Xenofestation 1-04
~The Maiden and the Pit~

Paragonas Vaunt

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Entry 1-04/B - Want

Agribond Complex, Northern Hemisphere, Agrarius, Scolius system

The little oasis among the rocks was the perfect place from which to view the Pit.

The first settlers hadn't needed to concern themselves too much about the indigenous life on Agrarius. A few local species of lizards, insects, arachnids. Some marsupialids too. A few were venomous, or had otherwise unpleasant effects on the human physiology, but no worse than anything on Terra. There had been a fungus which had decimated their first olive crop, apparently, though Beatriz had been too young to remember it, and fungicides had soon dealt with that.

Still, Sam made a point of checking the oasis for dangerous beasts before he would let her in there. She let him. Though she had no real need for his protection, she recognised his nervous desperation to please her, as if he too sensed today was going to be special, though he didn't yet know how. Instinctively, he was making a nest for them, even if he didn't realise that was what he was doing.

And she had to recognise, deep down, a little nervousness herself, so she was glad of his reassuring presence as he carefully laid out a blanket for them to lie on.

They settled into a cleft in the rocks, beneath the leafy canopy, and used their binoculars to survey the next valley.

While most of the life on Agrarius had been well-catalogued and was reasonably well-understood by the time the first colonists landed, the Pit was something else.

The first survey expedition had found the masses, of course. Large agglomerations of organic matter, around two hundred of them, scattered across the northern hemisphere, buried some metres beneath the soil.

The second team had dug one of them up, or at least as much as they could reach, and estimated it at around thirty thousand metric tonnes. It didn't appear to be feeding, or respiring, or excreting, or any of the other things life normally does. It was just a dormant blob of organic matter.

So in the end, having decided the masses didn't look to be of practical use to any nascent colony, or any danger, they'd buried the one they'd uncovered, and set seismic sensors around them all so that if they did stir they'd know immediately.

And there the things had sat, for more than two decades, until most people had forgotten they were even there.

Five days ago, every last one of the huge blobs of organic matter, scattered over the entire hemisphere, had simultaneously woken up.

~O~

One of the organic masses had happened to be about ten kilometres from Beatriz's farm, over in the next valley - uninhabited, of course, because nobody would build on them, seemingly inert or not - and she had seen the bustle of activity overhead, the landing craft shuttling to and fro, the stablights in the dark, the dust clouds rising in the day.

Her parents had insisted she stay away.

She'd watched the newscasts instead, watched footage of the pits that had opened up in the ground, down into the heart of the organic masses.

And then... nothing.

The pits had opened up, and then done nothing else.

So Beatriz had resolved to go and look.

She'd had a rest day coming up, so she could knock off two goals at the same time.

Go look at the Pit, and claim Sam's virginity.

Maybe get pregnant too, if she could.

Three goals, then.

"I can't see anybody down there," Sam said.

"That's odd," Beatriz replied, hefting her binoculars, "You'd expect the survey team to take advantage of the morning light."

But, as she panned across the scene, she could see he was right.

Over in the distance, about two kilometres away to the left of the Pit, she could see the camp the survey team had set up. There were a number of lightweight tents, tucked into a stand of scrub trees, a ground skimmer, nothing airborne. The scientists were probably spread too thinly among all the possible sites to have many people here, out in the middle of nowhere, but Beatriz guessed from the camp's size there were probably around half a dozen of them.

But where were they?

She scanned the rim of the Pit.

From that circular rim, around twenty metres across, the ground fell away, gently at first, but increasingly steeply, until finally it dropped away into blackness at the centre, the dark void there being a little under a metre across.

It put Beatriz in mind of classroom representations of the gravity well of a black hole, the steady increase in slope, the more and more precipitous fall until... you passed the point where nothing could return.

The slope of the rim was sandy, mostly smooth, but the surface was occasionally broken by ridges and striations, as if a giant rake had scraped irregular patterns into it.

"Bee's coming up," said Sam.

Beatriz could see it for herself.

The light cast across the valley started to change, the livid red shifting to a harsher, bluer tint. Scolius B, the system's tiny blue second star was rising above the horizon, bathing the scene in its pitiless glare.

The contact lenses in Beatriz's eyes tinted automatically to protect her retinas from the harsh ultraviolet light. She rolled over on her back to examine the leaf canopy overhead.

The plants here were well-watered, strong. There must be an underground source they were tapping into to have got as lush as that. All to the good for Beatriz; it meant she wouldn't need to cover her olive skin with a shine suit.

She wanted the opportunity to have as much skin on show as possible.

Beatriz rolled onto her front once more, contriving with the move to fetch up against Sam's body, hip pressed to hip.

Sam's eyes were still pressed to the eyepieces of his binoculars, his gaze on the valley floor.

"There's a second hole. See there, Bea?"

He lowered the binoculars for a moment so he could point.

Beatriz was rather fond of the way Sam, and only Sam, called her by the nickname "Bea", pronounced the same way everybody else referred to the system's smaller, brighter sun as "Bee."

Small, fierce, hot.

She rather liked the comparison.

Beatriz raised her binoculars to look where Sam was pointing.

"See it?" he continued, "It's got a smaller hole, just behind the main one."

Beatriz pounced on the opportunity.

"Just like me, then," she said, in a conversational tone.

"What?" Sam said, confused, "What d-"

He stopped.

"Oh."

Beatriz kept her eyes fixed to the eyepieces of her binoculars, her expression carefully blank.

She could almost feel the heat of Sam's blushing.

He was so innocent.

Beatriz kept scanning the valley floor with her binoculars, but she could tell Sam was looking at her sidelong, trying not to be too obvious about it.

She'd made sure she was wearing the tightest shorts she had and, when she was sure he was looking in the right direction, she rolled her hips slightly, lifting her buttocks to emphasise the fact.

Suddenly Sam was keeping very still, she realised.

She pressed her hip slightly harder against his, and her right knee - just accidentally - hooked behind his left and stroked up and down, so imperceptibly it could be mistaken for the movement of her breathing.

But it wasn't.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the expression of forced calm on his face. He shifted position slightly, and she heard him groan, under his breath, his voice strained.

"Sam?" she said, in the same light tone she'd used before, though this time with a slight edge, "Are you getting an erection?"

She'd never said it out loud before, even when they'd been fooling around. It had always been wordless. Not any more, though. It was out in the open now, in the bright light of full day.

"Bea..." Sam replied, an edge in his voice too.

"You are!" Beatriz exclaimed, "Oh, hun! Come on, let me see!"

"What? No, I-!"

"Come on," she insisted, "You can't be very comfortable lying on your front like that, in those tight shorts. Here, let me help you..."

And she slipped a hand under his hip to try and lift him.

He twitched away from her touch, shy, and she followed, squirming up against him as he turned so that now they lay facing each other. Sam tried to pull his hips back, but she snaked her hand around him and grasped his buttock, pulling him firmly towards her and pressing her own hips forward to keep in contact. She stilled him there, held him for long seconds, her cheek pressed against his.

There was definitely something of his pressing against her belly.

"Oh, good boy..." she murmured into his ear.

Sam mumbled something in return, and she turned her head and kissed him gently, full on the lips.

They'd kissed countless times before, of course, but to Beatriz this time seemed more serious, more... open-ended. Full of possibilities.

Sam was a good kisser, gentle. His mouth was soft, tasted nice.

"There," she said at last, pulling back slightly, "Isn't that better?"

By way of illustration, she squeezed his buttock, then trailed her hand around his hip and slid it down over the front of his shorts to cup the bulge at his front. His hips twitched, but he couldn't escape, didn't try.

"Did you bring something for me?"

Sam groaned, an uncomfortable sound.

"Oh, is it trapped?" Beatriz murmured into his ear, giving him a little squeeze that made him gasp, "What should we do about that?"

Sam didn't reply.

"Can I get it out?" she murmured into his ear.

His answer was a groan, of lust and longing and a little fear.

That would do.

Quickly, before her nerves made her fumble it, she unbuttoned his fly, reached down the front of his shorts, and wrapped her fingers around him. He was so stiff, bulging downwards inside the confines of his shorts, that he wouldn't bend enough to allow her to draw him out, and in the end Sam had to wriggle his shorts down a little way to give her room to pull him free, his cock finally springing upward from its captivity.

And then he was out in the air, her hand was around him, and she could look down to see what all the fuss was about.

~O~

Beatriz stared at him for a long time, before glancing up to find Sam's eyes staring pensively into hers.

She smiled.

"You're beautiful," she said, "Can I kiss it?"

She hadn't known she was going to say the words before they were out of her mouth.

But now they were, and they hung in the air between her and Sam.

Beatriz had thought very long and very hard about how this day might go, how this first time should play out. She'd made a mental list of what she wanted to do, almost a script, and the biggest worry, the decision most fraught with peril, had been whether to take him in her mouth.

What if he tasted horrible? What if he didn't fit? What if she gagged on him? What if he thought she was a dirty girl for even suggesting it? What if he popped off in her mouth before she'd got a chance to go any further with him?

Or, absolutely the worst of all, what if she was simply bad at it?

She'd gone through all these scenarios, and more, until she couldn't decide whether she wanted to do it because it would be part of her dream first-ever time, or didn't want to do it because she was sure she'd fuck it up in some way.

But now she'd gone and said it.

"Um, if you'd like," Sam said, diffidently, and then cleared his throat, "Um, I mean, yes, I'd like to, if you'd like to, I mean..."

She kissed him quickly on the lips to quell his babbling, and then scooted down his body before she had a chance for her nerves to catch up with her.

Sam's cock was before her eyes.

Up close, it seemed far longer and thicker than when she'd had a hand on it down his shorts, and that had been big enough. The skin was surprisingly pale, and it felt silky under her fingers. Beneath the folds of a soft foreskin, the head was darker, purplish. The whole thing was quite indescribably hard.

Did girls really put these things inside themselves?

Beatriz squirmed a little, involuntarily.

There was a scent rising from Sam's penis. Fresh sweat, and something deeper, something that was all man. It was not at all unpleasant.

She licked her lips.

She'd asked to kiss it, so she did, planting a gentle brush of her lips on the very tip.

Sam groaned, and his hips twitched.

There.

She'd done what she'd said she wanted. She had kissed it. He wouldn't look askance if she wanted to back out now.

But she didn't want to back out now.

Instead she bobbed forward, let the broad head part her lips, and just like that she took him into her mouth.

Sam groaned again, and Beatriz sighed in pleasure and relief. It was just as good as - better even than - her wildest imagining.

It was fresh, firm, salty-sweet with the heady scent of him, of deep promise and dark, breathless things, of the very essence of sex. She drank in the scent and taste and feel of a man. Not just any man. Her man, all hers, her Sam, dizzying and all-enveloping.

As she worked over his cock, playing her tongue up the underside, tasting him, nibbling carefully around the head, she eased Sam over onto his back and knelt between his legs. One hand worked up and down his shaft, the other slid down inside his shorts to find his balls, gently cupping and playing with them, warm and humid and musky.

Sam was surrendering moisture to the environment too, the naughty boy.

But he was hers, and she his, and - whatever happened now - today would be a day to remember forever. She'd always be the girl who'd had Sam's cock in her mouth. Nobody else would ever get to say that. Not after she was done with him.

From the way Sam was moaning and twitching his hips up to meet her, Beatriz guessed she was having the effect she'd hoped for, had feared she wouldn't be able to draw from him.

This was going better than she'd ever dared to dream.

She lifted her head and smiled.

"Let me know if you're about to pop off," she said, before sinking hot and tight onto him once more, her cheeks hollowing as she drew deeply on his shaft. She maintained eye contact, seeing the need in his eyes, seeing his reaction to the need she was sure must be showing in her own.

She'd chosen that phrase carefully, rehearsed it. He'd think she didn't want to take his sperm in her mouth. He was a good lad, he wouldn't want to take advantage that way. Actually, she realised with a kind of giddy elation, she'd be more than happy to have him pop into her there, to see if she could swallow it even, but the real reason she'd asked him to warn her was because she had other plans in mind, and those plans needed him to be fresh and full.

After a while, Sam started to breathe more heavily, his hip movements became less coordinated, more reflexive, and she was just wondering whether he'd forgotten to warn her of his impending climax when he tapped her on the shoulder, his voice clearly not working for some reason.

Reluctantly she lifted her head from his cock.

Still maintaining eye contact, still gripping his shaft, she looked into his eyes and slowly, ever so slowly, she licked her lips.

She was rewarded with a needful groan from Sam and an even more needful twitch from his cock.

Oh thank fuck for that!

Now for the next phase.

Beatriz slipped one leg over Sam's thighs to straddle him, and sat up, squeezing his legs together between hers.

"Ready for the next bit?" she said, with a lascivious smile, and then with both hands she grabbed the hem of her top and swept it up over her head in one smooth motion.

Sam was clearly surprised to find her bare beneath, and his gasp of shock, and then of pleasure at the sight of her breasts spilling free, was most satisfying.

And a relief. She'd been worried about that as well.

Beatriz looked down.

Sam's cock was in front of her, between her spread thighs, congested and angry and bullish and lovely. Diamond-hard and twitching in hopeless arousal. It was slick-wet from the saliva she had put upon it, and Beatriz was pleased to see from the high-tide mark on his shaft just how far down its length she'd been able to go. With a bit of practice, she decided, she might be able to get it all in.

It would be fun finding out.

At the tip of his cock, where the foreskin was slightly retracted, there was a bright bead of fluid welling at the tiny dark slit of his opening.

Pre-cum.

The first fore-warning, the pre-tremor before the cataclysmic eruption.

Beatriz wanted it to be deep inside her when finally it did erupt.

In just a few minutes' time, it would be.

She shuffled forward slightly, until the crotch of her shorts bumped against the base of his cock, and then she leaned forward over Sam's body and rolled her hips to rub herself up slowly and down his shaft.

Sam groaned, and so did Beatriz.

He was so close to her. Only her shorts and knickers stood between her bare skin and his. Just two soft layers of cloth between her cunt and his cock.

Better make it no layers before it was too late.

Quickly Beatriz rolled off, onto her back on the blanket beside him.

She undid the button of her shorts and wiggled them down over her hips, lifting her feet into the air to get them past her ankles.

She shed her hiking boots, and then, as Sam turned onto his side to watch her, she hooked thumbs into her knickers and pulled them down too.

She was suddenly naked alongside him and suddenly nervous alongside him too, shy under the intensity of his stare.

It was odd. Instinct and good sense said to keep covered up as much as possible. It was strange to be bare-skinned, outdoors in the middle of the day, with Scolius-B blazing overhead, perhaps even more strange than being naked before Sam for the first time.

And, for the first time that day, Beatriz froze.

For long seconds neither of them moved, not a muscle save for Sam's eyes, roving over her skin. His gaze was hotter than the suns, set her skin afire wherever it touched.

She needed his hands, oh god she needed his hands on her, to soothe the burn.

Beatriz trembled with anticipation and need.

Sam was the first finally to move, reaching for her, as if he'd read her mind, sliding a hand up her ribcage and gently cupping one of her full, soft breasts. Beatriz tucked her head in under his chin and kissed his shoulder delicately, her eyes closed as his fingers explored her nipple, made it swell eagerly in response to his touch. Bolder, and bolder still now he knew she wouldn't push him away, he trapped the rising bud between two fingers, pinching.

Her breathing was heavier, the air closer.

Her lips found his again and she kissed him fervently as his hand stroked downward over her ribs, and across her belly.

And suddenly it got serious.

She'd been toying with him, playfully teasing his shyness, flirting, playing a game she only now realised as the rules suddenly shifted.

Because now their kiss deepened, and Sam's tongue was twining around hers, not shy any more, but ardent, so ardent, and their lips, their bodies, their breaths, all blurred, heated, fused into one another.

And now Beatriz was lifted up by the onrush of a new feeling. Something new and yet at the same time ancient. Something she'd sensed before, glimpsed that night by the fire when she'd sat in Sam's lap, but which now, full-awakened, was so much more powerful than she could ever have imagined.

It was as if somebody who'd lived their entire life in the desert was suddenly confronted by the ocean.

She could barely comprehend the vastness of it, stretching far beyond her perception, but it floated her, lifted her up, rushed her onwards in its unstoppable tide.

Oh yes! cried her body and her mind in unison as Sam's fingers stroked her skin, lower, lower, but then as he brushed against the curls of hair above her mound he seemed to lose confidence, and he paused.

Beatriz shot her own hand down, closed fingers over his, and guided him now, drew him downwards, showed his fingers the way into the wet of her furrow.

That was one thing you learned fast on Agrarius. Look for the moisture in the valleys...

...and oh she was so wet, she realised with a start of guilty pride, wet and ready and then oh fuck Sam's finger brushed her clit, and she jumped, and he pulled back in alarm, thinking he had hurt her, and she gripped his wrist fiercely to hold him there, just there, to press him against the spot, whispering gentle nothings in his ear in encouragement.

His lips found hers again as he started to explore.

Either he had very good instincts or he had watched a lot of educational virtcasts, because his technique as he caressed her immediately had Beatriz panting into his mouth. Lightly around the periphery of her folds, stroking gently, so gently, then up over the hood that hid the nub, plucking her tension like a taut string, then delving to find the wet of her, lifting it up on his fingertip to smooth his passage up over her clit again. Never the same move twice, never the same pressure or stroke, then suddenly all the same, a million ardent strums, right at the place, that place, a million eternities of breathless undeniable pulsation. And, all the time, his lips were on hers, his tongue was entwined with hers, and their shared need intermingled, blended and grew to fill them both.

Now she was the one in danger of popping off.

She wanted it, if it was going to happen, to happen with him inside her.

She made her decision.

But at that moment Sam made his own.

His lips broke from hers, Beatriz gasping at the sudden parting, breathing parched air instead of the moist heat of their shared kiss, but his lips were gone only for the instant it took to claim her body, brushing down her neck, tracing her collar bone, and before she could draw breath to cry out at the surprise of where he was going they were closing over her nipple, trapping that tender bud, miring it in heat and wet and the gentle, insistent strumming of his tongue, and now Beatriz found her breath but she had nothing to say, no words, so she wrapped her hands behind his neck and clung to him, digging fingers into the short hairs at the base of his neck, cradling him as his tongue broke over her peak and her thighs twitched around the fingers he slid between her blushing folds, his every touch claiming her.

Beatriz knew she couldn't hold back her release, knew her plan was going wildly off-track, but she could no more hold back the onrush than stand before the storm, so she let it carry her on, knowing she'd surrender when it came.

But Sam was moving again.

Beatriz was dancing on the precipice, ready to fall, leaning into it even, but Sam's lips had moved on, his fingers were gone from her furrow and his mouth from her breast, skating now lightly down her belly and suddenly his hot breath was on her, down there.

Oh fuck... down there...

And Beatriz realised with shock that Sam had made his own list, his own plans for how this day should go.

Because of course he had. He'd thought about this moment as much as she had. Beatriz laughed inside at the realisation. She'd spent all her time planning how to tempt him, please him, get him where she wanted him. She'd not thought about what he'd want to do with her, how he'd aim to please her.

She'd not worried for a second about what state he'd find her in down there because it had never seriously crossed her mind that he'd ever want to what he was clearly about to do.

And when Sam paused, his lips a hair's-breadth from hers, his breath tickling light but hot, oh so fucking hot, right at the cleft of her, her mind screamed.

Don't ask me! she willed him, Just do it! If you ask permission I'll be too afraid to say yes...

And then Sam's tongue drove into her, supple and slinky and oh so sinuous, and after that nothing else mattered, nothing mattered at all.

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