down on me. I guess in my own head, I can’t understand what would attract them to do that.

  “I’ll be gentle. Just relax.” His tongue immediately starts sliding along my slit, working it’s way inside.

  It feels incredible and I jump and grab his head without thinking. My hands sink into his hair as he uses his hands wrapped around my legs to expose me more to his mouth. My back arches as I throw my head back and moan.

  Yes! Did I say that aloud?

  Does it matter? I’m grinding my pussy on his lips, as I start to breathe harder. Jolts of fiery pleasure shoot through me and I can’t help but surrender to the bliss.

  He doesn’t stop either. He picks up speed as his tongue slides up and down my now gushing cleft. I absently note that there is something about it that feels different from anything I’ve experienced before. But this whole experience is so much more.

  More wetness. More pleasure. More need. I need this now. With my head thrown back, I see bright lights in my vision as I feel an impending orgasm rushing towards me.

  Hot and thick, he penetrates me with his tongue as he moans, adding a nice vibration into the mix.

  I arch my back, squirming at how good it feels as he continues to plunge his tongue inside me.

  His arms tighten more as I start to pant.

  His tongue is roaming back and forth, hitting my clit repeatedly, shooting pleasure through me at a speed my mind can’t keep up with.

  My body is tightening at the instant pleasure his tongue creates. Moaning, I pull him tighter against my clit as he starts to apply just the perfect movement against me.

  I feel his hair start to unravel in my hands as it gets knotted around me, holding my hands to his head. That’s…interesting. It moves on its own, running up my wrists to my shoulders. But there’s no time to question it. I can’t concentrate on anything but his mouth!