The Settlers Ch. 04

[[ I wanted to thank everyone so much for the love on this series! Coming back to all your comments over the past couple years is really what made me want to return to this. I know this is an extremely short chapter, but I wanted to get back into character with these two and also get something up for you all while I hopefully continue to work on this story.

I cannot thank you enough for continuing to share your thoughts and love with me. Without those comments, I probably wouldn't have come back to keep writing. Much love!

-Wonders ]]

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AREN

The new outfit Isaak had given her to wear was hardly better than being naked. Still, Aren wore it because she thought it might please him. The strappy lingerie did little to keep her breasts covered and no matter how much she tugged up on the top there was no way to hide the way her areolas peaked over the lace, hinting at more. As for the bottom half, the lingerie set did more to accentuate her cunt than anything since the lace pointed down and then split into crotchless panties.

Isaak waited for her to change and licked his dry lips when she returned to him, handing McBride her old, alien-cum stained dress. McBride looked at it like it insulted her then gestured for Aren to be escorted back to Na'taq's room.

Na'taq had an angry bruise on his cheek, a dark shade of blue. Aren wordlessly stepped up to him, reaching up as if to touch it, then thought better of it. His eyes were full of rage, but softened at the gesture. He took her wrist in his hand, a little too tight, holding her in front of him as he looked over her new attire. His strange, cat-like tongue ran over his lips the same way Isaak's had. The difference was that Isaak made her feel sick and Na'taq... She liked having this effect on him. She swallowed, reminding herself that this was all just for now. For survival.

"Does he think he needs to temp me?" Na'taq asked. It sounded like he was trying to be angry, but falling short. His nails dug into her wrist and made her grit her teeth. He held her arm aloft and it nearly pulled her breast out of its shelter. "Why did they knock me out?"

Aren opened her mouth to answer, then closed it again. Once more she faced the decision. And now was the time to make it. Tell him or not? What would they gain if he knew? She knew he was not much of an actor. A liar, yes. Actor? Perhaps... just until she knew her plan was working, she would keep it from him. It wasn't smart to speak so openly where Isaak could hear them, anyway. And perhaps just until she knew she could keep his attention...

Aren shook her head, hoping that small gesture would be answer enough for him, feeling too guilty to lie outright. She needed him to cooperate, for both their sakes, so she finished reaching for his face, and he let her, his nails loosing their grip. She pulled him down, down, down gently to ghost a kiss along the bruise.

His hands found her bare back, pulling her closer. At first she thought he was going to initiate their daily copulation, but was surprised when he just held her to him for a long moment. Aren wrapped her arms around his neck, letting his cool, smooth body envelope hers. Then she felt his hands begin to trace lines up and down her back. It was soothing and sensual. She let out a soft gasp when he dipped lower and squeezed the globes of her ass.

"You know something I don't," he whispered in that odd and intriguing accent. When had he moved his mouth to her ear? "But that's fine. I'll work it out of you one way or another." The threat sent shivers up her spine.

Aren's head fell back when she felt him take hold of the base of the plug, pressing it into her cunt lightly. She looked into his face, found determination in his eyes. And something else. Disappointment. In himself, perhaps. He could not resist her.

Aren bit her lip, eyes searching his until he finally pulled on the plug just enough to make her feel a stretch that made her moan. A spark lit up in his eyes as she involuntarily clamped down on the plug the same way she loved to clamp down on his beautiful alien cock as it grew inside her. The plug may have made her feel full, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of being stretched by Na'taq. As he pushed and pulled on the plug, she wondered what it would feel like if she could keep his sack inside her for longer. How amazing would it be if she could walk around, bloated with it for hours at a time, never knowing when it would pop?

The thought came unbidden and Aren could feel herself moving into the headspace she had begun to reserve for these moments. Before she came here she was gentle Aren. Lover of animals, solitaire, reading. Simple Aren. Here she was someone else completely. A whore. Lust filled. An alien-fucker with dirty thoughts that came unbidden.

In a sudden motion, Na'taq pulled the plug from her, making her grip his chest and moan again. She almost fell to her knees, but Na'taq held her up with one arm. She could feel her pussy working on nothing, grasping at air, and from it dripped her grool and Na'taq's thick, slick cum from the day before. It astounded her that it had remained the whole time and the thought only fed into her lust for him. How on earth was she not pregnant yet?

Na'taq brought the plug up to his lips and closed his mouth around it. Aren must have cursed or moaned or something, because she could have sworn she saw the inkling of a grin. Then it was gone and the plug too, tossed onto the bed.

"I want to taste you, too," Aren said, remembering her role and the cameras. And some part of her truly did want to taste him. Na'taq was so large a being that being on her knees would not cut it. She moved to the bed to sit instead, pulling him by his hand to follow. He was already partway unsheathed when she faced him, realizing it was the perfect height to take him in her mouth as she tucked her legs underneath her.

She had never done this before even to a human man. Her heart beat hard as she watched Na'taq's perfect cock emerge from his body, already dripping with aphrodisiac.

"Not too much," he warned. "Too much injested can drive you... mad?" He said this like he was trying to find the right word. All Aren knew is she wanted to test that boundary.

She wrapped a hand around him, still amazed at how soft he was. He let out a low, breathy sound as she stroked him. Then she leaned forward, pressing her tongue into the concave tip which drew out a long, throaty moan. She scooped out his pre which tasted even sweeter than she remembered and the aphrodisiac hit faster this time. She felt her core opening, ready to receive him. She wanted him inside her, over her, using her. She could practically feel her succumb to lust as her mind produced all manner of images. She closed her mouth around the head of him, then wasted no time working it up and down his shaft. She must have been doing something right because Na'taq was muttering curses in his alien tongue. She felt his hand in her hair, gently guiding her onto his length a little deeper every time. Aren let him direct her, her heart still hammering, but feeling less afraid now knowing that he was enjoying himself. Her first blowjob was going quite well.

The only time she faltered was when he worked himself so deep he hit the back of her throat and had even more length to give. She gagged hard and shocked herself with the amount of spit that slid down her chin and over his cock. She wasn't sure if it was his precum or her own assessment of the situation, but somehow she managed to relax and open her throat. She felt the sweet aphrodisiac drip down and she swallowed a large portion just as he began to thrust rather than pull her onto him. She moaned around him, the new hit of lust making her eyes go wide. She was so wet she was coating the blankets where she sat and something in her mind and body ached with so much need she completely forgot about Isaak and the cameras. All that existed was Na'taq and the alien cock he was slamming down her throat.

She was so high on him that she was hardly even gagging now. Each time she felt him push past that slight curve of her throat she hummed and took it like she was starving for it. When he pressed himself completely inside and held himself there, she felt her throat expand with the thickness of him and she thought she heard him apologize, but she didn't know what for. Her eyes rolled back, her hands found his thighs, and she swallowed around the flesh clogging her throat, massing it until she felt it begin to grow.

She would have let it stay there in this state of mind, but Na'taq pulled out of her throat before she choked, then he pushed her onto her back while he massaged the growing ball in his cock. His eyes rolled and his moaning grew louder. When Aren opened her eyes she saw for the first time what it looked like when he deposited a cum sac. The membrane was clear and the cum itself had a blueish tint. He worked himself over and she pulled up her lace top, exposing her breasts, and spread her legs so he would be able to see her pussy through the crotchless panties. She loved watching him masturbated over her. She loved pulling at her nipples and watching as he slowly released his cum onto her.

Soon the whole thing was released and it was if she was watching it in slow motion. She raised her hands to gently catch it. The membrane felt smooth and silky as she lowered it to her belly and played with it. Na'taq was breathing hard, having just cum, and remained leaning over her to watch her play. Aren gently rolled the sac down her belly and to her mound, teasing herself with the bubble. Her clit pulsed under the strange sensation. Then she pressed her finger into the membrane and watched as it split open. The thick cum inside was still warm from Na'taq's body and she moaned when it gushed over her pussy in a wave.

It was like she was seeing herself from above as she started using it as lube to rub herself. She moaned greedily, coating her fingers in the cum and then fucking herself with them. She scooped globs of it into her pussy all while Na'taq watched in clear amazement.

"I told you not to swallow so much," he said.

Aren smiled devilishly. "Oops," she said, not feeling sorry at all. She continued to finger her cunt, making slick, wet noises that were hard to ignore. Na'taq quickly became hard again. It was so easy for him and she smiled. "I want you to fuck me," she breathed. "Fill me up. I feel so empty. I wish I could live with you inside me. Or how I feel right after you cum and the sack hasn't popped yet." She was practically purring.

Na'taq

Na'taq wanted nothing more than to push his seed farther inside Aren. He wanted to push it so deep, in fact, that he got her well and truly pregnant. He had to admit that now. He could not deny his nature, but he had to deny his impulses. These humans could not know more about the Kal'th'ok than they already did. He could not afford to let his lust drive him now.

He also knew Aren was hiding something. And he planned to get it out of her one way or another...

He kneeled in front of the bed and in front of Aren's spread legs, then dragged his long textured tongue up the length of her wet pussy and gave extra attention to the bundle of nerves above it. That made her gasp and moan and trap his head between her thighs. He took her under the knees and pushed her legs back, exposing her to him, all covered in his own cum and her grool. She was a mess.

He licked again, this time spearing his tongue inside her and tasting himself within her. She attempted to squirm and close her legs through her moaning, but he didn't let her out of his grip. Then, just when he thought she might cum on his tongue, he pulled away, making her whine.

"Aren," he said softly. "What did they want with you?" He blew softly on her cunt, making her twitch with need. "What are you hiding from me?" His voice was so low and soft, but he knew she could hear him under all her sounds of pleasure.

Yes. He would have answers. One way or another.