Orange Sky, page 2
part #1 of Manasty Series
I turned my face toward him, expecting to see the back of his head. But I’m surprised to see his face. He had watched me while doing that! He sported a smirk similar to a conqueror, having had his first virgin bride. Well, too bad I’m not a virgin. It had been years since Jake. I’d been too busy building my career to enter into a relationship. I’m not into casual sex. Maybe it’s the reason why I’m panting now. Hard.
I say, “A-Asshole.”
The guy just smirked and looked very pleased with himself. I could not imagine what I looked like then. He brought his hand slicked with my juices to his face. His eyes pinned me in place as he licked his fingers one by one. I didn’t know whether to be thrilled or vomit. The way he looked at me, he liked what he tasted. He sucked his middle finger last. Slowly.
He turned back to my lower regions, and I thought he would let me go. Unfortunately, it seemed he wasn’t done with me yet. I heard him suck his finger again. Then he inserted a finger in my ass! What the hell—
“Two holes,” he said, sounding pleased as a slight burn traveled up my lower back. I do not know what he expected because I do not produce liquid to lubricate myself there. I squirmed and tried to wiggle away.
A few moments into it, he seemed to realize it as well. It’s painful. He pulled out and I thought finally he would let me go. He opened a pouch from his belt. And soon enough, he inserted two fingers. I moaned in pain. It burned. I doubled my efforts to escape him because I felt like I would be split open.
His movement stopped and then he looked at me. My face was scrunched up and I panted in pain this time. He knitted his brow. He looked puzzled. He removed one finger and kept in his possibly bigger middle finger. He slowed, pushing in and out one knuckle at a time. And while he did that, he intently watched my face. I tried to control my expression. Will he think I’m defective if I do not get pleasure from this?
I’d never had anal sex. And this this is rape. But do I endure this to survive? Or fight now and die? I had survived 34 years on Earth. Still, too young, considering the average human life had extended to 150 years. With advancements in technology, we could prolong life and age slowly. But survival was different because everything was almost semi-controlled by the government; otherwise, there would be no room on Earth to inhabit. We hadn’t yet reached space travel beyond the Solar System. However, for the past fifty years, the government has revealed footage of alien spaceships visiting Earth every now and then. No alien contact though.
I jolted when he inserted a finger in my pussy again. He alternated the movement of both fingers simulating sex with a cock. Against my will, I was soon panting with need. The guy had a stoic look on his face. Like a scientist on the verge of a discovery.
What kind of planet is this? Better yet, who is this guy?
All too soon, I had my second orgasm. I moaned out loud to my eternal shame. I could not control my body’s tremors. Either this guy is just that good or those earlier aliens injected something in me to make me feel this wanton. Even with my second orgasm, I felt like I could go for more. But the tremors were not as intense as the first one.
“You’ll do,” the guy said when I finished, panting. His face showed no emotions. He slowly removed his fingers and crouched near my leg. That was the chance I’d been waiting for. I wanted to stand up and run! But my legs felt like jelly after having two orgasms in a row. In fact, I was a bit sleepy. Not good.
I was not able to resist when he held my legs open for inspection. He moved nearer and focused on what was between my legs. I noticed I didn’t have my natural curls down there.
Yes, I’m positive. The aliens who abducted me were probably on the classical sex slave mission. How lucky can I get?
He moved nearer and inhaled. What the f—
He made that purring and rumbling sound.
To my utter shock, he moved forward and inhaled deeply. More purring and rumbling. He continued to sniff as he moved up my body. When he reached my breasts, I could clearly see his hair, and it did look soft. He smelled of motor oil, incense, and burned cinnamon.
Suddenly, he grabbed my arms and held me up as he stood. Up close, I saw his neck tendons, arm muscles, and neckline. I refuse to look into his face. His skin had short fur but other parts of his chest were hairless.
He seemed to be examining me as he held my arms.
When he let me go, I was glad my legs could support me. He went toward his gear, only a few feet away. I could clearly see the wreckage from my pod. Some parts are still burning. It surprisingly looked intact. But a huge portion of the glass was broken and the bottom portion of the pod had been burned off. There was still some light smoke coming from it. In fact, only a few inches more, it would have reached my feet.
It left a deep trench on impact.
I should be dead. But thank God I’m still alive. Or is it something to be thankful for? What awaits me on this planet? I’m surrounded by a dry desert of some sort. The dirt here is orange. Not red, not brown. There was no green. The sun is too bright. Wait. I looked up. The suns were too bright!
The suns.
All of a sudden, I felt thirsty. And a bit dizzy. Might be because of the two suns. Surprisingly, it isn’t hot. It’s just the right amount of warmth.
I tried to move around. My feet were steady.
I felt itchy and some parts of my legs, back, and arms were throbbing. My head feels okay. But I felt so alone. I’m thankful for this alien who might save or enslave me.
He looked at me intently.
He approached and I froze when he bent and licked the left side of my cheek.
“What are these?” he asked, looking into my eyes.
What did he mean?
He placed a finger on my cheek, catching my tears.
Oh, I was crying. Great! Species like them don’t cry at all!
This reduced me to a crying, bawling creature. I cried out my frustrations. Even pounded my fists on his chest, covered in a lackluster tunic.
“Stop it,” he said, grabbing my arms. Yes, how typical of a man. But still, I continued to cry, but for his benefit, I tried to lessen my howling. Not sure why, but I ended up sitting again. I’m now hiccupping and crying silent tears.
The brute stood and dusted his leather pants that clung to his muscular thighs. I am not fond of overly muscled men. In fact, I prefer chubby men because they are cuddly and soft.
Again, why am I attracted to him?
Speaking of hard, I can't stop from glancing at his crotch. Either he is immune to my charms, which doesn't match his lust-filled eyes, or his leather prevents me from seeing.
He made a noise. I saw he looked very much like the Cheshire cat. Damn it, he caught me looking.
I made one last desperate sniffle to stop my crying.
I stood lest he molested me again with his fingers or, shuddering, his whole body. I do not know yet how to feel about this. He makes me feel good but I refuse to succumb to his charms. Is he my hero for saving me from wreckage or my jailer?
He went to get something from his brown leather bag. It is overly long and wide. The thing could probably hold a machine gun or other weapons to kill me with.
“Here, drink this.”
My eyes were probably as big as saucers and he might think I’m dumb because I just stared at the leather flask that hopefully held water. My thirst urged me to grab it from him and open the flask. It looked similar to the water skins some hikers used.
It was refreshingly cool, but I spewed them out after a few gulps.
The big guy was so angry he grabbed the flask, growled at me with menacing eyes, and grabbed my upper arm again. I’m doomed! Their water is too salty! It’s like drinking seawater.
Suddenly, I felt the rough side of his tongue against my chin and cheeks. Is he trying to eat me? Oh, he’s just licking the water from my chin and cheeks. Okay, I get the message. Water is too precious on this planet. I guess I’ll know later if I will react badly to their drinking water or not. I hope the aliens who abducted me were decent enough to inject me with antibodies and not just a lust hormone. If I am sane, I will bust this guy’s balls and scratch his eyes out.
I hissed a bit because some water dribbled to the cuts on the front of my body. Definitely salty.
“You do not waste water,” he angrily said. His face was too near and I could clearly see his large irises. His eyes were both eerie and beautiful. Scary because they are not like humans. And right now, he seemed furious. Those furious eyes remind me of a storm brewing on a clear ocean. He has long black eyelashes tipped in white.
“Do you understand?”
I nodded and he seemed a bit surprised.
“Do you understand me?”
When I nodded again, he gripped my arm tighter. I noticed belatedly that he’d changed his tone. I remembered how he said Do you understand me the first time and it differed. His eyes narrowed to slits for a bit before he relaxed his grip and released me.
He threw the flask into his leather bag and walked a few meters away from me. His lips were moving but I couldn't hear the words. He looked at me, narrowed his eyes and turned around.
Of course, he doesn’t trust me. If our situation is reversed, I would probably feel the same. And most likely abandon him and call 911.
I turned my back on him and took this time to check in on myself.
Even though the water was salty, I felt energized. I straightened and stretched a bit. Doing my normal warm-up routine before taking a five-mile run. Well, more like a five-mile walk. I still had lots of extra pounds I wanted to lose. When I tried to bend, that’s when I felt pain in my lower back and part of my upper shoulders. I saw small and big violet bruises scattered all over my body. I probably looked like a personal punching bag. My oval face was most likely rounder.
Overall, it was a miracle I survived. Entering any planet’s atmosphere in what looked like a small capsule seemed impossible. I’d made a great entrance to this world! I didn’t want to imagine what terrors would befall me on this journey. I would do the one good thing humans are good at. And that is adapt. I would try to adapt, and maybe, one day, I’d learn how to get back home.
3
BRYNN
“We need to leave.”
I visibly jumped. Goodness, he moved like a cat! I hadn’t heard him approach. I turned slowly; my lower back hurt a little.
I just nodded. He seemed surprised, then suspicious.
His only saving grace, in my opinion, was when he urged me to put on a black long-sleeved jumpsuit that covered me from neck to ankle. I doubt this belonged to him because it would have been too small for him. I had to fold in the loose ends because whoever owned this had longer limbs. For the shoes, he gave me big black combat-like shoes that were heavenly to my bruised feet. Unfortunately, I did not have the luxury to bathe before I donned this fresh-looking jumpsuit. I debated whether I’d feel comfortable borrowing his leather pants and undershirt. At least this one hid my skin and bruises.
How I wished for water to wash away the dirt and dried blood on my skin. I’m pretty sure the aliens who had abducted me injected me with something that just made me horny, but my wounds are healing up. Amazing. Or it could be the environment here. The ground felt steady as I walked and followed the big guy. At least the gravity on this planet was the same as Earth. However, the air felt dryer, which made me cough a little. But the air smelled clean.
We’d been traveling for years. That’s what it felt like. Without any watch, I could not tell. All I knew was that the two suns were still in the same position as when we began walking. Maybe it’s just been ten minutes since we left the crash site. Why did the big guy refuse to talk to me? When I made noises, he’d just ignored me. He seemed confident I would not kill him. His back was accessible within my reach.
When we started walking, I thought he had super boots or superhero powers that made him move quickly. That, or I was still hurt from my ordeal. Maybe on this planet, surviving a crash from outer space was normal.
He refused to leave me though, and he slowed down so I could catch up to him. It’s not like I could run anyway. We were in a wide-open, orange, dusty land.
When I looked back, I could not see the wreckage, so maybe we had achieved quite a distance already. I saw no mountains or hills. Just tons and tons of dusty orange sand.
A while later, I did not know how to ask for more water. Okay, granted, it’s salty, but I was sure it gave me some strength earlier. A few sips might give me an extra boost because I thought I was seeing things. I was positive we were in an open desert, but now I saw a huge forest ahead. Tall mushroom-like trees were up ahead in a blink of an eye. And when I looked from side to side, they were lined up as far as I could see.
I shivered a little and went to close the distance between me and the big guy. I looked up and he was staring into my face as well. I could tell he was trying to read my thoughts. I pointed to the trees and asked, “What are those?”
He didn’t say anything and went back to the trees. As he walked, I tried to glue myself to him. I saw the lines on his forearms with fur standing on end. He was wary of what lay beyond those trees.
We both tripped when I accidentally placed my left foot in his path. He was able to catch his step. And caught me at the same time. He looked pissed. As soon as I was up, he gingerly removed my arm.
When he motioned for me to walk in front of him, I vehemently shook my head, hoping it was the same on Earth and the universal sign for No. He looked puzzled, his brow creased. Maybe he understood because he walked ahead of me again. Without looking back, he grabbed my left hand and placed mine on the edge of his long bag. He didn’t have to tell me twice that he wanted me to hold onto him. It made me feel safe. But at the same time, I had to keep my distance so I didn’t hamper his movements.
How intriguing.
When we passed the first row of mushroom-like trees, I noticed how innocent they looked. Just some oversized trees, nothing harmful. But the way they were so big made me think of Alice drinking the shrinking potion. I tried to keep positive.
Then I noticed something strange. There was no noise. Only our footsteps. Are there no animals in this place? Not even a breeze.
I looked down, and instead of moss or grass, I saw orange sand. And orange trees that were like the date trees from the Middle East. Or a cactus of some sort that can thrive on dry land. I remembered seeing an orange planet while up in space. This must be what the planet is like all over.
When I looked back and see if we’d made footprints, the big guy tugged at me and warned, “Don’t look back. Whatever you do, do not look back.”
Okay. Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. Because what he said made me really want to look back just to see what would happen. Yet, I had goosebumps all over my body, thinking, what if.
Happy thoughts. Just look forward. Be mesmerized by how the big guy’s arms were muscled and bunched up when he made his way around the trees. Even though he had stripes that were actually short fur spiraled over the skin that I could see, he still looked human to me. He did look human, except what I’d thought was a tattoo now looked like condensed, barely noticeable hair or fur. Looking down, I can saw the outline of his ass in his leather pants. And they look mighty fine to me.
I shivered.
Plus, of course, his tail. It felt scandalous that his whiplike tail just jutted out from above his ass and looked like a costume because, in my opinion, it looked attached to his belt rather than his body.
Hmmm.
His tail had smooth fur, like on his body. The end tapered to a point but was shaped like a watercolor brush. When dipped in water, it would turn black? Like most of his body, it was metallic gray to black. His skin, like on his face, was tan.
All of a sudden, I felt too warm. The jumpsuit was starting to feel itchy.
Have we been walking for hours?
“We’re almost there. Hold on,” the big guy said and I wondered why. Then I realized that I was moaning. My fist was tightly bound to the edge of his bag. And he was already half-dragging me as I tried to catch up to his steps. Then, to my horror, I was wet and oozing from my core! What is happening to me?
I was not normally this horny. It took a lot of foreplay or imagination for me to get this horny with a boyfriend. And sometimes, never. What did those bastard aliens do to me?
Big guy grabbed my arm and hurled me toward an open but dilapidated cabin. I stumbled inside and heard a loud bang.
Looking back, I saw dozens or maybe hundreds of burned orange vines at the windows. At first, they were vines, then they got thicker like tree trunks. Some had turned black, but most were green to dark green. There’s a loud banging on the metal door. Dents, the same shape as a large tree trunk, appeared in the door.
Big guy looked worried that some could come through the doors or windows. Even the ceiling.
Suddenly, he was holding a huge broadsword. The one attached to his back.
He turned so quickly that I took a couple of steps back. The back of my knees hit something, and I found myself sitting on a bed.
But Big guy wasn’t looking at me. He looked at the wall to my back. I froze. Sensing danger behind me.
But I saw the minute he relaxed. He took a deep breath as if inhaling all the cobwebs and musk of the place.
The large vines retreated and light was coming through the doors the windows.
He looked down at me, his sword still up.
“You smell,” he accused.
The nerve of this guy!
I glared at him as if that would make him melt into the floor. But I felt too hot. Too unlike me.
4
BRYNN
Ihad no time to analyze anything. He bent his right arm and unleashed his broadsword. Then slashed me.
In my mind, my body split in half.
The next thing I knew, I was lying on soft material and all I saw was his broad chest. I was scratching at it, but my nails were too short. I wanted to mark him for some reason. From afar, I heard a metal clang against the floor.
