Another ship doesn’t come. At least not one that we see.

I get horrible blisters all over my feet, and Titus is forced to carry me the rest of the way through the forest. The Magistros gave me boots for the hunt, but they seemed to be mostly for show rather than for walking such long distances.

With the sun always high in the sky, I have no real sense of time passing. I don’t know how long it takes, but I know it’s a long time before we finally leave the forest. No beast or alien ship tries to kill us again, but I can tell that even Titus is completely exhausted by the time we leave the thick trees.

I see a road in the distance, and a long line of vehicles. At first it looks like a traffic jam, but then I realize that they are all just moving so slowly that it’s hard to see. I squint and think I can even see horses pulling the vehicles.

“Are those like, horse-drawn wagons?” I ask.

He nods. “Yes, that is the road to the capital.”

“Or for us, the road away from the capital,” I say.

He shakes his head.

“Why not?” I ask.

He points to his mask, tapping it with one finger.

“Take the damn thing off, Titus,” I say, pulling on his arm.

“No one else has one,” he says. “We can’t travel on the road with your smell so strong.”

I reach up and pull on his mask, breaking the seal. I see his eyes widen, and though his hand grabs mine, he doesn’t put the mask back on. He locks eyes with me, and then he tears the mask away. I get it out of his hands, and I throw it as far as I can back into the forest.

He shoves me back against a tree, pressing my back against it until I feel the bark biting through the thin white cloth that covers my body.

His nostrils flare, and he leans in so close to me that I can see myself reflected in his glassy eyes. “Is this what you want, Elsie? You want me to lose control? To throw everything into the wind and take you right here?”

I look up at him. I don’t nod or answer him, I just bite my lip, and I feel the corners of my mouth curl up into a smile.

“This is your last chance, you foolish woman,” he growls. “Pick the mask up off the ground and hand it to me. Or I’ll–”

“Or you’ll what?” I ask. “What will you do?”

“I’ll do whatever my body tells me to,” he says. “And you won’t be able to stop me. My spear is…”

“How hard is it?” I ask.

The next thing I know, his lips are pressed to my neck. I throw my head back, and a moan escapes me. I can hear him inhaling deeply through his nose, which is pressed against the underside of my chin. One of his hands reaches down and grabs my waist. Then it wanders across to my ass. He squeezes my ass with such intensity and hunger that I’d swear he’d never touched a woman before–then I remember the masculine and muscular bodies of Domina and Cassia, and I realize he never really has touched a woman.

His lips move down my body, and I pull the cloth off my shoulders and let the whole damn thing drop to my feet before he tears it off. As lost in the moment as I am, I can’t imagine how screwed we will be if I have to walk around naked in addition to smelling the way I do.

His lips press into the soft flesh of one of my small breasts, and he grabs the other with his hand. He squeezes me and tweaks my nipple, and then his tongue finds the other. His lips seal around me, and he sucks on me and licks me just right, until my whole body trembles, and until my nipples become hard and desperate for more.

“They’re so big,” he says, speaking into my breasts, licking and sucking as he speaks.

I laugh. “You’re probably the first guy to ever tell me that.”

“And soft,” he growls. “I can’t decide if your butt or breasts are softer.”

He squeezes my ass with one hand, as if he is still trying to decide.

His tongue runs rings around my areola, occasionally moving in to tease my nipple. His warm, wet tongue feels perfect on my nipple, and I feel my clit swelling as my wetness grows. Just as I start to wonder how his tongue will feel there, he pulls away from my breasts and looks at my eyes.

“That smell,” he says, his lips trembling. “Is it safe for me to…”

He looks down between my legs.

“Do it,” I urge him.

And then he’s dropped down to his knees. His tongue presses right into my wetness, and the warmth of his tongue against my pussy sets me entire body on fire, as if the wreckage of the ship had suddenly burned across the entire forest and caught up to us just now. Warmth envelopes me from limb to limb, from fingertips to toes, and then his tongue starts to move.

I’ve dated a number of guys in my time, and most of them made a show of eating me out the first time we got into bed together. The first time was usually the best, because they were trying to impress me, and trying to act like they regularly would try this hard to get me off. Of course none of them did. Most started expecting me to blow them with nothing in return, or at best for a quick 5-minute fuck to get them off.

Even the most skilled of those men, on that enthusiastic first time, none of them came close to what Titus is doing to me right now. His tongue moves against my wet folds and flicks my clit as if he were reading my mind. Each time I start to wish he’d put on a little bit more pressure, he does. Each time I wish he’d run his tongue across my wetness, he does. Soon he starts to do those things before I even realize I want them, and I feel my entire body convulsing and trembling, until the tree bark rubs my bare back raw. I don’t feel any pain though, just the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt as an intense and earth-shattering orgasm builds up deep within me.

“Fuck,” I shout. “How can you–”

I moan loud. I don’t care how he can do it, only that he can.

And he sure as hell can. My butt cheeks clench up, and I pull my shoulder blades back and stick my pelvis out. His hands reach up and grab my waist possessively, and his lips and tongue lock onto me tighter, sucking me and worshipping my clit even more than before.

He hits me just right and in all the right places, until I feel something more intense and powerful than I’d ever thought possible rise up, threatening to explode through the surface.

And then it does. I feel the explosion mostly in my head, but I’m vaguely aware that I’m squirting, which I’ve never fucking done before. I fear Titus is going to pull away in surprise, but I hear only his growling moans as he sucks down all my juices. He drinks down my cum as my whole body vibrates like violin strings being played by a maestro, and then I finally go completely limp and just slide down the tree.

Titus pulls me effortlessly away into the grass clearing, and he lays me on my back, then falls down beside me.

I can see the wagons plodding on slowly far in the distance, and even though I know that another flying machine, or another myrmilidon could come and kill us this instant, I don’t even care. If I had to die today, this would be the time to die, feeling more satisfied than I’ve ever felt on Earth.

As Titus falls down beside me, a big smile fills his face.

“You said you never smile,” I whisper.

“I’ve never tasted something so good,” he says. His voice is awestruck, he’s not even trying to sweet talk me or flirt.

I feel my cheeks burning red. “Most guys don’t get that into it.”

He sits up and looks almost offended. “How can they not?”

As he sits up, his loincloth shifts to the side, and I see his thick teal cock press up against his abs. It’s bigger–by several orders of magnitude–than I ever could have expected. I can’t even blink, my eyes bulge as I take it in.

He notices me looking, and he looks down at his cock.

“Yes,” he says, “My spear is ready.”

God, I hadn’t even gotten that far yet. The afterglow feels so damn good after that orgasm that I probably could have ridden it happily for another two days, but the sight of that gorgeous and massive cock does something to me. The hunger in Titus’ eyes grows too, and I see him looking between my legs.

“Will it fit?” I ask.

“It truly can go inside?” he asks.

I look at him in confusion. “Of course...but it’s just...I’ve never had one so big.”

“I will be gentle,” he says.

Before I can get another word in, he grabs me by the ankles and pulls my legs back. He moves over me and slaps his gargantuan cock down across my soaked lips. He moves back and forth and gazes down across my body, I feel his thick warmth and his bulging veins slide wet across my sensitive outer lips. My eyes roll back into my head, and I resolve that I will take this cock. I don’t care how big it is, I just know that I need it inside me.

“Take me,” I whisper, closing my eyes.

And then I feel an intense pressure as his head sinks into my opening. It’s impossibly tight, and it’s more painful than I could have imagined.

My first instinct is to tense up, to push him away, and to give up for fear of more pain.

But then Titus touches me. His hand gently reaches out, and his palm presses against my side, just above my pelvic bone. His fingers trace toward my belly, and there’s such a calm tenderness in this motion, that I relax at once. My whole body goes docile, and I feel myself open up in a way I never have before.

Then he thrusts inside me. I feel his impossibly large cock split me so wide and fill me so airtight that I think I’m going to die, but the pain is gone. Something about the way he touched me seemed almost supernatural, but as his girth fills me, I stop caring how it is possible. I care only about how fucking good it feels.

As his balls press against my outer lips, I realize that I’ll never again be satisfied by a human cock. Which is just as well, because I’ll probably never even see another human man so long as I live. If I’m lucky I can find Alice or Amber somewhere on this planet, but I’ll never see another man of my kind. But with a man like Titus, that’s no real loss.

I wrap my legs around him, digging my heels into his muscular back, and then I open my eyes briefly to see him looking at me with wide-eyed wonder.

“It’s too much,” he whispers.

“If you cum right away,” I say, “It won’t matter. It’s so good already.”

“How could I possibly cum before you?” he asks, and then he starts to thrust in and out.

I move like I never have before. I often just kind of lay there while a guy gets himself off, never really feeling a whole lot myself.

With Titus it’s different, even on my back I want to move. Even though he’s fucking me with savage intensity, faster and harder than anything I’d ever imagined, I still move as much as I can against him, pinned beneath his massive body.

I want to feel it all. I want to feel everything. And I do. By God, I feel more than I’ve ever felt, as if the entire universe were contained in that teal alien cock. It’s like a cosmic force sliding in and out of my body, joining us together.

I grip his hips and ass, and I feel those perfect muscles working as he begins to pound me with feverish intensity. I scream and moan, and even though the road and wagons are at least a half mile away, I still fear someone will hear me. Titus grabs my waist and shifts me ever so slightly, and he presses back deep inside me.

His cock slides against me in just the right way, against a part of me I never knew existed, and my throat tightens up, cutting off my moan. And my breath.

When I finally can breathe again, I scream so loud I think I might actually die. My heart explodes in my chest, and so much adrenaline surges through me that I do think I die, at least for a second or two.

Then I come back around, open my eyes, and see Titus’ deep violet eyes gazing intently into me as he plows into me. I look up at him for a moment or two, and then he hits me in that spot again, and my eyes roll back into my head.

My body quivers, my insides tighten, and my nails dig into his lower back. I feel myself gushing again, but he’s plugged me airtight with his cock, so there’s nowhere for it to go. The pressure builds inside me, and as he pulls out for a brief moment, I gush, and then he plunges back in. His cock feels warmer than ever soaked in my juices, and the orgasm hits me hard, like a brick wall moving at the speed of light.

I feel nothing but what is inside of me, everything else disappears. I feel every last bulge and vein of his thickness sliding in and out of me. I feel him grow more and more as he thrusts, and then I feel the first intense pressure of his release hitting my back wall.

I gasp as he cums again and again, filling me up with his seed. I gyrate and thrust against him as much as I can while still pinned beneath him.

He slides in and out, and each time he pulls out, some of his seed drips out of me, sending a warm tingling wetness dripping down my ass cheeks.

I come out of the orgasm as if waking from a trance. I hear only my labored breath, and I feel my lungs burn, like I’m gasping for air after running a marathon. But this afterglow is more powerful than any runner’s high, and Titus’ cock is still buried inside me, twitching and releasing the last drops of his warm cum.

I run my fingers along his back, each small movement sending warm waves pulsing with my body. He presses his lips against my neck, running his tongue gently across the supple and sensitive skin of my neck.

“I will do better next time,” he finally says.

I laugh, completely unable to fathom how he could ever do better than that. Even if he only fucked me half as good for the rest of our time together, I’d die happy.