Out Of This World: Alien Erotica Collection Box Set by Jacqueline D Cirque

Author:Jacqueline D Cirque [Cirque, Jacqueline D]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-08-31T22:00:00+00:00

TAKEN BY THE ALIEN

Fire against a sooty sky. This is all I see as I stare, hands pressed against glass, at the remains of our starship, exploding outwards like a fiery octopus.

My heart thump, thump, thumps against my suit, there is perspiration on my brow and the cylindrical space of our escape pod seems claustrophobic.

Get used to it. The beacon’s set, but we are far off the grid here. It could be a long wait.

I press this thought to the back of my mind, turn and sit on the bench, harness straps hanging now uselessly either side.

He doesn’t make a move to console me. He offers no wisdom nor conservation. My companion sits there, calm and collected, watching me, his lavender eyes large.

I’d seen him around the engine area a few times, an engineer of some description, a Quall.

The Quall, with their blue, star-spangled skin, displaced from their home planet, are always engineers. “A practical, hands-on race,” my commander used to say before no doubt launching into a spiel of their more intimate qualities.

I’d never had a close encounter with one myself. I steered clear when possible, perfectly happy spending time in the mess hall with my own.

I’d heard the stories, though. Everyone had. Some even paid for it.

Timidly, I ask the Quall’s name. He responds, but it’s clear it’s not a name I’ll ever be able to pronounce. He asks mine and I tell him, “Glinda, from the bio department.”

He takes it in, we exchange pleasantries and all while the last embers of our former life ebb away in the darkness beyond. I don’t dare watch out the window any more.

The Quall is quite handsome overall. His cheekbones are chiselled, his features perfectly symmetrical, as Quall’s are known. His hair is a dark, jet black, eyes the same obsidian colour, glowing in the half-light of the capsule.

When we are not rescued the following day, we go about our usual business. We eat. We use the enclosed bathroom at one end of the capsule. We sit on opposing benches. Eventually, we talk, first about our duties in a mechanical kind of way before conversation turns to our colleagues and families back home. I learn a few interesting things of the Quall as a whole and realise that, in all, they are not too dissimilar from us. Externally, yes, with their dark blue skin, black eyes, but internally they suffer the same anguish, feel the same emotions and it becomes clear that we have both lost much in this scenario.

The Quall has no ‘mate’, as they are called, nor do I, and our loneliness in that moment seems to bind us together.

My flings on the ship had been limited to an apprentice deck-hand. He’d taken me on more out of pity than anything else and the sex was mechanical and robotic for it. His dick had vibro implants, but all they achieved was to heighten his orgasm… and neglect my own. Dejected, I hadn’t sort out any more adventures during my two-year contract.

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