Alien Breed: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance

by Penelope Woods

  But something is off with this planet. When I first saw it, I thought it had a life of its own. Now, it’s almost like it doesn’t really exist.

  I need to get out of this headspace.

  I wonder how it must be for Turin. I guess he has Zakar to worry about. I can’t even imagine what that must be like…

  On the way to the other starship, we cross through a threshold of green and yellow leaves. The air cools. In front of us rests a small hot spring. The water is light blue and milky, and inviting.

  It’s like it was waiting for us to enjoy.

  Heat emanates from the surface. I run to dip my hands into the water.

  “We should go for a swim,” I say.

  Turin looks around before wagging his head. “Maybe for a few minutes,” he says.

  I take off my boots. Then my socks.

  I turn, biting the center of my top lip. “Um...”

  “You have seen me,” he says. “All of me. Why are humans so scared to show their skin?”

  My eyes drop. He thumbs the underside of his shaft until it solidifies. To him, getting his cock hard in public isn’t a violation of anyone’s safety or privacy. It’s just what you do on planet Avalon.

  I’m a target. His target. And I want to give in to his need.

  So I give him everything I’ve got.

  I keep my butt toward him as I roll my shirt over my head. Closing my eyes, the chill air wraps around my shoulders and ribcage.

  I click my bra off.

  Behind me, I can hear him walking toward me. I can smell his manly scent, an oaky, sharp herbaceous musk of power and protection.

  He wraps his arms around my chest, cupping his palms around my breasts. Tweaking my nipples, he smells up my neck. A warm sensation fills my heart, spreading down to my pussy.

  A sensation that opens me up and makes me vulnerable.

  My neck hurts from being so uptight, but he seeks to ease my pain.

  He kisses the curve of my neck. Tongue tasting flesh, my nose inhales his heavy pheromones.

  Just as he was designed to take me, I was designed to take him. I just didn’t know it, yet. If I’m being completely honest, I still don’t know it, but I’m not telling him to stop.

  I shiver as his hand slithers past my navel, molding into the folds of my crotch. He unhooks my pants and forces the heavy fabric down.

  One push. Another push. By the third, my ass and panties are hanging out. He pushes me to my knees. I splash into the water, and he pulls them off my ankles like a brute.

  “I thought you said we only have a few minutes,” I say, heart racing.

  I’m on all fours, hands, arms, and legs pressed into the shallow lake’s soil. The warmth surrounds me, but I can’t stop looking at his size.

  I’ve been with some “big” guys, but his cock defies logic. No pussy could fit that thing.

  This is dangerous, and not just because I know how much this is going to sting. One loud noise could tip off our hunters.

  What are we doing? We are giving into the inevitable lust of the jungle.

  “You will do what I say,” he commands.

  I like that he makes me feel small. I like how he holds me, groping me like he needs my fuck to survive.

  Kissing down my spine, he stops near my ass cheeks, spreading wide.

  Clenching my eyes shut, I hyperventilate. His hands form around my ass. Fuck, his hot mouth is folding over the center of my panties. His tongue scrapes the fabric.

  The warm wetness of his hunger drives me into a dizzying frenzy. Regaining some confidence, I ease back onto his face. As I drive my hips up, he tears my panties to the side.

  I grind down and really feel him. And as soon as I do, I know I won’t regret this.

  I flew across the universe for this treatment.

  Tongue snaking through my lips, he lingers inside me as his mouth closes around my clit.

  I let out an exalted moan and clench.

  He gives me one finger, easing it in and out. It feels like three.

  I breathe. I can do this.

  I can take his cock.

  My body gives way to his pleasure, and I come to terms with the fact that he knows my pussy better than I do.

  As I grind against him, his mouth closes and suctions to me like a tentacle. His hot breath wafts against my lips.

  He eats me like ice cream.

  He rolls my hood back and swivels the edge of his tongue. Licking, sucking, and kissing my taught bead of pleasure.

  The final cherry on top of sensual cream.

  He’s got me locked to him. I swell. I ache. I grab onto the root of a tree, but my body gives up on me. I’m about to fucking come.

  “What. Are. You?” I stammer and choke.

  Hot, wet pleasure. His mouth feeds my pussy an orgasm I’ll never come down from. He curls two fingers inside me and pulls like an anchor.

  “I’m your master, human,” he moans.

  Blast off.

  His words make me come faster than a comet flying through the night sky.

  Rolling his fingers against my spot, he massages. Tenderly, at first. Then, deeper. The pads of his fingers feel dense. A dull ache of satisfaction vibrates within.

  I can’t believe it.

  I try to hold it all inside. The emotions hit so hard, and they cause me to spasm in a not-so-sexy way.

  He doesn’t give a fuck about any of the awkwardness.

  My eyes are locked to his, and he’s looking at me like I’m the entire galaxy. I don’t get it. I’m no one special. But to him, I am.

  I’m so special he wants to own me.

  He slides in a third finger, through my hole. I lurch back and forth, trembling from twisted delight.

  He takes his hand from me and kisses the back of my head. “Mm. Good.”

  “You—You--”

  I don’t know what to say. I’m stunned, but my entire body is filled with excitement. Needless to say, it has caught me off guard, but I’ve become as obsessive and feral as him.

  I need more.

  I roll and wade back into the water. The milky blue liquid feels so good around my flesh. His skin is glowing brighter than ever.

  Turin follows me into the hot spring.

  He takes hold of my hips, pulling me back to him. I can feel his cock bob against my inner thigh, searching for my pussy as if it has a mind of its own.

  “I want to come inside you,” he growls.

  I let him hoist me into his arms, steam rising around both our bodies. I want to believe this makes sense.

  It doesn’t matter if it does.

  My entire life I’ve tried to make sense of how things went. I worked my ass off. I strove to be the best, but what or who was that work for?

  They lied to everyone. The American people. Earth. Fucking everyone.

  Maybe living a life that “makes sense” doesn’t make any sense at all.

  “You want to… breed me?” I ask, gulping.

  Placing his thumb against my lip, I close my mouth and suck. He slides against my tongue, slowly reaching the back of my throat.

  Patiently, I hold him there without gagging.

  “I need to impregnate you,” he says.

  I look into his eyes. He’s serious, I know that. But this is a big deal.

  This is something I never thought I’d allow. A baby. Another chance at losing a family.

  I can’t handle the thought of losing another.

  He nudges his forehead against mine, noses gliding together. “Give me what I want,” he commands. “Give me what I crave.”

  “What if I lose you?” I ask.

  Am I really thinking about letting him do this?

  “See my skin? It had never done this before I found you,” he says.

  He’s still glowing, and he’s not letting me go. The more he holds me, the more I lower myself down. I can feel the crown of his cock press against my lips.

  My jaw drops.

  “Kiss me,” he whispers.

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p; We kiss, tongues absorbing taste like a sponge. His lips glide against mine, and we away back only to fall forward even harder.

  His cock edges inside me. He tries thrusting, but a splitting pain forces me back.

  I tense and pull away, tears swelling my eyes and sinuses. He moves me across the water, easing back. “I won’t leave you,” he says.

  My throat closes. “What did you just say?”

  “I won’t betray you like the others in your life,” he says. “I was designed to fight, so I will fight for you.”

  My chest swells with both pain and adoration.

  I’m still learning how to feel natural with someone new. In this moment, I have someone who’s on my side. It’s different.

  It’s good.

  It makes the pain fade into pleasure.

  I relax and throw my arms around his eminent body, hugging his shoulders. I kiss his neck as he thrusts upward.

  I’m filled with him. His magnificence owns me, but his eyes tell me he needs more.

  He rests both hands around my hips. The inches tug against my walls, but as he gets deeper, there’s no way to stop him from driving in all the way.

  I take every single inch.

  “There you go, sweetheart,” he says. “You hear me? You did it.”

  I let out a pained grunt and breathe.

  His hands clench tighter. “Feel me,” he says.

  “I don’t know if I can do it,” I mutter, pushing my ass back.

  He bucks forward and forces me against the rocky wall of the hot spring. “Take me,” he growls.

  My body spasms. “Oh, fuck.”

  He starts to fuck me. Without warning, he uses the rocks to force my legs apart. With smooth, sensual thrusts, he whispers, “See? It’s not so bad. You are adaptable.”

  I absorb him.

  He uses me, directing my body to fit his needs. As soon as I give in to his ruthless fuck, the pain fades into twisted pleasure.

  He eases on me, sliding out to grab the ledge onto land. He lowers his hand. “I need to mount.”

  He hoists me from the hot spring. The stagnant, humid air tempts me to be filthy.

  It invites me to act primal and savage.

  I lower onto the grass and crawl toward him. He stands, observing, silent and bold. I take his cock, tracing my palm across the throbbing shaft. I spit and spread my saliva across him.

  I spit again, making sure he’s covered in my fluids.

  Leaning my bag against a tree, I spread my legs and show him my pussy.

  “I wish you could see what I see,” he says, gruffly.

  “I’m not that groomed,” I say, face turning hot with shame.

  I’ve tried to maintain it, but there didn’t seem to be a point. I grew it out, and now, I’m embarrassed with how I look.

  He reassures me this not just what he needs. This is what he wants, too. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” he growls.

  Gripping his cock, he strokes and spills pre-cum.

  He lowers over me like a panther, licking and tasting my nipples. Kissing my stomach, he reaches my pelvis. He bucks forward and slides his shaft through my pubes.

  “You drive me crazy with lust,” he moans, biting his lip as the pleasure seems to him.

  Did I mention the word primal? With him, I don’t have to give a fuck about any standards. I can be whatever I want.

  He eases up and down, dropping his face to kiss mine. I grind my hips up, feeling the bark scrape against my back. The earth cakes underneath my ass, and his hands grab my dirty skin, spreading mud.

  This is something I would never do. This is filth.

  I live for it.

  He forces my legs open, abdomen pressed against mine. His arms wrap around the base of the tree, trapping me.

  One dark look in the eyes, and he whispers, “I will breed you, tiny one.”

  My jaw falls open.

  Help?

  He penetrates me.

  His thick and prodding head, growing larger as desire brings us together, forcing me open. There’s nothing I can do except hold on for the ride.

  I trace my palms across his impressive abdomen, feeling every single ripple harden underneath my fingertips.

  His biceps tighten around me, chest pressed against my cheek. Driving into me, he quivers and stops, cock bobbing inside of me.

  “No,” he growls. “Not, yet.”

  He pulls out and pinches the head of his cock, breathing.

  My pussy is throbbing.

  “Please,” I beg. “Give me what you promised me.”

  This is all so reckless, but I’ve weighed the pros and cons.

  Pros: A superhuman badass baby.

  Cons: A pregnancy with a possessive alien.

  This is just a fantasy. We don’t know if this will even work. He was designed to breed, but it was not tested on any humans.

  Maybe he shoots blanks.

  I open my legs and run my fingers through the hair above my pussy. Spreading my lips, I beg him for what he was designed to expel.

  “Breed me,” I demand. “Give me all of your seed.”

  His chest rises and falls as oxygen courses through his lungs. Baring his teeth, he drops back down and bites my clavicle.

  I shiver and force away as the sharpness of his teeth draws blood. It feels so good, I take hold of his muscular butt and use both hands to guide him back inside me.

  It comes quick, the subtle vibration of his cock against my walls. He pumps me, harder now. His muscles bulge as he grunts near my ear. “You’re my treasure,” he whispers.

  “You’re my alpha,” I say. “The man I’ve been praying for years to come save me.”

  I don’t mean to say it. It just comes out.

  The end just always feels so good.

  He bucks one more time and slows. I nod and open wide. His pupils grow with satisfaction. His eyelids droop.

  “I’m going to fucking come,” he mutters.

  His blood warms his cock, and his head thickens. He’s close, and I fear he might give our location away with one single roar.

  I place my hand over his mouth. “Shh,” I whisper. “We have to be quiet. They’ll hear us.”

  His hips stutter back, but I clasp my legs around his waist, holding him near me.

  Finally, he closes his eyes and moans into my palm.

  He loses all control. Every bit of perfection written in his genes comes out.

  He relinquishes hot cum.

  Pump after pump, it shoots across my walls, in waves. He holds himself in, arching his back up, forehead scrunched. His seed spills down my thighs, spreading into the dark earth below.

  It’s the biggest load I’ve ever received.

  Kissing me, he comes down from his godlike experience. I can feel his heavy heart pumping against me as he forces me into a cuddle.

  It’s not the ideal place for some tenderness, but I needed this. It’s the one time I could disassociate from trauma.

  He gave me that chance.

  As we lay, Turin’s cock scrapes against my hole.

  He’s still hard.

  I can’t believe it.

  * * *

  Do I regret my actions?

  For the last thirty minutes, I’ve laid in the arms of an alien, exploring his massive body. Only, I’m not seeing him for what he is. I’ve come back down to reality, and I’m just not sure of anything anymore.

  Was this a good idea? Probably not. Did I do it? Absolutely.

  Sometimes, my heart feels at peace. Other times, I wonder if I’ll ever get it to stop sinking. Love is a bitch, but liking someone, someone so different from me almost feels worse.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks.

  I laugh and look into his eyes, observing the red of his pupils fade. His skin has no glow to it anymore.

  “I’m just thinking,” I say.

  “Uh, oh,” he replies.

  I kiss him, taste him, and spoon my backside closer to him.

  “You aren’t thinking about
what could happen?” I ask.

  “It is all I think about,” he responds. “But it is because I am… falling for you.”

  I swallow, chest resonating with a troubling pain. “So what do we do?”

  Edging his forehead against mine, he sighs. “I can see so much that humans cannot. Yet, I can’t predict the future. I can’t pretend to know the answer to such a question.”

  A deep melancholy washes over his face. He pauses. “I just don’t know.”

  And that’s just it. The big problem. There’s no clarity.

  But are we that different to think this can’t somehow work?

  I wish we could lay here in our own little Garden of Eden, but something always gets in the way. This time, it’s the mid-tone noise of someone yelling in the near distance. I recognize the voice instantly.

  “Fassbender,” I say.

  Our own snake in the grass.

  His voice picks up volume. He’s screaming at someone, and it can’t be Zakar.

  The crew!

  Maybe he didn’t kill them. It’s possible he kept them alive to convince them his plan is the virtuous one they should take.

  They wouldn’t believe a lie as heinous as that. However, they bore witness to my captivity. Turn was just trying to save me, but I’m not so sure Roy or Hugh would see it like that.

  I jump up and throw my clothes on. “Let’s check it out,” I say.

  Turin grabs my hand, pulling me back into his grasp. “I’ve been thinking of a different plan,” he says.

  “Yeah?”

  “Eventually, one party will kill the other, correct?” he asks.

  I groan, knowing where this is heading. He got one taste of me, and now he wants to keep going.

  “Sure,” I say. “Someone might have to die. That’s obvious. I’d rather it not be my crew.”

  He tries his best to get me to relax by massaging my neck and shoulders. It does feel great, but it’s not exactly changing my mind.

  “The planet is big, Naomi. Maybe it’s smarter to stay hidden in the jungle. Zakar or Fassbender will win the hunt. If it’s the human, we will have an easier fight ahead of us,” he says.

  As tempted as I am to follow through with being lazy, I can’t accept it. I’ve seen the horrific body of Zakar. I’ve seen what he can do.

  Without any extra supplies, Fassbender will have to think of other options. I have no doubt that Fassbender will lose this fight.

  I pull away from him, jogging through the forest. Reluctantly, Turin follows.