Allan lay on top of his favorite spot, a hill just outside of the town he had been born and raised in, and stared up at the stars. "I wish I could travel the galaxy," he said to himself, he had always felt sad that he was born in what he called the age of stagnation. All the spots of the map were filled in, there was no more 'here be dragons,' no more grand quests to save the kingdom. And it was too soon for him to ever hope to be a space pirate, or make the first contact with an alien species. His life would be stagnant, working a nine-to-five until he was seventy years old, and then he would die. Maybe have children, and maybe, if they were lucky, their great-grandchildren would get to live out Allan's dream.

This melancholy was nothing new to Allan, he had struggled in high school, when everyone had been talking with gusto about what they wanted to be. After getting a degree in personal finance, Allan had sought out adventure through work, working as a crab fisherman in Alaska, A safari guide in Africa, and most recently he had worked and lived as a sherpa for rich billionaires who wanted to climb Everest. All that before his 27th birthday, "Say what you will about me universe." He proclaimed to sky, "But I do work hard when I want to. I still wish for adventure though." Today was his birthday, and all of his friends, those who were still local, had been busy, so Allan had come out to his spot with a fifth of vodka.

"Is that all you truly want?" A strangely melodic voice said from behind him. Allan sat up and looked behind him. What he saw shocked him for a moment. A woman standing slightly shorter than him, naked, well naked except for scales that he assumed were body art, the scales were small and looked almost soft, covering the woman everywhere except for her face, breasts, a line of skin from her breasts down to an inch or two below her navel, and her sex.

"Wow," Allan said, taking a breath as he felt himself harden. "Awesome cosplay. Did Eddy put you up to this?" He walked slowly around the woman, who was still looking at him, turning her head to follow his movement as he clearly inspected every inch of her from afar. This would be something Eddy would do, he had told Eddy that no one could hang, and Allan would not put it past the marine to call up every connection he had and hire some woman to make sure that Allan was not alone on his birthday.

"I am sorry but I do not know an Eddy." The woman said as Allan tore his gaze away from her marvelous assets and looked at her face. That was when he saw the three lines of what could only be gills, sitting under her jawline. "But answer me fleshing of the deathworld, as I can not remain here long, is adventure all you wish for in your life?" She said, and Allan saw the gills fluttering in sequence.

"I mean, I think, I guess?" Eddy said stuttering as he looked closer at the woman, he stepped up as his brain fought to make sense of what he was seeing, the gills appeared to function, her face had a nose, but there were no nostrils. And with how firmly the woman's mouth seemed to be closed when she was not talking he didn't think there was any way that she was breathing through her mouth. The only conclusion that his partially drunken brain could come to, was that the gills were real. He took a step back. "What..." He fumbled for words, "What are you? Who are you? Why are you here?"

"I suppose that is an appropriate line of questioning." The woman said, taking a seat cross-legged which only served to increase the strange mix of emotions inside Allan's head, as it put her gloriously on display him after she leaned back to rest her arms on the ground behind her. "My name is Alyniqual Jushintorg."

Allan thought for a moment before shaking his head. "That is a lot, may I call you Aly?" he asked, trying and failing to stop himself from looking down at the spot where the woman's legs met. He hadn't caught most of her name and judging from how she had pronounced it, he doubted he would ever be able to say it right.

The woman laughed, a sound that, if he had heard anywhere else, he would have assumed that someone was playing around with sound effects. It was beautiful, if anyone had ever wondered what an angel's laugh sounded like, he now knew. "you may call me Aly, yes. As to what I am, I believe that the word you would use is an alien. I am a member of the Quillinar race. Why am I here? That one is more difficult to answer, especially given the time constraints. But suffice it to say that I came looking for someone, anyone who I might be able to convince to come along with me."

She seemed saddened. "To make a very long story short, I am alone and have been for the last 14 of what you call years. The crew of my ship died, and everyone believes me to be cursed, so no other sentient I asked would fly with me, so I decided to find one who would, I have spent the last fourteen of your years scouring one deathworld after another." She stopped, and her gills seemed to be working overtime, and her arms had begun to shake. "The gravity of this world is extreme, even with nanites to facilitate my body's function, I can not remain long. So I ask again, is adventure all that you desire?"

Allan thought for a moment. "Yes, I mean it's most of what I desire."

"If that is true, and you have nothing to hold you here, come with me." She attempted to rise, and was pushed to the ground. Allan stepped over and reached down to scoop her up, she was incredibly light and incredibly cold. "I am sorry, the gravity is far stronger than I anticipated." She said as Allan placed her on her feet. "And you are very warm." She sighed, almost erotically as she stepped up to him pressing her body into his. She seemed to come to her senses after only a moment, " I am sorry, I got carried away." She stepped back, and her scales seemed to ruffle along her body. "Come with me fleshing of the deathworld, and I can promise you adventure."

Allan looked at the gloriously naked woman standing in front of him, his soul ached for what she was offering. A part of him wanted to stay and look after his mother and father. But this was what he wanted. What he had wanted since the first time he had read the stories of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. He took a deep breath. "A beautiful woman, shows up naked, asking me to go on an adventure with her? How could I say No? I do need to say goodby to my mother though. If that won't be a problem, I will go with you."

The look in her eyes could have outshone the sun. "Thank you," she said, quietly almost so quietly that he could not hear her as she looked down at her feet, mercurial tears streamed down her face. She wiped them quickly and reach into a pouch that Allan had not noticed hanging on a string from her waist. She handed him a matte black disc. "Do what you must. I will be waiting. When you are ready, simply speak my name into the comm disk and I will bring you aboard my ship." She turned, speaking quietly to herself once again. "Please hurry." She disappeared a moment later.

As Allan walked back to the home he had grown up in he thought about what had just happened. And every time his mind tried to tell him that he was losing it, he would look into his hand and see the disk, it was clearly not from Earth, he didn't know what it was that made him think that but it just wasn't. Before he got home he made a call to Eddy, without saying much he manged to extract a promise that if Allan's mother called Eddy would do everything he could to help.

"Yo, Allan, you have been talking cryptic this whole time. But whatever it is that is going on you sound excited." Eddy said towards the end of their conversation.

"I am, more than I ever have been. I don't know if I'm coming back from this one Eddy. Can you please..." Allan choked up.

"Hey man, we are brothers, your mom is my mom and all that. I know you worry with your dad and all that..." Eddy faded off, eluding to the fact that Allan's father was a notorious drunk. "But hey man, just know that if anything ever happens, me and my boys will take care of it." A chorus of exceptionally motivated marines chimed in then with chants of 'Oorah', and 'kill kill kill.'

"Thanks, man, if I come back I'll tell you all about it." Allan said smiling at the thought of twenty or so pissed-off Marines showing up only to be coddled by his loving mother.

"Sure thing boss." Eddy said. "And hey Allan, whatever it is, give 'em hell."

"Copy that." Allan hung up the phone. With that taken care of he walked through the front door of his home. His father was out at the bar, as was his norm. And his mother was home, like always, working on some craft project or another. "Hey mom, I'm home." he said.

"Surprise!" A single voice said, jumping out from behind the curtain to his mothers crafts room. His mother was holding a cake with 27 candles on it. "Happy Birthday Allan!" she said, before blowing into one of those party horns.

Allan was truly surprised, he and his mom had gone to lunch for his birthday. He had not expected her to awake let alone planning anything. "Hey, mom." Allan said, taking the cake and blowing out the candles, as he set it to the side, and hugged the woman to him tightly.

"Allan, what's wrong?" She asked when he finally let her go. She could always tell when something was off.

"Mom, sit down." he said, guiding her to the couch. "I just got offered an opportunity that I can't say no to." He looked at her, tears streaming down his face. "I..." He could not find the words.

"Allen James Mac'Millen, look at me." She said, her tone happy and supportive. Allan looked up. "I know exactly what is going on. I knew this day would come, I have known since you were a little boy." Allen was stunned by her words. "I knew that one day someone would off you the adventure that you seemed always to be seeking, and that when it happened, you would leave. Never before, even when you moved to Nepal, have you come to me like this." She hugged him, again. "So the only thing that I can say, is go. Have your adventure, live your life."

"Thanks mom." Allan said, relief streaming through him. "I don't know if I'll come back from where I'm going, though."

"I didn't say you had to come back." She said playfully. The next hour was a hustle and bustle of activity, as he talked with his mother, and she tried to give him money, and other things, but Allan refused most of it. Allen also made sure that Eddy's number was still in his mothers phone. "Allan, take this," she handed the large green ammo canister that dad kept his old glock 17 in. "I don't care if you throw it in the river, if your not going to be around, I don't want to worry about you."

Allan relented and packed his backpack with the gun, and all 1500 rounds that his father kept in the house, as well as food, water, and survival tools, and a hammock. "Well I guess this is it." Allan said, hugging his mother at the front door. "Love you mom, and seriously, don't hesitate to call Eddy, if needs be, I'm sure he'll show up with a full squad of marines to deal with anything that happens."

"I won't." She said tears, streaming down her face. "Stay safe, wherever it is that you are going." Allen nodded and picked up his pack, walking out the door. After he had left his neighborhood he took the black disk from his pocket, "Aly, I'm ready." a moment later, a faint humming filled his ears.

The next thing that Allan knew he was somewhere. The room was small, and dimly lit, when he walked out the door, almost bowled over Aly, who looked as if she had been sprinting. She seemed far more at ease here than she had on the hill. Allan guessed that it had something to with the Florida like humidity and the fact that he felt incredibly light, despite the 70 pounds of equipment and goods in his pack.

"You came," Aly said, sounding genuinely surprised. "You actually came."

"I said I would." Allan said, and a thought hit him. "By the way, my name is Allan."

"Allan," she looked up at his face. "Allan, very well, let me show you to the sleeping quarter. And then we will get underway to a Jumpgate." She turned and lead him to a single large room, in it was a bowl-shaped depression, filled with what he thought was sand. she walked in and told him to leave his things. He stepped into the sand, and sank almost six inches.

"Woah," he said, reaching down to the sand, and realizing that it had to be some kind of synthetic material. It was soft, and somewhat warm. "Ohhh, this is the bed isn't it."

"Yes." Aly said, with hesitation. "Do you not have proper sleeping pits for your clans?"

"Nope, we use beds, I guess a better description would be an elevated sleeping platform, but no." Allan said as he set his things to the side of the pit. He followed Aly to the bridge of the ship, he guessed this is where she had run from, as it seemed to be the farthest from the room he had arrived in. "COOL!" He shouted, running past Aly to look out the window, far below him, Earth, his homeworld, spun in the inky black of space like a top.

"Allan, before we get underway we need to ensure that you are properly inoculated against things you may encounter. Please come through here." She gestured at a door that had a strange curving symbol on it. Inside the room Allan could feel the sterility of every surface.

"Medical bay?" he asked, as Aly began tapping buttons.

"Yes, please, stand still." She said, and Allan did as requested. A moment later a beam of light that seemed to oscillate from yellow to purple appeared at his feet, and slowly moved up his body. Once it had reached the top of his head it vanished, and Aly began to read something intently. "Amazing, apparently your species immune system is far more advanced than anything the computer can find in the database. As far as it knows any disease that you encounter will effect you only minimally, with fluid excretions from your mucus membranes. And..." She trailed off, her scales ruffling, and a bright pink flush crossing her cheeks.

"And what?" Allan asked looking Aly up and down, marveling once again at her beauty, and how cute it was when her scales got ruffled.

Her blushing intensified, "And apparently, your genetics are some of the most compatible the computer has ever encountered. Should you choose a life-mate, you should quite easily be able to procreate and have offspring. "

"Wait you mean I can fuck?" He asked playfully. She looked up at him, not understanding his tone.

"I believe so?" She said, looking at him with a strange mix of fear and something else in her face. "Should you require it, as is stated in the Quillinar charter of directives, my body is available to you for use should your race have only specific time constraints on when you can reproduce." She bowed what Allan judged to be a very practiced bow.

"Wait, what?" the shock and surprise in his voice threw Aly off. "What the hell does that mean?" Allan was genuinely shocked. "Don't get me wrong, I love sex, and given the appropriate opportunity, I'm fairly sure that I'll fuck my way out of a situation. But you don't have to make yourself available to me."

"But I do." Aly said, confusion running through her voice. "The Quillinar are a race of beings that prioritize the reproductive rights of all races. If we are capable, and a crewmate has no other option, we are bound by our lows to make best efforts at ensuring that reproduction limited races have every opportunity to plant their seed, and bring more life to the galaxy."

"Okay," Allan's mind was spinning from that one, "well, first of all, I'm not reproduction limited, and secondly, that's just not how I do things. So that will not be required. However, if you desire it, or even if you need to blow off some steam, and just want a quick dick in the woods. I would be more than happy to accommodate you. Deal?"

His tone made it clear that this was a hill he would die on. "Yes, Allan, I understand. Since you do not need any medical treatment, let us get underway, and then we can sleep, as I am sure this has been a taxing day for you."

Allan nodded. She quickly explained that this portion of the galaxy was under a no warp restriction so it would take several days to reach a Jumpgate. She set the autopilot and then walked with him back to the room where his things were. "Welp, nighty night then," Allan said, as he walked in, expecting her to continue to her own room. She instead followed him in. She lay on the sand, and looked up at him, as if waiting. "I'm sorry did I miss something?" Allan asked, once again very confused.

"No, it is time to sleep, this is the clan sleeping pit, so let us sleep." Aly said, her own confusion flashing across her face. Then an understanding look. "Your people do not sleep together to conserve body heat."

"Nnnooo." Allan said, slowly, then he looked in her eyes, and saw the loneliness of years in her eyes, and the crushed hopes of having what she called a clan again. Allan sighed, taking his shirt off, "But you know what they say, when in Rome." This got more confusion from Aly, as he took off his boots, socks pants and hesitated with his underwear.

"Full nudity guarantees the best exchange of heat." Aly said, not picking up on the embarrassment that Allan was trying throttle down. Her tone of voice was amusing to Allan though, it was not a trick, she was simply following what she knew.

"When in rome." he said again to himself and then dropped his underwear to the pile of clothes. stepping into the sandpit, he lay down, trying to give them a little space but the sand seemed to push them together. His breath came in sharply as Aly lay, facing him, and snuggled up close. Her breasts pressing into his chest, and the top of her head nestled under his chin, she intertwined her legs with his, and he thought that there would be no way he would get to sleep. He was wrong, moments later they were both asleep, entangled in each other.

The next day Allan awoke to a pleasant sensation. It looked as if in the night, Aly had wrapped her arms and legs around him and pulled him close, the result being that his face was pressed in between her breasts, and his morning wood was pressed under her exquisite ass, the base of his cock against the lower folds of her sex, and the head resting against the curve of her ass. He was fairly certain she was asleep still, and he was too embraced to move, so for the moment, he simply enjoyed his luck. A moment later, she moaned a little, the moan of someone who was having a great dream.

Her hips bucked back a little, rubbing herself onto his manhood even more. Her grip with her arms and legs tightened further. Allen had never been one to cockblock anyone, especially a woman who was using him as her very own hump pillow, so he closed his eyes and fell back asleep, listening to her sweet little moans, and enjoying the feeling of her breasts on his face.

When Allan awoke again, Aly was sitting up next to him. "Allan, I'm...I'm so sorry... I..." She could hardly get the words out, and the embased pink flush from yesterday was back as an agry red color that went all the way from her sex, to her face. When Allan looked down, and saw that he had most certainly been used as a pillow, he laughed. "I will take you back... you did not... I just..." Aly burst into tears.

"What? Why? I don't want to go back." Allan said, running a finger through the juices she had left behind to coat his cock, and then placing it in his mouth and moaning, "and holy shit do you taste amazing." She turned and even more violent shade of red at this.

"I sexually assaulted you." She said, quivering as she clearly was still orgasming. "I am a terrible person."

"What?" Allan said, surprised by what she said. "Aly I woke up when you started your little dream, I could have easily just left you to have that dream on your own, you did not assault me."

"Yes I did." She started crying, ignoring what he had said. "I didn't want to. I was asleep, my body just did that. It's been so long that..." what she was saying was cut off, as she stared in shock at Allan. "Wait, you said that you woke when it started, you knew this was happening."

"Yes Ma'am." Allan said, smiling mischievously. "You know if it's been that long, and you're that hard up, I would be happy to, shall we say pop that quark. As I said yesterday."

"You mean..." She didn't finish what she was saying as a wave of excitement washed ever her at Allan's nod. She looked at Allan's rock-hard manhood standing at attention, and a moan escaped her lips. She crawled as if she made to take him inter mouth, and while he was not opposed to the idea of watching her ass wiggle as she sucked him, the thing that intrigued him most in that moment was the sight of her still dripping pussy as she moved to grab him. Without warning, he leaned up and grabbed her legs, and in the low gravity, easily lifted her above him as he lay back down. "Allan what....eep!" she started to ask something but it was cut off as he set her down right on his face and his tongue went to work learning every delicious fold of her sex.

"Ohh, Allan." She moaned, that angelic voice of her making him even harder than he thought possible. "Don't stop, please, for the love of Elunitra please don't stop." she moaned as she involuntarily moved her hips, grinding her throbbing pussy into his tongue. "Ohh, goddess." was all she said, before a torrent of liquid streamed down Allan's face. He felt her thighs squeeze his head which only made him more excited. She collapsed next to him a literal quivering mess.

"Ready for more?" Allan asked, watching her carefully touching her engorged nipples and clit. She looked at him, and unable to speak simply nodded. Allan smiled and picked her up again, laying her on her back. He leaned forward his face still dripping from her previous orgasm, and kissed her, not a gentle lover's kiss, this kiss informed Aly that she was about to be ravished. And she eagerly awaited every second of it. As their tongues worked in each other's mouths, Allan reached down and gently guided the tip of his cock inside her. He slid forward only about two inches. The whole time he felt the walls and lips of her pussy squeeze. "Holy fuck you are tight."

"My race," She was panting this out in between kisses. "Regrows...its hymen... if ... there is... no penetration... for a time."

"Really?" Allan said, stopping and looking down at her. "That's cool, so you could say that at this moment, I'm going to be your first." He teased her slightly by pushing ever so slightly deeper into her.

"Mmmm, yes." She said with a moan that told him she was angry he wasn't moving inside her already. Claws slid out of the ends of her fingernails, and she dug them into his back, causing him to moan. "Yes," she panted, "Right now I am about to let myself be fucked senseless by a deathworlder, as tight as the day I left my spawn-father's home. Now shut up and fuck me." she demanded and in a surprise motion, thrust her hips up until Allan felt their pelvises touch.

Allan didn't respond, only placed a hand on her throat, and began thrusting into every glorious inch of the tight wonderland that was Aly's sex. No words were spoken, as she threw her arms and legs around him, which only seemed to make her grow tighter. Her claws raked down his back making him arch into her even deeper. A moment later Aly pulled him down on top of her locking her legs so that he could not move, and her arms around his back held him still. The throbbing and pulsating around his cock told him that had reached climax. "Please, hold still for one second." She begged.

Allan held still for a moment. "You okay?" Allan asked in a whisper, nibbling on the slightly pointed lobes of her ears.

"Yes." She gasped out, a quiver from her sex, and a sudden rush of liquid around Allan's cock telling him that she had come once again. "More?" she asked in a voice that said she wanted it but was unsure if she could take it.

"If you want. I am fine stopping here." Allan said, internally he was a little upset he hadn't finished yet, but this was for her.

"What about you?" She asked moving her hips in such a way that she could still feel every inch of him filling her. She moaned, "You have not achieved orgasm yet, and I don't want you to feel used."

"I think that if I fuck you anymore it will either drive you insane, or make it so you can't walk, so how about you do what you wanted earlier." Allan said, and she smiled, her eyes lighting up. Allan pulled out from her, as she undid her death grip around him.

He stood up and made as if to flop lay back down, and she shook her head. "You may not know, but I should not be able to speak your language, the only reason that I can," she moved to kneel in front of him, "is that your people had a rudimentary data net established, with a shocking amount of porn, I think its called, in learning your language I watched a little of it, and I can assure you one thing." as she knelt in front of him she reached up in an incredibly sexy manor, and brushed away her hair, gesturing to the gills. "I don't need to 'come up for air' as I heard it put." She smiled at him in an evil manner, "My race also has no gag-reflex. So think of my throat as if it were your, what's the term," she arched her back, sticking out her magnificent breasts, and placed her finger on her chin in a position that Allan could have sworn she took from a sexy librarian video. "Ah, yes, think of my throat as your own personal fuck hole."

She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock, and then ran her tongue from the base all the way to the tip. Allan moaned, and then Aly opened her mouth, and forced his whole cock down her throat. Allan was shocked, he was not the largest in the dick department, but no woman he had been with ever tried to deepthroat him. He waited for the inevitable moment that she would pull off, and then what she had said sunk in. 

"You're sure?" Allan said placing a hand on her head, and without pulling off she looked up at him with the greatest 'fuck me' eyes he had ever seen, and nodded slightly, all while sliding her incredibly long tongue out to tickle his balls. "Fuck, okay, if you need to stop tap my leg." she rolled her eyes and surprised him once more by reaching behind him, and grabbing his has with both her hands and pulling him even deeper down her throat.

"Game on." Allan moaned, and tangled both his hands in her hair, thrusting into Aly's wet mouth, over and over, even though he hadn't finished earlier, he had been close. "Fuck, baby, I'm close, where do you want it." Allan asked, looking down without stopping his relentless assault on her throat. She looked at him with a look that said "where do you think?" "Yes Ma'am." Allan grunted out thrusting harder and deeper, Aly's hands helping pull his deeper as they clasped his ass. "Ohh baby." He groaned and she pulled him deep and held him there, surprising him again as her tongue swirled out, revealing that it was longer than he had imagined, opening her jaw wider than he had imagined possible, and using only her tongue, swept his balls into her mouth as well.

The torrent of cum that spilled down her throat as she hummed in pleasure force him to buck his hips trying to get deeper. when he finally finished, his orgasm was extended by Aly using her tongue to stroke him inside her mouth. he pulled out. Allan then collapsed next to Aly, who snuggled up to him.

"Day one of my adventure and I have already done more than could have imagined," Allan said stoking the scales on Aly's back. "I wonder what will happen next."

Aly looked up at him from where her head lay on his chest. "I can assure you that there will be more of this." Aly said, kissing his chest, and then sliding up to snuggle so that they could be face to face. "If you want it that is."

"Of course." He said, she kissed him. "You said we have three days before we get to warp-permissible space and then to a jump gate, this is day one of three right."

"Yes." Aly said, wondering where he was going with this.

"Then I guess that means I have three days to make up for the years you went without a clan or a lover." He said. Internally Allan was unsure of where this would end or if it ever would, but he knew one thing. The adventure that he'd always wanted was here, and if it included some hot alien ass, well that was a bonus. The two of them snuggled up and fell into a deep sleep of exhaustion.