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  He pushed the little creature gently back against the wall, stroking its body again, half-hoping he would find an opening or a crevice that he could maybe push his hurting cock into. He wouldn’t do that though, he wasn’t going to abuse this small being. His cock ached, from need as well as pain, and he decided that it would be best to use his hand. And safest. Would the little creature understand if he jerked himself off, or should he wait until it had left for the day? He decided to wait.

  The little one seemed to enjoy the simple touching, and finally relaxed again. It sucked happily on his tongue and purred, and its clever little hands found his nipples again.

  He held it like he would a baby, but kissed it like he would an adult, and it kissed him back enthusiastically. He explored every part of its body with his hands. It had small nipples too, which he hadn’t noticed before, and they seemed sensitive to his gentle teasing, puckering as he ran his fingers around them.

  The little alien opened up like a flower under his touch, stretching out on his lap, seeming to encourage him. He moved one hand down between its legs, caressing, trying to find out what pleased it, and was surprised to discover a nice little finger-sized penis projecting where there hadn’t been anything before. He had thought it to be a female, if it even had a gender at all.

  He was still processing that thought when it hummed with pleasure and pushed against him, obviously wanting more touch there. He stroked further back between its legs, and found it had a soft sac not unlike a small version of his own hanging there. He toyed with the small penis and fondled the sac, and the purring increased in volume, and the little pet pushed up into his hand. He moved a finger back behind the little genitals and found a hole which twitched at his touch and then slicked up, as though it was lubricating itself for him. His cock throbbed at the thought but he suppressed the urge. This was probably just a baby, for all that it responded like an adult. Or was he just assuming that it was a baby because of its size, or because he found himself wanting to take care of it?

  That little hole was enticing, and he probed gently with one finger, his new owner’s rude exploration of his own hole still fresh in his mind. This hole did indeed slick up even more, and his little friend purred and rubbed against him. The hole was never going to be big enough to take his cock, though, and he was a selfish bastard for thinking about that at all.

  He played in the hole with one finger and then two. The creature purred and moaned happily, and he wondered if it had learned that noise from him. It pushed against him, sucking on his nipple again, one hand rolling the other nipple and the other caressing his cock. Its color turned to a lighter blue and it pulsed with shades of blue and green, and it seemed eager to touch him, just as he was touching it.

  He forgot that this was probably a bad idea and played in its hole with two fingers, delighting in how receptive it seemed and the happy purring noises it made. He experimented in that little hole, circling and pushing deeper, and the more he worked at it the larger the opening seemed to get, as though it was indeed opening up for him. His little friend was very little though, and he was a big man, and he didn’t want to put himself in the class of that slave trader. He was never going to be that desperate that he used force, and even without force this was surely just a child.

  He brought the wet fingers hesitantly to his nose and then to his mouth, astonished by how sweet the little thing tasted, like honey. Lord, no wonder someone wanted this small darling as a pet. He wasn’t about to force it, but he wasn’t going to mind keeping it warmed up for its owner while they were en route.

  He lay on his back again, and patted his chest, and his small friend moved up to sit on top of him. He dipped one finger into that sweet little hole and brought it slowly to his lips and licked it off, and the little thing stared for a second and then hummed excitedly and shifted up so that it was sitting on his face. His small friend was a fast learner.

  It offered that sweet little hole up to his mouth and he swirled his tongue into it, pushing in as deeply as he could and sucking the juice out. It was like some kind of tiny honey pot, just for him. He brought one hand up to gently fondle that small blue penis, and his friend bounced up and down on his face, rubbing its little ass against his mouth and purring more loudly than anything he had ever heard from it before.

  He sucked and licked, and it purred, and then suddenly it spun around and he found himself staring up into his small friend’s face, and then that friend was kneeling over his face holding a small blue penis to his lips. His little friend looked anxious when he hesitated, and its color ebbed and flowed, but he took the small protrusion softly between his lips and sucked on it, wondering if it would taste just as good. His little alien friend actually squealed in its excitement, then looked surprised at its own audacity and covered its mouth with its hands.

  He stroked its back and patted it gently, and sucked even more gently, licking and sucking, and that little cock grew until it was almost double its original size, and thicker than his thumb. He tickled the small sac behind the cock and thrust a gentle finger into that sweet hole, and its hips jerked and it shot a load of nectar into his mouth.

  It looked utterly shocked, but this time it was him who was humming happily. If he could have turned a lighter shade of pale he would have. It sat back on his chest and stared at him, and he swallowed its nectar and licked his lips, caressing its soft sides as he did. He smiled at it, wishing he could tell it how happy that had made him feel.

  It bent over and kissed him, almost experimentally, then licked its lips too, tasting its own nectar. A whole new first for interspecies contact, he thought dazedly. He wondered if it was going to want to cuddle, but its little head came up, staring at the door, and then it was gone, and a meal he wasn’t hungry for anymore was sitting on the floor.

  Chapter 3.

  Zack decided that his little friend was going to need a name, even if they couldn’t talk to each other. It was a little darling, so Darling it would be, even if it was a male. Or at least partly a male. It was his little Darling.

  It slipped in again when he was sleeping, and was waiting patiently beside him when he woke up, although the dampness on his lips suggested that it had given him a wake-up kiss. That was all right. He cradled it as it nursed, and he could have sworn that his breasts were getting more tender, although they didn’t seem to be getting any bigger. Whatever was happening, it seemed to make Darling happy, and the suckling action felt even better every time it latched on.

  When Darling was finished on both nipples it moved down Zack’s body with more purpose than it had previously shown, and stopped with its little mouth poised over Zack’s erection. Just nursing his small friend was giving him a hard-on, although he hadn’t felt the need to take care of himself once he was alone. Was his small one a self-contained little aphrodisiac?

  Darling smiled up at him then brought its head back down over his leaking cock, and that strange long tongue flicked out to caress the head of it, sucking the drop of pre-cum off the tip. Zack hummed softly, the closest he could come to a purr, and carefully used his big hands to ease its body around so that he could play in its little hole with his finger while it was playing with his cock. Would Darling understand the concept of mutual pleasuring?

  Apparently so, because it purred and wrapped that agile tongue right around the broad head of his erection, very gently, and looked up at him. He teased into that sweet hole and then brought the finger to his lips, and it licked at the bead of pre-cum that appeared on the head of his cock. It purred and he hummed. It lowered its head down very carefully over his length, and the sand-paper effect was more kitten than tiger, and he sighed in relief, wiggling a finger more energetically into its hole.

  It sucked his length in, and he was ready for the strange sensations this time, and they weren’t as rough. He thrust his hips gently up to its mouth and worked two fingers into its tight little hole at the same time. This was good, fucking its mouth, fucking its little hole, and knowing he was br
inging it pleasure by the purrs and the soft blue-green color it was turning. He hummed and tried to purr as well, to let it know that he was a happy man.

  He wasn’t sure how it would feel about him coming in its mouth, if it would think that release was a good thing or not, but it had him all the way in and was sucking like a hungry calf on a teat, and then those little fingers reached down and caressed his aching sac, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He stroked the sides of its face, trying to warn it as his balls drew up into his body and his cock pulsed. The release he hadn’t had for how many long days and nights shot down its throat, and Darling sucked his cum down greedily, both hands going around the base of his hard length to hold it still. When he was spent it drew its mouth off slowly, licking as it went, getting every last drop off his tip before finally releasing him completely from its mouth.

  Zack sank back on the bed and fought for air. Darling was still holding the base of his softening cock in it hands and licking the tip occasionally with the end of its tongue. He wondered if the little thing thought it had broken him, but it looked pleased, and he managed a hum.

  Only then did Zack become aware that he still had two fingers up its sweet little hole, and it seemed to be very happy about that. It settled itself more deeply on his fingers and rocked back and forth, and Zack cradled its little penis in his other hand, letting it choose the pace. It shut its eyes and shifted through a whole spectrum of blues and greens and violets, and then that little penis shot out its own release across Zack’s gentle hand. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked the frothy blue cum off of it, while his friend watched in fascination. Spent, Darling crawled up his chest and curled up on top of him, and seemed to fall asleep there, mouth latched onto one nipple again.

  Was he its lover or its mother, or some strange combination of the two? What did families look like on Darling’s home world, or had Darling ever known the love of a parent? Zack hoped so, and found himself hoping that he could find a way to get this little one home safely. Strange thoughts indeed for one so lost himself, but he was a soldier, and understood duty, and maybe he had a duty to this small thing who brought him pleasure without wanting very much in return.

  He drifted off to sleep himself, and to strange dreams. He had visions of a green world and creatures much like Darling but larger than him who loved him, and other small ones that he had played in fields of strange flowers with, and then a jumble of unhappy thoughts, then the slave traders’ ship where they had met.

  He woke up alone again, trying to sort out what was real and what wasn’t. Was Darling actually communicating with him telepathically? He had heard of such things, but soldiers heard many stories and most of them weren’t true.

  He waited for Darling to come back again, but he didn’t, while a number of meal trays came and went. Zack lost count, and then began to think that maybe he had imagined his little friend. Even old soldiers got lonely, and maybe he was hallucinating. He worked out every day, or what he took for a day, and tried to keep his body in shape for whatever was to come. He was under no illusions that the strength of his body was all he had to offer, the only thing a buyer would be interested in. Soldier, labourer, whatever. It was beyond his control, it always had been.

  He had just about talked himself into believing that Darling hadn’t been real when his little friend reappeared, sitting there on his chest when he woke up. His Darling friend was an unhappy grey shade of purple, and Zack automatically offered him a nipple to feed on. Darling latched on gratefully, and fed more hungrily than usual, pulling roughly at each nipple once it was empty. Zack winced and Darling immediately looked abject, tucking its face against his chest and licking little soft kisses against his skin, refusing to look him in the eyes.

  Zack closed his eyes and tried to communicate telepathically with Darling, thinking of the dream images he’d had, of that green world. He’d just begun to form the pictures in his mind when he was interrupted by Darling jumping up and down on his chest, purring excitedly. Apparently the green world was real and one that Darling recognized.

  Zack wasn’t sure how to communicate going forward from there, but Darling seemed to know. Zack got a rush of images, of what was apparently the ship they were on, the layout of the ship, the single alien who operated it, its motions throughout the day, then that alien lying on the floor, Zack and Darling in the cockpit, the ship landing on Darling’s home planet, big happiness and celebrations.

  Zack felt like his head was splitting open. He brought his hands up to his head and tried to block out the overwhelming flow of images. Darling slowed its thoughts down and repeated them, as though it was talking to a child. Zack understood most of what Darling was thinking at him, but the flaw in the plan, to the extent that it was a plan, was that he was a soldier, not a pilot. Getting to the cockpit wasn’t going to help them. He tried to pass that thought to Darling, and was somehow not surprised when Darling did a mental version of scoffing at him. Apparently if Zack could take care of the big alien and get them to the cockpit, Darling could fly the ship.

  Then Darling came back to the image that made its color go to a somber grey, and made Zack’s stomach knot. Two more meal trays, then the ship docking somewhere, and Zack and Darling both being led off in chains – in different directions. He suddenly couldn’t imagine a life without his Darling.

  Exhausted, Darling curled back up on Zack’s chest, and Zack tried to think of a plan. There must be some way of doing this, of getting his little Darling home again safely.

  He slept briefly, and was relieved to see that there was no meal tray when he woke up. He wasn’t sure how much time they had left. Darling fed hungrily again, and Zack got the impression that it had been locked up somewhere with no food. A dead pet was worthless, though, so the big alien had thrown it back in with him to keep the pet alive until it could be sold.

  Darling was not going to be a pet for some rich pervert, though, not if Zack could help it. It may or may not be a child, although it seemed naive in many ways, but was obviously a very sentient little thing. Zack put together a plan, but he couldn’t think about it because then Darling might know, and not be happy. He wanted Darling to be happy for as long as possible.

  He distracted his little Darling with gentle kisses and loving touches, and Darling was soon lost in the game. He teased at Darling’s little hole, and Darling sank its mouth down over his erect cock, just as happy to feed on that as a nipple, now that its stomach was full. This time was different, though.

  Just as he was tensing, about to come, Darling pulled off his cock, leaving him moaning in need. It rubbed its body all over his, as if it was marking him, then moved its body up over his, suddenly dominant, holding him down, and biting at his mouth with firm lips. He opened for it, and it pushed its long rough tongue into his mouth, owning him.

  Darling sat up, staring Zack in the face, then held Zack’s hard length upright with one little hand, and positioned itself upright so that its sweet hole was right over the tip of his throbbing erection. He smiled reassuringly up at Darling, and Darling smiled happily back. Okay, maybe not so much a child. His cock strained upwards, and Darling pulsed with lighter shades of blue and green as it sank down until his weeping head was rubbing against that leaking hole. He arched his hips up, wanting it, but was this even going to be possible? He was a big man and that hole was small and tight.

  Darling looked down at him, smiling and purring, and he hoped it knew what it was doing. They were going to be parted in a day or two, one way or another, and he knew he was going to need this memory to hang onto. Maybe Darling needed it just as badly. He held it gently around its waist as it eased its body into position over his aching cock, praying that he wasn’t going to hurt it, ready to pull it off at any sign of pain. He hummed at Darling, and it purred back.

  His Darling sank down easily onto his cock, taking him almost all the way in, locking his thick length into its tight channel. He whimpered and then cried out, trying not to scream. It was not the
smooth channel he’d expected, that he’d felt inside that sweet hole with his fingers, but the same rough, almost sandpaper, lining of its mouth before it had learned to be careful with him.

  This time the noises he was making didn’t deter his small friend. That tight channel gripped his cock hard, and Darling pushed down harder onto him and made little noises of pleasure as Zack writhed and bit his lip against screaming out loud. The texture pulled him in, sucked his cock deeper and deeper into the little alien’s hole, and the feeling was almost torture, but with promise of ecstasy. He thrashed and bucked, his cock burning but with an exquisite agony, and he wanted to pull out but didn’t, and couldn’t have if his life depended on it.

  Darling rocked back and forth over him with Zack still cradling its body in his big hands, and that movement seated it further and further onto his cock until Darling’s hips were grinding down against his.

  His sweet little best friend pulsed its channel around his abused cock and hummed with delight, its own eyes shut as it pleasured itself on him. Its hands were hanging onto his nipples tightly enough to hurt as it rode him hard, rocking itself on him. He thrashed under it desperately, and it pulled his nipples up, pushing its body further down on him, clenching around his cock, until he finally gave in to the pain and screamed. Screaming didn’t bother it anymore.

  When Darling was satisfied that it couldn’t get him any further inside itself, it gyrated its hips against his, every movement bringing new sensations. His cock throbbed, agony and ecstasy, as it adjusted to the strangeness of that grip, tight and rough, warm sandpaper, clasping around him like some brutal loving hand.

  He lost control, if he’d ever had it, climaxing, shooting his load deep up inside his strange little lover. Darling’s whole body throbbed in response, its channel clenching and then releasing repeatedly as his cock pulsed inside of it. It leaned over to kiss him again, aggressively, invading his mouth then biting at his lip. Zack’s hips jerked up into Darling over and over again until he was spent and exhausted, and then he collapsed back on the bed.