The Degan Incident Ch. 03

I awoke to a heavy feeling of furred muscles being rubbed on my body, pushing me down into the mattress. I opened my eyes to see Bastian on top of me, rubbing his body all over me.

"Bastian," I whispered as a shudder ran through me.

He kissed all over my collar bones and down my chest. His slick, raspy tongue swirled around my nipples bringing them to full attention in seconds.

I gripped his head, raking my fingers through his thick hair while he lathed and sucked my nipples. He moved back and forth between them, working them until they were hard, wet and over-sensitized. Then his head dipped lower and lower. I cried out in ecstasy as his hot mouth surrounded my hard flesh. His head slid up and down my dick as he sucked me slowly and gently, effortlessly taking all of my thickness into his mouth. The things he did with that tongue of his made me lose my mind. Each pull of his mouth brought me closer and closer until I could no longer hold back.

My body began to quiver. I wanted to come in his mouth so bad. I tightened my grip on his head, pushing down with a hint of pressure. "Please," I begged. "Please don't stop..."

My groin contracted and I came hard. He pulled back and sucked on the head as I unloaded my tender nuts into his greedy mouth.

I was barely recovered from my powerful orgasm, but I was ready for more.

"Bastian," I whispered as I tugged at his shoulders. "Let me have you now."

He crawled back on top of me and kissed me, letting me taste the flavor of my own cum on his tongue. His arms snaked around my body and he held tight as he spun us around so that he was on his back and I was on top of him.

He brought his hands to the top of my head and gave a push down. "Pleasure me with your mouth," he growled.

His hands guided me down to his crotch. I willingly moved onto my knees between his legs. I grabbed his enormous shaft with one hand. With my other, I reached down and fondled his balls, cupping them with my hand. I would never be able to swallow his enormously thick ten inches, but I would do my best. I couldn't help but notice that it was already slick and slippery with clear fluid that was leaking copiously from the slit at the tip.

I pulled his foreskin back and forth and watch a stream of pre-cum ooze out. "You leak a lot," I said. I slid my hand down the shaft, then back up, coating it with the slick fluid.

"Yes," he said between pants. "To ease entry... Degans are built... large."

I shuddered at the thought of Bastian entering my ass. "Yes, you are a big man... and very well-endowed."

I ran my tongue through the slippery fluid still oozing from that wide head. Oh, by gods, it was sweet and musky. I took the swollen head in my mouth and flicked my tongue all over.

Bastian used his hand to apply pressure to the back of my head, urging me to take him into my mouth.

"Suck it."

I bobbed up and down while stroking him with my hand and juggling his balls. Bastian's hands stayed on my head and helped guide me to the rhythm and speed he preferred. I worked his large organ steadily and confidently with my mouth, tongue and hands. I felt like I had to unhinge my jaw to get his girth into my mouth, but I'd be damned if I was going to stop before I got my reward. And judging from the groans and grunts spilling from his mouth, I was doing a very good job.

"You are very good at that," he whispered hoarsely.

I kept sucking him, pulling harder and bobbing faster, knowing that he was getting close.

"Devin," he cried out. "I am going to shoot it down your throat. Take it. Swallow my cum."

His fingers tightened and held me so that I didn't have a chance to pull away, not that I would have dreamed of doing so. He grunted and bucked his hips up off the bed as I felt his shaft pulse against my tongue.

Oh, yes, this was it.

As much as I wanted it, I wasn't prepared for the force and volume of his orgasm. He filled my mouth to capacity with the first spurt. The copious fluid was thick and hot and had a salty, but sweet and musky taste. I swallowed as quickly as I could, but a good amount escaped my lips and drooled out down his shaft and over my fingers.

While Bastian came down from his climax, I licked and cleaned his spent organ until there was no trace of his delicious semen anywhere on his body.

I moved up next to the big guy and he turned onto his side to face me. His fingers traced along my smooth jaw and across my bottom lip. He swiped his thumb across my wet chin.

"You are beautiful," he whispered, as he looked down at me as if I was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. A hand glided down my side until it reached my butt. "Skin so soft and smooth... Your eyes, such a pure blue..."

The way he looked at me, his compliments, they practically made me melt. No one ever had told me such sweet things and actually meant them. Looking into his eyes, I believed every word he said. "Thank you, Bastian."

I leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. I flicked my tongue along one of his sharp bottom canine teeth, then the other, which sent a shudder through his body. Pleased with his reaction, I gave him one last quick kiss and settled against his warm body with a sigh.

The corner of Bastian's mouth turned up in a comfortable smile. He was getting good at smiles.

"Can I take you to dinner, little one?"

"Yes. I'm quite hungry despite the fact that you just tried to fill me up," I said with a snicker.

"After dinner, I have a previously scheduled appointment, so I will have to leave you."

"Oh. Okay." I moved away and sat up. I was surprised by the jealous and possessive emotions that bubbled up in me. Before I could stop myself, I asked him, "Are you... are you seeing someone else?"

"No. But... I must attend this meeting."

"I understand. I'm sorry. I'm being silly. I know I only just met you."

Bastian sat up and cupped my chin in his hand. "There is no one but you, my little Devin."

He kissed me sensually, leaving me utterly breathless by the time he pulled away.

"I guess we should take a shower before we go."

"It is not necessary. You are not dirty."

"I smell like... Well, like you."

Bastian licked his lips hungrily as he looked down at me. "Yes. Only other Degan are able to smell my mating scent. And perhaps other species with highly evolved senses of smell."

I frowned. "But I can smell it."

"Yes. That is a surprise to me," he said as he twirled his fingers through the hair hanging over the back of my neck.

"You don't mind me smelling like you then?"

"No. It will let any who come near know that you are mine."

"Oh. Okay." I looked away from him, grinning happily to myself as I bounced out of bed and got dressed to go out.

* * *

I woke the next morning very sleepy, grateful that I had the day off.

Bastian had left the night before after walking me home after dinner, but not before some heavy kissing. I wanted him to spend the night, but he had that meeting.

I stood at the fridge yawning and trying to figure out what to have for breakfast.

The door beeped, indicating a visitor. I wasn't expecting anyone this early in the morning, but my heart-rate increased at the thought of who I hoped it to be.

Nah, it was probably Peri.

I walked up to the door's control panel and saw Bastian through the monitor. Grinning like a fool, I pressed the button to open the door. As soon as the door shut behind him, Bastian scooped me up in his brawny arms and pulled me to him.

I breathed in his scent and felt myself relaxing in his arms. He leaned down and took my mouth passionately and I returned his kisses with equal passion.

"I wanted to come to you last night," he said huskily into my ear. "But it was very late."

"I would have let you in," I responded in kind.

"Am I disturbing you?"

"No. I was just about to make myself breakfast."

"Can I take you to breakfast?"

"Yes. But you don't have to pay for me, you know."

"I know I don't have to, but... It is important to me."

"Well, who am I to stand in the way of chivalry? I accept."

I grabbed Bastian's long chin hairs and gave them tug down while I leaned up on my tip-toes. I planted a firm kiss on his lips.

"Shall we go?" I asked, motioning towards the door with an outstretched hand.

As we ate breakfast, I wanted to know more about Bastian and the Degan.

"So, tell me about the Degan," I said between mouthfuls. "I want to know everything."

"Everything, huh?" he said with a laugh. "Well, we are an ancient race. Historically, we were a patriarchal and militaristic society, but that has changed some over the last few centuries. Only in what would be considered recent history have we opened up to off-worlders. There has even been talk of joining the Union lately, but most Degan do not support it. I don't think it will happen in our lifetime."

"Really? Would others of your kind have issues with the two of us?"

"It is less an issue in the past century. Though many conservatives do not approve."

"Do the conservatives frown on, uh, same-sex coupling?"

"Same-sex pairings aren't that uncommon on my homeworld. It's generally not an issue." He paused for a moment, then added carefully, "They would likely object to the fact that you are human rather than your gender. I have seen Degans take humans or other off-worlders as spouses, though it is still rare."

"Have you ever dated a human before?" I asked. Realizing what I said, I quickly added. "Not that what we're doing is 'dating'. Unless it is. I mean, I would... if you wanted a relationship, that is..." I pressed my lips together to stop from babbling and making a further fool of myself.

Bastian barked out a laugh. "No, I have never dated a human before you."

"What is your homeworld like?" I asked, changing the subject so that I didn't have to think about what his comment meant in terms of our relationship status.

"It is very beautiful. Where I am from, it is lush and green and very warm. I live outside a small town about two hours from our capital city. It is close enough to visit when I need, but far enough away that I can escape from the hectic city life when I am home. My home is near a small lake. It is very peaceful."

"A lake? It sounds wonderful. Sometimes it seems like there's not much green left on Earth. So what brings you here?"

For a split second, he appeared nervous, but quickly neutralized his features. "It has to do with my work. I... really cannot say further."

"Okay. I understand. What do you do for a living, if I can ask?"

"I am a security consultant."

"Wow. That sounds important."

"I find it satisfying."

"Tell me about your family."

"My sire — my father — is governor of the province where I live, where the capital city is seated. My mother is a diplomat, a Degan-Union ambassador. I have a younger brother. He is an officer in the Degan Global Armed Forces. I also have two younger sisters."

"Your parents sound like they are very important."

Bastion lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "I suppose. To me, they are just my parents."

"So how did you end up with a name that sounds so human?"

"My mother. Before she became ambassador, she was a historian. She is quite versed with Union cultures and languages, which makes her quite good at her job. And you? Tell me of your family."

I wanted to be honest with him, despite my discomfort. "I was left at a hospital when I was born. I don't know who my parents are." My gaze slid down to the floor. "I don't have any family. Well, besides my best friend Peri. I count him as family."

Bastian cupped my chin and lifted my head up so that I was forced to look into his green eyes. "Hold your head high, little one. You have much to be proud of. You have made a life for yourself on your own. That is very brave and quite commendable."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and gave him a nod. "Thank you, Bastian."

"Have you never tried to find your relatives?"

"I wouldn't know where to begin to look."

"You could start with your family name and the city where you were found."

"McSmith isn't my real family name."

Bastian frowned, his brows furrowing together. "It's not?"

"No. It's the name of the orphanage that I was sent to. They gave all of us 'John Does' that last name."

"John Doe?"

I shrugged. "It's a generic name for people whose names are unknown. I suppose I should be grateful that my parents left me at a hospital door instead of in a dumpster."

Bastian jaw dropped as he looked at me in shock. His hand moved around to the back of my head and he pulled me forward and pressed his lips to my forehead in a tender kiss.

After breakfast, we stepped back out onto the street. Bastian took my hand in his. I looked up at him and grinned as we walked along the busy sidewalk.

"I would like to spend the day with you, Devin."

"I'd like that very much, Bastian."

* * *

After spending the day at a couple of the tourist attractions near the Spaceport, we had a nice dinner at a restaurant that I would never be able to afford on my own, and then returned back to my apartment.

We sat down on the sofa, and Bastian pulled me down into his lap. I sat between his legs, resting my back against his warm chest. He held me in his arms, just lounging around, full from our wonderful meal. I laid back against his bare chest and I rubbed the soft honey-colored fur of the muscular arms that held me in place.

"So out of all of the things you did today, what was your favorite?" I asked.

"You," he said with all seriousness.

I laughed. "Yeah, I liked it when you did me too, but that's not what I meant."

"The History of Space Travel museum was interesting. It reminded me how young humans are."

Bastian kissed the top of my head. I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent.

"Bastian?"

"Hmm?" He rubbed his nose against the side of my head, inhaling the scent of my shampoo, I suppose. He nipped the top of my ear with one of his sharp teeth and then soothed the sting with his tongue, making me shudder and turning my brain into mush.

"Um... You make me forget..."

Bastian's body jostled me as he laughed heartily. I snuggled back against him and he rested his chin on the top of my head.

"What was it like to have so many brothers and sisters?" I asked.

"My family is actually small compared to the norm. Most Degan families have many children; six to eight is probably average."

"Wow. That's a lot of kids. Why didn't your family have more?"

"My mother had complications during my youngest sister's pregnancy. She was unable to conceive afterward."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Mother and Sire had four healthy children, and my brother and middle sister kept them on their toes. They had their hands full, believe me."

"Hm. I'll bet you were the perfect child, weren't you?"

"Of course I was."

"And so modest," I laughed.

"I had my moments where I gave my parents grief, like any adolescent. In fact, my parents aren't too happy with my being away from home right now, but it is a necessity."

"How old are you?"

"I am 36 in Earth years. My brother Martan is 31. Elia is 29 and my youngest sister Nattie is 25."

"Oh. I figured that you were older than me. I'm 25, the same age as your little sister."

"Does our age difference bother you?"

"No. Not at all. You're not that much older."

"But you grew up with a lot of other children, no?"

"Yeah, but it wasn't the same. It was every kid for himself, you know?"

"You were a war orphan."

It was a statement, not a question, but I answered him anyway. "Yes..."

"Your war with the Mirans was devastating. That is what pushed Earth into joining the Union."

"Yeah. We've spent the last decades rebuilding. We still have a long ways to go, but things are getting better. There were so many orphans at the time... They crammed us into these orphanages and group homes. By the time I was ten, I gave up hopes of ever being adopted."

"I just do not understand. On my homeworld, an orphaned child would be fought over by relatives wanting to take care of him. And if there were no relatives, there are many couples who are unable to have children who would take them in. We have no need for orphanages. Children are to be treasured."

Bastian tightened his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. I may have had a crappy childhood, but at that moment in time, I knew exactly what it felt like to be treasured.

* * *

I saw Bastian almost every day for the next month, after having extended his stay on Earth. He spent the night with me nearly every night. Once or twice a week, he had his mysterious meetings and often times he would have to steal away to make a private call. I did not press him on the subject. I knew that Bastian wouldn't be involved in anything illegal.

Bastian was a very tactile man, something he said was true of most Degans. Even when we weren't in bed, he was always near me, touching me. He liked to touch and in turn, liked to be touched. We would sit on the sofa together and his arm would be around me. He liked to watch the Galactic News Network on my wall screen and I would lean against him and read.

When we went out to the diner, he liked to sit in a booth across from me and trap my feet between his.

I quickly got used to his touch and I craved it when we were apart.

From the very start, I felt a strong physical attraction to him. I quickly grew very emotionally attached to the mysterious Degan and had developed strong feelings for him. I had no idea what I was going to do when his work here was finished and he had to leave. The thought of him leaving hurt right down to my core.

For a while now, I had wanted to take things further with Bastian. As much as I enjoyed the pleasure we gave each other with our mouths and our hands, I wanted more. I wanted to show him how much I cared for him, to take our relationship to the next level. I could tell that he wanted to fuck me, and I had hinted more than once that I was ready. I wasn't sure why he was holding back.

It really didn't make a difference. Because tonight, I was going to make it happen.

"Which star is yours?" I asked Bastian as I looked up into the night sky.

Bastian was holding my hand as we walked from the restaurant back to my apartment. He let go of my hand and lifted his arm and pointed with his index finger. I slid in close and rested my head against his arm to look up to where he was pointing.

He leaned his head down and twirled the end of his finger. "The humans call it Dubhe. Alpha Ursae Majoris."

"Oh. At the front of the Big Dipper."

"Dipper? I thought you called it a bear."

"Yeah, that too. The Big Dipper is the back of the bear, Ursa Major."

"Ah." Bastian tilted his head and stared at the stars that made up the constellation for a moment. "I don't really see a bear."

"Me neither," I smiled. "What do the Degans call your star?"

"The sun."

"Oh," I said with a laugh. "Right."

Bastian took my hand again and we continued our walk.

"Our sun is bigger than yours," he said. "And it's more of an orange color instead of yellow."

"Is your planet warmer?"

"Oh, yeah. It's very warm all year 'round where I live, but it's not humid. We live on the fourth planet of our star system and we have seven major moons, plus several tiny moons. Two of them are quite large, like your own moon."

As he spoke, I smiled at the wonder in his voice. I also noticed for the first time that Bastian's speech patterns had started to mimic mine and he seemed more comfortable with casual, spoken language.

"Wow. It sounds beautiful."

"Of all my travels throughout the galaxy, the Degan sky at night is still the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I admit I may be biased somewhat," he added with a smile. "Still, when I'm lying in the hammock in my back yard, looking on the lake and the reflections of the moons... it takes my breath away every time. Maybe some day you can come for a visit and see for yourself."