Something nudged my hand. Matar's tail. Its tip had swollen; something I'd never seen it do. I hadn't realised his tail could change shape. It almost looked like a cock, which instantly turned it into a competition. Still, I wanted to see what would happen, so I pushed my finger to the side, giving the tail space to enter her too.
It pushed against her entry, needing some force to fit. Maybe I should pull away my hand, but I didn't want to leave her. The tip of Matar's tail twisted and turned until it slid in, aided by the liquid leaking from Trish's sex. It shot into her, hard and deep, deeper than my finger could reach. That was unacceptable. I had to match it.
Trish groaned and threw her head from side to side. "More," she moaned. "More."
She didn't have to tell me twice. I finally pulled out and licked the finger now glistening with her wetness.
Her nipples were hard and pointed, inviting me to suck on them. Havel was faster. He licked them first, one after the other, then wrapped his lips around one and started sucking. The sound of it nearly drove me insane.
If he had her breasts, I'd take her pussy. It was time for Matar's tail to leave. I grabbed it and pulled it out gently for Trish's sake. I didn't want to hurt her in my frenzy to have her for myself. The tail's end turned and pointed at me as if it wanted to protest, but then Matar pulled it to himself and licked it, tasting her. I realised I hadn't done that yet, even though it was why I'd first penetrated her.
I sucked on my finger and her taste exploded on my tongue. I stopped breathing as an overwhelming need took over. I had to be inside her.
My cocks were already covered in the gel that would make it easier to fuck our little human without causing her discomfort. She was full of her own liquid, but I wasn't sure how effective that was. I grabbed her waist and pulled her around until my cocks were pointing at her sex. Havel growled in protest as her breasts were ripped from him, but Trish only moaned, looking at me from half-closed eyes.
"Are you ready to be mated?" I asked her. It felt right to say those words.
"I am," she moaned, barely more than a whisper. "Fuck me."
That was all the encouragement I needed. I positioned my lower cock at her entrance, not wanting to overwhelm her with both at once. I pushed in just a little bit to make sure my gel was working, then when she didn't show any signs of pain, I rammed my cock into her in one hard, confident stroke.
She screamed, her hands gripping the bedsheet, her hips jerking upwards to let me plunge in even deeper. I grabbed her even tighter and fucked her, letting go of all inhibition. I was wild, a predator taking his prey. My upper cock rubbed against her folds, enough to get me close to coming. I usually needed to fist it, touching it from all sides, but this human was far better than my own hands could ever be.
I groaned as I set a fast rhythm, sweat pearling on my back. Havel's mouth was back on her nipples while Matar's tail nudged her lips open until she took him in, sucking him like a cock. I was going to have words with Matar about that tail of his. The engineer was watching without touching himself, but he was hard and there was no doubt he was waiting his turn. We'd all take her today. This first mating was for all of us.
"I'm so close," she gasped. "Just keep- aaaaaaaarrh!"
She threw her head back and let out a scream as her body began to shake, her inner walls fisting my cock. That was my undoing. With a scream that equalled hers, I came, one cock filling her with my seed and the other shooting it all over her belly, creating a beautiful golden pattern. As I watched, it seeped into her skin, staining it like a tattoo. Our mating mark. Now it was time for Havel and Matar to do the same so that every male in the galaxy knew that she was ours.
It was hard to leave her welcoming depths, but as the captain, I had a responsibility to my crew. They were in need of relief and it was their turn.
I pulled out as slowly as I could. This wasn't goodbye; this was just the beginning. I'd get to know every part of her body, inside and out. Maybe again later today. We'd have to discover how often she could be mated with before she needed a break.
I retreated to the end of the bed and leaned against the cool metal wall. I needed a shower, but there was no way I'd miss watching Havel and Matar mark her.
Havel had already taken my place, his single cock ready to enter her.
"Do you want this?" he asked while caressing her breasts. He seemed obsessed with them. Not a surprise, they were stunning.
"Fuck me already, you stupid alien!"
He laughed and did as she'd asked. Trish grabbed Matar's arm and pulled him closer until his cock was close enough for her to touch. Instead of stroking him like I'd expected, she directed him to her mouth. Oh A'Ta, she was going to swallow him like his tail. More seed spouted from my cocks. This was reaching a new level of mating frenzy. I started rubbing myself, impatient for them to be done with her so I could have another go.
Matar was careful with her, clearly afraid to hurt her, but she grabbed the base of his cock and pulled him into her mouth. He should be glad that she didn't have fangs like Havel. That would have been dangerous. She sucked him, taking him in deep, making choking noises that were almost my undoing. I closed my eyes, touching my cocks, imagining it was her. She was addictive, more so than any drug I'd tried during my wild metamorphosis years.
I only looked up again when Havel roared his release, his blue seed spurting all over her abdomen. Before it could sink into her skin, the liquid turned into single drops forming a circle around the strange indentation on her belly. Only when they were in position did they turn into permanent marks the colour of Havel's skin.
Matar never made it to her pussy. He came moments after Havel, just about managing to pull out of her mouth before shooting his seed on her breasts with a guttural groan. It first accumulated around her nipples, then ran down her mounds leaving beautiful blue stripes like the rays of a burning star.
Spent, he lay down on his back by her side, entwining his fingers with her. Matar's tail lazily curled up on her stomach, right above the bright blue marks. I was about to join them when my comms beeped. Not now. I checked the caller, ready to reject the call, but it was Professor Katila. If she contacted us, it had to be important.
I made sure the video function was switched off before greeting her. My voice was husky still, but hopefully, she wouldn't notice.
"I hope I'm not disturbing?"
I exchanged a look with the guys who grinned at me. "Not at all. What can I do for you?"
"I have looked at your grades and I'm afraid it doesn't look good for you. You've shown promise in some areas of the course, but you've failed several important parts of the abduction process. Even if you perform well in an oral examination, it won't be enough. There is however a way for you to pass the course and gain your certification."
"How?" I asked sharply while Matar gasped. I realised he'd not seen our results yet. Poor guy. Havel started whispering to him and Trish, explaining what had happened.
"First, I will have to talk to your abductee and ask her some questions. If what she says is satisfactory, I will let you know the next step."
I didn't like that she didn't divulge all the information immediately, but she was the teacher and we the students. The authority lay with her.
"Alright. She's with me just now, would you like to talk to her right away?"
Trish blinked tiredly, taken aback. She shook her head, but it was too late.
"Yes, that would be fabulous. You can stay on the line but please don't interrupt."
I felt a little like a child again, being chastised by my elders. I hated that feeling. I was the captain of this klatting ship; I deserved respect.
Matar helped Trish up and let her lean against his chest while Havel offered her a drink. She emptied the entire tumbler in one go, then licked her lips that were stained green from sucking Matar's cock. That colour should fade though; I'd never heard of a mating mark becoming permanent on a female's face. Not that it would make her any less beautiful, but she may not w
ant to walk around with blue stains on her lips and chin for the rest of her life.
"Abductee, please report your state of health," Professor Katila commanded, suddenly sounding reserved and clinical.
"Ehm, I'm well," Trish muttered, shooting me a questioning look. "I was injured back on Earth but when the guys abducted me, they healed all my injuries. Actually, I don't think I've ever felt better."
She grinned at the three of us, clearly referring to the aftereffects of the mating. Our human - no, our mate - seemed to be glowing with joy. Pride filled my heart. I was proud of how she was handling her abduction, proud of having her as my mate.
"Did the abductors explain to you why they abducted you?"
"Yes, they did. I thought I'd already said that when Havel interviewed me for his assignment."
"They explained to you that they wanted you as their mate and breeder?" the Professor asked.
Trish blushed a little. "They did."
"And you weren't scared when you heard that?"
"Of course I was scared. Although, I first thought it was a joke. Then I was scared. Then I realised it may not be as bad as it sounded. Now I think this is the best thing that could have happened to me. I had no one on Earth. Now I have three guys desperate to make me happy."
"Now? Does that mean you've mated?"
Trish looked at me as if looking for reassurance. I nodded encouragingly and she rewarded me with a smile.
"Yes. We have."
"Was the experience satisfactory?"
Our female snorted with amusement. "You could say that."
"Good. I assume that means you're content to continue the abduction experience without resistance or escape attempts?"
Again, Trish laughed. "Yes, I don't plan to run away from this."
She looked at Havel, then Matar, then me, appraising our naked bodies. I looked down at my cocks, thanking them for being able to pleasure Trish so thoroughly. I wasn't sure if our personalities were enough to keep her with us. We'd failed with the lacy clothes and the recording of the couple. I glanced at the screen where the female was impaled on both men's cocks, unmoving. Havel must have stopped the video at some point. It would make a nice wall decoration, inspiring us for the next mating.
"Excellent. I need you to be fully compliant for the next stage. We are setting up a new course for advanced learners. Only those who've completed the first abduction certifications can take part."
"Does that mean we passed?" Matar interrupted eagerly.
"We will need case studies for the course," the Professor continued, ignoring the engineer's question. "If you agree, we will follow you three as you progress with your abductee. As part of the course, other students will analyse your behaviour to learn from it. This means you will be recorded on camera most days during the experiment. I will give you pointers in what to do and how best to proceed, but in the end, the decisions on what to do with your abductee is up to you. At the end of the course, I will decide whether you get the certification or not."
"Certification for this course or both?" Havel asked.
"I will mark you as passed for this course as soon as you agree to be our case study. I will even raise your grades a little to give you a 'good' rather than a 'passable'. I really think you're the perfect group of individuals to learn from. What do you say?"
I looked first at Matar and Havel, then at Trish. Matar looked angry but gave me a curt nod. Havel was more enthusiastic, clearly ecstatic that we might pass the course after all. Trish showed me her thumbs. I didn't know what that meant, but her smile said enough.
"We say yes," I told the Professor. "We're going to do it."
I reached out and took Trish's hands in mine.
Our abduction adventure wasn't over yet.
The End
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Ogled By The Alien Overlord
Ashlyn Hawkes
About Ogled by the Alien Overlord
Nestrol’s life is perfect. He has his love. He’s done his part to ensure the Novans will not die out by impregnating his wife.
Now, she’s given birth to not one baby but two.
Twins.
Double the trouble.
And Nadia wants them to celebrate Christmas.
What the hell is Christmas?
Nestrol
I stroll into the eatery in my home and stop short. Nadia, my gorgeous Earthling wife, is rocking gently back and forth. Her very dark hair is pulled back away from her face, but a few strands have tugged free to frame her angular face. Her full lips beg for a kiss as she murmurs to the twin bundles of joys in her arms.
Yes, twin bundles of joys.
Her babies.
Our babies.
Little Strol and Sarah.
My heart pounds in my chest. My life is perfect. It’s a life full of love. Now that I need anything more than love, but I also am the most powerful Novan there is. As overlord, I’ve overseen my people as we survived the most terrible and trying time in our existence.
The vile Grots.
Another species, one bent on world domination, the Grots took so much from the Novans, but in the end, we survived, and they didn’t. They might have destroyed Nore, our home planet, and killed every female Novan, and they might have forced us to flee, but we didn’t lie down. We never stopped fighting, and we developed technology to wipe them out.
Every last one of them.
When we fought and annihilated the Grots, they had been in the process of attacking Earth. We saved them as we destroyed our nemesis, and as a result, Earth provides us with women so that the Novans will not die out despite what the Grots sought to do.
They will not have the last laugh.
And I’m doing my part to ensure the Novans will not die out.
I can’t help ogling my wife. She’s the most ovian gorgeous woman on Kuria, on Earth, or any other planet.
Nadia glances over at me. Her high cheekbones and sharp features make me lick my lips. She is utterly delicious.
Her blue eyes brighten, and she winks at me before glancing down at the babies.
The sleeping babies.
Wait, is that right? The babies are six weeks old, and I don’t think they’ve slept at the same time since they first were born.
Gently, softly, smoothly, I glide on over, and I ease troll into my arms. His lips move like he’s trying to nurse, but he doesn’t stir, not even when I place him
in the crib in the room next to ours.
Nadia mimics my movements and places Sarah in the same crib. We have two, but the twins prefer to be together rather than apart. They cry and wail a lot more when they’re in separate cribs. It’s almost as if they want to hear each other, and that’s the only communication they can do. Plus, I ovian swear that there have been a few occasions when they tried to be louder than the other.
Nadia beams down at them, and I reach over to rub her back. The dark circles beneath her eyes are prominent, and she should probably get some sleep. Ovian, I should sleep too. We haven’t been sleeping, not really, just thirty minutes here, twenty minutes there. Neither of us has had one hour of uninterrupted sleep since the twins were born.
Which also means we haven’t had alone time either.
In six weeks.
I know a female’s body has to heal after giving birth, and I won’t ask now, but standing so close to her as my cock stirring.
Nadia blows two kisses, one for each twin, and she grabs my hand. We leave the nursery’s door open and head to our room.
“Nadia,” I murmur.
She grins at me. Her eyes are tired but bright as she removes her dress.
My cock stirs at the sight of her massive boobs barely constrained by her bra.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
Nadia giggles. “You look like you’re ready to explode,” she says, her gaze dropping to my visible erection. My cock is bursting, eager to be freed from my pants.
The sly look in her eyes has me smiling. “You look like you’re ready to help me with that.
“Maybe,” she teases.
She lifts onto her toes. Her kiss is most welcome, and I yank her to my side. She’s always had large boobs, but now, they’re bigger than her head, filled with milk for my babies, and I cup them through the bra.
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