Return to Krell

It was impossible to get clean in this environment, it was maddening, and there was some perverse catharsis in becoming as sullied as possible.

She loosed a pained cry as he gave her another, harder thrust, his member boring its way into her sensitive reaches as she squirmed and gasped. She could hear her blood pumping in her ears, along with her ragged breath, her breasts bouncing enticingly as her chest rose and fell rapidly.

Sleethe leaned closer, doubling over in order to bring his long snout down towards her wobbling breasts, his lipless jaws opening and his blue tongue winding forth like a snake. His hot, slimy flesh found her boob, this one painted with a yellow hand print and still glazed with a sheen of his come. He was undeterred, the length of wet muscle curling around the soft globe and squeezing it, her malleable flesh deforming around it as his grip tightened like a boa constrictor crushing its prey. He kneaded the tender breast tissue beneath her velvety fat, the tapered end of his lengthy organ seeking out one of her swollen nipples and beginning to tease it.

Lena was awash in pleasure, drowning in it, as if every ragged lungful of air sent her deeper into her fugue. Her body was scarcely under her control, she felt feverish, mad. All she could do was lie there and endure the throes of her ecstasy, anything more than that would have overloaded her brain.

Her reptilian lover reached the limits of her passage, the heavenly blend of bliss and soreness that only he could provide making her groan like a wounded beast. She braced herself for what she knew was coming, squirming in his scaly grasp as his glans raked against her sensitive passage on the way back out. Another stab of sharp pleasure rocked her as its cruel shape grated against her sweet spot. He didn't even have to go searching for it, there was no finesse or skill required, he was so large and so oddly shaped that he left no part of her untouched.

He paused there for a moment, enduring his own brand of torment as her muscles contracted and clenched around him, milking him in an almost deliberate effort to push him over the edge. He was still sensitive from his last orgasm, she could feel it in the way that he was hesitating, the way that his prehensile tongue faltered as it lapped at her breast.

"Tight..."

Lena was jolted out of her stupor, glancing to her right and realizing that her translator was still attached to her forearm, still activated and listening for input. She had never turned it off after the ceremony, she had been too distracted. Sleethe had never spoken during sex before, not in a way that she could understand. Her heart fluttered as she wet her lips and replied, hoping that the translator would pick up her breathy, wavering voice.

"You think I'm tight? What else?"

He heard the translator as it did its best to approximate his language, the giant reptile taking a moment to parse the phrase. His tongue slid back into his mouth, leaving a wet smear on her bust.

"Smooth, soft," he rumbled in that wonderfully masculine and raspy voice. He planted his tongue on her belly, dragging it up between her breasts and glancing her neck, Lena shivering in delight. "Pale skin is like glass..."

"And what will you do with me?" She prompted, seething with arousal as he sweet-talked her.

"Breed," he rumbled, pulling her closer and impaling her on his thick shaft.

Lena grunted, his sudden movement taking her by surprise, a jolt of pleasure dancing up her spine. He found a pace as she slowly grew accustomed to feeling him moving inside her, his mammoth organ pumping faster and faster as he held her steady with his massive hands. She was like a toy in his grasp, her head rocking back and her breasts bouncing with every thrust. She was practically upside down now, only her shoulders and head resting on the cushions as Sleethe held her hips in the air, the muscles beneath his painted skin flexing as he slid her up and down his shaft.

"Don't stop," she gasped, hooking her legs around his leathery hips in an effort to keep him inside her as if afraid that he might try to escape. "I'm already getting..."

There was a wet slap as his tongue flopped onto her belly, Sleethe bringing his snout down close to her. He was remarkably flexible despite his size. He huffed, breathing hot air on her damp skin, Lena peering up at him as his slippery organ crept lower.

"What are you..? Oh, come on!"

She covered her burning face with her hands as his tongue crawled across her mound, its slimy surface probing between her splayed labia, even as he drove his member deep into her tunnel. He was clumsy, distracted, coating her belly and thighs in his thick saliva as he searched. Lena felt a pang of pleasure so sharp and sudden that it made her heart skip a beat as his smooth organ found what it was looking for, grazing her engorged clitoris like wet silk. He began to lick, matching pace with his steady thrusting, the sensations combining into a blur of ecstasy that forced unbecoming whines and mewls from her lips.

Lena crossed her arms over her face, as if it might somehow dampen the stimuli, reduced to a shuddering wreck as he loomed over her. He drove his flared member as deep inside her as he had ever been, the satisfying ache edging more towards an urgent pleasure with each thrust. His tongue was so warm and smooth, his saliva trickling down her belly due to her odd position, Lena glimpsing flashes of its blue flesh when she dared to take a peek.

It was too much stimulation, she couldn't think straight. It felt like someone was frying her brain in a pan of hot oil. His tongue was too large and too unwieldy to do much besides lather her in drool and glance her swollen clitoris, but every time he managed to slide his warm flesh across her most sensitive anatomy, the pleasure was so stark and powerful that it very nearly brought tears to her eyes.

Her hands shot down to grip his scaly wrists as she felt her orgasm welling up inside her, her body twisting and writhing as if in agony, only Sleethe's hold on her preventing her from wriggling free. Everything was coming to a head. The body paint that marked her so intimately, the warm globs of Sleethe's ejaculate that still clung obscenely to her chest and face, the sweat and humidity that made her skin slippery to the touch. The sensation of his member splitting her open as it dug into her body, tearing at every nerve on its way in and out, the unbearable teasing of his agile tongue...

Her orgasm snuck up on her like some kind of stalking predator. In one moment she was feeling that wonderful pleasure rising inside her, and in the next it was upon her, her beleaguered mind filling with static as her muscles seized and her hips shook. She covered her mouth with her hand, her breath catching in her throat as she bucked, her spine curving as tingling pleasure coursed through her glistening body to lick at her nerves like flames. She forced her eyes shut so tightly that she saw stars, flashes of white light pulsing in her mind like strobes, her toes curling so hard that it hurt. It felt like someone was running an electrical current through her dancing body, her mind taking a back seat to raw instinct, Sleethe holding onto her as she quivered on the end of his cock. The muscles in her belly and thighs were practically vibrating, aching as they cramped, fresh sweat pouring from her skin as her body made a futile attempt to prevent itself from overheating.

All the while Lena's consciousness was lost, the ebb and flow of her pleasure buffeting her, leaving her unmoored and adrift on an ocean of rapturous euphoria. With a blend of fear and anticipation, what was left of her higher functions realized that this was only the first wave, and that more were soon to follow.

They came crashing down on her one after another, each more powerful than the last, her loins pulsing and trembling with the effort. Her cruel wringing pushed Sleethe over the edge too, and he joined her in her drawn out orgasm, one of her shuddering contractions chased by a flood of warmth. His thick member throbbed inside her, Lena cooing softly as she felt him jump and flex, another flood of his hot emission quickly filling her to capacity. With nowhere left to go, it was forced out of her, a delicious fullness adding to the dying embers of her climax as his thick semen poured up her back.

He released her, and she slid off the end of his member, collapsing into the pile of pillows. She writhed for a moment, her fingers moving frantically between her sodden thighs as she eased out another aftershock, her movements burying her deeper into the damp cushions. Sleethe's warm mess was still leaking out of her, no longer plugged up by his thick glans. Lena could feel the syrupy fluid between her fingers as she stroked herself, her afterglow so encompassing and potent that she felt like she was floating.

Her titanic lover dropped down beside her, his weight bouncing her into the air as his bulk displaced the cushions. She felt his soft underbelly press up against her from behind, his massive arm curling around her body and pulling her tight against his chest. She hugged his bicep, almost as thick around as a person, wallowing in her euphoria as he blew warm air into her hair.

They lay together for what must have been minutes, but the feeling wasn't going away. What if he had fucked her silly, and she would stay like this forever? She giggled to herself at the thought, relaxing her tired muscles as she listened to Sleethe's heavy breathing. Lena felt like she had run a marathon, and then had taken a hit of ecstasy shortly after. Her brain was fried and the somewhat athletic sex had only compounded her soreness from that morning's romp through the swamp.

Even lying here, covered in sweat and fluids, the softness of the cushions beneath her and the warmth of Sleethe's body made her feel as if all the stress had been worked out of her muscles like someone wringing a dish rag of dirty water. This feeling would fade eventually, but for now it felt like nothing existed beyond the rim of the sleeping pit. Her lover's taste was on her lips, his scent all over her, his love still slowly dribbling out of her loins as soreness and satisfaction confused her nerves. Perfect...

As she gripped his girthy arm, running her fingers gently across his leathery hide and enjoying its familiar texture, she noticed that her hands were stained with rainbow pigments. They almost looked marbled, the dyes clinging to her pale skin. She felt another pulse of residual pleasure, looking down at her body over the bulk of Sleethe's arm. His hand prints were all over her, and she was pretty sure that he had written his name on her back. Her thighs, butt, breasts and groin. All coated in brightly colored dye that stood out prominently against her milky complexion, on display to everyone, a record of everywhere that Sleethe had touched her.

Lena wanted to stay awake, she wanted to enjoy this for as long as it lasted, but her body was being uncooperative. Her eyes were so heavy, and Sleethe's rhythmic breathing was hypnotic, lulling her into sleep. She finally gave in, closing her eyes, hoping that just a little of this wonderful feeling would remain when she next opened them.

CHAPTER 8: CULTURAL PURSUITS

Lena leaned her head back, letting the slow stream of water flow through her hair. She was standing outside the temple, beneath a spot on the roof where water condensated and pooled, collecting in large enough quantities to create a sort of makeshift shower. It was a slow rain, but it was enough to clean her up. This time she had soaps and shampoos from her duffel bag, and she was reveling in the sensation of having her skin clean of sweat, if only for the duration of her shower. She would go down to the lake later in the day and have a good swim, but she wasn't about to walk through the village with the sticky evidence of what her and Sleethe had done the previous night still clinging to her skin.

She could wash off his ejaculate, but she couldn't wash off the pigments. Just the thought of it made her cheeks redden, and she stuck out her butt, turning her head and peering back over her shoulder as she attempted to assess the damage. There was a hand print on one breast that encompassed it completely, while the floral design that had been painted on the other one was still intact. Both of her butt cheeks had several hand prints each in varying colors, as did her thighs. There were two very large and prominent marks on her hips where Sleethe had held her while he...while they had made love, and there was a very noticeable one on her groin, the finger marks rising above her waistline and impossible to conceal.

Having her lover mark her body had been such a rush at the time, she had been drunk on the arousal, but now she was having some regrets. She gave the hand print on her boob an experimental scrub with the soap, but she knew that it was no use. The dye had stained several layers of her skin, like a semi-permanent tattoo, and it wouldn't come off until she shed those layers. Fortunately they should be completely gone by the time that she returned home, but she still had to contend with the locals.

Should she put her hazmat suit back on? No, it might offend them. Besides, fuck the hazmat suit. The entire village had seen her breasts already and so she no longer felt any need to conceal them. She was cooler without her tank top, more comfortable, more hygienic. Nope, this was now a bra-less planet. She wasn't wearing her shorts right now either, nobody ever seemed to come to the temple unless some kind of ceremony was happening.

The flow of water was just strong enough to wash the soap suds off her body, and she stepped out from beneath the gentle stream feeling refreshed. It was a shame that it wasn't cool, the water was the same temperature as the humidity in the environment. There was no point drying off, and so she made her way back around the wooden platform that skirted the temple, admiring the carvings on the twisted trees that served as its supports as she went.

She was actually starting to enjoy herself now that she was growing more accustomed to the planet. Without boots, the damp wood was less slippery and precarious. The more layers of clothing that she removed, the more comfortable she felt, and the less the muggy air interfered with her. It was only the last vestiges of her modesty that still compelled her to cover her lower body in the company of the aliens.

She made her way back into the temple, pushing through the bead curtain and wringing water out of her hair with her hands, heading back over to her pile of gear. She stooped to rummage for a pair of clean shorts, dancing on the spot as she struggled to pull them on, the fabric sticking to her wet skin. If only she had thought to bring a bathing suit, it would have made things so much easier.

Sleethe had been gone when she had woken up, and she noted that the sleeping pit was still empty. Where had he wandered off to, and how had he managed to leave without rousing her? Oh well, he'd probably be back soon, he wouldn't have left her on her own unless it was for something important.

Lena sat in front of her computer terminal, hitting the button that would bring it out of sleep mode. Good, it had finished parsing the Krell alphabet, now she could give it a look over and see if she could make sense of it. With any luck she might be able to start reading the runes on these walls soon.

She reached over into her bag and withdrew another ration packet, opening it up and fishing for a protein bar as she began to scrolls through the characters that the algorithm had been able to identify. Fortunately it didn't look to be as complex as she had feared. Chinese this was not, it was perhaps closer to Latin but with more unique sounds and concepts to convey. Not all of the letters corresponded to the phonetic information that she had recorded with Sleethe's help, and so those examples must be either combinations of multiple characters, or perhaps used to express more complex themes. It was an oddly efficient language, which contrasted starkly with the artistry that she saw in their architecture and their culture. Maybe she was still missing something...

Her concentration was broken as someone lumbered in through the curtain, making a sound like a pair of maracas or a rainstick as the shells and beads clattered against their scutes. It was Sleethe, and he seemed to have something bundled up in his arms. It was hard to tell exactly what in the dimly lit temple.

"Hey big guy, what kept you? Been doing some sunbathing to get your body temperature up?"

He walked over to her, his heavy footsteps making the floor vibrate beneath her, then came to a stop with his arms outstretched over her head like he was about to drop whatever it was that he was carrying.

"What have you got there?"

Sleethe huffed with amusement, opening his massive arms and letting the contents rain down on her. It was flowers. Dozens, no, hundreds of flowers. Every shape and size, every color under the sun, the petals lazily floating down onto her like confetti. She laughed in surprise, reaching out and catching one of them in her hand, bringing it closer to examine it. It was beautiful, with pink petals that were splayed wide, and dozens of yellow stamens protruding from its center. She looked up, watching as Sleethe's payload fluttered about her, falling from a considerable height due to her sitting position and his exaggerated stature.

They landed on her crossed legs, coming to rest on her head and shoulders, carpeting the wood floor around her like colorful snow. There were lilies that he must have picked from the water. They looked almost like teacups with thick, purple stamens, their wide brim of petals a shade of pristine white. There were flowers that almost looked like roses with their bunched up petals, colored a deep pink that faded towards a darker red as it neared the center. Lena could pick out examples that looked like stars in shades of blue and green, what resembled tulips and daisies, orchids and bluebells. They came in reds and pinks, blues and vibrant purples, fiery oranges and lemon yellows. Many were still attached to their green stems, while others were simply clumps of colored petals. Lena beamed as she lifted her arms into the air and let the plants cascade over her.

"What are you doing, you big goof?" Lena chuckled, lying on her back in the carpet of flowers, her enchantment impossible to disguise. "Did you do all of this for me?"

"Lena wants flowers," Sleethe stated, her translator reproducing his speech.

"Specimens," she giggled. "I need specimens for my work. But...this is pretty great too."

She sifted through the blanket of flowers, brushing them out of her hair and selecting a few of the more intact examples, placing them carefully into stasis containers. Sleethe seemed pleased with himself, and while most of these specimens were damaged, he had managed to find some very strange plants that she was quite interested in cataloging. Also, it had been kind of cute. Ok, very cute.

"You'll have to show me where you found a few of these," she said, placing what closely resembled a foxglove into one of the containers. "I didn't see any of them on our foray into the swamp, and I'd like to take pictures of their natural habitats."

"Come, I show."

"Right now? I just finished decoding your alphabet, and I wanted to start matching them to the reliefs on the walls. Will it take long? Are we going out into the swamp again?"

He shook his head, reaching out a hand towards her and lifting her to her feet.

"Flowers close. Come."

She followed behind him, and they left the temple through the curtain of beads, emerging into the village. He led her downwards, descending through a maze of platforms and rope bridges. It was like an artificial jungle. Lena was able to keep her bearings by keeping an eye on where the pale trees that held up the temple were in relation to her. It was the oldest structure, placed dead center in the middle of the village, and so as long as she could see their twisted trunks she had a pretty good idea of where she was.