Page 40 of The Bully Alien

Ignorance really is bliss.

I glance over at the ruined engine, and the thought that we really are stuck here on Earth for the rest of our lives fuels my angry all over again.

I reach down, and I grab a hold of his cock. I swear it's larger and thicker each time.

Gritting my teeth, I align my opening with the tip, and I push down. It's... It's not easy to fit him in. It hurts, albeit in a good way, and I slowly lower myself down farther and farther until he's pressed inside me, buried deep within me.

He grasps my hips, pushing himself inside me even deeper. I moan out loud and arch my back as pleasure courses through me. Up and down, I ride him, him thrusting up to meet my every downward grind, harder and faster, and I can feel his body shaking against mine. Our movements become faster and more urgent as we both get closer to climax.

I fall forward, our chests smashed together. His breath is hot on my neck, the sweat glistening on our skin blending together in a way that further fuels the intensity of this moment.

I grab a hold of his shoulders, digging my nails deep into his skin and using him for leverage as I thrust against him with a force that is almost animalistic.

My entire body is shaking from the force of my pleasure. His hands are cupping my ass tightly, pulling it down hard against him with every move that I make.

My breath hitches, and my eyes close as I realize just how deep he is. I've never felt so full before, and my walls tighten around him.

My breathing becomes shallow and ragged as I reach the pinnacle of my pleasure then explodes in a long, drawn-out scream that mixes with his own as he follows me closely over the edge.

I am no longer angry at him, instead all I feel is pleasure, a pleasure so strong it borders on pain, but then again maybe they are one in the same because it feels like each thrust brings us together even tighter. Suddenly all I can think about is him and how good it feels being with him like this.The intensity of our orgasms linger in the air around us, and we remain still for what feels like forever until finally everything begins to slowly return to normal again.

We lay there panting next to each other. I don't know about him, but I am both utterly exhausted but also satisfied in a way I have experienced before.

14

Wyatt

Imust have dozed off after we fucked because when I next look around, I realize I'm alone.

I don't know how to feel about that, but all of it... it is what it is.

We're fucked.

And if we keep fucking each other, we're going to end up more fucked.

Because I don't see how this can continue onward. Us. This fucking ship.

My hope.

It has fucking died.

The sun is rising, though, which means I slept for hours. It's early, around five in the morning, but I don't bother to go back to sleep. With a groan, I stand and put my clothes back on.

My gaze falls on the communicator. It's the one deice that I tried first to fix, but I failed.

I have no faith at all that I can get this to work, but that doesn't stop me from picking it up and examining it. It's shot.

If I want to get it working with Grollian technology.

What if, instead of plasma-induced energy, I try to make use of electricity and Earthling technology?

It takes me hours to try to find a way to bypass the system and infuse electricity. The power source is so much less, and I honestly don't see how I can get the signal to reach outside of this solar system.

But there is a signal. That's a start.

How to boost it, though, without risking another explosion?

It takes me two more trips to the junkyard, but finally, I think I'm getting somewhere. Maybe having some backward technology isn't completely useless after all.