Otherwhere Chapter 5: The Harvest Part 1

The beast lay down on the platform so Rory could climb up and straddle it’s massive shoulders. Its skin was smooth, hot and, surprisingly, soft like a fine leather garment. There was enough play in its skin for her to be able to grab on, which she did as it shifted and rose to its feet. It’s massive wings beat and she could feel the great muscles flexing beneath her as it rose into the air. She let out a joyous ‘whoop!’ as they climbed into the air. The adrenalin, the movement under her loins, the heat from the creature, and the knowledge of what she was about to do all conspired to arouse her.

“What the hell have I gotten myself into,” she thought, laughing as she held on.

They burst out into sunlight from a shaft in the side of a mountain and she had to duck her head from the brightness. They flew along the foothills to deep forest before spiraling down to land in the deep forest. The Draco turned it’s long neck to look back at Rory and she ‘heard’ it say in its velvety baritone.

“We’ve arrived, You may get down,”

“I don’t know if I want to!” Rory said, laughing brightly, “That was AMAZING!”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” the Draco said, she heard the approval in it’s ‘voice’. “Not all of your kind do.”

With more than a little reluctance, she slid off the Draco’s shoulders and stood on the forest floor. The trees didn’t look like anything she was familiar with, the air was more than warm enough for her nearly naked state. It seemed to be too warm for trees like that but her though process was interrupted by the Draco shimmering into it’s humanoid form.

“Woof,” indeed, she thought.

Suddenly awkward, she asked, “So, how does this work?”

It, HE, she firmly corrected herself. He cocked his head to one side and said, “Well normally I introduce my pe…”

“I MEAN,” she interrupted hastily, “How does this energy thing work. I know how THAT works.”

“Ah,” he said. “May I touch your thoughts? It will make things easier,” he asked politely.

“You can read minds?” she asked.

“Not per se, no, but I can sense…impressions. Feelings. I can tell if you’re understanding me, I can understand you better. I can provide…nuance. Yes. The word I’m looking for is nuance.”

“You can’t do it unless I give you permission?” she said.

“No, I can do it without your permission, but that would be…rude? Yes. Rude.”

Well, here she was, in some crazy other dimension about to fuck a hunky flying monster, but hey, at least he was a polite hunky flying monster, right? She began giggling and soon couldn’t stop. Worst case of Church Giggles ever.

The Draco just smiled and waited for her to stop.

She mastered herself after a moment, “Sorry,” she said. “This is all a bit much. Yes, you can ‘touch my thoughts’. Why not, you’re going to touch a lot more than that in a few minutes.’ she added with a mutter.

Suddenly she ‘felt’ a warm presence. It literally did feel like someone ‘touching’ her – only everywhere and nowhere at the same time. She staggered slightly as her head filled with information. The Draco were…bees was the best analogy she could make, only instead of collecting pollen and nectar they collected life energy, bringing it back to their, well, hive had all sorts of unpleasant connotations but hive, without the weird hierarchy or Orwellian overtones. She guessed that made her a flower and started giggling again as she processed.

“I like this sound you make,” the Draco said. “I like how your mind feels when you make it.”

She blushed.

“What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you ‘The Draco’ if we’re going to do this,” she asked.

She felt him send her an image of a rust colored vein of mineral in the side of a mountain. It was almost the same color as his skin.

“There is no word for this in your language,” he said. “But this is how I’m known among my kind.”

“Well ‘rust colored vein of ore’ is a little too long for me,” she said. “How about I call you ‘Rock’?”

Rock smiled, “That is acceptable. And I shall call you Flower,” along with his words she got the image of a Black Eyed Susan, the same flower she thought of when she was processing the ‘bee’ analogy.

“Wow you really WERE in my thoughts,” she said, blushing again. “Yes you can call me Flower. My own people call me Rory. So have you ‘harvested’ a lot of, er, energy?”

“No,” he said. “I’m rather young for my kind. Humans are a…’big deal’ you would say. We have to work up to you. You’re my first human. I’m rather excited about it.”

“Yes, I can see that,” she said, grinning, looking down. “So wait, you’ve ‘harvested’ other beings? Non human? Can you turn into something else?”

“Yes,” he said, “I can assume whatever form I need to collect the Life Energy”

Rory decided she didn’t want to think about that too closely.

“Do you, er, enjoy it?” she asked.

“I do,” he assured her. “More so if my partner opens themselves to me so I can feel what they’re feeling too.”

“I guess we should…” she began.

“While learning about you is pleasant indeed, yes, we should.”

“I’ll open myself to you,” she said quietly.

She felt his mental touch and could feel a gestalt understanding on his part through the link. He immediately stepped in close to her, gathered her in his powerful arms and kissed her. She had never been kissed quite like that before. It was almost as if she were kissing herself – not that it didn’t feel like another was involved, but he knew EXACTLY what to do, where to kiss, when to bite slightly.

“Whoa,” she murmured into his mouth.

His large hands roamed over her, touching, stroking, pinching all the right places. Her first orgasm came quickly and she felt him stiffen as she came.

“Are, are you all right,” she stammered, barely composed.

“That, that was…intense,” he breathed.

“Do you need to stop?” she asked, disappointed.

He grinned and resumed kissing her in answer. They stumbled to the soft forest floor, intertwined, his thick fingers gentle, finding all of her places. She stroked his member. Huge. Easily the largest she had ever seen.

“If you’re going to fuck me, we need to go slow. You’re really big,” she whispered.

He rolled onto his back and pick her up, setting her down straddling his waist. She positioned herself over him and started lowering herself onto him. He was so big she had to squat over him to do it.

“Oh Jesus you’re big!” she moaned as he stretched her open.

Her breathing labored, she rocked up and down on his member, getting a little more of it into her with each rock forward. She came again, gasping. She heard him grunt, the first actual sound he had made and felt him spurt hotly into her as she came.

Disappointed, she started to get up, he held her in place.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Aren’t you done?” she replied.

“Done?” she felt his touch on her mind. “Ah.” He sounded amused. “No. We have a lot more energy to harvest.”

“Human men usually need a moment after they, er, cum,” she said.

“I’m not human,” he smiled.

She pealed laughter as she relaxed back down onto him. His ejaculate provided the extra lubrication she needed to slide all the way down him and she groaned loudly as she took all of him into her.

A lot of energy was harvested indeed.