A Martian Romance
This story came to me a while ago and I plan on continuing it. Now wether that happens or not is another issue, but I'm going to try. Anyway, tell me what you think. I love feed back.
Kendra paced back and forth in front of the coffee shop where she had been told she would meet him. Him being the Martian gray who would be escorting her from the Terra-Lunar space port to the Martian archeological site. Her high heal shoes clicked with every step and her tawny colored tail swayed impatiently. He was ten minutes late. No being that could use Telepathy, Telekinesis, and Teleport from one location to another should ever be late she thought to her self. "Ah, but no one can tell the future and unavoidable delays are a part of life." Said a light, gentle voice just behind her. Spinning around, Kendra gasped. The creature who had spoken towered over her own six and a half foot frame by at least another foot. He had no visible hair and his smooth features were accented by a steely gray skin that seemed to shine in the florescent lighting of the spaceport. He had large black eyes that had no visible iris, if there was one at all, and he seemed to lack a nose, though he did have slits for nostrils. He had thin lips, slightly darker than the rest of his skin and small indentations on the sides of his head were all that he had for ears. On his top half he wore a typical Earthling style button up shirt and tie with a plane black blazer. But below that, rather than legs, he had a multitude of thick tentacles that were spotted with a slightly darker shade of gray. They resembled octopi tentacles in that they had suction cups on the bottoms of them, but they seemed much more muscular as they held him up right with ease. Completely taken aback, Kendra took a step backwards, her claws springing from her fingertips on instinct, it took her a moment to realize what she was looking at. When she did, however, a flush rose in her cheeks and she relaxed. "Oh... I'm sorry." she whispered. Her mind was racing, filled with questions she dared not ask. The gray smiled at her, a bluish tint rising in his own flattish cheeks. "It's alright. You may call me Galik. Your other questions can wait until we get to the shuttle." He said, his caressing voice seeming to ring through her. He offered her his arm in a most gentlemanly way and, when she took it timidly, picking up her suit case in her free paw, he lead her off towards the terminal where they would be departing from. While Martians could Teleport themselves, They had a good deal of trouble when they had a passenger who lacked such innate abilities and very few risked it for the accidents that could and had happened in the early years of Earth/Mars relations. The Martian-Lunar inter-planetary spaceport, founded shortly thereafter for transportation of being and cargo that could not teleport, was located on the remaining Martian moon, Deimos. Phobos had been destroyed by the Marten government when its deteriorating orbit was determined irreparable by the combined Terran and Martian scientist shortly after contact was made in the latter part of the twenty-first century. The halfcat walked along formally next to her escort, watching him out of the corner of one of her slit yellow eyes. Her nose, more human looking than that of a true anthropomorphic being, twitched a little. The fine residual whiskers that swept back to her pointed ears, placed like a humans but shaped like a cats, moving slightly with her nose. Her silver blond hair, tied up in a tight bun matched the fine fur that covered her body, head to toe, perfectly. Her legs were seamless transition from human like hips to digitigraded feet that did little more than give her a longer stride and make shoes an uncomfortable ordeal. Her hands were similar to those of a humans in shape, but her fingernails were feline claws that retracted and they bore a rough pad rather than smooth skin on the underside. When the pair of them reached the terminal, they were ushered onto a shuttle that much resembled airliners of the late twentieth and early twenty-first centuries. The biggest difference was the stubbed wings and the jets on the back that more resembled the space shuttles of the same time period. With all the advancements in the last thousand years of life in this solar system, little had changed in design and style, as if the beings of earth were dreading the next renaissance as if it would bring the same sort of cataclysms that were heralded by the so named world wars of the early twentieth century. Passing into the shuttle along the bridge was uneventful and they were shortly settled in the cabin they would be sharing for the next week during the passage between the two planets. It was a small room with a desk on one side above which was a round view port, and a pair of bunk beds just wide enough for one to lie down on but from which one was likely to fall off of should they roll about in their sleep. "I do hope you do not mind sharing a cabin. It is all that is available on these shuttles and I'm sure you would rather not bunk with a complete stranger." Galik said humbly, a blue tint rising in his cheeks. "I assure you I will grant you as much privacy as you require to the best of my ability." Oh this is to much. She thought to her self, blinking in surprise. "It's quite alright." she said, waving aside any apology. "I'm not worried about that. Humans may be weird about it, but no one else makes a big deal about nudity." She smiled, taking a few bobby pins out of her tied up hair and letting it fall down her shoulders in waves that reached past her waist. "I don't know much about Martian culture, so I would appreciate it if you gave me a few pointers. I would hate to make a huge social blunder and not even know it." "I wouldn't worry about it too much." He replied, taking off the blazer and putting it on a hanger in the small closet provided. "Just try not to stare and follow my lead. I think you will do just fine. And archeologists will be more interested in your ability to discern Terren and Martian technology than whether you use the proper social introduction or handshake." As he spoke, he had removed the shirt and tie of human manufacture and wrapped a robe that resembled a Japanese kimono made of pale blue material similar to silk about his slender shoulders and belted it with a matching translucent length of fabric whose ends fell down almost to the floor. It was done so that at the top it hung open to show off his chiseled chest and overlapped below the belt. Likewise, Kendra had shirked her wrap dress in favor of a wrap belt that sat low on her hips, wispy lengths of yellow material bordered in black hung down in the front and back and would sway back and forth with each step. About her ample top breasts she tied a length of black fabric bordered in yellow that knotted between them, the rest falling down to just barely hide the six undeveloped breasts marked only by black nipples that poked through the fur. Both had turned their back on the other while they changed and when they turned around, both were rather surprised and attracted by what they saw. Kendra's eyes matched the size and shape of his in her surprise and his seemed to expand slightly in his own. But both were quick to hide their attraction and, offering his complements, suggested they order dinner. She hastily agreed, saying she wasn't picky and he left the room to find a stewardess. They shared a simple dinner and some Champaign in their cabin and quickly got to talking. Galik told of life at the university where he had met and befriended the archeological professor, Dr. Mahreil, and how he had come under the older gray's tutelage. He did a good deal of talking, answering as many of Kendra's questions before she had a chance to ask them. There was still one question that burned in her mind as his tale wound to a close and that was not something he could answer with words. She was a very sensual creature, as most felines tended to be, and being in her heat just then was adding to her outgoing nature. She was also well versed in biology and knew all the mechanics of Martian reproduction. What she didn't know, however, was their customs. With a sigh, she looked into her glass, the smallest mouthful pooled in the bottom. Little more than a taste, if that. Tossing it back, she rose to her feet and stretched. "It has been a pleasure listening to your story, Galik, but I need to get some rest. Do you mind if I take the top bunk?" Her tufted tail twitched behind her as she pulled a night dress from her suit case. "Not at all. I have no need of such at the time, so I shall be quiet as I can. And should you fall I will be sure to catch you." He said, nodding to her and smiling, his tentacles (Kendra now knew they counted twenty four, one for every year of post natal life) twitching and moving placidly in time with the sound of the engines, a sound that hummed through the shuttle like a lullaby with the occasional blast from the course correction jets adding a flat whining sound louder or softer depending on which one fired. Climbing up to the bunk, Kendra drew the curtain shut and slipped into her night dress, sighing slightly and flopping down on the pillow provided. She pulled a single sheet over herself and rolled to face the wall, doing her best to block amorous or lusty thoughts from her mind. Eventually she settled into a restless sleep, her dreams of quite an exotic nature but with the kind of logic that boggles the waking mind. It was about two hours later, however, when a sudden jolt of the shuttle rolled her from her bunk. She seemed not to land at all, however. Rather she just hung in free fall for a few moments before slowly coming to rest in the embrace of many warm, soft arms, only two of which bore any sort of resemblance to what made sense to her sleep addled mind. And it was towards these that she leaned as the shuttles steady course continued. "This is your captain speaking." said a voice over the intercom. "We would like to apologies for that sudden interruption there. Just had to dodge a piece of space junk. We are now back on course again and will try to avoid any more interruptions to your regularly scheduled flight. The time is now 12: 42 A.M., earth standard time. Captain out." The speaker cut off and Kendra roused her self to see what had happened. "Are you alright?" She looked around to see Galik's concerned face inches from her own. "I... ah... yeah... I am." she managed to stammer, one paw idly stroking part of a tentacle that had wound itself around her waist. Galik's worried frown relaxed into a smile and he relaxed his hold on her. But Kendra didn't move. Her eyes stayed locked on his and she felt as if she could loose herself in their dark void for eternity. He seemed to have spread himself out quite a bit, his largest tentacles a good four inches in diameter and six feet in length each. The outer ring of ten tentacles at his waste seemed all to be about that size while the ones in the ring just inside those seemed just slightly smaller. She did not see beyond these, but she felt them caressing her back and thighs slightly as they moved, slowly bringing her to rest on the carpeted floor of the cabin where it appeared Galik had spread a sheet out over the pile. Two of the narrow 'second decade' tentacles now wrapped about her chest just below her breasts, one cautiously nudging at the soft, fleshy orbs. It seemed to take an eternity, but when it happened it was in a flash and everything sped up, as if they had been going in slow motion up until that moment. Their lips met, eyes closed, in a deep, eager kiss. Her silken night dress was stripped from her body in a single, fluid motion of eight eager tentacles. The two tentacles that wrapped around under her breasts moved up to wrap around the fleshy orbs, a single suction cup on the tip of each one latching onto the nipples. Her own paws found their way around his neck and her paws ran up and down his back, the rough pads contrasting the silky smooth skin of his back. It was not long before, panting for breath, she found his member with one paw in the center of his circles of tentacles, stiff and dripping pre as much as she was. Moaning lustily, rubbed the tip of his shaft against her entrance momentarily before impaling herself on it. Instantly she froze as the thing seemed to expand within her, every small motion sending sparks across her vision. The flared head just bumped against her cervix deep within her while the sides were covered in little knobs that seemed to tickle and tease her insides. Her back arched she ground down on it, one of the tiny tendrils that surrounded his center organs snaked its way up and wrapped itself around her clit, two more from the second ring found their way up her legs, one of which found its way into her tail hole. Her mouth opened wide in a soundless scream as her inner walls twitched and contracted in orgasm. Groaning, she leaned forward, pressing her cheek against his chest, legs splayed wide. Gently he stroked the side of her face, his thicker outer tentacles wrapping firmly around her legs, waist, and arms to hold her in place before he suddenly began to thrust into her. It was not long in reality, but it seemed like ages had passed when Kendra finally heard him call out, felt his boiling seed spill out and fill her womb. Their voices rose together in a ballet of moans and gasps before both finally subsided, collapsing against each other in the middle of the room. Galik's shaft slowly deflated, sliding from her body and retreating into his own. One long tentacle reached up to the top bunk and pulled down a pillow and a blanket for them. Settling it over them and resting his head on the pillow, the two of them curled up on the floor both content for the time being, both fully aware that the trip was still four more days from its completion.