by Selena Kitt
Sasha took the tentacle she’d been licking into her mouth. Angus moaned when she sucked him gently, making his entire body burn with pleasure. He had imagined a woman touching him like this, but reality was so much better.
She took the appendage from her lips. “It doesn’t seem like a curse to me. It’s like four extra cocks, isn’t it?”
“Aye, in a way. Except they have a mind of their own and try to escape my clothes, especially in the vicinity of a beautiful woman. I either go naked or wear a kilt most days.”
One of his tentacles succeeded in slipping under her dress as he made the admission. Angus could feel the smooth satin of her thigh as he stroked the tentacle up her leg, seeking out the heat at the apex. He held his breath as he neared his destination, eyeing her intently. At any moment, he expected her to shove him away, or tell him to stop.
The tip of his tentacle stroked lightly over her panties, making her sigh and squirm against him. He could smell her arousal and taste her sweetness. The tentacles were similar to a cephalopod’s, but still inherently alien, with abilities octopi and the like would never have. They had two delicate extensions similar to fingers, and he used them to push aside the crotch of her panties.
Sasha did sit up then, but only to lean closer. “May I see you? All of you?”
After a hesitation, he nodded. Angus leaned back, about to slip off the kilt.
“No, leave that. It’s incredibly sexy.” She grinned at him in a feral way that suggested she wanted to eat him up.
He was okay with that. Instead of removing the garment, he tugged the kilt up past his waist, holding his breath as she leaned closer to look at him. There was definitely an air of academic curiosity, but there was also intense hunger in her gaze that left no doubt she might find him interesting, but also found him attractive.
Instinctively, he curled his tentacles closer to his body, but a few coaxing strokes of her fingers had him relaxing. Each of his tentacles—front, back, left, and right—opened like an exotic flower to reveal his erect manhood.
“Oh, my.” There was a hint of color in her cheeks. “You’re certainly blessed in that department, honey.”
Angus’s face heated with a blush, and he gasped softly when she took the rigid shaft in her hand. As far as he knew, his cock was just like any other man’s, but she seemed to regard it as something special.
He almost died from the pleasure when she leaned forward to take it between her lips. Where she had been curious and experimental while sucking his tentacle, she was bold and confident with his erection. No one had touched him there before, and his body quivered with the excitement of the touch and the emotions it evoked.
Sasha sucked his head as she took in the length of him. Angus closed his eyes and surrendered to her, grunting and thrusting against her as she licked and nibbled him from head to base. He almost cried out with disappointment when she pulled away from him at the penultimate moment.
Angus opened his eyes and watched Sasha shed her bridesmaid dress and sexy pink underwear. The bra came last, and he drank in the sight of her pert brown breasts, tipped with large nipples the shade of mocha. His mouth ached to taste them, and his tentacles responded to the thought.
She gasped when he brushed them against her nipples, centering suckers over each turgid peak. Sasha mewled with ecstasy when he applied light suction. “More, baby.”
He complied, using all his focus to apply the perfect amount of pressure to her nipples, while a sneaky third tentacle infiltrated lower. Sasha cried out his name when Angus touched her clitoris with the tip of his tentacle before applying gentle pressure with a sucker. When he synched the suction and rhythm of all the suckers, she almost screamed as she fell to the floor on her hands and knees.
Sasha looked like she might die from pleasure as she wriggled and crawled her way toward him. Angus lay back when she pushed gently against his shoulders, maintaining contact with all her sensitive areas as his lover straddled him. She cupped his shaft to guide it to her opening, and he whimpered at the first brush of her liquid heat against his cockhead.
“Please, Angus. I need you.”
He’d never done it before, but Angus acted on instinct as he lifted his hips to claim his woman and shed his virginity. She seemed to have a bit of trouble taking him, but he was soon buried to the hilt inside her. Once seated firmly, he was able to concentrate on pleasuring her again and renewed the vigor of his suction on her clit and nipples.
She rode him, setting the pace, and Angus gritted his teeth to keep from coming right then. He might be a virgin, but he wasn’t going to act like one. He thrust against her, cupping her hips. She contracted around him, testing his resolve, but he persevered.
He lightened the suction until she had stopped trembling before resuming the sensual assault. Somehow, Angus held on to his own release until she had come twice more. When she was in the throes of her third release, he couldn’t hold back any longer and gave in. His first orgasm inside a woman made his eyes roll back in his head, and he thought he might swoon like some southern belle. Only the humiliation of the idea kept him alert as he dug his hands into her soft hips and pushed into her as deeply as he could while spilling his seed.
Afterward, they collapsed together onto the carpet in a panting heap. He turned his head when she kissed his jaw, capturing her mouth for a long kiss. Abruptly, he realized his tentacles were still attached to her erogenous zones and disengaged. They slumped onto his lover, wrapping her in a gentle embrace against him.
“Wow.” She sounded exhausted, though her skin glowed with satisfaction.
He nodded. “Aye, lass.” Angus put his arm around her, resting his hand on her back. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Not running screaming from the room.” He shifted uncomfortably. “You know you can’t tell anyone, right?”
She nodded. “Of course I can’t.” Sasha’s full lips turned up in a wicked grin. “Who’d believe me anyway, Angus?”
He laughed a bit. “It is a crazy tale.”
“No kidding. Fun as hell though.”
Angus bit his lip, not wanting to freak her out in a different way. “Would you consider doing it again sometime?”
Sasha cuddled closer, her head on his chest and one of her hands holding his nearest tentacle. “Very soon. I’d consider doing it every day for the rest of my life, baby.” Tipping her chin, she met his gaze. “Why don’t you come stay with me in San Diego for a while?”
Warmth suffused him, and he was filled with hope that he had finally made a lasting connection. His heart told him the woman in his arms was the true love he’d been searching for, and she would realize it too, once they had spent more time together. “Aye, that’d be nice. And then you can come to Scotland. I’ll show you the sights—Melrose Abbey, Edinburgh Castle, Skara Brae, and Loch Ness.”
“That sounds nice. Promise me you’ll wear the kilt, and you have a deal.”
Angus chuckled. “I’d rather go naked, but I think something can be arranged.”
Her eyes were warm like melted chocolate. “That idea has merit too.”
The End
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Alien Commander’s Bride by Scarlett Grove & Juno Wells
Chapter One
Lexi Garcia stepped off the bus and onto the street of the neighborhood she’d lived in all her life. The bus sped away up the street. In this part of town, the busses still weren’t retrofitted with the new alien hover technology she s
aw in the wealthier neighborhoods around her university.
The tall buildings thrust into the sky around her—red brick tenements that housed thousands of poor souls that would never escape the generations of poverty that had brought them here. Lexi had worked all her life to get where she was today, a top student at the best university in Seattle. She would make it out of here, even if her mother never did.
A couple of thugs standing on the street corner waved guns around in the air and shot off a few rounds. Lexi gripped her books to her chest and ducked into a doorway.
The men wore the anti-Draconian gang colors that so many people wore nowadays. She looked up at what they’d been shooting at. The wide wings of a dragon tilted above in the sky, maneuvering between buildings. She fixed her thick-lensed glasses and leveled her gaze at the young men on the street corner.
“You know your hand guns don’t have enough range to hit that thing, right? You’re more likely to kill yourself shooting straight up like that.”
“Who asked you?” one of them spat at her.
“You some kind of Dragon slut, or something?”
“Of course not!” she gasped, starting past them. Men like this were all over the place nowadays. She’d grown up on these streets, and wasn’t afraid of them.
She knew their mothers.
After she’d passed them, she turned and said, “Their hides are far too thick for regular bullets to penetrate. You should do some research if you plan to take down the advanced alien race that’s taken over our world.”
They postured and growled at her, but she giggled under her breath and hurried to the rusted chain link fence that surrounded her father’s house. Garbage had collected in the corners where fruit trees had once been.
But, that had been years before the Draconians had come.
The Draconians—a race of dragon shifting aliens who’d landed on Earth, demanding fertile women for their breeding needs. That’s when everyone found out that the legends about aliens had all been true—the Draconians had been here thousands of years ago to mate with human females.
Lexi pushed open the warped, wooden front door and stepped into the living room of her family’s three-bedroom house. Her father hunched over his computers—his screens moving a million miles a minute, his fingers moving just as fast over the keyboards.
Her father had always been technical. He’d once been an HVAC installer. That was before the great recession had landed him without a job. Before the Draconians had come and introduced their technology. Before her mother died.
Now, her father was like this. His eyes were covered with a pair of digital glasses that let him see the code he typed up close. He would be like that until late into the night.
“Hi Dad,” she said out of habit. But, he didn’t hear her. He was in his own world—the world of code and infinite connections. When he did bother to come out, she couldn’t tell if he was the same man anymore.
Lexi hurried back to her room, wishing she had the money to get herself a place of her own.
Unfortunately, the technology the Draconians offered in exchange for women hadn’t exactly had the massive positive effect many had originally predicted. Wealth inequality had become even wider. Illegal technology ran rampant in the mafia, and underground. New breeds of drugs, new areas to exploit. Lexi’s neighborhood had turned into a dystopian wasteland in just a few short years.
Still, the Draconians stayed and mated with their women. The mating lottery was open to all fertile females. If a girl was chosen, her family was given a massive dowry in exchange for the use of her womb.
It all made Lexi a little sick.
She dropped her backpack on the floor, and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Setting her books on her desk, she sat on the rickety old chair and flipped through her notebook. She had a lot of homework today.
As a poor student, it was harder than ever to make it through school. Student loans had been all but frozen. She’d only gotten into school because she had a full-ride scholarship from an old fund. Lexi was a wiz with chemical compounds. Some corporate headhunters had already been at her door, hoping to use her mind in the development of the new technologies the Draconians brought with them.
Lexi wanted nothing to do with it. She wanted to do something noble with her abilities. Like cure cancer, or feed the hungry. Neither of which the Draconian technology had solved.
She pulled out a mechanical pencil and started writing out the first math equation in her homework assignment.
Chapter Two
Lexi heard the sound of the door bursting open and loud voices shouting from the living room. She dropped her pencil on her desk, and jumped to her feet. The sound of her sister’s voice screaming, and low male voices shouting commands, filled her with dread.
Lexi burst into the living room to find her sister Melody being held by a couple of suit wearing thugs that Lexi recognized as men from the local mafia. This was bad. Her father slowly turned around and dropped the digital glasses from his face. The look of confusion in his eyes told Lexi that he was not quite with them still.
“Your past-due on your loan, Garcia,” the man holding Melody said.
“I’m almost done with this block of code. When I’m done with the data mining, I’ll be able to pay you back in full. I swear it,” her father begged.
“I’ve heard that way too many times from you, Garcia,” the man said, yanking Melody toward him. He wrapped his arm around her waist and sank his face into her neck, taking a long sniff. “Delicious,” he said. “I think I’ll take this one to repay your debts.”
“No!” Lexi screamed, reaching out for her sister.
“You have to give me an extension,” Lexi’s father said.
“I don’t have to give you anything,” the gangster replied, running his hand up Melody’s stomach, inching toward her breasts.
“I’ll pay you back! With all the interest, in one week,” Lexi barked, seeing her sister’s eyes wide with fear.
“But, this little girl is so much more valuable to me,” he said.
“She’s only seventeen.”
“My clients like underage girls,” he said. “But I’m willing to let you keep her, if you pay me back with all the interest in one week. If you’re late again, I take the girl.”
Lexi crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. He wanted her little sister, Melody, for his brothel. Melody was a beautiful girl, slender and pretty, with an innocent face. Melody looked more like their father, with light brown skin, straight brown hair, and a slight build.
Lexi looked more like their mother—short, curvy, dark skin, full lips, and thick hair. Lexi was also known for being a smart mouth on the street. She was not the type of girl Mario wanted for his brothel.
If Mario got ahold of Melody, he would destroy her sweet spirit. There was no way that a girl like Melody would ever survive. And, there was nothing they could do about it. If Lexi went to the cops about Mario, it would land her father in jail and they would all starve. The only solution was to find Mario his money, and never owe him another cent for the rest of their lives.
Mario threw Melody down on the couch. She landed with a thud and a shriek, and her father went right to her, putting his arm around her shoulders.
“You have one week, Garcia. One week, and I’m coming back for the girl.”
Mario walked out of the house, his goons following him. Lexi closed the door behind them, and went to sit with her father and sister on the couch.
“Girls, I’m so sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “Your mother would be so disappointed.”
“Let’s not bring Mom into this,” Lexi said.
“What are we going to do?” Melody asked, her voice trembling. Lexi couldn’t stomach the idea of her sister being taken to a brothel. The whole thing was just sickening. The fact that her father had taken a loan from a man like Mario was the last straw. He hadn’t been taking very good care of them since their mother died. Everything was an excuse, and it was
getting really old.
“Are you really going to get money from data mining?” Lexi asked her father.
“Yes, but it is going to be at least one week. Maybe two,” he admitted.
“Why the hell did you tell Mario that you would have the money in a week?” Lexi shouted. She was so tired of her father’s bullshit, that she couldn’t take it anymore. If not for Melody, she would’ve left this train wreck a long time ago.
About six months after the Draconians landed and the deal for technology was set, an influx of illegal technologies had flooded the black market. Men like Lexi’s father had gotten caught up in the rush to utilize the new technologies for a profit. A black Internet had risen in the aftermath of the Draconian invasion. Men like her father had invested massive amounts of money into the new technology, in in order to make a living through data mining in the black Internet.