Page 69 of Infala: The Alien's Bond
Shalia stepped forward. “That’s great for the locals, but what about the rest of us? What about me?”
Darla looked at Heydar. He nodded, all but reading her mind. “Come with us if you want. We’ll be heading back to the Oraku, at least for the time being. It’s not an advanced culture, but at least they’re a kind people. And I for one would welcome the company of another person from back home. Us Earth gals have got to stick together, right?”
The look of concern on Shalia’s face began to fade, replaced with one of hope.
“I think I’d like that,” she said. “I think I’d like that a lot.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
As Kuxx had predicted, the Dohrag shuttle crew were very forthcoming with any and all details their captors might want of them. Unlike their combat hardened comrades, these were soft men, by Dohrag standards, and the slightest hint of torture led to very loose lips.
The supply platform in orbit had been informed the shuttle was experiencing a technical problem and their overnight stay was approved without issue, giving the escapees a bit of breathing room, at least for the moment.
More than that, they had learned that while there was one additional shuttlecraft still aboard the station, it was currently inoperable and awaiting replacement parts from the next Dohrag ship to visit it. Their only other transport had been lost just the other day, possibly in a conflict with Raxxians or some other race. In any case, no other ships would be coming.
Safe for the moment, the newly freed prisoners reveled in their victory, bathing thoroughly then dressing themselves in the first truly clean attire they had worn in ages. They then prepared food as usual, but for themselves, the task becoming a joy rather than a labor.
In no time they were sitting together in a large, cheerful group, bonding as they ate and drank as liberated men and women from an unlikely and broad spectrum of races. The differences of their people made no difference at all in this place, and all of their spirits soared high as the sun lowered in the sky.
Shalia and Darla spent a bit of time bonding over their memories of Earth. Shalia, it seemed, had been snatched up just like Darla had, but her home was far, far across the globe. She had been taken, her ear marked for translation, then left as a potential breeding vessel to grow more livestock for the Raxxians.
She had been aboard the ship a fair amount of time when Darla had arrived and had given up on allowing herself to grow remotely close to anyone. She’d seen what the Raxxians could do, so she made herself small and quiet and hoped for better winds to fill her sails.
And now, in the most unlikely of ways, her wish had been granted.
“I’m beat,” she told Darla. “It was a long day. Agoodone, but long.”
“I hear ya. Go get some shut-eye. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
With that Shalia took her leave and headed off to sweet slumberland.
Darla glanced over at Heydar across the crowd. He was smiling as the men who had charged the ship regaled him with their tales of adventure. It was a beautiful thing, seeing him actually smiling without any of his usual reluctant demeanor. His gold-ringed eyes darted across the tables and locked with hers, a spark of something viscerally intense flashing for a moment, making her insides feel all sorts of wonderful.
He returned his attention to his newfound comrades, but his eyes continued to meet hers as the evening wore on, an enticing promise of things to come. Finally, after much food, drink, and merriment, the festivities began to wind down.
Some of the men and women, riding the high of their incredible adventure, were seen pairing off and wandering off into the night. Soon enough, Heydar took his leave of his new friends and crossed over to Darla.
“Malaika,” he said, reaching his hand out, wrapping her smaller one in a warm and powerful grip, pulling her to her feet and drawing her close.
There was no mistaking his intent, and Darla was positively wet with anticipation as he led her from the gathering. They had barely entered the general’s former quarters and shut the door when he could hold back no longer.
“I must have you,” he breathed heavily in her ear, his rumbling declaration of intent sending shivers through her body and making her knees weak with want.
He picked her up as easily as ever and laid her on the general’s desk, pulling her trousers off with one fluid motion and tossing them aside. There would be no folding of clothing, his passion was far too high to be derailed by something so trivial.
Heydar’s pupils were dilated with lust as he latched his mouth onto her vulva. Now was not the time for slow teasing and delay. He had eaten a satisfying meal, but he was still quite hungry for something altogether more satisfying.
His tongue darted out, parting her folds with ease, electrical shocks of pleasure jolting through her body as he let out a low groan of pleasure, lapping up the juices flowing from between her legs.
“Oh my fucking God!” she gasped as his split tongue found her clit and worked its magic. “I’m going to come!”
The orgasm hit her fast and hard, her legs shaking as the hot bliss spread out to her limbs, her whole body tingling with pure joy. He didn’t stop, however, but rather eased up his approach, settling into a gentle suction on her clit while his talented tongue softly pulsed against it, drawing yet another orgasm from her sensitized nerve endings.
He slid his tongue lower as she breathed hard, working to regain her vision. Darla felt the fluttering of his tongue move inside of her, parting her lips and slipping in with the most divine sort of pressure she could imagine.
She pulled her hips back and pushed his face away. Heydar looked up at her, his lips glistening with her juices. She grabbed him hard and pulled his mouth to hers, tasting herself on him, reveling in every second of it. Darla broke their embrace and flashed a wicked look, then pushed him up to standing, sliding his trousers down and freeing his straining cock.
It was beautiful. Fully erect, an intense heat radiating from every inch of him so close to her face, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. She licked her lips greedily and took him into her mouth, the salty taste making her salivate with desire.
