Desired By The Sacred Alien (Sci-Fi Alien Romance)

by Meg Ripley

  Jessica had forgotten completely that she was still fully dressed. She laughed, shaking her head—not to tell Banek no, but in amusement at her own distraction.

  Jessica stood up unsteadily, her body humming with desire. Banek sank down onto her couch and Jessica stepped back, feeling oddly self-conscious as she tugged her tee shirt up along her waist slowly, peeling it past her ribs. She turned her back to Banek as she pulled the fabric over her head, casting it aside, revealing her bra underneath. Jessica reached around to her back, unhooking her bra and letting it loosen against her skin. She turned around once more to face Banek, sliding the straps down over her arms, and let the garment fall to her feet. Banek was watching her intently—his expression a mixture of scientific curiosity and outright lust—and Jessica felt herself blushing again. She found the zipper on her skirt by touch, unable to tear her gaze away from Banek, and tugged it down.

  Jessica watched Banek watching her as she slithered out of her skirt, standing before him briefly in nothing more than her panties. Her heart was racing, and in spite of her nervousness she could feel her pussy becoming wetter and wetter, her body heating up. She took a deep breath to calm her apprehension and hooked her fingers in the delicate fabric, tugging it down carefully over her hips. She let the lace fall down from her knees and stepped out of it, trembling slightly as Banek drank in the sight of her fully exposed body. “You look beautiful, Jessica,” Banek said, his voice almost breathless with what Jessica thought was almost certainly desire. “May I touch you?”

  “Yes,” Jessica said, lust fogging her mind; she wanted nothing more than to feel Banek’s hands all over her, to feel him inside of her. Apprehension at the size of his cock, at the fact that he was not even the same species, evaporated in the rising need she felt. She stepped closer to Banek, and he reached out, his hands finding her hips as he continued to stare at her breasts, the flat plane of her abdomen, down between her legs. He caressed her all over slowly, bringing his hands up to cup her small, perky breasts, tickling along her ribs to glide down between her legs. His fingertips brushed along her slick folds, sending a jolt through Jessica’s body that made her shiver.

  Banek’s fingers worked down between her labia, stroking and rubbing lightly. “I know there’s a place,” Banek murmured softly, almost to himself; he added a remark in a strange language that Jessica couldn’t even have begun to understand as his fingers slipped and slid. He found her clit by touch and Jessica moaned as he began swirling his fingertips around the nub, sending crackling impulses of electricity dancing along her nerves. Her body swayed and her hips moved as if with a mind of her own while Banek stroked her, making her wetter and wetter, turning her on more and more.

  Banek’s other hand wandered everywhere, sliding up to cup her breast, his fingertips pinching and rolling her nipple, sending even more pleasure coursing through Jessica’s body as she squirmed and writhed, twisting her hips for better contact and arching into his touch. Her fluids began to flow more steadily as he worked her, exploring her body, and Jessica found it more and more impossible to think as sensations tingled through her. Banek drew her closer, bringing her face down close to his, and Jessica started as her lips brushed against his, shivering as Banek quickly moved to deepen the kiss, his fingers continuing to work her pussy. One thick, long finger slid inside of her and Jessica moaned against Banek’s lips. He probed and explored her, his fingertip rubbing along her inner walls, stroking her inside out even as his thumb swirled around her clit.

  Jessica was surprised at the taste of Banek’s lips and tongue—sweet, almost citrusy, more pronounced than any man she had ever been with as his tongue slithered against hers. Banek added another finger, and Jessica broke away from his lips with a cry at the full feeling of his thick digits working inside of her, faster and faster as she became more turned on, slicker and slicker with fluids. Banek’s fingertips brushed against her g-spot and she cried out again as a white-hot jolt of electric pleasure shot through her.

  Banek rubbed up against her g-spot again and again, even as he continued to work her clit with his thumb, and in a matter of moments Jessica could feel her self-control give way as the first waves of orgasm washed through her, blotting out all thought. She moaned out again and again as he continued to touch and stroke her, as if he wanted to know just how long she could keep going. Jessica arched and twisted, more and more sensation crackling through her veins until she was certain that she might actually die from pleasure.

  She sagged against Banek and tried to find the words to ask him to stop, blindly and limply tapping on his broad shoulders as aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her. Banek slowly withdrew, bringing his fingers away, holding her up easily, and Jessica caught a fleeting glance of him bringing his hand up to his mouth, licking her fluids off of his fingers, as she closed her eyes in exhausted satisfaction.

  Jessica realized as she came back to herself slowly that at some point Banek must have lifted her onto his lap; she could feel the press of his body against hers, the smooth, hairless velvet of his skin in contact with every inch of her. She opened her eyes, blinking against the haze of pleasure that still consumed her mind, and took in the expanse of gray-purple flesh. “I never really considered myself particularly kinky,” she said, still struggling slightly to catch her breath. “But I guess I can’t call myself vanilla anymore.”

  Banek chuckled lowly, bringing her face up to his to kiss her once more. “I don’t know what this ‘vanilla’ means,” he told her, barely breaking away from her lips. “But if being vanilla means that you won’t have sex with me, then I’m glad you’re not that.” Jessica laughed, shaking her head. Glancing down, she could still see that Banek was hard as a rock—and that his cock was just as improbably large as she had remembered. She was soaking wet, drenched from her orgasm, and suddenly the prospect of taking him didn’t seem quite so onerous or impossible.

  “I will definitely have sex with you,” she said slowly, shifting on his lap. “But we have to go slowly. Even as wet as I am, that’s…” she pointed at his genitals. “It’s big.

  “Very slowly,” Banek agreed. “I understand from my research that it might be easier if you’re on top.” Jessica took a deep breath; she couldn’t deny the buzzing hum of renewed desire building up inside of her. She wanted more. She wanted to know what that ridged, bumpy cock would feel like rubbing along her inner walls.

  Jessica straddled Banek’s hips, licking her lips as she positioned herself over the tip of him. Banek brought her face to his and kissed her hungrily as Jessica sank down onto him. She moaned against his lips as he filled her up inch by inch, pushing past the tightness of her body. “Oh,” Jessica murmured breathlessly. “Oh, Banek. Oh, God…” her breath caught in her throat as Banek’s cock pushed deeper and deeper inside of her, until her hips met his. Jessica paused, breathing slowly and deeply, as her muscles flexed and clenched around the strangely appealing cock. For just a moment, she felt almost uncomfortably filled; but as Banek rocked his hips slowly, making the ridges of his cock rub all along her inner walls, Jessica found herself moving along with him, moaning over and over again.

  She barely realized that her speed was picking up as she and Banek moved together, touching each other everywhere their hands could reach, exploring each other’s bodies. Jessica cried out as Banek’s enormous member rubbed everywhere inside of her, pressing continuously against her g-spot, rubbing it at all times and making it impossible for her to hold back the orgasm she could feel building up inside of her. Jessica struggled against her climax, wanting to savor the feeling of Banek, the pleasure he was giving her; but in a matter of moments, it seemed, she was unable to hold back for even a second longer. Once more, wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, even as she continued to lift herself up and push herself down onto the bumpy, ridged cock that gave her such intense pleasure. Banek moved faster inside of her, and Jessica heard his guttural moans filling the air as his body tensed.

  Jessica cried out as s
he felt a flood of almost syrupy, tingling fluid gushing into her. Banek shouted something in the strange language she had heard him use before, thrusting into her hard and fast as he reached his own climax, her body gripping around his cock as her orgasm intensified. Jessica continued moving, pushing down, taking him deep inside until the darkness overwhelmed her and she collapsed against him, utterly exhausted.

  ****

  Banek cradled Jessica in his arms, smiling to himself as he watched her come back again. He had been forewarned that sometimes sex with a Khateen rendered human women incapacitated; but to see it in action was no less interesting. “Welcome back,” he said, brushing a lock of Jessica’s dark hair out of her face as she opened her eyes.

  “That was amazing,” Jessica said. She stretched against his body and Banek felt her tense momentarily against him; his latent empathy flickered, feeling the ripple of tenderness she reacted to.

  “Are you hurt?” Banek asked, concerned.

  Jessica shook her head. “Nothing I can’t handle,” she said with a little grin. “Just…maybe let’s wait a little while before we do that again.”

  “You want to?”

  “Oh, totally. You can’t take that away from me!”

  Banek kissed her lightly on the lips, trailing his hands over her body. “I’d like it a lot if you’d be the subject for my research.”

  Jessica looked at him intently for a moment. “Wouldn’t you prefer—after all that romance reading—if I’d be your lover?” She raised a dark eyebrow and Banek grinned.

  “You can be both, can’t you?”

  Jessica caught her bottom lip between her teeth and then giggled, curling up close to him. “How long are you going to be here? I’m not going to be your lover if you’re only here for like, a few weeks.”

  Banek laughed. “I’m here for the foreseeable future. And just think of what untold wealth you could give me for my colleagues. I’ll take care of you, Jessica.” Banek kissed her; he realized that he was beginning to really understand the intent behind the human concept of romance.

  “Then how can I say no?” Jessica pulled at him ineffectually and Banek read her intent; he laid down on the couch, cradling Jessica’s body against his. He would bring her to his place soon enough; for now he was content with—as he privately joked to himself—fieldwork.

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  ~BONUS STORY~

  Chosen Alien Gene: Double Quest

  Lenth stepped into the nearly deserted bar, looking around constantly. His gaze flicked from one human to another, sizing up prospects and trying to understand the complex behavior going on around him; he saw a few females—but most of them appeared to be working, walking briskly from one table to another or standing behind the long, ancient-looking bar itself.

  Lenth’s gaze settled on a figure unlike the rest of the patrons; the man was sitting at a booth, glancing around just as interestedly as Lenth had been. Anyone looking at Lenth and the other man—who had arrived fifteen minutes prior—would have assumed that they were brothers, or at the very least cousins; they shared the same skin tone: a shade somewhere between brown and gray—an unusual color, though not entirely out of the realm of human possibility—and a similar build: lean, muscular, and almost too tall to quite be believed. Where Lenth had close-cropped, thick brown hair, the other man’s was a few inches longer, unnatural-looking silver. Both men also had unearthly-looking blue-green eyes.

  Lenth strode through the quiet bar towards the booth, his lips curling in a smile at the sight of his fellow scientist. “Bronn,” he said, sitting down across from the other man. “I apologize for my tardiness.” Bronn mimicked his smile, glancing around the room once more.

  “I’m just glad you’re here,” Bronn responded. He shifted into their native language. “Our superiors are beginning to become anxious.” Lenth nodded.

  “I think your idea is a good one,” Lenth said. They had spoken previously about their mutual troubles; neither of them had had any success in the goal of their mission, the goal that all of the scientists on their mission had.

  “It would be better than being sent back to Khatanar,” Bronn agreed. Lenth smiled, shaking his head. The planet they came from—called Tau Ceti e by the humans—was far enough away that neither scientist was in a hurry to return alone.

  “They wouldn’t send us back, they’d just make our lives miserable.”

  “They’d send us back if we went much longer without any progress,” Bronn countered. “I have no interest in being crammed into a capsule and sent back.”

  “How are we going to approach this?” Lenth asked.

  “I’ve studied human reproduction extensively,” Bronn said, lifting the mug of what Lenth’s own extensive research told him was beer to his lips and taking a long sip. “I have seen several references to human sexuality that seem to suggest that in certain situations, humans mate in groups of three instead of pairs.”

  “I have seen a few of these references,” Lenth agreed. On the months that the voyage to this planet had taken, all of the scientists had reviewed as much as they could, studying the facets of human sexuality. “But it seems to be the exception rather than the rule. Do you believe it’s a fertility issue?”

  “None of the other reports suggest that it is.” Bronn sat back on the bench, sighing. “I believe—from what I have studied—that recreational mating is a common feature for this species.” Lenth considered it; certainly the wealth of information available publicly about reproduction, including videos, stories, pictures, and guides, implied that the human species did not simply mate for the purposes of reproduction. Early reports from other, more successful Khateen scientists—other members of their crew, colleagues who had already selected and recruited subjects for experimentation—suggested the same.

  “This—pornography that they have,” Lenth said slowly. “It’s difficult to decipher how much of it is for the purposes of education and how much of it is entertainment.”

  “They are in some ways like children,” Bronn said, taking another sip of his beer. “This isn’t bad; when the waitress arrives, you should order it.” Bronn set the heavy glass mug down and continued his thought. “It’s as though their mating is not simply for the purposes of either bonding or reproduction, but a recreational activity in its own right.” Among the Khateen, mating only served two functions; part of the challenge that faced the researchers sent to the planet known as Earth was that mating seemed to be a much more complicated issue.

  “We know much more now than we did when this mission started,” Lenth pointed out. “It seems strange though that something that can result in conception could be used purely as a form of entertainment. I understand that many human women don’t desire this outcome.”

  “The planet is fairly well-populated,” Bronn pointed out. “And we both know that the orgasm response in humans can be addictive.”

  “But an entire planet of addicts? It should be choked with humans—they should have already destroyed themselves.”

  “They have ways of preventing conception, as Hikar discovered.” Hikar, another one of their colleagues, had recruited his human female subject the week before; he had reported to the group about the existence of various methods that humans used to avoid reproduction.

  “All I know,” Lenth said, shaking his head in frustration, “is that if we don’t find a subject to experiment on, we’ll be in trouble.”

  Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of a human woman; she was short, even by human standards, with brilliant purple-colored hair cut short around a sharp-featured face. Dressed in a pair of shorts that revealed the indelible ink markings Lenth knew were called tattoos—designs that looked similar to human artwork in a floral motif—and a tight, black shirt, she looke
d to Lenth’s gaze like the human mythological creature called a pixie.

  “Can I get you something?” she said, and Lenth felt a shiver cascade through his nervous system at the pleasing, soft sound of her voice. The woman’s large, dark eyes took him in.

  “I’ll have what my friend is having,” Lenth told her, gesturing to the beer. The woman smiled, nodding quickly.

  “Coming right up!” she scribbled something on the pad of paper and moved away from the table, and Lenth watched her move towards the bar.

  “What do you think?” Bronn asked. Lenth smiled slowly.

  “I think we should approach her,” Lenth replied. “She’s an excellent candidate.”

  Bronn watched the woman that he and Lenth had identified as a potential recruit for their now-combined study, tracking her around the room as she went about her work. “Why do you think she’s an excellent candidate?” Bronn asked his colleague, turning his attention back onto Lenth.

  “She’s obviously fertile,” Lenth said, his glance moving to watch her as well. “I find her interesting.”

  “Interesting?” Bronn asked doubtfully. He had had no success in finding a recruit to study; as yet he had never found a human woman to be specifically interesting. He had found them intriguing as study participants—but his opinion about human intelligence was fairly dim.

  “Did you hear her voice?” Lenth asked him.

  Bronn raised his shoulders in an approximation of a shrug. “She has a very nice voice; how does that make her interesting?”

  “She has that—tattooing,” Lenth pointed out, still speaking in their native language.

  “Many human women have that,” Bronn pointed out. When the human woman approached the table once more, Bronn looked at her artwork in more detail. The shorts the woman was wearing made it easy to view the whorls and swirls of ink forming flowers on her upper thighs.