Better Alive than Dead Ch. 001

Hourly Rate: 110 φ

Preferred Clientele: Avarrian, Tsar-Kara, Terran

A youthful Terran girl appeared, biting her lip and winking flirtatiously. She was no great beauty, but she had a cute button nose, full lips with a piercing and freckles. She had shoulder length pink hair with the left side of her head shaved. It was a common cyberpunk look among girls working in the outer rim. Jack was not instantly attracted to her, but she did have an impressive enhanced bust and a tattoo that ran from her throat down the side of her left breast. Jack was a little curious to know where it ended.

Avarrians on the preferred clientele list though? Strange. Avarrians were an avian species resembling large biped birds. They looked majestic but had a tendency towards excessive arrogance and vanity, seeing all other species as inferior to themselves. Why were these the preferred client of a Terran? Jack could hardly imagine how they would even go about it. Then again, he had never been with an Avarrian himself, so maybe it was just him missing out. Jack made a mental note of that as he browsed through some of the other available girls.

They had a surprisingly large repertoire of girls here, yet Jack had difficulty finding someone that aroused him sufficiently merely from their holovids. He scrolled through a couple of Akarians, Terrans and a single blue-skinned Skamiir, popular for their four sizeable mammary glands, and as he considered going back to Amy, a stunning purple delicacy appeared on the holoprojector.

Name: Quillé

Species: Varsii

Specialties: Fellatio, Massage, Anal

Hourly Rate: 150 φ

Preferred Clientele: Terran, Tsar-Kara

She was a Varsii. A species of violet-skinned xenos from the Dormius system. The girl on the holovid was breathtaking, with perfect bone structure, large eyes, and a noseless face. She was petite of stature, but her breasts were ample and when she turned her well-toned figure, Jack could see that she had a perfectly round bubble butt as well.

He felt his cock throb yearningly for the playful little nymph on the holovid, and with an eager flick of his wrist, he made his choice on the console. It complied with a beep, and a metal blast door opened with a clanking sound.

Jack strode swiftly through a narrow corridor, covered in fluorescent pinkish light, and with metal doors on both sides sporting the names of the courtesans within. He stopped in front of a metal door with the name 'Quillé' on the electronic sign above the door. Jack was about to knock, but the door slid open with a whining sound before he could, and Jack stepped into the warm light within.

In front of him stood the breathtaking Quillé. Her petite lavish body and pretty face were just as perfect as on the holovid outside. She was slightly below five feet tall and wearing thin see-through attire, that did very little to hide her ample perky breasts and her well-toned figure. She looked at Jack and her small mouth, with their full lips, turned into a perfect smile, and her violet skin glowed momentarily with a pinkish hue, normal for the Varsii when they became excited. Maybe she truly did like Terrans.

She beckoned him inside with a slender hand and spoke some words in Varsii. Jack prepared to answer, but he did not hear her soft words translated inside his head, as he would normally do. The translator module in his gauntlet must have broken. Along with everything else, it would seem.

Quillé led him into the small modular apartment, build for efficiency by the mining corporations. As she walked her hips moved from side to side in a mesmerizing manner. Her see-through dress was open at the back, and Jack's eyes ran from the shape of her shoulder blades to the dimples over her perfectly peachy ass. Jack's cock pulsated, as he imagined adoring her marvelous body and soft curves.

They stopped by her large oval bed and the sexy little nymph made a motion with her hand and spoke some soft words. Then she sat down on the bed and looked at him expectantly with her big xeno eyes.

"You just gonna sit and stare," Jack asked with a wry smile.

Quillé shrugged, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

"You don't have a translator implant?"

She shook her head.

"But you understand Terran?"

She shook her head again, blushing.

He laughed, "Alright, straight to business then I guess"

Jack began the process of removing his battlesuit. There was a serpentine hiss of venting air pressure as he removed the metal and plasteel pieces one by one. As he removed the chest piece and unfastened the upper body frame, he winced in pain. The wound that the scythed limb of the Krayag had inflicted on his shoulder pained him. He let the armor pieces drop to the ground in a large pile, and then he crossed his arms and pulled off the black nano-enhanced mesh shirt he had worn underneath the battlesuit. Although the synthetic fabric of the shirt was harder than steel, the Krayag had managed to cut through the fabric, leaving it torn. Some of the fabric was caught in his wound, and Jack grunted as he pulled it off, causing a small stream of blood to run down his chest. The bio-enhanced regenerative tissue of his body had already sealed most of the wound, but it was still raw and red. It would leave yet another scar to his collection.

Quillés big eyes widened, and her little mouth opened in surprise, shaping a little O when she saw Jacks muscular body, which was like a torn and battered canvas of a life on the fringes. He was used to surprised reactions when people saw how scarred his body was. He had been stabbed, clawed, shot, blasted and attempted killed more times than he cared to remember. None had obviously succeeded in killing him thus far, although many had come very close.

Jack continued to remove the lower part of the armor, while Quillé watched him intently. A few times their eyes would meet, and she would look down shyly while swinging her legs back and forth over the edge of the bed.

When he had removed the battlesuit and stood only in his briefs, the beautiful xeno jumped down from the bed, grabbed his hand - her small and slender hand almost completely disappearing in Jack's - and lead him into the bathroom.

The bathroom was standard for the modular buildings commonly assembled on mining stations, with clean surfaces and symmetry. There were, however, a large steam bath in the middle of the room, and Quillé - or the proprietor - had tried to make it less clinical by adding large exotic plants, low nature noises, and romantic lighting. It all seemed very much out of place. Yet, Jack appreciated the effort and novelty of it.

Quillé went in front of him and gracefully slipped out of the thin dress she was wearing, to reveal her exquisite form, and perfectly shaped breasts, which seemed very big on her small frame. Jack couldn't help but lick his lips as a reflex, as the blood came rushing into his cock, making it throb clearly in his black briefs.

She noticed it and blushed slightly. Then she let a slender finger run across the top of his briefs, and Jack's cock throbbed from the tingling sensation. She then took his arm and dragged him towards the bath. He winced a little in pain, and she looked at his wounded shoulder, then she tugged on his arm again, clearly wanting a better look at his injury, her deep lustrous eyes looking him over. He hesitated slightly, resisting the gentle pull of the captivating xeno.

"Walu walu?" she asked in her foreign tongue, motioning to the wound.

"Krayag," said Jack, thinking she probably knew what it was, but still making an embarrassing attempt to illustrate the creature by hooking his arms like a mantis.

"Ooh, Krayagaham," She said knowingly, nodding her little head, and giggling at his futile attempt to replicate the deadly creature. She stepped onto the steps to the bath, and Jack couldn't help but admire the perfect peachy shape of her butt, and he could just skim the glistening lips of her sex. He felt light-headed. It had truly been too long since he had been in the company of a woman. And by the stars, what an intoxicating woman!

Quillé stepped into the steaming pool and sighed with delight as she lowered herself into the water. Then she moved to the edge and looked playfully up at him, while left hand ran the edge of his briefs. Then with a crooked smile, she pulled down his briefs with both hands, to reveal his sizeable throbbing member. She feinted shock while keeping eye contact. Her head was so close to his cock that he could feel the warmth of her breath, which made it grow a couple of inches more, so it almost touched her glistening full lips.

Jack stepped out of his briefs, and Quillé grabbed one of his hands in hers and pulled him gently into the warm water. As he sat down, she pulled close to him, sitting across one of his muscular thighs. He could feel her soft sex against his leg, and her heavy chest swayed close to his face, like perfectly ripe forbidden fruit.

She spoke in a soft velvety voice as she began to run a sponge against his raw wound, and the gentle tone of her melodic voice felt oddly reassuring.

As she cleaned his wound and body, her eyes traversed the entirety of his muscular and marred physique. She seemed perplexed by the number of scars he had gathered throughout his life.

"Tanam kara ori?" she spoke inquisitively while running the sponge over a long scar on his abdomen. Jack looked down on the scar, and up again at her questioning eyes.

"An explosion," he said. "A Dromor fightercraft took out a nearby tank on Teraxus IV, and a large piece of shrapnel impaled me".

She looked at him as if completely lost. Jack shook his head, laughing. "An explosion" he repeated trying to emulate it with his hand. "You know, big boom"

She nodded knowingly "Big bada boom"

The proximity of her naked body, the wet glistening of her purple skin, and the intoxicating scent of her perfume were almost too much for Jack to handle. The naked little Varsii nymph tingled his senses and made his cock throb with anticipation. He let a hand rest on her lower back, and she slid closer to him. With her soft sex on his thigh, and her heaving chest now a tongue's reach from his face. Jack had to muster all his self-control to not ravish her right here in the steaming water.

"Ori?" repeated the endearing alien, putting a slender finger on another old scar on the left side of his chest.

"Gunshot wound" said Jack, not taking his eyes off her. She met his gaze with her deep luminescent eyes and tried to repeat "Guynshoet wuend" she pronounced slowly while running the wet sponge across his chest.

"Ori?" she asked again, this time running her thumb across a long scar on his cheek, but without breaking eye contact.

"Knife wound" answered Jack, pulling her so close that her hot sex pressed against his throbbing cock and her heavy breasts was pressed against his chest "From a man I once called brother".

"Broeth..." the words were lost, as Jack pushed his lips against hers in a deep kiss. Her big eyes widened in surprise, but she answered his kiss passionately, pushing her small tongue exploratively into his mouth. Jack's senses where aflame. His blood boiled, and his cock was like tempered steel. He grabbed her buttocks and pushed her against him, feeling the lips of her sex part slightly on his loaded cock. It was almost too much.

She put a small slender hand on his chest to stop him. "Okirin" she said, panting. But it was to no avail.

Jack needed her now. Every bit of her. Every scent. Every taste. Every sensation. He wanted to defile and possess this innocent-looking goddess and use her as a vessel of his desire.

He kissed her neck and pressed her naked slippery body against his, while his throbbing cock came closer and closer to penetrating her.

"Nakra, nakra" she laughed - a cute melodic sound - and she motioned for the bed in the adjacent room.

Jack didn't hesitate but lifted her by her full and firm ass and carried her out of the steaming pool. She locked her legs around his waist while looking at him intently, her lips slightly parted in anticipation.

Entering the bedroom Jack tossed her upon the bed with more force than he had intended, but she just giggled and bounced slightly, with a glint of mischief in her luminescent eyes.

Dropping to his knees in front of her, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her naked body close.

With his tongue, he began to eagerly explore her naked form. From the cleft between her large breasts and to her navel and groin, skillfully and teasingly evading her now quivering pussy. Meanwhile, his strong hands caressed her supple form, which made her skin pulsate with pink ripples as her petite body trembled with pleasure. His left hand fondled her magnificent breasts, while his right hand caressed her hip, lower back, and butt before resting on her dimples.

With sudden movement Quillé propped up on her elbows and pushed her lips against his, kissing him greedily, and shoving her little tongue inside his mouth. When she was out of breath, Jack lifted the erotic little xeno easily. She squealed in surprise and delight as Jack, with his hands on her smooth ass, elevated her till her small velvety pussy was in his face.

Quillé, knowing what would come next leaned back against the wall, biting down on her index finger while her legs quivered in anticipation.

Jack let his tongue caress her pussy in a gentle stroke that made it tremble. Then he licked her teasingly, alternating the pressure from gentle to firm, covering everything from the outer labia of her sex to her groin and her inner thighs. With experienced ease, Jacks agile tongue made her pleasure mount while his rugged hands explored her body. Caressing her stomach, fondling her breasts, and gently squeezing her stiff nipples. Then he became greedy, and plunged his tongue inside her, which was met with a raw moan of pure pleasure from the trembling xeno.

Like a piglet yearning for its mother's milk or a man lost in the desert drinking water, Jacks' tongue worked tirelessly with an almost childlike eagerness. He could do this forever.

Quillé began to move her hips back and forth, pushing herself against his ravaging tongue. Every thrust of her hips was met with eager tongue strokes, making her inhale and gasp in satisfaction.

As her pleasure mounted, the pink ripples of her skin grew. And with a loud melodic moan, that was like music to Jack's ears she climaxed into a fervent orgasm that sent shivers through her body. Her orgasm lasted a while, but Jacks strong arms held her steady and elevated despite her shivers, while he gently licked and kissed her inner thighs. As her orgasm faded, Jack breathed in some deep breaths before tossing her back on the bed.

He didn't hesitate, but instantly mounted her, and she inhaled sharply as his cock entered her. She was pleasantly tight and as he pushed in the full length, she whimpered slightly, but her eyes looked deep into his before pushing her lips against his in a crushing kiss. He began to piston back and forth with steadily growing force, and she met every thrust with a moan, whimper or small bite on his earlobe, further fueling his already burning desire.

Suddenly Quillé gave him a cute grin with a hint of mischief and with a surprising display of acrobatics and strength, she rolled him onto his back and mounted him quickly, her perfectly tight pussy enveloped his cock like a python swallowing an egg. As she began to ride him fiercely, she placed his hands on her breasts, and he squeezed them willingly, enjoying the feeling of her stiff nipples in the palm of his hands.

Jack was usually the one in control, but he had absolutely no problem giving in to the desires of the raunchy xeno. His sexual abstinence had done little to prepare him for the sexual skills of this deeply erotic woman, and he quickly edged towards climax. Quillé noticed his escalating pleasure, and the pink hue and ripples of her skin increased as she also neared the zenith of an orgasm.

Jack grasped her hips and butt in a strong grip, slipping a single finger into her ass as she was pushed to climax. The feeling of her shuddering spasms and the involuntary clenching of her pussy and ass as she orgasmed for the second time, shoved him over the edge.

With a roar of joy, he climaxed inside her in three long convulsive spasms, that made every muscle in his body tighten. He felt as if he was completely filling the petite nymph with his seed, and he half expected her stomach to bulge out, as what he felt like were uncountable liters of semen burst out inside her. He fell back into the soft bed, exhausted.

Yet Quillé were not done. She rocked her hips back and forth, milking what remained before she dismounted his large cock, and shoved it in her mouth, greedily sucking off his cum as well as her own juices. She kept eye contact, as her head bobbed back and forth on his cock, while her small pink tongue skillfully worked the tip, exploring and caressing every dimple and crevice. The pleasure was so intense that his groin tingled sharply and his toes unwillingly twitched. She sucked hard and deep as if to make sure that he was drained of every last drop, just in case all of it had not been spilled inside her.

Finally, she let go of his cock, leaving it flaccid and wet from her hot mouth. She giggled and smiled broadly before kissing him. Gently at first, then harder until she was out of breath. Then she yawned and laid down next to him, scuttling close like a baby animal seeking heat.

As the petite purple-skinned beauty cuddled up beside him, her leg slung around his waist and her soft breasts pressed against his bare skin, Jack couldn't help but yawn himself, as a deep-rooted fatigue took hold. Quillé said something incomprehensible in her melodic voice as she snuggled her small head into his chest and closed her eyes. Jack slung a muscular arm around her, resting his hand on her thigh, and caressed her soft skin. He knew he should get up and go, as every commenced hour with this goddess came at a premium. However, he felt completely at ease for the first time in months, and as the darkness of the room engulfed him, and Quillé began snoring quietly, he was soon rocked to a deep sleep.