Sneek Peak

Here’s a sneek peak some the UNEDITED first draft of the sci-fi short I worked on this week. What do you think?

Tyla’s nipples hardened when Max’s gaze settled on her breasts. With a small smile she hid her relief at his seeming acceptance of the situation. He’d taken everything quit well, considering he was in deep space with no way to get back to Earth. She was sure it helped that the air was beginning to vibrate with repressed sexual need.
“The tests are our way of determining if a male can withstand the lifestyle that awaits him on Triton.” She turned to the middle of the room, gesturing him to do the same. “Ghost, testing will begin again now. Start recording.”
His eyebrows jumped at her command but he didn’t comment. That pleased her; he was adjusting quickly.
She’d never taken a transplant of her own. The lack of a male population had made casual sex a way of life on her planet, and that had suited her fine. She’d never wanted to be tied down, she preferred the ability to come and go as she wanted with no responsibilities other than that of her crew.
But Max was special. He was for her.
She’d been drawn to The Ghost Zone, the bar’s name being too similar to that of her ship to ignore. When she’d stepped into the bar, and scanned it’s occupants, her heart rate had picked up and her body temperature had spiked instantly when her gaze had landed on him.
It was a shame Seera, her second in command, had commed her to tell her they were ready to depart before she could test him properly. But Tyla wasn’t worried, the fact that her skin had started to glow the minute she’d transported into his room told her he was a good fit for her.
“You make it sound like I’m in for a hard life on your planet.”
“Not a difficult life,” she paused. “But a hard one to be sure.”
“Ghost, show us what’s happening in Mating Room Three.”
A hologram began in the center of the room, and Tyla was pleased to see that the mating room held one of her crew, with a human and a Durian. It was a good scene for his next test.
Max strode closer to the hologram, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. “What the?”
Nyla was kneeling on the bed with Jason in front of her, thrusting his cock into her mouth, his hands wrapped in her long inky hair while Ryden, the Durian, was fucking her fiercely from behind.
“What is he?”
Tyla knew he was asking about Ryden. Most humans had no idea what other species were like and Max was no different. She didn’t bother to watch the threesome; instead she focused on Max’s reaction to it, and tried to calm her breathing. She walked over to stand beside him watching his facial expressions carefully as she explained to him what was going on.
“Ryden is one of the Durian males I told you about. His kind are raiders, and as you can see they’re built to conquer. The spikes along his spine extend like that only when excited or aroused, and while his thick hide protects him well when in battle, it also leaves him little room to feel sensations. Therefore, his kind are often dominant and . . . rough, in any activity.”
“Rough is one way to put it. Does he actually have two cocks or am I seeing things? He looks like he’s gonna rip her in half!”
“Some females enjoy the double penetration a Durian male offers. You can tell by the brightness of Nyla, that she is such a female.”
“So Nyla, the female, she’s from Triton, the same as you?” he turned from the hologram to face her.
“Yes.”
Max’s eye’s narrowed and his lips tilted when he gazed at her. “And you all glow when you get excited?”
“Yes.”
She watched as he stepped closer, stopping only when they were inches apart. Her blood surged, her nipples ached to be touched, and her core moistened in anticipation of mating.
“You’ve been glowing ever since you came in here.” His breath brushed across skin, making her want to lean in just a bit further, and place her lips against his. But she didn’t, she needed to see how comfortable he was with her, and to find out if she aroused him now that he knew who, and what she was.
He reached out a hand and trailed a fingertip between the break in her breastplate. “Are you excited?”
With her gaze locked with his, she covered his hand with hers and nodded. “I’m very excited about you. As I said, if you agree, you are to be mine.”