For a second, the copy and paste from my Google doc apparently copied the completely wrong thing. Hope no one opened it before the correction. XD Anyway, here ya go.
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Audrey began having second thoughts about letting people in close.
Ever since the initial bonding exercise of making Momo help keep phantom bitch's two stupid cats in line, Beli began visiting more and more. When it wasn't about getting wild animals to behave, she'd just take up food and space at Tala's house, bitching about how much she missed her girlfriend. Apparently, in all her weeping, this big-ass crybaby forgot about the part where she nearly killed her.
"... and… and I just don't know what I'd do if I could never see Amelie again."
Audrey bit her tongue as she blandly flipped through channels, dressed in undergarments and an oversized t-shirt. "Uh-huh." She chalked it up to just not having the energy, which she really didn't.
"She's just the kindest, most beautiful person I ever met. Just amazing, you know?"
"Uhhh, sure. Let's go with that." Bull. Fucking. Shit.
"I'm just so worried…"
'Seriously, bitch? You think you're the only one with shit goin' on? I got two girlfriends and a BFF getting turned into alien chow! How the fuck do you think I feel?!' The goody girl that always kept her out of trouble, the little bitch that always stayed by her side, and the big bimbo that made her a better fucking person! Gone! Audrey questioned what exactly it was that Amelie gave her except for googly eyes.
'Not shit, I think…' Audrey used as she flipped through channels, Momo diving for the aloft remote when the channel landed on My Little Pony.
"Oooo, can we watch this, Miss Audrey, pwetty pwease?!" Beli giggled an annoyingly adorable giggle.
Audrey's head hit the back of the couch. "Fuck my life!" She said that one out loud.
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Amelie awoke groaning, her view of a white, medical ward ceiling interrupted by a head of brilliant red. Amelie managed a weak cough.
"Ta...la?"
"Hey, Am. I always wondered when I'd get the chance to watch you wake up in bed."
The half-wraith smiled through her sickly cough. "Ah have … a girlfriend … an' she's going to kick your ass ... "
"Just so long as you punish me too, Ammie darling."
They glared at each other until their smiles broke into laughter. Pumped full of alien painkillers, Amelie could barely tell up from down. She had to be sure. "We did it… didn't we?"
"We beat Feroza," Tala confirmed. "We're alive for another day."
"Another day, another chance we might ezcape zhis hellhole."
"That's the spirit," Tala grinned. "Um, we'll save the major planning until you're fully recovered. Still gonna need a day or two after the thrashing you took from Feroza."
Amelie's eyes lit up. "Celeste! She was wit me when we were ambushed! Is she -"
"I am perfectly fine, Amelie Delacroix. Though your concern is appreciated."
Amelie just managed to sit up so she could see her alien comrade. Celeste, alive and well, though sporting a new discipline to her stance. The Norai held her back ramrod straight, arms folded behind her back as she stood behind Tala's shoulder. Like a bodyguard, Amelie mused.
With crisp professionalism, Celeste turned to address Tala. "M'yorah, you've assessed Amelie's status. We should depart for the cafeteria for your evening meal. The crowds will be gathering quickly."
"Yeah, I got it, Celeste."
A sudden whimpering noise welled up from Celeste's throat.
"I mean my Celeste. Sorry. Wait at the doors, I'll catch up quick."
"As you command, m'yorah."
Watching Celeste turn and march out the room, Amelie had to reassess. Bodyguard or personal secretary? "What ze hell happened between you two? Does she ztill hate you?"
Tala's shoulders sunk in a deep sigh. "More like the total opposite. I guess my little rescue triggered some sort of bonding ritual for Celeste. I'm officially her alpha female… and all the baggage that comes with."
Amelie couldn't help but laugh herself into stitches. "Seems you've found yourself a doting lap dog, Mizz Stone!"
"Seriously, cut that out - it's weird enough as it is! I can't get a moment's time alone and she's put herself in charge of keeping me 'healthy and on schedule'. It's really starting to grate…"
"Me-yor-ah," Amelie mused, "Ah never heard Feroza's lackeys use zhat term. What's it mean?"
"Beats me," Tala shrugged. "Must be a Norai title."
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Leaving Amelie to recover, Tala wondered if she should've asked for some migraine medication. Sure as hell gonna need it.
Celeste wouldn't allow her to do a damn thing for herself. In the space station hallways, the Norai put herself in charge of crowd control - butting passerbys from Tala's path and warning the oncoming traffic to "make way for your new champion!"
The Norai declared herself in charge of Tala's daily scheduling and planning, which meant round-the-clock fitness and sparring with the Nekorians. "You must maintain peak physical condition to combat rivals, m'yorah."
In the cafeteria, Celeste would steer her directly to a table. "Allow me to queue for your meal, m'yorah." The herbivorous woman always returned with trays stacked full of bland, leafy mush. "For your necessary minerals and vitamins, m'yorah."
I just want a steak…
At the end of the day, Celeste would follow her into their shared quarters and Tala would have to verbally order the Norai out of the room so she could collapse in bed. Always, Celeste would ask that same question with that same mix of hesitation and anticipation.
"Will you will be desiring my services, m'yorah?"
Tala sighed. This would be a long and trying talk. "Look, Celeste – I mean, my Celeste." Dammit, stop with that 'sad puppy' face whenever I forget! "Can we talk about this whole 'alpha bond'?"
"Whatever you wish, m'yorah. As alpha, my devotion is yours. I am yours to command on the battlefield or to administer daily tasks. I am prepared to fulfill your every need." Realizing the implications in her explanation, Celeste averted her eyes. Tala crossed her arms and sighed.
"You don't have to sleep with me just because of some silly custom."
"There is nothing humorous about this! Devoting one's life to her m'yorah is among the highest honours a warrior can take on. And … we Norai choose our m'yorah. There is no coercion. I choose – no, I wish to be with you, Tala Stone."
Tala nodded, relieved to see the earnestness and - dare she say, eagerness - in Celeste's nervous pose. "I understand. In that case, I've got a request, my Celeste." Her face broke into a cool grin. "Tonight, you're gonna be my alpha."
Celeste reared back in horror. "Be your - ? M'yorah, that is an unspeakable offense, it is –"
"Celeste, all this time you were angling to be top dog, right? To make me your woman? That's what you wanted, right?"
Caught in a shameful truth, the Norai averted her eyes. "I ... misjudged my status..."
"Well tonight I want you to take charge. Look, call it a kink or a quirk but… well, I kinda like being the one to look after others. Besides, I'm kinda new to this alpha play and what it means for your people. Think of it as showing me the ropes so I know what's expected. So I know what you want."
Celeste swallowed carefully. Trapped in a daze, she seemed to be considering all the amazing possibilities before her. "I suppose it could prove ... instructional."
Tala spread her arms in offering. "Well, what'll it be, me-your-ha?" She thought she'd copied Celeste's pronunciation perfectly but the Norai rankled her nose at the mangled term.
"Please ... no. If you must use that title, a Terran equivalent would suffice."
"So just 'my alpha'?"
Celeste's cheeks reddened. "M'yorah. A more apt translation would be 'my bel-' I mean, 'my lady'."
"Mmh, I can get behind that. Okay then, what'll it be, m'lady?"
In need of breath, Celeste retreated to the wall-mounted cot, sitting with legs curled beneath her and a blue hand atop her heart. Tala licked her lips seeing her breathing tighten, her cheeks redden. Fuck, you're adorable! Then, hardening into a new role, Celeste's back straightened and her words took on that crisp, commanding tone Tala had first encountered at that fight club.
"Understood. I will assume duties as alpha of this pack. You shall henceforth refer to me as my lady. Is that understood, Tala Stone?"
"Crystal clear, m'lady."
"As your m'yorah, I expect you to fulfill your duties efficiently and professionally. I will not tolerate any half-measures. Is that understood?"
Tala's cheeky reply died under Celeste's harsh, golden stare. "Yeah, I mean, yes, my lady."
"I will be strict but I can be generous as well. As a token of my respect, I grant you the title 'my Tala'. My Tala, this is your alpha's first command:" Celeste grinned. "Your garments – remove them."
Now this takes me back! How long had it been since Feroza had barked that same command? Before, it had sent Tala shivering with a fear for her life. Tonight, those marching orders sent the most delicious shudder down her spine. "As you wish, m'lady."
Once more, Tala turned around to unzip her combat bodysuit, making sure to keep her striptease slow and lingering. She felt no apprehension at peeling her leather coverings off her shoulders, just a rising excitement that brought a goofy smile to her face. So this is what you want, Sexy? She could hear Celeste's heated breaths as the leather inched down her back, the excited scrape of hooves across the floor as her firm ass spilled out of the grasping fabric. Let's have some fun! Tala bent over to tease off her leggings, adding a tantalizing wiggle to her hips and – at the last minute – pulling a chair in front of her firm buns to block Celeste's view.
The Norai's angry pout was adorable, even more so when Tala stepped in front of the chair dangling the empty suit in front of her body like a leather veil. "My Tala, you will drop those garments at once."
Tala was more than happy to toss the sweaty casing over her shoulder, striking a pose with hands on her hips. "Is this to your liking, my lady?"
Celeste's breath hitched. Like Feroza, she approached to inspect her prey but with a reverent hush on her lips. Tala tried to keep her shit-eating grin from showing as this experienced, alien woman circled her with virgin giddiness. A blue hand wandered admiringly over Tala's hard abs, over the curve of her breast and around to her shoulder blade. The desirous shudder when Celeste cupped her bum was breath-stealingly erotic. She's gotta be so wet right now!
Whatever the Norai felt, Celeste kept up the detached, taskmaster persona. "This has been my first opportunity to study a human fully disrobed. You are a wondrous specimen, my Tala."
"My lady, would you permit me the honour of being the first human to see you buck naked?"
The casual tone did not amuse. With a harsh strut to rival Aiko's best dom-play, Celeste barged into her face and shoved her backwards into the metal chair. "You will sit, my Tala. A lesser who makes a request of her m'yorah must do so with the most reverent of tone. You have much to learn. Furthermore," she added, "you would not be the first human to admire this body. I disrobed before Amelie and Nicole when they sought my aid at the forest arena."
An alien striptease. Nikki must have been rubbing herself off for a whole week! Aloud, Tala coughed. "My lady, I would be ever so humbled – and ever so aroused – if you would do me the honour of disrobing and allowing me to gaze upon your beautiful body."
Celeste made a point of tapping her chin in thought, of clicking her hooves around Tala and considering her lessor's request. Even if she got a flat-out 'no', Tala would take the images of Celeste in that skin-tight, translucent-red fluid suit to the grave. Finally, the Norai paused before her and gestured to a small, black stud on her hip.
"Depressurize me."
Tala growled, realizing she was being asked the alien equivalent of unzipping her dress. Hell, yeah! Her thumb punched the button and there was a sudden sputter of water bursting through tiny pipes. The red rubber clinging to Celeste's curvaceous body deflated and drooped limply off her curves.
The alien smirked as she turned away and proceeded about her own striptease. Tala hissed – wherever the red latex oozed off of Celeste's perfect body, a viscous, blue fluid remained. The coolant gel, Tala realized. Still stuck to her skin like a layer of shimmering baby oil. When Celeste bent over to slide the latex off her rear, Tala was sure she'd died and gone to heaven. With a rubbery sclurp and a flick of a cloven leg, Celeste's bare and shapely back was on full display.
And when Celeste slowly shimmied backwards and sat that tantalizing ass onto Tala's knees, she swore she'd died a second time in one night. "My lady…" she purred, hands reaching out to touch this dripping, oily blue goddess.
A sharp click of Celeste's tongue and a slap on the palm forced her wandering hands to retreat. "I have not granted you permission to touch, my Tala. Keep your hands at your side. Hold the seat of your chair if you must. That is your lady's command."
The alien woman didn't even glance backwards. Tala sucked in a breath. I can't even touch myself? Shit, even Aiko wasn't that cruel! "My lady, don't make me wait..."
Then, as if she weren't perched on the leg of a naked woman, Celeste went about humming to herself, rubbing the coolant gel along her bare arms like she was soaping up for a bath. Spreading it out evenly, Tala purred. Getting her entire body lathered in an even coat.
"My Tala? Praise me. Tell me why you desire me as your alpha."
Well, if Tala couldn't touch with hands, her honeyed tongue would have do. "My lady, what's not to admire? You're one of the most accomplished fighter's I've gone toe-to-toe with. Your tracking skills, your combat training -" Tala winced as Celeste's hoof stamped lightly on her foot.
"Is your hearing faulty? I desire you to praise me."
Dirty talk? So that's what you're after. Tala made her desires known – growling and hissing through her teeth. "My lady, your body is the most beautiful work of art in the galaxy."
"Mm, I see." Still disinterested, Celeste's hands crossed over her chest, gliding down her swollen chest and stomach. The graceful tease ramped up Tala's boldness.
"My lady, will you permit me to be crude?"
"Very well, my Tala. Speak freely."
"My lady… I don't think I've ever yearned for someone the same way I yearn for you."
That seemed to pique her interest. "Tell me, my Tala. How do you yearn for me?"
"Those tits of yours? I get so wet just looking at them. After the fight club, hell, during our fight, all I could think about is touching them. Feeling them. Tasting them. I'm so close now, my nipples are rock hard. I want to worship them, squeeze them till they're raw, then tease them and go gentle." In her seat, Tala shimmied her chest, rubbing those pert tips against the slick skin of her master, shuddering at the electrifying sensation.
"Hm." But despite Celeste's goosebumps and her own rigid tips, she remained indifferent to her Tala's neediness. Her oil rub shifted to favor her breasts, caressing her swollen mounds in sensual circles. "Continue."
"Your body is something that drives me absolutely insane. If I could touch it, I'd rub myself up and down those rock-hard abs, then I'd spend the rest of the night cleaning up my mess. Mmmmm, with my tongue." Tala took a deep breath, shuddering as she exhaled, goosebumps going from her shoulders to her legs.
"I'd go all around those bouncy, firm tits… down those rock-hard abs once I'm done grinding on them… over those child-bearing hips that I could cum just from sitting on… over that tight ass that I'm itching to just dive tongue-first between and hear the love-struck sounds… and stop at those legs, maybe grind on and clean them too… then I'd go back to what's waiting between them to finish the job, make my name be heard."
"So you desire my body? To touch and pleasure me?"
"Oh god, I've wanted to feel you up ever since you came out in that sexy red number: rip it off, shove you down and suck you off from your neck all the way down between those juicy thighs."
"Mmm," Celeste's hands wandered down her stomach and lower still. Tala sucked in her breath as she watched the alien woman spread her knees. "So your ministrations, they would be ... thorough?" Celeste's fingers sunk towards her thighs in leisurely, warm-up strokes.
"My lady, I would see you satisfied."
She aimed that breathy whisper so it hit Celeste right on the neck, making the Norai's back stiffen and breath gasp. Despite the sure signs of arousal, Celeste kept infuriatingly casual as she came to a decision – sliding her oily buttocks up Tala's thighs until her back and shoulders could sink into Tala's toned abs and chest. The hands between Celeste's legs began to rub in earnest.
"My Tala, I am going to pleasure myself. Should you so desire, you may adore my torso with your hands."
Fuck, yes! Tala fist-pumped internally. "Just my hands, m'lady? I'm much more skilled with my mouth."
"Don't push your luck-Aah!" Celeste's body stiffened in surprise as Tala's hands slipped under blue shoulders to cup her breasts.
"Like that, m'lady?"
Celeste shuddered out her order. "Harder."
Tala held nothing back, channeling all her pent-up horniness into gripping Celeste's flesh as vigorously as she could. The alien oil sent her hands slipping and sliding. She gathered up dripping lotion from Celeste's stomach to lather over her breasts, all the while crushing Celeste tight against her chest so she could work a buzz through her own aching breasts and nipples. She milked the inner curve of Celeste's shoulder blades for all the friction she could get, flicking her hot tips against the hard bone until they were hot, stiff and begging to be pinched.
God, I need this! She was sure Celeste was fighting just as hard to keep up the role of the disinterested mistress. She could see her neck shudder and resist the urge to look backwards – to acknowledge Tala was driving her wild.
"Do you wish to see my body? Your lady can arrange it." Flicking out a cloven hoof, Celeste tapped a button that sent a wall panel sliding upwards. Before them stretched a full-length mirror. Tala gasped at the reflected sight:
Celeste, her blue butt rubbing over her lap in a reverse lap dance, legs spread as her fingers played with her alien jewel. Tala's strong hands, firmly grasping the alien woman's breasts, dark-blue nipples fondled between her fingers. Most erotic of all was the flushed look on Celeste's face. They were grinning, the both of them, enjoying the hell out of this foreplay.
And seeing that naked enjoyment, that barely contained release made them both pant hotter and heavier.
Tala drank in the exquisite sight of Celeste playing with her folds, excited to see this alien woman masturbate for her. Celeste's one hand worked her clit, alternating between small circles that pressed down the pleasure and quick tapping motions that drummed up her blood. The other pleasured the folds of her labia, second and fourth fingers spreading her lips so her middle finger could slick insider. Pink, Tala realized. Her inner walls were pink.
Tala did her part to build Celeste's pleasure, working her hands over the alien woman's slippery breasts. Celeste groaned out her pleasure by pressing tighter against Tala's chest.
"M-my Ta-anh - T-Tala?" Celeste's horny breath came heavier, her body squirmed more frequently against Tala's skin. That left hand was rubbing hard on her clit and the right had dived almost up to her final knuckle.
"Yes, m'lady?"
With great reluctance, Celeste let her hands drop limp, cutting off the pleasure surge to her aching core.
"F-finish me off. Make me come undone."
Tala felt a surge of responsibility, of pride as cloven legs wrapped under her knees, as one blue arm stretched back to grip Amazon hair and its partner trailed downward and behind to squeeze her bum. So this is what it means to be an alpha. Celeste was bracing herself, making herself vulnerable - entrusting everything to Tala and getting ready to hold on for dear life.
She wanted the wildest ride. Tala aimed to please.
Leaving one hand to fondle Celeste's breasts, Tala snaked her free fingers across her alpha's toned belly, down an adorable patch of fuzz and further still to the dripping, hot core of Celeste's sex. After an experimental slick to feel out her terrain, Tala plunged two fingers down to the knuckles.
"Tahh!"
Tala winced. "Too much?" Celeste's tunnel squelched tightly against her digits. Can she not fit two?
"N-no. Slowly. Slowly." Tala relaxed her pace and Celeste rewarded her with a humble whimper. "Yes, like that."
"Yes, my lady." Tala carried on, massaging her way into Celeste's most vulnerable places, and whenever the Norai's legs squeezed or hand clenched her red hair, Tala knew she'd found a sweet spot.
"Deep breath, my lady," Tala warned and then she added a third finger.
"M'yorah!"
Celeste's head pitched back, her fingers clawing at Tala's butt in orgasmic ecstasy. After a beautiful minute of watching the oily woman writhe under her fingers, Celeste's hands went limp and her torso rolled off Tala's chest and to the side. Whoa! Tala barely caught her, cradling her disheveled hair in the crook of her arm. Safe!
"Stellar... so stellar..."
Seeing her partner winded and happy, Tala switched to aftercare: rubbing her fingers over Celeste's outer vagina to massage out every last twitch of pleasure. Ensuring that Celeste remained propped in her arms, Tala leaned down to rub her cheek over Celeste's breasts, cooing softly as she administered slow and lingering cool-down kisses to those heavenly mounds.
"Have I blown your mind, my lady?" A nervous part of her needed to get Celeste communicating. I've seen 'weak in the knees' before but never like that. Like her body shut down for a flash. Breath by breath, Celeste seemed to be rousing back to life.
"My Tala... I was not entirely honest with you..."
"Mmh?" Tala barely heard, she was so occupied in mopping her tongue across Celeste's tits. Shit, that gel - how'd they get it so sweet?
"'M'yorah'. In your Terran language, it does not translate as 'my lady'. It implies ... a more intimate connection."
"Uh huh?" Tala planted a warning peck on Celeste's nipple before swallowing it in her lips and sucking hard. "Mmph. Sho whash's ih reawy meahn?"
Celeste looked away. "My beloved."
Tala froze. "Beloved?"
"Yes."
Tala sat up, mopping the sweat from her brow. "Wow..."
"I - I realize it is impertinent, my alpha but -"
Not another word. Celeste yipped as she was lifted into the air and spun around, straddling lap to lap. Tala had to see for herself - see those nervous, golden eyes properly for the first time. "My beloved Celeste," she whispered.
Simply the name made Celeste shudder. Tala whispered it again - "My beloved Celeste," - drawing the alien gem into her arms until the drumbeat of their breasts beat as one. A dangerous smirk lit Tala's lips. "You should've called me that in the first place. Then I wouldn't have held anything back."
"Held ba-?"
Then Celeste gasped skyward as Tala's assault began: one hand gripping Celeste's ass, forcing the Norai into the Amazon's awaiting palm. Her thumb pressed against Celeste's clit while four fingers buried themselves between her legs.
"I fucked you as my alpha," Tala growled into her ear, "now I'm gonna fuck you like a lover."
"OHH!" Celeste scooped her legs inward - faster, harder - impaling herself again and again on those firm digits. Never in the seven stars had she felt so good, so whole! Her fingers raked at Tala's shoulders, crushing any space between them, begging for this overwhelming fire to burn her away to cinders!
Tala pumped harder, relentless. Her own snatch was gushing wet but there wasn't a moment to spare for her own self-pleasure. Not when this snowflake from a faraway planet was melting so exquisitely against her hands. "Come to me," Tala panted. Galaxies apart, entire star systems between us. Let me make this meeting worth every danger. "Come for me, Celeste."
Celeste cried out once, twice, three times and Tala kept going. And on the fifth howl, when Celeste's legs gave out, this time Tala was ready to scoop her up in a princess carry.
"You okay?" Tala checked once their breathing had steadied. "Here, let's set you up." But when she set Celeste on the floor, the Norai's hooves skittered on the polished floor like a deer on ice. Tala only barely caught her lover. "Whoa, what's up?"
"When females of my people come undone," Celeste panted, "our bodies secrete a mild paralytic enzyme. An evolutionary mechanism. It's meant to keep females calm as they accept their male partner's seed. The greater our pleasure ... the greater the effect."
"Are you -?"
"I won't be walking straight for hours."
Tala honestly didn't know what to say. The implications flooded her mind. Having sex isn't just fun and frolicking for your people. For a female Norai, it was a warrior's ultimate act of intimacy and trust. Not simply to drop her guard, but to put herself in a position where she was utterly incapable of fighting back.
"This stuff…" how best to phrase it? "This ever go bad for your people?"
Celeste averted her eyes in that adorable blush. "Among Norai clans, revolutions tend to coincide with mating cycles. If an alpha female cannot trust her mate to protect her -"
"- some of those 'lesser females' might get ambitious." Tala nodded. "Well, seems there's just one thing to do, then."
Tala stood, pulling Celeste tight against her chest in a bridal carry. Marching to the cot, Tala laid down her alien lover with the utmost care before climbing in beside her.
"Tonight, I'm your knight, m'yorah. If anyone wants a piece of you, they're going to have to go through me first."
"My Tala…" Tears were welling up in Celeste's golden eyes. Tala smiled back as she pulled the bed sheets over their naked bodies, a knightly protector tossing her cloak around her lady.
"Shh." Tala silenced the alien with a long kiss on the lips. "Rest up, my beloved Celeste."
Nodding, Celeste turned her body towards the wall, surrendering herself to the comforting embrace of Tala's muscular arms. I am whole, she thought.
And Tala, for all the sex fantasies she'd indulged - shacking up with reptilian space babes, being dominated and controlled by Feroza - found something so comforting and familiar in the rhythmic rise and fall of Celeste's breath against her body.
I'm lightyears from where I belong; surrounded by an alien galaxy I barely understand. But here with you, I'm home.
Tala scooped Celeste a little closer, happy once again to play the dependable big spoon.
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Hot, steamy, and Huniepop. Just the way you like it! I am aware that the story hasn't been really feeling like Huniepop lately, and a lemon and an Audrey scene should remedy that until our girls get back together. But alas, I hope you all enjoyed, and as always, if ya got comments praise, or criticism, I'm all ears.
