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

by Grace Goodwin

  Je’Tar sent back, Pleasure service administration. He saw no point in trying to conceal the matter—surely Ge’Dor had already begun to spread the story.

  I hope you’ll keep me apprised, Re-Tid replied. You could never judge tone from implant communications, which sent in essence virtual written messages, but Je’Tar thought he could detect a guarded note in his second’s response. That only made sense, given the role Re-Tid would have to play in the hearing, if Ge’Dor’s tale had reached the Swiftarrow via implant messages. Je’Tar considered asking directly whether Re-Tid had communicated with the captain of the Quickstar, but what good could it do? Rashly taken or not, his action on the planet would have its consequences. Right now, Je’Tar wanted to concentrate on Tera.

  The few warriors and serviles they saw fell back, of course, for the captain. He thought he heard Tera give a little gasp when she saw her first servile: the appearance of the shorter, rounder caste, in whose features one could just make out the same species traits as their warrior cousins’, tended to unnerve human girls at first. Above all, humans tended to be fascinated by the longer and more expressive nose possessed by serviles. Those pleasure-girls who took the time to try to learn how to read their masters’ moods often asked the pink-skinned serviles who took care of them in the pleasure station to show what different nasal gestures looked like, and meant. Perhaps he should advise Tera to ask about that?

  More than anything else in the welter of thoughts and feelings coursing through his mind and his ut’wei—the closest thing to a ‘heart’ that a He’Ban warrior had—the fleeting idea that Tera should learn how to read his nose told him that he had gotten himself into trouble. A warrior’s ut’wei should remain free of such concerns, when he had his duty to attend to. Instead of thinking about how to handle Re-Tid, he had let his mind wander to Tera.

  Trouble, yes: but he would resolve it.

  The door to his quarters slid open in front of Je’Tar, and he entered, with Tera precisely one He’Ban pace behind, the metal fixtures on her discipline belt jingling quietly in the busy, slightly humming silence of an orderly starship.

  * * *

  Je’Tar’s quarters were not spacious—perhaps twice the size of the holding cell in which Tera had acquired the welts that still stung her as she had walked naked through the corridors of his ship. The silence had cowed her almost as much as the sight of that other kind of He’Ban—or were those pink creatures moving so much slower than the warriors even of the same species? Tera clung desperately to the shred of the hope she had felt only a few minutes before, but everything seemed... well, so alien.

  Je’Tar had said he would take her to the pleasure station, hadn’t he? Maybe there were other human girls aboard, who she would meet there? She felt if she could only see another human face her fears might abate.

  The room had a wide bunk at one side and a desk at the other. The only sign of status seemed to be the large, well-padded chair in the middle of the room, covered in what must be Earth leather and looking rather like an old-fashioned recliner. As soon as the door slid closed behind Tera, Je’Tar went to the chair and sat down in it, bringing his head much closer to the level of Tera’s.

  “Come here, Tera,” he said, and patted his broad left thigh with his enormous left hand.

  The familiarity of the gesture from Earth culture—the simple invitation of a man to a woman to come sit in his lap, along with its casual intimacy, seemed to Tera to make the strangeness of this alien warrior even greater than it would be if he had told her to kneel, or to stand on her head. She hesitated, and her eyes flickered involuntarily upward to Je’Tar’s face.

  There she saw that his nose had moved down and slightly to his left side. Somehow, to Tera’s astonishment, she simply knew that the gesture meant Je’Tar felt disappointment. Her face grew terribly hot, and she swallowed hard. Her knees trembled so much that she almost felt she must kneel simply so that she didn’t fall down. What did it mean, that she could tell how this alien felt? What did it mean that she suddenly wanted not to disappoint him—never to disappoint him? She lowered her eyes again, to look at his feet, scared and confused and, worst of all, terribly aroused.

  “Look at me, girl,” Je’Tar said, his voice now very stern, but with a strange note to it that seemed to Tera to carry the continuing disappointment, as if this alien warrior knew he had to punish her for her failure to obey, but he would rather have held her on his lap.

  Tera raised her eyes once again. Je’Tar’s nose had gone up, the rough red skin that covered its bony bridge wrinkling slightly.

  He’s worried about me. Now Tera thought she might be going crazy, because the certainty she felt about her interpretation of these nasal expressions simply left no doubt in her mind: impossibly, she seemed somehow to be sharing the thoughts of the alien warrior who wanted to take his pleasure inside her body with an organ at which she felt truly desperate, now, to get a good look.

  “Come here and lay yourself over my knee, Tera,” he said, seeming to grow firmer in his purpose as his bright blue eyes looked into hers. “I must spank you for looking me in the eye, and for hesitation to obey. I do not wish to whip you, but I will if you don’t come to me for your spanking immediately.”

  For a moment, in her fright, Tera forgot that her wrists were bound at her side, and she tried to cover her already sore bottom with her hands. When she felt the discipline belt restraining her, she gave a little sob of frustration. Je’Tar’s nose descended, and Tera knew it meant determination, that he would get up and bend her over for the strap just as Ge’Dor had, and the terrible pain in her poor bottom would come again.

  She took a step forward, and then another.

  “Good girl,” Je’Tar said. “Eyes down again.”

  Tera obeyed, and found that it made the ordeal of walking the few remaining steps to his big, dark red thigh a little easier. To her surprise, as she advanced, Je’Tar reached under the chair and brought out a cushion covered like the chair in dark leather. He laid it on his thigh.

  “Lay yourself down over this, Tera,” he said. “My body is very hard, because of my warrior’s bone armor. When I train you, I will use cushions like this to make it more comfortable while I discipline you and use you.”

  A wild impulse to giggle rose in Tera’s chest at that. More comfortable to have a spanking? More comfortable to be bottom-fucked by an alien cock?

  Je’Tar had spread his long legs so that she could come and stand in between them, much closer to him than she had ever yet been. She felt a warmth radiating from his torso and she realized He’Ban body temperature must be higher than human. Her eyes fixed themselves helplessly on the space between his legs, wondering yet again what she had seen in Ge’Dor’s hand, the cock Je’Tar must somehow have under the protection of the bony armor under his red skin.

  He put his hands on her waist, and she couldn’t suppress a little cry of fear.

  “Shh,” he said, so gently it startled Tera. “Shh, good girl. I must spank your little bottom now.”

  “Yes, sir,” Tera whispered, though she didn’t know where the urge to speak had come from. Then, even less explicably, she added, “Thank you, sir.”

  Je’Tar held her in place against his thigh, then, and he put his huge hand on her backside, taking all of her right hind-cheek on his fingers and all of her left one on his palm. Tera shivered, and suddenly she realized she had never been so warm and wet between her legs in her whole life.

  Why? What did she feel coming from this alien, along with the comforting warmth of his body? What had she heard in his voice, or somehow sensed in his thoughts when he said, I must spank your little bottom now?

  Something in the word little, Tera knew. Something about how this warrior clearly didn’t want merely to punish and fuck her, as the other captain had. Something about how he wanted to take care of her, how spanking her now, over his knee, meant much more than correcting her faults of deportment.

  “You feel it too, don’t you, Tera?” Je
’Tar asked in a low voice that seemed full of wonder. “You feel my ut’wei-qe.”

  Chapter Seven

  He could scarcely believe it. He’Ban warriors grew to maturity hearing from their instructors in the way of te-wo—the He’Ban warrior code—that the stories of ut’wei-qe in the long ago past of their species constituted nothing more than romantic legend. The idea that two creatures’ hearts could beat together, as the stories put it, represented an outlandish fiction. How much less believable, then, that a human girl and a He’Ban warrior could share that kind of communion?

  But as Tera trembled under his touch, after she had of her own accord thanked him for her coming spanking, Je’Tar could find no other explanation. Now she whispered, “Yes, sir,” though how could she possibly know what the untranslatable word ut’wei-qe meant?

  Then she breathed, “What is it?” and Je’Tar could tell simply from the sound of her voice that she meant to ask not about something she had never felt and wanted him to describe, but about an emotion inside her that she needed her master’s help in understanding.

  He had commanded his ship in battle a hundred times, won honor and glory for his crew and the He’Ban people over and over. Je’Tar had never felt the need to get his next action right as strongly as he did at that moment. If he didn’t foster this bond with Tera, no matter how bizarre or even shameful the rest of the He’Ban race might find it, he knew he would suffer in a way no gen-sar could undo. He wondered suddenly if the admiral who had confessed feeling ut’wei-qe for a pleasure-girl, rather than seeking gen-sar to rid himself of an improper mental state, had in fact failed to make the bond complete—as Je’Tar felt he might, now, and lose forever his best hope of happiness.

  Part of him wanted to try to explain, in English words like love and desire and communion, what had begun to happen between them. To try that, though, would betray the moment, and let the chance slip away. How could he say in that foreign tongue what it felt like to know a tender, beautiful, intelligent creature needed your care and your guidance?

  “Just feel it, little one,” he said, and urged her over the cushion upon his thigh. “Just feel it for now, while I teach you your lesson.”

  The belt made it awkward for her to hold her position, but to have her restrained that way, bare bottom up for discipline and wrists at her side unable to cover her rear end, made his cock swell so that it ached behind the protective plate. Soon, he thought. Though he couldn’t have her sweet little pussy before the hearing, he would begin her training after the spanking.

  Again he laid his hand on her bottom, and again Tera gave a little whimper. He held her firmly over the cushion with his left arm. Then he raised his right hand and began to spank the rounded cheeks of her backside slowly and steadily.

  Je’Tar controlled the force of his hand so that though Tera cried out and squirmed against his grasp, and her bottom quickly turned bright pink, he did not give her more pain than she could handle. He did punish her thoroughly for her failure to keep to the rules, and the lingering welts from Ge’Dor’s strap clearly made it a very uncomfortable experience for Tera to feel his firm hand, smooth on the inside of palm and fingers, giving her the guidance she needed. But through it all, as she yelped and sobbed, her pretty bottom clenching and unclenching with her attempts to assuage the smart, he felt his heart speaking to hers, felt the two hearts beating together in some undefinable way.

  After five minutes, when her bottom and upper thighs blazed red as Je’Tar’s own skin, Tera lay limp over his thigh, no longer squirming against the arm that held her down. Little whimpers came from her throat with each further spank, but Je’Tar knew he had communicated the correction his human girl required to remember the necessity of obedience. He brought his hand down gently, and began to rub her softly. Tera moaned at this softer touch, and Je’Tar felt an urge from his ut’wei that surprised him, but would not be denied.

  “You will come, now, Tera,” he said, and moved his three middle fingers to spread her thighs and cup all of her virgin pussy from the clitoris to the sensitive place just in front of her tiny puckered anus. “Ride my hand. Move your bottom. Show me what you need from a warrior.”

  The way of a He’Ban with a pleasure-girl was to take his pleasure first, and then, if she had behaved herself, to reward her. But the ut’wei-qe had changed that for Je’Tar, and his swelling, aching cock demanded not release inside her but, before that, to see and to hear Tera in the throes of ecstasy.

  She cried out, and she obeyed, bucking her hips and riding his caressing fingers as best she could given her awkward position over his thigh. “Sir,” she gasped. “Oh, sir.”

  Tera came in seconds, her pretty pink labia contracting delightfully with her orgasm, but Je’Tar didn’t let her rest. He kept caressing, more gently and then more urgently, so that she cried out for mercy but only found more of the pleasure her master wished her to have.

  At last, after her second climax, when she lay exhausted over his thigh, Je’Tar said, “It’s time to kneel before me, Tera, now. You will learn to suck my cock.”

  * * *

  Tera didn’t know why she felt so grateful, when Je’Tar helped her off the cushion on his thigh and down onto the floor, kneeling between his red-skinned legs with her face only inches from the place where she knew his cock must somewhere lie hidden. Perhaps she felt such appreciation for those climaxes to which he forced her that she hoped now to reciprocate?

  But that didn’t seem true, because although Tera did now feel an intense desire to please him, it hadn’t come from those shattering orgasms, or even from the spanking itself, but from the way he had held her, and spoken to her, before he put her over his knee to punish her for being naughty. From that word he had said in his language, which had made her heart leap and made her feel somehow that she knew exactly what he meant, and that it wasn’t just he who felt it, but Tera too.

  Not love, as she thought she had ever known it on Earth. She could imagine loving him despite his being an enormous red alien, but she didn’t, at least not right now. Tera did feel that somehow he had bound her to him, and that she loved being bound that way.

  She felt terribly nervous, her bottom hurt, and her pussy ached from the rough way he had forced her to pleasure. But the thumping of her heart didn’t come from fear as much as her excitement—her need, really—to see at last what Je’Tar had to show her, and to learn to please him.

  “Look at me, little one,” she heard his deep, musical voice say from above her. Tera almost felt some resentment at being denied the immediate gratification of her curiosity, but the tingling of her bottom reminded her to obey him, and she looked up into his blue eyes. His right hand held her chin gently. How could the inside of his hands be so smooth and soft when the rest of his skin seemed so rough? What did it mean about the thing between his legs that she would see now? Hadn’t Ge’Dor been holding something ridged and hard, back in the holding cell?

  “I am going to open my te’nop, the bone that guards my penis. I am very hard for you. It hurts a warrior to be hard when his te’nop is closed, but it feels wonderful to free his penis, especially if he has a pretty girl to take it in her mouth, or in her pussy or her bottom. Lower your eyes and watch, now. It is most important that when my penis is extended you keep your eyes on it, as a sign of respect and acceptance of my mastery over you.”

  “Yes, sir,” Tera whispered, and saw when she looked down that somehow the skin that covered the place between Je’Tar’s legs had shifted a little and become looser, and that the bony plate underneath—the te’nop—had split into two parts. As she watched, from between them something long and hard, and covered with what seemed a mixture of the smooth skin that Je’Tar had on his palms and the rough skin he had elsewhere, extended itself.

  Tera blushed furiously. It looked a little like a human penis, but it was thicker and longer, and it had the ridges, like rings around it, that she had glimpsed on Ge’Dor’s. She felt a frisson of fear at the thought of having the alien
cock in her pussy, and a bigger one at the notion that Je’Tar would take her anally.

  Tera had no experience with actual human cocks, but she thought the opening at their tips was different from the little star-shaped orifice on Je’Tar’s. She knew, though, that a human penis gave out a little liquid even before orgasm, just as this alien one did, and also that human seminal fluid wasn’t tinged blue, like Je’Tar’s.

  She felt so desperate to touch it, just to see if it were actually not quite as unyielding as it looked, that she tried to put her hands up, only to find them again bound by the discipline belt.

  “Just your mouth, now, Tera,” Je’Tar said quite gently. “I will teach you to use your hands later. Taste my seed: you will be surprised, I think.”

  Tera felt her eyes go wide, and nearly forgot the rules in her curiosity to see what Je’Tar’s nose looked like just then. She swallowed hard, feeling her brow furrow. How could she bend to serve him this way? Surely it would be humiliating to be made to taste human seed, by a human man, let alone to have an alien command it with respect to his strange cock.

  She felt his big hand move behind her head, to urge her forward. She felt grateful again, and again the paradox of her feelings about the way Je’Tar mastered her rose in her chest. How could it feel right to be forced to serve him so shamefully?

  “Don’t make me spank you again, Tera,” he said. “Taste my seed. Kiss the tip of my cock. Show me your respect and obedience.”

  She bent, and she put her lips there where the tip of big penis hovered menacingly in front of her. The liquid was sticky, but to her amazement it was also sweet to her taste, and it made her want more: it made her open her mouth and take the end of the cock inside.

  Je’Tar emitted a deep grunt of pleasure. “Good girl,” he rumbled. “That’s right. Just like that.”