Stranded
Chapter 7
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Tillyn, a radiant and otherworldly alien, appears on Marc’s rooftop, breathtaking in every way. Her beauty, the way she moves, instantly captivates him. For two perfect, unforgettable days, they are lost in wonder, laughter, and desire, hearts entwined. Then she vanishes without warning, leaving him aching with longing. But fate is not done with them. As Tillyn struggles to find her way back, Marc dares to hope that this mesmerizing, irresistible stranger might return to be his Valentine forever
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Aliens First Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex
Observer Sebo waited impatiently for his call to the space vessel to connect and cursed loudly when the display showed ‘unable to connect’. It was one of his spies in Aviation Control who had informed him about the unusual departure of a deep space mission. The scheduled departure had been moved forward to today and the makeup of the crew had been changed as well.
He instantly knew it was a covert rescue attempt for explorer Tillyn when he saw the names.
His blood boiled when he got up from his chair. He was convinced the Supremacy was behind it all, especially after he had received the old man’s message that only consisted of condescending remarks about his decision to postpone the rescue of his ever so spoiled daughter.
His footsteps echoed loudly in the corridor while he fumed over the memories of his conversation with Tillyn. He absolutely loathed her haughtiness when she insisted on having her way, which resulted in an extra demand of resources.
And now the most talented pilot and the most wanted physician left Dunia on a mission that he had postponed for a very good reason.
But somehow the Supremacy had used his lackeys to pull off this trick.
He had truly had it with the stubborn old man, who was way too old to have control over his beloved planet Dunia. He still couldn’t believe that the majority of the seniors had voted for the old man again! For forty large cycles he had patiently waited for the old bogy to resign, but no, he managed to persuade his followers he could complete another term.
He shuddered that he had to wait another four large cycles before he could put himself as a candidate again. It was time for him to confront his archenemy and demand him to stop wasting valuable resources.
He stormed into the assistant’s small office and boomed, “I demand to speak with the Supremacy at once!”
He loved seeing the young woman getting really pale; it gave him the satisfaction his presence still could impart fear in a person.
“Send him through,” a strong voice sounded from the large office, “It’s not worth the effort to officially book his audience, Katlynn.”
Shocked, he saw the dramatic change in the girl’s demeanor.
“I believe your humble request has been granted,” she said with a steady voice as she pointed with her hand towards the door. “The Supremacy is now ready to receive you, Observer Sebo.”
What just happened ran counter to his core beliefs; a woman should obey a man because he was her superior. He couldn’t wait for his time to become the Supremacy; things would drastically change on Dunia.
With fascination, Tillyn looked at Marc’s crotch and couldn’t believe how large his bonna actually was. She had seen them on a few occasions at her home planet and she couldn’t clearly recall how big they were.
“Wow,” she whispered when she touched the wet flesh. The soothing warm water of the shower was sluicing down Marc’s shapely stomach and she adored the dark patch of hair around the base of his warm bonna.
“Surely the men on Dunia have one,” Marc responded.
She nodded while she traced with her finger along his member’s impressive length. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen one. We Dunian are keen on our privacy and to be honest; we don’t have the urge to be naked in front of someone else.”
“It’s nice what you’re doing,” he said softly.
“Tell me,” she whispered, “how will this ever fit in me?”
Gently she closed her fingers around his bonna and then squeezed it firmly. “When you inserted two fingers it already felt quite full.”
He shuddered a little before he said, “A woman’s vagina is quite flexible and with a little and gentle persuasion it can accommodate almost anything.”
“Anything?”
“Move your hand up and down a bit,” he said hoarsely, “I mean the sizes doesn’t differ that much.”
By now, Tillyn was concentrating on moving her hand and she was amazed how soft and supple the skin of his bonna was. She looked up and was surprised to see Marc’s face contorted into a very serious expression, as if he was concentrating on something difficult.
She thought it was cute to watch water run down his face and while she was still sliding her hand along his girth, she pressed her lips onto his mouth.
“Oh Tillyn,” he moaned softly while he moved his hips in the rhythm of her hand, “I’m about to...”
Then he groaned loudly while he bucked his hips against her hand. She squeaked when she felt hot fluid splashing against her breasts and as she looked down, she just saw a spurt of white fluid escaping from his bonna that landed right into her belly button.
With big eyes, she looked at the white stringy globs of fluid that lazily followed the water flow towards the drain. “Oh my god,” Marc sighed with a happy face, “that was amazing. Thank you.”
Tillyn giggled nervously and then asked with a small voice, “What just happened to you?”
“The same that happened to you,” he grumbled softly, “It’s called an orgasm.”
“An orgasm?”
“Yes, you know, nature is really smart to goad people to procreate by making it pleasurable. Remember, you asked me if I could do it to you again.”
Suddenly it dawned on her when she remembered how the extinct mammals on her planet had reproduced!
“Oh, by Dunia,” she gasped.
The Supremacy stood in front of his desk so he could lean against it to support his weak legs. He was about half a head taller than Observer Sebo and wanted to make sure that his posture would look good on the public recordings. He knew that Sebo liked his food a little too much and smiled demurely when the man’s belly was even bigger than the last time he’d seen him.
“Observer Sebo,” he said with a clear voice, “what brings a busy man like you to my office today?”
He liked the way the chubby man tried to make himself taller when he grumbled, “It seems that a test flight has been moved forward and that you have approved it, Supremacy.”
“Ah, yes,” he responded while he tapped his index finger on his lips, “It seems that this excellent team suddenly had some spare time, and they were very keen to test the new warp core. Who am I to not approve such a noble request? I’m happy that the youth are so involved with science.”
“That team is the best we have, Supremacy” the observer almost growled. “They should stay available for emergencies. Our resources are quite limited.”
The Supremacy scoffed. “What do you consider an emergency, Observer Sebo? Can you elaborate on that?”
“Well, we need to able to protect our planet and we need to be able to rescue Dunians who are in danger.”
“I see,” the old man said with an icy voice. “So, from what level do you consider that a Dunian is eligible for a rescue? From zeta fourteen?”
The corpulent man’s face got even redder before he spat, “Zeta fourteen doesn’t even exist.”
The Supremacy smiled briefly and responded, “So, you do agree that zeta thirteen is the highest emergency protocol we have.”
Observer Sebo nodded briefly without saying a word.
“Great,” he said as he pushed himself away from his desk, “I think we have discussed our matters. Now, I’m afraid I need to attend to some urgent problems. It was nice of you to come. Have a pleasant day, Observer Sebo.”
“Supremacy,” the man responded curtly and walked with big steps out the office.
He had trouble masking the pain he had when he walked around his desk and waited patiently for the observer to leave Katlynn’s office. With a deep sigh, he sat down slowly. He knew that his plan had worked, and he had enough proof to get the man expelled from his position.
Tillyn woke up feeling very warm and it took her a long moment to realize where she was. Only then she felt the comfortable warmth of Marc’s body that warmed her back.
With a happy sigh she snuggled up a little more, but she gasped when she felt something hard and hot that nestled between the cheeks of her bottom. Instantly she knew it was Marc’s formidable bonna that was sliding up her butt crack.
It was a strange yet exciting feeling, especially because she wasn’t wearing a mutanni. The idea that her crotch was exposed made her belly feel funny.
Last night turned out to be a real eye opener when she realized that women from Earth carried their offspring in their belly like the ancient mammals on Dunia. She had seen footage of women with very distinct bellies whom she had dismissed as obese.
She wondered how it was done on Dunia. Because she was an explorer, she wasn’t chosen to participate with the breeding program, and neither were her female friends; they all had a designation that ruled them out of participation.
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