Stolen and Seduced

by Christine Pope

  "What—"

  With a feather-like touch, it teased my clit, slightly at first, then with more persistence.

  A girl could get used to this, very used to it.

  I shiver passed through my body. I lay my hands on his chest and pushed myself up, almost off him, the oh, so, slowly slid back down.

  Fin groaned. "I heard sex was good, but this…"

  I blinked, but didn't stop moving up and down on him. "You've never done this before?" I glanced toward Gar, who lay beside Fin, watching.

  He gave a lopsided smile, but shook his head. "We've been taught how, but with no women…"

  "Oh." I rose and fell a little faster now. Every movement tickled at my clit and massaged my insides. Fin reached up to massage my nipples gently. "You guys learnt well."

  Fin grinned. "We look forward to learning more."

  "You will," I assured him. If this first time was an indication, we'd be doing this a lot more. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations flooding through me, threatening to engulf me completely.

  Faster and faster I rose and fell. Fin's cock rubbed every bit of my insides in the most delicious, incredible way. Figures—the perfect lover would live on the other side of the galaxy. Perfect men too, maybe. Sweet, attentive, handsome, smart. I could get very attached to them both. Okay, who was I kidding, I already was. Was it love? It might be, at least a little bit.

  I wanted to drag this out for longer, but another orgasm grabbed hold of me and drove straight through my core like a lightning strike.

  I gasped out loud, then moaned, long and low until I was out of breath and had to suck in air to fill my lungs.

  Fin pumped up into me half a dozen times before he too came, grunting and moaning with pleasure.

  I flopped down over him, panting and swiped a trickle of sweat off my brow.

  "You're ready," Gar said softly.

  I barely heard him over the pounding of blood in my ears, but I knew what he said and it scared me.

  Chapter 3

  "What happens now?" I asked. I held the blanket to my neck, but more for emotional comfort than modesty.

  "We can retrieve Linx," Gar said. "If you decide you're ready."

  I chewed my lip. Was I? The idea scared me silly, but Xarn scared me more. I always wanted children. Not like this, exactly, but it was the closest I would ever get now.

  "Will it hurt?" I eyed Fin and added, "Don't tell me, only if I want it to?"

  He grinned and my heart fluttered. "You're learning, too." His smile faded. "Xarn would be less considerate, but Linx believes as we do."

  I nodded slowly. I suspected he did. The idea of seeing him again made my pulse race. It didn't occur to me until right then that I actually cared for all three guys. Hells, why not? I was on an alien ship, on the way to a strange planet. I might as well have all the lovers I was allowed to. They didn't seem to mind.

  "I think," I said slowly, "I'm ready. We wouldn't want the Jebari to die out after all." I gave a watery smile.

  "No, we wouldn't." Gar rose and pulled on his pants. "I'll go and find Linx."

  "Just like that?" I swallowed hard.

  Fin gave me a reassuring smile. "We Jebari don't believe in wasting time."

  Gar nodded and ducked out the door.

  "Do you kiss?" I asked, after the silence in the cabin became too heavy.

  "Kiss? You mean the pressing together of lips?" Fin cocked his head at me.

  "Yeah." I smacked my lips and smiled.

  "Our database makes mention of kissing, but I've never done it."

  "You were a virgin until half an hour ago," I pointed out. Did they even have such a concept?

  "Virgin? Ah, someone who hasn't had sex. Yes, but I'm not a virgin now." He smiled proudly.

  I rolled my eyes but smiled back. "So, kissing…"

  "Right." He leaned in toward me. Before his lips touched mine, the door slid open.

  Startled, I looked up to see Xarn in the doorway.

  Shit.

  He eyed me like a piece of meat, or a paper cup, to be used and tossed away. He had been waiting for Gar to leave, I was certain of it. Lying in wait like a predator. The look in his eyes chilled me to my bones.

  "She is ready," Xarn stated.

  Fin's mouth moved, but no words came out for a long while. "Gar has gone to get—"

  Xarn waved a hand in dismissal. "I am here. I claim her."

  I grabbed Fin's arm and held on tightly. "No, we're waiting for—"

  Xarn advanced on us. I was certain he'd have struck me if I was standing up.

  "Silence, breeder," he snapped. "Level three, leave."

  His tone left me trembling.

  I tightened my grip on Fin's arm. Surely he wouldn't leave me with Xarn? I gave him a frantic look, eyes wide.

  "I will not." Fin patted my hand and rose. He was impressive, but next to Xarn, he looked small.

  Xarn's face turned a darker shade of green. "You dare to defy me?"

  "I do dare. Linx has—"

  Xarn interrupted with a blow across Fin's face with a meaty fist. The blue Jebari was knocked back across the room. He hit the wall hand and slid to the floor.

  "Fin!"

  He didn't move.

  A tear slid down my cheek. Another joined it when Xarn undid his pants and slid them down his hips.

  Dear gods above, he had the biggest, thickest cock I had ever seen. I was sure he'd tear me in two if he even tried to get that inside me.

  He grabbed the bottom corner of the blanket and yanked it off me. His lip curled at the sight of my naked body, but that didn't stop him from approaching the bed.

  Where Fin's extra appendage uncurled, so did one on Xarn. His was more than that though. The end bulged with something round.

  An egg.

  I swallowed and scooted back as hard against the end of the bed as I could.

  "Don't touch me," I said with a sob.

  "I would do as she says." I hadn't heard Linx enter the room, but he stood over Xarn now, his eyes cold and hard. They softened when he looked at me. "Xarn, the Emperor has decreed that women choose for themselves. Last I checked, he was still in power."

  Xarn growled and his egg-appendage drew back. "She's just a human," Xarn spat. "They exist on this ship to take our eggs." He looked as though he might continue, regardless of what Linx said.

  "The penalty for forcing a woman is exile," Linx said coldly. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

  Xarn hesitated, then growled and stepped away from the bed. He tugged up his pants and stalked out of the room.

  Gar hurried past Linx just as Fin groaned and opened his eyes, and helped him to his feet.

  I dissolved into silent tears.

  Gradually my sobs subsided and I found Gar and Fin holding me, while Linx sat close and looked solemn.

  "I apologise I wasn't here sooner," Linx said. "Fin, you'll be lucky to escape Xarn's anger. Your whole family may become the enemy of Xarn and his faction."

  Fin shrugged. "It was worth it. I delayed him just long enough."

  "Thank you," I said softly. "If you hadn't gotten here when you did…" I shot Linx a grateful look.

  "Thanks to Gar finding me quickly, I did," Linx said. "And we know to keep an eye on Xarn." He sighed softly. "However, he will try again if we don't finish the breeding. Are you up to it?"

  The idea of Xarn touching me made me nod frantically. These guys seriously needed some communication devices, but I would bring that up later.

  "Good." Linx smoothly slid off his pants. Like Xarn, his cock was enormous. I couldn't help but stare. "Lie back against Fin and Gar. This first bit is delicate."

  I licked my lips but did as he said. When his hands parted my knees, they went willingly, opening me out to him.

  His egg-appendage—it must change as they went from level three to four—uncurled as he knelt between my legs. He slid it slowly into my entrance and up, deep inside me. For some reason, I suspected it would hurt but all I felt was a pl
easant tingle.

  As slowly as it had gone in, his appendage drew back out and curled up against his body.

  "Is that it?" I asked, blinking in surprise.

  Linx chuckled. "Oh no. Now I have to fertilise it."

  My mouth formed an O as he shuffled up a little and pressed the tip of his huge erection into me. I stiffened, but Fin and Gar's hands on mine made me relax.

  I locked eyes with Linx as he eased himself inside me, deeper and deeper until his cock occupied every millimetre of space, filling and stretching me beyond what even Fin had done. No wonder they had the level threes ready us. We needed to be stretched enough to fit.

  Gently, Linx slid out a little, then back in. I suspected Xarn would have pounded me until I screamed in agony, but Linx was slow and deliberate.

  Gar moved around until he was able to tease my nipples with his vibrating tongue.

  Fin turned my face so our lips met in a searing kiss, one full of promise and emotion.

  Linx's breathing became ragged and his cock thrust a little faster. Still careful, still gentle, but quicker and deeper.

  The more he thrust, the closer I got to yet another orgasm. Being the centre of attention of three incredible guys, having a huge, ribbed cock inside me, and the idea of carrying an alien baby aroused me beyond rational thought.

  I cried out at the same time Linx did. I felt heat flood through me as the same time I came and I knew he filled me with his seed.

  I rocked against him until the sensation subsided, then collapsed in an exhausted heap against Fin.

  I expected Linx to pull out of me, but he lay on one elbow and panted for a while.

  "I can't remove my cock until the swelling reduces," he said. He tugged his hips back a little bit and smiled. He was right, he was stuck fast inside me. "It helps ensure fertilisation."

  "And it feels good," I said. I could lie here all day, full of his cock.

  "That too," he agreed. "It should only take an hour or so."

  I raised my eyebrows. "Of course it will." Oh well, if that was the worst that happened, I could live with it. This "being abducted" stuff wasn't so bad after all.

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  Her Horned Alien

  Cass Alex

  About Her Horned Alien

  Living on the streets of Terra is a hard life for Gin. The last thing she needs is to deal with a big blue jerk of an alien!

  She probably shouldn't have hidden in his spacecraft then…

  Gin

  I was groggy and stretching, when I accidentally kicked something and startled myself awake. Was that wood?

  Wait, where am I? I was surrounded by boxes and racked my still-tired brain. Is this a storage unit down by the docks? Yesterday was a trader's day and the docks were full of landing crafts. Then the reason I would be hiding amongst crates flooded my memory. I vividly recalled what I saw that made me run and hide for long enough that I fell asleep.

  Crap, I needed to talk to the patrol guards about witnessing that double homicide.

  A slight rustling and a chirp-click sound nearby me woke me up faster than I ever thought possible. I bolted into a sitting position, only to find a being staring at me. I would have screamed if I didn’t fear worsening my current predicament.

  It wasn’t that she was scary, in fact I felt secure that she wasn’t at all aggressive.

  It may have been because she was clearly small of stature with slender, elongated limbs. Or her hairless, green-tinted flesh that somehow had a light sheen of iridescence to it. Perhaps the large almond-shaped eyes that were currently assessing me. Or the calm and curious expression on her very sweet face.

  Or it could have been the frilly apron she was wearing over her clothing sheath.

  There was a small green sentient life form in an antiquated apron, chirping at me. When did I hit my head exactly, and how hard?

  We took each other in and she waited a good couple minutes more of my not speaking before she made more chirp-click sounds at me. This was a longer set of chirps and clicks, punctuated by a purr. A language of some sort?

  I squinted uncertainly at her and shook my head. Nope, not a damn clue. She seemed to ponder for a moment and then decided to emit a soft screech and a "la-la-la-la-loooooo" noise at me. There was some fancy tongue work involved that I found impressive and knew a street walker that could have benefitted from, but no prize from me. I shook my head at her again. More pondering. "Grawk havt stahn bek cloo for tiv strank?" Okay, a little closer to something recognizable but only by comparison. I straightened up, watching her mouth for her next attempt, and shook my head. She studied me and seemed to think hard.

  "Young one, why are you in the containers?" I blinked and broke into an automatic smile before quickly schooling my face. I may be in serious trouble right now, I should tone down friendliness until I was sure I was safe.

  "I accidently fell asleep here. I swear to you I didn’t mean any harm," I rushed my words and heard the stress in my voice. "If you open the door I will just leave."

  Her face lit up at discovering I spoke the common Terran language. She had to have a top notch translator chip insert to know that variety of languages, and I was utterly impressed.

  "Open the door? Why would I do that?" She tilted her head at me.

  Wait - what the hell was happening right now, was I a prisoner? A captive she refused to release? Panic flooded me as I glanced back and forth between her and the large bay door. I may need to make a run for it.

  Some comforting clicks came from her before she soothingly added, "If I open the air lock we will float into space and die."

  What?! I took a better look around and quickly realized just how badly I screwed up. Not just an 'oops', but a monumental screw up.

  "Is - is this a space craft? I thought it was one of the storage units down at the trading dock." I was so very screwed.

  She shook her head. "It's a drop down cargo hold. It lowers to the ground so the ship can stay hovering. Safer and no need to load and unload boxes, or buy a sales stall. We can just open it, make our sales, and then close the door and press a button, and it returns to the craft." The corners of her mouth quirked up in a small smile.

  I licked my parched lips nervously. Yeps, I was in big trouble. "What are you going to do with me?" Please don’t imprison me, sell me, or eat me. Especially not the last part.

  Her gaze wandered over me, curiously taking in my face, down my clothing, and settling – of all places - on my hands. She reached out her own four elongated digits and gestured for my hand. I complied, more out of curiosity than anything. She gently examined me, clicking and chirping lightly to herself, and moved the wrist of my sweatshirt up to my elbow to see my arm. My clothes were oversized, to hide me, and dirty. It wasn't like I had a place to live or anything. It was just me and my bag of a few personal items.

  "I see," she frowned, an upset click trailing her words.

  "What's wrong?" I pulled my hand back, tugging the sleeve of my sweatshirt down before crossing my arms defensively.

  "Come." She stood in a smooth movement, motioning for me to rise and follow. I scrambled to my feet and brushed myself off. Making a good first impression was far from possible at this point, especially considering my older, stained clothing, but I was willing to try.

  I smoothed a hand over my hair, running fingers through my ponytail, and tugged my clothes into order.

&n
bsp; She was around my height, when we were both standing, and I was considered quite short for my species. Everything about her screamed 'wise and elder', and I automatically granted her that respect. Especially since she wasn’t trying to throw me out the airlock.

  I must have stood there too long looking uncertain because she picked up my bag, shouldered it, wrapped a thin green arm around the crook of my elbow and was steering me towards a back door.

  "What are you called?"

  "My name is Virginia, but everyone calls me Gin."

  "How did you end up here?"

  I winced before look at her, "You really would not believe the day I had…"

  She studied me curiously, with a nod of understanding.

  "Gobi will take care of you. You are safe, now."

  Gin

  I followed her through the rear entrance unit, where a doorway warped open before us and closed behind us, and found myself in a hall. The wall appeared seamless where we had exited. It was impressive. She gave me the moment to adjust and look around me, then continued to lead me down a long hallway to a split. We took the left path, and two short hallways later we turned a corner and she lead me directly onto a command deck full of beings. Several of their species was completely unique to me and I was caught between fear and immense curiosity.

  I was already envisioning my imprisonment and torture. I was not steel-spined enough for this, and my eyes immediately glanced back in the direction we entered from. I must have fidgeted because her arm, still crooked in mine, secured me a bit more. Likely so I couldn’t escape. Clearly she was also a mind-reader, because somewhere there was an escape hatch with my name on it.

  My nerves were also making me need to pee, but first rule of living on the streets was that you never show a perceived weakness amongst potentially dangerous strangers. I would hold it until I was ready to burst, thank you very much. However if one of them yelled, 'Boo' at me suddenly, we would need to clean the floor.