Alien Alphas: Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas

by Grace Goodwin

  Phi had stripes.

  I’d found those markings interesting from the first moment I’d seen him sitting at one of my tables. Few and far between, angled to highlight his bone structure, those stripes reminded me more of 1970s David Bowie than any of Earth’s exotic animals. The most striking, my favorite mark, was a line bisecting his face right down the center.

  “Emily...”

  He was chiding me for my reticence, and I’d always been a sucker for guilt trips. “Yeah?”

  His toes—well, they were similar to toes—brushed my thigh. “Come here. Human women are to be attended to after they have been mated. It is mentally unhealthy for you to draw away.”

  I may not have wanted to, but I smirked. He had a knack for making me do that. “Is that what you’ve been told?”

  It was like running water, the way his tone could be so smooth. “We observed your species for many years.”

  I shifted onto a hip, incredulous. “You observed humans fucking?”

  “How else were we to assure we satisfied? Human females are far more frightening than the males; you must be conditioned to find us enjoyable or we might be overpowered.”

  I giggled, certain he was teasing me. But amusement faded and I grew uneasy. “You forgot to mention that we find you overwhelming and scary.”

  Phi blinked, a quick flash of horizontal eyelid snapping shut over fully black eyes. Like the shutter of an old camera snapping away, they were always moving. Click, click, click, click, click. There may have been no sound, but when he looked at me, I felt as if he was cataloguing, memorizing every twitch with a mental snapshot. Those upturned eyes seemed a mechanical afterthought of evolution. All of him was enticing—the smoothness of his skin, the coloring, the slightly oblong skull, even his practically human mouth, but the eyes... they made me feel as if I was a human living on a planet swarming with aliens that should not have been there.

  He might look human, but shit like that was a quick reminder that these new citizens were not one of us.

  “Do not feel fear toward me, Emily.”

  And with easy words from a lounging tiger, I didn’t. Still, I spoke about why. “Your kind just showed up here—legions of you—and no one said a thing. Our government, which I will openly admit is populated by warmongering idiots, just stood there, smiling, as if they sent out invitations to tea. You live in our cities, you even dress like human males now...”

  Phi finished my thought, “And the males of your own species are dying, have been dying off for generations. The majority cannot survive past forty Earth years.”

  Exactly. And how was it that such a phenomenon was something everyone noticed but nobody talked about? “My brother, he’s thirty-eight. He started coughing last year... Tony won’t make it to forty.”

  And while my brother could no longer work to support his family, I was here, having just let an alien fuck me until I’d come so hard I’d torn the covers.

  Phi no longer waited for me to lie beside him; he reached for me.

  Pulled into the cradle of warmth, his front to my back, I found his touch far more soothing than I should have, considering he was practically a stranger.

  His chest expanded and he held me a little tighter. “Settling on this planet was done peacefully. Not one of your species was harmed. There has been no violence. So tell me the basis of your fears.”

  My concerns were so straightforward I could not believe I had to explain them. “Everyone stood there like lemmings, silent when you stepped off those massive ships. I saw it on the news, in the streets. It wasn’t normal.”

  Phi’s muscled arms wound around my middle. I was engulfed by the man breathing at my ear. “Your film industry has conditioned you to think extraterrestrials only seek out Earth to invade, steal your resources, and commit genocide.”

  His words should not have been amusing, but again I smirked. “Not true. The alien species in the original Star Trek were all gogo-dancing sluts for Kirk.”

  “I like that you are humorous.” Phi ran his fingers through my tangled hair, tugging playfully. “It was fortuitous that I found you first.”

  At the restaurant, I served aliens and humans alike. Phi was not the first I had seen, and certainly not the first I had spoken to. He was, however, the first I had fucked.

  I’m still not sure how we ended up at my shitty apartment in the middle of the day.

  Had I found a human man waiting outside my place of business for me to leave, I would have called the cops. Instead I’d walked right over to him and said hello. Anyone with half a brain knew better.

  Had a human man touched me like he had, I would have sent my knee flying straight to his groin. But it had been different when Phi put his hands on my body and told me I should take him home. I’d grown wet right then and there.

  The first time he’d screwed me, he’d marched me through my door by the elbow. Dirty uniform aprons littering the floor had been ignored, the pair of us walking over abandoned pizza boxes and fast food wrappers. Once at my lumpy bed, he’d bent me forward, ass up, still clothed.

  He’d told me to stay.

  I’d never had a man talk to me like that... or flip up my skirt, pull my panties down, and inspect me. And that’s exactly what he’d done. Kneeling, he’d leaned up close, tracing his fingers down the shape of my labia. He’d spread them apart to look deeper, and... I should have been mortified.

  It’s not like I had expected a tryst. Heck, I was sweaty after the morning shift and wearing an old pair of panties.

  It didn’t matter. Phi had complimented my scent, shape, and even posture profusely.

  And then he had thrust in, right there, just like that. Both of us dressed, my cheek to the mattress. Hell, I still had my shoes on.

  And I... I had liked it.

  It wasn’t until my first orgasm that he’d altered position, undressing us both, and laying me back to take me face to face like a lover.

  That was the first time I’d seen his unclothed body... and the part of him he’d put inside me.

  Absently as he’d slipped it back in, I’d wondered if they always started fucking an Earth woman from behind... so we might know how good that thing could feel and not scream when it waved our way.

  And it had felt good. Better than good.

  No one in my past had ever gotten me so worked up. Maybe it was the fact Phi’s genitals could change shape. Maybe it was the ring of short waving tentacle-like protrusions around it that stimulated clitoris, labia... anus.

  Maybe it was that he knew how to fuck.

  Earth men were terribly lazy in bed.

  He’d thrust in, and noises I’d never before made squeaked out unbidden. Those little fingers around his cock, they teased and stroked, as if he could control each one of them no matter the pace. Two of those tentacles had rolled my clit between their slippery, grasping tips. Legs trembling uncontrollably, I’d come... gasping.

  Phi had slowed his pace to accommodate exactly what would extend the pleasure to my squirmy insides. All the while he’d held my eyes. His expression was hard to read, almost calculating.

  It, like the pre-sex inspection, should have been unnerving.

  The instant it dawned on me that this was strange, he’d started pumping his hips again.

  Lowering his head, he’d put his mouth on my skin and offered what must have been a kiss to my shoulder.

  I thought before that moment that what we were doing could be classified as fucking. I was wrong. It grew savage, wild, his feelers grabbing and rough. Inside my body his cock spread out, undulating up and down its length like a strained soundwave.

  This was the sensation the most expensive sex toys tried and failed to create. Every last nerve of my pussy was affected. Too much sensation had driven me to ask him to slow down.

  My request led to the opposite effect. He’d pounded even harder, rearing back to hold my eyes again.

  Saturated, endless, black in a face that, if human, could have been famous on the silver scr
een.

  These creatures were pretty. They also didn’t seem to understand the concept of, “Please, stop.”

  I wasn’t begging out of fear or unwillingness. They were the cries of an overworked nervous system and the fear that the building orgasm might actually cause permanent harm.

  He’d only offered four words in return. “You can bear it.”

  Stuffed full of writhing alien sex organ, pinched and prodded by a series of tentacle things, I’d caught my legs behind the knee and braced against the onslaught.

  “Good choice.”

  Good choice? It was the only choice. Spread or be crushed by powerful hips and things that did not go inside nice human girls.

  I was so fucking wet.

  Rolling snaps of twitching muscle were the only warning that wild orgasm was about to take hold. My womb clenched, vaginal tunnel wrecked by a foreign invader, and I began to wail.

  The noises he inspired in me were anything but pretty. Primal, base, inhuman...

  Phi dragged me through it until I was a drooling mess. And just like that, he’d stopped. Utterly.

  It took long minutes to even consider that he might not have come at all. Maybe his kind didn’t do that. So why proposition me?

  No slippery evidence but my own abundant juices waited. He had no testicles, so maybe there was no sperm.

  “Did you...?”

  He’d settled my panting, sloppy self against his body, tucking my arm around his middle and said, “That was for your pleasure.”

  Okay...

  And that’s what had driven me to reach for the stale pack of smokes and the sanctuary of false solitude at the edge of my bed.

  Looking around, I wondered what he must think of this dump. My apartment was poor, cramped, and only had one small window half blocked by an AC unit. Dingy walls I had tried to spruce up with fuchsia curtains to match my bedspread did not alleviate the gloom. My apartment, like my life, was not the kind that attracted handsome men. Or, I should say, handsome men who didn’t want to leave right after sex. Having Phi there was unnerving, and I was not sure what to do with him now that we were done. Feed him? Offer coffee? Ask him to leave?

  The more I thought about it, the stranger I felt.

  Have you ever had that sensation that there is something incredibly terrifying right behind you?

  Phi’s arms seemed less reassuring, and the more he stroked my body, the more sinister the action appeared. The back and forth of those long fingers, they mirrored my shifting perception of the alien. In that moment, when he was so close, all I wanted to do was weep... no matter how beautiful I found him.

  I’d gone stiff as a board, breathing shallow. I needed him to leave. “Your kind doesn’t sleep.”

  He rocked me a little as if he’d seen the action on television and wanted to try it. “And?”

  “I’m getting tired—”

  I was released, Phi moving his mass with grace Earth men did not possess. Once standing, he had to duck fractionally, as my ceilings were low. Bowed, he seemed less threatening. Or was it that he was naked and bore no shame in the display?

  He let me have my unnecessary look. Between his legs, he was not like any human man I’d seen. There was no hair, no scrotum, but there was something akin to a flexed muscle. When it had been inside me, it had adapted, you see, changed its shape, length, and width. That silver green organ had even wriggled and throbbed. Now it hung limp, a shapeless bulge encircled by shortened nubs. His little tentacles had receded, laid flat like unopened flower petals.

  And there I was staring at it to the point it was indecent, rude even.

  Feeling the twinge between my legs at remembering what that thing could do, I almost whimpered. I could almost feel it inside me again, and whatever terror had been burdening me moments before, I’d forgotten.

  Swallowing, I forced myself to look up and meet his eyes before I lost the last vestiges of fear.

  He spoke. “You are very beautiful.”

  Was I? I looked down at my ruddy hands, at my rug-burned knees, and felt there was no comparison between us.

  One long finger traced the pattern of freckles atop my right breast, Phi saying, “This I like most. You have stars on you, your own constellations.”

  Watching him trace out a pattern, I found myself mesmerized.

  It was hard to know what he thought, because like I said, I was never sure if he was using human mannerisms in a practiced way to earn a specific response. Therefore, I had to ask, “Did you enjoy...” What was the right word? “...me?”

  I could not believe those words had come out of my dumb mouth. Immediately embarrassed, my attention went to the wood floor.

  He brushed the stiffening tip of my breast. “Very much, Emily. I would eagerly bring you to orgasm again. In this moment, if you desire.”

  You to orgasm. It was the second time he’d mentioned it was my pleasure and none of his. There had not been fireworks for Phi. Sure, he’d seemed focused and involved—as if he found the act pleasurable. But he’d never come... I wasn’t even sure if his species ejaculated.

  That would be an awkward google search later.

  Out of the blue it struck me that not once in the last hours I’d lay moaning under this creature had I considered contraception. It was as if the definition of that word had been completely forgotten. In all my adult years, I had never once had sex without a condom. Such an achievement had been something I prided myself on. There were condoms in the drawer by the bed... right fucking there... and I had not thought of them.

  Long-fingered hands cupped my shoulders, and Phi pushed me gently back to the mattress. “You claimed you were tired. As it is well past the hour you normally rest, I insist you do so now.”

  Those hands, warm as summer sun, felt good. Eyes growing heavy, I turned into my pillow, imagining the lake. I could feel my skin tan as I lay on the pier. I could hear the water lapping and smell trees.

  I dreamed of swimming with my brother like we did when we were kids. I dreamed of innocence and simple pleasures. And then I dreamed of Phi.

  Chapter Two

  “Emily!”

  That was the chef yelling, tubby fish-lipped bastard that he was. In case you weren’t sure, I didn’t like him. It was hard to respect a man who was usually so drunk he had no fucking clue if he was coming or going. But did the masses laud him for his culinary greatness? Dare I say greatness with a healthy dose of eye rolling... Yes, yes, the masses did. His food was good, it had put his restaurant on the map in a city teeming with competition, and I made more tips for it.

  Didn’t change the fact that he was a pig.

  A stupid, self-absorbed, egomaniacal pig.

  It also didn’t hurt that he was a man. If you had a dick in my world, everything you did was treated like gold. Speaking of the chef’s dick, he’d once told me I should fuck him simply because his cock was hard and we’d shared a cab home. He’d been drunk then too.

  Men might have been in short supply, but eww.

  Pushing through the swinging kitchen door, I pretended that my coworkers were not still looking at me as if I’d grown a third eye.

  Everyone had been unhappy with me. Part of that was my fault. I’d called in sick too many shifts in a row, forcing others to cover for me. Part of it was because, even though no one had said a goddamn thing, the staff had seen me leave with Phi almost a week ago.

  It set me apart, simply because it was such an odd thing to do. Alien and human mixed, but didn’t, if you get my drift.

  It was one thing to have them live with us. It was another thing to let them fondle your breasts on the sidewalk.

  Not that anyone mentioned the taboo... ever.

  You wouldn’t find it on the news. There were no alien sex tips in Cosmo.

  My google search had led to nothing.

  So, I did my job quietly and tried to forget; I took a plate of pasta and a burger to table five.

  The two aliens ensconced by the window were not seated in my section,
which meant I didn’t need to talk to them beyond asking if they needed ketchup when I set down their food. Their kind had made me uneasy since I’d woken up sore between my legs and immediately chickened out of going to work.

  Deep down, I felt as if I’d done something very wrong.

  I never should have let Phi touch me.

  Looking at the pair at the table, I could not help but wish aliens had never come here.

  And then I blinked.

  Thinking of it, I suppose I wasn’t to refer to them as aliens anymore. You see, Phi’s kind had matriculated into the system... they were full citizens with the right to vote, to pay taxes... to eat at hipster restaurants.

  They even had the right to thank me when I set their food before them.

  Turns out, the new kids on the block practiced better manners than their human counterparts. Both smiling, the strangers were gracious.

  I turned to go.

  “Miss?”

  “Yes?” I swung around to see if the server had forgotten silverware, or if they needed salt, or maybe their waters were empty. “What can I do for you?”

  “Phi would like you to have this.”

  Oh, no.

  Don’t talk to them. Step backwards slowly.

  Except my feet took me forward, just as they had done the first time I had seen Phi.

  I still could not tell you what had possessed me to be so brazen. I’d hardly known Phi when I’d invited him back to my apartment; I still hardly knew him... except I now knew what he looked like naked.

  I was not the impulsive type. I just did my job, chatted with guests, went home with my tips, hung out with friends. Something had been different that day. The shift in formality from waitress and customer to acquaintances... had gone too smoothly in a span of ten minutes.

  I’d talked to him. Really talked.

  But looking back on it, we’d only talked about me. I could not tell you a thing about Phi beyond the silly fact that a creature named Phi liked to eat pie—blueberry, especially.