“Hey, Dolken---take Caven and Fegrit’s vehicle. Get out of here and do what you have to do. The women are all okay, and we’ve secured the Tenzari. We can take care of this,” Zes called to him.
Dolken made an inarticulate affirmative sound as he went on kissing Trista who was in no way resisting. Not until much later would Trista question their actions---abandoning her self-assigned mission and her friend to strangers to get laid by another stranger. Was she finally going crazy?
It seemed like an utterly overlong ride back to town with this quiet, handsome stranger, though it was only about fifteen minutes. Trista gave him terse directions frequently pausing to get a grip on her raging libido. Finally, she directed him to park on the street in front of a shabby storefront. They got out of the SUV, and Trista took Brakar’s hand and led him through the alley to the back of the building.
A floodlight came on as they reached the first step of the outdoor stairway and Trista led him up the stairway still holding his hand. She paused outside her door and fumbled in her pocket for the key, unlocking the door with trembling hands. Once inside, she slipped off her jacket and hung it on one of a row of hooks by the door. Her apartment was tiny, just three rooms with well-used furnishings, but clean and neat.
Brakar did the same with his jacket then followed her into her small bedroom that was dominated by a queen-size bed. It might have been an awkward moment under normal circumstances, but Brakar knew this was a risk when he came on this mission. She was meomee, and he thought she was the most beautiful female he had ever seen.
“You are so beautiful, meomee!” He moved in close and framed her face in his hands.
Looking up into his eyes, she vaguely wondered about his vision. Of course, she knew she was attractive, but not what she would call beautiful. She had a nice face with blue eyes and long chestnut brown luxurious hair and a curvaceous yet muscular figure. This gorgeous man with blue eyes and blond hair thought she was beautiful. “But why are you calling me “meomee”? My name is Trista---Trista Cory.”
“Trista Cory,” he repeated. “Meomee means true mate in my native language.”
“Huh?” Another question started to form in her mind, but rational thought fled as he locked his mouth onto hers and hugged her close, so her soft breasts were squeezed delectably against his chest. First, their hands ran all over each other’s bodies over their clothes as they kissed hungrily then they started tugging at each other’s clothes.
Brakar reached up under her t-shirt and unhooked her bra so he could get his hands on her naked breasts. He groaned as he squeezed them gently and tweaked her erect nipples with his thumb and fingers. The exquisite sensation shot straight to her center and caused her inner walls to clench with need. Trista started tugging at his shirt, wanting to rip it off him, but he stopped her and carefully took it off. She was too hot for him to wonder about it. Instead, she just reached for her t-shirt and pulled it off over her head, dropping it to the floor and letting her bra fall to the floor on top of it.
Seeing that Brakar didn’t need any more encouragement to shed his clothes, she kicked off her shoes then unsnapped and unzipped her jeans and wiggled out of them. She pushed them to the floor with her damp panties. She was wet, slick, and ready for him. She watched eagerly as his cargo pants and underwear dropped to the floor.
“Oooohhh!” she drawled at the sight of his long, thick erection pointing straight at her. Brakar grinned at her wondrous expression, and she groaned as she stepped back into his arms. They started kissing and touching again, but the ache in her pussy made her weak in the knees. It seemed like every nerve in her body was clamoring for him to press her down on the bed and drive his magnificent cock deep into her again and again until they quelled their unbearable aching need.
“I need you now!” she whispered desperately and backed to the side of the bed drawing him with her. She scrambled to the center of the bed, and he followed, kneeling between her open thighs than on all fours poised over her.
“Now?” he asked staring straight into her eyes.
“Oh yes, right now!” she reached up and rested her hands against the taut muscles of his back as he lowered his cock between her legs and dragged it up through her channel and over her clitoris. She gasped and tilted her pelvis upward, so the head slid perfectly into her opening. She fit him like a tight glove as he sank his shaft in balls deep. She moaned at length and wrapped her legs around his hips grinding her clit against the flesh over his cock.
Brakar had vaguely thought to make their first time long and slow, but if she were anywhere near as aroused and hot as he was, she would want it hard and fast. Long and slow would come later. He thrust in and out of her slowly at first. She told him nonverbally she wanted him harder and faster by putting her feet on the bed and raising her hips to meet each thrust. She took everything he gave her and gave it right back as he slammed into her thrust for thrust.
Never had sex felt so intense or so right. Although his climax was building, Brak was going to hold off a long as he could---until he could feel her walls contract against his cock. That was all he’d need to take him the rest of the way. Just when he knew he could wait no longer, he felt her peak and then squeeze hard around his member. She contracted rhythmically around him, and his cock pulsed in the same rhythm, as it pumped his hot semen against her womb.
“Oh, gods meomee…meomee!” he exclaimed and pressed his lips to her neck and working his way up to her lips, kissing her tenderly. “You are mine, and I am yours, meomee.”
So, this was meomee. Before Trista could respond to Brak’s declaration, her mouth was busy kissing his. When their lips finally parted, he was still in her and on her just staring down at her like he couldn’t get enough of looking at her. It felt oh so right to have him there with her arms wrapped around him. He was so different from any man she’d ever known.
“You’re not from around here, are you,” said Trista meeting his gaze steadily. “I’ve been to a few different countries while I was in the military and I’ve never heard that term meomee. Your accent sounds a bit Russian, but that doesn’t sound Russian. You said it means true mate.”
“It’s Narovian---I’m from Narova,” he said carefully.
“Is that near Russia or Afghanistan?”
“Not exactly. It’s actually in the star system you call Proxima Centauri,” he answered honestly, bracing himself for her reaction. It wasn’t what he expected.
She laughed. It was a musical sound, and it turned him on as she shook them both.
“You mean like an alien from outer space?” she asked still laughing.
“Uh, yeah…that’s exactly what I mean,” he said. “I was sent here by Alliance Law Enforcement with my team to apprehend the aliens who were stealing women from Earth.”
Trista stopped laughing and stared up into his eyes. Brakar dropped a light kiss on her lips and returned her gaze hopefully.
“Oh, my God! I believe you,” she said softly, but her arms didn’t move from around him, and she wrapped her legs around his hips and locked her feet together. “Is that how you made me want to fuck you so badly?”
He moved a hand to caress her cheek without taking his eyes from hers. “It’s biological---a kind of genetic recognition. My body released pheromones than make you both want and need to mate with me. As we mated, my body injected what you could call bonding hormones into your body in my semen. We mate for life with our meomee. I hope that doesn’t frighten you.”
“When I was deployed, there were times I was almost scared out of my mind, sure I was going to die any minute---but you, Mr. Brakar Dolken…you don’t scare me one bit. You are mine, and I am yours.”
“Yes, I am, and you are,” he murmured huskily and kissed her deeply caressing the sweet inner recesses of her mouth with his tongue. She made a soft mewing sound in her throat as he kissed her, and his cock was getting hard again inside her.
“But you look just like us,” she panted when he freed her mouth. “Are you human?”
“I am feline humanoid,” he said nibbling her earlobe. “Genetically close to human and slightly different appearance. I’m wearing a disguise.” Then in a teasing tone, he said, “Do you want me to show you right now?”