The Flare

s*x in the Mess

Salona covered her mouth with her hand and turned away. She couldn’t meet his eyes. He’d seen the truth of her maneuverings. Salona’s ability to indirectly ferret out information wasn’t as good as she’d hoped. Drak! She warned Geb about this happening! She wasn’t a soldier! Her main aspiration in life was to birth a female child for her husband, not travel to the edge of the galaxy to kill an innocent man.

And now she was isolated and flaring. There was no denying the fact. She tried pushing it away, tried to stop it. But it was here; she could feel it. Her blood vibrated, pumping through her veins; her breath quickened as she tried to calm herself down. She could only sit as she absorbed the shock of her body’s arousal. Jake’s accusation mixed with the food sent her body into overdrive, making her body scream in response.

Geb may want this man dead, but her body wanted Jake alive. Her body was in full blown flare. And she needed what it would provide her. Release.

“I have to stop the ache, Jake. But I want to go home!” Tears slipped down her cheeks, her eyes sparkling black. It was the truth. But she knew to him it wouldn’t make any sense.

“You’re homesick?”

Salona shook her head, her dark eyes meeting his bright blues. Secretly, her hand was clenching the particle beam generator in her jacket. If only she had the courage to pull it out and point it directly between his eyes. But then she’d need double the courage to pull the trigger. And there was no guarantee the burn would extinguish; killing him would leave her alone to die. She may as well kill herself. At least she could go into the sunset with no stain on her conscience.

“Can I get you something? Medicine?” He sounded concerned, his earlier accusatory tone gone. He reached out his hand in concern.

Salona choked back a sob at the sweetness of so simple an action.

“There is…something I need.” Salona took a deep breath, cool air sliding down her lungs.

If she were to tell him, how could she explain it? She couldn’t. She knew no words that described what her body needed. It was just a feeling. An instinct. The only way was to show him. To swallow move past her pride and gently ask for what she needed with her body before she got so far she hurt him. If he rejected her, she could beg. Or use the particle beam rifle.

Salona stood up, the chair toppling behind her. He sat back, his eyes wide at her sudden movement. She didn’t give him time to think, throwing herself into his arms with no warning.

"Whoa! Salona, wait!" Jake grabbed her arms, ready to push her away.

But she didn't wait. She pushed her lips up against his, kissing him for all she was worth. She pressed her body his, her breasts flattening against his chest, her legs straddling his torso.

"Salona?!" He grabbed both her arms with his hands and pulled her away, lifted her chin with his other hand and looked into her eyes.

Salona couldn’t look at him, the shame was so overwhelming. Was she going to have to beg? Her eyes filled with tears and she choked back a sob.

Jake’s eyes were so kind, the concern evident in his gaze. He pulled her body against his chest and rubbed her back, soothing her. She cooperated, wrapping her arms around him, his proximity abating the burn temporarily.

“Tell me what the hell is going on?” The harshness of his question was softened by the gentleness of his voice. His compassion engulfed her. She wanted to tell him. She really did. But the words wouldn’t come.

Salona buried her face in his chest, breathing his scent to the bottom of her lungs. He smelled like fresh soap and water and pure masculinity. The scent sent shivers down her leg making her flare again uncontrollable. She looked into his eyes for a signal of disgust or pity. What she saw there was concern, even arousal, but no disgust. It was time.

His desire was there. Part of him, perhaps the most basic in his nature, wanted her.

Reaching up, Salona buried her fist in Jake’s hair and pulled his mouth against hers, throwing her full desire at him. She sensed his hesitation for one second. But then he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and took control of their kiss. The sensation of their lips touching was exquisite. But the moment he took control, her senses exploded. A sense of urgency and need overwhelmed her. Salona needed to touch every inch of his body immediately. If she didn’t, she’d incinerate. The need gripped her. Her hands flew, trying to grasp every inch of his hot skin.

Jake pulled away, eyes foggy with arousal; his lids were only slightly parted. "Whoa there, little lady!" Salona's body rejoiced that her physical responses were mirrored in his gaze.

He sucked in a deep breath. “Are you sure this is…what you want?”

Salona’s teeth clenched with frustrated desire. "If you do not…mate…with me you will find yourself in great pain!" Salona growled. Did she want it? Couldn't he smell the arousal peeling from her skin?

Jake chuckled at her demand. Before she could become offended he dominated her with his lips erasing all logical thought. Salona leaned back to give him free reign, relieved by his initiative.

For the first time in the last six hours she knew she was making the right decision in the right place at the right time. For the first time she didn't worry about what would happen when she went home. For the first time since the trial she knew everything was going to be alright.

Salona's body thrummed with energy, her arms encircling Jake’s neck, running her fingers through his thick hair. She pulled him close, wanting every inch of her body pressed tightly against him. She grasped at Jake's obvious arousal making itself impressively known. She should be intimidated, scared even. There would be pain involved in this experience, she knew. But the awakening was happening, whether she wanted it or not. And if she did nothing, the consequences would be much worse.

It amazed her how the presence of this human could force her body from its unnatural hibernation. Are these the same sensations other Naronian women felt toward the men in the arena? How could it be with Naronian biology? So many questions flew through her mind but dashed away by Jake's curious tongue slipping down her jaw.

The blood rushing through her body pulsed at every nerve ending. "Yes! Please, Jake! More!"

In response to her plea, Jake cupped her plump, round ass, dragging her even closer to his arousal at the crux of his thighs. He pressed her to him, moving in an undulating rhythm as he nipped gently on her earlobe.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, pushing his erection firmly between her thighs. Salona ground her hips against the proof of his desire, wanting more of it.

"Yes! She gasped. "I require it! Why are you asking me?" She asked between clenched teeth. 

Jake laughed, squeezing her ass cheeks. He whispered into her ear, "It's called pillow talk, Salona. It's supposed to make you hotter."

"Jake, where I am from we do not talk to our pillows! And if I get any hotter, I'm going to explode!" The urgency in her voice was hiding more than just lust, he knew. But knowing didn’t penetrate the lust filled haze swarming his mind.

"Isn't that the goal?" Jake chuckled.

Jake didn't question his luck. Salona pressed against him felt like a cool drink of water after a three day fast. Since the moment he saw her, he wanted her. Not in his wildest dreams did he imagine he’d find this amazing woman waiting for him on the other side of the galaxy. He made a mental note to send Fattore a thank you note. A vague thank you note, he thought.

But right now, before reality spilled in, he wanted more Salona. Pulling her chin down with his thumb, he swept his tongue inside, mating with hers. He wanted to taste her. All of her. 

Her body was small compared to his. Though in contrast she was larger than his prior lovers. Her ass filled his hands completely. If she leaned back her breasts would press into his face at just the right level.

Jake could sense something was scaring her. He wanted to sweep her into his arms to protect her from whatever was scaring her.

"Tell me what you want! Tell me where you want me to touch you. Tell me where you want to touch me." He wanted to hear her say it. He wanted to hear the words coming from her mouth.

"I want…I want something you have!” She couldn’t say the word, wasn’t sure what the word was. She held onto him with a fierce grip, afraid of losing her balance as she rocked her hips against him.

Jake took Salona's hand and guided it toward his arousal.

"c**k…you want my c**k, Salona." Jake whispered against her mouth.

Salona gasped at the contact. This. This was the very thing her body was craving. "c**k…I want it…this!" She squeezed him. “I want to touch it. I want it to touch me.”

Jake began pulling at Salona's uniform, peeling the tight sheath from her body. His desire was raging now, and he had no will to stop it, no inclination to curb what they were doing for each other. On Earth he’d never experienced such an honest response from a woman. They always played coy, making him work hard to please them. And, proudly, he never left a customer unsatisfied. But her…Salona…she was all fire and heat. And he'd barely touched her.

Jake finally managed to separate their bodies long enough to unzip the top half of her uniform. Naronian women didn't wear bras apparently, because beneath her shirt, Salona's breasts were as bare as the day God made her. Not wrestling with some sort of alien mechanism restraining her flesh was fine with him! A pleasant surprise with instant satisfaction.

There was no time to admire her bounty before Salona grabbed his hands and pressed them inexpertly to her chest. His hands dwarfed her small breasts, his palms covering her chest.

"Yes, ma'am," he laughed, delighted at her eagerness. His nostrils flared with arousal as he felt sweet weight of delicious tight flesh in his hands. Jake was surprised at how her small breasts brought him so much pleasure. He felt her heartbeat pounding in her chest and through the veins in her breasts. No fake silicone hiding the real her.

"I'm sorry…I just…" her flush went from her face all the way down to her chest.

"Don't be sorry, Salona, never ever be sorry for what your body needs. If you want me to touch you somewhere, tell me. My pleasure is your pleasure."

Jake’d used that line on women before with remarkable success. But it never actually rang true as it did now. He'd like nothing more than to give this headstrong, brainy little beauty more pleasure than she’d know what to do with.

"Mammaries…they need your hands," she said, pressing his hands tighter against her breasts. Her voice was clumsy in its urgency. Jake lowered his mouth to her lips, kissing away any intellectualization of what they were experiencing. He didn’t want her thinking about the technicalities of the act, he wanted her consumed with the same desire burning him.

Obeying her wishes, Jake massaged the supple weight, tweaking her n*****s until they became taught and firm.

It wasn't long before he couldn't restrain his desire any longer. He needed to taste them. Jake sat back down on the chair and pushed her head back, pulled her tighter to his lap, bringing her n*****s directly to his mouth. Her breasts were at the perfect angle for worshipping.

Palming the lush flesh, Jake stared at them intently, unsure of where to begin. The n*****s were rosy pink and hard, jutting toward him, yet the soft curve of her made his mouth water. He tweaked her n*****s gently with his fingers, watching them harden even more.

Salona cried out, her arms reaching out to grasp Jake's wide shoulders. "You like this?" he asked, tweaking the n****e harder.

Salona’s voice caught in her throat, unable to speak, only nodding in response.

 “Then you’re gonna love this…” Jake chuckled and put his mouth fully over her perky n****e. His tongue darted over her puckered areola and she shook with pleasure. He pulled back and softly blew on it making her scream louder. Salona’s response made him feel like he was ten feet tall. 

Her arms grasped him desperately as her legs almost gave out on her, unable to hold her body upright; she clung to him, praying his arms would keep her upright.

The taste of her n*****s drove Jake beyond his previous attempts to tease her. She tasted like sweet strawberries covered in heavy cream. He stood up, dropping her on the table behind them. He ripped rip away at his clothes, his eyes never leaving hers. Her eyes were intent upon him as he slid his pants down, her gaze feeling like a luxurious stroke along his s*x.

Jake helped her out of what remained of her uniform, his desire boiling over. Her legs were long and shapely. He ran his hands up her thighs to the junction of her thighs, feeling her soft skin. He spread her legs, his eyes intent on the dark patch of hair hiding her.

Jake leaned over her body and kissed her, feeling the passion ruling her. Her body jerked when he slipped his hand into the folds between her thighs, checking her readiness. She was dripping with her desire. She was ready for him.

"What is it you want?" he wanted, no needed, to hear her say it again. He needed to know that she was as hot and on fire as he was.

"Ungh!!" She jerked her hips against his hand, begging with her body for more.

"Tell me!" he growled, grasping her long dark hair in his hands and gently jerking her head back.

"Your c**k! I want your c**k, Jake!" She screeched, moaning and writhing in his arms.

In one fluid motion Jake grabbed her and sat back down on the chair, jerking her hips down he angled his arousal into her feminine folds. He pulled her weight straight on him. She screamed, stiffening on top of him. He must have moved too fast, he thought. She stilled for five drawn out seconds. Something was wrong.

"Wha-what?" He couldn't finish a complete thought.

"No, no, it feels good." Salona moaned, moving herself above him. 

Despite her assertion she was all right, Jake remained concerned. A second after she screamed, he thought perhaps he'd broken her hymen. But that couldn’t be, he’d felt no resistance. She was writhing above him, definitely still aroused. He knew that in all probability he wasn’t her first lover. He was surprised at the disappointment he felt knowing that. A woman responding with such abandon couldn't be inexperienced. He was sure of it. He tried not to think on who had been there before him, who was allowed to feel this magnificent creature’s body cling to them. It never mattered in the past, why should it matter now?

Before a rush of wild jealousy could anchor itself in his heart, Salona's gasps distracted him, drawing him away from his feelings and back to the task at hand. Her.

Her body was shivering and little erotic sounds leaked from her mouth, spurning him on.  He looked up at her and saw her eyes shut, her head thrown back in pleasure.  He just sat for a moment and watched her squirm.

"Don't stop, Jake!"  Salona implored. "Please!" Her voice was insistent…and seductive. And from the way she tentatively moved her hips, she definitely wanted to continue.

"Nice?" Jake laughed. "Is this nice?" He grasped her buttocks and guided her slowly up and down on his c**k, parrying her thrust with one of his own. She let out a breath of relief when he sunk back into her. He groaned, trying to keep himself from thrusting into her body carelessly the way he wanted to. He didn't want to shoot off and leave her hanging behind.

After a few slow movements, Salona became quite enthusiastic. Grasping his shoulders, she clumsily rocked her hips, silently demanding he move faster.

"Help me, Jake!" She cried out, scratching his shoulders in frustration.

Jake knew what she needed. She needed him controlling her pleasure. And he was happy to oblige. Grasping her sweet ass, Jake pulled her long legs around his hips. Standing, he carried her back to the table, leveraging her so he could stand and take control of their rhythm.

Maneuvering her onto the table he planted himself to the hilt in her sweet hotness. He was surrounded by gushing fire and it was exquisite.  He had to pause and calm himself down. He took a deep breath, a quick thought about baseball, and he was able to stop himself from coming. Hopefully in control, he rocked back and forth into her, keeping his eyes on her face to experience her pleasure as his.

"Yes! That's what I want!" Salona cried out, her back arching her loins closer to his.

"You like that?" Jake chuckled. "What do you think about this?" Jake angled himself directly into her g-spot, making her screech wildly and buck up against him.

"Easy, little lady…" Jake smiled. The pleasure of being inside this woman, Salona, beyond anything he'd ever experienced in the past. He wanted to make it as good for her; wipe out the memory of any past lover.

"But, Jake! I want…" she begged, her body shivering with desire.

Jake took mercy on her and began slipping in and out of her tight body in long slow strokes, halting any further complaint or demand. She could only utter incoherent grunts and phrases of pleasure. A warm flush built on Salona's porcelain pale skin. Knowing she was close to orgasm, he reached down between their sweating bodies to stroke her over the edge.

He was startled when he felt the swell of the nubbin between her moist folds. It was three times larger in girth as any he'd felt on a human woman. The slick heat emanating from it was increased threefold as well. Salona screamed in pleasure at the attention he gave it, immediately drawing Jake back to the task at hand. Her pleasure.

He slicked his fingers with her juices, circling the engorged button in time with his thrusts in and out of her wet sheath. Within seconds, her body wracked in pleasure, convulsing almost violently, a keening sound escaping her mouth. Jake could only look at her, the blush of orgasm covering her body, her face taught with pleasure…she was beautiful.

"Oh, Jake," she whispered, her hands grasping his back, a tear tricking from her right eye in amazement.

"Did you like that?" his voice was strained with lust and an overwhelming desire to lose himself in her. He almost lost himself, watching her go over the edge. Her pale skin flushed bright red with her orgasm. She’d let herself go completely, giving him everything.

"Yes, Jake." She was stroking his long torso as he continued to thrust steadily in her body.

"I want to give you more…" He couldn't finish his sentence, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Salona couldn’t believe what just happened. Her entire body was flooded with relief and pleasure. The shaking stopped and the burn abated, clearing her head. On Naron she’d been given many different descriptions of what to expect of the mating ritual. But none of that knowledge prepared her for what she’d felt.

Salona leaned back, seeing Jake’s face absorbed in the pleasure he was feeling. Her burn disappeared, but something else replaced it, a deeper and more solid yearning pushed her now.

Salona began to feel the rise again; her body responding to his continued movement. Her hands reached up, sliding over his hard, sweaty body. She gloried in the feel of his strong torso, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. She sought out his n*****s, pinching the already small, puckered tips, mimicking his actions earlier. She wanted to see him in as much pleasure as she was feeling.

"Ah! God, yeah, Salona!"

"Does that feel good?" Salona crooned, deciding it was time to tease him as he teased her moments ago.

"Yes!" Jake snapped. It was his turn to be breathless and murmur incoherent garble. Salona was basking in the power she held over his pleasure.  He jerked with pleasure when she touched his n****e again.  Her ability to bring him pleasure made her feel like commander of the universe.

"Make me burn with you, Jake! Please!"

Jake grasped Salona’s plump, round buttocks and began furiously moving inside her soft, welcoming body, as if daring her not to come from the sweet friction generating between them. His ferocity demanded her response, and it didn’t take long for her to reach the precipice.

Within seconds Salona grasped his shoulder and pulled him tight to her with orgasm. Her body turned inside out with the pleasure rippling through her.

His fierce shout of completion joined hers as they climaxed together, each clinging to the fire pulsing from their joined bodies, their souls lingering together for several drawn out seconds.  She could feel his energy pulsing through her.  The sensation was exquisite, leaving her body and mind completely spent.

It felt like forever before a reasonable thought reentered her brain and reality hit her. She'd opened her body to a male! Riding on the wave of joy and relief that she’d completed her flare was a sudden fear. Just as she was temporarily free from the burn, she was also imprisoned to it. In only one millicycle she would burn again. She was lightcylces from the nearest serviceable Naronian male.

That left only Jake as her sole method of survival.

Salona pulled herself from Jake’s arms, turning away from him, trying to separate herself from him so she could think.

The thought of mating with another male made Salona wince inside. Naronian women have been known to thrive with a minimum of three husbands. Jealousy between husbands was never an issue. But she only had Jake on this desolate station and without the binding of matrimony. What was she going to do? She couldn't go home and explain to her people that she had opened herself to a human. She would be banished immediately.

But if she stayed here she would be forced to mate with Jake every millicycle or else succumb to the curse of her body. What if he was unwilling to help her?  Did humans mate every one of their days too? And if he discovered the power he had over her body would he use it against her?

There was nothing she could do. She would have to face him, tell him what was happening to her and pray he would help her. Salona looked at him and felt embarrassment stun her. She’d let herself almost r**e this poor man. Thank the gods he’d acquiesced. If he hadn’t…Salona didn’t want to think about it. He had to help her. She didn’t want to think about what would happen if he didn’t…

Jake saw Salona’s cheeks burn with what he assumed was regret. The typical regret women experienced after s*x, especially if they rushed into it.

"Salona, I'm sorry."

He may as well have slapped her in the face. An apology was the last thing Salona expected to hear. Anger maybe. Concern, undoubtedly. But regret? Regret meant he felt like he took advantage of her. If he regretted what happened, that meant he would most likely not help her through the flare again. And she’d succumb to the burning anyway, this being only a short reprieve until the madness took her.

The reality of dying later instead of getting it over with now made her angry. Why did he have to awaken her? Why couldn’t he simply have left her to die in peace? Why did he have to show her the beauty of what it was like between a man and a woman and then let her die?

     Salona took a deep breath trying to control her anger, knowing it was unreasonable. "You're sorry?" Salona stood and began jerking her clothes off the floor.

"I never meant for this to happen." Jake ran his hands through his tousled hair, his face mottled with concern.

"Neither did I.” And it was true, she hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it had. And now he was sorry?

"I don't suppose I broke some sort of Naronian law?" Jake said, trying to lighten the tension in the room.

"You're concerned about that now?" Salona snapped, her feelings pouring out.

"That's not what I meant," Jake slammed his fist into the table.

"I believe that. Earthlings aren't known for their eloquence with words, so it is not hard to imagine you saying something you do not mean," Salona stood up and beckoned Dex to her.

Jake sighed and raked his hands roughly through his s*x-tousled hair. "Look, it couldn't have been a secret I was attracted to you when we first. What do you think that huge bulge under my towel was?" His cheeks lit with embarrassment.

"And you were attracted to me. Two consenting adults having some fun isn’t uncommon on Earth. Now that we've had s*x, it should be easier to go about this partnership without that tension," the thought was a reasonable one. It’d sounded sensible in his head but sounded lame when the words actually came out.

"This is what you want?" She asked in anger, suddenly aware that perhaps he wanted to set it aside because he no longer desired her. The thought sat in her belly like a rotten brick. On her home planet lack of interest was never a concern. It was expected of men to bow to their women's needs. It was their duty and in return their wives provide children.

"It's not about what I want," Jake's forehead wrinkled in concern. "You and I both know it's for the best, Salona. Proximity is no reason to f**k like bunnies and I don't know about you, but I've got a lot riding on the success of this project."

Jake watched her, hoping she would understand. But instead of acquiescing, she was just pure Salona.

     “Your people mate like small rodents?”