Alien Embrace

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by Tracy St. John

Amelia thought lazily, what does it matter? The men surrounding her had seen the show already. It no longer seemed like such a big deal.

  Whoa, girl. You’re drunk. You’d better get your head together, because you’re alone in a room with three men who already molested you.

  However, Amelia couldn’t summon the morality to care. In fact, as she looked over the big, muscled bodies that were works of art themselves, she wondered what it would be like to molest them.

  Rajhir leaned close, and she looked into his blue-purple cat eyes. His scent wafted over her, a pleasant cinnamon-y smell. She felt his warm breath on her lips as he spoke. “Are all Earther women so desirable?”

  Fingertips – Flencik’s? – brushed over her throat. Amelia caught her breath. The flesh felt sensitive there, more sensitive than it had ever been before. Flencik’s fingers drifted down to her breastbone, leaving a trail of heat.

  “You think I’m desirable?” Her words slurred a little.

  The fingertips moved to Amelia’s breasts, flattening so that the Imdiko’s huge hands covered them. She moaned, the heat from his touch spreading to her sex. Warmth trickled between her thighs.

  Rajhir’s hypnotic gaze held her captive as his face drifted closer. She closed her eyes as his moist lips brushed hers. “You are very desirable, lovely Amelia.”

  Chapter 2

  Rajhir’s tongue invaded Amelia’s mouth, filling it, stroking sinuously against her tongue. That touch alone was enough to make her writhe. His tongue was cat-scratchy, excitingly rough. As he tasted her, the massive hands on her breasts squeezed before pinching the engorged tips. The touch sizzled all the way down to her sex, as if hit by an electrical shock.

  Warmth coursed from the lips of Amelia’s sex as another pair of hands parted her thighs. Hot, questing fingers slid up the insides of her legs, pushing up the scant material of her dress up and over her hips. She lay completely exposed to the man rubbing her thighs with calloused tenderness. She imagined him watching the honey flow from her font and another stab of arousal shot through her.

  Rajhir pulled his mouth from hers and cupped her face in his hands. He gazed into her eyes as if trying to read her mind. Amelia felt embraced by the cool depths of his blue-purple eyes. Flencik continued to massage her breasts, his touch gentle and strong in turns. Breft’s fingers slid closer to her damp naked sex, tantalizing with their nearness to her pleasure button.

  I’m not supposed to be doing this, she thought and giggled at her own naughtiness. The combination of Plasian wine and insistent hands made it impossible to resist the ravishing. Her senses rocked and her insides tumbled with excitement. She’d never known such demanding need as what pulsed in her gut now.

  “What are you?” Rajhir whispered, still staring down at her. “So afraid and yet so quick to kindle to passion. How does one like you exist?”

  Apparently, he required no answer to his strange question. Rajhir inclined his head, his lips parted to kiss her again. He plundered her mouth, his wicked tongue sweeping across her teeth, flicking the roof of her mouth, twining around her tongue.

  Flencik drew Amelia’s bodice away from her breasts, exposing the ripe globes to his warm breath. He kneaded one with a strong hand while his hot mouth closed over the other. He drew as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, sucking hard and scraping teeth on the tender flesh. She moaned into Rajhir’s mouth, the little twinge of pain from the Imdiko’s teeth enhancing the greater pleasure of being possessed.

  Breft dipped the tip of one finger into the well of moisture pooled between her legs. She jerked in reaction to feel him so close to where she felt hottest. It almost seemed her intimate passage yawned wide, begging to be filled. Instead of accepting the invitation, the Nobek swirled the wet finger around her clitoris, sending tiny shocks of need through her belly. Her hips moved of their own accord, trying to get his elusive touch to make full contact with the throbbing bud.

  Rajhir finally drew back, and Amelia gasped raggedly. Her whole body was one hungry ache, begging for satisfaction. The Kalquorians were driving her mad for release.

  What was in that drink? Bad girl, naughty girl, she thought. What would Israla think if she knew how you’re abusing her hospitality? Do you think she’d want to join in?

  Amelia giggled again, shocked and amused at the audacity of her own thoughts. Rajhir’s smile was questioning.

  “What if the Saucin doesn’t approve? This is her home we’re being so audacious in.” Amelia pretended horror.

  Breft chuckled as he stroked the moist lips of her sex. She felt ready to explode down there and wriggled uncontrollably. She really wanted him to put his fingers inside her.

  Rajhir stroked her hair. “You have much to learn of Plasian culture. This room and others Saucin gives to guests for use.”

  “And wine to lower prudish Earther inhibitions. You do know I don’t usually kiss on the first date?” Amelia tittered. She not only felt insanely aroused but also effervescent and ridiculously happy. All sense seemed to have left her head, and she didn’t care.

  Rajhir grinned. “I am glad you decided to kiss me.”

  His mouth crushed down on hers once more. He kissed her deeply, devouring her. All laughter disappeared, replaced by voracious need. Amelia groaned.

  She felt Flencik gather the strips of her bodice in his fists, and he slowly ripped her dress down the front, the fabric purring apart. The almost violent act only excited Amelia more. They wanted her, and they would have her. There was no escape. Amelia surrendered to the knowledge without a qualm.

  The warm air caressed her body, now fully bared to the clan’s exploration. Flencik’s mouth and hands resumed their play on her breasts, his tongue and teeth alternating; lapping and sucking one moment, gently nipping the next while squeezing.

  Amelia groaned when Breft’s fingers slid down the length of her aching sex. He traced a wet trail over her clitoris, and she cried out into Rajhir’s mouth.

  Breft’s fingers closed over the bud between her legs. He rolled the swollen flesh between his finger and thumb, and she convulsed hard. Bright elation flared for an instant, nearly sending her into cataclysm. Then the warmth of his rough tongue probed her sex. He pushed in and out of her, pausing from time to time to suck on her clitoris. Amelia trembled violently and clutched Rajhir’s broad shoulders as the Nobek tasted her tender pink flesh. She lay open to them all, sensual buffet for them to dine upon; Rajhir feasting on her mouth, Flencik suckling hungrily at her breasts, Breft devouring her sex.

  A feather touch brushed her anus. For a moment Amelia forgot to breathe. No one had ever touched her there, and the fog of arousal intensified even as she felt a twinge of fear. Breft’s finger circled the tight flesh, and she flushed with new heat at the decadently thrilling sensation. His finger slipped into her wet sex before returning to tease her anus.

  Rajhir released her mouth to run his tongue across her jaw and up to her ear. “Is it good, Amelia? Do we please you?” he breathed.

  She was at their mercy and loved being helpless, incapable of fighting the effects of the drink, their greater strength, her own desperate need. “Very much,” she sighed.

  Rajhir’s eyes darkened with desire at her admission, and his mouth closed over hers again. Breft’s finger stopped tracing the edge of her nether orifice and settled on it. He pressed the tight flesh, and his finger slid inside her.

  Amelia cried out in shock. It felt strange, but Breft’s fingers on her clitoris quickened their pace, and she surrendered to him without a fight. His thick finger moved within her, stirring a curious hunger, an arousal greater than any she’d known before. She felt herself softening, opening to his touch. His careful movements reassured her. Her sex grew wetter in response to the gentle violation of her anus. The hunger of her loins grew at the unthinkable but delightful intrusion. Her hips moved in rhythm with the stroking finger, then a second when he pressed it in too. The fingers twisted, circled, stretching her gently. A curious, deep pleasure accompanied th
e strange invasion. She nearly forgot to breathe as bliss surged.

  Rajhir released her. He stood, looming over the group like a dark angel. “She is ready to learn about us. I will take her now,” he said.

  He peeled his formsuit from his muscled body. Amelia looked over the amazing physique as he bared it from the neck down. He was beautiful, as beautiful as a Greek statue, so utterly perfect with his wide shoulders, chiseled chest, tight abdomen, and…

  As soon as she saw what stood erect between his legs, she nearly screamed. All at once, the intoxication of the leshella disappeared, leaving her cringing and frightened.

  Rajhir had two penises.

  The one in front was larger than those of the two men who had forced themselves on Amelia back on Earth. Rajhir’s forward cock was huge, in fact. Smooth like a bullet, it tapered at the end. It stood rigid as if carved of marble. It was shaded a deeper brown than the rest of Rajhir’s skin.

  The smaller organ, a couple of inches behind the first, had no opening for fluid release. Amelia could discern no function for the rigid member. Was it only for anal stimulation? Was that why Breft used his finger in that taboo orifice, to accustom her to the sensation? Both organs glistened with moisture. She realized through her shock that the Kalquorian males secreted their own lubricant.

  Breft rose from his position between her legs, removing his hands from her aching flesh. Before she could think of what to do, Rajhir took his place, bringing his hips low to meet hers. She felt his organs prod both her openings and tensed in fear.

  * * * *

  Rajhir felt the openings he desired tighten. Amelia’s eyes were wide with sudden terror, and he barely stopped himself in time from plunging in.

  Though his cocks throbbed insistently to be consumed in the soft, sweet body beneath his, something in his chest tightened to see how afraid the little Earther was of him. The Dramok didn’t like Amelia looking at him that way. It didn’t matter that heat radiated from her sex, enticing him to immerse himself in that sweet warmth. She was scared of him, and that wasn’t what he wanted for their first time together.

  The wine-induced haze had faded from her eyes. Damn it, she was actually shaking. Rajhir’s stomach curled in on itself to be the cause of such terrified trembling.

  “Don’t hurt me, please. I’ve never — I mean, Earther males don’t have those — the second sex organ. Please stop.” She struggled to rise from the lounger, trying to free herself of the men holding and caressing her.

  The three Kalquorians held her down gently, not needing to expend much effort to do so. She was so helpless. Amelia was indeed a most vulnerable creature in need of the protection of a clan.

  Rajhir smiled at her though his heart thumped hard at the way she cringed. “Amelia. Little one. Calm. I no hurt you.”

  She stopped her attempts to pull free. Her throat worked as she swallowed hard. “You won’t? Are you sure?”

  “We go slow. Careful. You like.” He put as much reassurance in his voice as possible, though he struggled with her language in the attempt to soothe her fears. “I am happy to be the man to share new secret of your body with you.”

  Flencik covered her face with kisses. “It will no hurt in bad way, little one,” he said. He cupped her head in his hands and smiled gentle reassurance. “Relax. Enjoy. Rajhir good with this. You discover great pleasure. We satisfy needs you are not told.”

  “I’m not allowed. It’s against Earth law to—”

  “We are no on Earth,” Rajhir interrupted. “This is legal on Plasius. Legal on Kalquor. You are no breaking law.”

  He caressed the sweet rosebud of her rear entrance. Amelia jerked a little at the touch, and he felt her juices slip over his fingers. The evidence that she was at least titillated by an activity that was apparently clandestine to her kind encouraged him.

  Rajhir kept coaxing her. “Breft make you ready. You will feel only small pain that brings much pleasure. Do you understand?”

  Amelia licked her lips. Something of what he’d said registered in the sudden dilation of her eyes. Carnal knowledge passed over her expression. It made Rajhir’s cocks pulse fiercely, filling them with great ardor. She did know the joys of erotic pain. Before Amelia could find another protest, Rajhir pressed himself against her. His slick members inched their way inside her, easily at first thanks to the tapered tips and their combined wetness. Then she clamped down on him as the circumference of his erections grew and he carefully forced past the tightness. His hands gripped her hips, holding her still for his invasion.

  “Push against me, Amelia. Open to me,” he urged.

  She did despite making small cries of protest, submitting entirely to Rajhir. The tightness eased to allow him to press deep. His breath caught to feel her so snug around him, yet still soft and yielding. Her sex and anus were tight-fitting sleeves, opening to welcome him into moist warmth. He felt a kick deep in his groin, in the space between his two cocks. The Dramok had never felt anything so sweet as this Earther’s sumptuous body giving in to his.

  “Good, little Amelia. That is good.”

  Her eyelids fluttered. Then her mouth and eyes widened as a surprised look took over her face.

  “Oh,” she breathed.

  Rajhir’s heart thudded in his chest. Did he dare to hope that was pleasure suffusing her lovely face?

  * * * *

  Amelia’s moans of half-hearted objection quickly faded as the amazing sensations overtook her. Her anus, virgin territory until now, delighted in the aching intrusion of the steel of alien flesh. It stretched to welcome Rajhir into her most secret orifice.

  All rational thought, the knowledge that what she was allowing was punishable by death back on Earth, it all washed away on the swelling tide of arousal. The burning discomfort of accepting Rajhir in the most taboo way possible only excited her senses beyond control. Amelia was being filled as she’d never imagined, and even if she hadn’t been helpless to stop Rajhir she would have allowed this wonderful violation. He took her, this commanding alien; he took her as if it was his right. She made little helpless cries, wetness pouring out to ease his passage. He took his time as he impaled her with himself. The warm tickle of her sex warned her of impending climax. She felt she must burst with the size of him, and still he pressed in more. She strained to open herself to him, hungry to be filled.

  At last he stopped, his gasps loud in the small room. He looked down at where they joined, his pupils so wide that only the slightest touch of purple outlined them. Amelia had never seen anyone so beautiful as Rajhir was in this moment of sublime joining.

  “Warm,” he breathed, his face rapturous with sensation. “So warm and soft. You are a wonder, my little one.”

  His tone was one of absolute reverence. It startled and moved Amelia. No one had ever spoken to her that way. The Dramok caressed her face, his fingers trembling minutely, as if he touched a holy relic.

  Kneeling upright between her thighs, Rajhir’s hips rocked against Amelia’s. He moved easily within her, and the delicious friction within both her passages made her arch against him in reaction. Flencik bent over her to caress her face and breasts. She gripped the Imdiko’s shoulders, desperately needing something to hang onto as heat built quickly within her belly. Her legs wrapped around Rajhir’s waist of their own free will, giving her the leverage to buck against him, to drive deep him inside. The Dramok responded to her need with a growl, pumping his hips harder and faster. He gripped her buttocks in both hands, squeezing the pliable flesh to hold her still as he plunged even deeper into her flesh.

  Flencik shifted to watch his leader dive into Amelia’s body and emerge glistening. Breft also stared, his wet lips parted. Far from being self-conscious, Amelia’s excitement grew as they watched Rajhir take her, as their close-fitting formsuits betrayed their arousals.

  I can’t do anything to stop them, Amelia thought. The full weight of her helplessness against these creatures fell upon her. No matter how she might struggle or beg, they would do as the
y pleased with her because they knew she wanted it. The realization fed her desire and tipped her over the edge.

  Orgasm exploded through her with pure electric warmth. She cried out and hung onto Flencik as Rajhir rocked steadily inside her. In time with his rhythm, wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, shattering her into a million pieces. She screamed peals of ecstasy.

  Slowly Amelia came down from the high of the incredible climax. Even as her body calmed, Rajhir’s continued lovemaking kept her pleasure at a steady hum. She’d never come more than once during each episode of sex before and doubted she would this time either. Still, she enjoyed the sensation of having Rajhir move inside her. She glowed with the aftereffects of the sublime release.

  Flencik shifted over her, and his tunic was pulled from him. It took Amelia a moment to realize Breft undressed his clanmate. These Kalquorians sure aren’t inhibited, she thought, letting the Imdiko kiss her. While not as demanding as Rajhir had been, he tasted her mouth with a sweet thoroughness. His tongue was hot, the flesh pleasantly rough.

  His hand grasped hers, and he pulled it to his naked sex. “Touch me,” he said and wrapped her slender fingers around his thick front penis.

  He was wet, and Amelia’s hand slid over his organ easily as she pumped. She felt the thud-thud of his pulse in the vein on his organ’s underside. Flencik closed his eyes, his expression rapturous.

  “Now the other,” he said, guiding her hand. She felt for the smaller penis and rubbed it in time with Rajhir’s rhythm. The Dramok’s thrusts into her had been joined by his fingers massaging her clitoris. She felt a spike of intense pleasure and wondered if she would experience a second orgasm after all.

  She stroked Flencik’s organs with one hand and explored the contours of his chest with the other. His skin over the rock-hard muscle felt smooth and warm. His tongue slipped in her mouth to taste her.

  A shadow fell over them. They looked up to see Breft standing there, his formsuit open to allow his dual organs to jut from his groin like exclamation marks. “I need,” he said.

 

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