Page 51 of Alien Peacock

“I think you’re joking with me.” Maeve gently cuffs my shoulder, then reaches out and touches the picture with one fingertip. “It’s a picture of herself. She made many of those, sometimes exaggerating her features to look both male and female. She’d sometimes give herself a mustache, for instance. And she sometimes wore clothing that was traditionally male, too. She was actually very beautiful. She had lovers everywhere. Menandwomen. All these colors are just the flowers around her face. She did it as a protest, you know? They hated her because she was a woman and Mexican and… all the things they didn’t like. This painting must be from the forties, when she was getting really sick. You can see the pain in her face. But she didn’t give up. Ather last exhibition, she moved her sick bed from the hospital to the gallery so she could be there for the opening. It was her first and only exhibition with onlyherpaintings…” Her voice trails off.

“You know everything about her,” I state into the silence.

“It’s art,” she says absentmindedly. “I studied it to take my mind off the Bululg invasion. When they made us slaves, I started to love everything that was made on Earth before they came. Some artists especially. Mostly those who rose in defiance. Frida was one.”

I don’t necessarily see why the creator of this strange painting should be worthy of such admiration, but this is obviously important to Maeve. “A remarkable artist.”

Slender fingers trace the alien frame. “I’m glad that she’s representing Earth here. She wasfearless.”

“The alien who collected these works of art was surprisingly well traveled,” I state, delighted that one of these is from Maeve’s home planet. “And they had good taste. But she was oppressed by ‘them’, you say? Meaning the Bululg?”

“No, she lived before that. Those who wanted Frida silenced were nowhere near as bad as the Bululg invaders.”

Maeve suddenly spins around and grabs both my wrists. “Help us against them, Arelion! Helpme!Any little thing you can do will be worth so much to us!”

There’s fire in her eyes. I recognize the Maeve who gave me an angry lecture about prejudice, and my crotch swells immediately.

I grab her hands and pull her in close. “My love is a warrior.”

She breathes heavily, her skin flushed. “I’m an art historian. But I can fight when I have to.”

“I think you like it.” I pull her in and unfasten the alien closure mechanism of her suit, thrusting my hand inside to cup a soft breast. “It’s who you are. You resist. You fight. You win!”

“Yes,” she gasps. “I love it. I love resisting those fuckers. I love being free! I loveyou, Arelion!”

I pull half of her suit off, baring her upper half except for the garment across her chest. I impatiently push it up for better access to her soft, smooth breasts. The sight of them intoxicates me and takes away the little self control I had. I take one nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it.

Maeve shudders and arcs her back, offering her bare chest to me. I push the garment up and off her, loving her cooperation when she stretches her arms over her head to help.

She claws at the edge of my pants. “Comeon,” she moans impatiently.

With one hand on her breast, I use the other to unsnap the fastening. My cock fights it way out of its confinement until the tip sticks out above the waistband. I push the pants all the way down and kick my boots off.

Maeve looks up at me with glassy eyes. “I’m ready. Take me.”

I’m distantly conscious that this is not the most comfortable place, but the urgency is too great for both of us.

She discards her final garment and stands bared for me, an image of simple beauty, more profound because she doesn’t need more adornment to be absolutely ravishing. In my younger days, when I thought I could make art, this iswhat I was unknowingly striving for: Pure beauty without all the unnecessary additions that can only subtract. I absolutely understand why Earth females are so attractive and so expensive. And this one… Ihaveto own her.

“My love is exquisite,” I rasp in a dry throat. “I will make you mine.”

“Yes,” she agrees, staring at my hard manhood. “I want to be yours!”

I place a hand under her chin and lift her face to kiss her. She responds with a feverish urge, clinging to me, welcoming me. We’re both just as much filled with need as we were back in the jungle experiment, but this time it’s all real. It all comes from us, not from some fake chemicals that are imposed on us.

I can’t wait anymore. My need to plunge into her warmth is overwhelming. I grab Maeve and lie her down on the hard floor. Balling up her suit, I put it under her head.

She keeps her knees together, but I push them apart and open her for me. “No need to fightme,” I growl. “We win together.”

“Yeessss,” she purrs breathlessly, small mouth falling open.

I check with one finger, although the scent in the air tells me all I need to know about her readiness. Impatiently pushing her legs further apart, I enjoy the sight of glistening pink framed by dark hairs. She’s so alien, and at the same time so incredibly alluring…

Sliding the tip along the edge, I ready my spear with her own juices. “And we will enjoy it.” I’m not sure what I’m saying - I’m too aroused to think.

Inserting my cock between her lower lips, I look into her eyes. There’s the usual wince when she feels me slide into her sex, not having to push much because she’s so ready.

“Ooooh…” she groans as I slide all the way in. She’s warm around me, welcoming and slippery, smooth and tight. I stay in her depths, partly to let her get used to the penetration, but mostly because being deep inside her secret female center is an incredible feeling.

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