Stryker's Desire

by Meg Ripley

  She was actually looking forward to the new addition, and while her body still healed from childbirth, she also relished the idea of watching the upcoming scene, living vicariously through the new woman's experience while looking forward to the near future when Rachel would be able to do more than watch.

  “How was this such an easy task for you, Ny-len?” Rogue broke into Rachel's silent contemplation.

  “If you recall, Rachel had made it easy. And we were not the only ones looking for something at the time,” Ny-len replied, smiling at the mother of his child.

  “You are going about this all wrong, Rogue,” Ny-len explained. “You are only looking with your eyes. Don't you remember the first time we saw Rachel? She was absolutely beautiful, but I was not only looking with my eyes, but with the physical draw I felt as well. That is how you know she will be a good match.”

  Rogue took a deep breath and focused his attention once again, trying to employ more than his sense of sight in the task. No one could ignore Ny-len's advice, given the ideal choice he had made, and so he would try to do the same. Rachel and Ny-len moved to stand next to Rogue, scouting for the one who would make the best match for him.

  “Oh!” Rachel exclaimed aloud, feeling the sudden arousal radiating from Rogue's body. And she knew even before he was aware himself that the woman who would bear the next of the new blended species had been found. It was the same heat that radiated from Ny-len's body every time he was around Rachel. Ny-len nodded, surprised that Rachel had recognized the connection there so quickly. And finally, Rogue nodded, too, a smile spreading across his face in anticipation.

  The young woman who had caught Rogue's attention sat hugging her knees to her chest on the worn out sofa in her small living room. She held a piece of paper in one hand, and written on it was a rejection for a student loan. The way her knees pressed hard against her chest forced her ample breasts upward, and it was impossible not to notice, despite the dejected look she wore on her face.

  Just then, she stood, looking around. She moved to the window and pushed the curtains further aside, peering outside as if she had heard something. But given that there had been no sound, and there was nothing around the small house, Rachel couldn't help but wonder if the woman was cognizant of something else—their perusal of her, perhaps.

  The woman looked up, staring into the night's sky, and suddenly Rachel recognized the scene, so reminiscent of herself just a few short months ago. She knew without a doubt that the woman would see the bright star in the sky, so much more luminous than the rest. As if on cue, the woman's eyes found the bright light. Her eyes were held there, and Rachel felt Rogue's arousal grow exponentially. Heat began to course through her own veins, and she cursed her body for its slow healing.

  “Wait for it, boys,” Rachel teased with a smile, knowing what was coming next.

  And then the woman's lips began to move. “I wanted this so much,” she began. “It was law school...I was going to make a difference. But even with two jobs, I can't afford it on my own,” she spoke aloud with a catch in her throat. She turned then, to a picture on the end table next to her. The man and woman in the photograph bore a strong resemblance to the woman on the sofa, but they were older; they must have been her mother and father.

  “I'm so sorry, Dad. I know you had such hopes for me,” she choked out, a tear rolling down her cheek. “But I guess that's it...” she whispered resignedly. “I just wanted to be someone who made a difference. I wish I could make a difference,” she continued emphatically.

  It was uncanny. This woman already seemed so much like Rachel that she couldn't help but look forward to this meeting…though she wasn't entirely sure where she factored in, given that she couldn't participate in this particular mating.

  “So, Rogue? Do I need to ask you what you think? This is the one, right?” Rachel probed.

  “You seem to approve,” Ny-len commented contentedly to her.

  Rogue nodded, his arousal continuing to rise. “OK. Tonight then.”

  The woman left the window, making her way down the hall to her bedroom. Once inside, she grabbed the hem of her dress and yanked it over her head. She was naked beneath, her body instantly on display. She wasn't as thin as Rachel, and she stood maybe a few inches shorter, but her massive tits more than compensated. In fact, her breasts would have seemed awkward and out of place on a skinnier frame. Her long, fiery red hair trailed down her back, covering it with straight, silken tresses.

  She moved to her bed, sprawling out above the covers. She turned her head to gaze out the window a few feet away from her bed, and her eyes locked onto the luminous star in the sky once again. She continued to stare at the bright light as her eyes became heavy. Rachel was quite certain a calmness was winding its way through the woman's body, spurring her toward blissful slumber. And sure enough, less than a minute later, the woman's eyes closed. Rachel waited, realizing she had no idea how exactly the next step worked. Were they going to beam her up like she'd seen on television? Rachel had never thought about it again since she'd found herself in the middle of that stark room.

  And then she watched as Rogue's brightness, and then Ny-len's, grew. It extended outward, radiating out of the ship and downward. A stream of brightness traveled all the way to the woman's house and then in through the bedroom window. It was erotic, the way it wrapped around her naked body. In the blink of an eye, the bright extension through the sky was gone. It had retracted back to the ship and in its grasp was the woman from far below. The brightness deposited her gently onto the ground before them and Rogue bent down to pick her up gently. He carried her out of the room and down the ship's hall to the room Rachel was all too familiar with.

  She followed Rogue, curious about the process that had likely been the same for her. As she walked, she noticed how her own arousal had increased in the short time since the woman arrived, and she silently willed her body to recover faster, anxious to be able to mate once again.

  Once in the room, Rogue laid her down gently on the same odd table Rachel had awoken upon months before. Ny-len stood at the entrance, perusing the naked woman and observing the restraint that Rogue was using to avoid delving in right then and there. He succeeded, and withdrew from the room, obviously forcing himself to be patient in the same way Ny-len had been patient with her.

  Rachel stopped him at the door. “A blanket, Rogue. Trust me. You'll have to use a whole lot less of that calming thing you guys have if you let the poor woman wake up with a little modesty.”

  It didn't look like Rogue relished the thought of covering her up, but he conceded quickly, left and returned to the door a moment later. He entered the room and draped the thin, lightweight blanket over her body, starting at her toes and covering her body slowly.

  And that was it; nothing more to do than wait or the woman to awake.

  ****

  Lindsay stretched, awaking slowly from the most restful night's sleep she'd had in years. She reached out to find her covers, remembering that she'd fallen asleep without them, but her hands came up empty. Her eyes fluttered open, confused when her fingers made contact with a smooth, hard surface instead. It certainly didn't feel anything like her mattress. Her blurry-eyed vision couldn't find anything familiar in her surroundings, so she rubbed her eyes vigorously, trying to clear away the vestiges of sleep.

  Her confusion deepened and she began to panic as her unveiled eyes took in the stark décor of the walls and floor around her—so different from the warm colors and the myriad of paintings hanging on her walls. She sat up slowly, looking for some explanation. But her fear grew as she found her ascent hampered, unable to sit up more than half way. She struggled to sit up further, but there was no point.

  She worried for a moment that something had happened to her, but her surroundings didn't resemble a hospital room, nor were there any signs of other patients or personnel anywhere. Wherever she was, it wasn't a hospital, and whatever invisible force held her there, she was helpless to free herself from at the
moment.

  The only thing she could do was plead for help, though she already worried that whoever might come in response to her call wouldn't be there to help. Why else would she have been taken from her bed and now held captive in some foreign place? But regardless, it seemed like an almost innate response; she couldn't help but try to seek out freedom in any way possible.

  “Hello? Is anyone there? What's going on?” she called out, anxiety clear in her voice.

  She happened to look down, and her fear grew exponentially. She was covered only by a thin blanket, and in her struggles, she'd managed to jostle it down so it now only covered her from the waist down. Her upper body was fully exposed, her breasts just as bare as when she'd fallen asleep in her bed the night prior.

  Her fear increased, but she forced herself to refrain from flying into a panic. Lindsay had always been the type of person to stay cool under pressure; or at least she'd been forced to learn to stay cool in tough times. She'd lost her parents the year she'd started college. On top of the emotional trauma, she'd become the sole full-time guardian to her fifteen-year-old brother and the benefactor to an immense amount of her parents' debt.

  She'd taken on two part-time jobs, full-time college studies and still managed to make sure her brother, Adam, stayed on the straight and narrow, finished high school and enrolled in college. Every minute of free time she could muster was put toward spending quality time with Adam, trying to compensate for the loss of their parents in his life the best that she could.

  So, while fear coursed through Lindsay's body, she forced her logical mind into action. Her eyes surveyed the room for any possible exit, should she have the opportunity to escape. Meanwhile, her hands traveled down to her hips where the invisible force seemed to be holding her in place, hoping to find some sort of restraint she could work to free herself from. But her eyes found no method of escape and her hands found no physical object holding her against the smooth, hard surface beneath her.

  She leaned upward then as much as she could, surveying her body for injuries, but she found no bruises or cuts on her torso or her arms. She laid back and moved her hands to her head, searching for a bruise or contusion that might account for the odd scenario she found herself in; perhaps she had hit her head really hard and this was all just a dream. Maybe she was unconscious and imagining the whole thing.

  But then again, if I'm unconscious and imagining all of this, it isn't likely I'll find a bump on my head, is it? Lindsay reasoned silently, ceasing her search for injuries.

  Just then, a door opened and a man walked through; though he was unlike any man she'd ever seen before. Pale skin, intricate red tattoos covering his body and a strange luminescence radiating from him; he was both beautiful and terrifying. He looked at her and his orange eyes held her captive. He approached slowly, and Lindsay struggled against the invisible confines restricting her. But the closer he got, the more she felt a strange calmness shroud her fear.

  “Don't be afraid. I understand this is a very unusual circumstance, but it will make much more sense soon. My name is Rogue,” he spoke.

  His voice calmed her more, and within a moment, she couldn't help but lay back on the table, the languid feeling making it impossible to hold herself up. Her gaze remained his captive. She knew she should be terrified, struggling to get away, but even as the thought crossed her mind, something else caught her attention—the arousal coursing through her, heating her body and making her nether regions wet.

  “What's going on?” she asked again. He stood right next to her then, and she was finding it difficult to concentrate at all as the arousal she felt started a throbbing need between her legs and she squeezed them shut tightly, not sure if she was trying to stave off the arousal or appease it with the rub of her thighs. Suddenly, she remembered that the blanket she wore covered only half her body and she moved quickly to cover her breasts with her arms.

  “Don't do that, Lindsay. Those are far too beautiful to cover up,” he told her, and her heavy, languid arms fell to her sides, almost moaning aloud at the intensity of her arousal in response to his voice.

  “The truth is, Lindsay, we need you,” Rogue told her as he reached out a hand to touch her skin. The look on his face made Lindsay wonder if he was testing something—her resistance or acquiescence, perhaps. His hand brushed away the blanket and rested against her thigh, and she could see that he was clenching his teeth, fighting back some urge within him.

  “I don't understand,” she spoke, an utter look of confusion on her face.

  “You wanted to be someone who made a difference, and you are going to make a difference in a way you could never have imagined. You are going to help save an entire species,” he told her.

  But she had no idea what he was talking about. This didn't exactly look like the headquarters for the World Wildlife Fund.

  A smile crossed the man's face and he spoke again, “Not an animal species as you may be thinking. But one that is so much like yours. It is my species that needs you. And don't worry; you are not alone. A select few of you will be the ones responsible for saving the entire species, and even making it better.”

  The door that the strange humanoid man had entered through opened behind him, but this time a woman walked in, carrying a sleeping infant in her arms. She was the most beautiful woman Lindsay had ever seen. She moved across the room gracefully and came to stand on the other side of Lindsay, a sympathetic look on her face. She looked up at the humanoid man.

  “Ny-len thought it might make it easier for her if I explained a little while you do...what you do,” the beautiful woman told him. The man nodded as his fingers started to draw tiny circles along her thigh, driving her arousal to heights she didn't know existed.

  She couldn't muster up the will to resist, but instead, turned her head toward the woman as she began to speak.

  “My name is Rachel. I know this is a little frightening, but you have nothing to worry about. In fact, I was in your exact place just a few months ago. And I can assure you it is an incredible experience,” Rachel told her emphatically.

  The man's hand began to slide along her thigh to her naked pussy, making contact with her clit. His fingers stopped there, not moving, just pressing firmly against her. And her body betrayed her further, trying to force her hips off the table to press harder against the man's fingers, and then she began to writhe against him, rubbing against his fingers.

  Rachel smiled and then continued speaking. “And I know how it feels to want to make a difference in the world. I wanted it so much, too. I think it might be a feature you and I both have that stands out and draws attention. You are going to make a difference, Lindsay. You'll understand later, but all I can do for now is encourage you to enjoy this time. You won't regret it,” she finished, a sensual grin flitting across her lips.

  All of a sudden, Lindsay's hips bucked wildly off the table as the man's fingers began to vibrate, faster and faster against the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs. She moaned and sank back down onto the table, her legs spreading open of their own volition.

  And then Rachel turned away and retreated from the room, leaving Lindsay alone with the man who was driving her body wild.

  Though his eyes wandered everywhere, taking in every inch of her exposed body, he didn't touch her anywhere else, only his fingers against her clit. But she was grateful for that at the moment because she didn't think her body could take much more right now.

  As the vibrations increased, her body continued to writhe and she moaned. The man leaned forward slowly until he was hovering over her mouth; his strange and beautiful orange eyes gazing into hers. And then he crossed the meager distance between them and his lips were against hers.

  He moved gently at first, almost teasing her lips instead of kissing her, still looking directly into her eyes. And then his mouth pressed firmly against hers as his tongue came out to run back and forth along her lips. Lindsay knew what he wanted, and her body gave into to him without a second's hesitation
. Her mouth opened, and his tongue delved inside, thrusting slowly at first. Her own tongue came out to meet his, and somehow, it seemed to stir him to new heights.

  The vibrations against her clit increased and his tongue moved vigorously against hers. She moaned against his mouth as her body moved beneath his strange, vibrating fingers. Her orgasm began to build and she fought against it, knowing what she was allowing to happen here was so wrong. But, she wasn't strong enough to fight the vibrations stimulating her body and she started to cum, her back arching off the table at the intensity of her orgasm.

  The man's fingers stopped vibrating then, and in the next moment, neither his fingers nor his mouth were on her. He stood, staring at her with a strange look; something akin to surprise if she had to guess. She couldn't imagine why he would be surprised, given that he was the one orchestrating whatever this was.

  But, as the aftershocks of her orgasm began to fade, the stranger's perplexed look was no longer Lindsay's primary concern. Panic began to well within her anew, now not only at the strange situation she found herself, but also at the way she had responded. She must be crazy! She'd been kidnapped, laying nearly naked on a table with a strange, not quite human-looking man standing over her, and all her body could do was get horny? What the hell was wrong with her?

  Before she could finish chastising herself for her ridiculous behavior, the man had turned and started toward the door. She contemplated calling out to him, seeking answers, but she was silent, not wanting to risk another encounter before she'd had time to sort out what was going on. The door opened and beyond the entrance she saw the woman again, this time she held no child in her arms. Instead she wore an unmistakable look of desire on her face, as did a new strange man, standing next to her.

  Lindsay turned her head away and moved to cover herself. But as the door closed, blocking the strangers from her view, she realized that whatever invisible restraint that had held her there was gone.