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

by Grace Goodwin

  “You can. And you will.” He grasps each one and runs his hands up and down them. The skin sheathing his cock ripples, but the hard metal of the other phallus only shines as he strokes its smooth surface.

  “Please don’t punish me with that thing.” I point at it.

  “Kleo, you are going to be punished and I shall use this. Your particular needs require it. By the time I’ve finished rehabilitating you, this thing, as you call it, will cease to intimidate you. I think it’s highly likely you will come to crave it.” He taps it with a finger.

  I can’t believe it. The arrogance of the man, yet my wretched pussy is frantically clenching at the thought of two cocks penetrating me. I squish my thighs together to hide my wetness. It’s futile. My sex is ramping up and the folds that frame it are swelling rapidly in anticipation.

  Whether he knows what I feel, I can’t tell, but he seems to sense among my innate physical responses that I’m scared.

  “Don’t be frightened,” he says. “No harm will come to you. You’ve been spanked and now it’s necessary to fuck you, two things that you naturally enjoy. If it takes days or weeks, I’m going to discover the real Kleo.”

  I bite my lip. She is here, right in this room, submissive Kleo hasn’t gone anywhere, but something else is alive within her. And I don’t want to lose her either.

  * * *

  He walks me backward and I latch onto his eyes, searching for something that will tell me what he plans to do. He saunters, an almost swagger of the hips, and keeps pace with my timid steps. The nonchalance he expresses is a barefaced lie. It has to be, because no one can have that size erection and not want to fuck. I try not to look at it, and at the other thing, too. But, I’m mesmerized by the pair.

  My butt crashes into something: the exam table. Or should I rename it the fuck table, because there’s nothing medical about its purpose. Brax doesn’t hesitate or offer any guessing games. He spins me around on the balls of my toes and with a little push between my shoulder blades I’m nosediving toward the padded surface. He pins my arms above my head and metal cuffs seem to leap out of the table and trap my wrists. The shackles recoil slightly, dragging my hands toward the edge of the table. Below, out of sight, my feet are knocked apart by his toes, and more cuffs snap around my ankles. I’m bound and bent, unable to kick or twist.

  The brisk manhandling is a prelude. I expect an immediate assault of his cocks in my holes, probably a shove as they force their way into my unyielding portals. I grit my teeth, stifle a cry of alarm, and squeeze my eyes shut. I’m wrong. Instead of a swift plundering, he surprises me with something quite different. He trails something softly down my spine and given the texture and shape, the moist surface, it is his lips, not his fingers. He kisses each knob of my backbone with a tenderness that shocks as much as his firm hand. I shiver, both unnerved and delighted by his change in pace.

  Punishments can take many forms: pain, denial of pleasure, or mental anguish. I await my fate among the peppering of his kisses.

  “You’re a bad, bad girl,” he says between pecks, each one taking him closer to my ass.

  I ripple with goosebumps, confused by his stern words and his exquisite kisses. I am dumbfounded and mute.

  “I don’t think you deserve both of my cocks.” He illustrates his point by nudging both heads against my openings, then swiftly backing off. However, that fleeting touch is sufficient to tantalize. It triggers a stutter of pants out of my mouth and my belly flutters with excitement. This torturous game is for his benefit and not mine. My part is to acquiesce and accept, but not yet.

  “Please, sir, I can’t take both,” I simper.

  “Today’s punishment requires that you do. But you know that.” His lips reach my tailbone.

  I breathlessly concur. “Yes, sir.”

  “So,” he drawls, needlessly, “a bad girl needs her bottom open and ready. Is it?”

  He means relax. Fuck! How can I? I shake my head.

  “Do you want more spanks?” he whispers in my ear.

  No, not yet, I think, but those words don’t come out of my mouth. I say a whimpering plea in their place. “Mercy, no!”

  He pries apart my ass cheeks and I feel the tip of the metal phallus press against my bottom hole, while below, his oiled cock parts my folds and seeks the pleasure of my pussy.

  I inhale and focus on not panicking. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and until I met Brax, I thought I’d done tough things. But I’m so hot for this and I like adventurous sex; I crave it. The artificial member penetrates with one swift jab, then proceeds to glide without resistance. The smooth metallic surface offers no friction, unlike his giant cock, which creeps forward, stretching my vaginal walls as it enters.

  I cry out, fearing that he might split me in two, but just like the sex in the shower, I underestimate my innate sexual abilities and they kick in instinctively. I snatch a lungful of air and fail to exhale, holding onto the breath even when he claps his hands on my buttocks and squeezes each lobe until he presses home with a heart-stopping thrust.

  “Good girl,” he says firmly.

  My eyes water as I sense his two cocks driving forward in parallel; I’m stuffed and stretched. Feeling dizzy, I exhale with a loud gasp that transforms itself into a low moan.

  He fucks, using his dual cocks to stroke and nurture a reaction that I can’t contain. How quickly I climb to my peak. How easily I fail to tame the orgasm.

  “Oh, no,” I squeal, clawing at the table edge with my nails.

  “Don’t,” he growls, then torments me further with a deeper thrust. “I’m not done yet.”

  “Then punish me harder, sir, because...” I curl my toes into balls and at the same time, my pussy clenches. “I’m...” The words stick in my mouth and stay there as spasm after spasm envelops both of us.

  “Bad, bad girl,” he chimes with another firm nudge of his cocks.

  I don’t hear disappointment; he tries to mask a tiny chuckle beneath an exhale. “We’ll try again, but first, two hard whacks with my finest stick for coming without permission.”

  I flinch at the word whack. He fetches the dreaded rod and flexes it before my tearful eyes.

  He skates the tip of the stick down my back and it tickles in a horribly nice way. “Don’t fret, Kleo,” he says before resting it against my ass cheeks. “I’ve all day, and night, to help you get this right. I’m not letting you fail me, or yourself; you can do this. And you need this, too.”

  Two smart thwacks ricochet in quick succession off my already spanked bottom. I holler after the first sting, but muster nothing more than a snivel after the second. They seemed to lack a vicious edge and I guess they were a warning.

  Setting aside the stick, he closes in on me to begin again. Standing behind me, he trails the slow kisses and adds his hands this time, using them to follow my contours. I sigh. The delightful caresses calm my frayed nerves. I let go of the edge of the table and flatten my cheek to the surface. Time to close my eyes and just relax.

  Once again, he enters and I greedily welcome his return. This time, I breathe slower and meet each of his thrusts with a squeeze. My clitoris is better behaved, as if the tiny organ is aware of her naughtiness. I feel in control, which is a foolish idea because I cling to his every word in the knowledge I’m succumbing to his power with each utterance.

  “Now, let’s see if you can suffer the true nature of my cock.” Before I can question what he means, he leans forward, spans his hands around my waist, and performs a strange grunt.

  Something hot spurts inside my pussy. The warm liquid grows hotter and hotter. I squirm and attempt to twist around. He grasps a handful of my hair and tips my head back.

  “Feel it?” he asks.

  My mouth drops open and I nod. The heat blooms into my bottom and around the metal rod thrusting in and out. His fleshy cock fills me so snugly, it seems like it is swelling.

  It is! I stretch to accommodate something huge. The nectar he has secreted has enlarged his
erection and excited every nerve ending in my drenched pussy and also my adjacent bottom hole, which burns without scorching me and blasts me with an uncontrollable fiery lust.

  “Fuck me, fuck me harder,” I beg.

  He pounds and the energy transmits through me and bounces right back into him. His metal phallus isn’t just acting like a piston, I’m convinced it’s rotating too.

  “Now, you naughty human creature, come strongly,” he demands breathlessly.

  Can I? I’m so far gone down the path of submission, I’ve dropped into a space, a bubble, where words can’t activate thought or action.

  He slaps my bottom and the jar of pain works; I awaken with a jolt. “Please, please,” I plea mindlessly.

  He echoes my begging with slaps on each buttock and thigh, back and forth. In the midst, I come, my orgasm at full throttle as he pumps more cum. It leaks out of me and trickles down my legs.

  The second load neutralizes the fire of the first. My feverish response to his fucking diminishes. Suddenly, I feel ashamed by my wantonness. I submitted, something he would reward, but I did so with such a hunger for it. I’m supposed to be a brat, aren’t I? The absconded human who teased the males of Opar Prime with my smart chat-up lines. However, now I belong to Brax. He’s conquered me.

  He slips out and quickly releases my bindings.

  “Kleo,” he gasps, “you’re amazing! It usually takes many sessions for a female to come like that.”

  Brax bundles my feeble body into his arms.

  “I did good?” I ask.

  He smiles and kisses my forehead. “Impressively so. But,” he adds with a firmer tone, “don’t let it go to your head.”

  “I’ll try not to,” I say sleepily, but it’s too late. All I can thing about is next time and doing even better.

  He carries me out of the room. It’s only when we cross the threshold of the door that I realize he’s taking me out of a different door. The space he brings me to is nothing like the other rooms. The walls aren’t metallic and the floor is lined with soft coverings. There is a sweet smell and the air has a freshness. I’m in his habitat—where he lives.

  “This isn’t your facility,” I exclaim.

  He lowers me onto a plush rest pad that is twice the size of the other one.

  “No, this is where I sleep, eat, and watch you.” He points to the console of monitors on the far wall. “There’s a washroom you may use to freshen up. Take a bath, if you wish. I’ll make you some food.”

  I stare at him in bemusement. This is something shocking to behold—a DEEman offering hospitality. Why me? Before I can ask, he slips out of the room.

  I rise to my feet and tiptoe toward the only window. Outside the world of Helle is a sea of jagged rock, indigo sky, and white steam venting from giant holes. Only in the safety of the metal-clad habitats or the city-sized hubs with their shields can any living creature survive on Helle. There is no escape from this planet.

  Stepping back, I face my reality. Now what? Am I rehabilitated? Crazily, part of me hopes not. I hope I have weeks and weeks to go before he releases me.

  * * *

  He returns after I bathe and leaves a platter of delicious food next to the rest pad. While I eat, he perches nearby. He’s wearing pants and nothing else. I can’t stop staring at his finely tuned muscles. I’ve still no clothes or personal possessions. Attempting to distract myself, I fiddle with a strand of my hair and wait for him to explain why he’s moved me out of his facility.

  He stretches out on the bed. “You should rest.”

  I nod—I probably should, but I’m not tired. My gaze remains latched onto him. I’m in awe of his legs and their scale. There is something about men with long legs... I blink and let go of my hair. “Then?”

  “I’ll fuck you again.”

  A spike of adrenaline hits my belly. So soon? Do I want to do it that often? A giant of a man, an alien alpha with two cocks, just fucked me to state of abandonment. Of course, I want to do it again! I feel proud of my achievement, and happy.

  Brax grins. “I’m not detecting much resistance to the idea.”

  I smooth away the lines of my own smile. I mustn’t appear too keen. He’ll send me back once the terms of the contract are fulfilled and for now, I’m content to stay here. I’m safe, fed, and also, surprisingly curious about Brax. I kneel on the bed and remember to keep my head low.

  “I guess it’s up to you. Sir,” I add.

  He reaches out and grasps my hand. “It is, Kleo.” He squeezes it.

  My insides turn to liquid the moment he touches any part of me. I hover there, knowing what I want but not daring to ask him to do it.

  “I’m not tired,” I say with confidence.

  He narrows his eyes. “You have no idea what I plan to do to you.”

  “I trust you.” I mean it.

  He lets go of my hand and springs to his feet. For a few seconds he paces the floor, then he halts. “Very well. If you think you can take more punishments, more correction, then I shall continue forthwith. On your back,” he growls.

  I quickly comply and spread my legs so he can see my wetness glisten on my thighs and mound.

  He tears at his pants and they drop to the floor. How he manages to keep it erect, I don’t know. I can only assume it is another feature of his engineered body. When he plants his hands on his hips, the other phallus shoots out of its hiding place. I gape with disbelief and succumb to a fresh attack of nerves.

  I snap my legs together and gesticulate at the thing. “It’s different!”

  Instead of the metal rod, his appendage is now a glass phallus with smooth spirals winding around its generous shaft. “Oh, didn’t you realize? I can change it to whatever I like: size, composition, how it moves. It’s detachable. Only the root is melded to me.”

  My lips tremble and I’ve lost my words again.

  He cocks his head to one side, puzzled by my silence. “Kleo, you’re the first female I’ve brought into this room. It means... Have you changed your mind? Do you want to sleep?” he asks quietly.

  I pause to think. This has to be the last moment I get to decide. From now on, I don’t think he’ll let me. He’s in charge, I mustn’t forget and no matter how much I fancy him and his alpha ways, I’m not here to mate with him. Shafargh is my chosen mate. I try not to scowl at the thought of the alien Tyan favors. For however long I have Brax, I have to make us work. Being here, on Helle, might be the last time I get to enjoy sex and that is plenty of motivation to push myself to go to darker places.

  “I’m not tired,” I repeat clearly.

  He snatches hold of my ankles and drags them apart. “So be it.” He pushes my knees up and back, exposing my bottom to his natural cock and my pussy to the glass one.

  I gulp air into my lungs and concentrate on staying relaxed, which is nearly impossible. Slowly, he penetrates my melting pussy and I feel every one of those spirals as I yield. My poor bottom has to stretch so wide I think I might split. But Brax isn’t cruel. He’s nothing like the alien I thought he might be when he accosted me at Borsten’s. He takes his time and seems to savor my tightness—I hear plentiful groans and sighs as he enters my ass.

  Then, he eases back and I brace myself, ready for the slam that comes when two bodies collide. I’m sure the pause is deliberate on his part. I break out into a multitude of tingles from my scalp to toes as if electricity is being transmitted into every part of my body. The icy glass fails to cool the heat pulsating in my belly whereas the friction of his cock, as he drives it forward into my tightest spot, is exquisite, almost painful. Two cocks! And, at the same time!

  At the moment he begins to withdraw again, I gasp and my hands shoot out, mobilized by the need to touch him. I drape my arms around his neck and cling on as he thrusts deeper. I’m so stuffed and stretched by this incredible alpha male I forget that once I believed these limits of mine couldn’t be breached by anyone, human or alien. Brax’s legs force my thighs farther apart and I draw my knees up to accom
modate the girth of his pelvis. With him buried to the hilt in both my holes and his chest looming over my head, he murmurs something and I sense something buzzing in my pussy. The smooth spirals are rotating and then, the whole phallus starts to vibrate.

  “No, no!” I exclaim in astonishment. The thing agitates harder and hits every nerve ending in unison. I’m already on the cusp of coming.

  Brax growls softly in my ear. “Like it?”

  I nod, voiceless, stunned by my own veracity.

  “Hold that thought, because I’m only just getting started with you.” He lifts his body up and down, rhythmically fucking my ass while the glass scintillates my pussy with each of its thrusts.

  I claw at his shoulders and because my legs are shaking so much I have to hook my heels on the backs of his knees to anchor my body to his mobile one. I moan pathetically, in a maelstrom of pain and pleasure. Brax ravishes my ass with his erection, whose dimensions seem to enlarge with each swing of his hips. I can only assume he’s pumped the mysterious cum inside me, because the heat it produces rises into a scorching fire that doesn’t burn but only sends me into a frenzy.

  Pleasured in my pussy. Punished in my ass. I’m driven crazy with lust and ashamed by it at the same time. Is this his mission, the purpose of his contract? According to my limited knowledge, a symborg is supposed to be detached and unemotional when fucking. Except, the expression on his face is ecstatic. The semi-open eyes, the slightly ajar mouth through which he silently draws in his breaths, and the flush of pink in his cheeks altogether create a picture of bliss.

  It has to be my upbringing, the way I see sex as something that I give, rather than receive. I’m doing this to him. Me. A humble human, trained to serve a greater species and I can’t help feeling energized. This demanding alpha enjoys fucking me and I have to feed off this passion in the only way I know how—relinquish all of me to him. It leads me to an epiphany—my submission isn’t a burden. I should embrace it. And I do—I meet his thrusts with an arch of my back and a buck of my hips. My molten pussy opens up as I impale myself onto each erect column with gusto.

  With his skin glowing with the sheen of exertion, he ducks his head and nips the corner of my earlobe. “Enjoying your rehabilitation?” he asks with a wry smile.