by Selena Kitt
It makes me remember the way he acted in that damn combat simulator, as if his strength isn’t just for show, but is actually needed for something.
Then he sits down beside me. I can sense that he doesn’t want to proceed too fast, probably because he’s afraid he’ll scare me. But the bulge in his pants is just as prominent as mine.
I take a little sip of the drink. “Seen a lot of combat?”
He nods. “Some. That’s the thing when you have a big empire. Others want to take it from you.”
“And combat in space is a lot like that simulator thing?”
“More or less. That machine simulates the stress level, not really the specific surroundings during a battle.”
He puts his arm over the back of the couch, so his hand can play with my hair. It’s an immensely intimate touch, and I like it. Even here, with just the two of us, his intense power is so strong it electrifies the air around him.
I can’t help but wonder what the flip side of that might be. Is he prone to violent outbursts of anger, perhaps? Or does he engage in casual cruelty?
No, it’s impossible. He knows what he wants, and he gets it without much trouble. Heck, he’s got me now, and I’m not even attracted to guys. I don’t think he has a cruel streak in him. But I’m sure he has a temper. He may be an alien, but he can’t be that different. And he doesn’t do fake. He’s real, all the way through.
I move closer and look at him. It’s nice to just sit here, but now he got me fired up, and I want more.
His arm slides down to my shoulders. It’s heavy and warm and his scent fills my consciousness for a brief moment, making me feel dizzy and light-headed. I feel a surge of hotness to my crotch and my cock strains against the confining crotch of my jeans all by itself. I can’t recall the last time I was this turned on.
He leans over and sniffs my hair. It makes me wonder if these aliens have a better sense of smell than we do.
He growls close to my ear. Yeah, he can probably be dangerous. Very dangerous. But now, he’s not. Or just a little, perhaps.
“I like your smell,” he says, and his voice is deeper than before. I’m not the only one who’s turned on. I slide my hand over to his pants and feel the long bulge there. Yep, rock hard. I stroke it with my fingers outside the alien fabric and he growls again, plainly enjoying it.
I look at him and smirk. He’s a powerful man, and I enjoy the influence I have over him now.
The alien surroundings make me relax and not worry about this. What happens in the UFO stays in the UFO, and none of my friends can see me here. If I try this, just once, it doesn’t mean that I’m suddenly attracted to men.
I take a long breath and relax, feeling any tension leave me. This is okay. All that remains in me is my excitement, and I can feel it surge now that I’m allowing it to.
It makes me happy, and I place the other hand behind his neck and pull his towards me, opening my lips a little. It feels fantastic to let go.
His lips are dry against mine, dry and smooth, and the touch is like a spark. They are a sensuous part of his face, like his long, dark eyelashes that make his eyes look like gray stars. It breaks up the intense masculinity and makes him more attractive. He’s maybe not beautiful in the ordinary sense, but he’s attractive as few other men.
I press my lips against his again, not wanting to let go of him. His mouth tastes fresh, like a vague mix of ginger and mint, fresh and clean. And warm. I open my lips more to admit his tongue, and he carefully explores me.
I have a moment of unreality as the situation dawns on me. I’m sitting here, in a damn spaceship, making out with an actual alien. An alien prince, even, with power over untold millions of beings. I feel dizzy again, but it passes. I look into his eyes. They still have a piercing quality, but there’s warmth in them, too.
“Nothing happens here that you have doubts about,” he says. “You are in control.”
I don’t respond, just start fumbling with the waistband of his pants. There’s no ordinary fly, just some alien mechanism that I don’t really have the patience to try too figure out right now. He calmly unfastens it, and I stick my hand down his front. On one side of my hand is his impossibly flat and hard abdomen, on the other side is the satin smoothness of his cock. I grip it, and he moans.
“Does this tell you what I want?” I ask.
“It does,” he says, and his eyes glitter “Aliens aren’t as hard to understand as some say.”
We get busy undressing each other. I enjoy seeing his insanely muscular and hot body being revealed in front of me, noticing all the scars all over his chest. Yep, he’s seen some action, no doubt about it.
My jeans and shirt are quickly discarded, and now we’re both naked. He runs his hand over me, kisses me once more and unceremoniously grabs my cock is one strong hand. It’s remarkable how tender the touch of this alien space warrior can be.
I grab his throbbing cock, too, marveling at the hardness. We change positions. He’s sitting on the couch, his legs spread, and I’m on my knees on the couch facing him. He has his arm around me, pulling me close and caressing my ass, his other hand on my cock again, caressing it gently.
Nah, this is too far away. I swing one leg over and sit down on his lap, feeling his hard, thick thighs under me. Our cocks are touching now, and it feels pretty damn good.
I jerk his cock up and down a couple of times. It’s pretty big, but I want this now. “You’re gonna need some lubrication,” I say, hoping not to have to explain why.
In response he simply reaches behind the couch with one hand and comes back up with a finger coated in something shiny. He lets me smell it. It’s a gentle, fruity scent, nothing chemical at all. He gets more of it and covers his throbbing cock in the material. It’s invisible. I touch it. It doesn’t feel wet or cold at all, it’s like liquid air.
“Talk to me,” he says. “I don’t want to get close to hurting you.”
I nod, because I’m so turned on my mouth is dry. Facing him on his lap with one leg on each side of him, I place his cock behind me, towards the hole. He’s holding me close with his large hands on my back.
“Be careful and slow,” I say. “I’ve never done this before.” It’s unnecessary to say it, because I know he will be gentle. And I’m controlling this, after all.
I slide down an inch and feel his hardness at my entrance. I relax and it slides in a little. That lube is smooth.
I gasp, not from pain, but from the sensation that’s both familiar and completely new. I slide down another half-inch. I don’t know if its the lube or that my ass was just made for fucking, because I feel no discomfort. I can feel the opening stretching, but any pain seems far away.
“Take it slow,” Brax’on says, keeping calm. “We have all the time in the world. No need to rush.”
His understanding and caring manner makes it impossible to feel anything but stoked about this. I want this to be good for both of us.
I take another deep breath and sink further down, feeling the opening stretch even more. He has to be an inch inside me now, and it feels good.
“I can learn to like this,” I say and sink down all the way. The hole is fully open, and I feel his cock slide into me. I lean forward and pull up. It’s easy – that lube must be just sensationally high tech to allow all the good feelings but none of the less good ones I have expected. Any anxiety I may have had evaporates.
But I want one change. I climb off Brax’on’s lap and get on my knees on the couch, sticking my ass up so he can take care of this and I can relax and just enjoy. He gets it and shifts his own position, getting behind me and placing his cock at my entrance. He thrusts gently, and it slides in with just the right resistance for it to feel good. As it does, it hits some point in me that feels so wonderful it just has me seeing stars.
“Oh yes,” I moan in delight. “That feels... just great.” Yeah, I don’t really have a way with words when these things are going on. He hits the same spot several times, and I feel a heat start
ing to build in the whole pelvic area, a liquid heat that spreads slowly throughout me.
He keeps fucking me, not too hard, but not too soft, either. I trust him completely and I enjoy the sensation of being this intimate with this man. The tension and heat build in me until I feel that the dam is about to burst. As if he knows, Brax’on reaches around me and grabs my cock in his hand, holding gently around it, and with each thrust into me he stimulates the most sensitive parts of my cock too.
I enjoy the sensation of the climax building in my spine and snowballing to a peak so high it takes me by surprise, because it does feel different from the orgasms I usually get, as if it comes from deeper in me, as if it encompasses more of me.
Still Brax’on fucks me and hits all the right spots, and still my cock is in his hand, and then I let go and gasp and moan as I feel the blissful feeling overpower me and my cock spraying juices so hard it flies many feet away. Then Brax’on increases his speed just a little, and he grunts and holds me harder and I can fell his boiling hot juice shoot into me, filling me with his seed as he claims me.
He stays inside me for a minute while we come down.
“I’m glad I came here tonight,” I sigh. “That... was pretty spectacular.”
“I’m glad you came, too,” he growls, as if there’s any doubt. “More than glad, in fact. Happy.”
I’m exhausted and overtaken with tender feelings for the alien who has shown me this. He takes me in his arms and lifts me, carries me easily over to a bed that seems to have magically appeared by one of the walls, and he lays me down carefully.
It must be the oxytocin in me, because I’m touched by his tenderness and care. And I can’t help but marvel at how he’s able to lift all of me that easily, like I’m no heavier than a puppy.
He gets into bed with me, and he caresses me until I fall asleep, which takes about two seconds.
Chapter Eleven
- Prince Brax’on -
I wake up with my arms around Aithan, spooning him. Strange. I usually can’t sleep when I’m in bed with someone. But with him, that doesn’t seem to be a problem at all. I like the way he smells, I suppose.
I get up and get dressed in informal clothes. A prince’s duties are never over, and I have received thousands of messages from my officials in different parts of the empire since last night. My viziers have narrowed it down to a handful that only I can handle, decisions that I will not delegate to anyone.
I easily get consumed with these things, running the empire and imagining the future for it and trying to navigate around hazards that look harmless now, but could threaten everything six months ahead. I’ve been ruling the kingdom now for a few years, while my father the king has been sick, and in honesty I’d hate to give up the task of running it.
After a while Aithan comes out of the bedroom. I don’t recall him looking so pale before.
“Good morning,” I say. “How do you feel?”
He groans and holds his abdomen. “Terrible. What was in those drinks last night?”
I frown, worried. “Only absolutely pure ingredients, I assure you. We prefer our drinks to not have any side effects other than a mild buzz.”
“Well, they did more to me than that. I puked my guts out just now. Maybe I’m allergic or something.”
I look at him more closely. He’s pale, but he doesn’t look sick, exactly.
I get to my feet and escort him to the couch. “We’ll see what this is,” I say calmly, feeling not at all calm myself.
I summon a medic, and she’s there within seconds. There’s always several on duty, just in case. This one is a captain in our navy, and she looks experienced.
“How can I help you, Your Highness?” she says in our Itherian language. She’s probably confused. I never have health problems, and she doesn’t quite know how to start.
I point. “He’s an Earthling, and he’s not feeling well.”
The medic goes over and checks him quickly with a piece of technology, a medical scanner. That’s pretty much all they are, the medics we have, just operators of equipment. As far as I can tell, anyway.
It only takes a few seconds, and then she frowns and does it all again. It makes me impatient.
“Well?” I’m afraid my impatience seeps through in my voice.
She looks at her scanner in disbelief.
“Your Highness, I... I don’t understand...”
“What is it?” Yep, definitely some impatience there.
“The symptoms and the state of his cells... He is male, right? For certain?”
“Yes, yes. Get to the point.”
She checks her scanner again. “I’m sorry, Your Highness, but it seems... everything points to this man being pregnant.”
I just stare at her for three heartbeats. Then I have to control myself to not explode. I take a deep breath.
“That’s entirely ridiculous, Captain,” I snarl. “He’s male. How in space would that be possible? No, find another diagnosis. One that’s correct.”
“The scanner expresses it with 99 percent certainty, Your Highness.”
I scoff and summon two other medics. They do exactly the same things the first one did, down to the frown and the puzzlement on their faces. They confer softly.
“Don’t worry,” I say to soothe Aithan. He’s beginning to look worried. “They don’t get much to do around here, so they want to make the most of it this time.”
“Your Highness,” the first medic says, and I do detect a tiny air of pride in her. “We all agree. This man is pregnant. Delivery can be expected in ten weeks.”
“Or possibly eleven,” one of the other medics add.
I have to keep a straight face for Aithan’s sake. One insane or drunk medic is one thing. But if they all agree, I have to take it seriously.
“A pregnant male? How is that possible?”
“Your Highness,” a lieutenant medic begins, “it’s not completely unheard of in medical science. The cases are extremely rare, it’s true. But at least two cases are well documented.”
“Were they royals?” I’m starting to suspect something.
“No, Your Highness, they were not. But they both gave birth to a royal, because they had both been impregnated by a royal. In one case, it was King Trag the Second who was the... umm... father, and in the other, it was Crown Prince Quar. They both impregnated males, who then went on to give birth to heirs.”
“Were the men they impregnated – the mothers, I suppose – aliens?”
They all nod eagerly. “They were both humanoid non-Itherians, Your Highness. The symptoms are almost immediate. This alien displays precisely what we would expect to see a few hours after the impregnation. Actually, from an evolutionary point of view, this appears to be a mechanism that-”
I cut him off with an angry wave of the hand. This is not the time for any bio-historical account.
I sit back in my chair and look at Aithan. He can’t follow the conversation, but he has to understand from everything that something unusual is going on.
He has to know. Honesty has served me well as a prince. But it usually has a price.
I get up, go over to him and sit down beside him, waving the medics out of the room. They scurry out. I can only imagine that they have seen me angry at some other occasion, or heard of my outbursts. They don’t want to be anywhere near one.
I put one arm around him and look into his eyes. He’s afraid, and it angers me that anything should scare him. I want to protect him against everything.
“Aithan,” I say calmly, “first, know that everything will be taken care of. There is no cause for alarm. You’re with me. I am a prince. Nothing bad will happen to you, and that’s a promise.”
I suppose I could have started with something more elegant, but words fail me at the moment.
“The medics have ascertained something unusual about you, something that is rare. It’s not a disease. You’re in no danger at all.”
Well, I don’t know that to be true. But it bet
ter be, or heads will roll.
I take a deep breath. “Here’s the thing, Aithan: You’re pregnant.”
Chapter Twelve
- Aithan -
I don’t know if it’s the alien surroundings or the drinks from last night or the sensational sex or this weird allergic reaction that I seem to have now, but when he says that outrageous thing, I see the room rotate around me and I think I black out for a moment.
It’s only for a split second, because Brax’on doesn’t move much. But he looks at me with the most worried face I’ve ever seen.
“No,” I manage. I’m actually relieved that it wasn’t something bad. “That’s not possible. I don’t know how your species does it, but with us, only women can get pregnant. I don’t have the... umm, the hardware.”