Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dylan is shot down over a seemingly deserted planet, but soon finds he's not alone...
Usual disclaimers apply: If I owned it, season 3 wouldn’t have been so bad.
Spoilers: None intended
Note: There may be the odd spelling/grammatical mistake, as I had to beta this story myself, using nothing but a dictionary.
Shipwreck
The last thing Dylan remembered was a Nietzschean missile hitting his slipfighter, sending it spinning toward the planet far below. He woke up on the shore of a deserted island with his face in the sand, his body covered in dried salt water. His clothes still stuck to his body, sticky with sweat and seaweed. There were bits of the ship all around, as well as traces of oil on the water. He gathered together some driftwood to make a signal fire, then set out to explore his surroundings. He took off my shirt and left it on the beach, stuck up on a long piece of wood next to the fire, just in case anyone happened to come upon it while he was away.
Most of the island was covered with trees and vine-like growths, the jungle dominating it. The sounds were like every Tarzan movie he'd ever saw; exotic bird calls echoed through the trees. He marveled at the purity of it; untouched by the hand of man. Animals passed him, seemingly unafraid.
He came upon a freshwater pool in the shade of a huge banyan tree and decided to clean himself up. He took off his ruined trousers and underwear and saturated them in the water of the pool. He then put them on a rock to dry. He then dove head-first in and washed myself off. After a brief swim, he shook myself off and lay down, naked, on another flat rock to dry off and fell asleep.
He woke some time later when the sun went behind a cloud. He opened his eyes and looked at the face of the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen: She was a blond, with hair that hung halfway down her back. She wore some kind of skin around her waist as a loin-cloth, but nothing over her breasts. They were largish with pale red nipples. As she breathed, they moved slightly, and he felt himself unconsciously responding to her. He looked at her face again: she was looking at him strangely. She held a knife in her left hand, as if she were prepared to use it. Dylan tried talking to her, but nothing he said seemed to have any meaning to her. She looked at the surface of the pool, then at Dylan, then back at the pool. She pointed at him, then at the pool, and seemed to make a connection.
He pointed at his chest and said, "Dylan." Then he pointed at her.
She pointed at herself and thought for a minute, as if she were struggling to remember who she was. Finally she said in a gravelly voice, "Lara"
She walked over to his, and touched his cheek. She looked at his body, unclothed and pale. She was golden brown all over, even her breasts. She had obviously been here a very long time. Dylan sat up and caressed her cheek. She drew back a few inches. He made reassuring noises and drew her closer. He leaned over and put his lips to hers, kissing her. He pulled his face back, and she put her fingers to her mouth, rubbing her lips. Her dagger fell to the ground. She crept over to Dylan, and kissed him back, opening her mouth and letting his tongue explore hers.
Dylan reached up and put his hand on her neck, pulling her closer still. He caressed her breast with his other hand and she moaned slightly, her nipples crinkling and becoming erect. He could feel my organ beginning to harden and lengthen. Dylan moved the hand that was on her breast down along her flat abdomen, then untied the hide around her waist. He tossed it aside and put one hand between her legs. She squealed and stiffened, but he held her close, kissing her even harder. His lips left her mouth and his tongue moved down her slender neck. He put his lips to one of her breasts, sucking gently and running his tongue all over the soft globes.
Dylan moved his mouth to the other, nibbling it slightly with his lips, causing her to make small whimpering noises. He was completely erect now, and moved his hips toward hers, rubbing against her thigh to open her legs. He gently pushed her backward until she was laying on her back on the sun-warmed rock. He placed a hand on each breast and she closed her eyes, rocking her head back and forth. He opened her legs and explored her with his long fingers. She had a thin crop of pale hair down there, curling at the edges. Her clitoris was protruding from this thicket, throbbing at each of her heartbeats. Dylan put my mouth to it and began to work it with my tongue, making her moan even louder. He drew back and knelled over her, arranging himself. He touched her vagina with the tip of his organ and slowly, ever so slowly, pushed into her.
She let out a long soft cry as he entered her. She had an exceedingly small opening, and Dylan realized that she must be a virgin. He moved into her until he felt an obstruction, then thrust hard. This elicited a cry from the woman. He slowly moved in and out of her, bringing her to orgasm. She twisted under him, moaning at every thrust until she suddenly tensed, squeezing him inside her. She drew him to her with her arms, pulling his head to her chest. Dylan nuzzled her perfect breasts, her swollen nipples brushing his lips. He thrust into her again and again, until he lost myself and collapsed on top of her.
Dylan don't know what happened after that, because after the exertion he fall asleep. When he woke up, she cradled in his arm, sleeping contently. He put on his now dry uniform and walked back to the beach. The fire was beginning to burn out, but in the sky he could see a ship of some kind. He stoked up the fire some more, producing thick smoke. In the distance he saw the ship turn toward to the island.
Now, standing on the deck of the Maru, the ship heading toward the Andromeda, Lara in his arms, he can't help but wonder what the others would make of their new friend...
TBC