Trapped with the Alien Transporter (Ragrim Explorations #1)

Chapter 12

Hsinth might be inexperienced, but he learned fast. Before Ophelia could even start to feel unsure about the way her lips pressed against his unmoving ones, he was softening his mouth to meet her own. His hands, firm against her back, pulled her more firmly into his arms as she teased her tongue along the seam of his mouth.

When he let her inside, she was both relieved and aroused to find that the black tongue she’d spent more than a little time watching wasn’t sticky at all, but smooth and mobile. Hypermobile, in fact. It wrapped around her own and plunged into her own mouth with a little to spare. The thought of what it could do between her legs nearly had her whimpering.

Her fingers traced up his shoulders, feeling for the ridges she’d woken up playing with only a few mornings ago. If she was finally going to explore him, she was going to do it the right way; outside in.

She started by caterpillaring her fingertips up over the ridges she couldn’t see yet, feeling how they rose from his shoulder blades in a low hill before splitting into one that went up the back of his neck and one that went up over the top of his shoulder to meet the thicker scales that were on his chest.

Hsinth made an impatient sound, letting the tip of his tongue lead him out of her mouth and down her neck. He seemed eager to explore her too, though when he tugged her shirt up over her head, his eyes narrowed.

“There’s another shirt under here.”

Oh. Fuck.

“Oops,” Ophelia said, flushing. “Hang on.”

She reached down and pulled off the second shirt, then the third, and the fourth. When she was finally clad in just a bra and the pants, she grinned at him abashedly. “Layer up, you know?”

Hsinth’s fingers rose to undo the top buttons of the thick shirt that he wore beneath a heavy overvest. “Not as such.”

“That’s why you’re always cold,” she said playfully. “Let me help you with that.”

The buttons slipped out of the holes easily, and as soon as she’d pushed the vest off of his shoulders, he was pulling the shirt up and over his head.

“Hey,” she frowned. “That’s cheating.”

“Cheating because I didn’t let you help take my shirt off?” he asked in amusement.

She reached out to flick his nipple, and then paused. “You guys don’t have nipples.”

“Did you think we would?”

“Uh,” was all Ophelia could say, struggling for an answer. “I guess not? Your women don’t have breasts, do they?”

“They do not,” Hsinth said. His gaze was fixed on her chest. “So I feel like I’m about to play alien explorer for the first time.”

“Can’t say we had that game,” she said, thinking back on all the old alien vivisection displays that her grandmother had described seeing on her trips through old UFO towns of the American southwest. That had been when humans thought aliens were little green men from Mars and not big gold men from Geshal and Tremall and Loth, big blue men from Lukrim, and the other aliens that she couldn’t quite name right now when Hsinth’s eyes were hard and hungry like that.

He reached out, trailing his fingers along the edges of what Ophelia had decided was a Very Sensible Bra when she’d bought it. For the first time, she wished she’d shopped in more interesting stores, especially ones that had lace and transparent panels.

Then again, if Geshallans didn’t have boobs, and Hsinth was a virgin, he probably didn’t know much about bras. But there were aliens that had breasts. Tremallins did, and if alien men were anything like humans, there had to be porn. Ophelia knew there was a rabbit hole there to go down, but now wasn’t the time.

Did aliens have porn?

“We do,” Hsinth said.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” she asked.

He nodded. “You seem to be distracted.”

“Not the word I would use,” Ophelia stalled.

Flighty minded. Not present. Constantly preoccupied. Hyperfocus was great when she got into it, but sex wasn’t usually one of those targets. Doing something new was bound to lead to a scatterbrained Ophelia, where her attention was constantly chasing new thoughts down different paths instead of focusing on what she should be.

Sex with an alien? Definitely new. Absolutely presenting a lot of alleys to go down, most of which needed to be put off until later.

“How can I help?” Hsinth asked.

“I’m not sure,” she said with a weak grin. “Just bear with me?”

He nodded solemnly.

While his hands continued to trace over the edges of her bra, she reached for him. His flesh was cool, but not overly so, and the scales were individual pebbles beneath her questing fingers. The ones up on his neck had a little give while the ones on his chest, particularly over his collarbones, were harder and more plate-like, reminding her of an alligator’s scutes.

“These protect your bones?” she asked, letting her hands play over them freely. This was so much less embarrassing than when she’d woken up touching them.

“Yes,” Hsinth said. His voice was rough and seemed to be deepening the lower she went on his belly.

Just to be a tease, she went back up, studying the thin scales on his outer arms. There was a very human-looking tattoo there, intricate, angled, and very reminiscent of something she might have seen on Earth. She couldn’t stop staring.

“Where did you get this?” she asked, tracing her fingers over the tribal lines.

“Merryn Station,” he said. “There was a human there who said she would cut me a deal if we could see how well her tattoo gun worked on scales.”

Ophelia leaned in. “It seems to have. I didn’t think you could tattoo scales.”

“She tattooed the skin under them,” Hsinth said. “Turns out our skin takes ink easily, it’s just the healing process that’s a pain since you have to peel the scales up to make sure the excess ink comes out without gunking up under them.”

“Ew,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Wait, aren’t your scales gold? Shouldn’t they block the tattoo color coming through?”

“They’re transparent,” Hsinth said. “It lets light through easier, both ways. It’s the skin beneath that’s actually colored.”

“So not opaque,” she said, eyeing them.

“Not opaque,” he agreed. “Speaking of opaque things…”

His finger snaked under the edge of her bra.

Ophelia could take a hint. She reached behind her back to undo the hooks, releasing her breasts from the underwired bra.

“That’s convenient,” he breathed as she let it drop down to her elbows so she could fold it and put it on the nightstand.

Hsinth leaned forward as he slid his hands up to cup her breasts. Heat shot through her as his breath ghosted over her skin.

“Something smells incredible,” he said. “Is it you?”

He moved in more, nuzzling her ample belly and then up. Was he actually—

“Hsinth!” she squealed as his lips closed around one nipple.

He immediately released it, eyes wide. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she stuttered. “It just– it’s been a while and that felt really good and I—”

“Good,” he said. He moved in again, teeth scraping her sensitive skin. When his mouth fastened around her again, she leaned into it, focusing on the way his tongue scraped her flesh.

Pulling off left her wet and exposed to the air and she opened her eyes to look down at him reluctantly.

“This one is in,” he said, eyes narrowed. Hsinth stared at the tip of her other breast. “Is it different?”

Ophelia fought the urge to cover it with one hand. “Yes?”

“It’s in,” he said. “Or it doesn’t look like the other one.”

“It’s– I have an innie,” she said, watching the way his eyes narrowed and his black tongue licked at his lips. “I can fix it, just hang on.”

“There will be no fixing,” Hsinth said. He moved in again, licking her nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” Ophelia groaned. This was incredibly different from the responses she’d gotten from human men. They’d always been a little weirded out by the asymmetry, but here Hsinth was doing his best to coax her nipple out from where it was usually sunken into her areola. And he was doing his best to make her cum by doing it.

Her hands slid down her belly, eager to rid herself of the last of her clothes despite the cool air nipping at her skin.

Even with his eyes closed, Hsinth managed to stop the movement.

“Mine,” he growled against her skin. “My job.”

“Okay, okay,” she panted. “Your job. Give me some breathing room here, I might explode if you keep touching me like that.”

Hsinth pulled away with one last, long roll of his tongue. “That might be my favorite nipple,” he said, looking up at her.

Screw what she’d said before, he might make her cum from just his words.

His fingers played along the edges of her pants. There was no button to puzzle over, and she lifted her hips.

“Yeah, it’s another four layers there too, but I bet you can get them all off in one go.”

“Is that a challenge?” he asked.

“Depends, what did you want to bet?” she smirked.

Hsinth growled and snaked his fingers along her skin under the stretchy waistband, rolling everything down her hips and off her feet just as she’d suggested.

All she could do was dive forward, fingers already hooked to catch into his belt.

There was no way she was going to be naked if he wasn’t.

Hsinth managed to wrap a blanket around both of them just as she figured out the magnetic closure on his pants.

“Hold this,” he said, placing her hands up on the blanket as he shimmied out of the pants. There was no underwear that she could see, but there was some kind of skintight layer in concession to the cold.

He straightened, and before she knew it he was lowering them both down onto the bed. Though the sheet was soft and great for draping, it couldn’t do much to hide the monster he’d been hiding in his pants.

“Is that… regular for you guys?” she asked, pulling back the blanket so she could stare at his cock.

It twitched under her hard stare.

“Regular like what?” Hsinth asked.

Ophelia reached out and dragged a finger down over the skin. It was shockingly soft, and what she’d mistaken for ridges of hard scales turned out to be wrinkles made up of the same tiny, soft scales she’d seen around his eyes. The head was split in two, with soft tendrils at the tips that looked like sea anemones.

The delicate wrinkles filled with blood under her touch, then faded again just as quickly.

“Oh,” she said. “It gets bigger?”

Hsinth watched her closely. “Yes. Will that be a problem?”

“No,” she said faintly. “As long as you’re already inside me first.”

Hsinth chuckled. “That is the design.”

She lifted one leg to straddle him, placing her sex over his own, and began to slide back and forth, aided by her own wetness and the easy glide of those wrinkles over the hardness beneath.

“Ophelia,” he groaned. “Wait. I want to taste you first.”

His hands slipped under her ass and lifted her up to hold her over his mouth. He did it with such ease that she knew that at some point she was going to go down a rabbit hole over how strong he really was.

“Hsinth!” she cried. “You’re going to drop me!”

“The only thing I’m going to drop you on is my face,” he said.

And he proceeded to do exactly that.

“You taste unlike anything I’ve ever sampled before from any planet,” he groaned against her folds. “Sweeter than any fruit and more intoxicating than any alcohol.”

She put away all thoughts of his strength and focused instead on the incredible feel of that black tongue writhing against her.

He lapped at her core, seemingly trying to replace any taste of her with the wetness of his mouth, seeking the source of it all.

Flicking his tongue over her clit made her moan and buck into his mouth, and he stilled her motion with his hands on her hips.

“That didn’t hurt, did it?” he asked.

“No,” Ophelia said breathlessly. “Please do it again.”

Impossibly, his tongue doubled back on itself and plunged into her. He was quite literally fucking her with his mouth while still flickering the tip of his tongue over her, and it was driving her insane.

“I love this,” he groaned against her. “Love this scent.”

Ophelia’s first instinct was to close her legs faster than an emergency door. The second was to open them wider.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I can try to get some snow from outside real quick and—”

“I said I love it,” Hsinth rasped as his fingers tightened on her hips. “Don’t you dare.”

“I’m just normally cleaner,” she babbled. “When I have soap, not that spray stuff.”

Hsinth pulled his mouth away, and she could see how the skin around his mouth and chin shone with her slick.

“I love this,” he said. “I didn’t think I would; the rest of the Republic is polite about it, but you humans can be quite pungent at times. And I don’t ever want you, Ophelia Platt, to stop. I love the way you stink. I crave the way I can smell you even when my mouth isn’t on you.”

Ophelia wasn’t sure what to say to that, so she let her fingers do the speaking for her. She threaded her fingers around the back of his head and guided him back down to her, encouraging him with gentle squeezes and tugs.

Hsinth listened. Despite most of the noises coming from her mouth not being representative of any common Earth language, he managed to figure out just how to lick her, where to be soft and where to use force. When he sucked her clit hard enough that she could feel the flesh tingle, it just made her push him against her harder.

She felt his tongue slip into her and she just let go, relaxing into the explosive orgasm detonating at her core.

Coming down was an experience in itself, trying to balance Hsinth’s eagerness to explore her body with her own need for no one touching her at all while her body was over sensitized. His gentleness made it easier than it otherwise might have been.

He rolled over to place her beneath him, placing her on the bed more effortlessly than anyone ever had.

He tucked the blanket around them both tenderly, making sure she was covered on every side.

“Don’t you want to actually have sex?” she asked.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t still hard. She could feel him jutting against her hip, though he was keeping any rocking to a minimum.

“I can wait,” he said.

Ophelia wiggled against him, pulling a noise from his throat. “I don’t want to,” she said.

For the first time since he’d taken his pants off, Hsinth looked vulnerable. “Okay.”

He tugged the blanket out from where it had fallen between them and rolled into the cradle of her hips.

Having the blanket up over his shoulders should have made him look silly, but all Ophelia could do was admire the contrast of his gold skin against the dark red of the cloth.

And that cock… it hung between his thighs, a monument to the fact that he really wasn’t human. Both tips were slowly filling as she watched, and the little tendrils at the end were actually moving .

Hsinth squeezed the tips together and dragged them through her wetness. It didn’t seem to hurt him, and the spread of the filaments over her clit and labia was especially alien. It still felt incredible.

“Is this okay?” she asked. “I know I wasn’t built for… this. You’re sure we’ll fit together?”

“In all the ways that matter,” Hsinth replied. He pushed, and the iron within his cock herded the soft tips before it. They popped within her and spread out, filling her in a way no human ever had. As Hsinth pressed more of himself inside, the tip of his cock filled and widened. There was no way to take all of him, and yet she did.

Ophelia’s fingers dug into the bed against the pain of the stretch. Hsinth was filling her to the brink and beyond, but she wanted—needed—more.

This was what she’d always craved from her few forays with humans. She needed to be utterly full and then some. She needed her body to declare its limits in screaming red, not dancing on the edge of it in ways that drove her insane with not enough touch.

Where the hum of the walls had driven her mad with it, this was the one time that she needed to be overstimulated.

Hsinth was there to deliver. As his cock swelled within her, she could feel the dual tip spreading around the end of her, cradling her cervix. He moved back and forth without dislodging that hard knot inside of her, finding just enough give at the base of his cock to thrust.

The cloth walls around them caught his grunts, her cries, and held them there.

“Mine,” Hsinth growled.

The scrape of the scales at the base of his cock were driving her crazy and she pulled him down to get a better angle. His body surrounded her and invaded her, occupying every possible way to stimulate her but one.

She wound her hands around the back of his neck and pulled his face down. His lips slotted against her own as his tongue pushed into her mouth.

His hips pounded into her, dazing her with his power and his stamina. Being stuck on the ship was terrifying, but if this was how she was going to go out, well… there were worse ways to spend the last few weeks of your life.

She could easily have wrapped her legs around his waist and changed the angle, but there was something missing. Something special. She wasn’t about to finish and leave him hurrying to catch up to her before the feel of him inside of her was abruptly too much.

“That’s it,” she urged him. “I can feel you… feel all of you. Can you feel me?”

“Every inch,” he panted. “Every sweet, wet millimeter. May I spill into you?”

The idea terrified her. The idea thrilled her. She didn’t know if the two of them would have any kind of a problem later on, but she just couldn’t bring herself to care. If anything came of this, she could handle it. Right now all she wanted was to feel him inside of her in every way that mattered.

“Gods yes,” she begged. “I want to feel everything.”

She was very glad there was nothing between them. She didn’t even know if they made condoms for cocks like his, or how they would even stay on, but when his hips surged and stuttered, she forgot to wonder.

All she could do was feel as the split tip of his cock filled up entirely, spreading inside her like a blooming tree. Hot wetness came after in a quick, single gush that was so hard and so sudden that it punched the breath out of her. She fought the urge to spread her hand over her belly, to feel if it had abruptly swelled with both Hsinth’s cock and his seed.

Hsinth’s weight collapsed onto his arms and his head dropped into the crook of her neck.

“Can’t get enough of this,” he mumbled into her neck. “Lucky I can’t move right now.”

The murmur made her pussy clench around him, and she realized that he hadn’t softened, hadn’t started to withdraw at all.

“What do you mean?” she asked warily.

“Our cocks stay where they are for a little while,” he said drowsily. “It’s a thing. We stay put for breeding purposes.”

“Ahh,” Ophelia said, wondering just when his arms were going to give out and all of his considerable weight was going to fall onto her.

Then again, at this very moment, she was warmer than she’d been in a long time, and if that meant Hsinth remained on top of her and stuck inside her, maybe she could deal with that.

Her arms snaked around him to pull him closer as she tried to ignore the flutter in her belly that said maybe she could deal with that and a whole lot more.