Random Sci-Fi Round Robin

[Grendle1853]

The people of Felz looked like bipedal lizards, but given their warm blooded physiology they were actually closer to birds. Their planet was an industrial powerhouse, given the metal deposits that, while common on Felz, were very rare throughout much of the galaxy. This came with a downside though, as their industry had done major harm to their planet's environment. One of the many solutions dreamed up was to alter a local arachnid species to utilize them as an environmental friendly method of metal working. The Unfortunate result of that plan lead the people of Felz to abandon the surface of their world to the swarms of the arachnids, keeping only a few spaceports active on the surface while the rest of the surviving population lived in the mines and attempted to dream up a better solution to this problem. Now however one of the major spaceports left has had it's main power lost somehow, and now the survivors stand barricaded in the armory/jail, out of reach of the the main elevators, hiding while the swarm slowly melts their way in through the walls.
Then out of nowhere, the people inside hear the attacking bugs screech out louder then ever, before everything went silent. Then on they hear a series of knocks on the metal door. Tentatively, a brave Felzion steps forward and opens up the door. Only to see dead, roasted arachnids littering the floor and the crew of the Boos standing there.
"Hi, we've got some cargo to deliver," Jericho said.
The Felzion at the door blinks. "What?"
"We are from the cargo ship the Boos," Lithan explained as she holstered her pistol. "It seems like you have some problems though."
"You could say that," the Felzion said, looking at the dead biological terrors littering the ground around them. "Somehow our power got knocked out, which took down our shields, allowing these little bastards to run amok. I'm sorry, but I can't help you with your delivery until we get some reinforcements to help with this situation."
"Understandable, I'm Captain Lithan, and this is Jericho," she introduced them.
"I'm the chief of security for this port, you can call me Durno," the Felzion replied. "I don't suppose I could convince you to give me one of those weapons of mass destruction?"
"If you had two of these fuel cells I'd be happy to make you one, I'm out of ammo," Jericho answered, unstrapping his improvised weapon.
"Sorry, I don't got any of those and at the moment, and worse I don't know where you can find more," Durno told him.
"Do you have any idea how your power got knocked out?" Lithan asked.
"My guess is that those damn bugs somehow got to our generator. It's a satellite solar energy system, so it had to be on the roof. We got a more conventional generator providing emergency power, but it's nowhere near enough to power the shield," Durno explained. "What we need is someone to make it to the main elevators and get us some major reinforcements from underground. They can get us back up and running and drive the bugs out. Without your death spitter though, there are too many arachnids between here and there for anyone to make it to help."
Jericho looks around the room, sees the dozens of scared Felzions huddled crammed in the space, then his eyes stop on a stone statue on the wall holding out what looks like an axe. The astronaut casually walks forward, grabs the "weapon" and rips it off the statue, testing it's weight and heft in his hands as everyone but Lithan looked on in shock. The human man then walked back over to Durno, the stone axe wresting on his shoulder, and asked, "Is there any security to get past to use the elevators?"
The Chief looked from the massive stone axe to the man holding it, before handing him a keycard. "Use the one single person elevator in the center. None of them will movie with live arachnids in them, and the others are to large get in without a small swarm following you," he explained. Jericho nods.
"What are you doing?" Lithan asked, standing in his way.
"You know what I'm doing," he told her.
"This isn't like the other battles you've been in, these things can easily hurt you! Seriously hurt you!" she said.
"I know," Jericho replied.
Lithan is silent for a moment. "We can try to get back to our ship..." she finally said, in a small voice.
"It'll be alright Lithan," Jericho told her. "Just wait here, I'll be right back."
"You'd better," the Qurien said, her skin patterns fluctuating and tears threatening to fall from her eyes. "That's an order!"
"Aye, aye," Jericho told her with a wink.
The human walked away and Durno shut the door again, with Lithan refusing to look in that direction. "Can he really make it?" the security chief asked.
Lithan wiped a tear from her cheek before smiling at the Felzion. "He has to, I gave him an order," she answered.
Durno places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

[Lordfrieza]

The elevator ride up was mostly quiet. As he rode to the top he considered the area he was heading to. For the most part Jericho had found himself in the shoes of dozens of super strong aliens that existed in fiction. He couldn't shoot lasers from his eyes, but then he supposed that since he couldn't absorb solar radiation that was likely the reason why. The doors opened and he heard the clicking sound of the bugs. The stone axe in his hands wasn't overly heavy, and he had doubts of how long it would last.

Part of the reason for doing this was because it was a chance to actually face something as strong, if not stronger than, he was. Maybe that meant that he was more along the lines of a sayian instead of a kryptonian. That'd actually make more sense. He stepped forward and saw the first of them. It was smaller, skittering around, looking for metal, and it saw him. It let out an ear piecing screech and moved toward him like a critter possessed. He slammed the axe down on it, letting the stone edge bury in it. He pulled back, bluish intrails hung to the axe as he held it in the air.

"Well, suppose I should call you something, how about Gimili?" he asked the axe as he walked forward, "Or maybe I could call you Ashley. The second name is kind of cool because he killed demons."

He could hear more of them, "Well, Let's go introduce ourselves."

[Grendle1853]

Not for the first time the wayward astronaut thanked his home's gravity, not only did it make him stronger and tougher than every alien lifeform he's run into, but also much faster. Which is good, because if the swarm of deadly alien bugs before him didn't move as if they were in slow motion, he'd probably be dead. As it was he was able to dodge their shots as he took down whole swaths with his new barbarian weapon. That was until a downward cleave ended with the axe's stone blade shattering when it hit the ground. "Damn it Ashley now is not the time!" Jericho yelled in frustration. That was when one of the bugs finally landed a hit.
The spurt of plasma hit him in the back, near his left shoulder...and it hurt. The blast instantly went through his shirt and started on his flesh, feeling like as if someone had poured acid on him then set that spot on fire. The human man roared in pure pain and rage, that alone seeming to make the swarm pause, if only for a second. Jericho just started running at full speed straight forward, using what was left of the axe to furiously knock any bug directly in front of him away.
He made it to the elevator, swiped the keycard, got inside, and immediately hit the button to go down. It wasn't until he noticed that the elevator wasn't moving that he noticed one of the nasty bastards had just made it in before the door closed. When he turned to kill the creature it was able to hit him with one spurt of plasma to the right side of his chest before Jericho was able to smash it. The evil arachnid now dead, the elevator finally began to go down.
Jericho stood and seethed in agony. "It's okay, pain is just weakness leaving the body," he told himself. Then he noticed the smell of his own burning flesh. "Weakness, skin, fat...maybe muscle," he added.
After what felt like an eternity the doors finally opened, and Jericho saw a group of Felzions rushing forward. "Main power out, people taking cover in the jail that need rescue, swarms of bugs everywhere," the astronaut told him as he stumbled out of the elevator.
One of the Felzions tried to hold him up while another inspected his wounds. "We have an alien that needs medical aid, stat!" the one inspecting ordered through a wrist com.
As they waited for that, Jericho noticed a squad of the lizard like aliens, decked in some kind of armor, and carrying beemer rifles begin to gather in front of one of the larger elevators. "Wait! You can't use those guns, they suck! They barely piss those bugs off," he tells them.
The leader of the squad looks down at his weapon and back to Jericho before saying, "These are the best we got. What would you suggest?"
"Fire," the human tells them. "Something that shoots fire."
"Shoots fire...?" the Felzion asked, confused.
"Son of a...!" Jericho begins to shout in both frustration and pain. "Someone bring me some fuel cells and hoses!"

[Lordfrieza]

Getting patched up Jericho found that whatever salve they were using on his skin made it tingle for a moment before completely numbing it. What had felt like the mother of all intense pain was now nothing more than various numb spots on his skin. In addition he had been brought two fuel cells, all that they had left over, and enough hose to once again build a makeshift flamethrower. It was constructed along with a secondary one. Just looking at the gathered Feizions he could tell that none of them were up to carrying the flamethrower very far. That didn't mean that they couldn't help.

"Are you certain you should be moving after being injured?"

He wanted to groan and instead shook his head, "I'm certain that I shouldn't even be here, and further more I'm certain that I have yet to find any green skinned women."

One of them looked at him, "Aquiarians?" he asked sounding confused, "They're barbaric. Their entire planet is weird, it's gravity is heavier, and the woman have this strange festival they call Love Day."

he shook after saying it, "It would be closer to being called planetary male hunting day. If they catch the male they mate with him, for hours, before they let him go only to be caught again."

Jericho laughed, "And what do they look like?"

One of the Feizions lifted a small tablet showing a woman that resembled a human except for a third eye in their forehead, what looked like a pair of tusks, and their skin was a deep and resounding forest green.

"They are very possessive."

[Grendle1853]

Getting patched up Jericho found that whatever salve they were using on his skin made it tingle for a moment before completely numbing it. What had felt like the mother of all intense pain was now nothing more than various numb spots on his skin. In addition he had been brought two fuel cells, all that they had left over, and enough hose to once again build a makeshift flamethrower. It was constructed along with a secondary one. Just looking at the gathered Feizions he could tell that none of them were up to carrying the flamethrower very far. That didn't mean that they couldn't help.

"Are you certain you should be moving after being injured?"

He wanted to groan and instead shook his head, "I'm certain that I shouldn't even be here, and further more I'm certain that I have yet to find any green skinned women."

One of them looked at him, "Aquiarians?" he asked sounding confused, "They're barbaric. Their entire planet is weird, it's gravity is heavier, and the woman have this strange festival they call Love Day."

he shook after saying it, "It would be closer to being called planetary male hunting day. If they catch the male they mate with him, for hours, before they let him go only to be caught again."

Jericho laughed, "And what do they look like?"

One of the Feizions lifted a small tablet showing a woman that resembled a human except for a third eye in their forehead, what looked like a pair of tusks, and their skin was a deep and resounding forest green.

"They are very possessive."

[Lordfrieza]

Getting patched up Jericho found that whatever salve they were using on his skin made it tingle for a moment before completely numbing it. What had felt like the mother of all intense pain was now nothing more than various numb spots on his skin. In addition he had been brought two fuel cells, all that they had left over, and enough hose to once again build a makeshift flamethrower. It was constructed along with a secondary one. Just looking at the gathered Feizions he could tell that none of them were up to carrying the flamethrower very far. That didn't mean that they couldn't help.

"Are you certain you should be moving after being injured?"

He wanted to groan and instead shook his head, "I'm certain that I shouldn't even be here, and further more I'm certain that I have yet to find any green skinned women."

One of them looked at him, "Aquiarians?" he asked sounding confused, "They're barbaric. Their entire planet is weird, it's gravity is heavier, and the woman have this strange festival they call Love Day."

he shook after saying it, "It would be closer to being called planetary male hunting day. If they catch the male they mate with him, for hours, before they let him go only to be caught again."

Jericho laughed, "And what do they look like?"

One of the Feizions lifted a small tablet showing a woman that resembled a human except for a third eye in their forehead, what looked like a pair of tusks, and their skin was a deep and resounding forest green.

"They are very possessive."

(Figured that I would introduce actual Orcs to the story )

[MTVCCVC]

...

(Figured that I would introduce actual Orcs to the story )

Man, that went completely over my head.

[Lordfrieza]

Lithan listened to the sounds outside of the safety of the underground area she had gotten to. Jericho had gotten the evolutionary advantage in nearly every aspect when it came to strength. He was far stronger than most other species. Even drones didn't seem to give him too much of a problem. The deadliest weapons at the disposal to the civilian sector was something he was able to walk off, and yet there were literal bugs that spewed plasma outside. Bugs that could melt through powerful plastic mesh, and he'd been happy. There was some whispering behind her, and she didn't pretend to not notice. After all, how could she ignore the fact that they were talking about the fact that she had likely mated with him. There was no smell of him on her, or on her clothes, and yet the whispers were the same. How could she handle something that powerful and barbaric.

She wanted to tell them that he wasn't barbaric, at least not in the way they believed he was. He was intelligent, capable of holding intelligent conversations, and even insightful when it came to dealing with less than ethical clients. At some point she had stopped looking at him like an alien and saw a friend. And then she began to see him as something else. Part of her questioned if it was normal, and another part of her cursed her thoughts and desires. It was damning, and more to the point she could be perceived as a deviant. Would it be worth it? She wasn't sure. She wasn't sure if he would remain with her, and what would she do if he did? What would become of them?

"Your crewmate has been gone for a while," the acting commander said, "I fear that he may have fallen to the creatures."

She smiled wryly, "No," she replied as she looked toward the spot she had been observing, "He's just doing what he has been tasked with doing."

There was a soft shuffling sound and she looked to see a few of them wrestling with more material to use as a blockade. The realization of what they were doing came to her mind, "Wait, how will assistance come if you enforce the blockade?"

The one that had talked to her shook his head, "At this point we must prioritize simply living," he replied as he looked toward the area, "If we can make it until our supplies run out then it will be better than being melted."

She shook her head and looked at him, "No, you must give him a chance!"

The others stopped, "Just because you've been claimed by that creature doesn't mean that we choose to die because of blind faith!"

"Been... We have not done anything!"

Another laughed, "Hardly," the voice was deeper, "He's likely had you multiple times. It is the only explanation of how he is treated like an equal. You've given yourself to a lesser species, and it shows."

She felt her anger rising, and her skin began to reflect that act. To those watching it was turning red, and if any were close enough to her they would feel the uncomfortable feeling of heat radiating from her. She breathed out and turned back toward the area he'd left through, "I won't allow you to seal it."

She felt hands, and before she could say a word she was wrestled toward the wall. She felt her arms held tightly, and she cursed as they forced her into the role of submitting. She hated this feeling, she hated the way they held her, and most of all she hated that they had taken what little power she had from her. She looked into the eyes of the one that held her in place.

"He's returning!" she shouted, trying to explain to them, "He is returning!"

Finally she was shoved further toward the area he'd left through, "Then wait for him there!""

She heard the door open, and then she was shoved through. The door closed, and she looked at it. The understanding that she was now exposed came to her. She looked around, fearful of the bugs, but hopeful that he would be returning before too long. She would insist that they saved them, but not for the reason that it was the right thing to do. No, she would insist that they saved them so that she could make them see that he was returning. She heard the sounds of something on the wall.

"Jericho, please hurry."

[Grendle1853]

The door was literally melting before her eyes. Lithan pulled out her tiny shock pistol and pointed it forward, her ears buzzing with the horrible sounds of the bugs that were about to break through and murder her. Maybe Jericho didn't make it. Maybe he just wouldn't be able to get back in time. The Qurien cursed under her breath. "I really wish I wasn't about to die a virgin," she whispered to herself. Then there was the sounds of loud gunfire from the other side of the door, a familiar whoosh sound, and then finally the horrible clicking was silenced. The Boos Captain sighed happily and put her weapon away. Jericho had returned.
Then what was left of the door is kicked down, and her human crewmate walked proudly into the room...before slumping down next to the wall. The Qurien ran over and knelt down beside her friend. "By the spirits, you're hurt," she said, looking over his wounds.
"I'm fine," he told her, dropping his jerry-rigged flamethrower.
"You really aren't," the squad's medic said, injecting more painkiller into the astronaut. "I've already given you enough to knock out a team of pack animals, and I'm running low. You should be in a coma...or dead by now. You might still end up that way if we don't get you to the hospital."
The rest of the squad make it to the other door and begin trying to get in. "It's seal..." Lithan began before the door is opened from the other side.
Through the doorway they see a technician of some sort unsealing the door while Dunro pointed his weapon at a dozen people standing a few paces back from him. "I got civilians that need evacuated, and twelve bastards that need to be arrested, for attempted murder," the Chief of Security told the squad.
Have of the military Felzions present began to help with part of the order, the other half with the other. "Hey were were just..." one of said bastards tried to explain before he got knocked hard upside his head and cuffed.
"First," the Boos Captain said, before kicking one of the brutes in the nethers, before they were hauled off.
On their way to safety, Durno and a couple of the hardier looking Felzions helped half carry Jericho with him to the elevators, with LIthan walking along side. "You almost had me worried there, Jericho," she admits.
"You shouldn't have been," he told her, trying hard not to wince in pain with each step. "Space Bugs remember...they never stood a chance."
(Rereading this story, I have horrible typos throughout my parts.)

[Lordfrieza]

The door was literally melting before her eyes. Lithan pulled out her tiny shock pistol and pointed it forward, her ears buzzing with the horrible sounds of the bugs that were about to break through and murder her. Maybe Jericho didn't make it. Maybe he just wouldn't be able to get back in time. The Qurien cursed under her breath. "I really wish I wasn't about to die a virgin," she whispered to herself. Then there was the sounds of loud gunfire from the other side of the door, a familiar whoosh sound, and then finally the horrible clicking was silenced. The Boos Captain sighed happily and put her weapon away. Jericho had returned.
Then what was left of the door is kicked down, and her human crewmate walked proudly into the room...before slumping down next to the wall. The Qurien ran over and knelt down beside her friend. "By the spirits, you're hurt," she said, looking over his wounds.
"I'm fine," he told her, dropping his jerry-rigged flamethrower.
"You really aren't," the squad's medic said, injecting more painkiller into the astronaut. "I've already given you enough to knock out a team of pack animals, and I'm running low. You should be in a coma...or dead by now. You might still end up that way if we don't get you to the hospital."
The rest of the squad make it to the other door and begin trying to get in. "It's seal..." Lithan began before the door is opened from the other side.
Through the doorway they see a technician of some sort unsealing the door while Dunro pointed his weapon at a dozen people standing a few paces back from him. "I got civilians that need evacuated, and twelve bastards that need to be arrested, for attempted murder," the Chief of Security told the squad.
Have of the military Felzions present began to help with part of the order, the other half with the other. "Hey were were just..." one of said bastards tried to explain before he got knocked hard upside his head and cuffed.
"First," the Boos Captain said, before kicking one of the brutes in the nethers, before they were hauled off.
On their way to safety, Durno and a couple of the hardier looking Felzions helped half carry Jericho with him to the elevators, with LIthan walking along side. "You almost had me worried there, Jericho," she admits.
"You shouldn't have been," he told her, trying hard not to wince in pain with each step. "Space Bugs remember...they never stood a chance."
(Rereading this story, I have horrible typos throughout my parts.)

The room that was given to Lithan and Jericho was surprisingly spacious. If she was the guess they had practically taken three normal rooms and made it into a larger one. Whatever the case may be Jericho was ordered to bed rest by the physician. She had never expected to see any being be able to imitate him before, but the older Felzion had done just that. She noticed that he walked with what appeared to be a cane, and she could see a small outline of a tranquilizer in his pocket. She wondered if it was something he planned on using for Jericho, or did until she noticed a small tube that was connected to his arm. The tranquilizer was for him. It confounded her to see a medical professional using a powerful drug, but then he seemed to be the only one that had any idea of how to treat Jericho. The first thing he had done was threaten her crew mate with chemical castration if he didn't calm down and remain on bed rest. When Jericho had called the bluff the older Felzion studied him, "Hmm, a shot of sodium chloride straight to the reproductive area, specifically what I assume are your testicles should do the trick. If you want to test me I can use a dose of tranquilizer big enough to knock out one of the largest creatures known, I'm certain that will be enough to knock you on your bottom, or shall we assume that you can listen and will behave?"

The effect had been that Jericho had reluctantly agreed to the bed rest. That was two days ago, and now she was watching as he looked over a small tablet. It had been brought to him, and the Felzions had explained that there was a program on the tablet which would allow him input his alphabet, a few sample words, and it would then translate any literature he downloaded for him. So far he'd been engrossed in reading something that she wasn't certain of. There was something else that seemed to have transpired. She noticed that Jericho's eyes had changed. They were no longer the odd eyes he had before, but instead they began to look more like the Felzion eyes.

"How are you holding up?"

He looked up from the tablet, "Better than expected," he admitted before he yawned and she saw the formation of a couple of fangs. They were small, slight, and she understood what it meant, "I feel better, although I don't like that they couldn't just treat me."

She moved closer, "Jericho, you're going to be fine."

He leaned back, "I can't help but wonder if this was what Janet went through," he said as he looked at the ceiling, "I mean she was experimented on and changed. I get that they had to introduce protein that would bond to the medicine they were using, but I know that I'm not what I was anymore."

He lifted his hand and she could see more of the effect. Around his knuckles tiny blue scales had formed. True to form they seemed to be thicker and stronger than the Felzion scales. It was almost as if the introduced D.N.A. had evolved in order to survive his body. That meant that the paralyzing glands that the Felzions had might be stronger in him. It'd certainly make kissing him more of an adventure. She froze with that thought. How could she think that? She felt the hand of her friend touch her own, "Looks like you're thinking about something pretty hard."

He laughed a little, "I used to tell my sister that she needed to be careful or she'd overheat trying to think so hard."

She gave a small smile, "Yes, I'm thinking, and I'm wondering what's going to happen now. Where do we go from here? Your... Janet had said that your homeworld is multiple lightyears away, and she also said that she had been experimented on for thirty-six years. It's likely that even if we managed to get a hold of the suspended animation pods needed to make the trip that a couple of centuries would pass. I fear there would be nothing left for you there."

For the first time since she accepted him as her friend, since she saw him as something other than a dangerous alien, and she wasn't influenced by intoxication, she leaned forward and touched his cheek. She knew that he was likely trying to figure out what she was doing, but she decided to just go for it. Her lips touched his own. She let her tongue separate into two halves something that was reserved only for potential mates, and she allowed it to touch his own. For her kind it was an act of ultimate trust. Separating the tongue into two left them vulnerable. It did more than simply split their tongue. It allowed their more illogical side to come out. It would allow her to fully feel everything. She knew that he wouldn't understand, but she didn't mind. He was intelligent, and he likely would understand what she was doing in time. She broke the kiss and saw his expression. Her tongue began to reform into one, and she touched his hand.

"Whatever you choose to do, I am your friend, and I will help you," she said, as she held his hand, "Besides, you've already corrupted me."

There was a moment of silence, "What do you mean corrupted?"

She gave a mirthless laugh, "I am already an outsider to my own kind, but more than that I'm likely viewed as criminal," she said and she saw his expression. She shook her head, "Please, don't get upset. I'm fine with it now. It means that my jobs will be more on the fringe instead of legal ones. It also means that if the Coalition decides to they will take the Boos, take me, and attempt to capture or kill you. I have no reason to work within their confines again."

He nodded, "What about the Felzions?"

She spread her hands, "They are not under the control of the Coalition. They have no reason to report anything, and besides, I believe that you are seen as a sort of hero to them."

[Grendle1853]

A few days later the Boos and her crew were off again, traveling to their next destination, hopefully far away from the Coalition. Lithan had just put in the coordinates when she turned to see a shirtless Jericho standing behind her. His appearance had mostly returned to normal now that the drugs have watched out of his veins, save for the fangs that seem to be sticking around. "Hi," she said, looking at the scar on his chest. It somehow made him MORE attractive to her. "Um...what...?"
"Go into you room, strip off your clothes, lay on your bed, and spread your legs," the human told her, without a hint of a joke in his voice.
"...what?" the Qurien asked, her skin rapidly changing colors.
"I'm tired of flirting around, and I decided it's about time I found out how you taste," Jericho tells her.
Lithan blinks. "Oh...okay," the Captain said, before running off at full speed to her quarters, as her crew mate casually strolled after her.

...

After all the tension, the two were finally sated...if only just. The difference in physical power kept them from full intercourse, which left them both more than a little bit frustrated, but the two lovers have found some relief. Jericho had given Lithan something the young woman had never before experienced while but had yearned for for years, while the Astronaut had found his new alien lover to be an eager and quick learning student. She seemed to enjoy pleasing him almost as much as she did receiving his ministrations. The frustrations were still real though, evident in how Jericho sat naked in a chair next to the bed his lover slept in, to afraid an innocent movement from him in his sleep might accidentally hurt her.
Lithan, her normally topknotted orange hair now messy and all over her face and back, moves as she awakens and smiles up at him. "I want more," she said, biting her lower lip.
"We'll figure something out," Jericho promised.
"No...well, yes," she said with a laugh. "But, that's not what I'm talking about right now," she explained, seductively, rolling over and exposing her lithe naked body to him.
"Alright," Jericho told her, rejoining his lover on the bed.

[MTVCCVC]

Lying there on their sides, her back and backside pressing against him, the two enjoy the intimacy while at the same time feeling a tension they can't quite get over.

In Jericho's case, it is a combination of worry and a strange unease. After all, Lithan was in a sense diminutive compared to him. Even lying there spooning, with her butt sitting in his lap, the top of her head reaches just slightly above his chin. He had had a relationship with a human woman who was more than a head shorter than him, but even in that case, when she would sit in his lap, they'd be roughly at eye-level to one another.

It wasn't just the height either. even the widest part of her, the hips, were maybe as wide as 2/3 of his. He could literally wrap his hands around her waist, his fingers not just touching , but even interlocking at the first joint. None of this helped him get over the fear of accidentally hurting his seemingly very fragile new lover.

Yet, at the same time, there was something so soothing and relaxing about her presence. Her body was naturally just a little warmer than his and something about it felt so right. Her scent was also very pleasing. He wanted to just give in and hug her softly, but tightly to him, maybe grab a fistful of breast while he was at it, and just fall asleep like that, but he couldn't get over the fear..


Lithan could feel the tension in his body as she lay there, her head resting on his arm. She two was struggling to figure out how she felt about Jericho.

On the one hand, he still felt intimidating and dangerous, towering over her in every way and his muscles felt like nothing she ever even imagined. On the other, at times when she could ignore those feelings or more probably, instincts for a moment, she felt like she was behind a natural impregnable shelter, that could protect her from damn near anything.

His body temperature was a little bit colder than hers, which on the one hand brought up the same fear instinct, but on the other, felt good and relaxing against her skin, not unlike lying back into a cool pool of water and letting herself drift on the surface freely.

Much as she enjoyed their intimate connection, she felt like something wasn't quite right. Jericho was tense and stiff in places and even though they in naked and pressed up against one another, a hug would not go amiss.

"Jericho, do you want to hug me?" she asks a little hesitantly.

"Of course," he replies without hesitation.

"Then why don't you?" she wonders, even though she felt like she knew the answer.

"I don't want to hurt you accidentally," he answers, feeling strangely guilty, as if he was admitting to some secret shame or transgression.

"I know," she tells him, with a reassuring tone. "I think i understand roughly how you must feel, but I trust you to be as gentle as possible and you can trust me to be open with you."

After a moment's hesitation, Jericho reaches over with his other arm and hugs his lover's body carefully and pulls her slightly closer to himself, much to both of their pleasure.

"There. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Lithan jests lightly as she turns her head towards him, eyeing his lips with desire.

"Not bad, at all..." Jericho growls as he reaches towards her lips with his own and the two share a few short, but tender kisses. As their lips part, their eyes match in a gaze of lust and desire.

Lithan feels Jericho's manhood go erect against her butt and an idea comes to her mind and moves straight to execution. She lifts her leg up, reaches with her hand, grabs her lovers member, places it between her thighs and her private region and starts rubbing against it. Her excitement grew so strong that before either of them noticed, not only were her nether regions wet, but she had spilled all over her lover's extremity that it was fully lubricated.

No longer able to hold back, she reached out with her hand to touch Jericho's cheek and start rubbing harder and longer against his full length. She could see the pleasure in his expression and she wasn't hiding any of her's. As Jericho's hand moved up slightly and grabbed her breast, a light moan escaped her mouth, but her eyes never wavered from the passionate eye contact the two lovers held, until finally her pleasure finally neared its peak and she couldn't help but lurch her head back, her eyes closed and her breathing turning into brief shuddering gasps as she finally reached climax, squeezing her thighs as tight as she could, pressing Jericho into her as much as possible.

Watching her orgasm gave Jericho the boost he needed to get himself over the edge as well and he started pumping himself into the tight wet pocket between his lover created for him with her thighs and pussy, climaxing along with her.


Quite a few moments passed as the two struggled to regain breath and composure. As they finally manage to calm down, Lithan turn herself towards Jericho.

"Considering how we first met, I think we are developing quite the relationship between each other," she cheekily says.

"Relationship, eh? I like the sound of that," he replies, trying to be a flirt and a tease simultaneously.

"I'm glad we are on the same page, then," she teases back, followed by a bit of hesitation. "Look... I want to try something..."

"What?" Jericho wonders, genuinely perplexed.

"I want to try putting it in..." Lithan answers oddly shyly, her skin colour shifting slightly.

"Oh..." he responds, figuring out what she meant as the haze starts leaving his mind. "Are you sure? I mean, I'm not sure I can get it up just yet. Or keep it down for that matter. Mighty be a bit risky..." he points out hesitantly.

"Trust me. I won't do anything stupid or crazy," Lithan says as she grabs his mostly non-erect member.

After hesitating for a second, Lithan points the now reduced in size, yet hardly small extremity towards her entrance. It was a bit finicky trying to keep it pointed in the right direction as it was not as solid and hard as before, but she did manage and she started sliding herself onto it and pushing it deeper and deeper into her body.

A wave of heat coursed through her as she felt herself stretching and filling up, a strange yet unmistakably pleasurable sensation. She started moving up and down her lover, not paying much attention to anything else. Her first experience of real sex was nothing even remotely like she ever imagined or fantasized about. After all, how could she ever consider that she would do it with a member of an essentially unknown species with the power and allure of a demi-god?

Unfortunately, it didn't last long, as after to her mind far to few strokes, she found it harder and harder to slide down the shaft until she couldn't even fit it in properly at all anymore. Try as she might, she could only squeeze the tip in and the rest wouldn't budge past. It wasn't painful, or even dis-comfortable, but it was evident that her body could not stretch enough to accept the guest, no matter how welcome he may be. At least, not right now she couldn't.

"Ku-zu... Just when it was getting good," she cursed in her native tongue. "What now?" she asks her lover with an expression of earnest annoyance.

"I don't know. Cold shower, maybe? You've kind of got me all hot and bothered here," he answers.

"How do you think I feel?!" she snaps back. "Alright, let's cool off..." she huffs as the two leave towards the ship's hygiene facility..

[Grendle1853]

A few days later and the two have landed on one of the less savory worlds in civilized space, a very swampy one, to do some business. The job is transporting artificial gemstones, in big bulky crates, to a mining operation for use in drill heads. Lithan had procured some replacement drones with some of the small fortune she had obtained since her journey with her new crewmate and lover had began, and while they were moving the large metal crates into the Boos said crewmate/lover was working security. HIs eyes roamed around their surroundings, his sword was harnessed to his back, and his reinforced beemer rifle in his hands.
"You think we might be being a bit...TOO careful?" Lithan asked.
"What?" Jericho asked, confused.
"I'm talking about when we're in bed," she explained. "Maybe we should just let loose, and do whatever just comes naturally?!"
"Captain, dear, I was able to extremely easily break the shoulder of a larger male member of your species," he reminded her. "If I tried to do half of the nasty and perverted things I'd like to do to you, you'd end up extremely injured. How about instead we try and have a good time without anyone getting hurt."
"Fine," she said, rolling her eyes and seeming far removed from the nervous skittish alien he had met not to long ago. Jericho chuckles at the thought, in a way her eagerness was kind of a compliment.
Jericho sees a group of figures approach, and points them out to Lithan. A smaller blue skin humanoid alien around the same size as a Qurien, and behind him two large bipedal insect like creatures with four arms each. All three of them dressed in what were almost long dark colored trenchcoats. The Captain sighed. "Can I help you?" she asked.
"LaRuu gave you this job, right Qurien?" the small blue one asked.
"Yes, what does that have to do with you?" Lithan asked in return, noticing out of the corner of her eye that Jericho had moved back and to the side, next to one of the cargo crates.
"LaRuu forgot his place. No shipping business happens on this planet without me getting a piece of it," the alien continued. "He'll get his own reeducation, but what this means to you is that you owe me a 3000 credit fee to take this job."
"That's half of the commission," Lithan said, her voice more amused then worried.
"Cost of doing business," the little blue man told her. "I'd suggest you take the loss gracefully, lest this negotiation becomes less...pleasant." He gestures behind him and his two goons open their coats enough to show off two pairs of shock pistols each on them.
The Boos Captain, shakes her head in pity. "You are going to regret that decision," she told him.
"Catch!" Jericho shouts as he tosses large metal crate like it was a beachball. It collides with the two insectoid aliens, knocks them to the ground, and squishes them both.
As the tiny blue man looks back in shock, Lithan thinks back on how a few weeks ago seeing such things would have made her sick to her stomach. I must be adapting, she thought to herself.
"Maybe we could...forget about my cut. Just this once," the man who was just a second ago trying to shake her down offered.
"Instead you are gonna pay the lady 6000 credits," Jericho said, stepping forward next to his Captain, sword in hand.
"6000? Hey, don't get ahead of yourselves, I got connections on this planet!" the blue man said.
"And with the right equipment and a lot of hard work, they might one day be able to identify your remains," Lithan told him, stroking an appreciating hand down Jericho's chest.
"...6000?" he confimed, pulling out his data pad.
"Consider it a 'cost of doing business'," the Qurien offered.

[Lordfrieza]

The credits quickly ticked over to her holding account, and Lithan watched as the small blue skinned criminal disappeared into the night. There was a small part of her that certainly considered the idea of letting Jericho deal with him. That part she quieted quickly. She wasn't sure where this new found confidence had come from. Perhaps it came because she had finally been bedded. Again, the how's were mind boggling. Jericho was of a species that wasn't even known before.

Well, that wasn't quite true. They were known of. The Coalition knew about his kind. They had to since they captured both him and his friend. That was another one that bothered her. Janet. The female human was indeed insane. There was little doubt in her mind about that. She was crazed, and eventually her sights would settle back on them again. She shook her head. All in all they had made twelve thousand credits from this job. Six thousand for the job itself, six thousand in sparing that would be criminal.

She moved toward Jericho and watched as he carefully pushed the touchscreen and alerted that all of their cargo had been moved. He moved behind her and she felt a slight shiver run through her. She almost felt like a small animal that was being stalked by a predator. Perhaps that wasn't far off the mark. It could be considered as such. She moved into the ship and raised the ramp.

Moving from the cargo hold she made her way to the pilot's chair. The ship began to raise, the cleared signal given, and she watched as the atmosphere around them began to burn at the hull. In a few short seconds they would be well above the world.

"We should head toward Rugnut's satellite," she said as she plotted the course, "He's usually got work, and so far he's been the most trustworthy."

"He's attempted to talk you into his bed," Jericho replied as he made his way behind her, "Didn't like it then, and I can promise that I won't like it anymore now."

A small smile crossed her face, "And I will turn him down again," she replied as the ship made its way, "Besides, I want to be able to satisfy the both of us."

He looked at her, "Lithan, I'm glad that we're moving in this direction, but I don't want to do anything that's going to seriously hurt you."

She grinned, "Okay, what's something that we can do that won't hurt the both of us?"

-Thirty Minutes Later-

The attack happening on her nether region was causing her mind to slowly slip into madness. Pleasure was intense, and it was all she could do to even focus on what she was attempting. He was larger now, easily as large as he had been when used her thighs. Her mouth barely fit over the head, and she questioned if this was good enough. Her tongue split, allowing her to rub around, across, over and under all at the same time time. She hurt his grunting, and she could tell that it was difficult for him to not simply thrust up.

She trusted him, completely, and she wanted to be with him. She felt his tongue move, swirl, and then dive back into her. She moaned onto the very tool she was servicing. One of his smaller appendages, a finger, dipped into her. She felt it as it spread it, and the size was larger than she expected, but it was doable. That finger moved until it was completely seated in her. She began to pant as her hips moved on their own. She needed this, by her ancestors did she need this. She felt the first real flood escaping her in a while, his gifted tongue catching as much of it as possible.

The finger moved, and she felt so empty. She felt it again, this time against a place that was not meant for mating. IT pushed and she tightened up a moment. His tongue attacked her nether region again and she relaxed. The finger proded ahead, lubericated from her, and it pushed into this place. She let out a grunt, took the wonderful pleasure, the slight pain, and soon the pain gave way to a curious sensation. IT didn't hurt. It instead felt wonderful She felt the first ropes of the viscous fluid that made up his genetic contributions.

She swallowed, moaned and felt as if the very cosmos was calling her home. Soon another gush left her and she collapsed on top of her lover.

[Grendle1853]

(Was Rugnut in the story before and I'm forgetting him?)

[Lordfrieza]

(Was Rugnut in the story before and I'm forgetting him?)

(Nope. He wasn't in the story before. I figured that he'd be one of those individuals that they met, but we hadn't wrote about yet. Personally I'm envisioning him as a sort of like Badger from Firefly.)

[Lordfrieza]

The satellite wasn't any different than Jericho remembered. It was both ornate in its design and function. Looking at it from the outside he couldn't help but compare it to a piece of modern art. Of course he'd been explained to the satellite itself was designed to use the neighboring moons as a sort of camouflage to hide from prying eyes. It wasn't a bad idea, but he certainly didn't like the current owner and operator of the satellite. But then he had work, and so far he'd been honest with them. Sure, he was a slimy weasel, but he was their slimy weasel. The Boos docked and he heard the sound of the connecting tunnel become pressurized. For a brief moment there was worry that the coupling would fail, but those were proven baseless as the door opened.

Standing on the other side of the doors was two green skinned women. Both of them were easily as tall as Jericho, and both of them looked at him in a strange mixture of appraisal and wariness. He noticed that they were built more along the lines as humans, although there were a couple of differences. Long tusks that stuck out from their lower jaw was one, and their three eyes were another. Both of them held weapons, and he realized that neither of them held what he would assume was the standard blaster weapons. Instead they held the plasma weapons that were a far greater pain. He'd seen how devastating those were on their own.

"Hmmm, You're a strange one," the woman on the left said, "Isn't he Terra?"

The one on the right nodded, "Strange, but close enough, so tell me, how do you feel about being a brood drake?"

He stood there a moment, "Ummm, what?"

Their smiles became predatory, "We're acting as guards here, but we were promised a male that could handle us, and so far they have been unfortunately weak. You however, you seem like you'd do nicely."

"He's spoken for," Lithan said, her skin changing colors to a darker red, "Honor the fact that he's spoken for."

One of them studied her, "Hmmm, we've seen your kind, it's doubtful that he's spoken for in any meaningful way. I doubt that you've been able to successfully do more than feel."

"Ladies," came a voice that Jericho wasn't thrilled to hear, "Please, dunne keep our guests waiting, bring them in, We have business. You can go back to molesting unprepared males on your own time."

[Grendle1853]

As the crew of the Boos rode the elevator down into the center of the station, a good bit away from the the pair of space orcish women, Jericho noted that Lithan was giving him a look.
"What?" he whispered to her.
"You didn't reject their offer yourself," she whispered back in an accusatory tone. "Are you interested?"
Am I interested in free sex with two hot, stacked, green skinned alien babes? You got to ask? Jericho thought to himself, being far to smart and far to little of an asshole to actually say that to his girl. Forgetting the practicality of it being still like a Kryptonian doing it with a human, as Lois Lane getting a bit taller and more jacked wouldn't really help the situation much. More importantly though he liked to think that him and his hot little Captain have more between them then sexual attraction. "You are my girl, Lithan," he said. "I was surprised by their interest and their offer, that's all. If you really want me to I'd be happy to tell them off right now, but they might get angry at that so I might have to kill them. Up to you though."
The Qurien smiled at that and leaned back against him. "I'm your girl, huh?" she asked.
"Aye, Captain," Jericho answered. "Also now you know you understand a bit how I feel whenever we meet Rugnut, and I have to hear how he talks to you."
Lithan frowned at that. "I see," she said in understanding. "While he is too valuable to us to kill, I'd be fine you scare him, if he tries being forward with me again."
"Can I hurt him?" the human asked.
"I think he'd stop associating with us if you ripped off one of his appendages," Lithan said with a laugh. "No physical damage."
"Aye, Captain," Jericho whispered, giving her a kiss on the back of one of her ears, causing the Qurien to shiver and giggle, and her skin beautifully change color.
"Too much male for her," one of the green women whispered in obvious jealousy. The other grunted.

[Lordfrieza]

As before the elevator opened to an expansive hallway. Walking it was nothing for Jericho, but he could tell that it was a little more gravity than Lithan liked. If he was to guess the gravity was a bit more than Lithan's own native gravity. She seemed to handle it like a pro, and he personally was impressed that she didn't simply give in and allow herself to rest. Instead she walked the entirety of the hall. Another thing he noticed was that the hall was designed to show wealth. Various precious metals, or at least considered precious here in this part of the universe, were on display.

The walls looked to be made from a lower grade titanium, beads of copper ran down the wall in places, and of course there was the occasional framed piece of art. Each frame was made from copper, its greenish tint something that Rugnut had remarked was a selling point. It told those looking at it that they were looking at actual copper and not some cheap knockoff like gold. That surprised him to no end. Gold was practically worthless here. Oh, it was used for wiring for some of the older ships, but other than that it was considered a trash metal.

Aluminum however was coveted nearly as much as copper. Both metals were incredibly rare, and having a drinking cup made from aluminum was considered to be the height of sophistication. Rugnut never served drinks to Lithan in anything else. It was his showing his wealth, showing he had means, and it bothered Jericho far more than it should. They stepped into the large meeting room, and the two orcish women moved to the areas before Rugnut. The smallish alien was something that Jericho had dubbed a Roswell.

He looked like the aliens described by those that talked about abduction stories. Large black eyes, no nose to speak of only slits were the nose would be. A tiny mouth, and the body that looked as if it would break if placed under the slightest pressure. Jericho wasn't sure what he had done in order to attract the two green skinned women, but the check he wrote must have been massive.

"Ah, Lithan, I canne look upon your form without tears of joy forming," he said, his voice sounding oddly close to that of someone that lived in Britain, but had traveled a bit, "T'is a true joy that you've come to visit, and I see that you've still remained with your crewmate. You are a dear, taking in that which most would discard."

"Don't kill him," Jericho said to himself, "Just don't do it. His ass ain't worth it."

"Terra, tell me, does that... Lithan, forgive me my dear, but what do you call him?"

She breathed out, "Jericho is my friend, he is a human, and we are here to do business, nothing else."

He clicked his tongue, "A shame," he said as he looked toward Jericho, "I had thought that his disposition would improve if Terra took him. Perhaps had her way with him, and made him in a friendly mood. It would give us time to get know each other better as well."

[Grendle1853]

"Wait here, I'll get us some refreshments," Rugnut said, before leaving the table. His two mercs stayed to keep an eye on his guests.
Lithan sighed. He always has to take his time, she thought to herself.
"Friend," Jericho said, looking at her.
"What?" she asked.
"I'm...your friend?" Jericho asked.
The Qurien winced at that. "Of course I see you as more than a friend, Jericho," the Captain said in a hurried and nervous voice.
"So, do you just not want Rugnut to know that were together, or are against everyone knowing that we're a couple?" Jericho asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I...I just misspoke!" Lithan said.
"Hmmm," Jericho answered, looking away from her.
Lithan sighed inwardly. Her lack of people skills had just come to bite her in the ass, and she was inexperienced on what to say next. Before she could go with the old tried and true "I'm sorry", the gray Lothario returned. And of course, he was offering her a drink in an aluminum cup. Instead of taking it from him, she eyed the purple carbonated drink cautiously. "What is that?" she asked.
"It is called 'Passions Take Hold'," Rugnut explained. "It is a most tasty and soothing beverage. It is also galactically renowned as a potent aphrodisiac," he continued, taking a sip from his own identical aluminum cup in his other three fingered hand.
Lithan's was shocked, first at the idea that she'd agree to drink that from him, then by Jericho swiftly plucking the cup out of Rugnut's hand. The human quickly gulped the whole, probably incredibly expensive drink down in a few seconds...then he easily crushed the flimsy cup in his hand. Rugnut's mouth dropped open in shock, and the two green women eyes widened at the display of power. "We have cargo you agreed buy off of us, we're going back up to off load it," Jericho told him. "Then, if you want you can run the job by us you were talking about. What you will not do is talk in anyway disrespectful to me or Captain Lithan again. Because if you do...I'm gonna hurt you," the dangerous man explained looking the wealthy criminal in the eye. "And no amount of gun toting sluts will be enough to stop me," he promised.
With that he stood and left, with a smiling Qurien following him.

...

On the elevator up Lithan asked, "How did it taste?"
"Like crap," Jericho answered, still not in the best of moods.
The Captain looked down at the man's crotch and smiled. "He wasn't lying about the...effects of the drink it seems," she said, pointing to his erection.
Jericho grunts. "Yeah, and given that it can effect me, I can't imagine what that crap would have done to you," he said.
"Hmmm," Lithan said, before stepping in front of the astronaut and dropping down to her knees.
"What are you doing?" Jericho asked, surprised.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" the Captain asked with a grin, as she began to remove his pants.
"Lithan, we're not exactly in private right now," he said, pointing to a security camera.
The Qurien looked at the camera, smiled and waved at it, and then went back to her task saying, "Good. After he sees this show Rugnut should finally understand our relationship and that he has no chance with me. What is it you say, 'two birds, one stone'?"
"Are you sure..." his words were cut off with a gasp as she took his dick into her hot little mouth.
The criminal's potion had made him incredibly hard and possibly more sensitive then usual, so the effects of Lithan's mouth, lips, and split tongue were so strong the poor man could barely think. His hands crushed the hand rail he had been holding on to and his knuckles turned white as his girl continued to service him. It was obvious the little vixen was enjoying putting on a show as well, revealing a previous unknown side to herself as she looked at and demonstrated her skills for the camera. From licking his shaft to sucking his testicles one after another, it was as if the oral sex she was masterfully performing was as much for the viewers benefit as her lover's. Not that Jericho could tell, he was past cloud nine. What really sent him over the edge though was when the woman forced herself down on him all the way, deepthoating him to the base, something she'd never been able to accomplish before. As if that wasn't enough, she then (seemingly headless of her own well being or need for oxygen) began coming back up to the tip then back down to the base, over and over again, with ever increasing speed. Eventually she was going so fast that it was like she was fucking her own face on his cock.
No man could take much of that, and soon Jericho called out, "Lithan, I'm about to..."
Instantly she pulled him out of her mouth, and then pointed his dick right at her face, with one hand massaging his balls while the other furiously stroked his cock. Almost instantly he erupted, spraying thick hot ropes of cum across her orange face, painting it white. When the shots subsided, she put the tip back in her mouth then sucked out and swallowed whatever was left inside. That done she blindly redressed Jericho, who was very weak in the knees and barely standing, before using her hands to clean some of the cum from her face and slowly lick it off her fingers while smiling at the security camera.
Returning to reality Jericho saw that the elevator had reached it's destination some time ago, and that his lover was looking up at him with a messy face and a big smile. "How...where did that come from?" he asked as he helped her to her feet.
"I've been secretly watching some vids," Lithan answered. "Come on, I have to clean myself up before we get that cargo out."
"Aye, Captain," he said, following behind her.

(Noticed I was the only one who didn't write a graphic sex scene yet.)