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by Selena Kitt

  His breath comes first: hot and steamy against my soft lips. I’m glad I shaved. Evan swears he doesn’t care if I do or not, but I’m glad that I’m bare to the alien. I can feel him hovering so close to me. If he leans down just a little bit more his mouth will be on me. I know I’ll explode again. I don’t know if I can handle it.

  Ron watches me. Our eyes lock as he slowly licks his finger. He extends a tentacle from the tip of his finger and I watch him lick it. It’s the same dark green color as the rest of his body and makes me wonder what it will feel like lodged deep in my pussy.

  Is he going to make me scream again?

  My answer comes when he plunges his finger into my tight asshole without warning. Oh, he didn’t go for my pussy. He loves the unexpected. His thoughts come to me in waves as he fingers me there, stretching me, playing with me, delighting in me.

  “You humans,” he whispers secretly. His quiet thoughts roll over me. Does he even know what he’s thinking? Thought after thought, pleasure after pleasure. It’s all so much to handle. He extends the tentacle inside me and my eyes bolt wide as I try to focus on just feeling him, but I can’t. He presses his mouth to my pussy and I’m done for. Ron licks me until I come. I’m bolted in place by these invisible air locks and as much as I want to wriggle around, I can’t.

  I can’t come anymore. I think this to him as loudly as I can, but it doesn’t matter because I do.

  Again.

  And again.

  And again.

  When I’m weak and all of my feelings start to blur together, Ron moves me again. This time he flips me over so I’m floating on my stomach.

  I look down.

  The floor of the ship seems so far away, but it doesn’t matter. I know Ron won’t drop me. He won’t let anything happen to me. If nothing else, he’s shown me that he cares enough to keep me safe, at least while I’m here. For the duration of my stay, I’m his. Like it or not, he can do whatever he wants to me.

  I feel his hard length nudging at my entrance and I know this is it. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. This is the grand finale in my abduction: he’s going to take me.

  A million thoughts race through my head all at once, but they get jumbled and I can’t tell which ones are important and which ones are silly.

  What about birth control?

  What will Evan think?

  Would Evan even believe me?

  Is this a dream?

  Will it hurt?

  How will I ever be able to sleep with a human again after this?

  Ron just chuckles and tells me not to worry, then he plunges deep inside of me and I let the moment take me.

  My heart explodes within my chest, threatening to tear right out of my body. I gasp silently, my words caught in this invisible net that holds the rest of my body captive. He’s inside of me. All of him is inside of me.

  And it feels so strange, so unreal, so right.

  He slides inside of me over and over. His tentacles are out again. They’re exploring my breasts and twisting my nipples as I focus on the way he feels inside of me. Nothing has ever felt like this before. Nothing has ever made my heart pound so deeply. Nothing has ever been so forbidden.

  I wonder how I’ll be able to focus on my boyfriend ever again after this. It’s like I’ve been given the keys to the universe and I’m getting a glimpse inside an entire other world. If this isn’t a dream, how can I go back to reality?

  The tentacles crawl up to my mouth and once again, one plunges inside. I suck on it, enjoying the sweet taste. A second tentacle joins me and soon I’m enjoying another orgasm. If possible, it’s even more intense than the last ten I’ve had. Ron whispers something out loud. I can’t make out the words, but he says something I can hear with my ears and not just my heart.

  And then everything goes dark.

  Chapter Eight

  I open my eyes and realize that I’m in bed.

  I’m in my own bed and I’m awake.

  I lift the blankets and look down at my body. I’m nude. I’m completely, totally, one hundred percent nude.

  And I’m in my own bed.

  What the fuck happened last night?

  It must have been a dream, I tell myself. It had to have been. Come on. Who believes in aliens? Who believes in alien sex? Who believes they would be abducted and explored by an alien? Those are the types of fantasies we harbor secretly but that no one ever thinks will really happen.

  I close my eyes as I remember the fight I had with Evan.

  Every word he spat at me, every lie I screamed at him, every burning insult comes back.

  And I crush my pillow over my face, remembering that I have to deal with the remnants of that today. Maybe he’ll forgive me or maybe he won’t, but either way, the floating-on-a-mother-ship fantasy is over. I might as well forget it. Yeah, it was an amazing dream, but that’s all it could have been: a fake, all-in-my-head dream.

  My dream was amazing. It was so lifelike, so believable. Part of me wishes that it had been real, that it could have actually happened. After all, it’s a lot better to think that you were fucked by an alien than about to do damage control with your boyfriend.

  If you even still have a boyfriend to do that damage control with.

  Fuck.

  Will Evan even want to come back? Part of me thinks I messed up too deeply, that he won’t ever forgive me. Another part of me thinks we have a lot of potential in our relationship. Maybe we can work things out. Maybe things will be okay.

  I need to get out of bed, I realize. It’s probably far past time for work and I have to get dressed. I don’t even remembering falling asleep, much less falling asleep naked.

  As I sit up and slide my legs off the bed one-by-one, I remind myself to breathe.

  It’s going to be a big, long, hard day, but I can get through it.

  I stand up and stretch, feeling a little tender and sore, but nothing unusual. I’ve been working out pretty hard lately. Muscle aches happen. I must have jogged longer than I thought.

  But then I go into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. With a start, I take a closer look at myself.

  I realize that my lips have something green and sticky on them.

  I know it’s not from the wine I drank last night.

  I run my tongue over my lips to taste what it is.

  It’s sweet, like a popsicle.

  It’s sweet, like soda.

  It’s sweet, like my alien.

  My alien.

  My alien is real.

  The End

  ABOUT SOPHIE STERN

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  Bar

  I walked into a small bar. Our researchers had told me that this was a common place for males and females to meet before they mated for a night. As a prober for Kandalph Space Marines, I always complied with the local mating customs.

  I had to admit that while Terra 5, what its inhabitants called Earth, was laughably backwards, it did have an abundant supply of attractive women.

  A small young woman with straight black hair down to her waist passed me. I sniffed delicately. She smelled like she was fertile.

  Right now.

  I headed for her like a falcon seeking its prey. She was with somebody, another woman, and both of them were looking at the door. They were probably expecting somebody.

  I’d steal her first.

  I pushed my way through the crowd of odorous humans — honestly, their hygiene was appalling — to make my way to the small woman. All women on this planet were small, especially when I was taller than
their tallest basketball players, but this one was very small — the size of a child, and not a particularly tall child at that. I didn’t even know if her body could handle a normal-sized baby or not, but the nano-bots would tell me after they did their deep scan.

  “Hello,” I said, talking only to her and ignoring her friend, who was large, loud, and drinking beer. “My name is Brandon. What’s yours?” Only seven words, but I had already lied. My name was Berander.

  “Not interested.”

  I grinned. It seemed that the tiny human female was going to make me chase her. I was good at it.

  I leaned in so that I was close to her ear. I could hear her soft intake of breath as I came very, very close to her.

  “I’ll be back later.” I didn’t tell her how much later it would be. I patted her back, leaving a small tracker attached to her shirt. If she saw it, she’d think that it was a very fine hair.

  I walked away, making sure to fade into the crowd. It wasn’t easy, tall as I was in comparison to the humans around me, but I had been trained in the art of concealment and illusion since I was a child. If I diminished my height by two feet, I was unremarkable in this club. Nobody seemed to notice when I shrank a foot from my already reduced height; humans didn’t look. They were too wrapped up in their own silly little lives to see what was in front of them. I probably could have walked around as my natural self, double lashes, gold skin, and full height, and all they’d ask me would be whether or not I played basketball.

  Like I said, backwards.

  I went to my security team outside, scanning the bar for other women. Something about the small black-haired woman struck me, though. She was rude and dismissive, true, but someone with some spirit would be able to assimilate on another planet.

  We kept scanning the new arrivals to the bar as they came. They came in flocks, or at least the women did. They were all the same: long hair, gallons of paint, short skirts that revealed their legs, and tall shoes that caused them to stumble when intoxicated. It made no logical sense for them to wear such shoes when they went somewhere to drink alcohol. Humans were technically sentient beings, but they were very stupid.

  Later

  As the night went on, the humans got progressively drunker and sloppier. We had alcohol on our own planet, of course, but we didn’t use it to make fools of ourselves. We used it for celebrations, for the low-level euphoria that alcohol could induce, not the black-out drunk state that humans seemed to seek. They had a very unhealthy relationship with alcohol.

  The night wound down. The front door was locked to comply with city ordinances, but I knew that there were hundreds of people still inside, partying like there was no tomorrow.

  I checked the clock; it was tomorrow.

  I knew that I had one of the best jobs in the universe, but I had to admit that I didn’t find waiting to be particularly productive.

  Finally, the tracker that I’d put on the human woman moved.

  Showtime.

  My team moved into position, falling back as I went to take the lead. My prey and her friend were stumbling towards a taxi now. I needed to catch her before she left.

  Right as I walked up to them, her friend fell to her knees and emptied her stomach on the pavement. The stench rose and filled my nostrils. Humans were so disgusting sometimes.

  “Can I help you?” I asked, as if I weren’t about to steal her.

  “If you could help her get into the taxi, that would be great.”

  “I can do you one better. Why don’t I drive the two of you home? That way you don’t have to pay for a taxi.”

  She bit her lip, and I could see the indecision in her eyes.

  I opened my arms. “Come on. Do I look like an axe murderer?” The suit went a long way towards disguising who I really was. Humans were very easily deceived.

  “No,” she admitted reluctantly.

  “So there’s no problem getting into my car, is there?”

  “I guess not.”

  I picked up her friend and slung her over my shoulder.

  “Come on, then. I have a bag in the car for her to throw up in if she’s still feeling sick.”

  The small human scurried behind me as I slowly walked towards the car. Her legs were much smaller than mine, and it seemed as if she had to take double the amount of strides that I did in order to keep up.

  Then we were at my modified car, the one that had the external shell of a Tesla. She helped me open the door and settle her friend in a horizontal position in the backseat, a plastic bag handy for any vomit. The tiny woman went into the passenger seat of my car; I grinned. Everything was going according to plan. I could’ve switched my target at any time during the night — heaven knew that I had been surrounded by eligible fertile women — but I had sniffed this woman and found that she would definitely fit the bill.

  “Where does your friend live?”

  “Not too far. I’ll just key it into your GPS.” She tapped the screen a few times to start the navigation towards her friend’s house. I supposed that they must have come in a cab, anticipating that they’d be too inebriated to drive home later. I guessed that they were sensible, as far as humans could be sensible.

  Drive

  We drove in silence for a while, making our way to the destination. The voice of the horrible rudimentary AI grated on my nerves, but I didn’t say anything. Bots in the wider universe were far more advanced, but she’d helped me out by directing my positioning system. I was careful to conceal it, but the car was driving itself to the correct destination. Automated driving was a standard thing in the rest of the universe, but the humans were too backwards to have it yet. They apparently had regulations against something that would save hundreds of thousands of their lives every year. I had to admit that it was handy how many of their own kind they nearly killed. It made snatching the barely alive bodies a lot easier. We could replace them with inanimate versions and make sure that those inanimate versions were later cremated.

  We’d studied humans for years, intent on stealing as many fertile human woman as possible. Some of the women who nearly died in car accidents due to idiotic throwback driving behavior were sold as Brides. Others were too damaged and resettled in jobs in the galaxy where there weren’t too many women. KSM made sure that they were placed in stable conditions.

  Terra 5 was teeming with humans, which was a blessing. They had overpopulated their planet and were slowly killing it. In a way, stealing them was going to save them. We thinned the herd a little, piece by piece, so subtly that they couldn’t even see it. They also reproduced at a rate that was incredible. On many other planets, females were lucky to have a single child in their lifetimes. On Terra 5, females could easily have a dozen or more children, although it was only common in some areas. Terran females were absurdly valuable as a result, which was why I had a lucrative job abducting them.

  The car chimed as it reached the destination that she had keyed in.

  “Hold on, okay? I’ve got to get Marcy back to her apartment.”

  “Take your time,” I told her. I wouldn’t rush this abduction.

  I waited inside of the car, rolling the windows down so that I could smell the crisp night air. The air quality, wonder of wonders, wasn’t actually too bad around the DC area. I could smell the scent of damp soil, the legacy of the rain that had fallen. Earth had an abundance of the resource that would make them the wealthiest beings in the Intergalactic Federation if only they knew about it. Water was extremely precious and necessary for life; on other planets, ones not 75% covered in water, water was the only currency that mattered, which was why it was the basis of the Intergalactic Federation’s monetary system. It would be easy to siphon off some water from their oceans. The only reason why KSM wasn’t exporting water from this rich planet was that transportation of water after the purification process wouldn’t be cost-effective. Water was very heavy, and launching it into space took a lot of power. The day would come, though, when energy was cheap enough for us to begin to tak
e the water that we wanted into space.

  This planet was a treasure trove. They literally only scratched the surface when they mined; they hadn’t yet invented the mechanisms for digging deeper. Untold wealth was beneath the surface of their planet, and the humans didn’t even see it.

  The lush vegetation, which they called grass, didn’t exist on my home world. I’d grown up in a desert, where water was more precious than anything else. Every house had its own purification system solely so that any water that we used would be recycled and held onto. We had a sonic shower, of course, but we had bodily functions just like every other living being. I couldn’t get used to the humidity of this planet, but I didn’t necessarily have to stay in DC.