Alien Selection

by Honey Phillips

  “But what about you?”

  “I find great satisfaction in your pleasure,” he said so sincerely that she couldn’t help but believe him. “May I have the privilege of tasting you tonight?”

  “Tasting? You mean…” She made a helpless gesture, sure that her cheeks were on fire. Another thing she had never experienced.

  “I mean I wish to taste your delicious cunt,” he said bluntly, and her nipples tightened. He smiled in satisfaction. “I see that you approve.”

  Before she could decide if she wanted to protest, he kissed her again, not sweetly this time, but with a passion that swept her along with him. His hands roamed her breasts, tugging gently at the taut peaks, before he slipped his hand under her borrowed pants and parted her folds, grunting in satisfaction at her slickness.

  “Perfect.”

  He kissed down her neck, that rough tongue thrilling against her skin and she shivered with anticipation at how it would feel between her legs. Pausing only briefly to tease her breasts, he parted her legs, spreading them wide and high. She started to protest the exposure, but then she realized he had to do so in order to make room for his horns. The impossible reality of a horned alien between her legs had her hesitating, but then he took the first long lick and her fears disappeared. Her hands went instinctively to the base of his horns and he groaned his approval.

  He lapped at her urgently, setting her nerve endings on fire, then thrust his tongue deep inside her channel in one sudden move. The hot, wet intrusion had her hands tightening on his horns, and then he found a place inside her that had her whole body arching upwards.

  “Oh, god. T’saran!”

  Still working the sensitive spot with his tongue, he brought a finger to her clit and began circling the swollen nub, the combined sensations bringing her to a rapid climax as her vision sheeted white and her body convulsed. He growled against her clit and the vibrations sent her into a second series of spasms.

  When her eyes finally fluttered open, he was smiling at her, pointed teeth gleaming.

  “That was as delightful as I anticipated. Thank you, my lady.”

  “I think I should be thanking you. But what about you?”

  He rose to his feet and cast a rueful glance at his groin. She realized that he, too, was naked, and his thighs were smeared with blue fluid. It took her a second to realize that he had also come.

  “Your semen is blue?”

  He tilted his head. “Yes. Yehrin seed is always blue. What color is human seed?”

  “It’s white.”

  “Does this bother you?”

  “No, not at all.” Driven by an impulse she didn’t quite understand, she ran a finger across his thigh and brought the sample to her mouth. She touched it lightly with her tongue, and found it had a delicious salty sweetness. She popped her finger in her mouth and sucked off the rest of the delicious taste. He groaned again as he watched her, and she realized that he was fully erect once again.

  “I’ll fetch a cleaning cloth,” he said quickly, and disappeared into the bathroom.

  Chapter Eight

  Unlike the previous night, L’ren did not fall asleep after her climax. After fighting down his unruly cock, T’saran cleansed them both, then gathered her into his arms, content to hold her as they both stared out at the moon. She stroked his chest absently.

  “Why are you here?” she asked suddenly.

  “Commander T’ngorzul told you. We are here to prepare for the invasion.”

  “That’s not what I meant. I meant this ship—you don’t belong here. I don’t trust the commander for a minute and S’kran seems like a drunk. Why aren’t you on a better ship?”

  “Because this was the best ship I could get,” he said bitterly.

  “Why?” she asked gently, her hand still stroking him in a soothing rhythm.

  He found that he didn’t want to tell her, but she deserved the truth.

  “On my first mission, I was assigned to the planet Ihana. It was the third year of our occupation and things seemed to be progressing well. I was assigned to the Supreme Commander’s personal guard. It was a high honor.” He had been so proud. Fresh out of his Warrior House, full of confidence—sure that this was only the first step to an illustrious career.

  “What happened?” she said softly.

  “There was a female.” He saw the slight flinch, but he was committed now. “One of the natives, of course. I think she was a few years older than me, but she was very beautiful and charming. In my own arrogance, it never occurred to me that she might not be sincere in her protestations of devotion.”

  Her face softened. “She was using you?”

  “Yes.” Lingering bitterness still tainted his words. “It was not until there was an attempt on the Supreme commander’s life that I realized. She knew exactly when to seize the opportunity because I did not guard my tongue.”

  “Did you tell anyone about it?”

  “Of course.” Devastated as he had been, he had never doubted his duty. “I turned both of us over to my commander. I was stripped of my rank and forced to watch as they… questioned her and then executed her.”

  He would never forget the defiance in her eyes… or the way she had laughed at how easily she had manipulated him.

  “I was sent to Kadah—a labor planet—for three years as a guard.” Three years before he disgraced himself again, but he found he didn’t have the stomach to reveal the second incident to her. Only the fact that the base commander’s son had been involved had prevented him from being demoted a second time. It hadn’t stopped them from rushing him off the planet and into an equally low status position on a mining transport. He had made three attempts to transfer off that ship before Commander T’ngorzul had offered him this position and a new rank. And now he realized that despite the increased rank, he was as trapped as he had been on Kadah.

  “What did she look like?” L’ren asked, breaking through his abstraction.

  “She?”

  “The female, on Ihana.” Her cheeks were flushed, and she wasn’t looking at him.

  He didn’t have to think, her image was etched into his brain. Although, unfortunately, it was the image of her lined against a wall with the other conspirators, waiting for execution.

  “Golden skin, scaled like an Icluthian female.” It had been bruised and darkened at the end. “Bright blue eyes.” Those hadn’t changed, although they had gone from what he had foolishly assumed was loving to bitter and defiant.

  “She sounds beautiful,” L’ren said, and he caught the sorrow in her voice.

  “Not as beautiful as you, my lady,” he said firmly, pushing the past aside. Perhaps all his previous mistakes had been leading up to this meeting, to this woman who he knew was destined to be his.

  “If you are not too tired, perhaps you will allow me another taste?”

  He caught the scent of her arousal, even as she wiggled against him.

  “Okay,” she whispered, and he lowered his head, determined to enjoy the present.

  The next morning, Commander T’ngorzul summoned him to his cabin. Unlike the rest of the ship, the space was not only pristine, but richly furnished in a tangible display of his family’s wealth.

  Remembering their last encounter, T’saran knocked cautiously but T’ngorzul greeted him almost jovially, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

  “The test results have been analyzed. It looks promising, very promising.”

  “That is good news, sir,” he said cautiously.

  “It is indeed. The next step is a true trial. You will attempt to breed the human female.”

  Even as his body responded to the idea, he took a step back. The very process was forbidden. “Sir?”

  “You heard me.” T’ngorzul waved an impatient hand. “I had thought to do it myself, but I do not find her particularly appealing.”

  A growl escaped his lips at both the insult to his female and the idea that another male would touch her.

  “And that is the other reaso
n. This bond you have developed… If she is not your true L’chka, you still seem to be experiencing a similar bond. That gives me great hope for this experiment.”

  “But what of the Forbidden Cycle?” The Yehrin Supreme Council forbade relationships between warriors and the females of the planets they conquered for an initial period.

  T’ngorzul shrugged. “The planet has not yet been conquered. It doesn’t apply.”

  T’saran was quite sure that wasn’t true, but looking at the commander’s arrogant face, he knew there was no point in arguing.

  “But what if L’ren does not want to be bred?”

  “Then you will convince her.” T’ngorzul’s voice turned hard. “Make no mistake, Officer T’saran. We will attempt to breed her and if you are not willing then, bond or not, I will pass her to another member of the crew.”

  T’saran wished that he were shocked by the commander’s threat, but he was only sickened. An honorable Yehrin warrior would never force a female, but his experiences on the labor planet had shown him that not all warriors were honorable. The rest of the small crew of the ship were loyal to T’ngorzul, and he had no doubt that they would obey his orders. Impotent fury raged in his veins, and he bowed his head before T’ngorzul could see his rage.

  “I will do it,” he choked out.

  “I thought so.” The man’s self-satisfied chuckle added to T’saran’s anger, but he kept his mouth shut and headed for the door. T’ngorzul had one last blow to deliver. “And, T’saran, she will be examined tomorrow. If there is no trace of your seed inside her, I will keep my promise and give her to another more willing male.”

  Only the thought of L’ren waiting in his cabin enabled him to leave without drawing his sword.

  Chapter Nine

  He returned to his cabin to find L’ren pacing anxiously.

  “What did he want?”

  He could think of no way to make the news more palatable and finally just blurted out, “He wants me to breed you.”

  The color left her face. “Breed me? But—”

  “I know. I know you do not want this.” His hearts ached at the shocked expression on her face. “But if I do not do it, he threatened to assign another crew member to the task. I will defend you with my life, but I am outnumbered.” There was a guard outside his cabin already.

  “What exactly did he order you to do?” she said slowly.

  “To have sex with you. He believes that the test results prove that you will become pregnant.”

  She gave him an odd smile. “He is wrong.”

  “You may be right. Yehrin breeding is… difficult. That is why there are trials on each planet we conquer. But do you think you can tolerate me enough to perhaps make the attempt?”

  “Tolerate you? T’saran, surely you know that I lo… like you very much.”

  His hearts started to pound. “Does that mean you are willing to try?”

  Her head tilted and she stared off into the distance.

  “Yes,” she said finally. “I would like to have this time with you.”

  Already eager to touch her, he stepped forward and she immediately drew back. He froze in place.

  “My L’chka, I think perhaps you are not ready.”

  “I’m ready,” she assured him. “Just… nervous.”

  “I will sit on the bed.” He sat down and, after a moment’s thought, stripped off his uniform top. She seemed to enjoy stroking his chest. “Do you want to sit next to me?”

  “Yes,” she said hesitantly, then shook her head. “Of course, I do. I’ve spent two nights in your arms. I’m just being silly.”

  “We have all the time you need.” He hoped. “There’s no rush.”

  She nodded and sat next to him. He put an arm around her and lowered them back to the position they had been in last night. For a moment she tensed, then she sighed and snuggled closer, her hands reaching out to stroke his chest.

  Forcing himself to wait until her body relaxed was more demanding than the toughest training exercise. His cock was an incessant, throbbing ache and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her delicious cunt, but he wouldn’t rush her.

  When her breathing slowed, he adjusted their position and kissed her—long, slow, drugging kisses that had her arching against him. He loosened the mutashi and slid his hand inside, gently toying with her nipples until they were hard little nubs. Still kissing her, he spread the garment wide, then finally raised his head. Perfect. Her lips were flushed and swollen, her eyes heavy and dazed. The sight of her delightful little body notched up his desire another notch, and he had to grind his cock against the bedding in a vain attempt to keep it under control.

  Despite his need, he kept the pace slow, lingering over her breasts to lick and suck, before finally parting her legs. She tensed slightly and he dropped kisses along the insides of her thighs until she relaxed again. Her folds glistened and he licked eagerly at the delicious fluid before concentrating on her clit, licking and sucking until it was swollen and needy. Her hands clutched his horns and he couldn’t prevent a groan, but she only shivered against his mouth. While he circled her clit with his finger, he burrowed his tongue into her tight little cunt, easily finding the spot that made her quiver. Finally, finally, he increased his pace, plunging in and out of her tight sheath while he flicked back and forth across the swollen nub. Her hands tightened, and her back arched, pressing tighter against his mouth, as she called out his name and came in a shuddering wave.

  It took all his years of self-discipline not to follow her over into climax, but he clenched his free hand in a tight circle around his cock. While she was still shuddering, he took a last delicious taste, then gently inserted a finger. By the Ancestors, she was tight. He could feel her sheath clenching against his digit as he worked it in and out. Still wet and soft from her climax, she took a second finger with only a slight resistance. He slowly scissored them apart, gently stretching her in preparation for his cock, while his mouth returned to her clit, teasing it until it stiffened once more.

  When she was as ready as he could make her, he finally released his aching erection and rose over her. She looked up at him, eyes huge and dark, but he saw so sign of fear. Moving with exquisite caution, he slowly, thoroughly, pushed his way into ecstasy.

  Lauren bit her lip as T’saran’s massive cock finally began to enter her. She could feel her pussy first resist then slowly open. If she hadn’t been so wet and ready, if he weren’t being so exquisitely careful, it could have been painful. Even with those things the stretch and the sense of fullness almost overwhelmed her. She kept her eyes fixed on his, taking comfort in the glowing purple eyes watching her with equal intensity. He thrust a little deeper, and she almost protested but then the roughened skin that sheathed his cock reached a place that instead made her cry out with pleasure. She felt the fresh wetness easing his way and the undulations of his shaft pushing and pulling against her inside walls in a symphony of pleasure.

  By the time he reached the end of her channel, they were both panting. Impaled and spread open, she perched on the knife edge between pain and pleasure as he began an equally slow withdrawal. Despite the overwhelming stretch, her channel clung to him, not wanting to lose the connection between their bodies. He paused when only the wide head remained inside her pussy, his face a taut mask, pointed teeth bared in a savage grimace. He had never looked more alien, but she was not afraid.

  “I… I can’t wait,” he growled, and his hips jerked forward an inch, two, the sudden movement once more catching her on the edge of pain. But despite his words, he controlled his pace, entering her with exquisite slowness while his finger began circling her clit, the sensitive flesh also stretched wide by the massive invader. His head dropped down and he began kissing her with frantic intensity. The sensations overwhelmed her—the heat of his tongue thrusting into her mouth, the undulating cock that massaged her tender pussy while the rough surface awoke nerve endings she had never dreamed existed, the finger circling her oversensitive
clit. Her hands flailed, seeking something to cling to, something to hold her in place against the barrage of sensation, and she found his horns. Her hands clamped down and he groaned deep and low into her mouth, his speed increasing now, and all she could do was hold on as electric waves of pleasure and pain flashed over her until at last, they sent her flying, her vision sheeting white as her body convulsed in mindless ecstasy, as he cried out her name and erupted in a torrent of hot, useless seed.

  When her body finally calmed, tears were leaking from under her closed lids and she had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. T’saran’s arms were equally tight around her as they clung together. When he finally raised his head, his satisfied smile turned to a look of horror when he saw the tears on her cheeks.

  “My L’chka, did I hurt you?”

  “No, it’s not that. It was wonderful—you were wonderful.”

  He gave a relieved sigh. “I regret the circumstances, but I cannot regret being with you. I find myself hoping that my seed takes root.”

  She took a deep breath, already anticipating the repulsion she would see in his eyes. She had anticipated this moment, but she had been unable to resist the experience of being with him completely, even if was only once. The Lauren of a few days ago would not have told him, would have waited for him to grow impatient and then angry the way that her ex-husband had, but she was no longer the same person. T’saran had given her the courage to speak, even if it meant losing him.

  “It will not take root,” she said quietly, forcing back the tears.

  “Then we will try again,” he said, smiling softly. “The effort is most enjoyable.”

  “Yes, it is,” she agreed, and then reached up and placed a hand on that alien face, already so beloved. “But it will never succeed.”

  “What do you mean?” His horns lowered as his brows drew together.

  “I’m barren—infertile. I can’t have children.”