Seducing The Sacred Alien (SciFi Alien Ménage Romance) Page 6

  “I heard that,” she said aloud in awe.

  “Then it has already begun,” he smiled and she placed her hand in his. Suddenly, no part of her struggled to fight the urge to go with him. So, she didn't fight. He pulled her along with him into the street and they walked together silently.

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  It was late and there wasn't another person in sight. With one furtive glance around, Eli caught Charlotte up in his arms, and then he was speeding along, carrying her like she weighed nothing, and moving faster than a train. He reached the water's edge in just moments—she presumed it was a lake outside the city limits. He placed her down on the ground gently and when she was firmly planted on her feet, he dove into the water. Eli emerged less than a minute later but he most definitely was not swimming. A small ship rose out of the water and she could see him piloting the spacecraft. It hovered just before her, and he hopped out and came around to offer his hand once more.

  She hesitated for a moment and then accepted his hand. Eli led Charlotte onto the ship and took the seat next to her. “Kind of small, isn't it?” she teased with a light laugh.

  “Think of it as your own personal chauffeur to a much larger, private jet,” he explained. “Are you ready?” he queried and she nodded her agreement. Just a moment later, they were high above the clouds and Eli continued to take them higher. It fascinated her, and she watched the entire ascent.

  She watched as Eli pressed a button on the panel in front of him and a much larger craft came into view.

  “Cloaking technology? I thought that was just in movies,” Charlotte commented, though she wasn't certain why she was surprised. The larger craft opened to accept the one Eli currently piloted. He glided in smoothly and the ship closed behind them.

  “Come with me,” Eli said again wordlessly, and it seemed this time, he had to focus a little less intently for Charlotte to hear him. She followed him out of the shuttle and out of the room they first entered.

  Her feet came to a sudden halt and she could only stand and stare in awe. In the next room, the walls were covered with a multitude of gadgets and gizmos that she didn't recognize. But it was the floor that held her attention captive: it appeared to be made entirely of glass and she stared with a look of wonderment in her eyes, seeing Earth far beneath them.

  “It's incredible,” she whispered.

  He turned her toward him as his hands moved to wrap around her waist. Eli pulled her tight against his body and his mouth came down swiftly to cover hers. He thrust his tongue against her lips, demanding entry this time, and she complied easily as her hands came up to the back of his neck.

  It was obvious that Eli's control over his own arousal was waning. He was rock hard and since he'd had Charlotte naked in her kitchen; all he'd wanted to do was thrust his cock deep in her pussy. But he'd held off this long, and he could muster the strength to wait just a little longer.

  His hands came between them, but instead of unfastening her shirt's buttons gently this time, Eli tore at the fabric. The buttons flew through the air as Charlotte's tits sprang free once again. He slid her shirt down her arms and the bra that had never been refastened followed. His hands found her zipper and tore hard at her skirt, ripping it open and it fell to the floor to join the rest of her clothes.

  Charlotte could feel the restraint in his hands as he moved to her thong, sliding it down her thighs instead of tearing it off, likely afraid it might injure her delicate skin in the process. His eyes surveyed her naked body, and everywhere he looked, she felt her arousal climb. He lingered on her nipples, stimulating them with his mind before he came down in one swift movement and wrapped his mouth around her nipple. He squeezed her tits, making Charlotte moan.

  But she didn't want to be a bystander this time. Her hands came between them and found the hem of his shirt. She pulled gently and Eli released her nipple to let her undress him. Her hands went to his bare chest immediately, running her fingers over the wall of solid, hard muscle before her. He groaned in response to her touch and pulled her against him once again, her soft breasts pressing against his chest as his mouth came down hard on hers.

  “Lay down, Charlotte,” he whispered huskily, breaking the seal between their lips. She moved to lay down, bracing for the cold feel of the glass she was expecting; to her surprise, the glass felt no different than her own body temperature. She stretched out on it, glancing down to see the Earth beneath her naked body. Eli shucked his jeans, his cock springing free, making Charlotte's mouth water.

  But before she could move, he knelt down between her legs and spread them open. His eyes focused on her wet pussy and she suddenly felt her arousal build a thousand times over as he stimulated the most sensitive spot along her inner walls. She'd never experienced such intense arousal before; she moaned, whimpered and writhed, all the while an orgasm built inside her unlike any other.

  “Oh God, Eli!” She fought against the sensations building inside her, clawing at the glass until she could hold back no longer. She began to cum, screaming loudly as her wetness soaked the glass beneath her. Eli ran his hand across the wet glass and then rubbed her pussy, her clit, her thighs, loving the sight of her wet skin before him.

  She remained still for a moment, the aftershocks of her orgasm still sending spasms of pleasure through her body. Eli stood to admire the naked, wet form before him, but as Charlotte saw his cock come into view, she sat up swiftly and was on her knees in seconds. Greedily, she wrapped her lips around his cock, taking as much of his length into her mouth as she could. Eli groaned and laced his fingers through her hair.

  She withdrew his cock from her mouth slowly and licked the sensitive flesh of the tip with her tongue. He groaned louder and gently guided her head forward and she took him back into her mouth eagerly. Again and again she sucked him in as far as she could and then withdrew until just his head remained inside the warm confines of her mouth.

  She increased her pace and Eli's hips thrust forward so that his dick made contact with the back of her throat. Charlotte worked faster and Eli groaned louder until, at last, he withdrew his cock from her mouth, holding it against her lips as an orgasm rocked through his body, and he watched as his cum landed in her mouth and on her lips. She swallowed easily, surprised by the sweet, sensual taste of him.

  Charlotte collapsed to her knees on the floor, assuming their play had come to an end. But, in the next moment, Eli had her by the waist and was flipping her over gently onto her hands and knees. Caught off guard, she stared down at the Earth as Eli lined his dick up with her pussy. Charlotte was surprised to find that he was still rock hard. He spread her lips and moved back just slightly to see her wide open before him and he began to stimulate her pussy again without a single touch. She moaned and arched her back in response to the intense sensations, and then her eyes widened some as she began to feel like he'd inserted something in her. Charlotte's inner walls contracted around the non-existent object as she felt it move inside her and innately she began to thrust backward to meet its every plunge.

  And then, even though his hands still held her pussy open wide, she began to feel something probe against her ass. She couldn't help but continue to thrust back, still fucking the invisible object in her pussy, and her movement made her feel like something was being inserted into her ass. “Oh my God, Eli. What are you doing? It feels incredible!” she panted.

  And then, all of a sudden, the invisible object inside her was gone, replaced by Eli's massive cock. He plunged deep inside her in one swift thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her wet warmth. She cried out in response and ground her hips against him to enjoy every single sensation his dick could offer. He withdrew slowly and then plunged back into her, moving slowly at first and gradually increasing his tempo, all the while Charlotte continued to feel the invisible object in her ass increase its speed as well.

  Eli leaned forward and reached for her tits. Charlotte's eyes had been closed, enjoying the unrivaled sensations coming from her pussy and her ass that were drivin
g her wild. She opened her eyes then, and there below her was the most breathtaking scene. She could see the greens and blues of the Earth far below her, and in the reflection of the glass she could also see Eli's hard, muscular body thrusting into her. His muscles flexed with every movement, and she stared at their reflection, mesmerized. He thrust harder, faster, as his hands squeezed her tits. Charlotte kept up with his pace as her body thrust wildly. “Oh God, Eli. I'm cumming!” she screamed as another orgasm overtook her body. “Yes, Charlotte, yes!” he groaned in response as her spasms sent him over the edge and he shot his load deep into her pussy.

  He withdrew slowly, enjoying the tight, hot feel of her for just a few more seconds. He laid down next to her and opened his arms, motioning for her to join him. Her muscles trembled, her body spent from the overwhelming pleasure she'd experienced, and she collapsed against him happily.

  He was silent for a moment, and then, “There is something I have not told you. Something that is very important.”

  “I was hesitant at first; I did not want what I am about to tell you now to influence your decision. But then, I didn't know how to tell you. But we are close, so close to home, and I can put it off no longer,” he began. Charlotte was having a difficult time following his meaning.

  “I am not a mere inhabitant of my planet, and it was not for an ordinary bride that I was seeking.” He swallowed audibly.

  “I am the king of my species; not the ruler of a country or continent as is the way in your world, but the sovereign leader of the planet. And you, Charlotte, will be my queen. The planet will accept you, and it will restore you to your pure form, unscathed by the harsh environment of Earth. You will reign at my side for centuries to come,” he finished, meeting her eyes to convey the full import of his statement. Charlotte's jaw dropped, surprised beyond belief for the umpteenth time since meeting Eli just a few short days ago.

  “Are you ready to see your new home?” he queried without a word, nuzzling his lips against her ear as he communicated with her. She could only nod.

  And then, all of a sudden, the Earth was no longer beneath the clear glass floor. The scene beneath her passed in a blur and she stared harder, trying to make out what it was she saw passing beneath them as Charlotte laid there wrapped in Eli's arms.

  In less than a moment's time, the blur came into focus as the ship slowed. She caught sight of a beautiful trail of color; pink, purple and blue swirled together like clouds and spread out across the dark expanse.

  “Oh…my…God…,” was all she could force past her lips. And as the ship moved onward, something else came into view. It was not a ménage of clouds, it was a planet—a beautiful solid form that shimmered with the same iridescence as Eli's markings.

  “Welcome home, Charlotte. All that you see now belongs to you, my Queen.”

  My Encounter With A Sweet Alien

  Outside her open bedroom window, the cows in her pasture stood sleeping as a gentle breeze wafted across the hardwood floors and onto her skin. Amy shuddered slightly and rolled over. Though the clear sky above dotted the earth with twinkling lights of a thousand stars, and the world around her peaceful farm lay still in the night air, a feeling of dissonance washed over her. Her loyal husky, Shiloh, stirred at the foot of the bed anxiously, causing the old springs of her four post bed to groan under the weight.

  “What is it, Shiloh?” she moaned, the sleep still fresh in her eyes. “Why are you so anxious tonight?”

  Shiloh lifted her head, her blue eyes reflecting in the moonlight. She yelped in Amy’s direction.

  “If only you could actually speak, Shiloh.” Amy gave a long stretch and surveyed her bedroom carefully through the darkness. Twilight spread across the hardwood floors, giving an eerie glow to the objects it touched, but nothing appeared to be disturbed.

  Shiloh leapt from her place on the bed, slapping her large paws against the wood beams and sending an echo through the silent house. She huffed again and let out a yelp that signaled distress. Outside, the herd rustled now, shifting nervously as if something else had joined them in the field, disturbing their peaceful slumber. Amy felt a chill sweep up her spine.

  “I feel it too, Girl,” she said, stroking the pacing husky’s fur. “I’m gonna go check it out.”

  Amy knew something was out there. She headed for the door, placing a pair of muddy work boots on her naked toes and lifted her shotgun from its usual seat above the door.

  Shiloh followed loyally across the room. Amy turned and gave her a warm smile; “No, Girl--go lay down,” she cooed, “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

  Shiloh whined, then obediently returned to her bed next to the stone fireplace as Amy opened the front door to a rush of cool night air. Outside, the brightness of a full moon gave the appearance of mid-day to the barn and driveway, sparkling across freshly cut grass and rocks. She stepped off the porch and turned towards the field behind her home, but nothing appeared out of sorts.

  A glow from the forest caught her eye and she turned to investigate; Amy could see a strange light pulsing deep within the darkness of sleeping trees. What—or who—could possibly be in the woods? Her heart raced in fear, but she knew she had to find out.

  Her boots crunched the small, fallen twigs below her feet as she crept towards the glow. Into the thickness of the forest, the moonlight was trapped by the lush canopy, filling the area with a deep blackness almost too difficult to see within.

  Amy followed the pulsing light, stumbling upon exposed roots from the tall oaks as she trudged forward. But something drew her to the pulsing light; like a moth to a flame, she felt compelled to press on.

  A few hundred yards into the forest, she froze, eyes widening at the sight before her. Nestled among a small clearing laid a ship; it was unlike anything she had ever seen before. It was long and smooth, as if it had been crafted from a single hunk of metal. Its tip came to a sharp point, which was buried part-way under the earth; Amy wondered if its driver had some difficulty while landing. The light that had drawn her was coming from what appeared to be runner lights, dotting the edges on either side of the ship. They flashed brightly in the darkness, illuminating the area with a green glow. Amy inched closer, grasping the barrel of her shotgun nervously, prepared to fire at the first sign of trouble.

  The door hung open; the ship appeared to be abandoned. She leaned in, squinting her eyes in the hopes of catching a glimpse of the ship’s owner. Only the sounds of a cool breeze wafting through the treetops could be recognized, and the hum of the ship’s quiet engines below her.

  Suddenly, Amy felt a large hand rest on her shoulder. She shrieked and leapt forward in a stumble, pushing the hand away and whirling around to aim her gun.

  Before her stood a man swaying slightly, as if ready to collapse at any moment. He was tall, at least six and a half feet in height, with dark brown hair and shimmering deep emerald eyes. His breath was labored, heaving beneath the chilled muscles of his chest as he struggled to remain upright. He was simply gorgeous.

  Just then, the stranger collapsed into a heap on the ground, his large hands catching the earth to stop his fall. He gazed up at her frantically, those emerald eyes catching the glow of the engines and melting her heart. Amy helped him to his feet and without a word led him back to the farmhouse. I must be crazy, she thought.

  His head hung low, allowing the longer strands of his hair to dip and cover his mud-splattered face. She struggled to place him in a seat at the kitchen table where he finally slumped with a labored grunt. She gazed down at the weakened stranger in her kitchen, his head still hanging low as if at any moment he would fall from the chair to her floor.

  “Are you hurt?” She spoke hesitantly, and the stranger looked up.

  He shook his head to signal ‘no.’ “Hungry,” he groaned; his voice was deep and sexy.

  Amy nodded and searched the kitchen for something quick. She returned moments later, carrying a loaf of bread and some soup from the previous night’s meal. She placed the meal on th
e table beside him.

  Amy sat down and watched, puzzled, as the stranger examined the food. He picked up the spoon and hesitantly dipped it into the soup, bringing it to his soft, full lips for a taste. His face lit up with a grin and within minutes, the bowl’s entire contents were gone, followed quickly by the bread.

  “Wow, you were hungry,” she chuckled.

  “Thank you,” he beamed. “My rations ran out a week ago. Any longer and I wouldn’t have made it.”

  “So… who are you, and how did you end up in my woods? Are you in the military?” Amy was curious about the strange man she’d allowed in her home. As handsome as he might be, he could still be dangerous.

  “I mean you no harm,” he said with a reassuring smile, “I’m not from this planet, nor am I military. My name is Lukavyt-r, and I’m an explorer.”

  Amy blinked in surprise at his response. This beautiful creature was nothing like the movies had portrayed. She marveled at his long, muscular arms resting calmly on the table and the warm smile spreading across his stubble-lined face. With careful observation, the subtle differences became clear: his ears were longer than that of a typical human’s, coming to a smooth point at the tips; his shimmering white teeth held the slight hints of fangs.

  Amy’s heart raced, she suddenly felt overwhelmed with desire to reach out and run her hands along his deeply muscled body, as if some unseen force was drawing her in.

  He gave a seductive grin, watching her longing grow. “I’m not making you nervous, am I?” he raised an eyebrow. “You seem… occupied.”

  Amy quickly returned her gaze to his eyes, blushing a slight shade of crimson. He had sensed her desire, somehow, as if he carried a sixth sense. She felt exposed, as if she may as well be standing before him naked. Yes, he was attractive but this was something more—something deeper than the mere sight of a sumptuous man in her kitchen.