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She shook her head, and her vision cleared. Gearon was indeed above her, kneeling beside where she rested on the couch. The giant, blue-haired Mekron Lord looked down at her with tender concern in his violet eyes.

“Ah, pretty Heather,” he said. “I do not think your status is as serious as I feared it to be. That is a great relief to me. How are you feeling, lovely?”

“All right,” she said. “Just a little groggy, but… I guess I slept well. Man, that knocked me out!” the memories flooded back to her, the attack by the Enpathian ships, her hand slipping on the control panel…

“Oh god,” she sighed. “I’m so sorry, my Lord. I know you told me not to touch that panel. Things happened so fast, I didn’t mean to put my hand on there.”

“You took such a risk,” he told her. “But you saved us, yes? Well… You and Jessam, I think.”

“Jessam?” she asked.

He turned his head away as if reluctant to discuss the subject. She decided not to push it.

He helped her to sit up. She was still in her sweaty clothes, wishing she could freshen up.

The interior of the ship was the same as before, the walls still “transparent,” projecting images from outside…

Only now, it looked like there were bright blue-white lights illuminating the outside of the ship. They were underwater, someplace surrounded by dark rock, with no fish or plant life in sight. The rock walls were close on either side of them, as if they were parked in some undersea crevasse.

“Where are we?” she asked. “Under the ocean somewhere?”

“It is the deepest point in your oceans, according to my scans,” Gearon explained. “The trench is cold and the pressure harsh, nothing living down here except for the smallest microbes. But
Astral Tryst
can handle this easily.”

“But are we safe here?”

He shrugged and sighed. “I do not know, dearest Heather. In truth, we should be dead already, if not for you and Jess—“ He stopped, as of catching himself, and looked away for a moment.

“Jessam?” she asked. That name again. Best to get to the bottom of this now…

“Who’s Jessam?” she asked him.

She sensed an “other-woman-ness” in the way he said the name. Maybe his ex?

Please let it be his ex… And not some gorgeous blue-haired wife or girlfriend or whatever.

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, looking genuinely pained.  “She is an Enpathian female, one of their Commanders.  She meant quite much to me, once. But she sided with her people when… things went bad. When they started invading the other worlds.”

Oh, she thought, so it
IS
an ex. And the thought of her causes him pain… But it’s OLD pain, he’s over her but the memories still hurt a bit?

OK, that’s not
too
bad, I guess…

She felt like such a bitch for thinking that way. To ease her conscience, she slid over to him, reached up and stroked his shoulder, then ran her hand down his arm, actually feeling the texture of his massive bicep through his skin.

This isn’t about your conscience now, at all, is it?, she thought.

But it was a damn good excuse to touch him!

“Jessam told the other ships to stop attacking us, I believe,” Gearon explained.

“You think she got them to call off the attack? You sure it was her?”

He sighed again and ran his fingers through his long blue hair. “She has a very old model of ship, yes? Top-mounted exterior hyperdrive unit. Very few still in use. But she likes to… cling to things. I saw her ship there, just before the others all flew away.”

“She’s clingy? Like… umm… stalker-ish? Following you?”

Great,
she thought. I finally meet a pretty cool guy… and he has a psycho alien ex who could read my mind.

But now, running her hand over one of his broad, smooth, hard pecs and finding the cute little man-nipple there with her fingertips, then tracing the line of curling, dark blue chest hair, surprisingly soft to her touch…

She wondered if she wouldn’t put up with a
universe
full of psycho aliens just to stay close to him.

It must be the adrenaline,
she thought.
Intensifying all my emotions and desires.
They said people in a crisis or intense situation often felt heightened attraction towards each other.

And maybe that was part of it, but still…

He looked down at her with very sad violet eyes and stroked her hair gently. “Sometimes, yes, she follows me… Usually just watching from a distance away. But last time, I found her.  I needed information, to try and stop the Enpathians, end their destructive progress. So many worlds at stake! And so I…”

He bent his head, as if ashamed, and she stroked his forehead to soothe him.

“Whatever you did,” she told him. “I’m sure you had no choice.”

“I did not, no,” he said. “But … I
used
her. Forced her body to heights of carnal pleasure until her mind was open to me, and she told me just what I needed to know.”

“Used?” Heather asked. “You mean… you got her to talk with
sex?
Like… interrogation through orgasm?”

He nodded. “I did not like to use a female so against her will, though I do think she did enjoy it. But it left me much regretful.”

Sooo.
He was telling her that he had recently banged his ex-girlfriend solely in order to get information out of her to save the universe.

And that he hated himself for doing it. And now he was depressed about it.

The funny thing was, though she felt a little pang of jealously, she couldn’t be too pissed or let down because… Because she
BELIEVED
him, dammit, one hundred percent.

If it had been any other guy, she would have called complete bullshit on such a statement. But Lord Gearon Teague, she thought… You really
ARE
that damn honorable, aren’t you?

He wasn’t playing games, the guy was as honest as…

But… Wait a minute! 

If that was true, if it
disgusted
him to use a female…

“Whoa, whoa!” Heather exclaimed, and he looked down at her, confused. “You don’t like using a female? What about back there in the cinema, when you forced me onto your lap, thumb-banged my mouth, and dry-humped my helpless ‘splendid bottom?’”

“You were rubbing that bottom all over me, as I recall,” he replied, smiling mischievously again. “Besides, I was the victim there. Completely at the mercy of your…” He looked her up and down again, hungrily.  “Your simmering curves and your haughty, proud beauty. I could not resist. It was only by sheer force of will that I was able to focus on my mission and pull away, before the pleasure went too far. And even then, I could not bear to leave you behind.”

“Couldn’t leave me behind, or couldn’t leave my BEHIND?” she asked.

“Both,” he whispered. “Indeed, beauteous Heather, you have ensnared me.”

He was staring at her now, those big violet eyes so deep she felt she could drown in them.

He’d spoken as if, seen through those eyes of his, she was some divinely beautiful Goddess.

She
wanted
to believe him… But…

“But,” she told him, “you’re some kind of alien Lord, right? You’ve been all around the galaxy, you must have seen some of the most beautiful women… or, er, female humanoids, whatever… I mean, I’ve gotten my fair share of attention from guys, don’t get me wrong. But never any guys who looked like you, right?”

No, never any guys with a towering body of rippling, sculpted muscles… let alone blue hair, and a goofy smile that melts my heart and seems to stop my higher brain functions whenever I see it.

“It’s just…” she continued, “you have to understand, by my planet’s standards I’m considered to be bit …”

“Voluptuous?” he suggested, happily leering at her chest.

“Well… yes. That’s a nice way to put it. The polite term is to say BBW for ‘Big Beautiful Woman.’ But a lot of my girlfriends, and a bunch of the guys I’ve dated, have told me for years that I need to go on a diet… I’ve tried walking for exercise and I’ve lost some weight, but it’s always been so hard for me.”

“You make me
VERY
hard for you,” he told her.

She snorted. “Alien hottie or not, that was a cheap one, mister! But seriously… You know, I really envy those Enpathian females. For their bodies, I mean. Weird, huh? But they’re pale, skinny, graceful… They fit the perfect ideal of beauty on Earth. No wonder we humans welcome them so readily, they were so damn
pretty
. The bunch of them could be in
Vogue
or walking down a catwalk in Paris.”   

“Enpathians?” He chuckled and shook his head. “So thin, so brittle and starved in appearance. Their females do not…
appeal
to me like that. Even when I did care for Jessam, it was her spirit and sensuality that charmed me, but her body… Too few places to hold and grab and caress. I always tried to tell her to increase the daily intake of her nutrient clusters!”

He leaned forward, smiling gently now, and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “But
YOU
, Heather. You are like the females of own world, Mekron. A beauty I thought was forever lost. Your curving shape, your big, proud breasts… your wide hips, your incredible posterior… And most of all your round, girlish face with that little cloud of freckles over the top of the nose. I love those freckles!”  

His last statement was so honest and so… delightfully
dorky
… that it made her laugh.

And while her mouth was open, he leaned down, gently grasped the sides of her head, and planted those sensuous lips of his over her own.

At first, he just moved his mouth over hers, warm and tingling, and she wondered if this was how people on the planet Mekron kissed… But then, he nibbled on her lower lip. His hand moved to the back of her head, and he pressed her lips to his firmly.

When his seeking tongue probed into her mouth, she met it with her own. He seemed to tease her, poking at the tip of her tongue, then dancing around it, under it. He licked the roof of her mouth, traced the inside of her teeth.

Meanwhile, his other hand… the one that wasn’t on the back of her head … massaged her neck, then slipped inside her shirt so that his fingers could trace over her shoulder blades and down the beginning of her spine until they reached the heavy strap of her bra.  

He kept kissing her as he removed his other hand from her head. Quickly and expertly, he reached around her to undo her heavy support bra. She felt it loosen as he undid the clasps. Four hooks and her alien was the only guy who’d never fumbled!

But she was nervous. So damn sweaty from all of the recent running and gunning and flying… And she’d always been conscious about her boobs, the shape of them, the large and (she thought) too-dark areolae and nipples …

Yet she wasn’t about to tell him to stop.

He pulled his mouth away from hers, a tiny bit of saliva still on his lower lip…

His piercing, violet eyes met hers. Then, those eyes dropped down to the sweat-damp curves of her ample breasts, still partially obscured by her clinging t-shirt and the cups of the loosened bra.

He licked his lips. He radiated pure desire, and Heather didn’t feel gross anymore … Without saying a word he made her feel like the sexiest voluptuous vixen in the world—the universe!—in a way she had never felt with any other guy before.

And then, he touched her face, his fingers on her cheek and lips for a moment, then dropping down to her chest, slipping inside the loose cup of her bra to stroke and knead the nipple of her left breast. He tugged on it and twisted it ever so slightly…

He pulled up her shirt and lifted the cup of the bra, bent down, and slurped the erect, brown-pink nipple into his greedy mouth. His tongue lashed around the tender, swollen bud as he suckled it and nibbled at the base of it.

His fervent oral attention to that one tiny part of her made her knees buckle and her pussy start to flow like a river. She reached around him to steady herself, her left hand on his neck, feeling the tightly corded muscle there, her other hand finding his right arm and the hardness of his bicep.

While he suckled her, his left hand glided down to her curvy posterior, squeezing hard and clamping down on her butt cheek through the denim of her jeans in a way that said
I own this ass, baby.

And she
loved
it.

She loved
HIM.

She realized that now. She wasn’t sure how long it had taken… Since the first meeting, at the cinema, or when he’d caught her on the scout bike?

It didn’t matter. At some point, lust and excitement had turned to something
more.

She’d have scolded any friend of hers who’d fallen for a guy that fast. Yet here she was… magnetically pulled to him, yet so comfortable with him it felt like she’d known him for ages.

He made her feel so damn alive again, made her care again—care enough to risk loving him, even though the circumstances were not favorable for their long-term survival.