by Luna Hunter
When Romulus lets me go I gasp for air, tears streaming down my face, my cheeks flushed and my pussy throbbing contently.
“Are you alright?”
I nod and wipe the tears away. “Yeah.”
“Did you just cum with my cock forced down your throat?”
“Yes,” I say, suddenly embarrassed. Romulus has awakened a fire inside of me — one that is blazing brighter by the second. I’ll do anything he wants me to.
He runs his thumb across my lips, slipping it into my mouth. “Good,” he growls.
He rises to his feet. The alien warrior towers over me, and his rock hard cock pulses seductively between his powerful legs. I reach up to stroke him, but he grabs my wrists and lifts me right out of the tub, naked and dripping wet.
He cups my ass with both hands, carries me out of the tub and throws me on his bed. A second later he’s on top of me, his body pressing down on mine, his tongue finding my mouth, his hands roughly grabbing at my breasts.
“The bed,” I say between kisses. “It’ll get wet!”
“You’re wet,” he growls as he plunges his hand between my legs, two fingers entering me easily.
A moan escapes my lips, and I try to scoot away, but Romulus is much too strong. He grips my neck with one hand while the other one’s between my legs, exploring my wet folds.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” he asks. “Your pussy is dripping wet.”
He pulls his fingers out and shows me how they’re coated in juices. To my embarrassment, he sniffs them, before licking the juices right off.
I’m equally shocked and turned on by that. This sure is turning into one hell of an exploratory mission…
“Yes,” I grunt.
This is everything I ever wanted, and more.
Romulus grabs my ankles tightly and pushes my knees up to my chest, making my glistening pussy completely available to him. His cock rubs against my wet folds, every movement of his hips sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire body.
I can’t do a single thing other than be taken. Be used. Be fucked by this towering, strong, dominant alien warrior.
I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Guide me in,” he growls, his eyes locked onto mine.
I reach down and cradle his massive cock in my hands, feeling the veins throb and pulse, feeling the hardness, the thickness, the weight of him.
I want him bare. I want skin-on-skin. I want to feel every inch of him, every vein, every thrust.
And, most than anything, I want him to cum inside of me.
I place the head of his alien cock at my entrance. He thrusts forwards, his head entering me, filling me up, splitting me apart. I bite down on my bottom lip and cry out with a mixture of pain and pleasure as his cock reaches uncharted territory.
All my life I’ve wondered how it would feel.
Now I know: better than I ever dared to dream. It feels like I’ve found my purpose. My reason for being.
It’s to be filled up with Romulus’s big, thick, alien cock.
I never thought my first time would be with a man (or a cock) this big. I always read that first times were disappointing. Awkward fumbling in the dark.
None of those things apply.
There’s nothing awkward about how Romulus is holding my legs up, how his cock is sliding into my pussy, how his thickness is filling me.
I throw my head back in ecstasy as he bottoms out inside of me. I don’t know how, but I took his entire length. He pulls teasingly slow, before slamming his hips back down.
I scream his name as fucks me.
He pounds himself into me, building up his speed and strength, until the entire bed is squeezing and moving with every thrust of his powerful hips.
“You were made for my cock,” he growls. “Your cunt was made for me, made for me to fill, fill with my cum!”
“Yes!” I moan. “Ah yes, I’m yours, baby! Yours to use!”
“I’m going to cum inside you!”
“Do it, Rom! Do it now!”
He gives me one hard, long, final stroke, burying himself of me to the hilt, his mouth covering mine as he cums inside of me, his entire body quivering, his cock working, throbbing, filling me with his potent, alien cum.
I can feel every pulse, every rope of cum fill me up, and it’s heaven. Another orgasm rocks me, both of us cumming in unison, as our tongues swirl around one another, my hands in his hair, his body on mine.
I never want this moment to end…
Chapter Eleven
Alexa
When I wake up, Romulus is still sleeping. This gives me plenty of time to admire his perfect form; the way his broad chest rises with every breath, the tussled look of his dark hair, his perfect washboard abs…. I love every single bit of it.
We relocated to my room after our romp, because Romulus’s bed was soaking wet, as we hopped into it straight out of the bath. My fingers graze his chest as my eyes drift down his frame, my attention drawn by the tent he’s pitching in the sheets.
Ah, this must be the famous morning wood I’ve heard so much about.
I gently lift up the sheets to take a peek. He’s as hard as a rock, and I can’t help but lick my lips.
“Already you want more?”
Romulus is grinning at me, his hands resting behind his head. I was so mesmerized by his throbbing cock I didn’t notice he woke up.
“Guilty as charged,” I say.
He pulls me close and kisses me, my naked breasts pressing against his chest.
“Good morning,” he growls.
“Good morning indeed,” I laugh as my hand slides around the base of his cock. He moans approvingly as I slowly stroke him. “Sorry,” I say. “I don’t think I can get enough.”
“Neither can I,” Romulus growls, his hand finding my naked ass. His fingers sink into my skin as my wrists moves faster and faster.
I’ve gone my whole life without waking up next to a hard cock, and I intend to milk this opportunity for all its worth.
We share a passionate kiss before I slide down, so that the head of his cock is rubbing against my nipples. I watch intently, with a mixture of amazement, disbelief and lust as I use his cock to spread pre-cum all over my tits.
“I want you to cum,” I say, placing my other hand on his balls. “On me.”
“On your tits?”
I nod. “Yes. Cover my tits with your cum.”
“You’ve certainly found your words,” Romulus chuckles. I squeeze the base of his cock hard and he grunts, a drop of pre-cum glistening on the head of his cock.
With a naughty smirk I lean down and lick it off.
I love the taste; unfamiliar, but pleasant. It makes me feel naughty, and I secretly love that feeling. I secretly wonder how a mouthful of his alien cum would taste, but first, I want to feel his hot seed all over me.
“It’s your fault,” I say. “You made me beg for it… and that made me realize how much I like using those words, the kind I’ve always avoided. The kind proper girls aren’t supposed to use.”
“And what are those?”
“You know what they are.”
“I want to hear you say them.”
Heat rises to my cheeks.
“Words like… cover my tits with your cum, Romulus. Shower me with your hot seed. Paint me with your semen.”
“Ah, fuck,” he grunts, biting on his lip. He loves my dirty talking every bit as much as I do. “You’re not a proper girl are you?” he asks.
I shake my head, entranced by his cock, which seems to grow even harder still. He must be close!
“No, I’m not. I’m your slut. Your human toy.”
“My toy?”
“Your personal human toy, yours to pump full of cum anytime you want.”
“Oh!”
Romulus grunts, and with that he unleashes a torrent of cum, heavy jets of his hot seed covering every square inch of my tits. I keep stroking him, my eyes and mouth wide open, a stray shot landing right across
my bottom lip.
I rub his warm cum into my skin, loving the feel, the look, the taste and smell of it all. I can’t resist tasting him on my fingers, only to notice Romulus grinning at me.
“You must think I’m a cum fiend,” I laugh.
“I can’t think of anything better to be.”
“Are you sure?”
“One hundred percent.”
He tilts my chin up, leans down and kisses me, not caring one bit that I can still taste him on my tongue.
When I first laid eyes on Romulus, I never could have imagined losing my virginity to him, but look at me now! Lying next to him, his semi-hard cock resting against my stomach, the evidence of his love dripping down my chest, while I can still feel the soreness between my legs.
I thought he hated me at first, and I hated him right back. I couldn’t stand his arrogant demeanor, his cocky, self—assured attitude… and now? Now it feels like I couldn’t have made a better choice. I refuse to believe anyone’s first time has been as good as mine.
We should probably get up now, shower, have some breakfast… but I don’t want to move. I don’t want this moment to end. Can’t we stay in bed and have sex until the end of time?
Romulus
I join my mate in the shower. She is soaping up her chest, washing my cum away. I’ve never had a mate who was so enthusiastic about my seed, but I’m not complaining.
Far from it; I feel blessed.
There’s something so primal about cumming on your mate. It feels good, it feels right. There’s no other way to describe it.
“What are you looking at?” she asks.
“Perfection.”
“Suck-up,” she laughs, pawing at me with one soapy hand.
“I always mean every word I say,” I growl as I run my hands across her wet, slippery body. I can’t get enough of her. I love the way her soft curves feel in my grasp. I’m hypnotized. Mesmerized. Addicted.
Last night was the best night of my life. There’s no other way around it. I fought my feelings, tried to push them away, but in the end, my heart won. When I’m around Alexa, I feel alive. I feel like I’m right there, in the moment.
No longer do my past mistakes weigh so heavily on my mind.
Does that really mean she’s my fatum? Can it be?
I’ll have to ask Nero.
It feels like we’re meant for each other, like our fates are entwined, but I’ve never felt something like this before. If anything can help me make sense of it all, it’s Nero.
“You always mean every word you say?” Alexa asks.
“That’s right.”
“So you promise you’ll never lie to me?”
“Never.”
I feel a pang of guilt at the back of my mind. I haven’t been exactly forthcoming or truthful with the human female — but that was in the past.
That was when I considered her on the enemy’s team.
“There is something I should tell you…” I begin.
“Oh? What’s that?”
“The Classis is not exactly scanning the galaxy. We’re not on a round-trip through the solar system. In fact, we can return to Earth at any time.”
“What?” Alexa snaps, heat rising to her cheeks. “You lied to me?”
“Only because I had to.”
She shakes her head, her brow furrowed. “Help me understand why you had to lie to me?”
“You were the enemy. Sent by the humans to spy on me.”
“The enemy?” the says. “Is that how you think of humans?”
“Don’t play dumb,” I growl. “Not all humans, but your government; yes; they are an enemy. I need to be cautious. You must understand that.”
“Hm.” Alexa crosses her chest, hiding her breasts from my view.
“Before sharing any information with you, I wanted to know what type of person you were.”
“So you were going to judge all of humanity by my actions?” she says. “Talk about pressure!”
“You passed the test with flying colors,” I say, reaching out for her hips.
Alexa moves backwards, slipping from my grasp.
“I still don’t understand, though,” she says. “I thought you hated me. You certainly treated me that way!”
“Hate is too strong a word, but you certainly solicited a reaction, yes… and that’s why I wanted to keep you close. I didn’t understand my own feelings, I still don’t, but I knew that I had to explore them.”
“You don’t know how you feel about me?”
She was teasing me at first, but from the look in her eyes I can tell she’s genuinely hurt.
“Stop twisting my words,” I say, a flash of anger filling me. Why does the human not understand me?! I’m trying to be honest and open, but every word I utter seems to dig a deeper hole!
“I’m not twisting them! You said it!”
“It’s not what I meant you and know it.”
“I don’t know. What else did you lie about?”
I take a step back, placing my hands in my sides. I have to take a deep breath to stop myself from saying something I’ll regret.
How did we end up arguing in the shower? Everything was perfect until I tried to be totally upfront. I regret it already, but I’m not backing down now.
That’s not in my nature.
“I don’t lie,” I say. “I make calculated decisions that are in the interest of House Octavius.”
“So you’re a calculated liar. I understand.”
“No, you do not. I’m not playing games here, Alexa. We’re not in school anymore. The decisions I make impact the lives of my crew, and of the entire Elban people. My duty lies with them, not with humankind.”
“Not in school? Is that what you think of me? A clueless academic, who doesn’t know how the real world works?!”
I ball my fists, my muscles bulging. “Stop twisting my words!” I roar. The human infuriates me — does she want to fight?
“No, I see how it is,” she says as she gets out of the shower and wraps a towel around her frame. “I can see the writing on the wall.”
With that, she storms out.
Damn it.
Alexa
Tears sting in my eyes as I hurry to get my clothes on. I want to leave my room — it smells like sex in here. It reminds me too much of last night, of this morning, of a time when everything was perfect.
I expect Romulus to hurry after me, to apologize, to grovel, but he does no such thing. Of course he doesn’t. The universe will sooner turn to dust before the headstrong alien apologizes.
I head to the kitchen and use the replicator to make myself some scrambled eggs. I need something familiar, something human.
How can he say those things? With a straight face, even? He lied to me. See, men can’t be trusted. They’ll lie to you. Manipulate you. Say whatever they want to hear, just so they can step on your heart when the time comes.
The eggs take care of my hunger, but it does nothing to ease the hurting. I need to vent.
I head over to the ship’s comm room and video-call Mary on the large screen. I don’t care if this goes against ‘Elban regulations’ or whatever. For the moment, I’m done with all that.
My best friend picks up after two rings.
“Who is this?” she asks.
Her hair’s a mess, her room dark, and her face looks ghostly pale in the light of her phone.
“Oh, did I wake you? Sorry!”
The time difference! I forgot all about it. There’s no real ‘day’ or ‘night’ here in space, it’s whatever time you want it to be.
“Alexa? Is that you?”
Mary squints at the screen.
“It’s me alright. Sorry.”
“No, no problem. I can see my girl needs me. Hold on for a second.”
She yawns, stretches and then walks towards the kitchen, carrying her phone with her. Mary fixes herself a hot cup of tea before sitting down at her kitchen table.
“Now, tell me what’s up.”
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sp; I tell everything. It’s one long-winded, blurred garble of words, as I’m trying to remember, interpret and order my thoughts as I’m telling her.
Mary’s surprised, shocked, entertained. She laughs in all the right places, and goes crazy when I tell her about our bath-episode.
“You didn’t?!”
“I did,” I say with a red face.
“Your first time? With an alien?!”
“Yeah.”
“I’m jealous!” she laughs. “My first time was with the boy next door, his mom called him while he was halfway in and he just bolted. I’d trade that experience for an indomitable alien warrior any day of the week.”
“Thanks,” I say.
Her approval makes me feel better about myself. It’s not the type of story you can tell just anyone, and a small part of me is afraid that people would treat me like some kind of freak… I’m glad Mary understands.
“So, tell me all the good stuff! How big was he?”
“I don’t know,” I stammer. “I think I should keep some of the mystery.”
No way I’m telling her all the dirty things I told Romulus. I’ll take those words to the grave!
“Come on, you can’t knock boots with an Elban, and then not spill the beans. Fine, you don’t have to say how big. Just say when.”
She holds her hands apart. I can’t help but grin — he’s more than twice her first estimate.
“Bigger? Bigger? Say when. Even bigger? What? No? Bigger?! How?!”
I lose myself in a fit of laughter. I’ve missed this so much, just goofing around with a friend without a care in the world. I’ve been under a lot of stress lately, with Dr. Bellamy threatening me, the military making me sign a gag-order (which I’m breaking again right now), and then being stranded in space with an alien warrior… before I realize it’s happening, tears are streaming down my face.
“Wait, what’s wrong?” Mary asks.
I tell her about our argument, and the doubts that have creeped on me. When I’m done, I expect her to agree with me, but instead, she frowns at me.
“Is that it?”
“Well… yes.”
“Classic Alexa,” she sighs. “You’re self-sabotaging again. You finally found something good, so now you’re overanalyzing everything to try and find faults, picking at the seams, trying to unravel it all so you can go back to your comfort zone, which is sitting at home alone, binge-watching tv and eating takeout.”