The Abduction: MFM Menage Alien Romance

by Nichole Allen

  She rolled him unto his back and mounted his hips. With their clothes still in place she could feel him, hot and firm, between her thighs. She leaned down and placed a nearly chaste kiss on his brow, then on his red cheeks, and then his mouth. She drew her tongue along the fullness of his lower lip, tracing the outline of his mouth. He squirmed beneath her and she liked it.

  For months the Elerians had taught her how to do things their way. She had learned exactly how to wrap her body in their clothing, in what order to eat her meals and how to speak their complicated language. Leah had done her best to do as she was told...but she didn't want to be told what to do here. This was her wedding bed, her dominion. She wanted to decide what happened here and when.

  “Relax,” she told him, “just let me show you.”

  He tried, but as her mouth continued to descend down his neck his body started to move with more eagerness than grace. She used her weight to pin him down. When that didn't work she gripped his wrists and pushed them up above his head. He blinked up at her and his mouth fell open.

  “Grip the headboard,” she told him.

  “A-alright.”

  His fingers curled around the intricate silvery headboard. She pushed his shirt up until it hung around his wrists like cloth cuffs. They looked good there, the dark green against the creamy ivory of his skin. She dragged her fingers lightly down the elegant slenderness of his arms, tracing the lines of veins, the natural dips and curves of his flesh. His hips bumped against her as he writhed beneath her touch.

  “Do you like that?” she asked.

  “It tickles.”

  “That's not what I asked.”

  He hesitated and then nodded. “I do.”

  “Good.”

  She let her free hand join the first tracing the lines of his chest and sides, keeping her touch as feather light as she could. Leah did not rush it, even when she felt the firmness of him soften at the gentle play. She touched him as if she could memorize the perfect slender structure of him beneath her. Had he been human, he might have been called 'small' or 'bird chested' but he just looked the way his people were supposed to look. His long chest was as natural to his form as the points of his ears. She liked it.

  “Are you ready for more?”

  “Oh yes.”

  She slid away from him and tugged his pants down with her. He moved as if to help her and she shook her head. “No, hands up there.”

  “Is this...normal?” he asked. “Is this the way sex always goes?”

  It was the first time he used the word 'sex'. He said it as if it were a curse word, something whispered in privacy. Maybe here it was. There weren't computers and she hadn't seen much in the way of any art that wasn't religious in nature. Unlike the boys at home who could pull up an erotic video whenever they wanted he was...innocent.

  “No,” she said honestly. “There are many ways to have sex...this is just what I want, right now. If you don't like it, we can stop. All you have to do is say so.”

  “Really?”

  “I swear.”

  He thought it over, and then resettled against the mattress, his head resting on a dark pillow. His auburn hair looked like a flame. “Okay.”

  She pushed his legs together so that his softened length, which looked very human in structure save for a far more slender tip than most human males had, was propped up on the closeness of his thighs. His tight ball sack was hairless, and she assumed it was natural since Elerians did not seem to have hair past their eyebrows.

  She mounted him again, trapping his legs with her own. She leaned over him and placed kisses on his lips, chest and belly. Her breasts, still clad in the silk of her evening dress, swept over his body until the mounds of them cupped his flaccid length. He made a little sound, his teeth gritted as if he tried to keep it inside.

  “You can moan,” she said.

  “Really?”

  “I'd like it a lot more if you did.”

  She bent her head and wrapped her lips around that tapered tip. His moan was throaty and full. Her tongue swept around the end of him, exploring with enthusiasm. His hips jerked in response.

  “Oh Leah!”

  She pushed her head further down on him. He shifted hips body back and forth as if he could work himself deeper. She put a hand on his hip, pushing him against the bed.

  His breathing was already uneven. His moans had become softer, and yet faster so that it was almost a pant. A pleasant flush had spread across his entire body turning him a nearly human shade of peach. She could stop, she could pull back and deny him the ultimate pleasure...but she didn't Part of it was curiosity, would it be like a human man? Part of it was gratitude for his acceptance.

  She pulled her mouth away and wrapped her hand tightly around his now wet shaft. She stroked quick and fast.

  “Leah,” he panted, “oh Leah I... I’m going...”

  “Do it,” she commanded, “now!”

  His spill was an arc of white that landed on his bare belly. She felt a strange sense of pride at bringing him so quickly. Leah kept stroking, kept playing until he twitched and pulled away.

  “Too much! Stop!”

  She did. She had promised after all.

  “So,” a deeper voice said from the doorway, “your pleasures are dark in orientation.”

  Erun twisted himself to hide his nakedness. “I thought you weren't going to be here, Heran.”

  “I changed my mind.”

  Leah fixed him with a cool stare, still completely dressed she pulled the blanket up over Erun's hips. He gave her a grateful smile that she only caught out of the corner of her eyes.

  “Did you now?” She stood up, putting herself between the two men.

  He bowed ever so slightly, “I understand that your position was difficult. You did what you thought best.”

  “True.” She crossed her arms. “What do you want?”

  “Forgiveness and the same understanding that I offer to you. I reacted to the situation, rather than thinking through your position. I ask that you do not do the same with me. I reacted with thoughtless emotion.”

  Well, she could hardly do the same. She turned and looked at Erun. “What do you think?”

  He turned his green eyes on her and smiled. “It would be mean if we sent him away.”

  She patted Erun's chest and then held her other hand out to Heran. He came to her side and linked his fingers with hers.

  “Was I right?” he asked, “Are your pleasures...dark?”

  She turned towards him. “Sometimes. Tonight...yes.”

  “Good.”

  He gripped her hip and levered her back against the bed, pinning her fast enough to make her gasp. She found herself lying next to Erun.

  “Do you receive such pleasure as well as you give it?”

  “Yes,” she admitted. “Are you up for it?”

  “Yes.”

  He pushed her arms up until she clung to the bed frame that Erun had been holding. Heran's quick fingers tugged open her evening gown. One minutes she was clothed, the next her clothing was a fabric framing her nudity. He looked down at her with those orange and silver eyes and it was a dark look. Here was her unexpected barbarian.

  “You are not a virgin,” she said.

  “No,” he admitted, “I am not.”

  His mouth descended on the peak of her breast. It was tongue and lips and teeth darting from one breast to the other until she was moaning. She turned her head and caught Erun watching them. She glanced down and saw that he was enjoying the show. Her body shivered at the thought.

  Heran's fingers pushed between her thighs. He paused when he felt her alien patch of hair. Normally she shaved, but Elerians had a pretty ridiculously few razors laying about. Suddenly she was uncertain, but then his fingers darted over it.

  “It is soft,” he said against her breast.

  “It is.”

  “I like.”

  “Can I feel?” Erun asked.

  Heran nodded and parted her thighs further to l
et the younger man pet along the curls. He smiled.

  Leah opened her mouth to offer a clever remark, but then Heran's fingers dove inside of her and all she could do was moan.

  “Touch her here,” he told the other man, pointing to the little nub of pleasure at the very top of her cleft. “Females are sensitive there. Or at least...ours are.”

  “I'm the same,” Leah admitted.

  The two men played with her, teased and touched her. Her head fell back as she felt Heran's firm push of his fingers and Erun's much lighter touch. The sensations complimented each other until she felt that ball of light build in that deep space inside of her body.

  “Are you ready?” Heran asked.

  “Oh yes.”

  He removed his hand and tucked his body between her thighs. She opened her eyes enough to see that he had not removed all of his clothes, just enough that he could pull out his shaft. He was thicker than Erun, and longer. Her body shivered as she felt to tip of him part her opening. With one shove he pushed into her, and she groaned low and satisfied.

  “More,” she said. “oh yes, more.”

  He pulled himself out until all she felt was the light press of his end to her opening, and then he shoved again, hard enough to bounce her on the bed.

  “Ohhh yes.”

  She felt Erun slide against her, his hand still teasing along that spot at the top of her thighs. His auburn head dipped to take her nipple in a lighter mimicry of Heran's rough pleasure. She wrapped an arm around his slender body and held him close as her leg wrapped around Heran's hip, letting him move deeper.

  Her eyes closed and she gave herself over into the sensation of their bodies, the way tongues and hands and hips moved. The light at the center of her tightened into a pinpoint.

  “Oh yes,” she gasped, “just like that.”

  Heran hooked one arm beneath her leg and pounded into her with a relentlessness that she did not think he would have. It fed that growing pleasure, fed it until she could not contain it. Erun's fingers and tongue gave steady flicks until her hips gyrated.

  “Yes!” she cried as the wild light overtook her. She was flying, pinned between the two of them she was floating out of her body. She had no form, she was only the height of her ecstasy. Heran pushed into the body she barely recognized and filled it with an arc of his own enjoyment.

  Moments later she came back to herself, breathing hard and twitching through the after effects of a great orgasm.

  “Dear God,” she whispered.

  Heran rolled off of her, but not away. He lay on the opposite side of Erun, the pair of them hugging her with one arm each.

  “What shall we do now, gentlemen?” she asked.

  “Wait a while...and then do it again.” Heran offered.

  She laughed, and Erun joined her.

  “Honestly?” Erun shook his head. “As long as I can stay with you I don't care much what happens next.”

  “Nor do I.”

  Leah smiled and kissed each of them in turn and realized that she felt the same.

  THE END

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  Brotherly Love

  “There’s no need to send the car, I’ll get a cab- yeah don’t worry, Dad. I’ll see you in an hour or so.” Alex hung up and stuffed his phone hastily into his pocket as he hurried across the airport. The JFK terminal was as crowded as ever and Alex felt thrilled to be back home, in his glorious city. A couple of young women slurping on frappes giggled as he passed by, and they turned to stare at him walk away. Though he kept a straight face and pretended not to notice, he secretly felt proud that he still attracted this kind of attention. As he neared the glass doors, he stopped to check his reflection, running a hand through his thick wavy brown hair. He put on his sunglasses, dragged his suitcase out of the airport and whistled for a cab.

  After Alex climbed into the cab and explained the address, he smiled fondly at the thought of seeing his childhood home and his brother, Daniel. The two of them had been inseparable as kids, and they had remained close growing up too- attending the same college, both working at their Dad’s company, and moving in the same social circles. Born just ten months apart from each other, the two of them acted more like twins, and like twins, they often became very competitive. Alex was older, but Dan was bossier. Alex was smarter, but Dan was more outgoing. Alex was hard-working, but Dan was charming. The list went on and on- somehow, the two of them always found themselves engaged in friendly competition, always trying to one up the other.

  The company had started to branch out and when the boys were old enough, their father had sent them off to different cities to manage the expanding business. Alex chose Los Angeles while Dan went off to Boston, and the two hadn’t seen each other in two years. They would have stayed in their respective cities too; if their father hadn’t called them and told them the news- he was getting married. After a long drive through the city, the car pulled up outside the sprawling mansion and as the cab driver helped him get his bags out, Alex looked at the house he grew up in and beamed. He struggled to get his luggage up the driveway and when he finally reached the door, he drew a deep breath and knocked.

  The door was answered by a tall man he didn’t recognize, who let him in courteously and said, “You must be Master Alex, please- let me take your bags.” Alex thanked the man when a voice from the other end of the entrance hall said, “Brother.” Alex turned and saw Dan standing there, his arms outstretched. His younger brother grinned at him as he drew nearer and the two of them embraced. As they broke away Alex said, “I thought you weren’t getting in till the weekend?” But Dan shook his head and waved a hand dismissively as he said, “Nah, I couldn’t wait that long to get in on the family fun,” he punched Alex playfully and then said, “So I took Dad’s jet here ahead of time.” Alex rubbed his arm where Dan had punched him and said, “Dad really sent his jet for you?”

  Dan didn’t seem to have heard him though, as he looked around and said, “Are those all your bags? You’re not gonna leave right after the wedding, are you? Come on, Al- we haven’t hung out in years.” Alex shrugged and said, “I’ve got enough stuff to last me a few weeks. I don’t need that much, you know me.” Dan grinned and said, “Of course, I forgot, you live like an ascetic- Padre Alex.” When his brother didn’t crack a smile, Dan punched him again and said, “Come on, you know I’m kidding around.” Alex rubbed his arm again just as their father walked into the hall.

  Stephen Bennett had always been a formidable man and an even more formidable father to his two sons. He loved them greatly, but he always pushed them too hard. After their mother had passed, Stephen had raised the boys on his own, instilling in them the skills of good businessmen and teaching them how to survive in a competitive world. “Dad,” Alex said, smiling and walking close to his father, who as always extended his hand, and Alex took it, shaking it firmly as he had been taught to do when he was only six years old. Even now, at twenty-seven, he still found his father an intimidating figure. Even Dan, who was usually a little more laid-back than Alex, had stiffened the moment Stephen had shown up. “Was the flight alright?” His father asked and Alex nodded, “Yes sir,” he said, trying not to think about the fact that Dan had taken the private jet while he had flown a long, cramped flight on a cheap airline.

  His father nodded and said, “Good. Come now, the table is set- you must be hungry.” Alex followed his father and brother into the dining room, which was set as it always had been since Alex remembered. Once they were seated in their regular places, Alex said, “How are you, Dad? How’s the wedding preparation going?” Stephen smiled and gruffly said “Oh I can’t get caught up in all that- I just focus on my work while my secretary handles all that stuff.” Alex turned to Dan and said, “Have you met Janine yet?” referring to his father’s fiancée. Dan shook his head and said, “Not yet- Dad wanted us to meet her together.” Alex nodded, secretly feeling relieved that Dan hadn’t been given the chanc
e to one-up him again. “I’ve arranged for us all to have dinner tomorrow night.” Stephen said, and Alex nodded and then turned his attention to the food in front of him, wondering if living at home had always felt this awkward and the conversation always so strained.

  *****

  Chloe tried not to cry as she held the strip in her hand: two lines- positive. It was her third test in two days, and they all told her the same thing- that she was definitely very pregnant. Chloe took a deep shuddering breath and dropped the strip in the dustbin, washing her hands and staring at her reflection. She didn’t recognize the woman looking back at her- how had she turned into this lank-haired dead-eyed girl, pregnant at twenty-six? She sat down on the toilet seat and cradled her head in her hands miserably. She felt her life flash before her eyes- her friends, her career, any prospect of finding a man and marrying- she felt it all fall into the trash along with the pregnancy strip.

  After she showered and dressed for work, she looked in the mirror again, this time she felt more confident that she was the same person she always been, and if she didn’t think about the pregnancy maybe she could somehow undo it. She put some lipstick on, and lined her big blue eyes with kohl before grabbing her phone and purse and heading out the door. As she made her way to the tall Bennett Industries building, she wondered how long she could hide her situation from her new boss. Stephen Bennett was kind to her, and he trusted her with a lot of work that he didn’t think anyone else was capable enough to do. As the elevator dinged open on her floor, she plastered a big smile onto her face and walked up to her desk.

  Her smile froze on her face though, when she saw someone already sitting in her seat. As she approached, her shoes clattering against the polishes wood flooring, the chair swiveled around and Chloe’s jaw nearly dropped as she found herself staring at the most handsome man she had ever seen. He smiled pleasantly and said, “Hello.” Chloe rearranged her features to look more composed, and she coolly set her purse down on the desk and said, “Hi, can I help you with something?” The man jumped out of the chair and said, “Sorry, I didn’t realize this was your desk- uh, I’m Alex.” He extended his hand and Chloe took it, shaking it firmly as she smiled and said, “Chloe. I’m Mr. Bennett’s secretary.” Alex smiled and Chloe almost felt the need to shield her eyes from the dazzling set of teeth he flashed at her. “Perfect- you’re just the person I needed to see.”