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He sets my insides on fire. I knew I had some pretty intense feelings for him before but now, now that I can feel his skin on mine, the hands that hold mine. The hands that feel every bit of me, every bit. Seriously, ever since he could touch me, he wanted to touch every single bit of me, some parts he liked more, some less. Some much much much more.
I don't care. I did the same. I wanted to feel all of him. And he let me just as I let him. We let our hands explore, then our eyes. Yes, our eyes are second, maybe at least Rockys are, ever since he could, maybe some before, I just didn't notice it, Rocky looks into my eyes, so much, so so so much. He prefers it. He told me. Well, he said he loves looking into my eyes more than anything.
When he lets his hands explore my body, he looks away from my eyes only when he wants to, he looks at what he wants to, I guess. The eyes are the gateway to the soul. I tried to explain that saying to Rocky.
I would let him do anything, would and do. In fact anything he asks, I say is okay with me, I truly don’t think he could do anything that would upset me. I melt at his touch, he likes that he has that effect on me. He always says it, he says more and more, again and again.
I told him I love, and I mean love his voice. He keeps indulging me. If I tell him I love something he teases me with it. But his voice is probably the most effective tool on me. I hear his tunes and thrills and the beautiful way he speaks and it ignites fires in me. And if he says the things he loves about me it's the best of both worlds. He gets me heated just with his sounds and the way he looks at me. His eyes and his words. Eyes eyes eyes. I love his eyes on me, and I know he does as well. That's one of the things he keeps telling me “Grace, eyes on Rocky. Grace please” and the way he says please now oh my gosh it drives me insane. He changed his tone completely. Before, him saying ‘please’ would sound just like any word, those same tunes. Now he drags them out with a lower pitch. It sounds to me a little like a purr. Really asking, maybe pleading, just like I now beg and plead him for anything, even if I know he'll give me whatever I ask for. Maybe just with a little more begging.
“Ask a few more times.”
“I will…”
“Maybe Grace should show Rocky how much Grace want that.”
“I will…”
“What would Grace do for that, question?”
“Anything…”
“Ask again, and again, just one more time for Rocky.”
“Of course…”
“Grace say more. Rocky want to hear Grace. Rocky give, but Grace ask more.”
“Gladly…”
After he refreshes his body in his atmosphere and renews his air supply he keeps teasing me, asking me to beg him again and again. I don’t care. I need him so bad I’d beg for hours if I needed to.
“Come here Rock, come into my air please, please Rocky come to me.”
“More.” Rocky tells me.
“I want to feel your arms, I want to feel your tongue, I want to taste you, I want to pleasure you.”
“More.”
“I want you inside me, feel me, use me, please Rocky, please want you, I want you Rocky.”
“More, don’t stop.”
“Rocky come here… Rocky come to me, Rocky I need you here, with me, Rocky please, can you come to me please, Rocky Rocky Rocky please… I need you, I want you Rocky… want Rocky inside me, I want Rockys eggs inside me again, more, more eggs in me. I want Rocky to use me, want Rocky to touch me, I want Rockys kisses, want Rockys poison, want Rocky more than anything, Rocky… Rocky… Rocky… please, please Rocky please please Rocky Rocky Rocky come to me Rock, want you so bad, I need you…”
He cycles the airlock. I was already on my side of it, I was already kneeling, I didn't care that he had to cool down. I tried climbing up his body, tried holding onto his jumpsuit, my finger knuckles stung, they burned and so did my fingertips. He only just left his 210 degree atmosphere. I so desperately want to touch him, and when I look up at him, the eyes that stare at me relentlessly haven't stopped, his eyes instantly meet mine and I see how pained he is “Just a little more wait… my Grace. Rocky can say this, question?”
“Call me yours?”
“Grace… is mine… question?”
“Rocky… I am yours, call me yours, I’m your Grace…”
Rocky lifts his head just a bit, still looking down at me and he vocalizes one low tone “My Grace… My… Grace… Grace… Rocky love word… grace, name Grace… Graaaace… say grace, Grace. Human word… name Grace, sound so beautiful…”
“Grace…”
“Say more…”
“Graaace…” I drag the word.
“Say ‘your Grace' Grace.”
“Your Grace…”
“Say ‘I’m your Grace' Grace.”
“I’m your Grace.”
He brought his hands to my face, the touch hot, almost burning but I cherish it, I need it. My eyelids want to close so bad, but I know he wants to see my eyes, I keep them open, he smiles. He did cool down, even if just a little, the touch hurts somewhat, just barely burns but it feels so good, he pulls me up, this time I do manage to cling to his clothes, hot though they may be I am able to hold onto them. My hold is desperate but I can’t do anything, I can't take anything off him, I don't know how. I need him to teach me. I want his clothes off. I need his clothes off. It's unbearable, I need more skin on skin. No matter how different our skin is, how much our skin differs from one another. I've felt his touch, I'm already addicted to it.
“Rocky, show me how to take your jumpsuit off, how to take your belt off, I want to see, I want to know, need to. I need to, show me please.”
“Grace, now, please, say Grace, call Grace Grace. Stop saying ‘I’ and ‘me’, I know words, Rocky want to hear Grace call self Grace. Just like Rocky say Rocky. Grace say Grace.”
“Rocky…”
“Say all again, ask again, say Grace.”
“Rocky, show… Grace…” Rocky grabs my waist with his other pair of arms “...how to take your jumpsuit off, how Grace can take your belt off, Grace wants to see, Grace wants to know, need to. Grace needs to. Show Grace please.”
“Good Grace, beautiful Grace. My Grace need Rocky, question?”
“Grace needs Rocky. Need need need. Grace needs you Rocky. Show Grace, come on Rock, show Grace how you take these off.” I tug at the jumpsuit and belt. “Show Grace how you like me…” he raises an eyebrow “...how you like Grace.”
Rockys gaze does move, his eyes jump to my lips, his right hand on my face slid a bit down, his thumb moved to my lips, the finger pressing and rubbing my lips, He starts gently but gets harsh quickly, pressing and pushing at my lips, he even grazes my teeth, I open my mouth and stick my tongue out and he rests his thumb on it slowly dragging it down then rests it on again and drags it down again, once more and again he tries to repeat the action but I warp my lips on the thumb, this time too he drags it out. Slow. Very very very slow. When it exits my mouth it makes a wet sound, this makes Rocky very happy, his smile widens and he grabs onto me tighter. I fiddle with the place where the zipper begins. The slider is nowhere to be found. I fight with the zipper anyway.
“Take it off Rocky, please. Show Grace how to, show Grace your beautiful body, please, Rocky please. Grace needs you.”
“Grace… Grace Grace Grace… need Rocky… Rocky need Grace too.”
His arms leave my waist, take my hands that play with his jumpsuit, holding them, then our fingers interlock. The hands on my face leave as well, fiddle with the top of the zipper, I don't see what he does again, his large hands cover up the action. But the slider does appear. I get so excited to see under the green suit that I leave the hold of his hands that I love so much. I grab at the slider and pull it down quickly. His belt is still on but I spread the upper part of the jumpsuit as much as I can. I explore as much as I can of his chest and stomach, full and solid, almost no give. His whole body is hard, rock solid. The undershirt is frustrating me. I want to touch him, actually him, the skin that warps all around him, the skin that feels smooth in some places and rough in others, I want to feel it, every part of it, the sleek parts and the coarse parts. I crave all of him, I can't go any more time without his touch. I lift his undershirt up and touch his round stomach, the touch is electric, just the feeling of my hands on him, on the parts that were once hidden to me makes me so excited I can't help but moan.
“My Grace… sound beautiful… just touching Rocky make Grace make beautiful pleasure sound, Rocky like very very very much, make sound again… for Rocky.”
I rest the side of my face on the slightly exposed stomach and make a long dragged out moaning sound.
“Pretty pretty pretty sound, pretty Grace. Good Grace. My good Grace, my pretty Grace, my perfect Grace… Grace… eyes to Rocky.”
I remove my cheek from the warmth of him and look up, I press my lower face back onto him. I kiss his stomach while looking up at him.
“Grace…” he took my face again, started pulling me up to his face, up and up stopping when I'm fully upright but he doesn't let our lips touch. I want him to. I even try to push myself forward into him, he holds my face firmly in place.
“Rocky… let Grace kiss you please…”
“Grace stay still…”
Rocky slowly lets his hands slide down from my face to my shoulders, I really do everything in my power not to rush my lips to tackle his, I hold still, painful as it is to my heart to not taste him right now.
He scans all of my face, almost examining me. He brings his face closer. I breathe in, I'm so ready for him to kiss me, I need that sweet metallic taste I've already gotten addicted to.
“Grace, do nothing now… don’t move… be good…”
He pushes his tongue out and tilts his head to the right. He leans to me, gently places his tongue on the edge of my closed mouth and licks all the way from the left to the right all along my lips. The touch is so warm and makes me crave him inside my mouth more than ever, but I listen to Rocky, I want to be good for him. I stay still. He leans back, looks at me “Good Grace…” then he licks again, from right to left this time. “Grace…” then he gives me a light kiss, just a peck. I want to do the same, I want to contort my lips to kiss him. I want to open my mouth and let him traverse inside my palate. I want to taste his mercury saliva but what I want more than anything is to listen to him and have him tell me what to do, which is why I keep still as he plants kisses all over my face, allllll over, along my entire face, he kisses my cheeks and my nose and my forehead my temples my chin, along my jaw, he even slowly leans near my eye, lifts up my glasses, and I just barely, a little hesitantly close my eye and he plants a kiss on my closed eyelid as well, then the other as well.
I just look at him when he backs away from my face. I plead with my eyes for anything… a real kiss, or permission to move, or talk. Anything he'd give me.
“Grace… now can say what Grace want…”
“I want to kiss you…”
“Grace…”
“Grace… wants to kiss you?”
“Just that, question?”
“No… I want…” he quickly brings a hand to my hair and tugs at it “Grace! ...wants… to touch you, kiss you, pleasure you, hear you, help you feel good again… more.”
“Grace watch carefully now…”
He brings his hands to the tool belt. He pulls one end up and forward, unhooking one part from the other then pulls it back and releases it. It’s straightforward enough, I don't even understand how I couldn't do it on my own before, it was simple. But I watch still as he carefully removes it, and get excited that next time I will be the one taking it off him. He again sets the belt down carefully. “Take Rocky boots off, Grace.”
I fall to my knees and scramble to get the sturdy boots off. I get them off fast, I remember how to from before. I thought about getting them off a few times since then. After I had woken up, curled onto Rocky I had a quick flashback of all that had led up to us being in that situation, including me taking those boots off. I thought about taking them off when I saw him putting them back on. I thought about taking all his clothes off many times while he was in his own atmosphere. I waited a lot, I kept asking Rocky to come back to me, he would laugh lightheartedly and say soon and add that he wants to return to my arms as much as I do his.
I unfasten all the clasps first then pull the boots off one by one, I pull eagerly. I just can't wait anymore. I thought about our encounter almost nonstop since I woke up, that I haven't said to him, but how much I needed him back with me he knows, and now that he sees how desperate I am to remove the clothing off him, I think now he knows what I want now. What I need from him again.
When they were off I climbed up him again, clinging to the bits of clothing I can. I don't wait for permission or anything. I kiss him. I just can't wait anymore. I'm just happy he lets me. Maybe he wants it just as much as I do. Because it certainly feels like it, he acts just as hungrily as I do. His taste is addictive. I need more and more, I really try to taste every part of him, I reach my tongue into him as far as I can, explore him again, I just never want to stop. If I get to kiss him for the rest of my life, even if it will literally be for one more hour, and then I die from excessive mercury consumption, I'll die happy, but I know Rocky won't let that happen. Yes maybe he does indulge me, and maybe himself as well. We both know this mercury business is hurting me, we want to limit the consumption but it feels too darn good to stop, I wrap my arms around his neck, all his arms wrap around my body. More of his taste, and more of the sweetest feeling then he lifts me up. The action is so easy for him now he just does it whenever he hugs me. Hugs… the first, the next, the one after, and the one right before he went into his side of the ship, all those times, he lifted me. I'll get addicted to that too, if I haven't already. He can do that. That's just something that can be done so easily by him. By his species standards I weigh very little.
I love this feeling of him handling me like that.
As we kiss I keep my eyes open, I know he likes that, it works for us, as he also keeps his eyes open, staring into my soul.
I keep exploring his mouth. I want more but his hand creeps into my hair and slowly tugs me back, “Graceeee…. Rocky want more, but is dangerous, my Grace need moderation, Rocky put limit, stop now. Rocky still kiss Grace, but not on mouth, can't poison my Grace.” he slid his mouth to the right of my face and kissed it, licked it, sucked on the skin a little, moving from under my ear to the front of my neck then continuing to the left side, then sucking really hard on one particular area, I moaned and gasped and when he sucked harder and didn't stop I told him "You're going to leave an imprint on Grace…”
“Imprint, question? Good… good… good… Rocky want to leave imprints all over Grace… Everyone will know Grace belongs to Rocky…” he said the words between licks after a while of hard sucks. He takes one of his arms and holds onto the scar on my arm, the one he gave me. And now I want that, I want him to mark me up, suddenly the scar of his handprint on me feels more special and even if now his touch doesn't burn my skin, I find that I would be okay with it if it did. His actions just make me moan and groan more and more, he kisses down my arm and when he reaches the scar he makes a low trill and eyes me and licks the scar as well.
“Rocky…”
His eyes narrow “Grace red here now…” he looks at my neck where he was sucking on me.
“Good… you did imprint on Grace… leave imprints all over Grace, Rocky…”
“Grace like, question?”
“Only because it's you…”
“Take Rocky's clothes off, Grace…”
My hands scramble to grab at his jumpsuit and pull it off him, just like before he turns around to pull all his arms out then again to let me take the legs part off.
As I'm already down I try to take his underpants off as well, I get them to his knees when he leans down and grabs my hands, stopping my action then pulling the underpants back on, he frantically says “Rocky need to make something. Grace wait. Apology. Is very very very important. Apology, Grace wait please. Grace be good.”
“What? Rocky, why now? Please don't go Rocky… I want- Grace wants you- Grace needs you right now Rocky… please don't go…”
I almost want to cry, until I finally get him again, he says he needs to go back… but I want to be good.
“Is important, will make fast, is simple, but need to make now… will use now, us. Will both use now, Rocky promise. Grace be good, my perfect Grace wait good good good…” he put his shoes on, but didn't fasten the clasps, just got them on. Then he grabbed his tool belt carefully and stepped back into the airlock, almost started the cycle but then went back to me and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips “My good Grace will wait for Rocky.” He held my face “Say it.”
“Good Grace will wait for Rocky.”
“Rocky love Grace. My Grace perfect.”
Now he did go, cycled the airlock and practically ran to his work table, he stumbled with his unfastened shoes, I'd never seen him be so hectic, or uncareful. He put on his welding tools and immediately started making something. I watched him the entire time.
I was still on the floor, but I crawled to get a better view of him. Seeing him work in minimal clothing was really getting me worked up. I moved to sit cross legged, but I felt heat grow inside me more and more. I started grabbing at my thighs but the fabric of my own jumpsuit, tied around my hips, was too thick to feel much through.
After sitting and watching him for just a minute I couldn’t take it anymore, he is teasing me. I fling my sneakers off, throwing them wherever they land, then take the jumpsuit off my legs. I hear Rockys tools pause for a second, then he continues to work.
My own ‘tease’ isn’t working. I need to up the ante. I get closer to the clear xenonite divider until I’m as close as I can be while laying on my back with my knees pressed to the wall.
Now I successfully squeeze at my thighs, both of them, I dig my nails a bit into them and moan Rockys name, dragging the word out.
“Yes, my Grace…”
“I need you here…”
“Rocky explain to Grace, Rocky need to make something. We both use, not take long.”
I move my right hand down, cupping myself through my underwear. “Neeeeeed Rockyyyyyyy…” I feel the intense heat emanating from me.
His head turns a little but I don’t think he actually gets a look at me. “Rock… please…”
My hand moves up and just as I slide the tips of my fingers under the waistband he commands “No Grace. Stop.”
I pause. “Will you come here and take care of me?”
“Rocky will, Grace. Wait. Don’t touch.”
My hand does reach deeper into my underwear but I make it float above my core.
“Grace…”
“I’m not touching.”
“Move hand away.”
“Make me.”
“If Grace won’t move hand away, Rocky won’t go into Grace atmosphere.”
My hand launches out of my underwear and I hold both my hands up. “Not touching!”
He chuckles “Good Grace…”
“How much longer Rocky?”
“Is simple, Grace not wait long.”
So I sat staring at him work, feeling my underwear get more soaked.
It really was simple, took barely any time at all after he said that. All it was, was a large flat rectangular panel. But it was not clear, not opaque. It was reflective. Just like the mirror in the Hail Mary lavatory. But larger, you could call it a full body mirror.
He brought it and himself back to the airlock cycling it and came back to my air. I wanted to start touching him again right away and I almost did but Rocky did two things that stopped me. One, he said “Wait Grace, Temperature.” Second, he just flew past me and found a wall to mount the mirror on and got to work attaching it there.
But I had to ask, even if I had my suspicions. “What’s that for, Rock?”
“Now… when Rocky take care of Grace… make my Grace feel good good good… Rocky want to hold Grace, but also want to look at Grace eyes, make this to look at Grace eyes. While still holding, my Grace like, question?”
“I don't think I understand…”
“Grace not need worry, Grace not need understand. Rocky take care of Grace. Rocky will show Grace.”
He fiddled with the mirror a bit more, and made sure it was fixed on well and wouldn't fall. When he was done he stood up straight, looked at himself a little, probably thought how making something for me, for us? Had made him work almost carelessly. In his underclothes. No jumpsuit, shoes barely on. He pushed his hair back then looked at me. He walked toward me and grabbed my arm and dragged me in front of the mirror. He took my face and forced it away from his, made me look at myself in the mirror. “Grace… see Grace eyes, question?”
“I see…” he pulled my hair back then shoved me to the front again.
“Grace… sees…”
“What Grace see, question?”
“Grace sees Graces blue eyes, Grace sees how much Grace wants Rocky to take care of Grace.”
“Rocky see same thing. Grace need Rocky. Grace only feel Rocky once but already need again… How Rocky have such strong effect on Grace, question? Such fast effect, question?”
“Rock… strong it may be, but fast it is not. I've had feelings for you for a long time. They hadn't started when you came into my atmosphere, they hadn't started when you came back onto the Hail Mary, they hadn't started when you saved me even… they grew steadily from the second I sa- the second Grace saw you. Grace means it Rocky… I thought it was crazy almost immediately, this… not human, but looks so much like one. He’s here to save his star, his home, just like me. He must be an amazing person. A brave one. A strong one, a smart one. And as I did get to know you I- Grace learned that you are that, and so much more. All of what I said, as well as an amazing engineer, and a great companion, a great friend. I can't tell you the exact moment I fell in love, but it happened, just naturally. A while ago. I felt love for you for a long time. It broke my heart when we left one another. And don't get me wrong, my heart aches that I wont see earth anymore, probably ever, but a part of me was so overjoyed I'd get to see you again. And take you back to Erid and see your home, even just be around you for a few years more, any more time with you would make me happy. And you being like this with me, indulging me, playing with me, making me feel good… it’s… it makes me so unbelievably happy. I had never imagined myself like this with anyone… You're unbelievably special to me.”
“Now Grace look at Rocky eyes…” my eyes settle on his hypnotising brown eyes.
“What Grace see, question?”
“Grace sees the most beautiful pair of eyes Grace has ever laid eyes upon. Eyes that Grace wants to look at for hours. Eyes that make Grace feel complete. Eyes that make Grace unimaginably happy. The eyes of the one person I feel I can really be myself with. The one person I have all the faith in the world for. The one I know will do everything in his power to take care of me.“
“Grace not say most important part.”
“What is that?”
“Love… Grace not see, question?”
“Does Rocky see…? In Grace eyes? Love?”
“Rocky see in Rocky eyes, love for Grace.”
“Grace sees in Graces eyes… love for Rocky…”
He turned my face to his. Looking directly deep into my eyes. He let out a small laugh, “Rocky see.”
“Grace see.”
“Perfect…“ He pushed his lips onto mine and turned my body to his, immediately groping at me and pulling me up to him, my legs wrapped around him. Apparently I closed my eyes, I just can’t control myself with him. He bit onto my bottom lip. “Grace… Grace… eyes on Rocky…”
I open my heavy eyelids and see him brighten up when our gaze meets. His arms hold onto my legs more firmly, pulling me closer, his arms too pull me so so closer to him, almost crushing my body against him. I’m so close to him, my own arms wrap around his neck and hold him so close to me, as tight as I can.
I love this. I love him. The contact, the touch, the connection. It’s all perfect thanks to him.
When he does push me away I’m distraught but only for a second as he brings his arms to take my shirt off, my own arms scramble from his neck as I let him strip the shirt off me.
He brought me to the already pulled out dormitory bed, set me down and released his hold on me. He almost looks a little delirious as he takes off his own undershirt and while his hands are off me he takes the underpants as well, which comes as a little disappointment to me as I want to be the one to take those off him.
It doesn’t even matter though, my hands don’t move. I just stare at him and his exposed striking body until he puts a hand on my chest and pushes me down onto the bed, laying me down. His other hands grabbed onto my underwear waistband on both sides of my hips. “Rocky can take this off, question?” he sounded just audibly enough for me to hear.
“Yes, yes please…” I lift myself off the bed for him as he pulls them off slowly.
After the garments are off he grabs onto my legs and spreads me open, fully on display for him, I can’t help but feel exposed, but as long as it’s him, I couldn’t care less.
Rocky is holding my legs apart by the knees with his lower arms, his face and his upper set of hands are near my center and starts leisurely exploring the most intimate part of me, one hand spreading my labia apart, the other gently brushing one finger along my swollen clitoris, it’s barely anything, feather light touches, but he isn't trying to pleasure me right now, he’s just looking. Maybe learning, or maybe teasing me.
“So beautiful… Grace beautiful… My Grace beautiful…”
“Mmm Rock… you're more beautiful…”
“Organs here pulsing, and leaking much much fluids… so beautiful…”
“It’s because I need you to touch me, Rock…”
“Mean ready to mate, question?”
“Yes… touch me…come on…”
“Am touching.”
“More…”
“How more, question? Tell Rocky…”
“R-rub or stroke the… part that sticks out… and maybe… put a finger… or two… inside me…”
Rocky very very lightly brushed one of his long fingers along my entrance “Here, question?”
“Mmmm yes… please…”
Rocky inserted one finger into me slowly, agonizingly slowly. “Grace so soft inside…”
“Oooooh gosh” I breathe a sharp breath through my teeth. Rockys knuckles make contact with me, his finger reaches deep into me and after I softly moan at the feeling of being filled, even if not as much as I can be, he starts to slowly circle his finger inside me, feeling all around my walls. “My Grace feel perfect…”
“You’re making me feel good Rock… feels so good…”
The hand that was spreading me now grabbed onto my aroused clitoris with his thumb and pointer finger, instead of just light touches, he now strokes it, as much as he can, these strokes are also slow. All the things he's doing now are slow, slow, slow.
“Grace like this, question?”
“Yes… want more… so good…”
“More…”
Rocky puts another finger into me, I let out a dragged out moan as he used the two fingers to pleasure me, pushing into me then pulling out, each time a little faster.
As I was rocking my hips into his touch as much as I could while he held my legs apart and letting little groans of satisfaction leave my mouth Rocky shocked me by saying “Grace… Grace be quiet now…”
“What? Why?”
“Rocky want to hear only Grace hole sounds now…”
I held myself back from releasing any sounds and tried to listen to what he wanted to hear. And I did, I heard that with every quickening stroke of his fingers into me a loud squelching sound came from me, it's so obscene and perverted and he wants to hear it.
I try to hold my sounds back but the feeling of his hands on me and inside me is only getting better and better, I have to move my hand up to my mouth to keep myself from letting them out.
“My Grace so good… sound so good… Rocky love sounds Grace body make… so beautiful… Grace is perfect… perfect… perfect…”
He started to push the fingers up and down instead of in and out and that caused me to make a different noise, a very subtle but wet thump. With his hearing prowess, the sounds were probably more clear to him. I was really struggling to hold my noises back and did moan a little even with my hand over my mouth.
“Amaze, Grace hole sound so perfect… beautiful noise… Rocky love love love noise…”
I can’t help but make a strangled sound, even through my hand at the praise.
“Grace struggle to keep quiet, question? Is okay, Grace can make pleasure sound now. Will be okay with all sounds, Rocky just want to hear only hole sounds for a short time… love Grace voice also…”
I removed my hand from my mouth and let any sounds that wanted to come out, flow out of me.
“Grace sound perfect… Grace pleasure sounds good good good… Rocky make Grace feel good, question? This feel good, question?”
“Feels so good Rock… you’re making me feel so good…”
I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my right thigh, just a bit below my heat, right on my inner thigh. I look down towards the source of the pain and see Rocky biting down on me. I shudder at the sight.
“This leave imprint, question? Rocky tell Grace not to say ‘I’ or ‘me’. My Grace not listen, Rocky show Grace consequence.”
“Jeez Rock… that’s a pretty deep bite…” I can see all his teeth marks on me and the bite begins to bleed.
“Grace body soft… much much much soft, Rocky bite too hard, first time, apology.”
“It’s okay… Grace… likes it…”
A smile spreads on Rockys face “Rocky can bite Grace all over, question? imprint Grace with Rocky bites.”
“Yes Rocky, you can imprint me all ov-” He bit down on the other thigh.
“Oh f-fudge…”
“Grace… why Grace act stupid, question? Grace smart, My Grace very smart. Grace usually know how to follow instructions. Pleasure make Grace stupid, question?”
“I’m sorry I’m-”
He bit me again, a little closer to my center, the sting was delightfully painful. I had to moan and my hips grinded against the fingers that were still working on me.
“Grace say correctly.”
“Grace… is sorry… Rocky makes Grace feel so good… please keep touching Grace like that… feels so good… Grace feels so good.”
“Good Grace, My Grace so so so good for Rocky…”
“Grace is good… good only for Rocky…”
“My perfect Grace…” Rocky removes the hand that was on my clitoris and brings it up, resting it on my upper stomach with the palm facing me “Grace hold Rocky hand.”
I bring my hand down to his and interlock our fingers.
“Grace will be good, question?”
“Yes… yes Grace will be for you Rocky…”
“Good Grace…” He says, then leans toward me and starts to lick at me while his fingers still pump in and out of me.
“Haaaaa oh my god… yes Rocky… feels so- so good…” I can’t help bucking my hips into his face.
“Grace taste amaze…”
My hand holding onto Rockys tightens and the other grips onto his hair.
The way he uses his mouth on me is astonishingly surprising. I would never have assumed an Eridian would have any skill like this, but he works on me incredibly. Licking at me and sucking me, steadily building up my climax.
With my increasing moans he increases his efforts, his licks get more assertive and he sucks more vigorously, all while his fingers continue to work on the sweet spot inside me.
I announce to him I’m about to climax and start repeating “Please don’t stop,”
The euphoric feeling floods and flows through my entire body and I feel as my legs fight Rockys hold on them as the urge to close them overwhelms me. I ride out the orgasm with Rockys help. He removed his mouth from me, but his fingers didn't let up the pace inside me even after I’d stopped clenching around him, he just continued savagely massaging my inner walls, repeatedly hitting the sweet stop inside me. It feels so good, almost too good but I don’t want him to stop, and that’s exactly what I tell him. I continue repeating “Please don’t stop…” again and again, the words become more and more slurred each time.
He indulges me and keeps up his movements. Both my hands hold onto him tighter, I also feel him holding down my knees a little more firmly. He rests his cheek on my inner thigh, right where he bit me and his eyes just watch as his fingers play inside me.
As he continues I feel a much stranger pleasure roll over me and feel a slight gush of fluid come out of me, completely involuntary. The display did make Rocky pause his motions inside me.
“What happen, question? Grace okay, question? Grace leak extra fluid…”
“I don’t- Grace doesn’t know… this has never happened to Grace…”
“Feeling okay, question? Rocky not hurt Grace, question?”
“No no… you didn’t hurt m-… Grace… it… felt good… really good…”
“Good…” He took his fingers out of me and then licked a strip of me all the way from my entrance to the top of my clitoris.
“Rocky wanted to taste Grace again since last time… Rocky think about taste a lot…”
I can’t help but chuckle at the words though I feel slightly embarrassed at the same time.
“Grace can stand up, question?”
“Give me a minute Rocky…”
“Grace okay, question?” He asked, then he started to kiss his way up my body until his face was right above mine, he just stared at me.
“Kiss?” I pout.
He smiles and gives me a light kiss “Mercury limit, Grace.”
“Somewhere else then…”
He kisses my cheek and then dips into my neck, leisurely kissing and licking me as I lean my head back to give him more access to me. He squeezes my hand, and the rest of his hands caress my body, one arm moving up my left side then down my arm and interlocking our fingers, the other two grab onto my waist, lightly massaging me. “My Grace so soft, feel so good, Rocky want to feel Grace everywhere. All over.” He nuzzles his face into my neck. “My Grace is perfect, feel perfect, sound perfect, look perfect, taste perfect… why my Grace so perfect, question?”
“I’m not…”
He bit down on my neck. “No… My Grace is perfect… just need to learn to listen…”
“It’s so unnatural to- …Grace…”
“Grace is smart… will learn.”
“Teach me… ugh… teach Grace…”
“Teacher Grace… want to learn… Rocky will teach my Grace to be good…” he licked up the bite mark he left on my neck.
“Rock… let Grace make you feel good… put more eggs in Grace, Rocky. Please.”
“If Grace ask so nicely… But was already in Rocky plan…”
“Mmmmm good…”
“Eyes on Rocky…” My eyes fixed on his, staring at him through the goggles. His arms crawled under my back, pressing me flush against him and he lifted me up off the bed carrying me with him toward the wall with the mirror, placing me down, then turning me to face the mirror. “Eyes still on Rocky, Grace.” He looked at me through the mirror, moving to stand behind me at the same time.
“My Grace trust Rocky, question?”
“Yes… of course…”
“My good Grace…”
He suddenly bent down a little and grabbed both my thighs with his lower arms and lifted me up, effortlessly. His entirely inhuman strength makes me giddy every time. The way his biology uses metals makes him so unbelievably strong. I don't know what primal instinct it is deep inside me that makes me so feral towards the big vaguely human looking alien who lifts me up like a human lifts up a kitten or a puppy. He holds my legs spread wide apart. “Now Rocky can see all of my beautiful Grace…”
I still did my best to keep my eyes on his, even if I was tempted to look at how exposed I looked for him, but I could just barely make out of the corner of my eye that his ovipositors were making their way out of him. His right upper arm drapes over my shoulder and he instructs “My Grace hold this hand.” My own right hand reaches for his outstretched hand but it’s not comfortable to position my arm like that so I switch to hold him with my left hand.
“Rocky penetrate my Grace now…”
“Can Grace look? Please, Rocky?”
“No. Grace keep eyes on Rocky eyes.”
I feel him entering me, he’s less careful than the previous time but still slow. I struggle keeping my eyes open at the intense pleasure but I do, I watch his eyes carefully as he enters me.
“More Rocky… give Grace more of you…”
“My Grace ask so beautiful…”
I feel him penetrate my rectum as well, the previously unfamiliar sensation now already welcome and pleasurable.
“Oh my gosh Rock, you feel so good…”
“My Grace feel perfect… Make Rocky feel good good good…”
“Just use Grace Rocky. Be rough, hard, fast, I don’t care, just use me Rock…”
He bites down on my shoulder, really hard. I moan really harshly at his forceful bite and close my eyes at the same time.
He bites down harder and tugs at my hair with his last free hand, pulling my head to the left. When I open my eyes back up to look at him, his mouth lets go of me and he teases “Grace Grace Grace… being bad on purpose, question? Want Rocky to bite Grace, question?”
“Mmmm Rocky…”
“Yes my Grace… No answer, question?”
“Feels good when you bite Grace… You feel so good inside… want more… please… please give Grace more… want to feel more of you…”
I feel Rocky bury his face into my neck as another ovipositor enters my vaginal canal, stretching me out, but making me feel nice and full at the same time. Another ovipositor slithered its way up my chest and neck then nestled itself inside my mouth, the thick slimy texture and the otherworldly taste welcome on my tongue again. I greedily sucked on it and hummed happily at being filled in another way, at being used by him.
My free hand flails backwards to touch him, I crave feeling him on me, regardless of how much contact there is between our bodies. My whole back is flush against his chest, his lower hands garb a significant portion of my thighs and we’re holding hands, not to mention how much his ovipositors touch inside me and the one that wriggles along my upper body. My palm smacks into the arm holding me up, I find a grip on him and stroke up and down his arm, just feeling the skin on him and the subtle textures of his markings.
Rocky starts to make a consistent low thrilling sound as I work on his arm.
I feel his last ovipositor continuously warping itself down around my hoisted left thigh until the pulsing tip reaches the back of my bent knee, then it rubs itself back and forth in the crease.
He’s finding different ways to use the entirety of my body to pleasure himself.
I love it. His hands touching me, and his ovipositors touching me, inside me or outside me, covering me in the slick substance of him or filling me up with it.
“My Grace make Rocky feel much much much pleasure, my perfect Grace was made to pleasure Rocky, my Grace so good good good.”
His last free hand creeps between my legs and he starts to stroke my tumid clitoris. The pleasure he adds is so intense I struggle to keep looking into his eyes.
“Rocky need to feel my Grace inner muscles contract on Rocky… need to feel my Grace orgasm on Rocky… need to feel my Grace feel great pleasure thanks to Rocky…”
His words sent chills all through my body. I'm astounded he can say things like that to me, such dirty words, with only what we have mutually said. And his words are about me no less, said to me. Just me. I find myself wondering how dirtier words sound in his language.
He let out something akin to a groan then smiled and began talking again. “My Grace… Rocky love Grace… love love love…” my eyes tear up. “My Grace… perfect… love Grace much much much… Grace take Rocky perfect… Rocky want to make Grace feel good…”
Something suddenly overwhelms me. I don’t understand what comes over me. Even though our gaze never broke, I was feeling more and more like I can’t handle his eyes on me, or maybe I can’t handle my eyes on his, I’m distraught, but I can’t explain why. I feel tears flow down my face. Definitely not tears of pleasure. I close my eyes. “Grace, question?”
I feel Rocky halt his movements inside me. The ovipositor that was in my mouth exits. My hand on his arm leaves and comes to cover my face, Smushing my glasses into me. Sobs and whimpers leave me. I have a hard time breathing normally.
“Grace okay, question? Rocky hurt Gra…” His voice becomes muffled. I can just barely hear a few individual notes but I can’t make out the words they’re supposed to mean. I feel him trying to separate our laced hands but I don’t want him to let go of me and I clamp on his hand harder.
His ovipositors exit me entirely. He carries me and sets me down to sit on my bed, the edge of it, I think. He maneuvers himself around me so he still holds my hand but is now facing me. I feel one of his hands rest on my cheek, where my own hand doesn't cover. I have this inexplicable urge to hide into myself, hide from everything, but I don’t want to hide from Rocky, so I just move my hand under the glasses, hiding only my face. His other two arms rest on my waist gently.
I still hear muted sounds from him, they might be frantic but I can’t hear them well enough to be sure. I need to explain myself to him, even if I don’t understand what’s happening. I try to breathe, or control my breathing, step one to talking. After a few attempts I feel myself succeed at taking a pretty shaky deep breath, I keep trying and it gets a little better with every breath. Once I can keep up with taking consistent deep breaths I tell myself to count to ten. Just like I would do many times with my upset kids.
One… Two… Three… “Grace hear Rocky, question?” Four… Five… Six…“Grace, Rocky very very very worried…” Seven… Eight… Nine… “Grace feel pain, question?” …Ten…
But I don’t feel calm yet… I’ll try again, I can’t think of anything else to do…
One…
Two..
Three…
“Grace, please say something…”
Four…
Five…
Six…
“What happen Grace, question?”
Seven…
Eight…
“Please Grace… Rocky scared Rocky hurt Grace…”
Nine…
Ten…
One more steady breath, in and out. I feel a little better. I slowly open one eye and peek through my wet hand. Rocky spots my action right away and tilts his head to look at me.
“How can Rocky help Grace, question?”
“I’m sorry…” The words just barely leave my mouth.
“Grace not need be sorry… Grace okay, question? How can Rocky make Grace feel better, question?”
“I’m sorry… thank you… maybe… some water… please…” I whisper.
“Yes! Rocky get water for Grace…”
His arms leave my waist and my face, but I still hold onto his hand. I want water, I trust that that will be all he does when he leaves, but I don’t want him to leave.
“Grace, Rocky will be right back. Promise.”
I reluctantly let go of him and watch him run off somewhere, he can’t say ‘water’ in any human language and have Armando hand him some water for me. He’s probably looking for any water I left sitting around the ship.
I’m grateful. I can’t bring myself to say anything loud enough for Armando either. I’m happy to have Rocky here with me. I need him now more than ever. I don’t understand what happened to me. I don’t know how to explain myself to him. How could I? If I myself have no clue. I just hope he’ll accept that.
As I wait for him my hand does a crummy job at wiping my tears away and adjusting my glasses, then I let it fall to my bare thighs.
I hear his steps come back into the room. I notice his ovipositors all retracted back into his body. He takes my right wrist with one of his hands, hands me one of my discarded water bags that still had some water in it and holds my left hand with another hand. The last one rests on my knee.
“Thank you.” I manage to croak the words out and I bring the water sluggishly to my mouth. I see him deliberate for a second but he closes his eyes and turns away from me as I drink, but stays near me. Weird how either of us using our mouths during these entanglements is no problem for him but seeing me actually consume something is still something he’s uncomfortable with.
I drink a few small sips, it’s all I can manage right now, my arms feel so heavy. I set the bag down beside me. I wait for him to look at me. When he does he can’t help but ask again. “Grace hurt, question? Rocky hurt Grace, question?”
“No… you didn’t hurt me Rock… actually everything you were doing felt really good… I don’t exactly understand what happened to me… something emotional… or mental… I’m not sure… I’m sorry for worrying you…”
“Rocky can hug Grace, question?”
“Yes… I’d like that… a lot…”
He wrapped all his arms around my torso and brought me close to him. He holds me tight and all I want is to do the same but my body feels so lethargic. I just hold him as much as I can and nuzzle my face deep into his neck.
We sit there just like that, as I gain a little more strength I hug him a little tighter, when I do I hear him make a quiet sound, something I’ve come to realize is similar to a human sigh.
I don’t know how much time passes but eventually he says “How Grace feel now, question?”
“I feel better… a lot better… I can’t thank you enough for… understanding…”
“Rocky no understand… Just care for Grace… fragile human… worry worry worry… much concern Rocky hurt Grace…”
“Well I can’t stress it enough that you didn’t hurt me… physically… I don’t know what caused my… other… pain…? I don’t know what to call what happened…”
“What Grace want to do now, question?”
I think about it. I don’t want to just leave him… unsatisfied… I don’t know how it feels for Eridians but I’m sure it’s not fun to stop in the middle and not get anything out of this… but I can’t continue right now. I don’t think… Maybe… Maybe I can be okay with him just using me for a little while… But I have a sneaking suspicion he won’t agree to that… even if I have said things like ‘use me’ to him already.
“Could we… continue after I get some rest? Would that be okay?”
“Yes my Grace… anything my Grace need… want to rest alone or with Rocky, question?”
“With you… Please…”
“Of course my Grace…” Rocky picked me up and went to lay down on the bed with me on top of him. I want it the other way.
“Rock? Could you lay on top of me but not crush me?”
“That is what Grace want, question?”
“Yes…”
“Anything for my Grace…”
He turned us around and laid me down on the bed first, letting me get comfortable. “Grace ready, question? Rocky heavy compared to Grace…”
“Yes Rock, I want to feel you on top of me, I like the heaviness…”
He climbed onto me, his lower arms were holding him somewhat off of me while his upper arms went up, his forearms resting on either side of my head, fingers tangling into my hair very very gently. I then slotted my own arms in the gap that now existed between where all his arms sprouted from his torso. I held him close, pulling him more and more into me, causing him to press more weight onto me. He was careful, seeing slowly just how much he could relax onto me without grave consequences.
As he pressed himself onto me I felt myself now truly calm down, I released a happy sigh and told him. “Feel better already…”
“Happy happy happy… my Grace tell Rocky everything Grace feel…”
“I feel like I just want to cuddle for a bit…”
“Yes, okay…”
I held onto him tighter and he placed his face in the crook of my neck. I hear him take a big sniff, I don’t know if he can even smell me with the tube in his nose, or if he was even trying to smell me at all, but it feels nice regardless.
I stare at the dome above the bed and try to come up with a reason for my crash out. I wasn’t overstimulated physically… or sexually… I can confidently say I was very much enjoying all the bodily sensations that were happening. I think about what was going on right before I started to feel weird… the only thing I can think of that seems even the slightest bit curious to me is Rocky saying the word ‘love’ during our entanglement. Could that be it? But he already said he loves me, and I said that I love him… and I had no problem with that when we did. I don’t have any problem with that. I love him. I know I do. Then why would those words cause me to have such a reaction? I’d even say such an excessive reaction. Maybe I should experiment?
“I love you Rocky…”
“Rocky love Grace very very very much.”
I feel fine. Great even. In fact his words make me happy and giddy. Nothing unreasonable.
I let my mind keep analyzing, keep thinking if anything else could have triggered my inordinate response…
Maybe the harsh bite? But that was a while before and he bit down on a much more sensitive spot way earlier and nothing happened… I still want to see if that could be it…
“Rocky?”
“Yes my Grace…”
“Could you bite me? Like pretty hard… please?”
He doesn’t look up at me, I just feel him bite down, hard, but not as hard as before, right where his lips had been resting while his face was buried in my neck.
You’d think I’d yelp or cry out but no, I moan. It feels really good. “Harder…”
His jaw tightens around my neck a tiny bit and one of my hands leaves his torso and flies up to grip him by the hair to keep him there.
He releases his teeth's hold on me and says “How Grace feeling, question?”
“Better… I’m just trying to find out what caused my reaction…”
“Experiment… Grace always scientist…”
A thought pops into my mind. It’s just a hypothesis but maybe it was him touching the crook of my knee?
“Rock, could you try touching the back of my knee?”
“Anything, Grace…”
One of his arms leaves my head to replace one of his lower arms to steady himself from crushing me and the latter reaches down and slides under my knee and touches… just that, a touch, well I should have been clear. “Move your hand a little.” He complies.
I don’t feel much of anything. Sure, him touching me at all feels good, and this particular touch doesn’t make me uncomfortable in any way.
“Maybe try with an ovipositor?”
“What that, question?”
“Oh sorry, one of your mating… organs…”
“Oh… okay…”
I couldn’t see anything happen but I felt his hand move away and waited… then more… more…
“Rocky?”
“Yes my Grace…”
“Are you going to…?”
“Yes… Rocky just… need some time…”
“Oh…” I fail to hide a small smile. I hadn’t even considered that Eridians need to prepare themselves to utilize their ovipositors. “Would it help if we kissed?”
“Grace consume too much mercury…”
“Come here…”
He returned to his previous position but this time he held his face above mine.
I held back a laugh as I said “Don’t move.” I stop hugging him and bring my hands to hold the sides of his neck with my thumbs resting on his jaw.
For a minute I just look at all his features, first I notice how when we’re… intimate… like this… he’s much less expressive. All other times his face contorts and shifts and moves all the time as he expresses his feelings and words almost identically to humans, and he is generally very expressive, smiling wide with his mouth open revealing dimples in his cheeks. He also usually talks with his eyes a lot, opening and narrowing them as he sees fit and having them move all over from my face to his work to the walls, just letting them explore around while he still has complete control over any work he’s doing. With me now, he keeps them as much on me as possible, if not on my own eyes then any other part of my body. I really don’t think I’d noticed any time, in just our two times we’d been together, where his eyes weren't on some part of me. His eyebrows raise when he talks and he would also touch his face or glasses when he is in his atmosphere talking to me, but when he’s here he doesn’t do most of those things. His face becomes almost stoic and it definitely feels like he makes a massive effort to keep as much of his touch on me instead of himself, or fidgeting. That I do like, but it still feels like it’s slightly off for him, like he’s trying too much to be something different for me, when I like him for who he is regularly.
Maybe he also has some nervousness being around me in this way, and I’ll see him go back to himself as our intimacy develops.
“I love you Rocky…”
He begins to speak but I shut him up with a closed mouth kiss, I hold myself on his lips for as long as I can, then when I leave he starts again and I do it again. This time when I leave him I say “I said ‘don’t move’ that includes moving your mouth.” I get the sweetest reaction from him. He actually gets a little shy and darts his eyes all over the room, he can’t look me in the eyes! I can also see some faint color rise on his face. Oh my gosh he’s adorable.
I smile wider and wider at his reaction to me until I can’t help it and I burst out laughing. This does make him look at me, I notice only when I take a peek at him as I laugh and that only causes me to laugh harder. I keep opening and closing my eyes as I laugh and his dumbfounded expression keeps being funny to me. I just know he wants to ask what’s making me laugh so much but he also wants to listen to my request of ‘no talking’, and that too has me cracking up.
Between chuckles I start peppering his face with kisses just like he had done to me not long ago. Unlike him I’m sporadic, I kiss a different spot every time. I move his face around to get everywhere. Temples, jawline, each side of his nose, his cheeks, forehead, then I kiss around his mouth in a circle and finish off with a one last big kiss on his beautiful full lips.
I look at his stunned eyes through his goggles and keep giggling. I barely manage to get words out but I croak “You can talk now.”
He stares as I’m giggling for a while then quietly asks “Can Rocky move also, question?”
I snort and answer “Yeah.”
Now he attacks me with kisses all over my face, making me laugh even harder. I keep moving my face from side to side but he just plants kisses wherever he can. He grabs my face to steady it in front of his own, staring into my eyes he says “Thirty seconds…” then kisses me hungrily, shoving his tongue into my mouth, I accept this with absolutely no resistance, I hug his neck and close my eyes, letting our mouths play together until he just leaves, I have no doubt exactly 30 seconds passed, just as he allotted, but I’m still sad, he just feels so good on me. I grew fond of his metallic taste.
He moved to my neck instead, where he can kiss me free of worry, and I began to feel a lot of moisture between my legs. Yeah some of it was mine but most of it was Rockys ovipositors coming back out and slicking up my inner thighs.
One went to the back of my knee and rubbed itself back and forth. Rocky stopped his work on my neck and asked. “How does that feel Grace, question?”
“Hmm… fine, I guess. Not bad, that I’m sure of.”
“Good good good… Grace… want to mate now, question?”
“Yeah… I want to…”
“Feel okay, question?”
“Yes. I am feeling good now. Trust me Rocky.”
“Good good good… Can Rocky stand up and hold Grace, question?”
“Same as before?”
“Is okay, question?”
“Could you… we… maybe uhhh, flip? Me? Like you hold me up, yes, but face to face?”
Rocky gets up and immediately works on picking me up. His strength keeps being such a turn on for me. He lets me get slightly adjusted, I wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. His own lower arms hold me up by the buttocks, and his upper ones keep running up and down my back.
“Grace feeling okay, question? This position okay for my Grace, question? Rocky can penetrate, question?”
“Yes, I’m okay. You can go inside me…”
“Good… good Grace…” I feel him enter me, just one now, he’s so gentle, unbearably gentle. I know I lost it a bit before, but I feel much better and I like it when he’s rough with me there. And I want to be really, truly filled by him.
“Rocky, go hard, be harsh, I can take it, I promise.”
“Rocky does not want to hurt my Grace…”
“Rocky, I promise I want it, and I promise if I feel bad I’ll tell you right away.”
“Grace…” He ponders a bit then continues “Rocky will not penetrate Grace mouth. Grace immediately say if anything feel bad. Grace keep eyes on Rocky all the time. And Grace talk as much as Grace can. Grace agree, question?”
“Yes, I’ll say if anything feels bad, and I’ll keep my eyes on you, I promise. I’ll do my best with the talking…”
“Good Grace… if my Grace can’t talk, make pleasure sound…”
He gets assertive, just how I like. He pushes two more ovipositors into me, one into my vaginal canal, stretching me nicely around him, and one into my rectum, where he does something a bit unexpected and forcefully traces around in circles a bit before enlarging his ovipositor. A lot.
I stain my eyelids to keep them open but I manage to whisper “Feels good Rock…” I even roll my hips against him. He expands and deflates inside me as I keep moving on him and moaning. After a few more times he stops but surprises me by inserting another one of his ovipositors past my anus.
“Woaaa-aaaa-hhhh… Rocky…. Fff-ffudge so full… You’re making me fe-feel so… so full…”
“My Grace like, question? Feel good, question? My Grace like being full of Rocky, question?”
“Yes yes yes, oh my- my fudging god yes, I like being so… so full of you Rocky, mmmore, gimme more… please…”
“My Grace feel good, question? My Grace make Rocky feel so… so… so ♬♩♩♪ good…”
I groaned, “Was that a swear word?”
“...yes… apology…”
“Don’t apologize… I love hearing your language… your beautiful language…”
“Rocky love filling Grace… Rocky want to feel Grace orgasm on Rocky… Grace can do that for Rocky, question?”
I grind my hips into him more and more, his words get me hot and bothered, my swollen clitoris gets heavenly stimulation as it rubs against Rockys hard body.
“Will you put more eggs in me, Rock? Wanna be full of your eggs… please…”
“Yes my Grace, but first Grace orgasm around Rocky.”
“Want to… I want to… make me orgasm Rocky…”
Rocky took his left upper arm and grabbed onto mine and ran down the length of it then pulled it and interlocked our fingers, and with his right upper arm he ran it up my back and up my neck until he tangled in my hair and pushed our foreheads together. I could just barely see his eyes through his goggles top frame.
Unexpectedly I felt the slimy slick of another ovipositor rest against my clitoris, the tip of it pulsing against the sensitive protrusion. The touch is blissful, absolutely exhilarating, I can’t imagine anything better until he somehow exceeds anything I can imagine.
I feel my clitoris get completely enveloped by the ovipositor slit, the heat and pressure, the tightness and pulsing of the thing around me flood me with pleasure. Absolute ecstasy runs through my body as a crushing orgasm hits me almost instantly. The new sensation ravishes my body. My legs shake around Rocky and I fight to keep my eyes on him but I can’t give it my all due to the ferocity of the orgasm. I close one eye as I moan and sputter “Yesyesyesyesyesyes feels amazing oh my god Rocky yesyesyesyesesssss” I even feel some spit dribble from my mouth. I can’t control my body at all with him ravaging me like this.
“My Grace so perfect, my Grace get so tight around Rocky. Feel so good… inside muscles convulse… feel perfect…”
I breathe heavily as I try to come down from the high, right as I start to get oversensitive he removes the ovipositor from my clitoris, but his pace everywhere inside me increases.
“Rocky… now? Will you fill me up with your eggs now?”
He laughs a bit, groans and adds “My Grace want Rocky eggs deep deep deep inside, question?”
“Yes yes yes! More than anything! Pleasepleaseplease Rocky. Want your eggs deep inside me!”
“Rocky will give my Grace everything Grace wants…” He starts to make inconsistent sounding notes, low and high, long and short, like a broken song. I eat up the sounds, they’re beautiful, since they’re coming from him, and caused by me.
“Grace… ready… question?”
“Yes… Go deep, just like last time… please Rocky…”
“Of course my Grace, anything for my Grace. Rocky want to fill my Grace up good good good.”
“Oh gosh say… Rock… say that again please…”
“Rocky… want to fill my Grace up… good good good…”
“Mmmm yeah fill me up Rock… please cmon want it so bad…”
“My Grace very ready, question? Rocky will be very deep.”
“Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes…” I kept repeating the word until I felt the two ovipositors inside my vaginal canal force their way through my cervix, I half-wail half-moan. The invasive action hurts but feels oddly satisfying at the same time. Not to mention the delightful weight settling inside me, now seven, but soon ten eggs will be nestled inside me.
I feel the skin on my lower abdomen stretch slightly and get excited to feel more.
He pulls out all the ovipositors. The ones that were inside my rectum make their way in through my other hole and deep into me, toward my uterus. The harsh penetration through my cervix burned a tiny bit less but the permeating of his eggs inside had me gasping with satisfaction.
Those two left my insides too, but he still had one last ovipositor that needed to release its egg inside me.
After steading my breathing slightly I muttered “Lay down on your back on the bed… I’ll take care of you… and you’ll already be positioned perfectly for your rest… after you put your last egg in me…”
He only lets go of the back of my neck before he lays down flat.
I position myself so I’m sitting with my legs on either side of his torso, my knees just barely reach the place where his lower arms begin.
I hold onto his hand tighter and he brings his other upper hand up for me to hold. I feel the final ovipositor enter me and sigh happily at the feeling of him inside me again. I rock on his hips again and again as the organ stimulates itself around my walls.
“Grace inside pocket very full… bulge out here…” One of his lower arms rests right over my swelling abdomen. “What pocket name again, question?”
He knows, perfect memory and all, I’ve definitely said the word “uterus” when teaching him about human biology, so I’ll use a different word. “Womb.”
His eyes narrow and he smiles, he rubs over me more and more then adds his other hand. Feeling his own eggs inside me .“My Grace say again for Rocky. Maybe say… pocket is full of Rocky eggs… Grace can say for Rocky, question?”
He likes how the word sounds, maybe he could read my mind and knows it’s a slightly less clinical term and more of a casual term, I can’t bring myself to call it a dirty term, but I’ll say what he wants if it makes him happy, if it sounds good to him, if it makes him feel good. He quietly adds “...and say ‘Grace’...”
“My womb… is all filled up by Rockys eggs. MY Rockys eggs. Rockys eggs are filling up Graces womb so well... Making Grace feel all good… all nice and full… I love being so full of Rocky… I love how Rocky fills his Grace up.”
A few erratic notes sound from him and he practically wails out his words. “Rocky fill my Grace up good good good. My Grace look perfect full… want to fill more and more…” I feel his movements inside me speed up and the ovipositor itself inflate. He sputters a few more notes then exclaims “Egg coming fast… my Grace ready, question?”
“I’m ready… I want to feel it…”
“My Grace look at Rocky eyes, question?”
“Yes… anything…”
I feel the burst into my cervix yet again and keep steady as I feel the final egg for now, settle itself among its friends inside me and my abdomen juts out just a little further.
The ovipositor leaves my insides slowly, the somewhat limp drag of it exiting me feels really good.
All of Rockys limbs go limp, the ones on my stomach just drop onto his own then slide onto the bed, the ones I am holding just get loosen their grip on me and get really heavy in my hands but the abruptness of the feeling makes me grip him harder and lift his hands to keep them with my own. They’re heavy, but I love the feeling of them on me, anywhere, but especially holding my own hands, so I make an effort to keep them with me.
His face, his expression, he looks so happy and satisfied, a crooked smile grows on him as he looks up at me. I can’t help but smile back at him.
Unfortunately, my worry for any bacterial problems that could arise are slightly more important to me right now than looking at him... I know if I just make that short trip to the lavatory to clean up a little I can be more calm and then I could go back to staring at and touching the most gorgeous alien I’ve ever seen.
Again as I get up he says a little shakily “Grace leave Rocky, question?” His eyes following me.
“Rocky, I’m never leaving you.” I raise my eyebrows at him, but when I look a little closer he looks weirdly distressed.
I bend down to be near his face and brush his hair back. “Don’t go Grace…”
I kiss him gently but I need him to understand the importance of me leaving, and just for a few short minutes. “Rock, I’ll be right back. I’m just going to the bathroom. It’s important for human females to urinate after intercourse, even more so when something that went up the waste hole goes into the reproductive one. I could get an infection. I need to take care of myself, it’s just a short little bathroom trip, I promise.”
“Grace…”
“It’s just like when you got me some water. I’ll be right back, Rock. I promise you.”
“Stay… stay with Rocky… Grace… my Grace… please…” He’s making a serious effort to lift his arms and grab onto me. It pains my heart to see him so desperate for me to stay with him. I take his hands in mine and he immediately relaxes.
“How about this, I’ll go as fast as I can and when I get back I’ll tell you something fun about humans. I can’t promise much, I’m not an expert, but I remembered it after I first got to hold your hands.”
He thinks for a few seconds then asks “My Grace promise, question?”
“Yes, absolutely. I promise Rocky.”
“Okay… if my Grace promise…”
I lift Rockys hands up as much as I can, they’re heavy and he’s too weak to bring them up to me right now. When I can’t lift them any higher I lean down toward them and kiss the back of each hand of his. When I look at his face, his labored smile is so heart melting. I need to see more of this stunning smile. I maintain eye contact while I kiss each of his knuckles, the kisses have him giggling, it’s so stinking cute I just keep kissing every part of his large diligent hands.
I stop myself though and put his hands down softly. “No… Grace… more…” He pouts.
“Rock… my dear melodist… my sweetest harmony… I promise, I’ll be right back…”
My words make him happy but he’s still begging me to stay by his side, probably wants me as close to him as I can manage, I can read it in his eyes.
“Time me. If I’m not back in 180 seconds, I’ll do anything you ask…”
A smirk comes back onto his face and he starts “...one… two… three…”
I quickly make my way to the bathroom, on the way I start debating with myself about whether I want to beat the clock or not.
As I pee I decide I don’t. I want to give him a treat, whatever he wants. But he’s much better with time than me. “How much time do I have left Rock?”
“58 seconds…” He answers as I wash my hands, I take my sweet time, probably washing my hands more thoroughly than I usually do until I hear him again.
“Grace, question? Five seconds left…”
It may be a little mean, with how much he wants me by his side to tease him this much but I have a tingling feeling he’ll forgive me.
When I enter the dormitory, just a few seconds after my own time limit, he’s looking right at me. He was probably staring at the entrance the entire time. “My Grace… Why take so long, question?”
“Maybe I just wanted an excuse to have you boss me around… Tell me what to do…” I get closer to the bed. As he’s… tired… right now, I just want to accommodate him, make feel nice and relaxed while his body recovers.
I run my hand up his stomach and chest then down his upper arms. I see him get relieved at me just being around him and making physical contact with him. “My Grace get closer. Please my Grace… come closer to Rocky… please… please… please…”
“Anything…” I crawl on top of him and hear him giggle as I do.
I make myself comfortable against his firm body, it’s slightly strange, his body is hard almost everywhere, but visually to my human brain his body looks like it should have some very nice give, be soft in the right places, but he just isn’t. I still love, adore, heck, I go crazy for his touch. I want to feel him all over. I don’t care where. Anywhere, with anything, as much as possible.
“My Grace can get any closer, question?”
I giggle. I’m happy the feeling is mutual.
“Have you decided what you want me to do?”
“Rocky will save benefit for something special.”
I suppress a laugh but make something clear “I do my best to listen to what you want me to do anyway.” I look at his face and add “I should have offered the opposite, that if I made it back in time you had to do whatever I wanted.”
He smiles wide. “My Grace tell Rocky human thing, question? Something about hands, question?”
“Yes! I just have to say I’m not an expert… most of what I know comes from what I remember from my roommate back when I was in school.” I lift my left hand and hold it open a little ways away from his face, with my right hand I point at the left one and trace the four palm lines I can say anything about, the ones my roommate read for me. “Some humans believe you can find out about a persons personality, future, love and fate through the lines that are on your palm.” Rocky looks intently at my palm when I say this.
“I personally don’t know how to read what it says on my palm or anyones but I can tell you what my roommate said about my own palm.” I point to the top line and trace it back and forth. “This is the heart line, it mainly shows things related to emotions and romance but can also be about the hearts health, my roommate said mine is pretty basic, common, ‘content with love life’ that’s what she said, but she noted that because it starts in the middle of my pinkie finger it could mean I’ll find romance only later… in my… life…” I clear my throat and continue.
Now I trace the middle line “This is the head line, shows things about intellect, sometimes showing if someone is more creative or structured. I’m creative, because the line is cured and slopes downward… that’s what she said at least…”
I move onto the other line that flows from above the thumb. “This is the life line, I think it’s mostly physical health if I remember… she said mine shows that I’m strong and passionate…” I turn my hand toward myself and look at it. I remember what she said when she read it. ‘You have a break in your life line, usually means you’ll have a sudden change in your life, way of life or break or start a habit… maybe be forced into a certain position, and have no say in the matter.’
“Grace…”
“Yes, sorry.” I turn the palm back to him and as I trace the line again I decide to not tell Rocky what I remembered, for now, at least.
“The last line I can say anything about… “ my finger follows the vertical line on my palm. “The fate line.” Rocky perks up when he hears the name. “My roommate just said I have a deep line, I’m easily controlled by fate…”
“Maybe Grace fate is to be with Rocky. Go to Erid with Rocky. Save stars with Rocky.”
“Maybe…” I begin running my hands over his upper arms, then move to focus on just his right arm. I lift it with both hands and look at his palm. It means absolutely nothing to me but I still look.
After looking at it, having nothing make itself clear to me. I place that arm above his head and do the same to the left then I intertwine our hands and bury my face between one bicep and his face.
I thought we would stay just like this, but I felt him place his lower arms around me, he made the effort, even if it was labored.
“Rock…” I grumbled down his nape, nibbling at his neck and ear.
“Grace… feel good…”
“Yeah? You like?”
“Yes Grace… more… please…”
I kiss all around his neck and even up his bicep before going back closer and closer to his face. I kiss up along his throat, then the tip of his chin, into the almost imperceptible dip under his lips, then I hold my lips half an inch away from his lips.
“Grace…”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have any mercury today…” I tease.
I feel his lower arms pull me just a little closer to him and his upper hands also strengthen their grip on me, he’s probably using all the strength he can. “Grace will be okay…”
“How much time do you think would be okay?”
“Maybe… forever…”
I laugh at his ridiculousness. “Good joke…”
“Good joke…” he repeats.
“I’ll give us one hundred and twenty seconds, how’s that?”
He says nothing. “Will you count?”
“No.”
I roll my eyes “Whatever…” I kiss him, the taste of him is driving me crazy, I don’t care how much time passes, I certainly don’t time it, I just let our mouths clash and meet us much as I can handle, I may have pulled away one or two times for a breath of air but I came back to him eagerly until he closed his mouth and didn’t let me back in.
“One hundred and twenty Eridian seconds…” He informed me.
I sigh. “Fair enough…” snuggling back into his neck and just utilize my tongue there instead.