Taken by the Aliens

by Anna Lewis

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  The three of them walked up to Scarlett's apartment. They didn't back off even to let her open the door, their hands wandering over her body, never touching one another, but making sure that all of her was attended to. Her knees trembled and shook. She nearly fell, but managed to get the three of them inside. Hunter was the one to shut the door and make sure it was locked and Titus was the one to lead them down to the bedroom. Anticipation tightened in Scarlett's chest. Hunter came up behind her and kissed the side of her neck, pressing the length of his body against hers. He was wearing jeans, but she could still feel his hardness against her bottom. As he lavished attention on her neck and shoulders, Titus came up before her and helped her work her shirt off over her head. Hunter's hands came up to cup her breasts. Titus drew off his own shirt and tossed it carelessly aside. Scarlett reached out to touch his bare chest. The dragon tattoo on his arm seemed to move. He grabbed her hips and pulled her and Hunter towards the bed. Behind her she felt Hunter remove his shirt and then the heat of his bare skin against her back. His belt jingled as he undid it. Shoes were kicked off. While Hunter wrestled with his pants, Titus lifted Scarlett as easily as if she weighed no more than a child and deposited her on the bed, drawing her legs around his waist. His erection pushed against the throbbing ache of her clit between her legs. He leaned down to kiss her, arms around her waist and hands pressing against her back.

  The bed dipped as Hunter climbed on the other side and slipped behind her. She didn't need to look to know that he was completely naked. Titus still wore only his boxers. They didn't last for long. Scarlett used her feet to push at them until Titus understood what she was asking and removed them. Behind her, Hunter let his hands roam over her skin and nipped at the edge of her jaw. Scarlett gasped. His teeth were as sharp as they looked, but he knew how not to break the skin. He pulled her into his lap, all but sitting her on his cock, and kneaded at her breasts again. A look passed between him and Titus. Titus moved forward once more, between spread legs, and let the tip of his cock brush against Scarlett's soaking sex. She spread her legs wider and he gratefully slipped in.

  Her head fell back onto Hunter's shoulder, a long groan leaving her mouth. Titus had no difficulty thrusting into her. He lowered his head to kiss down her exposed throat and further down to her breasts. Hunter moved one of his hands to let Titus wrap his lips around the peak of her nipple. His teeth worked gently at the sensitive skin and his tongue soothed it. He was tireless, but his pace was quickly wearing Scarlett out. It had been so long since she'd had sex with anyone she had almost forgotten what anything other than her own hand felt like.

  Hunter made a needy noise in her ear. Scarlett turned her head to kiss him hard, pushing her tongue into his mouth and weaving her fingers into his hair. She gave Titus a gentle push on the chest. He growled deeply, but it wasn't an aggressive sound. He pulled out of her, both of them groaning, and let Hunter lift her onto him. Titus got to his knees and put his hands on Scarlett's hips, then buried his face between her thighs. Between the angle of Hunter's thrusts and the scrape of Titus' tongue over her clit, it wasn't long before she could feel her body tightening in the familiar signs of an orgasm.

  Hunter was struggling, but he found a pace that suited them both, not too fast but not too slow, and plenty hard. Scarlett listened with satisfaction to the thump of her bed against the wall as Hunter pounded into her. Her hands roamed over Titus' shoulders, then up to grab two fistfuls of his hair and hold him exactly where she wanted him. When she managed to glance down to where the three of their bodies joined the sight of them both fucking her nearly shoved her into her orgasm. As it was she barely managed to hold out for a few more seconds until Hunter choked out, “I'm gonna come.” He came very quickly after that. As far as warnings went it wasn't the best, but Scarlett wasn't in a place to complain. She was wordless as her own orgasm washed over her in heavy, deep waves that left her breathless and her chest and lungs aching from lack of air. It took precious few seconds for her to finally heave a great breath into the straining organs, her chest feeling like it was on fire until enough air circulated through her body. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst right out from behind her ribs.

  From between her legs Titus laughed. “I thought you'd have more stamina than that, wolf,” he said.

  “Fuck off,” Hunter replied breathlessly. He gently pulled out of her, groaning, and Scarlett whimpered at the loss of contact, but it didn't last for long. Before she could pull a proper breath of air into her lungs Titus had thrust into her again, burying himself as deeply as he could. Hunter held her steady as Titus fucked her, his hair falling into his face. His breathing was short, but it was clear that he wasn't having anywhere near as much trouble as Hunter had.

  Scarlett sighed with delight. Hunter chuckled in her ear and reached around to rub her clit. He still had a semi-erection that pressed enticingly against her arse. She wasn't sure where to put her hands as her second orgasm built, but she ended up grabbing the back of Titus' neck and the meat of Hunter's thigh, letting her moans fill the room. She heard a shaky moan fall from Titus' throat then felt him spill inside her. He slowed his thrusts, but it was several seconds before he pulled out.

  Scarlett could hardly move, but the boys recovered quickly. Titus cleaned up the mess their clothes had made and Hunter found tissues to clean up both himself and Scarlett. Without making Scarlett leave the bed he eased the blankets out from under her, discarding the top layer which definitely needed a wash, and tucked her in before sliding in behind her. Titus finished cleaning, then turned off the light and joined them, leaving Scarlett sandwiched between two hot, hard bodies. They all smelled of sweat and sex. Scarlett pushed her damp hair off her forehead and snuggled into Titus' chest. Hunter scooted forward to accommodate, leaving next to no space between them all.

  “I want to go to the country house,” Scarlett mumbled sleepily. She heard Titus say okay before she fell asleep.

  Epilogue

  Titus' country house looked like a typical English manor. Scarlett could tell that it was newer construction rather than having been built in the 1400s, but it was large and impressive and the house itself was well back from the roads. The entire property, Titus said as they drove up the winding driveway to the house, was gated off. It was the one place in the country where he could be himself without fear of persecution. Hunter seemed excited as well, which surprised Scarlett. As the house rose above the horizon Scarlett hoped that Titus and Hunter would spend some time getting to know one another. The two men agreed to the relationship the three of them had started, but they seemed reluctant to do much with one another without Scarlett there as well. Scarlett was more apprehensive than the two of them were. She had come to terms with their conditions for the relationship, but she knew that she would see both of their other forms in the flesh, and she wasn't sure how she would react. She hoped it wouldn't change anything. Logically she didn't see why it would. They would still be the same men she had grown to love, human shaped or not.

  She was left to her own devices almost as soon as they arrived at the front of the house. Titus pointed out where the basics were, including the bathrooms and the bedrooms they would be sharing, then took Hunter outside to the large garden in the back. Scarlett got herself a bottle of water from the well-stocked kitchen and took her time wandering the house. As Titus had first told her there were many artefacts carefully displayed and the house looked like it was well cared for despite the amount of time that Titus spent away from the estate.

  Suddenly there was a cry from the outside of the house, from the garden. She hurried to one of the back doors; namely the one from the kitchen. It hadn't been a human cry, but it had raised the hairs on Scarlett's neck. At first she saw nothing, but then a shadow passed over her and when she craned her head back she saw a large shape against the light of the sun. She shaded her eyes and the shape came into focus.

  A dragon. Like all the stories and pictures, with golden scales and g
reen eyes, was circling low in the sky, wings stretched wide. Scarlett's jaw dropped open. Her attention was brought back to the ground by a wet nose against her hand. She looked down to see what resembled a very large wolf. She quickly realized was a larger than average wolf. It had sleek black fur and icy blue eyes. It was Hunter. And the dragon in the sky was Titus. Scarlett's heart pounded almost right out of her chest. They were beautiful. Both of them. And even though they didn't have human faces Scarlett could tell that they were happy here, freely able to show the other side of themselves without fear of judgement.

  “I love you,” she said to them both, knowing that even Titus up in the sky could hear and understand her, and buried her fingers in the thick, soft fur at the nape of Hunter's neck. “And I never want to leave.”

  THE END

  = Bonus Book 9 of 11 =

  Terraformed Skies -

  Space Opera Romance

  A husky man with tan skin and sweat on his brow pulled off his shirt and wiped the beads forming on his forehead. He sighed and looked around, admiring the luscious green fields filled with all manner of vegetation. Leaning against his shovel, he looked over at his compadre and pointed up at a ship flying overhead.

  “It looks like another shipment of seeds,” he commented as he slung his shirt over his shoulder.

  “Indeed,” said his friend who leaned over to break the long vines keeping the pumpkins attached to the ground.

  “Do you need help, Peter?” Leonard asked.

  “Not at all, amigo,” Peter replied.

  Leonard watched as Peter broke the vine and then seamlessly hoisted the great pumpkin over his shoulder, turning to begin heading towards the greenhouse.

  “What are you doing tonight, Leonard?” Peter asked while waiting for his friend.

  Raising the axe over his head, Leonard struck the vine and detached the pumpkin in one swift motion, lifting it just as easily as Peter had. The two began walking carefully up the winding path towards the greenhouse where the vegetables would be tested and weighed, then sent to the factories surrounding the field to be distributed.

  “Well, I had thought about getting dinner at the café, but now I’m not so sure,” Leonard replied.

  “Why is that?” Peter asked.

  “I’m just not feeling terribly social,” he responded, adjusting the great pumpkin on his muscular shoulder.

  “I can understand that, amigo. Would you feel better if I went with you?” Peter offered.

  “Oh, I’ll be fine. I’ve got some packets at home that need to be eaten,” Leonard replied.

  “Alright. Just let me know.”

  The two walked steadily along the path, admiring the ships hovering overhead that were retreating for the day. In the distance, the sun was setting slowly and casting long shadows over the fields. The moon behind them loomed large in the sky, signaling the oncoming night. Leonard noticed the group of agriculture scientists inside the greenhouse who were bustling about in preparation for shutting down.

  I can’t wait to head home and rest, Leonard thought. I might even skip dinner.

  They reached the edge of the greenhouse and carefully placed the pumpkins in the scale. Leonard entered the weight on the keypad, and pressed his finger in the miniature black box that documented their growth for the day. The keypad displayed a gold star and beeped, congratulating him for a productive day. Leonard smiled and stepped aside to allow Peter to do the same.

  “What are we harvesting tomorrow?” Leonard asked, wiping his hands on his work pants.

  “I think we’re doing another round of pumpkins,” Peter replied, tapping the buttons in the keypad.

  “Sounds good, amigo. I’ll see you then,” Leonard said while waving.

  Leonard walked around the greenhouse and headed toward the main office, punching the numbers into the digital keypad and clicking on his name. A smiley face appeared on the digital display and wished him a good evening, Leonard offering a small grin in response.

  “Good evening, computer,” he muttered as he walked through the door.

  Inside, Leonard ran into another co-worked named Donnell who was wrapping his hand with gauze and an ice pack.

  “Good evening, amigo. How did that happen?” Leonard asked, getting a bottle of water from the fridge.

  “I must have lifted incorrectly,” Donnell explained while holding his hand steady. “I really ought to get that serum.”

  “The extended life serum? It’s certainly worth the price,” Leonard explained before taking a sip of water.

  The cool liquid slid down his throat and settled in his stomach, immediately hydrating him.

  “I’m just afraid of losing my living wage,” Donnell said.

  “They’ll debit the cost in installments from few paychecks if that works better for you,” Leonard said. “You’ll still have half to use for everything else.”

  “I suppose I should do that,” Donnell said with a sigh. “Say, did you catch the game this past weekend? It looks like our province is on a winning streak.”

  “Oh, I didn’t get to watch that. I was working overtime,” Leonard replied, adjusting the hat on his head.

  He stared at the fridge as Donnell outlined a play by play of the game, noting how their victory was due to a mistake on the opposing team. Every so often, Leonard nodded to show Donnell he was listening even though he had long since zoned out into his own head. He was tired. The day’s labor had taken a toll on him today. That was odd considering his new found strength and resilience. He had taken the extended life serum six months prior.

  For most field workers, it was recommended, having been tested for four years before finally being released to the public. Leonard was one of the first to give it a try and he had reaped the benefits ever since. He found his own muscles had nearly doubled in size and were capable of handling weight that typically required machines to transport.

  “...and that wasn’t even the greatest goal since 3086 when Flank Fennegan had scored during a triple threat match,” said Donnell.

  Leonard raised his eyebrows in Donnell’s direction. Donnell had a wide grin on his face from describing his favorite hockey matches.

  “They didn’t even have time to shave the ice. The ground was so uneven that it was near impossible to get a goal,” he explained. “And yet we won!”

  “That sounds amazing,” Leonard commented, raising the water bottle to his lips again.

  The digital television on the wall announced a province-wide curfew for factory and field workers, explaining that they were doing construction in the Green and Red fields to increase the fertility of the soil.

  “What do you know about that?” Donnell asked.

  “Nothing thus far. My chip hasn’t alerted me of much since I got it put in,” Leonard replied.

  “Mine just randomly advertises games and products,” Donnell explained. “I’ve regretted having it implanted ever since.”

  “They’re useless,” Leonard said.

  “Well, I wouldn’t say that too loud,” Donnell warned while grabbing his bag. “I’ll catch you tomorrow, amigo. Sleep well.”

  “You, too, compadre,” Leonard said.

  The room fell quiet when Donnell left, the silence ringing in Leonard’s ears as he focused back on the digital screen.

  “In other news, our great province has won another victory in the world series of hockey, taking the stadium by storm as spectators stormed the field in digital drones...”

  This doesn’t interest me, Leonard thought. Why am I still watching this?

  As the television droned on, he exited the office and made sure the door was firmly shut behind him. The last time he had left it unchecked, his superior had threatened to fire him on the spot. After pulling the handle twice, he walked in the direction of the monorail which would take him straight to his apartment.

  A wave of drones floated in the skies overhead and he could see faded images flash over his eyes, the chip in his right temple outlining the benefits of the new
curfew. It was 6:22 PM and he had to be in his apartment by 7:15 PM, according to the news anchor. He tapped his temple twice and the images disappeared, giving him some silence until he had to turn it back on before bed.

  The monorail pulled up as soon as he stepped on the platform, some late afternoon workers following him into the miniature pod. As they rolled along, most of them stared up into space, likely zoned into their own chips about the news, soap operas, or documentaries. Leonard stepped off on the third exit and walked up the cement sidewalk towards apartment C12, which housed what few belongings he owned. His eyes scanned the studio apartment and he sighed, watching the aquarium display in his window flash digital fish across the glass.

  In his mind, he heard a digital female voice announce, “Curfew commencing in thirty minutes. Workers must be in their homes. Curfew commencing soon. Works must--”

  Leonard tapped his temple again, sure that he had turned his chip off before stepping on the monorail. He must have been mistaken. Stepping over the threshold into the shower, he stripped and turned up the hot water. The shower head sputtered and then a steady stream of warm, soothing water fell upon his shoulders which eased his aching muscles. The next day, he would be doing the same routine, and the day after that as well. He wondered when he might be able to find himself a decent partner, a woman who would be of the same social class to greet him in their home after hours.

  Perhaps a day would come when he wouldn’t feel so alone. His compadres had each found their own bit of happy in a wife, and he longed for the companionship. There was nothing more satisfying than having a family, propelling the human race forward in order to keep developing. There weren’t many women who would take a field hand as a husband, but he was sure there was a woman out there who would love him and his rough exterior.

  The muscular shoulders rolled on the bed, loosening the tension in his neck. He stretched out and smiled, dreaming of a world where he had a wife and family, the house, the land, and maybe even his own growing business.