Chapter 8

"My name is Henry. I found her yesterday," I said, indicating Spider. "I think she is a very nice person. You aren't going to hurt her, or us, I hope?"

I smiled, but did not show my teeth. I was an avid reader of science fiction, in my youth. I remembered about a first meeting with an alien race, and their perception of a human. The sight of teeth, could be viewed as a prelude to an attack, in some stories.

She did not move, or reply in any way. I could understand about not knowing any Human languages. She eventually seemed to come to a conclusion, and took a decisive step forward. She brought her weapon into an attack position. A small blue light was discernable at the hilt.

"I hope we can be friends, and not fight. I have no intentions of hurting you, or your people. Can we talk about this, before anything serious happens?" Apparently, she did not want to talk. I watched her, as she purposefully came forward. I thought her face very well proportioned, and even beautiful, in an exotic way. The face even looked familiar, in the dim light.

The girl and her weapon were almost upon me, when I moved back, and blocked a blow with the Bo. She was fast, and tried to get around my defences. This would have to be settled with a fight, now.

I took up the Bo in two hands, and used each end, to counter her strikes. I thought that the weapon was much more dangerous than it appeared, for why else, would she try to strike me with this obviously blunt instrument. The girl came on very strong, but seemed to slow after only five minutes. I had given way, and had retreated to only a few metres from the cart. I had stayed on the defensive only, and not tried to harm her at all. Sweat poured out of my body, and from under my arms, in this warm place. If I had worn the shirt, it would have been soaked.

I looked into her dark eyes. I felt a great tiredness, and a determination to get rid of an intruder. Why I felt this, I did not know. A few minutes later, the weapon did not hit as hard, or as fast, as it had at the start of the match. The girl's nose twitched, sucking in air, trying to pick out a particular scent. Her eyes did not seem to focus as they had before. It was as if she were sick, or on drugs. Now was the time to end this.

One end of the Bo went out and back, very quickly. It was a disarming manoeuvre. It knocked the sword out of her hand, to land behind me. The other end of the Bo went behind her ankle, for a trip. As she lost her balance she reached for a box on her waist. I flung the Bo out, to strike it ahead of her fingers. Her stung fingers came away, as if burned. The double contact caused a bubble to form around her, then falter, and disappear. The Bo had probably stopped it. This defence, if that was what it was, might be very dangerous for me.

I jumped on her prone body, and held her wrists in my hands. The air was knocked out of her lungs. She fought very strongly to dislodge me. Soon, she was face down, beneath me.

Her struggles slowed, as she tired. I could hear her laboured breathing as she seemed to give up. She was supporting most of my weight. I was very surprised at her strength, and felt that even with her small body, she was as strong as me.

"I told you before, that I did not want to hurt you. I still don't. Can't we be friends? If I let you up, will you stop fighting?"

There was no way of telling if she understood my words. Her smell, and the feeling of her light hair, felt delightful on my sweaty chest. I felt aroused, holding her this way, but different, somehow.

I wanted to be fucked? How was this? I would want to be the fucker, not the fuckee. She started rubbing her ass into my groin, further inflaming me. The conviction that she was also stimulated, was very strong.

Was this the way she capitulated a fight, or a trick, to get me to lower my guard? The erection bulged out my shorts, and making its presence known to both of us. The girl shifted her thrusts to rub herself better. An enticing aroma came from her, that I hoped was due to her own desires.

My hands left hers, and pushed down on the floor, to take some of the weight off of her back. The freedom she gained, allowed her to thrust more insistently at my erection. My knees got between hers, as I arose. I caressed the fine hair on her sides, and the long strip down her back. The feel of her fine hair, was luxurious.

My right hand went to her ass, and I sought out her cunt. Or, in this case, any place to give relief. I found two choices, and could sense her pleasure at either one. The tight one I left, for now, and fingered the other.

I could actually feel her pleasure at the intrusion. Six lumps circled the hole. One lump being much larger than the others. Almost like a young boy's erect cock. This got me to thinking. Was this a hermaphrodite, or a female with a large clit? The feeling of a total female, felt right.

As my fingers continued their manipulation, it brought forth actual sounds of contentment from her. I was riding on her pleasure, as well as my own. I did not understand it, but it was accepted now, in the heat of the moment.

Spider was acting oddly. She was crouched with her head on the floor and her hind end up, the same as the girl was now doing.

I thought for a second, that I'd had an orgasm. It was so intense. No, it was the girl. She shook, as in a windstorm, from the intensity. My fingers were squeezed rhythmically, in time with her rapid breathing, as I slowed my stroking. Her head went down onto her folded arms, and her opening tried to draw me in further. My caresses brought forth no lubricant, as would happen in a human.

I got up, startling the girl. I got the backpack, and opened the first aid pack. A small bottle of baby oil, I used for sunburn, was extracted. Her eyes followed me, but her ass stayed in the receptive position. My shorts and underwear now lay under my knees, as I assumed my previous position.

This girl I accepted as Human, somehow. I felt her great need for me. My now lubricated hands stroked her hole and small lumps. My other hand went around the front and started jacking her little cock, in time with the other strokes. No intelligible words came out of her mouth. Grunts, groans, moans, and eventually a scream, did. With a few hard spasms, she quieted. I heard the reverberations of her call, echo from the far walls.

She didn't move; but lay on the floor, where her contortions flung her. I'd had no relief yet, and would probably pop if I touched her hole with my cock. Instead, I retrieved my shirt. I cleaned my body of sweat, and then cleaned my oily hand. I sat on the floor, close to the backpack, and pulled the small woman or child onto my lap. My cock slowly deflated, as I wiped the excess oil from her crotch.

She awoke. I held her tightly for a second, then only lightly. She soon found that she could move as she wished. "Well, Miss. I enjoyed giving you some pleasure. As I said before, my name is Henry. I am very glad to make your acquaintance."

Saying this, I slowly brought her unresisting hand up to my mouth. I kissed her palm. I had never done this before. It seemed the right thing to do, when meeting a beautiful female of a different world.

I felt fulfilled and hungry, at the same time, though I had eaten just a while ago. I removed one hand, and pulled the pack closer. If feeding Spider had help make friends, then the same might work here.

Back in Nam, many soldiers got all the sex they wanted, simply by feeding the women or children, that presented themselves. Her large eyes followed all of my actions. Water was poured in all the containers.

Dog came over, and hesitantly lapped up his.

This was another oddity. She must smell differently, than anything he had smelt before. His distrust was legendary. Why, then, was he accepting this girl? And even more peculiarly, why was she so blasé about a half wolf, right beside her?

Spider got out of her kneeling position. She came over, and sat beside us. She wrapped an arm around Dog, and got him to lay down. She picked up one of the tumblers, and drank some of the water, before offering the only other one to the girl.

The girl looked around at us, before using her two small hands, to take sips from the glass. I eventually took the empty glass from her, and set it on the floor. Going back into the pack, I brought out an assortment of sandwiches. Spider, I knew, was not choosey. There were peanut butter, honey, jam, beef, and cold cut sandwiches.

I gave half of one sandwich to Spider, before offering the other half, to the beautiful girl on my lap. Four sandwiches later, Dog wanted in on the eating. I poured some dry food into his bowl, before continuing to feed my other guests.

I drank from the girl's glass, before refilling it again, and handing it to her. Would she object to my lips being on the glass before she drank from the container? She didn't, and drank heartily. Some overflowed down her face, and onto her bare chest.

I picked up my shirt, and used a clean portion of it, to catch all the loose water I could find. Her hands came up and held the shirt, to get the corners of her mouth. She buried her nose into the mass of the shirt, and drew deep draughts into her lungs. When her eyes returned to mine, I felt the need to be fucked, again. My cock arose beneath her.

As she felt it, she snuggled onto my chest, with the shirt tightly wrapped in one of her hands. Her butt started to caress the repository of my 'second' brain. The 'upper' brain was barely in charge of the situation. If I were going to make love, it would be in a comfortable place. Besides, it would be better to see her in the daylight.

Reluctantly, I looked into her eyes. "Miss? I would like to continue this, but the hard stone floor is not my idea of comfort. Would you consider leaving this place, temporarily, to see my home? You would get an idea of how some others live. My home is just a few minutes away." I could feel a hesitant 'yes'.

I helped her up, and stuffed all my things back into the pack. I then dressed, and went over to her sword. I carefully held it by the grip, and presented it to her. She looked at it, and the blue light went out. Then she took it by the blade, as if there were no danger. The sword looked very interesting, so I used hand gestures to get it strapped to the back of my pack. On the way back, she did not release my arm, or let go of the dirty shirt.

At the end of the second set of steps, I had an idea. I led all of our party into the first room, I had visited. I pointed to the screen that had just lit, and the lounger. The young girl seemed to understand my actions. She sat carefully on the bare frame, and then reclined. Her eyes closed. Immediately, the screen turned into the best viewing screen, I had ever seen. The view was a thousand metres over Beaver Mountain and our current position.

"Sweetie can you hover over here?" As I put my finger over the area on the screen where my house was. The view suddenly got much larger. My stomach flipped, thinking for a moment that I was flying, and then going into a dive. After recovering a little, the house came into view. The point of view shifted from the top, to the sides. It made a complete circuit, before coming to the point nearest the mountain.

This was a fabulous device. I thought of Susan and tried to get a view of North Bay to the south, but the screen started getting darker and darker, as if the batteries were giving out. There were other screens, but I would like to think about their capabilities, before killing all of them as well.

My hand was offered, and the girl accepted my help in getting up. We continued the interrupted trip, and found the candle still burning. I snuffed it with my fingers. I helped Spider, and then the girl, into the culvert.

I stepped out of the tube, to find the girl cowering to one side. Spider and Dog were beside her. She probably had the same problem that Spider had yesterday. The shirt was difficult to get from her grasp. I carefully wrapped it around her eyes, talking to her as I did so.

Her hold on my arm was almost painful as the naked girl walked out of the mine. Her feet, though similar to Spider's, were in no condition to walk on the sharp rocks. I quickly picked her up into my arms. She felt very good in this position, but I was having difficulty breathing, because of her stranglehold on my neck. She must have sensed my discomfort, for she released her hold significantly.

It was difficult to open the truck door, but Spider understood, and opened it for me. The girl was placed on the seat. A lot of soothing talk was required, before I could get her door closed.

The pack and power kit, were put into the back. Spider and Dog jumped in, as well. The standard transmission was difficult, when operated one handedly. The trip home was taken very slowly. I parked at the side closest to the downstairs shower.

When the motor stopped, I saw her peek under a corner of the shirt and look at the house. "We are home, now. I hope you will enjoy your visit with us." I got out, and went around to the girl's door. I picked her up, as before. I kicked the truck door closed. As I walked into the house, I thought of a groom carrying his bride over the threshold. It seemed quite appropriate.

I looked back, to see Spider easily shouldering the pack. She rushed on all six feet, to open the door for me. The old shirt around her neck. What was it, with alien females wanting my dirty old shirts?

"Put the pack over there, please." She understood my words, or considering the odd things that happened, she read my thoughts.

"Did you read my thoughts, Spider? If you did, make your head go up and down." The head did as I asked. I almost dropped the beautiful girl I was holding. This explained a lot: no vocal language, my unexplained understanding, things that turned on and off, without lifting a finger.

We all went to the shower area, where I set the girl down. I started taking off my shoes. Spider and the girl both took particular interest in my flaccid cock. So much so, that it no longer remained in that state. I could feel my full bladder, but somehow it was not quite mine. Then it dawned on me, as to what had happened last night. Someone needed to pee.

I turned on the water, startling the girl. She must have read my reassurance, for her hand came out to catch some, and take it to her nose. When it was warm enough, I stood over the drain. I waited for my erection to go down, and pissed into the grating over the hole.