My Area 51 Alien Prize

by Lucee Joie

  “So, about the others?” Ejaw asks again and I return to the screen.

  “They won’t hurt me?”

  “They shouldn’t. I have spoken to Tarkeer and she has passed on the information–”

  “Tarkeer? How did you speak to anyone since I got here?”

  “Tarkeer is a Haret,” Ejaw explains. Although, it makes no sense at all to me. He must see my confusion, so elaborates further. “Harets speak with their minds and they can also listen in to others’ thoughts.”

  “Okay,” I reply, suddenly unnerved. Did this Tarkeer also know exactly what I wanted to do to Ejaw, about how sexy I thought he was? I sincerely hope not. Still, I put it out there that my thoughts were my own and that Ejaw didn’t need to know how sexy I found him.

  I’m hearing you loud and clear.

  Shit. Was that Tarkeer inside my head?

  Yes.

  Double shit!

  “Are you alright?” Ejaw asks and I shake my head, returning to the task at hand rather than answer his question. Quickly, I click on all of the cells and hear multiple airlocks being released in other rooms. As each door opens, I hear different sounds, most likely sounds of relief, of triumph at being finally released.

  The stomping of feet makes me look up and the room is suddenly filled with all sorts of unbelievable creatures. I gape in surprise at the diversity. From small creatures the size of cats, through to strange beings that don’t resemble humans at all and I am amazed by the aliens standing in front of me.

  Ejaw steps in front of them all, his multiple hands on his hips and stares them down. His feet are spread wide, his stance is protective of me. My heart swells at the notion that this brute of an alien is stranding strong, defending me against the vast array of other creatures now in the room.

  It makes me want to kiss him, to do things to him that I have never even done with a human man before.

  A small creature ducks their gaze around one of Ejaw’s legs and I know immediately by the wicked grin that it is Tarkeer and that she is reading my mind once more.

  “We need to get out of here,” one of the aliens says, stepping forward.

  This one is not as huge as Ejaw but his is built just as well. His muscles ripple as he walks and his purple-hued skin shines like it is lit from within.

  Where all aliens so damn hot?

  Chapter Four: Ejaw-Losal

  There is a flurry of activity as everyone converses about the next course of action but all I want to do is take Lacey off to one side. I want to touch her skin once more, to run my fingers through her hair and discover if it is as soft as her skin.

  “Does anyone know the lay out of this place?” Lacey asks.

  Everyone shakes their heads. Well, that’s not going to help matters.

  “Perhaps we should split up?” I suggest. Really, it’s the only option available. “Lacey, can you give me more details of how you got here? Numbers of people that might still be coming? How many guards you’ve seen? Those sorts of things.”

  “I ran here,” Lacey says. Her voice is small and I can see the flush of red to her cheeks once more. I wonder if her skin heats up with the color and my hand itches to reach out once more. “Everyone is dead, I think. The guards included. So far, the only people I’ve seen alive here has been you guys.”

  There is silence for a moment before the room erupts into a cacophony of cheers. The humans have treated us badly, it shows by our applause. I feel bad for Lacey, for the one human that appears to be nice in this alien world.

  “Should we party then?” A guy up the back asks. I crane my neck and give him a good look. He’s a Vrok, and it is typical of something that their kind would say. A party is probably the very lure that humans used to trap him. Although, to be fair, it would be nice to sit back for a while, to not have to worry about all that human probing that normally filled out days.

  I look to Lacey. She is eyeing off the Vrok and I feel my jealous streak rising. I have no ownership of her but there is no way in hell that Vrok will survive if she takes a sudden interest in him. I start running through all the plausible ‘accidents’ that could be achieved if this is the case.

  “Perhaps, we should find a kitchen?” Lacey then asks. “And a shower.”

  I try not to picture her taking her clothes off, of having water stream over her body. It doesn’t work, though, and my erection bounces upwards once more. I step to one side to stand behind another person, to hide my arousal from Lacey.

  “Let’s go!” someone says, and the group splits up.

  Within minutes, I can hear music playing. Well, it didn’t take long for the Vrok mentality to spread, I note as I see everyone streaming towards the sound.

  “I found the kitchen!” another person exclaims and a cheer goes up. “Do you think they stock Chax?”

  Chax is the universally preferred alcohol. It’s made from a certain kind of root vegetable from the Mertek system and nobody who drinks it stays sober for very long.

  “What’s that?” Lacey asks and when the beverage is explained to her, she suggests to lookout for something called ‘beer.’

  I sidle up to Lacey, tempted to put an arm or two around her waist. I can’t believe how forward I want to be with this woman. “I’ve heard people reference there being a shower on level two.”

  “Really?” Lacey smiles and her whole face lights up. I want to laugh at her, to grab her and spin her around. But, most of all, I want to kiss her.

  “I have no idea where level two is though,” I say.

  “Doesn’t matter, at least we know there is a shower in here.”

  She grabs one of my hands as she charges forward with her excitement. I follow her. I will always follow her.

  We head away from the music, from the main group, and enter a long corridor. Almost immediately, the music is dulled. Lacey still has my hand and her grip tightens.

  “Tell me about yourself,” she says as she drags me through an array of corridors and rooms.

  “What’s there to know?” I say, not sure where to start.

  “What’s not to know? You’re a freaking alien and, until today, I really didn’t think there was anyone else out there beside us.”

  “That’s conceited of you,” I say before I have a chance to stop myself.

  Lacey stills and I nearly collide with her. My hands reach out to stop myself from crashing into her and I get to feel her butt. It is soft, oh, so soft. Before I even have a chance to really get a good feel, though, she has stepped forward. She is apologizing and going red in the face again.

  “What are you apologizing for?” I ask.

  “I don’t know,” she admits before moving off again. “Look, there’s a sign for stairs.”

  She has forgotten my words already and is on the move again.

  We rush into the stairwell and head upwards. “We must be on ground level,” she is saying as we charge up the steps.

  She is fit, I will give her that. It surprises me, considering her stature and size. My own kind are built for muscular strength and I always find it strange when a smaller race manages to keep up with my own kind.

  Lacey bursts through a door and we are on what I presume is level two. This floor looks different to the one we just left. It is less clinical, there are no cells, no bars anywhere.

  “This way,” she squeals as she points at a sign that has a depiction of little people on it.

  It doesn’t take us long to cross the large room and enter another. Immediately, Lacey spins around and, judging by her huge grin, we have found what she is looking for.

  She pulls open a cupboard, then another, grabbing a towel from the second one.

  “I wonder if there are any spare clothes lying around?” She says more to herself than to me. “Probably not. Wait here.”

  She enters a stall and I can hear the rush of water. I can see her kick off her shoes under the gap at the bottom of the door and sit on a bench across from the stall. By doing so, I give myself a view of a few extra inche
s of her ankles.

  Clothing is flicked over the top of the stall. First her top, then those strange dark pants she was wearing. I had wondered if they were actually clothing, or if a human’s skin was different on the bottom, since they appeared to fit so tightly. At least she has answered that question. Another item of clothing is next and I realize that it is her underwear.

  I can feel the heat rising inside of me at the realization that she is naked now. I want to know what she looks like under all those clothes, under all that dirt. I wonder if humans have sex in the same way that we do and my erection is ferocious with the thought.

  Chapter Five: Lacey

  The water runs over me, invigorating me. I have the heat set pretty low, I need it that way because I can feel my arousal at the thought that I am naked and Ejaw is just on the other side of the door.

  Even as I try to quash my desire, I also wish he would open the door, to force his way into the stall and to run his fingers over my body. I want to know what it feels like to have four hands roaming my body rather than just two.

  I gulp and close my eyes as I wash the dirt from my body but try to avoid rubbing my clit for fear that I will groan out loud. Yet, I want to do it, to alert Ejaw to the fact that I am horny, that I want him pretty badly.

  I touch myself anyway. My nipples harden as I rub the soap over my body, moving lower, thinking of Ejaw the whole time.

  I bite my lip as I rub my clit, as the water helps to do its job as well. A small groan finally escapes and I gasp before stopping, listening intently for a reaction from Ejaw.

  There is none and I am disappointed.

  I turn the water off in a huff of exasperation and reach for the towel. Rubbing vigorously, I try not to think of Ejaw, of the hot alien on the other side of the door, of my own desperate yearning for him.

  My clothes are filthy and I wrinkle my nose at the thought of having to put them back on. I have no choice, though, and quickly shake them out before getting dressed, leaving my sports bra behind. It is a lost cause, a melting pot of damp sweat that wafts out at me as I exit the cubicle.

  “I clap alien cheeks?” Ejaw asks, pointing to my chest.

  Now that I have shaken some of the dust out, the slogan is visible.

  “Don’t ask,” I reply, wondering why on earth I even ordered the tank top from the website. “Does that feel better?” Ejaw asks and I get the distinct feeling that maybe he is talking about something else. Without even realizing it, my gaze drops to his crotch and I see a fair lump of delicious man meat aching to break free from its confines. My cheeks burn.

  “Why does that happen?” Ejaw asks as I look up. He is pointing to my face. “Why does your face get all red like that?”

  “It’s called embarrassment,” I mumble, hoping he understands the term and doesn’t ask for a further explanation. The last thing I wanted to admit was that I had been staring at his junk and wondering if his attachment was like a human male’s penis.

  Ejaw’s forehead furrows, his brows knitting together and I want to run my fingers over his skin, to feel the smooth shine of it once more. My hand is rising, reaching out to him before I can control myself and I hear an intake of breath from Ejaw as my fingers make contact with his skin.

  I am mesmerized by him, by our contact and I wonder if maybe he has some sort of alien lure, some cataclysmic draw that he could control and that I can’t resist. Did he have control over it or was he oblivious? Either way, it didn’t matter. He could take me now and I wouldn’t care one bit that he might have manipulated my thoughts in order to do so.

  Ejaw’s brow has smoothed out and I allow my fingers to run up to his hairline. He is tall, so much taller than me, but I stretch up on tiptoe. His hair feels just like mine and I am surprised. It doesn’t stop my fingers from roaming, though.

  Returning to his face, I touch his cheek, feel the heat under his skin as I move lower.

  One of his hands has tentatively reached out also. It is touching my hip and it feels like a burning mark, like he is branding me as his own and I am glad.

  I want to be his, to be only his.

  I close my eyes as his fingers start to slide up towards my ribcage and another hand gently touches my face. Leaning into his touch, I rest my cheek into his hand as I continue to feel my way along his face.

  As I reach his lips, his mouth parts slightly. The wet flicker of a tongue finds my touch and I push a finger in further as his lips close gently around it, sucking it in further.

  I never want to open my eyes again. To do so would mean admitting that I was in an intimate pose with a creature I had only just met.

  I have never been that type of girl.

  Yet, today, it is all I ever want to be.

  His hand is on my ribs and another–a third one–is sneaking underneath my tank top. His fingers slide along my skin as though eager to find more. I am eager also and wish that this hand was moving downwards rather than towards my chest.

  I reach out and touch the ropes of muscles under his taunt skin. He is like one of those models I have seen on men’s fitness magazines and it makes me groan in pleasure.

  The hot breath of Ejaw arrives before the kiss does, giving me a single moment of delicious anticipation. I melt into him, finally giving up any semblance that what we are doing is just touching, mere exploring of different species.

  No, what we are doing is sexual things and I couldn’t be more turned on at the thought.

  His tongue flickers along my lips as hands start to roam freely across my body, too many to keep stock of so I simply revel in the sensation rather than analyze it. I open my mouth, allow him entry, wishing for more.

  His breath is hot as our embrace intensifies. Our lips clash as the heat between us rises. I am no longer blushing, I am downright hot and ready, my whole body steaming for him.

  I moan as Ejaw moves closer, his body pressing into mine and I can feel his need for me, his giant bulge pushing into me. I want to touch it, to taste it, to feel it deep within me.

  Yet, we continue to kiss.

  His embrace makes me heady but his touch makes me more so as the sensation of multiple hands are all over me. It is like being with two men, something I have never done but have fantasized about. His fingers roam, searching, touching, desiring me.

  The sleekness of his touch, the smoothness at which his skin slides against mine is amping up my need and I am wet, so wet, down there. I slide one leg up his body, opening my thighs, allowing my sex to rub up against his own. He grinds back in reply and I feel weak in the knees. I need to lie down, yet I don’t want to break the moment.

  Then, he is lifting me up, cradling my body, one hand cupping my butt, his fingers so deliciously close to my core that I break away from his kiss and throw my head back. Ejaw leans in as he carries me across the room. His lips brushing my neck, licking my skin.

  I am craving more. I am wanting him in a way I have never desired a human man before.

  Never before have I believed in destiny. Instead, I think love happens but not because there is just ‘The One’ out there, one for every person. No, I believe you can find happiness more than once in one lifetime. Love is for everyone, regardless of whether or not you are perfect for each other.

  Yet, it is different with Ejaw. Even though I have only met him today, I already feel the crushing need to be with him, to always be with him. I want to spend forever with this man, to allow no other into my life–or his. Jealousy rises up, a surprising juggernaut at the thought of others that might look upon him, that may desire him as I do.

  Then, I think about the people who have kept him captive, who have experimented on him and not allowed him to find me earlier. I am instantly furious at them, my mind a hot mess of desire and anger as my body moved of its own accord. It knew what it needed.

  Ejaw’s fingers finally brush against my nub. It is the briefest of moments while he is lying me down onto a sofa and I forget my train of thought. I forget everything but his touch.

 
As I slide my fingers along his arms, the muscles bunch up underneath his slick skin. I squeeze his shoulders, pulling myself closer as he lays over me. Reaching down, my hands sneak under his shirt.

  His skin is hot and I allow my nails to scrape along his back. He grinds into me as he sucks fervently at my neck before returning to my mouth.

  I bite at his lip and he groans softly. Pulling his shirt up, our embrace is broken while I tug his clothing over his head. He returns the favor, snagging the edge of my tank top with two hands while the others continue to explore my body.

  I am totally down for four-handed aliens.

  We are shirtless now and our bodies melt into one another, our skin hot against each other as we eagerly writhe together. I want more, though. Reaching down, my hand caresses Ejaw’s manhood and I can feel it growing even bigger, pushing hard against its constraints.

  “Here, let me fix that for you,” I whisper into Ejaw’s ear.

  I drag at his pants, pulling them down. For a moment I am fearful of its size, wondering if it will be simply too big for me. His cock springs free. It is desperate for me, searching, straining out for my touch.

  I have no choice but to oblige.

  The head of his penis is smooth and feels just like a human’s. I am glad of that. It means that we both work the same, that our bodies truly are made for each other.

  Breaking away, I duck my head downwards. Ejaw resists at first but I continue, pushing him backwards as I do so. Making him lie on his back, I crouch over him. My head lowering further and he gets my drift, his body relaxing now into the sofa as my lips meet his dick.

  He arches into me as my mouth envelops his cock. I suck at him, my tongue working the head, feeling the grove of him, tasting the slight salt and I groan in delight. My head bobs up and down as I work the entire length of him.

  His fingers are tangling in my hair, which is still damp from my shower.

  Other parts of me are damp too.