Kerr Avon kicked open the escape pod hatch and tumbled out onto the sand. The capsule was still hot to the touch; he was lucky to be alive. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs in his mind and then spotted a large, fur-clad man coming at him with a sword. He drew his weapon, but didn't have time to fire before the man was upon him. There was a struggle, but in his weakened condition, Avon ended up with the short end of the stick.
       Well, he thought, it's almost over. At least it was finally almost over. Not the way he would have preferred to die, but what the hell? Dead is dead, after all. He only wished he could be sure Blake was dead somewhere too. His train of thought was interrupted as everything went black.

       Dayna Mellanby was patrolling the surface of the planet she now called home. Sarran was a pitiful, barren little planet, really, but she had her Father, her sister and her work - not to mention her toys. She carried her current favourite now - a finely crafted long bow. Ancient weapons were so much more fun to use - they required skill and added an element of danger to the hunt. There was a massive battle underway in space above the planet and Dayna was out scouting for survivors. The stupid, superstitious Sarrans would probably try to kill any stranger they came upon, just like they tried to kill her and her father every chance they had. It was easy to forget sometimes that her adopted sister, Loren, was actually a native of this planet, but she had been raised by Hal Mellanby from infancy; had grown up with Dayna a constant companion. Loren wasn't like the barbarians who populated this world.
       She heard a commotion just over the next rise and ran to investigate. There was a striking young stranger dressed in black leather about to be killed by a Sarran thug. A well placed arrow in his back dropped the Sarran and another fired in warning scattered the other two. With a little effort, she managed to get the unconscious stranger back to her nearby cave retreat.

       The newcomer was very pretty, she decided. She ran her hand over the tight leather and felt the taut muscle beneath. She wanted to get a better look at her prize. Dayna had grown up with an indulgent father who encouraged her natural curiosity. She had explored feminine sex with her adopted sister, but had never experienced a man before. When she opened the black leather trousers, she was pleased to find a good sized cock spring forth.
       She'd read all about fellatio, of course, but had never performed the act herself. She took an exploratory lick at the sheathed head, wasn't disgusted, and so took the whole shaft into her mouth. As she sucked, Avon's cock began to enlarge and stiffen. She had read about that too, but was surprised to actually see it happen. He moaned a little, but did not regain consciousness.
       With a grin, Dayna took the cock into her mouth again, sucking deeply while massaging Avon's scrotum with her hands. The foreskin had moved with her lips, but now the head had enlarged enough that it could no longer be contained within it's protective sheath. When the ejaculation came, Dayna drank down the thick, warm fluid. It tasted kind of salty - she didn't much care for it, really.
       Dayna tucked the now limp cock back inside the trousers and closed the garment. The man moaned again and moved his head. She went over to a bowl of water and, dampening her fingertips, she wet his forehead, moving his dark hair to the side.
       Avon opened his eyes - dark brown eyes, Dayna now saw - and suddenly remembered the danger he had been in when he had lost consciousness. He tried to rise, but found himself face to face with a slim young dark-skinned woman with an open expression of amusement. She was almost feral looking, but quite attractive. "Are you feeling better?" she asked as he lay back down.
       "Not really, but at least I'm alive. If I were dead, I don't think I'd have this blinding headache."
       Dayna was suddenly struck by how perfectly his lips were shaped. Without hesitation, she leaned down and kissed those lips.
       "What was that for?" Avon asked, as he licked the remnants of his own juices off his lips. He'd thought that sensation was a dream, but now he knew otherwise. He only wished he could have been awake to enjoy it.
       "Curiosity," Dayna replied.
       "I'm all in favour of healthy curiosity. I hope yours isn't satisfied too easily. I think you've cured my headache."
       Dayna grinned. "What's your name?" she asked.
       "Avon."
       "You are very beautiful, Avon."
       "So are you ….."
       "Dayna."