Stolen and Seduced

by Christine Pope

  "Tell me," Xil growled. "Now."

  I quickly scrolled to the end and my hearts skipped a beat. "We passed. Just about. I can't believe she detracted points for calling her for help. She keeps telling us to ask questions so she shouldn't penalise us for it. And we didn't choose her just because of her boobs..."

  Xil put a hand on my mouth, silencing me. "We passed. That's all that counts."

  He looked happier than I'd ever seen him. "Does that mean we've passed the entire course?"

  "Mmmmmrmmppfhh."

  He removed his hand, allowing me to speak with an apologetic wink.

  "No. All our grades will be added up and then an average will be calculated. This practical assignment is weighed pretty high though, so unless we did really badly in other parts of the course, we should pass."

  Another bing interrupted me. Our probing grades had arrived.

  My fangs extended as nerves threatened to take the better of me. I was desperate for a top grade in this. I'd thrown my hearts and soul into preparing for our female's probing and I thought it had gone exceptionally well. Professor Katila had counted the speech into the abduction assignment, so I didn't have to worry about that. It was only the probing and that had gone splendidly, right? We'd made our little abductee come. That alone should give us the highest grade possible.

  "Do you want me to?" Xil offered when I didn't open the message.

  I nodded, suddenly feeling weak in my knees. This was just a grade, just a test. But no, it was so much more. My honour as a medic was at stake. I had to do well. Had to.

  "She praises your preparation and dedication... she likes that you created your own probes... but you shouldn't have offered our abductee a choice..."

  "But that would have been impolite!" I protested. "I wanted her to feel safe and by giving her control over what was happening, she felt more confident."

  Xil shrugged. "Just saying what Professor Katila wrote. Let me continue."

  I sighed and sat down on the bed. I was starting to think we might not get a good a grade on this as I'd hoped.

  "Us touching her was unprofessional," the captain grunted. "We should have restrained her instead. And she says your probing was useless. It held no scientific value because your probes didn't actually film her insides or measure things like her temperature."

  I stared at him, unbelieving. "But..."

  "We failed," Xil interrupted. "We klatting failed."

  "It can't be. It went so well. She even said that she enjoyed the probing. I-"

  I covered my face in my hands. The day had started so well yet now, I just wanted to punch something. Or someone, namely Professor Katila.

  "She says the abductee should not have been consulted on whether she liked the probing or not, at least not during the procedure," Xil said, still reading our results. "And while the Professor appreciates that we didn't want to harm her, the probing turned sexual rather than academic, especially with all of us touching her."

  He grimaced. "I don't regret touching her boobs."

  I didn't regret probing her either. It had been a special experience and I wouldn't let the Professor taint the memory of it. Of course, we hadn't wanted to hurt our female. She was going to be ours for the rest of our lives and starting that relationship with pain was a bad idea. Surely our teacher understood that?

  Klat.

  "We failed one and passed one," Xil summarised. "What's next?"

  "They'll take a look at all the reports we've submitted since we started the course. If our average grade means we've failed, there'll be a final interview with both us and the abductee...Trish. That could save us."

  The captain looked grave. "Let's assume that we failed the reports too. That means that Trish's opinion could mean life or death for us. In a figure of speech, anyway. I guess the course doesn't matter as much, not now that the abduction was successful."

  "True, but I still want to pass."

  "Me too," he admitted. "It would feel like a failure if we don't. We can't do much about our own interviews, but we can make sure Trish only has the best to say about us. We need to make the mating a success. We've prepared well, but will it be enough?"

  "We've got a large bed, lacy underclothes and recordings of human couples. We can also hold hands while lying on the bed to tick off another seduction strategy. Plus Matar is kissing her just now, that should count for a lot."

  I wished it was me in Matar's position. I couldn't wait to feel her lips against my fangs, my venom dripping onto her tongue. Our ancestors' venom could be lethal, but what we were left now only had a slightly intoxicating effect, increasing positive emotions and sensations. Fanged Kardarians were highly prized prostitutes for that reason.

  "Let's get changed," Xil said and produced a stack of black clothes. Those had to be the ones he'd made. I wasn't keen on wearing something when in bed with Trish, but if it was their tradition to wear damaged clothes, then so be it. Maybe she'd take pleasure in making the holes even bigger so she could access my cock.

  I changed in record time, eager to be ready in case Matar and Trish joined us. I ended up wearing a black shirt than only covered the top half of my chest - and that only in pieces since holes and loose threads were too copious to count - and tight black leggings with one leg longer than the other. Again, Xil had made sure to add as many holes as possible without tearing the fabric into pieces.

  His own outfit was similar, except that he wore shorts that didn't leave a lot to the imagination. One of his balls was clearly visible, while his two cocks strained against the fabric. Maybe we should provide Trish with some scissors to make it easier to unwrap us.

  Xil left Matar's clothes by the door. He'd just have to get changed as quickly as possible once he got here.

  While the captain went to get some drinks, including the water liquid Trish needed for survival, I chose one of my favourite human copulation videos. It had two males and one female in it. Hopefully, that wasn't too removed from tradition. I could have chosen a couple, but I thought this would make it more obvious to our female that all three of us wanted to get involved with her. We'd abducted her together and we'd mate her together. Maybe not all at the same time since she lacked the orifices for that.

  Xil

  When I returned to the bedroom, I met Matar and Trish in the corridor just outside. Her lips were red and swollen. Had Matar hurt her? If so, I'd punch him until his green skin turned blue.

  She stared at me as if she hadn't seen me before. Had he taken her mind while kissing? Anger roared through me and I barely managed to hold onto the tray topped with four drinks.

  "What are you wearing?" she asked in a strange voice. Her eyes wandered up and down my body, lingering on my crotch for a long time. I checked to make sure neither of my cocks was showing, but they were mostly hidden, with only some of my skin peeking beneath the black fabric.

  "Clothes, with holes," I said proudly. "Do you like it?"

  "Holes..." she muttered, clearly impressed. Her face did weird things, contorting and quivering.

  "Is everything alright?" I asked, starting to get concerned at her behaviour. Matar had to have damaged her.

  When she didn't reply, I turned to him, growling. "What did you do to her?"

  He flinched. "Nothing. We kissed. A lot." He smiled sheepishly. "And my tail may have slipped under her clothes."

  I gaped at them. He'd started the mating process without us? Had he penetrated her with his tail? This was completely out of order.

  "Get inside, change," I snapped, pleased he immediately followed my command, almost running into the bedroom. Even though the three of us were all in this together, I was still the captain. I was in charge and I'd make sure the mating would be perfect for our female.

  I smiled at her even though I was still confused by her expression. "Did he do something to you?"

  "No. At least, nothing I didn't want him to. But...explain to me why you're wearing this? Is this some sort of tradition?"

  I stared at Tri
sh. Had I misread her completely? "It's your tradition, is it not? We read about humans wearing special clothes when trying to seduce each other. Garments with lots of holes to tease. I think Matar called it lacy."

  "Lace. Oh my goodness, did you try to make lingerie?" she squealed and covered her mouth with her hands. "That's so adorable!"

  Adorable hadn't been what I'd tried to go for - sexy, masculine, seductive had been my intention - but I'd take it.

  "Is it what you'd wear on Peritus?"

  "Peritus? Ah, you mean Earth, I keep forgetting you have a different name for it. And no, not quite. Usually, it's the woman who wears the lingerie, not the guys."

  I looked down at myself in disappointment. I'd thought I'd got this right, but it seemed we'd failed yet again. Chances of passing the IGU course got slimmer with every moment.

  "Hey, but you look great," she said and reached out to me, only to pull her hand back just before she touched my chest. "Thank you for trying to make this like what I'm used to. Not that I've ever owned any lingerie-"

  "You haven't?" I asked dumbfounded. "But how do you - or have you never-"

  "It wasn't a necessity and I didn't have money for anything that wasn't essential," she explained without answering what I'd tried to ask. I supposed it didn't matter if she'd mated before. She was ours now and she'd never return to whatever human male she'd shared her body with.

  "We'll make you as much lacy clothes as you want," I promised. "You can show me how they're supposed to look like. But now, would you like to join us in watching a recording of a human couple?"

  Her gorgeous eyes widened in surprise. Her pupils were much larger than ours, only leaving a small ring of colour around them, but I thought that only made her more attractive.

  "Are we going to watch a movie? A romantic one? That's so sweet. Will there be popcorn?"

  "What's that? My translator didn't get that."

  "Snacks. Something to eat while watching."

  "Why would you want to eat?" I asked. "I was planning to hold hands with you."

  And copy some of the things happening on the screen, but it didn't feel right to say that yet. I wanted to surprise her.

  "That's very sweet."

  I wasn't sure why she kept describing everything as sweet. Did she think we were like confectionary? Humans were strange. Although maybe she expected my seed to be sweet. I had no idea if it was. I'd never asked a female to taste it. Was that something humans did?

  The thought of it made my cocks swell further. I was about ready to burst. The anticipation had made me hard and ready for her. I hoped the recording Havel had chosen wasn't too long. I had no patience to sit and watch other people fuck without being inside Trish.

  I pressed a button on my comms to open the bedroom door for her, incredibly pleased that I'd remembered that part of seduction etiquette. She gasped as soon as she entered, then began laughing so loud it almost hurt my ears.

  "What on Earth have you done to your clothes?" she exclaimed. "Get out of them, that's about the unsexiest thing I've ever seen. You look like you're vagrants."

  I didn't know what a vagrant was, but I liked that she wanted us to undress. I got out of my lacy outfit quicker than I thought possible. I followed her into the room, proud of how high my erect cocks were reaching. Maybe she'd let me rut her right away, without the delay of watching that recording.

  She turned to look at me, did a strange gurgling sound and swirled around again. "I meant put on something else, not get naked," she squeaked. "I didn't need to see that." She realised the other two had undressed too and squealed again. "Nor that."

  I exchanged a look with the other guys. What was the point of getting dressed again if we'd discard our clothes soon after? It seemed like a waste of time.

  "Does my physique disappoint you?" I asked.

  She slowly turned to me, her eyes fixed on mine, although the concentration on her face made it obvious that she was having to force herself not to look at the rest of my body. "Not exactly. But this isn't right. You abducted me. You shouldn't be naked. You shouldn't be this...big."

  She covered her mouth again. I wondered why she kept doing that. I added it to my mental list of questions that I'd eventually ask her. Now wasn't the time.

  "I'm slightly above average size," I said proudly. "But if you consider I have two cocks, I am very much above average."

  Her face turned redder and redder. "Thanks for letting me know."

  "You're welcome. Havel assured me after the probing that you'll be able to take all of us."

  "All of you?" she repeated in a high-pitched voice. "At the same time?"

  "If you want us to," Havel said smoothly. "We'd love nothing more."

  Trish staggered back and sat down on the bed. "This is too much. I should be running, I should be freaked out. Why am I not freaking out?"

  "Because we chose you as our female," Matar said, his tail curling around her ankle. She didn't seem to notice or if she did, she didn't mind. "We chose you because we knew you'd be able to cope with this. You're strong, you're beautiful, you're perfect. We've travelled across the galaxy to find you and you were worth every single lightyear."

  I nodded, impressed at how eloquent our engineer had suddenly become. Maybe he should try and write some poetry for her after all.

  "Every lightyear," I echoed. "Worth it."

  "So that means I shouldn't feel bad about...wanting you?" she asked.

  My hearts beat so hard it almost hurt. She wanted us.

  "We want you too," Havel said. "You are all we ever wanted. You don't have to be afraid of your feelings. Everything is new to both you and us. There are no rules. We make our own rules, our own traditions. If we want to wear clothes with holes, that's fine. If we want to walk around naked, that's also fine."

  "As long as the Captain agrees," I grumbled, just to make sure she understood that I was still in charge, no matter Havel's pretty words.

  "Let's get comfortable," the medic suggested. "The bed is big enough for us all. Do you want to watch that movie?"

  Trish nodded. "But can you at least slip under the blanket? Seeing you all naked is...well, I'll need time to get used to that."

  Nudity was nothing special or embarrassing for Kardarians, but I was aware not all species felt that way. Maybe we could persuade her to stay naked eventually. Drops of golden precum rose to heads of my cocks as I thought of how convenient it would be to have her always available, no need to undress. I could find her whenever I felt the need and plunge into her depths.

  Yes, abducting her was the best thing we could have done. And no matter what Professor Katila thought about our probing, it had shown to me that Trish was perfect for us. And that she was willing. She may need a little persuasion, but deep inside she wanted us just as much as we wanted her. It was only her mind telling her to take it slow, while her body betrayed her. Even now, I could smell her arousal.

  All three of us joined her in bed and dutifully pulled a blanket over the bottom halves of our bodies. She didn't ask us to fully cover up all the way to our necks, so hopefully, that was a good sign.

  She was squeezed in between me and Havel, with Matar on the medic's right. He'd already had his kiss with her and should, therefore, wait his turn. We hadn't talked about it, but it was proof of how well this crew knew each other. Soon, Trish would be part of us. She'd be our family, gluing us all together. Our mate.

  Havel's eyes glazed over as he used his comms to select the recording. The large screen at the other end of the bed flickered on, revealing three humans in a dark room. The lights had been strategically positioned to highlight only parts of their bodies, adding to the mystery and suspense. The two males caressed the female between them, stroking her hair, her body, then one of them kissed her on the lips.

  "Ehm, that's not a romance movie," Trish laughed. "Are you watching porn?"

  "Yes, this is a pornographic recording," Havel confirmed. "I found it in your planetary database. Is it not to your liking? I hav
e others with just a couple or several females or-"

  "You don't usually watch porn on your first date," she explained. "We watch films about two people falling in love. Usually, there's something that stops them coming together but when they finally do, it's even sweeter." She smiled. "Romance isn't all about sex, you know?"

  I nodded, proud that I knew that. "Yes, you're right. It's also about other things. Like seduction and wooing and kissing."

  For some reason, she rolled her eyes, but she didn't say anything. I reached out to hold her hand. Her fingers were so much thinner than mine and I was worried I might crush her delicate hand. She didn't pull back, not even when Matar took her other hand and lifted it to his mouth. He kissed her thumb, then the other fingers one by one. With each kiss, Trish became redder. Was there a limit to how red her skin could become? I didn't want her to be permanently red like a luovi fruit. I hated those. They were too sweet.

  One of the males in the recording went to his knees and pressed his face against the female's arse. His nose sunk in the valley between her cheeks. The camera didn't show what his tongue did but I bet he was tasting her. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled them apart, giving him better access. I took in every detail, committing it to memory. I'd do that with Trish someday. In fact, what was stopping me from tasting her right now?

  I let go of her hand and pulled up her dress until I was able to touch her sex. I was too impatient to do anything but plunge a finger into her. She was warm and tight and her inner muscles contracted around my finger as if they were hugging my cocks. Klat. I'd planned to pull out and lick off her liquids, but now that my finger was deep inside her, I couldn't stop. She moaned when I started moving, exploring her insides. This was much better than probing. The probe hadn't been able to tell us what it would feel like to touch the warm, wet skin that led to her womb. I would plant my seed into her. Right now.

  I threw back the blanket, my cocks twitching when cold air hit them. Trish moaned, but she didn't protest. On the contrary, her eyes were closed and her lips parted as her breath turned faster and faster. She liked it. I grinned. This was only the beginning.