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by Selena Kitt

  He stroked her hair, and she looked up into his eyes. “We’ve mated, my beloved bride—the stars in my heavens. I can feel the bonding deep in my soul.”

  “I can feel it too, sweet, beautiful Nash. I feel it, too.” She crawled up to plant a kiss on his chin. He smiled down at her as she nestled into his shoulder.

  “You grow more beautiful by the day,” he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and she closed her eyes with a sigh. Their legs tangled together when they drew closer to each other. Feeling full to overflowing with joy and peace, Lexi drifted off to sleep.

  When she opened her eyes, she saw Nash standing in the doorway in his uniform. “What time is it?” she asked, groggily, leaning up on her elbow.

  “Early morning, beloved. You should go back to sleep.”

  “Where are you going?” she asked, lying back down.

  “I have things to attend to with the Draconian government at home.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  On the bridge, Nash addressed the President of Draconia, reporting on the progress of the mating mission.

  “Yes, President. We have just made our 1,857th mating.”

  “How many of those are military?” the President asked.

  “Roughly half of my fleet is military. The men who have been mated have been about half enlisted military, as well.”

  “And, the other five thousand military men?”

  “They have not yet been mated.”

  “We need to pull out all our military men, now. The mating can wait.”

  “But, President Yoshor, that would leave us with no defenses.” Nash said.

  “You have defense capabilities, Commander. I even considered pulling you back, too. But, I decided against it.”

  “There are serious threats to the human population here, from our interference.”

  “The technology deal was a bad plan. Should have just taken the women and left. Less loss of resources.”

  “As the Commander of this mission, I respectfully disagree. If we ever want to use human DNA again, it is in our best interest to protect this population, not help it to an early extinction.”

  “Deal with whatever needs to be dealt with, Commander Nash. In the meantime, we’re pulling out all military personnel, as of now.”

  “Sir,” he said, but the screen went black.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Six weeks later, Lexi stood by the big window in her apartment, cupping her soft belly. There was a life growing inside her—she and Nash’s child.

  She looked up as he entered the room, smiling with her secret. He came to her at once and took her hands in his, planting a kiss on her cheek.

  “Nash, I’ve just been to the medic,” she said.

  “Oh? Are you alright, my beloved mate?”

  “Yes. I’m more than alright.” She smiled slyly, barely able to contain herself.

  “What is it?”

  “Nash.” She took his hand and touched it to her belly. “I’m pregnant.”

  He immediately picked her up in his arms, twirling her around in a circle. He set her back on her feet with an expression on his face that said he could barely breathe.

  “A baby,” he said, letting out a long breath.

  He hugged her to him. Lexi could feel his joy radiating through his body, and hers. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted.”

  She could tell something was wrong, though. Nash had seemed distant since the night of their mating. Then, the military personnel moved out. It had been a difficult time for him.

  She understood now, the kinds of restraints he was operating under. The larger government of Draconia was at war. The much-needed mating mission was a lower priority. What had happened on Earth could have been prevented, but at this point, she no longer blamed anyone for the current problems.

  She knew Nash was on the same page as her about everything. But, his hands were tied in a lot of ways. Without any trained military left with the fleet, it would be hard to implement any kind of change on Earth as effectively.

  “I have some good news, too” Nash said, looking deep into space outside the window.

  “What is it, dearest?” she asked, hooking her arm around his waist.

  “The government is sending a task force to help combat the issues technology has created—help Earth get on a better course for the future.”

  “Really?” she asked, gazing up at him.

  “The government is officially taking a stance on our Earth issues?” she added, smiling.

  “Yes. These men are the best of the best. Trained in dozens of hand-to-hand fighting techniques, and exotic weapons. They are our top special forces soldiers.”

  “How many are they sending?” Lexi asked.

  “Twenty.”

  “Only twenty?”

  “Believe me, with these guys, twenty is enough.”

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  Alien Hitchhikers by Greta Bowles

  Smuggling Ain’t Easy

  “You fix us up with this crappy cargo and now you want us to do you a favor?” I looked at Caleb, giving him my best what-the-fuck glare. He shrugged it off. I think we’ve done business together too long and the bastard knows me better than I’d like.

  “Isadora, it’s a little one. All I’m asking you to do it jettison a small package, a box for me. You’re already hauling my cargo to Arabelle II. Doing this for me just means you approach the nearest sun and shoot the box into it.”

  I snorted, trying to sound derisive. “That isn’t a little favor Caleb. It’s a big deal. The sun isn’t just down the street you know? That task not only adds a lot of distance to the trip, it means that we are visible to tax patrols for at least three extra days. We aren’t making diddly squat on this run as it is.”

  “It does increase the risk,” Bernie, my partner put in. He sounded far too reasonable for my taste. “And risk should be paid for.” When he added that I forgave him. He’d made the right point.

  “I’ll sweeten the pot then,” Caleb said, looking tired. “The thing is... an important client asked me to get rid of the box for them. I have no idea why it needs to go in the sun, but it seems important to them. Because I want to curry their favor maybe I can give you a few hundred credits in return for doing this little thing.”

  “More likely they are paying you two or three times what you are offering me to get rid of whatever it is.” I was in a bad mood. Smuggling was always a rough business, but the authorities were making it almost impossible for a girl to make a dishonest living. Here I was, an entrepreneur, an employer, and they were trying to put me out of business. What possesses people to act that way? And now Caleb, one of my best customers in terms of both imports and exports, wanted to complicate my life.

  “Is it radioactive or toxic?” Bernie asked.

  “Yeah, good question.”

  Caleb shrugged. “I don’t know. It isn’t emitting anything detectable from the box but I have no intention of trying to find out what’s inside. If you are incredibly curious, don’t blame me.”

  Reluctantly we took on the additional chore. We needed the money. BEYOND HOPE, our ship, was almost as bad off as her name implied. Repairs, expensive repairs loomed high on the schedule and we didn’t have the money to pay for it. Before repairs though I wanted to make this run and get laid.

  Unleashed

  Bernie was the one who opened the box. He just couldn’t resist finding out what was in it, as if he’d never heard of Pandora. If I’d asked,
and if he’d been coherent at that moment, I know he would’ve said that it was a safety precaution, and he was just making sure we had it in a good environment. It didn’t help that the box had just one latch on it. It looked so fucking harmless that when you knew what was going on you wanted to laugh. Unfortunately, after opening the box he wasn’t coherent and no one was laughing.

  Anyway, I’d locked in the course and was heading to get a drink when I heard Bernie moaning crazily. That wasn’t his style so I stuck my head in the lounge to see what was up. I saw him lying on his back on the couch, stark naked, his cock rock hard and him jerking it for all he was worth. With most males that would be fairly normal, but Bernie’s race gets aroused precisely every 42 days and then they stayed excited for 42 hours. Clockwork stuff. It’s crazy shit, but there you have it. When you see one of the males with a stiffy, you know they all have them. Somehow his entire race is synchronized. On his home planet, when the horn dog clock strikes one, the entire place shuts down for a two-day orgy. When it’s over it all goes back to a sexless normality for another 42 days. It wasn’t like I took that at face value either. Bernie and I made a lot of long trips together and his sexual chemistry made for a wild time when he got excited, but I’d found, to my dismay, that it also meant there was no fucking way I was going to get laid in between times unless we were somewhere with other kinds of creatures. He couldn’t respond any other time. And just the week before Bernie had grabbed me when I was coming out of the shower and more or less banged me silly for about 30 of those 42 hours. That meant this little show I was gawking at was totally off the scale for weird.

  Adding to the mystery was the blue glow that was spreading down his face. Then I remembered the stories of alien hitchhikers. The open box was on the floor. Caleb was trying to get rid of one and Bernie had opened the box. Now a hitchhiker had him.

  Like most people I’d heard of them, but I’d never encountered them. What I’d heard was chilling, and while Bernie is my friend and I wanted to help him, I turned my ass around and made a dash for the door. I wasn’t sure that would do any good, but at the time any distance I could put between me and that creature seemed like a good thing.

  Hitchhikers feed on sex. They don’t have any gender themselves, but there is something about the sexual chemistry and body fluids of creatures that have sex that they can’t resist. I don’t know the details but the story goes that they permeate the host creature. And Bernie was certainly permeated. I didn’t intend to be permeated, at least not without some foreplay.

  But I didn’t make it as far as the door. The box held more than one predator and true to that nature one of them anticipated my dash for freedom. It must’ve circled behind me. As I ran I felt it touch my ankle and although I didn’t know what was happening I knew I didn’t like the feel of it. I looked down at my leg and saw blue goo covering it and spreading, as if gelatin was congealing on my leg. It wasn’t sexy at all and I tried to shake it off, but it was stuck hard—glued in place. And then, like some aggressive bungee cord, it wrapped around my leg and dissolved into me.

  The chemical rush was fantastic, like really good drugs. In this case, like aphrodisiacs. Powerful aphrodisiacs. I’m not sure what they get from being in someone who is fucking, whether it’s a food thing, or pleasure, or something entirely different, but what I know is they like it hot. They want their host smoking hot horny. They seem able to gain access to your hormone switches and their game is manipulate them to provide the biggest turn on you’ve ever experienced. Once they start playing with your internal chemistry set almost any other creature looks hot and you want them bad.

  For me all that information had been folk legend—until now. As this hitchhiker climbed on board for a ride I found myself needing a fuck more than I can ever remember, and I am a reasonably horny female of the promiscuous persuasion. Call me oversexed if it makes you feel good but I never needed some big excuse to fuck, just a partner that was hot and the opportunity. I was ready to fuck myself with anything close to resembling a hard cock. I turned back to see Bernie writhing on the couch. Like I said, when he does get it up he is a good fuck and right now he had had the only hard cock around and I wanted it in my cunt.

  I heard whispers, voices. I think they were in my head, rather than my ears, but they were compelling.

  What a lovely prick. Oh how fantastic it’s going to feel stuffed inside your pussy.

  They got no argument from my fevered brain. Unable to do anything else, I tore off the little clothing I wore on board and made for him. He saw me coming. His eyes were big as saucers. I’m not sure if it was the loss of control of his body or just being off his screwing schedule, but he was torn between terror and ecstasy as I climbed over him, standing on the couch to get enough altitude to reach the top of Mount Cock and take it deep into my already wet pussy.

  Normally as I sink down on a big, hard one, feel it fill me up, I get a sense of relief or at least satisfaction as if I’d reached a sex milestone. This was different. With it inside me, I wanted it even more, and I was bouncing on him, taking every inch as hard as I could. He reached up and grabbed my hips and helped slam my ass down while his hips thrust upward. We’d never rocked it that hard before. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bernie cried out as we did exactly that.

  The hitchhikers weren’t content to play chemical voyeur. I could sense them moving through my body, slipping in and out of flesh and bone like wraiths. They were everywhere as I rode that lovely prick. And they touched, if that’s the right word, doing something to intensify every sense, trying to make it explode inside me. I felt tendrils of... something, a kind of tingling as they explored my body, maybe looking for the best vantage point to watch from. There was some kind of vibration from Bernie’s body as well, so I knew they weren’t just flowing into his cock. I had my hands braced on his chest and this weird shit flowed back and forth from my body to his... between my hands and his chest, between my thighs and his legs, and mostly between his throbbing cock and the tender flesh of my cunt. Every one of the 8000 nerve endings I’ve read a vagina contains had gone on red alert.

  The hitchhiker wasn’t content to sit and watch either. It wandered through my body, tingling, teasing, testing anything with nerve endings. When the tingle crept down my spine to my anus it grew stronger, as if the invader sensed a new level of arousal was possible. It seemed to like what happened when it played with my ass, because I felt an inrush as if the entire creature flowed up my ass, filling it almost like a liquid cock. It pumped in my ass, expanding and contracting. I’d never experienced anything like that and I came right then, with my body twitching and my brain shooting off fireworks.

  Bernie was a good fuck, but no one had ever made me come that hard. I slumped forward just as Bernie was coming, shooting a huge load of cum up inside me.

  Then he collapsed. I felt an implosion in my cunt as the creature inhabiting his cock, flowed into my pussy following the surge of his jism. His cock softened quickly, and his cum leaked out onto the couch. The creature in my ass flowed out after it, scooping it off the couch and the one in my cunt sucked it up. That’s the only way I can describe it. The one on the couch was just a yellowish blob greedily chasing down white globs of cum and the one in my cunt was bouncing off my interior walls as it consumed its warm dinner.

  The creatures rested, or something, for a bit and I lay on Bernie, exhausted. But I was worried about him. The intensity of the sex was pretty wild for me, and for a guy with such a prescribed sex life, I worried that his system would be taxed.

  His species is weak that way.

  With the creature moving into my cunt and ass as it pleased it shouldn’t have surprised me that it could talk to me in some way but it did. That it said anything was odd, but it seemed to want to discuss Bernie’s fate.

  “Going on like this will kill him,” I pointed out as the creature on the couch slipped back in my ass and began playing fuck games again.

  Not you though.

  “I guess not right awa
y.”

  We need alternatives. Takes us to a place where we have more creature bodies to enjoy and this one can rest some.

  I wondered how long Caleb had kept these babies locked up. They were like convicts who’d been doing life.

  If you want to spare your friend, take us where there are enough creatures to satisfy us.

  I wasn’t sure there was such a place, so I tried to think of the closest possibility. That took some thinking... at least 30 seconds of hard consideration. “Little Rock,” I told them. “It’s a flesh bar on an asteroid.” Hence the cutesy name.

  I saw a strange glow in Bernie’s eyes. Knowing that two of the hitchhikers were still playing with me that told me there was a third one. The two in me were teasing, touching, building up the delicious fires of tormented arousal slowly.