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

by Grace Goodwin

  It was hard to make out exactly what was being discussed, but the voices were raised, so Violet could hear snippets and words here and there. “But she’s human!” “This is unheard of!” “I want her.” That last phrase was definitely Zor’s words, and the tone and timbre made Violet’s heart skip a beat. The queen said something about, “too much for her” and the king said something in a low rumbly voice that Violet couldn’t make out.

  Obvious discontent could be heard in Zor’s parents’ voices. Their tone was disapproving, though Violet couldn’t make out any specifics.

  “They hate me,” she whispered to Valria, her heart beating quickly. What kind of union would it be if the prince’s own parents didn’t want her around?

  “But it’s not their choice. As the next in line to rule Tethra, he has as much control over decisions like this as his parents do.” Valria put her arm around Violet and squeezed her close.

  And then the door was opening, and both Violet and Valria stepped back and tried to pretend they hadn’t been listening outside.

  “I need to talk to Violet alone.” The queen stood tall, her kind eyes focused only on Violet.

  Everyone else left the room, and Violet didn’t even dare gaze at Zor as he passed her, much closer than he needed to.

  After the queen had shut the door, she gestured for Violet to sit, and the two of them were silent for a few moments.

  “Violet.” The queen sat up straighter and reached out a hand to stroke Violet’s hair. “You are such a beauty. You are my daughter, regardless of how you became so. You know that, don’t you?”

  Violet nodded.

  “When your parents’ ship crashed on our planet, from the moment we saw you and realized they were dead, you were mine. My baby. I never cared that you were a different species. And now... now I am at a loss. Zor wants you, and I don’t know what to do.”

  “Would it be any different, Zor having me instead of Valria?”

  “Not legally or in terms of the alliance. No. What will be different, though, is... oh, you know about sex, right?”

  Violet felt her cheeks turning bright red. “Yes, as much as I’ve learned from the tutors and books.”

  “Since Ostarans don’t have sex as humans or Tethrans do, Zor, though probably unhappy with that part of the agreement, was fine with the arrangement. Fertilization of Valria’s eggs would have happened scientifically, and though no actual sex would have occurred between Valria and Zor, they would have been able to have children and procreate. With you, though...”

  “How would it be different?” Violet ventured to ask.

  “You and he are sexually compatible. So he will want certain things from you as his wife that he would not have requested—or required—from Valria. And his, well, attitude is one of arrogance and dominance.”

  “Oh.” It was all Violet could utter, because her pussy clenched tight at the thought of Zor dominating her, taking her, having her.

  The queen looked curiously at Violet. “You are intrigued by him?”

  Violet rolled her eyes. “Why are you and Valria so good at reading me?”

  The queen laughed. “It’s just our way. We have skills that you do not have. And you have some we do not have. So I ask you, Violet. Do you want this marriage with Zor? It would satisfy the legal requirements, but I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

  Violet took a deep breath. “I will do it. Valria is my best friend. My sister. And I know how much she does not want to marry Zor.”

  “Yes. She’s made that quite clear.” The queen nodded her head. “But what do you want?”

  “I don’t know. Yes, I’m, well, attracted to Zor. And the truth is, I don’t have those kinds of feelings, at all, for anyone on Ostara. No offense.”

  “None taken. Interspecies relationships are complicated in all sorts of ways, not the least of which is sexual compatibility. But humans and Tethrans... that’s a whole different story.”

  Violet nodded slowly.

  “And I’m not sure how much Valria has told you about the other important aspect of a marriage with Zor. Tethran men are quite dominant over their wives. They believe in corporal punishment when their brides misbehave. This was the most difficult thing for Valria to accept about the union; that she would be spanked and punished in other ways regularly and soundly. Is that something you think you can accept?”

  Violet’s heart thudded. If she did this, she was agreeing to be punished, to be spanked. To be taken by a Tethran warrior and prince. It would not be gentle, she knew. He would not be gentle. She should refuse, dismiss it all as folly, let her sister go ahead with the wedding as planned. But she wanted it. It was crazy and stupid, but she felt herself nodding. “I’ll do it As long as I can see you and Valria and the king!”

  “Regular visits, of course! And we can communicate via computer as well. Are you sure about this?” The queen took Violet’s face in her cool, webbed hands.

  “Yes. I’m sure. Not only for Valria and Ostara, but also because, well, this might be my only chance for someone, you know, compatible.”

  The queen sighed. “We would have sent you back to Earth. And I’m sorry we couldn’t. But as soon as we began readying our ship to travel, such war broke out on your planet that we knew you’d be safer here with us. Even given the fact that there were no other humans here or anywhere near. So, yes, someone from Tethra might be the best choice, but perhaps not Zor. He would be gentle with Valria, because he doesn’t see her as a sexual being. But you? I have seen the way he looks at you.”

  Violet had seen it too. And that’s why her heart beat so quickly at the thought of being with him.

  “I want to do this.” Her words were calm and steady as she spoke.

  The queen nodded. “The king and I, and all of Planet Ostara thank you. And I will miss you very, very much.”

  They stood and the queen pulled her into a tight embrace before letting her go and staring at her with love.

  Chapter Three

  The ceremony was quick and involved lots of signatures and legal speak, none of which Violet paid much attention to. All her focus was on not looking at Zor. She wanted to glance his way. She wanted to see how his eyes smoldered when they met hers. She wanted to feel him devour her mentally. But she didn’t trust herself or her reactions.

  As soon as the formal part was over, the guests were treated to music in the grand hall, while the family and top dignitaries had a small reception in a private lounge on the second floor. Right away, before she had a chance to do anything else, Valria pulled Violet aside.

  “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked. Her scales were deep blue and shimmering again, not pale and gray like they had been at the start of the ceremony.

  “Yes. I’m good with it. I think.”

  “Because I’m worried about you! And I’m going to miss you. And...”

  They were interrupted by Zor, his huge form insinuating itself between them as he faced Violet. “It’s time to go.” No pleasantries. It was, in fact, the first thing Violet thought he’d ever said to her. So much for romance.

  She looked down at the floor before daring to glance up into his handsome but stern face. “Yes, um, Prince Zor.”

  “Sir. You may refer to me as Sir.” It was an old-fashioned term she’d read in human literature.

  “Yes, Sir.” Her cheeks flushed as she was forced to address him like this in front of everyone else. “May I say goodbye to my family?”

  He nodded once, taking one step back.

  “Bye!” She stepped out from around Zor and hugged her sister, then the king and queen who appeared by her side.

  And then, without further ado, Zor picked her up and threw her over his shoulder as he stalked from the room.

  “What? You can’t! Put me down!” shrieked Violet.

  “You’re mine now, and I can do whatever I want.” His voice was calm but firm.

  “Put me down now.” She raked her fingernails across his naked che
st.

  He grasped her wrists with one hand, holding them tight, as he growled, “You’re going to pay for that, human.”

  “It’s Violet. And I’m your wife, not your slave.”

  He said nothing, but made quick time getting to his ship, which was the biggest Violet had ever seen. The crew was already on board, and they took off almost immediately. Violet sat on a plush seat, pouting and shooting Zor angry looks, while he casually did some work on his computer during takeoff. Once they were at a comfortable speed for their trip, which would take a few hours, he stood.

  “Come with me.” He headed to a doorway.

  Violet stood and followed him. He hadn’t indicated where they were going or why, but she felt like she had to follow, especially since he’d made it quite clear earlier that he’d pick her up and carry her somewhere if she didn’t do what he liked.

  The room they entered was smaller and more intimate, with a couch and an emberplace, where bluish-purplish lexstone burned, emitting a warmth that comforted Violet.

  Zor sat on the couch. “Stand in front of me.”

  Did he ever smile? Because all she’d seen since the ceremony had been his mean, strict face. Still, she obeyed and stood directly in front of him.

  “You are to obey me at all times. You are my wife. You must do as I say. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, for the first time unsure why she had wanted this after all.

  “Good. And now I plan to punish you for your disobedience earlier.”

  “Punish me?”

  “Yes. You will learn quickly what happens when you are naughty and don’t do as I request.”

  “Well, if it’s a request, then I don’t actually have to do it, do I?” She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn’t help herself. Something about Zor made her want to act out.

  He growled and pulled her down fast. Before she knew what was happening, she was flat on his lap, one strong hand palming her back so she couldn’t move.

  “What are you doing?” She kicked her legs, trying to gain leverage, but he pinned them down between his own.

  And then he landed a spank on her ass.

  “That hurts! Look, I’m sorry, Zor. I promise I’ll behave!” She tried to twist her body around so she could look at him, but she couldn’t move.

  “It’s Sir.” He spanked her again, then again. All she could do was wriggle a little and cry, because soon her bottom stung so bad that tears began to fall.

  And then he stopped, freeing her legs and removing the pressure from her back.

  “Stand up,” he ordered.

  She did, her legs shaky.

  “Face me.”

  Again, she complied.

  “Take off your dress.”

  Oh, no! She’d thought her punishment was over, but he was merely making her undress for the rest of it. Cheeks burning, she undid the silk tie at her waist, then slowly pulled the blue, shimmery garment open.

  Zor’s eyes went dark at the sight of her naked as the gown slipped off her shoulders and down to the floor. Was he going to take her? Right here? On the ship to his planet?

  The thought made Violet’s stomach swirl. But instead, he patted his lap, indicating that she should go over it once more.

  “Oh, no.” Refusing wouldn’t go over well, but there was no way she could just do it. Just place herself over his legs so he could spank her, and this time on the bare.

  “It will be much, much worse for you if you do not obey immediately.” His face was cold as stone as he stared at her.

  Somehow, Violet forced her legs to move, forced herself to walk toward him. Reluctantly, wishing there was some way to get out of this, she bent over and placed herself over his lap.

  How embarrassing! She shivered as a blush warmed her face.

  “Very nice.” Zor’s huge hand patted her bottom gently. “Punishments will always be easier if you don’t fight them. Remember that, human.”

  She didn’t like being called human, but this definitely wasn’t the time to argue. Especially not when he landed the first spank on her ass, right in the center of her cheeks.

  “Ouch!” she squealed, writhing slightly on his lap.

  As if he didn’t hear her complaint, he began in earnest, spanking first one, then the other cheek, focusing his attention on the most round part of her bottom. Violet flinched at each spank, but not just the stinging that rained down on her backside. The sound it made was humiliating, filling the small room, as were the cries of pain emanating from her. What a strange mix of pain and humiliation!

  “Please, please stop!” Violet didn’t even care that she should be stoic and accept her punishment. It hurt, and she’d do anything to end it.

  Zor paused just long enough to say, “I will stop only when I think you’ve learned your lesson. And it’s going to be much more painful than this before I’m through.”

  With that he continued, harder this time, as though he was really determined to get his message across.

  And the message was being received. Each swat to her bottom stung, and soon tears were streaming from Violet’s eyes. Instead of fighting, though, she finally settled in, accepting the punishment and holding as still as possible. Since trying to stop it didn’t end it any sooner, maybe acquiescing would.

  As she settled into the spanking, she noticed that, beneath her thighs, Zor was hard as a rock. She’d never seen a penis before, except in science books and lessons about human anatomy that her tutors had somehow procured for her. And she knew, at least in theory, what an erection was. But never had she imagined it would be so huge!

  Thinking about Zor’s cock did something strange to her. Despite the fact that her bottom was sore, and that Zor continued to spank her unrelentingly, a tingling had begun between her legs. The longer he spanked her, the stronger the sensation became, until her wriggling was no longer due to the pain but the need to find friction against his lap.

  Oh, if only he would touch her! If only he would take her! She was positive she was ready for it, despite the gigantic size of his cock.

  Abruptly he stopped spanking her. For a few seconds the room was silent, and Violet stopped her writhing and waited, holding her breath, for what would happen next. She hoped his huge fingers would explore her body, slip between her legs, find her wet and ready and willing...

  But instead he somewhat roughly helped her stand. His eyes were blazing as he spoke. “That was your first lesson, human. But I predict, with your attitude and insubordination, that it won’t be the last.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I will try to behave.” She picked up her dress from the floor and began to put it on.

  “Leave it off.”

  “But Sir...” she protested.

  “It won’t stay on long anyway. Follow me.” He strode past her through the doorway, down a hallway and stopped outside another door.

  Violet’s stomach swirled with anticipation of what was to come. Another punishment? She wasn’t sure she could take that! Perhaps this was his bedroom aboard the ship? Her heartbeat picked up as he turned the handle, and what she saw wasn’t at all what she’d expected.

  * * *

  They were inside a medical exam room. A table, where she was certain she’d be in no time at all, was covered in a white sheet. Computer monitors and instruments with which she had no familiarity decorated the walls and desk.

  A Tethran male, almost as tall and thick as Zor, stood from where he’d been seated at the desk and greeted Zor and Violet.

  “Prince Zor.” He bowed slightly toward Zor. “Everything is ready for the human.”

  “Excellent.” Zor pushed Violet lightly into the room.

  She stumbled forward, wishing this wasn’t happening. She looked up into the eyes of the male she assumed was a doctor, hoping for a sign of kindness. But his face, though handsome, gave nothing away. He had the same angled jaw that Zor did, strong and hard as though cut from marble. The doctor’s face was a lighter complexion than her husband’s, and h
is eyes shone an almost mystical blue but were still cold as ice. His lips, which she hoped would show at least the hint of a smile, remained straight and serious.

  Like all Tethran men, he wore no shirt, and he, like Zor, had tattoos of war and victory on his chest, black lines signifying strength. But he had fewer than Zor, and Violet couldn’t help a feeling of pride that her husband was much more celebrated as a fighter than the doctor.

  “You can hang your dress on that hook.” The doctor nodded toward the wall.

  Violet did as instructed.

  “And please get on the exam table now.” His voice was demanding and firm.

  “Yes, Doctor.” Violet hung her head as she made her way, naked in front of the two males, to the table. She climbed up onto it so she was sitting and facing the doctor.

  “I saw her bottom is quite red. It looks like you’ve already had to discipline her.” The doctor’s face showed the first sign of humor since Violet had entered the room.

  “It seems that will be a regular occurrence.” A smile graced Zor’s normally stern face.

  Figures. The only thing that broke their arrogance was talking about spanking her.

  “Lie back, please.” The doctor nodded briefly at her as he wheeled a silver tray with a number of instruments over.

  She did as she was told, aware that refusal wouldn’t go over well right now. She did, however, glance at Zor, who stood next to the exam table. Was he going to stay? Was he going to assist with the exam? It was his right, she supposed. Still, a flush of embarrassment traveled through her, and she looked away quickly.

  The doctor pulled out a foot rest, so Violet was lying on the table flat on her back, legs extended in front of her.

  “We’ll do a full body scan, to check for anything abnormal and to get a look at her organs. But what you were most interested in was her female anatomy, correct?” The doctor glanced at Zor as he approached Violet.

  “Yes,” confirmed Zor, the single word gruff and low.

  “Her sexual compatibility with you as well as ability to breed are important indeed. Well, let’s take a look then.” The doctor stood directly to Violet’s left, looking down at her naked body. “The first thing I’d like to do is test the responsiveness of her nipples. Literature states that, when stimulated or cold, a human female’s nipples become more erect. Let’s see.” He reached into a silver cup on the tray and picked up a single, glistening ice cube. Rivulets of water dripped down his fingers. “I will hold this ice cube to her nipple and we will watch what happens.”