Captured!

Something was pulling Alex out of her deep, comfortable sleep. She was feeling rested, sure enough, but she wanted to sleep a little more.

On the verge of consciousness, but not quite awake, she felt her uniform being removed. Nice, she thought to herself, my clothes were feeling so gross…

Wait. Who was removing her clothes..?

She opened her eyes, still somewhat groggy, to see… Olivin, finished with her clothes, and working on her bra, unclasping it at the front and slipping it off…

Her shriek had the potential to shatter glass.

While Olivin winced, putting his hands to his ears, Alex scrambled then jumped back, grabbing a pillow to pull in front of her, to cover her nearly complete nudity.

“What… what… what are you doing?!” She shrieked, forgetting for a moment that Olivin spoke no English. She pointed towards the door. “Go… go away..!”

As if that would stop him if he really wanted to… to rape me… she thought despairingly to herself.

One of the black marks above Olivin’s eyes rose (much like an eyebrow) in question, as if he were confused about her behaviour (which he was). He then held up a simple outfit, consisting of a shirt and pants made of a soft, white material. He pointed at the clothes, and then at Alex.

Alex blinked in confusion. He was just getting her new clothes. She had been asleep, so he decided to change her himself. It was… thoughtful, in an odd sort of way. She didn’t want to change in front of him, though.

“Um… thank you for the clothes, but… um… can you… you know, go away..?” She stammered. Olivin just stared at her blankly. Idiot, she thought, he can’t understand you… I’ll have to try something else.

She made shooing motions with her hands, pointing at him and the door, and all manner of strange gestures until, finally, Olivin got the idea that she didn’t want his presence in the room for the time being.

He was a bit dense, really, even for a male.

Once Alex was sure that he was gone, she reached over and grabbed the clothes, pulling them towards her to inspect them. They were very nice, the fabric feeling something akin to cotton, but even softer. She pulled the shirt over her head, and smiled slightly as she realized it went past her butt, falling almost to her knees. These are probably clothes made for a child… she thought to herself. They’re going to swamp me… especially those pants…

She tried the pants on, and sure enough, they were too long, so she just took them off. The shirt was long enough, she supposed, to keep her decency. As long as she didn’t get wet, anyways.

She looked around for her normal clothes, but couldn’t find them. She figured Olivin had taken them as he went out… she’d been watching his face more than anything else, she hadn’t concentrated on what his hands were doing. She sighed. Did this mean she was going to be on the ship for the foreseeable future? On the bright side, it didn’t seem that Olivin wanted to rape her or anything, which was nice. Unless he planned to do it later, when she was more… presentable.

She looked at herself in the mirror once more, and felt like crying. Even with the new clothes, she still looked like a mess. Her hair looked just plain awful… it was the one thing she took pride in, the one part that she really took care to make nice. Most people thought she died her hair, but the red was completely natural. In certain lights, it even looked a bit orange… her colleagues often called her “flame-head”… partly because of her hair, and partly because of her temper… when people messed up on the ship, she let them know.

Alex fidgeted uncomfortably. Was that how she was going to be remembered? The Head Engineer that yelled at people when they made mistakes? It was a disheartening thought.

As she fussed over her hair, Olivin came back into the room, peering at her oddly. He didn’t get this strange human female at all. She panicked at the strangest times, really. She was nice to look at, though. Her hair was intriguing, such a lovely red colour… She turned to look at him, her eyes expressing her concern. That was another part he liked- her eyes. A deep green, reminding him much of his home planet, full of lush green trees and life… unlike the metal ship, which he didn’t really care to be on.

He’s staring at me… Alex thought, he’s staring at me and I don’t know why and it’s a bit creepy…

Olivin walked over, and Alex noticed he was holding something in two of his hands. A bowl, with water. In one of his other hands, he had a cloth. Setting the bowl down on the table, he wet the cloth and brought it over to her face. Instinctively, she jerked back, and she got another raised marking.

He just wants to wash the dirt off my face… calm down Alex, calm down…

She let him was her face when he tried again, though she was still rather rigid. She was confused, about why she had been captured and what he wanted from her. Was she going to be like a pet? She’d heard of other species keeping humanoid pets, but she hadn’t heard the Triuns doing it. Then again, they didn’t hear much from them, the language barrier being as it was.

Lost in thought, she didn’t notice when Olivin stopped washing the dirt of the raid from her face and dried off the moisture. She did notice, however, when he sat down behind her, his weight sinking into the bed, causing her to fall back somewhat. She looked back, wondering what he was doing now. She couldn’t understand this strange male. Nothing he did made any sort of logical sense… on the other hand, if she were like a pet, she figured she was just out of the loop as a cat was in what the owner wanted.

His fingers touched her hair, and she stiffened, though it was unneeded, for all he did was smooth down her hair, much like he were petting a cat.

Am I going to be a pet after all?

He continued to stroke down her hair, while one hand reached towards the cloth again, which he brought to her hair.

“Um… that’s… that’s not going to clean my hair very well… oh, never mind, you can’t understand me anyways…” she muttered to herself. She watched in the mirror, and noted that the cloth did remove some of the soot… enough so that more of the red broke through, at any rate. She was feeling much better, too.

Olivin’s fingers began separating through her hair, combing out some of the tangles, and Alex let her eyes close. It felt… very nice, like she were being pampered. Slowly, she became less rigid, and she relaxed, even leaning against Olivin. He had changed out of his uniform, and was wearing simple, brown pants… no shirt, however, though that didn’t bother her too much… he may have been an alien, but he was pretty good to look at.

She dozed again, rather content, despite the circumstances; she was a captive, but she was being treated fairly well. Maybe she’d be released later…

She felt something smooth and slightly cool touch her face, and she opened her eyes. It was one of Olivin’s hands, caressing her cheek. It was a soft, gentle touch, as if he feared she might break. Given his strength, it was a possibility. His fingers trailed from her cheek to follow her jawbone, and Alex shivered, and not from the cold- no, it was much too warm for that to even be a possibility. In fact, she was feeling quite hot…

His fingers continued downwards, along her neck, across her collarbone, and Alex felt her breath catch. The light touch of his fingers, across such innocent places, were arousing such strange feelings… it felt so nice, she didn’t want him to stop. His fingers continuing to explore the contours of her face and neck, his other hand moved aside her wealth of hair, and he…

She gasped as she felt cool, hard lips touch the back of her neck, brushing lightly across her skin, and she shivered again. “Oh…” She flushed, cheeks staining red, as Olivin continued his gentle ministrations, pressing his lips slightly harder against her neck. They parted, and she felt hot, wet tongue tasting her flesh, traveling up, still very gentle. Alex moaned softly, almost unheard, and Olivin wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer to him, and his soft kisses became somewhat harder, a little more insistent.

Alex was awash in a sea of strange sensations, tied down only by Olivin’s presence. She’d never done anything like this, with anyone. She’d never really had time for men, her job consuming most of her time, and she hadn’t really had much interest in her male colleagues, besides being friends. Her job had been far more important at the time…

One of Olivin’s hands smoothed across her stomach, and down her side, moving towards the edge of her shirt. The hand slipped underneath, trailing up her thigh, and Alex jerked away slightly. She didn’t want that… not yet. The hand continued, but upwards, over her bare stomach, and she relaxed once again. It was strange to feel, a hand covered with smooth, cold scales, but it wasn’t unpleasant; it felt very nice. Olivin slowed his exploration a bit, not wanting to rush- she seemed so skittish, and he didn’t want to ruin this moment; it was going too well. He contented himself by feeling the soft skin of her stomach, which intrigued him, so used to the hard, scaled skin of his own kind.

Alex shifted against him, wanting more, wanting something else, though she couldn’t quite tell what it was that she wanted. She felt, however, that Olivin could give it to her, whatever it was. There was a little voice niggling at the back of her mind, a slight warning of a sorts, but she pushed it away. Certainly nothing bad could come of this, right?

Olivin shifted his hand so that he caressed her side, and slid upwards to where the swell of her breast began. Alex moaned softly once again, her body begging for his hand to move just a little. Her breasts, before no more than just a burden, were aching with sensation, and she wanted his hand to quell the feelings of desire burning within her. His hand shifted once more, cupping the soft weight of her breast, contracting ever so slightly, leaving Alex wanting more. Her nipples crested into painful points, and she wanted Olivin to soothe the ache very badly- but the damnable man wouldn't move his hands enough, even with her body hinting to as much.

Shifting her body slightly to the right, she managed to get the aching tip of her breast underneath his hand, and this time her moan was anything but soft. The sensations created from his palm smoothing over that one spot were staggering to her virgin body, and she briefly, while shivering, wondered if they were any worse than the ache caused by denial.

Olivin was fascinated by the small female's reactions to his touches. The erogenous zones of the females of his species were slightly different, though there were plenty of similarities, and he noticed that she seemed especially sensitive at her chest area, more notably at the hard points he could see through the shirt. When she shifted so that one of those hard points brushed under his hand, he saw how truly sensitive they were. Thus, he exploited this new discovery, rubbing his thumb across one, delighting in the fact that he was able to give the small female so much pleasure with just simple movements.

As he continued his ministrations to her breasts, bringing up another hand to attend to her other breast, Alex was awash in a sea of sensations that were as alien to her as Olivin was. As the minutes continued on, a throbbing feeling, a mixture of pleasure and near-pain, began to build in her lower belly, along with a warm heat, as if his touch was stoking a fire within her body to life. The heat and feeling traveled down her body, to the apex of her thighs, and she whimpered slightly, her legs spreading slightly, trying to cool the wet heat that was gathering there.

Olivin, ever attentive to subtle details, saw his chance to explore further. Another of his four hands slid down her body, to Alex's slender legs, pushing them further apart. At the same time, he bit down very lightly on her neck, and she stiffened slightly, then relaxed, moaning once again.

He had to remember that- her neck was a definite pleasure spot.

While she was distracted, his hand slid up her thigh, moving in slow, twisting patterns, his fingers trailing across the soft, pale flesh, creeping closer to the apex that was already damp with arousal. The little voice in Alex's mind returned, warning her about... something... but she was too caught up in the feelings of pleasure that Olivin's touch evoked in her untried body to listen to it.

And then his hand brushed lightly across that most secret of places, and she nearly drowned in the rush of pleasure that shot down her nerves into her already overwhelmed brain. Her gasp of surprise melded into a groan of approval, as he slid his finger up and down the damp material of her panties, feeling the skin through it that hid her most intimate secrets, and Olivin had to fight a surge of arousal to keep at what he was doing, and not take her right there- she wasn't nearly as ready as he wanted her to be.

Alex felt that she was going to die, the sensations were so great. She’d never experienced something so wonderful before, in all her 27 years. And she had the dim feeling that she was only at the tip of the iceberg. From books and movies, she some knowledge of what would come next, but she honestly couldn’t see how it could get any better.

It was about this time that Olivin decided he wasn’t content feeling her through a scrap of fabric and slid his hand upwards, then under the band of her underwear, through the soft pubic hair. Alex, taken aback, jerked away- or, at least, tried to, but found that, once again, a 126 lb human was no match for an alien that was in peak physical condition and weighing somewhere close to 300 lb, and thus merely hastened his hand towards the most sensitive part of her body.

The first brushings of his fingers against sensitive flesh nearly shot Alex through the ceiling. She felt an odd tingling sensation starting from that glorious place that throbbed into her legs and torso- and Olivin’s touch had just been the faintest whispering of scaled hand on flesh.

Olivin shuddered, scarcely able to contain himself, and continued on this more extensive exploration. His fingers lightly followed the crevice of her outer lips, and then slipped gently between them, as he watched her shiver and moan, her hands clutching at his upper arms. Human females, he thought, were very sensitive.

He slid one finger upwards, slowly, following her outer lips to, what he hoped would be, the most sensitive part of her body. Alex whimpered, small body shivering, as strange, new feelings rushed through her body, intensifying as Olivin moved his finger upwards… upwards…

When his finger reached the nub of collected nerve endings, pressing against it, she cried out, as a jolt of pleasure shot through her, and then another, and then more, as Olivin rubbed against it with one scaled finger. She felt almost as if there was something coiling tightly in her belly, nearly unbearable. She could scarcely recognize her voice as she moaned and cried, begging for something just beyond her grasp, something unknown. All she knew was that it was so close..!

The next thing she knew, she was on her back, her panties disappearing somewhere between that and Olivin pressing her down into the bed, one set of hands around her wrists, the other set pushing her legs apart to accommodate his body. Somewhere along the line, his pants had disappeared, as well.

Now that his hands weren’t upon her, driving her senseless, some sanity started to creep back into Alex’s mind.

Wait a minute… was the first coherent thought filtering through her brain, What if he doesn’t realize I’ve never been with a man…?

A realization hitting too late to do anything about it, as he manoeuvred her into position, and penetrated in one swift thrust of his hips.

And Alex screamed.

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Author's Note: Aren't I a bitch for ending it right there? Hee hee hee! Sorry this took so long, university sorta snuck up on me and got in the way. But, your smut (or, at least, some of) has finally arrived!

Random Fun Fact: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, and what's going to be Chapter 3 were originally all one chapter! :D

On another note, people, while I appreciate that you like my story lots, please, PLEASE don't bother me with continous reviews to update..! Thanks!