by Leela Ash
Down to where she really wanted to see.
What waited for her, standing big, thick and proud between his legs was the most perfect, huge, engorged cock she had ever seen. Her eyes were almost as wide as his as she took it all in and bit her bottom lip.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
He moved closer to her and wrapped a long arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. He slid his hand between her legs to separate them before slipping his huge length between them and rubbing himself on her. She could feel him, big and hard, and the feeling of him pressed against her was exquisite. She gasped as a wave of pleasure pulsed through her, making her gush onto his alien wang.
He flicked her clit slowly and slipped a huge wet finger inside of her as she writhed against him and began moaning again with pleasure. The group had been a shock in the most amazing way, but this was something else entirely. An energy bounced off him that was hard to take in. She knew he was not only different from her and anyone else she had ever met, but that he was one of the most powerful creatures she had ever encountered. When she couldn’t take the suspense anymore, she let her hand wander down and groped for him. When she first managed to wrap her hand around it, she couldn’t believe how big he was. She had never been with a man who was that size before and she was suddenly scared… How was she going to take this huge extra-terrestrial cock? After not being with a man for so long, suddenly she was going to be penetrated by something inhuman and he was going to impregnate her. She shuddered as he laid her back onto the white table she had woken up on. The Lord groaned as he climbed on top of her and moved between her legs so his massive length was positioned at her opening. He looked her deep in the eyes and pushed himself into her slowly, penetrating her inch by inch, opening her wider than she had ever been. She gasped, the pain and the pleasure rippling through her as he thrust himself in and out, his intense heat filling her up, making them one. She felt weightless as he gripped onto her soft, plump, juicy thighs and pounded her. She opened herself up to him like a flower, his hot hard dick pumping in and out of her and bringing her to the edge of the most intense release. She gripped onto him and her whole body tensed up as he fucked her, hitting her spot so hard and good, she knew she could not hold on much longer.
Just when she thought it couldn’t get any more intense, a set of long tentacles rose out of his back and pinned her in place. She gasped as he became more rigid and she knew she was about to collect his seed. The idea of him cumming inside her was too much to bear and she threw her head back in an explosive rush of pleasure. As she started to climax, The Lord’s body also began to tense and jerk and he pumped his hot seed right up inside her. He emptied himself into her pussy, gripping onto her with the heat and ice rising from him. Her whole body spasmed as she came, and she bit onto his shoulder, sinking her teeth into his slippery white flesh until a huge roar came from him. The power that came along with it was so impressive that she knew that something in her had been changed forever. In an instant she knew she was his… The Lord had claimed her.
Chapter Seven
When she awoke, she was alone. She was draped in a shining silver sheet and when she got to her feet, it clung to her like a dress. It molded itself around her body perfectly and she had never felt more comfortable. She looked around the big white room for signs of life. Of any of the alien men or of her Lord, but there was none. She walked forward and tried to find a wall or an edge to the room, but it just seemed to carry on. It was if she was trapped in dead space. Eventually she gave up and found her way back to the white table. She sat on the edge and let her legs swing free. In between them, her pussy was still throbbing and was dripping with cum. She lay back and sighed. It had been the most intense and amazing experience of her entire life…but what would he want to do with her now? Was he going to keep her there and imprison her on the ship? Would she be trapped in that white room while her body changed and she grew an alien-human hybrid baby? Or would they take her home and let her live her life until the day when she gave birth?
Maybe I’m not even pregnant, she thought.
“You are.” The voice came out of nowhere. Victoria spun around to see the alien man from the bar standing behind her.
“How did you…?” she asked, confused. It was like he had read her mind.
“We are telepathic,” he nodded. “So be careful what you’re thinking.”
Victoria couldn’t help it, but a little smile crept across her face and she found herself looking down at his package. She could tell he too had a huge member and after her experience with The Lord and knowing what these aliens could do, she would happily go again. He read her mind and raised an eyebrow.
“You’re not mine to take,” he told her.
“Of course,” she said, lowering her head with embarrassment. “How do you know that I am…you know…pregnant?”
His gaze hovered over her stomach and then back up to meet her eyes.
“It’s not the same as it is for your kind… A Lord always impregnates.”
“And what will happen to me now?”
“We will send you home,” he said as the bright light started to fade around her.
“But then what?” she said with panic as she looked around. Slowly fragments of the white room were disappearing and giving way to black.
“We will be back for you, when the time comes,” he said.
“But when will that be?” she shouted. He was becoming fainter and travelling further into the distance. He was almost invisible and the bright white of the room was now completely pitch black.
“When?” she screamed.
“You’ll know.” He didn’t speak the words, but she heard them inside her head.
With a gentle thud, she felt as if she had been dropped on her back and then her world went dizzy and blank. In the back of her mind, she kept hearing the same words over and over…
You’ll know…
***
The sunlight blazed through the blinds and the birds were chirping incessantly in the tree outside of her bedroom window. Victoria jumped up and looked around her. She got out of bed and ran to the wall and pounded her fists against it. Nothing changed and her hands hurt from the force of them against the plasterboard.
“Where are you?” she shouted. But the room was silent.
She looked back to her bed and then outside onto the busy street below. Had she dreamt it all? She went into her bathroom and ran the tap before splashing water on her face. She looked exactly the same as she had yesterday and there were no physical signs that what she thought happened had actually happened. She ran the shower, removed her nightgown and jumped underneath the hot jets. She washed her entire body and felt between her legs. Nothing was different. The sensation she had felt after her encounter with the Lord was not there… She still felt like a born-again virgin. She sighed and laughed before turning off the shower and stepping out onto the bathmat and wrapping herself in a towel.
It was only 9 AM but she had a pot full of hot coffee brewing and her apartment felt warm for the first time in forever. She curled up on the couch and opened her laptop. She searched for “alien abduction” and a whole list of results flashed up in front of her. She hovered the cursor above alternative news articles and websites with experiences of women and men who had been taken and some of them described similar places and people that she had seen. She shifted uneasily on the couch. She had just about convinced herself that she had made the whole thing up. It was the late after-effect of too much booze and not enough sleep. She scratched her head and sipped her coffee… and then like a head-on collision, the feeling came back.
She was being watched.
Chapter Eight
Victoria left work early for the first time in almost a year around two weeks later and made her way quickly to the pharmacy. It was even colder now and she had brought out the double scarf and glove combo she had chosen when it all started and the ice seemed to be inside her. When she was looking at the shelves, she felt almost embarrasse
d. She couldn’t even explain why she wanted to do this in the first place. But maybe she already knew the answer.
Things had been okay for a day or two. The feeling of dread she had every time she opened her eyes clung to her, but she got used to it quickly and after a week she was so accustomed to it she felt almost protected. It was nice to know that someone out there was looking out for her. She had worked as usual and gone about her days as if nothing had changed. She avoided Helen’s requests for boozy nights out and rolled her eyes as she listened to her go on and on about her latest sugar daddy. She tried again to get Victoria to go and work at the club with her. She could tell she was feeling down and thought that she should quit her job and make some real money.
“Honestly, Helen, I’m fine,” she had told her. And in a way, she actually meant it.
After the second week had passed, she felt movement. It was low in her belly and rose up to her ribcage. It seemed to lay dormant during the day, but then when the world went dark, it began. Some nights she would wake and feel like she was being pummeled from the inside out. Like her intestines were being wrapped around its fists and dragged up and down.
“Help me,” she would whisper through the dark, just hoping one of them would listen.
She placed the test on the counter in front of the cashier and he bagged it up. She spent the last of her cash on it and walked home slowly, delaying the inevitable.
In her bathroom she watched the clock for two minutes before she dared to pick up the white stick and check the result. She almost expected it to say she wasn’t, that she was in fact crazy and that she had imagined the whole thing. At least then she could go and root through her chest of drawers and find the leaflet for the shrink. She exhaled and said aloud, “I hope you’re all finding this funny,” and then she stood up and swiped the test from the side of the sink.
Two pink lines….
Pregnant.
“Fantastic,” she smiled.
She closed her eyes and willed him to her: Come and get me… I know now… The time is right… Come and get me…
She lay in bed and looked up to the ceiling. The presence seemed stronger and the movements inside of her were powerful. Her belly was round, swollen, and protruding, and she knew it was going to happen. It was like her acceptance was all that was needed to bring the pregnancy to full term.
All around her the hum of what could have been an engine started. Light flashed before her eyes before she felt weightless once more.
The next thing she knew, she was waking up in a completely different room, in a beautiful house, with a gorgeous baby boy in a bassinet beside her. Victoria looked around and at the adorable little creature next to her. He was bright white skinned with large dark eyes and a cute little wisp of white hair.
“Hey, cutie,” she whispered as she ran her hand down his cheek.
“Oh, you’re awake.” The man’s voice came from the hallway and he joined her with fruit juice and toast on a tray. “I thought you might like these.”
It was the man from the bar. The alien man who had started it all and taken her to the ship. Victoria looked up at him, bewildered, and shook her head.
“What’s happening?” she asked.
“You’re being rewarded,” he moved closer to her and tipped her chin up so her lips met his, before he kissed her so deliciously slow that she thought she was going to melt in his arms.
“Rewarded?” she asked when they broke away.
“You’re the mother of The Lord’s heir… you are going to be looked after more than you could have ever dreamed.”
She looked down at the baby and then up to him.
“But… you?” she said.
“I’m a guardian,” he whispered, “I’ve been watching you for a very long time and I handpicked you for this, Victoria. The time had come, and it was right for you. This is your destiny.”
She sank back into the bouncing soft sheets and pulled her baby onto her chest. He was amazing. A wonderful mix of alien royalty and human humility. Victoria then looked up to the wonderful alien guardian by her side and felt the warmth spread throughout her body. She had finally got her happy ending… Her life had finally taken on some meaning. And she couldn’t have been happier.
THE END
Taken by Aliens
Cynthia Wilde
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Chapter one
It all started, really, with me just innocently writing a letter to my parents. I was doing it old school style, putting pen to paper. I used to find that that felt pretty good sometimes. My parents were pretty low tech and had never gotten into computers or any of that technology. I don’t even think they owned a TV after I moved out. Anyhow, I digress.
“Kiley, will you hurry up.” That was my best friend Jennifer, and at that moment she was wearing a white leather skirt with a black top that really didn’t leave all that much to the imagination. If I were to have gone all lezzie, I might have considered getting with her. She was the ultimate blond bombshell with the kind of tits that defy gravity to boot. I couldn’t blame her for wanting to show off, because if I had had those kinds of looks, I would have been flaunting them as well. “I put out an outfit for you. I know that you don’t have much and most of it is just jeans and shorts. The only dress you own is this white number that looks like it should be used for Sunday Services.”
“Well, everyone can’t have a stripper’s wardrobe. Anyhow, I’ll be right with you. You know that I’m not very comfortable with social engagements. I don’t even know how you convinced me, but now that I said I’m going, you’re going to have to give me a little bit of time to finish this letter to my parents. And by the way, the dress you’re talking about is, in fact, for church.” I saw her shaking her head in disbelief, her long blond hair fanning out over her shoulders as she rolled her eyes.
“I convinced you because you have been working too hard and now that finals are over, you need to get out and do something. This is your time to blow off some steam, maybe find some guy to take back to your room and do unspeakable things to. I know the way that you have been looking at Brian. If I had a chance, I would be putting my teeth marks into his fine ass myself.” She was blunt and to the point and there was a part of me that wished that I could be just like her. But the truth was that she saw right through me. Even though I was a little shy I really did want to just get laid. I hoped it wasn’t that obvious. Maybe it was written across my forehead so that every guy on the quad could see that I was a sexually repressed woman just looking to get some. “You can’t fool me, Kiley. You’ve been undressing him with your eyes for weeks now. It’s time that you took the bull by the horns – or by something else -and got on him already.”
With that little pep talk, I finished up the letter, put it into an envelope and sealed it. I’d drop it in the mail on the way to the party. My parents might have been old school, but I had to admit there was something nice about getting an old fashioned letter in the mail once in a while.
I had left my hometown in Wisconsin and at this point was in, what to me, was the big city of San Diego, California. It was a culture shock to say the least, but at least I had Jennifer to show me the lay of the land. She had been a godsend from the moment that I had met her as my freshman roommate.
I took off my customary gray sweat pants and hung them on a chair nearby. I looked at the outfit that she had picked from her closet for me and it made me gasp with a sort of surprise. “You can’t possibly think that I’m going to wear something like this.” It was a little black dress that looked like a piece of tissue paper. I picked it up and looked at it, questioningly. Despite my misgivings, it was the feel of the
material that sealed the deal for me. “I’ll wear it, but I don’t know how I feel about putting myself on display like this.” It wasn’t until I put it on and stood in front of the mirror and saw how good I looked, that I relaxed into my new image.
I stood and admired my 5 ‘6, 120 pound body. I had curves in all the right places and dark hair that stretched all the way down to the small of my back. My breasts were not huge by any means, but they were a nice handful at least, and I had never had any complaints. In fact, I’d noticed the way that the guys looked at me and I guess I really did make a pretty picture in the blue jeans I normally wore. I always heard catcalls and whistles as I walked across the quad to class. But guys would whistle at anything it seemed sometimes. Usually I tried to put my head down and not show how embarrassed I was by the attention. In reality though a part of me loved it. The guys here were actually pretty respectful as they did their best to keep their sexual ardor to themselves. I had never had that kind of attention back home though, and it did take a little getting used to.
“Kiley, I only wish that you were still a virgin. Brian would have been perfect for your first time. He is such a sweetheart. But, to be honest, I guess I would be surprised if you’d told me that you still were.” I thought that was sort of weird thing to say, but whatever. I had lost my virginity to a guy back in my hometown when I was 17. It was clumsy and awkward and it was hardly the experience I had been hoping for. I imagined that it never was for anyone though. Probably not for girls or guys. It was over within 30 seconds, and left me feeling dirty and wanting a whole lot more than just those 30 seconds. “It doesn’t matter; I still think you need to get with Brian. I am sure he’ll be good in the sack.”
“I don’t even wanna know how you are so sure of that, Jennifer.” She was a bit of a slut, but I did enjoy hearing about her exploits. I am sure that they fed the desires and fantasies that I was repressing. When she talked about the sex she had had I could practically feel my panties heating up. When she regaled me with stories I would put myself into them as if it had happened to me. Sometimes I would go back over them when I was lying in bed at night. I would rub my pussy as I would imagine that it was me that was getting fucked over a pool table or by the hot jock in the locker room. I loved to fantasize.