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Alternate Timeline Crossover RP (EvelynWillows & Reality Escapee)

Eleanor had intended to work her way down to his cock and take him into her mouth, but his strong, calloused hands moved across her sensitive sex and she moaned with need. Her lust for Aristides was too primal still. She felt herself grow moist almost instantly and she eagerly spread her legs to pull him into her. "Oh God," she gasped in the darkness. "Mmm. Ari, I need you. I want you in every way." She rolled over and straddled him.

His hands on her ass, pulling her in tighter, only served to make her more excited. "Yes, fuck me deep and hard Aristides. Ah... sometime tonight you'll have to let me show you what my mouth can do, but right now this... feels... so good!" She grasped his chest with her fingertips and ground her hips against his body, driving his thick, long cock deeper into her body. Her thrusts came harder and faster. Her cunt had swollen with passion and gripped his cock tightly, a silky sheath of heat working his shaft.

"Yes, yes... oh yes. I'm so close, Ari. Don't stop touching me. I love your touch." her voice grew soft and needful as her body ramped up for another orgasm. She bent down and kissed him deep and lustfully, drawing her tongue across his lips and moaning into his mouth.
 
"How many ways are there?" Aristides asked with a laugh, genuinely curious. He found himself excited at the idea of Eleanor sucking on his cock, her pretty face staring him straight in the eyes as he watched her milk his length.

He groaned at her begging, possibly stiffening even more inside of her. Despite having her legs wrapped around him, he slowly pulled almost all the way out. Her grip resisted him, but then he slammed in. He fucked her like that for a good long while, drawing all the way out then letting himself instantly penetrate all the way back in. "Let me all in, Eleanor. Your tight cunt is all mine. You're all mine." He whispered fiercely. The possessive statement surprised him even as he said it. He felt it was true though, if only in this one brief moment. As they both drew close to an orgasm, he wrapped her close in his arms so that they rocked back and forth together as one.

He pulled out before he could loose himself in her, though it went against every instinct. He presented himself to her grinning. "Show me what you can do with your mouth." In the dim light, the thin trail of hair leading down from his belly button to his pelvic area gleamed slightly. The bulges of his hip bones were barely visible, and his cock stood fully erect, so close to climax just a moment ago. Its shaft was pulsing with his heart, and its bulbous head was broad and rounded, already dripping with cum.
 
She cried out "Yes, yes!" With each full shafted thrust. She had never had anyone fuck her so wonderfully fiercely before, and it felt good to be so willingly violated by his fleshly rod. "I'm yours," Eleanor agreed breathlessly. In that moment she meant it too; she was content to open herself to him in the most vulnerable way. No matter what the next day brought she was his to use and enjoy in any way he desired tonight.

Once she got near to cumming he pulled out. At first she was irritated; she loved the way it had felt when he came inside of her earlier. But his thick, dripping cock waving in front of her face made her grin. She ran a hand underneath his balls and cupped them, squeezing them lightly and grinning. "My pleasure Aristides," she moaned as she licked the underside of his shaft from hilt to tip in a long, broad stroke. She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling, as she enveloped his cock with her reddened lips. Her other hand slid up his thigh and she continued to knead his testicles as she began to messily and eagerly slide her wet mouth up and down his cock. She moaned, sending vibrations into he skin.

Occasionally she would take his cock all the way out and rub him across and between her breasts, then she would deep throat him until she gagged, the saliva spilling out of her mouth and down her nipples.
 
Her skilled mouth gave him no chance to maintain control. At first, he couldn't help but thrust his well-formed hips forward involuntarily as she worked him, unused to having her motions controlling his pleasure rather than vice-versa. Gradually though, he learned to sit back and let her pleasure him, which she needed no help doing. He moaned when she smiled at him, aroused by seeing his cock buried in her happy face.

When she rubbed his cock over her breasts, he lost control again and grabbed at he chest desperately so that he could grind against her and fuck her tits. He came hard, drenching her beautiful breasts with his come. Another two spurts followed, causing him to throw his head back and swear loudly. When he looked at her, he realized what a mess he had made of her. He'd really given her everything he had, or so he thought.

The sight didn't put him off though, and he still kissed her hungrily, strangely pleased with himself in a senseless masculine way. "Well, if you weren't mine before, you are now." He teased, stroking her cum-coated nipples with fascination, and rubbing them skillfully. His hands glid over them smoothly, now, as though oiled. Turned on by the marking he'd given her, he lifted her legs and did her again, watching his woman bounce with every wild thrust as he pounded into the night. Eventually, he found he had still more to give her. Her cunt squeezed him as though begging for it, so he released himself deep inside of her, filling her from within as well as coating her from without.
 
Eleanor enjoyed the mess of his cum on her face. She licked a drop off her lips and moaned sexily when he rubbed his seed over her nipples with his strong, calloused hands. He made her want to squirm over him and beg for more. Thankfully Aristides seemed as driven as she was. He will, unrestrained fucking made her giddy with each full, pounding thrust, and she rubbed her own hands over her breasts as he fucked her hard and thoroughly like she was his fuck toy.

That's perhaps what it was; the feeling that he was possessing her and 'using' her. To a woman born into privilege and money, being sought after simply because of her body and not because of who she might know or influence was a thrill. Cheap and dirty, true, but a thrill nontheless. She didn't hold back; no one could hear them (or so she thought) so she cried out in pleasure and moaned out load, vocalizing the lust and passion that her rescued pilot was releasing into her body. Ever time he kissed her or touched her she felt the warm thrill of his conquest over her body and it lifted her pleasure again into a peak that imitated the waves around them. "God, yes! Arisitides, make me yours! Use me.... oh yes like that. Fuck me harder!" She bit her bottom lip and watched him through sex-drugged eyes. It was like having all of her fantasies rolled into one. It didn't hurt either that he seemed to be getting larger with every orgasm.

She decided then and there that if she could chose the way she wanted to die it would be from fucking too hard too long. Eleanor couldn't imagine anything better.

Eleanor showed him how to put her on her knees and fuck her from behind, his hands tweeking her nipples and rubbing over her body as he fucked her harder. She kept begging for more; the mix of pleasure and pain making her cum more than she ever had before. When she finally fell asleep exhausted in his arms the thoughts of extra-terrestrial invasions and rescue missions were far from her mind. She moaned contentedly in her sleep, even as her hands idly roamed her cum-soaked body and a faint smile teased the corner of her lips. Aristides cream dripped over her thighs, across her chest, and over the curves of her body. She was completely... absolutely... fucked.

Perhaps in more ways then one...
 
As much as Aristides liked Eleanor, those last few minutes of sex were primal and selfish, with him thrusting into her body mindlessly. He thought only of his climax, and her body seemed like a playground existing only for his pleasure. His higher awareness came flooding back to him after he finished, and he stared up at the ceiling, slightly disturbed by the discovery of a totally different sort of sexuality. It could be friendly, but also aggressive. A part of him liked that, and wanted to use, conquer, and dominate women. He had always had some inkling that that side of him existed, but feared to reveal it to a woman. It wasn't a noble impulse, but he supposed there was no sense in feeling guilty about it. Like the harsh reality that he loved meat, it was a simple fact.

Before he fell asleep, his thoughts turned instead to what he would face tomorrow. He reminded himself that it was foolish to replace sleep with worry, which would only compound his troubles with fatigue. Content as he could be, he fell asleep beside Eleanor, grinning slightly as he saw himself glistening on her soft skin. He dreamed of his homeland. He dreamed of the ancient library of Alexandria, its massive steam-powered steel year-clock ticking away, counting the cycles of the earth around the sun. It was nearly a thousand years old, but remained a symbol of his civilization; each citizen of the Empire was like a single gear or cog, mere components of a greater machine. This was the view had had once shared, but now he dared to dream of a meaning beyond being part of the machine. In his mind, a single bronze screw fell, releasing a spring and loosening a gear.

He awoke the next day early, bolting upright. His body's muscle's were tense, and sweat trickled down his nude, olive-skinned form. He immediately went to dress himself and loaded his weapon, fully prepared to face a world-hopping vessel. He woke Eleanor with a grim expression, and told her he was going. He kissed her without restraint, despite the mess, and smiled weakly. "It may be best if you hid for a moment." He advised her, then left without looking back to see if she obeyed.

The machine hovered above them, a black dome with four tubes sticking out of the sides. Each tube was bristling with wiry knots and needle-thin antennae, which sparked and flickered at intervals. It lacked the shine characteristic of plastic or metal, and seemed to reflect almost no light whatsoever. "Aristides. Please surrender and step onto the disk." The ship boomed, speaking with the amplified voice of its pilot. "What of the woman? What of this world?" Aristides asked casually, fingering his firearm. "She will be appropriated alongside the ship for questioning and research. The conquest of this primitive world will be the first of our multi-reality campaigns" The ship replied with clinical indifference. "You will now step on-"

Aristides drew his weapon and fired. The gun popped loudly three times, and three dark pellets crackled against the surface of the machine, causing it to veer wildly in surprise. The black exterior flaked away, revealing molten spots of metal. The ship recovered just before a fourth pellet could make contact, and dodged skillfully. The ship emitted a white aerosol spray, large enough to coat the entire deck. Aristides recognized it immediately; synthetic enzymes, engineered to break down flesh in a matter of several seconds. A great way to neutralize a human threat without destroying the boat you wanted to study later on. He quickly leaped off of the boat, plunging into the salty water just as the spray touched him. His skin tingled painfully, and the craft diverted its spray at the ocean.

Fortunately for Aristides, his hopes proved correct; the water diluted the spray, while its salinity largely denatured the enzyme. He itched a little, but his skin was intact. He held his breath desperately, clutching his firearm as he gazed up at the water's surface. The craft was still spraying the spot above him, and he would soon have to come up for air. His eyes widened in fear as he realized that his gun would not fire underwater. He would have to resurface to get another shot off. Sorry Eleanor. He thought dazedly, and began paddling upward, where the flesh-dissolving aerosol awaited.
 
Eleanor awoke with a start. Damn, he was dressed. She had been hoping to wake up with his thick shaft violating some part of her body. Her sex had grown moist with the anticipation during the twilight of her sleep. Eleanor nodded and rolled out of bed. She pulled on her black capri trousers and a green tank top; there wasn't time to worry about bras, panties or shoes according to the concerned look on Aristide's face.

As he went topside, she went to find her trusty bolt-action rifle. It took ten in the little built-in magazine which was nice to have. The beast kicked like a mule, but the good part was that the bullet was hard and fast; able to pierce through an engine block if needed.

Three loud pops sent her sprawling to the ground. She had never heard that particular sound before but she knew that something had been done; some attack or warning had been sent. The sound of something heavy and wet hitting the deck frightened her, and then she saw a body flash by the window as Aristides dove for the water. “No!” She flew to the window to look out for him, but white gobs of goo flowed over the glass and obscured her view of him.

Desperately she went to the radio to try to signal for help. Shakey fingers dialed in the emergency signal. “Mayday! Mayday! This is SeaBird 228-30, repeat, SeaBird 228-30! I’m under attack! Please send help!”

The radio crackled and the line became eerily quiet. Then a smooth voice came across the airwaves. “Human female, we have intercepted your communications. There will be no rescue. Stay where you are and do not resist, and you will not be harmed.”

A chill crept across Eleanor’s skin. She knew, without a shadow of doubt, that the voice was lying. She was going to be harmed, and Aristides… he most likely was already dead.
 
Aristides allowed his arm to stick up out of the water, pointing the gun upward as his feet kicked frantically. This close to the water's surface, he could feel the sting of the spray on his submerged face. His fully exposed hand burned like it had been thrust onto a sheet of hot metal. His eyes watered, but his aim remained true. He fired three more shots, causing the spray to cease. After a third, there was a loud crackling sound and a tremor filled the air. A normal military vessel would not be so easily brought down, but this craft was made more for travel between realities than for combat. His fourth shot sent the craft spinning. The world-hopper landed hard in the ocean, with a massive splash, but not before the pilot leaped out, his feet planting firmly on the yacht.

"Shit. Eleanor, he's on board!" Aristides shouted frantically. He swore and took aim again, causing a couple of bursts of white hot fire to explode over the stranger's head. His eyes were still watering however, and the feeling was gone from his hand, so he was unable to hit anything. "Aristides, you traitor!" The ruddy haired man bellowed. He was a little bit short, but stocky and strong looking. He carried a firearm much like Aristides', but it was larger, and required two arms. He raised his weapon to fire at the ocean.

Aristides swore. Even if the pellets from that gun missed by a good five feet, they would still release their incendiary oils upon striking the water. The violent chemical reaction would boil the sea around him, and the burning oil would spread out in a sheet over the surface of the water. It would burn hotter than any natural fire, hot enough to kill instantly. Acting fast, Aristides dived below the waters again, going as deep as he possibly could. Even at seven feet or so, the water became a blazing inferno. His enzyme-blistered hand throbbed from the heat. What I could do with that weapon. Aristides thought to himself, hearing the sizzle of gallons of water converted to steam instantaneously above his head. The burning oils coated the surface for a few seconds, spitting white flames intermittently before fizzling out.

His other thoughts were more serious. The man's machine was destroyed, but the other world traveler was now on Eleanor's ship. He would not be able to go back home, but he could still do a lot of harm to the young woman.
 
Three more shots rang out, nearly deafening her. She screamed as the sound of a shuddering machine sounded and a loud whine filled the air. Suddenly the ocean heaved her little sail boat up with the splash of the craft into the ocean. She felt herself being flung across the small cabin and against the wall.

Aristide's voice cut through the commotion and caused Eleanor's heart to soar. He was alive! She heard footsteps on the deck; heavy and confident. They weren't her lover's feet. She knew instinctively that the person on the deck was dangerous. Rifle still in hand she pushed the hatch door open to go above. Some white frothy foam goo fell on her arm and immediately started to burn her, eliciting a scream from her lips as she fell back into the hold. She wiped her arm off vehemently and turned on the water in the little sink, priming the pump with her foot and washing off the burning goo. Her breath came quick and panicked.

A deep roar filled the ocean and the heat moved through the cabin, turning it into an instant furnace. Eleanor stared in shock at the fire outside her window. She didn't know what to do but she couldn't stay here. She had to get out or die in this floating coffin! Taking a deep breath she covered her skin with a rain jacket and prepared to go up on the deck. Before she got to the stairs, though, the hatch was thrown open and a stocky but strong-looking man leaped down. He was pointing a gun at her; at least she supposed it was a gun. He grinned and shook his head.

"Well, hello lab rat. Why don't you put that little pebble-shooter down like a nice little girl? It will be much easier for you."

She shakily raised her rifle and fingered off the safety. "Stay there." Her voice sounded much more confident than she felt. "I'll shoot."
 
The respite granted by Eleanor gave him some time to swim around the boat. Aristides finally found a low spot where he could use a steel bar to heave himself up. With one tug of his unarmed hand, he fell to the deck on his chest, panting. His body hesitated when he commanded his arms to push himself back to his feet, but only for a few seconds. Shakily, the drenched soldier made his way toward his previous position. He did his best to avoid the frothy flesh-burning solution that was coating the entire surface of the boat. He glanced at it nervously, knowing that under a deciliter of the stuff could eat its way through his extracellular matrix and cause his skin to slough off. If left unattended, the enzyme could even start a chain reaction and spread to the whole body. "Gods, why did we invent this stuff?" He muttered to himself in amazement.

He made his way to the deck and saw his adversary standing over the hatch. Perhaps he thought that Aristides was taken care of, or that he could never make it on board. If so, he would be rudely corrected. "You can't fire it." Aristides said coolly, aiming his handheld firearm. "The whole ship will go up in flames. You didn't count on being trapped aboard when you brought that weapon, did you?" He asked. The man turned to face Aristides. His flushed face showed that Aristides was correct in his conclusions. Aristides fired, and a loud crackle sounded as a small globe of white light flickered over the man's skin, sizzling him in a brilliant flash. Smoking, he fell over dead.

Aristides glanced at Eleanor, his expression solemn and conflicted. Not knowing what to say, he bent low to search the man's body. He found another communicator, some medical supplies, and some ammunition for the large gun. He pocketed these, and tossed the man over board with a grunt.

He turned to face Eleanor, unsure of what to say. He saw the burn on her arm, as red and blistered as his entire hand was. "I'm sorry." He told her. "I couldn't have made you believe anyway. My people are from another reality, like I told you. You've changed my mind so much though, in such a short time." The words felt hollow. He felt a pang of guilt suddenly. It took him a moment to appreciate what he was dumping on her. Maybe she would never have believed him, but he had been all too happy to take advantage of her ignorance. He had fucked her while at the same time endangering her, and still slept well enough at night. On top of that, he was now challenging her entire view of reality. Tentatively, he reached for her, placing his good hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright?" He asked.
 
Eleanor watched in horror as the white light flashed over the other man's skin. He fell over with a hollow-sounding ~thump!~ and the white goo immediately began to melt his flesh. She felt sick. She watched Aristides begin to search the man for whatever goods he had left. The fire was slowly burning down in the ocean and luckily her sailboat looked like it was only scorched. They might not make it farther than the next island, though.

This was really going to throw off her schedule.

"Are you alright?" asked Aristides.

She nodded mutely. Then, because words failed her, Eleanor stepped forward and pulled him down far enough that she could kiss him. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for coming back for me." The tears began to find their own way out of her eyes, and she sniffed as she tried to hold them back. "The radars are bound to have picked that up. That means... someone's going to come and check out what's been going on, Ari. What are we going to do? If they think that you're... that you're not from here they'll tie you down and dissect you like a frog!" She wiped the tears off her cheeks with the back of her hand. "I don't want them to cut you up like a frog."
 
Aristides smiled weakly at her response. He had expected for some time that this world's government would take note of him. Even his own craft had no doubt been noted, and someone had been trying to pinpoint where it landed. Having another craft travel to the exact same location would make it even easier for them to pinpoint. For some reason, the impending danger did not quite smother his relief that Eleanor wasn't mad at him. She really had given herself freely, without demanding truth or info from him. She had said that before, but now he believed it.

"Would they really do that?" Aristides asked in surprise. Seeing her tears, he lowered his head for a kiss before she could say another word. Her words concerned him, but if they were true, he wanted to feel alive for a few moments longer- especially considering how easily they could have died only moments ago. His hands went to her waist, an his lips brushed hers, parting and closing. His curved nose poked her cheek and bent slightly as his kiss deepened. He sighed when his lips parted from hers. "I didn't want you to have to worry about this stuff." He whispered.

He glanced back out at the sea, where the smoking ruins of the second world-hopper had sunk. "I should be able to show them that my physiology is nothing special. I'm a human. Technology though- there's an area I can help them in, if they spare my life." He muttered aloud thoughtfully. "You said there's something called a "cold war." What if I taught them a thing or two about how to win it?" He mused, more to himself than to her. He didn't know what the cold war was, but meddling in the outcome had ethical issues. Besides, he wasn't sure Eleanor's people should win, if they would cut him open like a frog.
 
"Let me see if I can hail my father," Eleanor suggested. "Maybe the Navy can patch us through." She took his hand and held it to her heart. "I don't know what they'd do if they found a real alien, but in the movies they always try to figure out what makes them different. Maybe...maybe if you convince them you're a Greek pilot or something on a top secret mission, shot down by that ship," she nodded towards the place where the craft had sunk, "then they won't hurt you. My dad has pull; he could help us."

She flipped her safety back to 'safe' and slung the rifle over her shoulder. "As far as your physiology being 'nothing special', I'd have to disagree." Her smile turned sensual. "It's plenty special."

She was able to get a signal and found a cruising battleship within range. From there they patched her to Los Angeles port, which got her to a base in Texas and then to Fort Lauderdale, where the space program was located.

"Colonel Lowrance speaking," the voice crackled across the thousands of miles that separated them.

"Daddy! It's Eleanor. I need your help."

The man paused, made more acute by the distance. "What do you need, baby?"
 
When Eleanor went to make her call, Aristides tried to tune one of his communicators to detect radar. Since the device was meant to detect ephemeral particle-waves capable of traveling easily between worlds, it was highly sensitive, and in theory, it could pick up radar over a very long distance. Sure enough, when he pointed his communicator northweast, he got a high-pitched radar ring. Someone in that direction was hitting them with radar. Strangely, he also got a different signal to the northwest. Both came from very far away. Were two separate groups tracking them? He tried establishing long distance radio contact, and the results were chilling. "Eleanor." He called. "My device has picked up fragments of Russian from one direction, and English from the other. They're both after us. They're far, at least hours away I'd think, but they're there."

His own world was strangely silent. No doubt their plans had been set back temporarily, although he had no doubt that he would hear from them again if he kept communications open. That didn't mean they weren't listening though. Realizing the danger of the communication devices, he did his best to mess with the original settings until his people would no longer recognize what they were receiving from them. They were too useful for him to discard, but he could certainly garble them when he wasn't using them.

Aristides listened in on Eleanor for a moment, wondering who her father was, then he shrugged and went to fetch a bucket. The deck was still covered in flesh-eating enzymes, so he went to work dousing it with sea water. He knew the salt would mess with the potency of the enzyme, and was relieved that they had so much of it at hand. Once he was done, he mopped up the water. He wasn't worried about himself, because he had spent plenty of time in the ocean, but he was concerned about Eleanor. He went up to her and gestured to the bucket. "You should be sure to wash off. A small amount of that spray can go unnoticed for hours, but then roar back to life if you don't catch it. Regular water won't do. You need something very salty, like seawater, or something acidic like vinegar." He told her.
 
Eleanor gave her father their coordinates and told him about the English and the Russian radar approaching them. She listened while he told her to make for the islands to the west and then to lay low. She asked him how she was supposed to do that, and he returned that he was certain she would figure that one out.

"He's never been the cuddly type," she said grumpily as the transmission was cut. At Aristide's suggestion she nodded. "Well, I can strip down and you can dowse me," she suggested, "or I can take a quick dip in the ocean. Just don't leave me behind." Before he could answer she started to pull her scant clothing off. "So I'm hoping that the English get to us first. I'm fairly certain the the Ruskies might be a bit more... ah, animistic towards us. Well, me. But us because this is an American ship." She looked over her little sailboat and sighed. "Either way we should figure make sure that we're ready for trouble if the response if aggressive. Do you think that your compatriots will be back soon? I can't imagine that they'd appreciate you killing off your countryman."

She glanced at where the body had fallen. "That could have been one of us dead on the deck," she whispered. "He was really going to kill us, wasn't he?"
 
"My people are coming, but it could take a few days. Communicator signal to lock on and get here faster, but I scrambled that fairly well, so they'll have to recalibrate manually." He explained. As always, his estimate was conservative. If he were being optimistic, then he would have said five days. "They will try to kill us, and many more before the year is out. They've decided to turn this venture into a military one. Perhaps that was always the intention." He told her with a sigh.

Aristides went to fetch a towel, and then wasted no time in dousing her body, although he saved her face for last, not wanting to throw it into her eyes when she wasn't expecting. He admired her glistening form, and ran his hand from her cheek all the way down the curves of her body. He didn't smile, but was comforted nonetheless. "I know. I thought I could handle the situation without you. I don't know that I can, especially now that the people of your world are getting involved. I do not yet take a side in your cold war, but if the Russians get here, and wish to capture you, I promise I will fight them." He told her solemnly.

He smiled slightly as he pressed himself up against her drenched form, not caring about the sea water. He was still fairly wet, and the moisture on his skin gave definition to the athletic proportions of his body. He body responded to the friction between them, like a spark between pieces of wood. He knew she could feel it, but also felt that now may not be the time. "How long until we reach the island?" He asked.
 
Eleanor nodded. "I...I don't want you to be hurt either, Aristides. I understand that you are foremost a warrior; that's obvious just looking at the way you move. And touching you reveals more." She smiled and ran a hand along his chest and down, towards his waist. "It should be at least four hours until we're withing their waters," she answered with a demure smile pulling at her lips.

She slid a warm hand underneath his shirt and let her palm rub along his hard abdomen, then tucked her fingers along the waist of his trousers. "A lot can happen in four hours." She pulled at his shirt with her other hand and began to slide it up. "You should let these clothes dry before you get sick. I could help you with that." As she waited for his reply she slowly slid to her knees and began to tug his pants open, nuzzling at his hardening cock with her cheek and running her teeth along the length of his shaft. She had a very, very passionate hunger rising up inside of her, and she wanted to do things with Aristides that she would normally shy away from.
 
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