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  Arga inhaled, dizzy. Awkward. No, he hadn’t expected the effect she had on him once she’d shed her clothes.

  She possessed skin of two different colors, what Jeannie had called tan lines. Most of Selena was almost bronze, with triangles of paler flesh over her breasts and surrounding that too-fascinating strip of hair between her legs. She must go about almost as nude as a Risnarish. The idea made his mind swim.

  He ventured closer to her, reaching as he sprouted extra fingers. He traced the edges where bronze met pale on her upper body, discovering how smooth she was. Silky. He cupped her breasts, something he’d never done with a woman. She was incredibly soft in his palms. His cock pulsed, growing bigger.

  Selena closed her eyes, and her head fell back as he caressed her. “Nice. From what I’ve seen of your women, you’re not used to these.”

  “They appear for nursing. Our females don’t have sex during that period.” He swallowed. “I wish they did.”

  She cracked an eye open to regard him. “A few seconds ago, it seemed as if this would be nothing special to you.”

  “I’m sorry I gave you that impression. I’m finding it to be exceptional.” His thumb rubbed over her nipple, and he barked surprised laughter when she came up on her toes. “That’s quite a reaction.”

  “It’s quite a feeling. Oh, yes, get well acquainted,” she moaned as he circled the reddening tips.

  He squeezed the pliable flesh, fascinated with the way Selena responded. As for his own reaction, Arga couldn’t enjoy them nearly enough. He could have spent hours with them, gauging their weight, their suppleness. He filled with wonder. “So soft.”

  Selena appeared to have trouble focusing when she opened her eyes. She traced a stripe that ran over his pectorals. “So hard. This is better than Christmas.”

  She leaned into him and licked the stripe, from one side to the other, blazing a wet, hot trail that made Arga jerk. He gasped at the shocking sensation, astonished that he’d reacted powerfully to her mouth on a body part besides his penis. “Do that again.”

  Selena’s grin was pure trouble. She ran her tongue over his chest once more, and he was again electrified by the sensation. His thoughts scattered, he watched as she continued to trace his ivory stripes, going lower and lower, down to his belly, down—

  “Stop!” The room around him rocked, and he braced against the bed behind him to keep from falling over. Arga fought to clear his head as Selena giggled, pleased with herself for scrambling his senses.

  “Too much, big boy?”

  “You’re skipping the established order of the exploration ritual. I’m supposed to do that first.”

  “Well, if you think you can bend that far, go for it.” She waved at his livid groin.

  At first, Arga failed to understand what had her bellowing with hilarity. Then he figured out Selena was inviting him to use his mouth as she had—on himself. He cracked up at the idea. Still, laughing, he swept her up in his arms and tossed her onto the bed. “Funny woman. Always teasing. Everything is a joke to you, isn’t it?”

  “Just the stuff no one else finds humorous.” She sat up and scrambled to the edge of the mattress, kissing and licking his stomach again.

  Oh no you don’t. Arga pushed her down and set about returning the favor, starting with those amazing breasts. He kissed a rigid tip, brushing his lips, then his tongue, over the flushed point.

  “Hey! Ooh, yeah, never mind. Keep going.” Selena undulated under his attention, her face soft.

  Arga was glad she didn’t mind him indulging in her breasts. That they were created to be enjoyed, he couldn’t doubt for an instant. They were tender, yielding to his attentions, fitting gorgeously in his palms and his mouth. He drifted in the joy of rubbing his face between them, in tasting them, in sucking them so that Selena yelled his name and gripped his mane in her fists. He could have spent eternity there, but for the beguiling scent that lured him, leading him down, kissing a wet trail to its source.

  When he reached her mound, Arga paused to inspect it carefully. “You have removed some of the hair that grows here?”

  “Swimsuit season year-round in Miami, you know. Can’t let the landscape grow wild.”

  Her answer was some sort of riddle, but Arga had better things to do than figure it out. Especially when what was before him smelled and looked incredible. And obviously needed him to kiss it.

  Had anyone ever tasted so delicious to him before? It wasn’t possible. He was thorough in his savoring, elongating his tongue to explore all her folds, to go deep within, holding her still when her gyrations grew too energetic and interfered with his enjoyment. Her cries rose louder, a song to delight him as he sucked delicately on the swollen bud that was exactly like those on Risnarish women—though he thought it might be far more sensitive, given how frantic she became as he lavished attention on it. She pleaded for mercy, and that was thrilling too, but her flavor was too intoxicating for him to heed her immediately. He refused to let up as she convulsed against his lips. Only when the spasms eased did he finally, reluctantly, kiss his way up once more.

  She was glassy-eyed, lax with satisfaction. Arga grinned down at her as he watched her find her senses. She reached up and traced the edges of his ears with a satiated smile. “My, my. You are a talented fellow. That alone was worth leaving Earth for.”

  “I wanted to apologize for not making you feel exceptional before.”

  “I feel pretty darned exceptional now. Can I sample the local flavor?”

  “In a bit, if you wish. I’m not quite finished begging your forgiveness.” Before she could guess what he was up to, he pushed a couple of fingers inside her. The responsiveness of her clit had him wondering if there were other similarities between Earth and Risnarish women.

  “Oh! You—but I just—whoa, whoa, whoa—” She grabbed his forearm, arching as he pressed the front of her sleeve. “There! Right—uh huh—yeah—”

  Yes. Quite similar.

  With the latest secret unlocked, Arga capitalized on it, thickening his fingers, applying friction that made Selena wail with excitement. When the moment seemed perfect, he slid his thumb over her clit. He groaned, his cock jerking impatiently as she detonated.

  The way she came apart at his prodding enthralled Arga. Selena reaching climax was the most amazing thing he’d ever witnessed. She held nothing back, attempted no effort to control herself or to make orgasm something beyond sheer physical bliss, as Risnarish women often attempted. It was the most incredible sight he’d ever seen.

  Pure pleasure, experienced in its simplicity. Astonishing.

  Gasping in the aftermath, Selena stared at him. “Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. What just happened? Did I really do it again? Because twice has never happened before.”

  Arga laughed, proud of himself. Delighted that she’d found such enjoyment. How could the encounter get any better?

  It turned out that it could. The instant she caught her breath, Selena sat up and pushed him onto his back. He went willingly, ready to have his turn now that he’d done well by her.

  Let’s see what an Earthling can do.

  The answer to that challenge was: an unbelievable amount. Why had he expected anything less from a being with so much energy? He should have known he’d have his world shaken apart by the exuberant Earthling.

  She didn’t simply kiss or lick him. Selena devoured Arga, hungrily claiming him as a starving person might attack a banquet laid out before her. Within seconds, Arga was clenching the iron rails of his headboard with all his strength. Seconds later, he was reciting spiritual mantras in his brain, trying to distract himself from that hot, wet pleasuring. After a couple of minutes, he was shouting for her to stop, that he couldn’t hold off a second longer.

  Selena relented, and Arga stared at the blue sky above the dome. His breaths came in frantic, whistling wheezes, and his cock twitched as it tried to decide whether it was too late to stop the rising tide of release or not. For a moment, he thought he’d lose the battle. Little
by little, the desperate need eased, just enough so that he could begin to think again.

  His gaze moved down, toward the woman kneeling between his far-flung legs. Her eyes glittered with mischief. Her smile was impish under that shock of white-tinged blue hair. “Having fun?” she asked.

  His response was an expletive, a word he wasn’t sure the system had a translation for. Apparently it did, because Selena burst into triumphant laughter.

  Selena was delighted that she wasn’t the only one who’d had her mind—along with other body parts—blown. She’d been afraid she wouldn’t be able to give as good as she gotten from Arga.

  While he caught his breath, she straddled him so that she could move up and down. For once, she didn’t curse her diminutive stature. It was fun to wallow all over the big lug, stroking her face, hands, breasts, and everything else against the muscled torso. Inhaling him. Tasting him. He offered weak attempts to touch her as she did so, petting her lightly. She’d done a number on him, all right, because he took a while to recover.

  When his caresses grew in strength, as if he’d soon assert some form of retaliation, Selena slid down and grasped his sex. “There’s an app for that,” she snickered—though why the hell she’d said it, she couldn’t figure out—and took him all at once.

  Big. Enormous. The intrusion was damned near painful, but the kind of hurt that fed desire rather than chased it away. Arga filled her up, rubbing right against the most sensitive part inside, good enough that Selena almost screamed.

  Holy hell, she might come again.

  As exciting as being stuffed to bursting with the Interstellar Gator Wrestling Champion was the wild look filling his bright eyes. His gaze was animalistic; so feral that it was as frightening as it was enthralling. It was that look, more than the intoxicating sensation of cramming all that cock inside, that caused her to forget how to breathe for an instant.

  “Easy, big fella,” she crooned after that airless moment. “Stay calm, Arga, and I’ll take care of you. Atta boy.”

  She eased up, using his chest as a prop, letting some of that delicious girth slip out. The friction was electric, and her eyes rolled at the wallop of sensation. Good night, the man was built for her ecstasy.

  “Stay right where you are. I got you. I got this.” Her voice grew huskier, some dim part of back of her mind noted. Most of her was fixated on the feeling of him moving in and out of her as she rode him. The insane friction chafed in ways that jolted every inch of her being. She watched the striped length disappear inside her, reappear, disappear again. Quicker, as she adjusted. Faster. Landing on him harder each time. The view was mesmerizing

  The suggestion of a snarl woke her from euphoric hypnosis. She raised her head and had just an instant to see that Arga’s starburst pupils had expanded, eating up nearly all the silver of his irises. His lip curled over his teeth. He grabbed her hips.

  Selena hung on for dear life as Arga took over, pistoning her up and down on himself. All at once, rapture erupted from the peaks of excitement she’d built, blasting through her with unparalleled fury. She pounded his chest with tiny fists.

  “Do it! Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

  He fucked her. Unrelenting, fast, his hips jerked up to meet her. Setting off an inferno, blazing white-hot, incinerating her from head to toe. She came violently.

  “Yes. Yes. Again!” Arga shouted.

  Oh yes. Again. As if he’d given her any choice. Fresh spasms convulsed, tightening her on his driving length, milking his shaft. He detonated beneath her, arching to lift her into the air, pushing him deeper within.

  A minute or so later, Selena wilted, draping over him. They groaned in tandem, their sexes twitching, the final ripples fading.

  Stripy-er than a tiger. Stronger than a hungry gator. Able to set off multiple orgasms in a single fuck.

  Screw it. She was getting Arga a cape. After super sex, he deserved it.

  “That was amazing.”

  “Yes. All-Spirit, yes.” He was still breathing hard, but she swore there was a worried undercurrent in his tone. Before she could find the energy to stir, maybe check out his expression for a post-sex report, he gently rolled her off of his body and got out of bed. “I’m thirsty. Are you? I’ll fetch you something to drink.”

  Just like that, he left the room. Selena listened to him hurry off, out of sight. She blinked and shook the post-coital cobwebs from her mind, figuring out the abrupt change in temperature.

  She muttered under her breath, “Guess since it’s your dome, you can’t sneak off while I’m asleep. Wham, bam, thank you, Boom-Boom.”

  Oh well. They’d agreed from the start that it was about nothing more than sex. It wasn’t as if she planned to stick around for long anyway. No need for hurt feelings.

  Chapter Five

  Selena wandered about the armament guild. She was fascinated by the vast materials supply and assembly stations set up around the perimeter of the round, open space. Similar to many of the other buildings in Yitrow, the guild was housed in a dome.

  Something about the room spoke to her. She loved the sounds of metal clanging, machinery humming, and tools buzzing. The scents reminded her of her father’s garage where he’d worked as a mechanic before the cult had taken over his life: oils, grease, a slightly acrid smell.

  The weapons themselves hung along the walls. There were flashlight-shaped shooters that were the Risnarish versions of guns. Boom cannons, which matched their names perfectly in design—massive portable rocket launchers had been Selena’s first impression. Belts by the hundreds, which provided personal containment force fields impervious to enemy fire. And plenty of protective green vests to help when the containment belts ran out of juice.

  It was clear that the Risnarish had been on the defensive side of their war with the Monsuda for the most part. What fighting technology they’d developed was phenomenal but limited. Now that these peaceful people had been backed into an all-out fight, they were scrambling to find the means to do so. It was no wonder they’d come in search of Selena.

  Guildmaster Tidem had filled her in on the explosive materials used on Risnar, mostly in mining. It became clear fairly quickly that the Risnarish problem in demolishing the Earthside accesses wasn’t in making explosives, though they needed some finetuning for the mission ahead. That was Selena’s main reason for being on the planet. However, the real issue lay in the delivery system.

  “Even the smallest power signature inside the portal vortex linking our worlds will set off a deadly feedback detonation. It would be capable of destroying the whole hive on our side and the Earth installations on the other,” Tidem told her.

  “You send the collection pod through. It’s not powered?”

  “Only when it’s launched. The instrumentation is configured so that the instant the pod enters the portal, all energy is cut. The forward momentum established at launch is picked up and increased by the vortex, in a sort of spatial wave phenomenon. Let me show you.”

  Selena watched the computer simulation of a flying saucer being carried through the passage. “Surf’s up, dudes.”

  “Pardon?”

  “The way the craft moves along the crest of the wave makes me think of an Earth activity called surfing.”

  “Ah yes, villages along the oceans have a similar sport, according to the system’s translation program.”

  “Wait a sec, sir. The interior of the ship I rode to Risnar was powered. Pretty flashing lights, computer controls, the works.”

  “The hulls of the pods are constructed in such a manner that none of the energy produced within escapes outside. Marvelous technology, even if it is Monsudan.”

  Selena considered the problems of sending explosives to the Earth accesses and ticked them off. “Okay. If the explosive is simply dumped outside of the saucer at a certain moment, the wave will pick it up, and it’ll travel at the same speed as the ship. They both arrive Earthside at the same instant, the bomb explodes, the portal is demolished, but so is the ship. And
you need a certain number of the pods to remain intact. Those are to evacuate everyone to the backup planet if Risnar dies, because the Monsuda have altered the climate to the tipping point.”

  “Correct.”

  “You can’t make new pods?”

  “We can eventually, but the engineers haven’t unlocked all the secrets of how they work yet. We can’t manufacture them for use in the portals without knowing the technology. Traveling through these vortexes is still very new to us. We’re infants trying to figure it out.”

  “Since you don’t know how soon Risnar might become too dangerous to stay on—if it does indeed reach that point—maintaining the existing pods is a huge factor.”

  Arga joined in. “The Monsuda have a specific timetable for leaving. That might be a clue as to when they anticipate Risnar losing its ability to support our lifeforms.”

  “One year and a couple of weeks until they plan to invade Earth. Yeah, I can see why you’d want to keep all the vessels operational.” Selena paced around the dome, letting her gaze wander over various machines and oddly shaped weapons, many that she couldn’t guess the function of. Pacing and musing out loud had always been her favorite mode to think problems out. “All the hives are to be taken down at about the same moment so the Monsuda can’t fall back to any particular defensive strategy.”

  “Correct.”

  “Then you hope to destroy the accesses on Earth within a few days of capturing the hives. The quick timeline is to stop a Monsuda counterattack from regaining control of any of those sites. It’ll also keep Earth from accessing Risnar on their own, should any sites have ships for them to use.”

  “Correct again.”

  “Timing. It’s all about timing, since the explosives themselves aren’t a major issue. And preserving the collection pods.” She raked her fingers through her hair, sending the blue-and-white spikes into disarray. “We can’t send the explosives through on their own, because putting them on a timer means powering them in some fashion.”