Star Catcher (6 page)

“Time to gather up our belongings, my little ones!” The woman clapped her hands over her head, and all the children dispersed.

Noth hung back, but Stella glanced up and met his gaze. She held up her index finger mysteriously and then went to a corner of the room. She returned with a sweater draped over her arm and a bag slung over her shoulder.

“Wow. That hair is even worse than I remembered,” she teased, as she laced her fingers through his.

“Your hair is more
spleid
than I remembered.”

“
Spleid
?” She looked at him curiously.

“
Spleid
is the name for the band of color that appears when light shines through water vapor. We use the word for anything wondrously beautiful.”

Her smile was the widest he had ever seen. Noth made a mental note to tell her such things frequently. It made her joyful. He could not believe it, but the human made him exceedingly content. A pleasant pressure built up in his chest whenever he looked at her. Additionally, there was the swelling he felt in his lower garments. Now he knew its origin; his cock was always pleased to be close to her.

When they arrived at Stella’s dorm, she gazed around her room before moving the wooden chair parked before her rudimentary data storage device. She scooted the seat over to a section of floor that did not have a fabric covering.

“That way I can sweep it up easily,” she informed him. “My electric broom doesn’t work for shit on the rug.”

“Shit on the rug?” He had no idea what she meant. The rug must be the fabric. His fingers raked through his choppy mane. “This is shit?”

Stella laughed loudly. It came from deep inside her and bubbled out like music. She was an astonishing creature. Everything about her intrigued him. He wanted to know and understand each aspect of her personality, her body, her being.

Unfortunately, that could never happen. A stabbing pain shot through his chest at the realization.

“This—” She stepped closer and ran her fingers through his irregular locks. “—is pretty shitty.”

She was grinning again, and Noth could not keep away. He leaned over and placed his lips on hers. Stella’s fingers slid down, twining into the hair on the back of his head. She pulled him in closer, offering her tongue. He met it with his own, and a low groan sounded from the back of his throat when her warm mouth responded so willingly.

She pulled away to skip kisses across his cheek and down his neck. Her sharp teeth tugged at the sensitive skin below his jaw. His
brackligg
already felt like a missile ready to fire. It was hard and heavy in his constricting pants. He knew only one solution for his problem. Well, maybe two.

“I want to put my cock inside of you.”

Stella stopped her nibbling and pulled back. “I’ve created a monster!” The corners of her mouth tilted up as she spoke.

He had not upset her.
Good.

She spun free of his arms and walked to a battered door. After jerking it open, she bent over to grab a small pink bag out of the storage space. The thin fabric of her skirt pulled taut against her backside when she moved. Noth had an overwhelming urge to grab her hips and bury himself deep within her from behind.

If that makes me a monster, I want to be one. Blazing comets, do I want to!

Stella stuck her hand in the sack and pulled out a black, oblong instrument. A cap on the end popped off to reveal small metal teeth, and a long cord stuck out of the other side. She gestured to the chair as she plugged the end into a hole in the wall.

“Sit down. First, I’ll even it out with the scissors, and then I’ll shave the back and sides.” She held up what must be scissors as she spoke. The black machine would be used for shaving.

“But don’t worry. I won’t go too short. I like it longish.”

Her plump, pink lips curved up. He stared, entranced. Noth could look at her face until his body ceased functioning and beyond that. After his life-energy rose into the dark beyond to shine down on all that would come after, her tiniest detail would remain imprinted on his being.

In total compliance, he sat frozen despite his urge to reach for her. Stella yelled at him twice for involuntarily turning toward the slicing sound at his ears, but soon enough she stepped back and eyed him appreciatively.

“That is about a million times better.”

She handed him a small circular looking glass from her dresser. Noth gaped at the image in the mirror, stunned by his human appearance. The temptation to become one of them and forsake his family, his years of perseverance, struck him with a sudden and forceful blow. What was he contemplating?

“I want to take you home with me so you can cut this …
shit
every time it grows long.” He smiled up at her, charmed by her laugh. It was quickly becoming his favorite sound, although the noises she made when he licked her and when he was inside of her the other night were amazing.

“Ugh. You must be so itchy. Here, let’s take this off.” Stella pulled at his shirt, rolling it up in the back to keep the hair particles from reaching more of his skin.

“I think I’ve got something that needs to be scratched myself.” She winked before she raised her own shirt up and off. Her breast-holder was red. It was made of a mesh fabric, which allowed him to catch a glimpse of the darker skin of her nipples between the tiny holes. His blood pressure spiked and pounded like an asteroid shower in his ears. The excess flow diverted to his cock, judging by the stiffness in his pants.

She lowered the zipper behind her back, and the skirt floated down to her ankles to reveal matching red underwear. They were of the same delicate material, riding low on her hips. The bottom half of her backside peeked beneath the edge of the fabric as she bent over to grasp the shaver once more.

“I just have to finish trimming up the back and sides, and then you’ll be all set. I expect a decent tip for all my hard work, you know.” She slid by him in her near-nakedness and then tipped his head forward with a firm hand. He wanted to reach behind and grab her, pull her skimpy panties off with his teeth, and bury his face between her legs.

The device snapped loudly to life and then skimmed over the back of his head. She alternated the shaving with sweeps of her fingers and puffs of air from her mouth to remove bits of hair. The tingle of her cool breath soothed his irritated skin and fluttered provocatively past his ears. She made him ache for more than gentle caresses. His
brackligg
was on fire, primed to explode if only she would touch him.

Finally, she stood before him and pushed his chin upward before administering a quick buzz on either side of his face, in front of his ears. He could not resist. He wrapped his hands around her curvy figure and pulled her to sit on his lap.

“Are you finished?”

“I suppose so. It’s not like you have any other hair on your body to trim.”

Noth smiled slightly and turned the subject back to her. He did not have a ready answer if she questioned why he was hairless everywhere else. When he had planned this mission, the need for body hair had been nonexistent. He never expected an Earthling to see him uncovered.

How wrong he had been.

He could not wait to get the rest of his clothes off.

“Do you use this down here?” His fingers skated over the thin lace that covered the miracle between her legs. She wiggled under his touch, inhaling sharply.

“This?” The shaver was still in her hand, and she snapped it on once more and slowly moved the trembling body of the machine down. She bit her bottom lip, and her eyelids partially closed as the instrument hummed against her barely covered pussy.

“What are you doing?”

“Try.” She smiled mischievously and placed the machine sideways against his
brackligg
.

To his surprise, the rumbling device sent tiny undulations of pleasure shaking through his body.

“The movement…” It was all he could say.

“It’s called vibration. You should feel a real vibrator. A machine made just … for … this.” She scooted forward to grind her pussy against the bulge in his pants and share the pulsations.
Scrion!
He could feel her heat through his jeans, through her skimpy briefs. She was so warm. He wanted to join with her, to be wrapped in her snug body. Noth grabbed Stella’s backside and squeezed while pressing her burning flesh closer to his own.

“Careful. I don’t want a buzz cut on my crotch.”

“Crotch?”

“Another word for pussy. And this—” She grabbed one of his hands with her free one and forced his palm against her butt cheek. “—is my ass.”

“I like your ass.”

She giggled. “Sometimes called a butt.”

The firm but ample flesh was perfect for holding on to when he was …
huh. What was the word?

“What do you call it when I am inside you? Fertilization?”

“God! I hope not! We’ve been good about using condoms. I don’t think there was any breakage, although the average-sized ones are too small for the likes of this.” She reached out and gave his erection a squeeze through his pants, grinning and wiggling her eyebrows. “No, usually people call it fucking. Or making love. Screwing is another word. Or just plain sex.”

“I noticed nothing
plain
about it.” He was so confused. Was it her nearness? Noth found it difficult to concentrate when he was so disturbingly hard for her. Maybe he was not getting enough blood to his brain. It was all in his cock.

“Come on. We can get you cleaned up, and I’ll show you how I shave.”

Stella removed herself from his straining bulge and turned off the shaving machine. She grabbed a small zippered pouch from the drawer near her bed and gave him a coy smile as she walked past him. Her supple ass was a beacon, and he followed as if led in chains. Stella opened the door to the bathing room and snapped on the light. It was white and clean and smelled flowery. The scent he recognized as hers from the times he was lucky enough to have his face pressed against her hair.

She closed the door behind him and turned to unbutton his pants and work them down around his eager cock. His boxer briefs were next. The cool air on his naked flesh was made more remarkable by the opposing warmth of her hands as she caressed his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her body against his. Stella’s jutting nipples brushed his skin through the undergarment that covered them. Leaning in, Noth kissed her, his tongue demanding as he probed her equally frantic mouth. He palmed her ass, pulling her up against his throbbing cock as he blazed kisses down her neck, sucking and nibbling.

She threw her head back, offering the tender skin to him. Noth lifted her body against his and felt her long legs wrap around his back. A low growl escaped his lips. It sounded savage, unrecognizable. How did this human make him feel so uncontrolled, like a ferocious
wrov
hunting prey back on his home planet? But Stella was far from weak. Fierce and hot-blooded, yet soft and sensitive, she made the females from Artanos seem bland in comparison.

And her tight, wet pussy made him insane.

Noth propped her bottom onto the lip of the sink. His hands free, he grabbed the back of her silken head with one palm, and covered her mouth with ravenous kisses as he pulled down the front of her tit-holder. A luscious pink nipple jumped into his hand. He bent his head to claim it, to suck the tight peak with a near-brutal depravity. He
was
the monster she had called him earlier. Out of control, delirious, he was beyond the ability to think of anything more than this moment. This fuck.

Stella kissed him hard, and he felt her roll a soft, slithery cover over the head of his cock and work it down to the base.

Noth pulled the elastic of her briefs to the side, freeing a passage for his ready
brackligg
to enter her. Hard and fast, he slammed inside her sweet space as a groan shivered out of him. Relief flooded his body; a palpable sense of homecoming washed over him as his full cock slid slickly in and out of ecstasy. Her hot folds wrapped around him, taking him in completely. Each thrust brought him closer and closer to the edge. He wanted to jump into the abyss with her and feel her satisfaction engulf him.

He was so close. Noth kept a firm hand on her ass and pressed himself farther inside to rock against her core. Her husky cries inched him ever nearer to exploding. He pulled the crotch of her panties up for complete access and the material pressed between her pussy lips. The friction on her clitoris seemed to increase her excitement. Her steamy breath blew with abandon in his ear. It was making him insane. He slipped his thumb beneath the saturated fabric, and felt his seed about to spurt as he began to massage her.

Hold on. Hold on.

His thumb worked her hard nub in a circular motion in time with his lunging strokes. Stella’s panting became a hot tongue probing his ear, and he could not hold back any longer. He was so close to coming. And then she cried out while the muscles of her pussy grabbed his cock and squeezed it rhythmically. He jerked, felt the agonizing rapture as his
brackligg
shot his load. Surge after surge jolted through him.
Dear Mother of Scrion, I have never experienced such perfect bliss.

*

God, this guy can fuck!

Stella was sticky, coated in sweat and the moisture from her orgasm. Her panties were askew and glued to her satisfied lower region. Satisfied? Momentarily. She’d happily take him in her mouth and suck the remnants of their lovemaking off until he grew hard in her once more. And then she could ride this stallion again—all night, if he was up for it. But tiny black hairs clung to his shoulders, and their tenacious irritation chaffed her breasts after their skin-to-skin contact.

She slid off the sink, pulled her messy underthings off, and then turned on the tap for a hot shower.

Stella stepped under the steamy jets and beckoned him in.

The water sluiced down his sculpted chest in an intoxicating waterfall for her eyes only. After Stella squeezed shower gel onto a pouf, she began to lather him up. Mounds of foam slid down his body, caressed his brown nipples, and slid along his rising shaft. He stared at her intently, wordlessly allowing her ministrations.