a/n : this is literally just a porn chapter. enjoy alien fucking!
tags : vibrating dick, fingering, pathetic caleb, praise, mating, oral sex (reader receiving), raw sex, multiple rounds… caleb’s a freak (a specialised one)
Moonrise found the house suspended between two kinds of quiet: the hush of ordinary night and the deeper, vibrating silence that seemed to form whenever you and Caleb hovered too close to truths neither of you dared name. You had spent the evening reading beside the hearth while he polished field knives that no longer needed polishing. Each time you turned a page his gaze flicked up; each time metal rasped beneath the cloth you felt it somewhere in your spine.
It was almost a relief when exhaustion pulled you toward the guest room. Caleb lingered in the corridor, awkward with unsaid wishes, fingers flexing at his sides as if they ached to reach for something forbidden. You offered a soft goodnight. He managed a nod that looked painful, then retreated toward his own door — though you heard him pause, heard his breath hitch, as if leaving you on the far side of a wall was suddenly monstrous.
You slept quickly. Or rather, fell — slipping without warning from waking worry into a landscape too vivid to be mere imagination.
Crystal arches rose around you, carved from living stone that pulsed with inner light. Vines of silver leaf climbed every pillar, and pale blossoms exhaled a perfume you recognised: Caleb’s scent, distilled into air. When you looked down you found bare feet sinking into warm moss that glowed with each step.
You turned — and there he stood.
Caleb’s eyes reflected the arches like twin, startled moons. He wore no tunic, only loose black trousers, and his mating marks — those impossible sigils you’d never seen — glimmered up his forearms, alive beneath the skin. The marks brightened when he inhaled, dimmed when he exhaled, as if synced to his pulse… or to you.
He tried to speak; no sound formed. Instead he reached out, stopped himself, swallowed. Yearning radiated off him like heat. You felt a tug deep inside —as though the garden itself insisted you close the space between you — but you stood your ground, waiting to see whether he would choose to bridge it.
He stepped forward. One pace. Another. Every movement seemed to cost him, breath shuddering through parted lips, shoulders trembling with restraint. When only a handspan separated you, his fingers hovered at your elbow. Almost touched. Didn’t.
And then the vines moved.
Tendrils of soft silver slipped down from the arch above, brushing your shoulders, curling around Caleb’s wrists like gentle shackles. He flinched, startled, but the vines did not bind; they merely guided, nudging his hands until his palms came to rest against the sides of your neck— light as candle‑smoke.
The instant his skin found yours, the air changed. Colours burned brighter. Distant bells you hadn’t noticed fell silent. The garden seemed to hold its breath.
His thumbs traced fragile circles just below your ears, reverent, terrified. He looked down at your mouth as if it were a prayer he was forbidden to utter, then lifted his gaze to meet yours — asking without sound.
You tipped forward, only a fraction, and felt his resolve break open like a dam. A gush of heat, a trembling exhale, eyes wet with relief. He bowed his forehead to yours. No kiss — just contact. The sigh that left him sounded like surrender.
He shuddered, marks flaring white‑gold. Somewhere in the arches a thousand blossoms opened at once, scent flooding the air so thick it almost tasted sweet. Caleb’s breath caught on a half‑sob. He curled his fingers into your hair, finally, forehead still pressed to yours, breathing you in with the desperation of a starving man handed first bread.
The garden blurred. Light roiled around the two of you, silver shifting to amber, vines tightening not to restrain but to shelter— forming a living alcove. And there, in that trembling pocket of fate, you felt the barrier between dream and waking thin to gauze.
Caleb’s lips brushed your temple, a question. You answered by sliding your hands up his bare back, feeling muscle jump beneath your palms. His whole body jerked —like your touch triggered a current— then went utterly still, save for the frantic cadence of his heart.
He murmured something against your skin, not words, more an ache shaped into sound. You felt it in your bones, an echo of your own need.
The alcove sealed. Light dimmed. Warmth rose.
Caleb’s mouth hovered over yours, and the waking world caught fire.
You jolted upright in bed, lungs dragging in night‑cool air. Moonlight striped the room. Beside you sheets were rumpled, empty. Yet your skin still hummed where dream‑Caleb had touched it.
A soft thud sounded beyond the half‑open door, followed by the quick hiss of breath you knew too well. Without thinking you slipped from bed, crossed the corridor.
Caleb stood in the washroom doorway, chest heaving, palms braced against the frame as though it were the only thing holding him upright. His tunic clung slick to sweat‑damp skin; his eyes were wide, black with helpless want. The wraps on his arms had loosened —marks beneath them pulsing with dimmed embers.
He saw you and went perfectly still, terror and longing crashing together on his face. “I… didn’t wish to wake you,” he managed, voice raw. “But… did you..?”
Something fragile inside you clicked into place. The dream had not been yours alone.
You stepped forward. He flinched back a half‑pace —pathetic in how badly he wanted to close it again—then failed to resist when you caught his forearm. Linen slid lower, exposing luminescent lines that throbbed against your thumb.
Caleb swallowed hard, lips trembling. “If you stay— I can’t…”
You laid his marked palm flat over your racing heart. His knees almost buckled, and he let out a choked sob.
You pulled him close, wrapping your arms around his neck and crashing your lips to his — desperate, needy, and it was so obvious you had fallen into his orbit — allowing yourself to fall into the guest room, taking him with you through the door clumsily.
Caleb was over the moons, whining into your plump mouth as he clawed at your clothing — eagerly awaiting to see your, his mates, body.
“I’ll take such amazing care of you, Zavarka,” Caleb gritted out, jaw falling slack as he took in your pebbled nipples. “Oh, Goddess…”
“Zavarka?” You choked out, confused. “What’s that?”
He leaned down, licking a firm strip along the column of your throat, leaving your skin to tingle. “My other half, but…” he let out a small purring sound as his hands wandered over your back — before palming your ass and kneading. “So much more than that. My only one, in all the universes.”
Your heart stuttered, and Caleb smiled dreamily, gazing down at you with utter devotion. He seemed almost dazed.
He laid you down on the bed, letting out a content sigh as he crawled over you — his entire body vibrating.
Caleb trailed his nose along your chest, groaning pathetically as the sweet scent of your arousal infiltrated his senses — pupils blown wide.
He tugged up the silky tunic that covered your sweetness, letting out a whimper as your smell hit him harder. “Can I—“
“Yes!” You choked out, not even letting him finish his sentence.
What? You were sexually deprived, having been abducted and all. And now a sexy alien is so desperate infront of you? You weren’t going to turn this down for shit.
You squealed as he latched his hot mouth onto you, a purr erupting deep from within his chest, sending vibrations of ecstasy to your clit. His eyes widened, poking a thumb at your bud. “What’s this?”
“Th-that’s my clit,” you managed to stammer out. “How don’t you know what that is?”
“I’ve… never seen this on one of our females. I think the anatomy is more different than I thought.” He mumbled awkwardly, poking and prodding at it curiously with lust-blown eyes. When your hips bucked, he paused — looking up at you with furrowed brows and widened eyes. “Does that hurt?”
“What? No. No, it feels good,” you stammered. “Really good.”
Caleb nodded, letting out a shaky breath, before delving in once more — this time focusing his tongue solely on your sensitive clit while his ring and middle finger found their way inside your gummy walls, fucking vibrating.
He curled them at the perfect angle, hitting your spot deliciously as he flattened his tongue that left tingling sensations along your cunt, holding eye contact with you hungrily.
Your back bowed off the bed, Caleb’s eyes rolling back into his head as he tasted your sweet elixir, letting out a long, drawn out hum. Taking out his fingers with a delicious shwap, he spread your legs wider and tongued your cunt devastatingly.
“Give in to me, Zavarka.” He purred against your pussy, nipping at your lips teasingly before licking up a long, devastating line along your slit. “Come for me.”
You didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was the way he egged you on, the way his tongue fucked your cunt or the way he feasted on your body — but you shattered. You came with a loud, needy moan — and Caleb groaned in unison, finding pleasure in yours.
Sitting back on his haunches, he took out his cock with swiftness, one so large you were sure it wouldn’t fit. He made sure it did.
Entering you quickly, aided by your wetness and cum, he purred. His hands travelled all over your body, exploring each crevice lovingly as his eyes blackened. He pushed in further, if that was even possible, hitting that gummy spot in the very back of your cunt deliciously.
You lifted your legs to rest on his shoulders, and he hummed approvingly, before digging his fingers into your plump thighs and beginning to plough into you ruthlessly.
The lewd sounds of skin on skin, wetness on wetness and the smell of sex filled the air — only enhancing your lust further. He ground into you, purposefully teasing your clit with his pelvis as he grinned devilishly down at you. “Look at me, Zavarka. Look at me when I pleasure you.”
And you did, and you couldn’t look away. His gaze had ensnared you, forcing you to keep your eyes on his as he fucked you mercilessly.
You didn’t know what it was, but something overcame you. An overpowering, mind blowing sensation shooting through your veins, as if your entire body was on fire. Your skin burned in streaks deliciously, and when you wrapped your arms around his neck you noticed faint, almost glowing marks.
They wrapped around your arms, rooting from the very tips of your fingers and reached to the soles of your feet — you looked beautiful. That was the only way you could describe it. A feeling of elation overcame you, a lightness to your chest that wasn’t there before, and the recognition of a place you could call ‘home’.
Caleb paused momentarily, stunned as he looked down at you. You could feel his heartbeat beginning to pound from where your bodies connected, the beats growing faster and harder as he looked over your mating marks with wide, watery eyes.
“You…” he began, seemingly stunned as he picked up your hand and placed it on his chest. He let out a shuddering breath as his marks began to glow also. The skin where you touched him began to tingle, and you fought a smile, a smile similar to the one was currently wearing. “I knew I wasn’t crazy for calling you Zavarka. Look at you… so gorgeous.”
He craned his neck downward and nuzzled his face into your hair — sniffing and groaning. “You’re mine, and I am yours. I do not know how you Earthlings take these words, but they are not said lightly here.”
“I’m yours, Caleb.” You whispered, trailing your hands down his chest, admiring his body covered in marks that showed off the ownership you had over him.
Caleb sunk his teeth into your shoulder lightly, his body beginning to vibrate once more with the purrs coming deep from his chest as he began to move inside you again. You swore you could feel him in your fucking stomach, poking you and grinding inside of you and hitting those delicious spots that made you moan.
Reaching down, he thumbed your clit with torturous accuracy, circling slowly, teasingly.
“Kiss me,” you said, pulling his face to yours. There was no hesitancy, no doubt or any form of fear. Only desperation.
The kiss was a mash up of teeth, tongues, drool and groans, coming together with the both of you fucking to make the most lewd scene you’ve experienced. It was heavenly. His scent overtook your senses, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he pulsed inside you.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want offspring yet,” he ground out, voice jagged like gravel into your ear. “Otherwise I’m pumping you full of my cum.”
His words made you moan, the sheer lewd-ness of it and the sensuality of his voice bringing you to new heights. You clenched your cunt around his hard cock, milking him drop for drop as his fingers dug into your skin, palming your ass and squeezing your nipples — touching you wherever he could grasp.
The warmth filled your pussy, dripping out of you and down to your ass as he pulled out. He tutted, shaking his head as he looked down at the scene with hooded eyes.
He was art. Looking at him now, seeing him with his heavy cock in his hand and the perfection that was his body, you were sure of that fact. He pushed inside you once more, slowly, gyrating his hips. “We can’t have that come out now, can we?”
He licked up the side of your face, slowly, leaving tingles in its wake. “Need to see you full, round, and carrying our child.”
You pulled back and stared at him with wide eyes. He just shrugged.
“You’re already planning on getting me pregnant?”
“We’re mates,” he grinned wolfishly. “It’s what we do. Our offspring will be very healthy, indeed.”
But the sound of an alarm ringing, vibrating throughout the very base of the house, had Caleb on edge. He straightened up, and you noticed his ear twitching as he listened out for the cause.
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