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

by Grace Goodwin

  After supper with Zor and his parents, who regarded her coldly, Violet was shown to her bedroom, where a group of three Tethran maids showed up to help her get ready for bed and her first night with Zor.

  They were beautiful, taller by at least a foot than Violet—Tethran men and women were bigger than humans—and wispy, with long hair that seemed to move almost on its own, as if each strand was an independent creature, undulating and writhing gently. Their eyes were big, deep, and almost haunted, not unlike Zor’s. Filmy dresses in pastel colors clung to their bodies, and they looked at Violet like she was a curiosity.

  “Your hair,” said one, brushing it over and over. “It’s so soft. Like silk.”

  Another removed Violet’s dress and began to massage her with a floral lotion. The third gave her sips of water and small snacks, sweet tidbits that Violet had never had but loved immediately. She was used to the nutritionally perfect food on Ostara, prepared for sustenance, not pleasure.

  “Are you ready for tonight?” asked one of the women, and they all tittered, covering their mouths with their long hands.

  “I think so.” Violet looked at them questioningly. “Is there anything you need to tell me?”

  “Tethran men are very... hungry.” One of the women opened her eyes wide as she gazed at Violet, asking with her eyes if Violet understood what she was saying.

  “You mean... in bed?”

  “In bed. On the floor. Outside. Everywhere!” she responded, and the three women broke down in peals of laughter once more.

  “And they are very well endowed.” Another of the women spoke now. “We have heard rumors about Zor, that he is bigger and thicker than any other Tethran man. But we haven’t had the pleasure of finding out personally.”

  “Do many women, um, find out personally about Zor?” ventured Violet.

  The maids shrugged. “He has women brought to him. Here on Tethra there are special services. Clean, skilled women are available to powerful men who haven’t yet taken wives. Once wed, Tethran men are loyal. And you should know that Zor, though gruff, treats everyone very well. All who work for him never go without.”

  “But I won’t be working for him.” Violet wondered if he treated his workers better than he’d treat his own wife.

  “Which means that he will probably treat you even better. You are his wife. And the princess.”

  But Violet wasn’t positive that he would be nice to her. So far he’d seemed only gruff, and he hadn’t taken long to let her know what he expected. And what the consequences would be if she didn’t obey.

  As if answering her thoughts, one of the maids said, “He expects obedience from everyone, but is generous in return. You are lucky to be marrying Zor. We were expecting him to bring back the Ostaran princess, Valria. Not a human. But this is a fun surprise! We’ve never met a human before!”

  “Of course,” interrupted another of the maids, “not everyone is happy to see a human instead of an Ostaran.”

  “What do you mean?” Violet turned to her. The other two maids looked disapprovingly at the one who’d spoken.

  The maid sighed. “It’s no secret that the prince’s parents are not pleased. Though nobody knows why for sure, it’s believed that if Zor had an Ostaran wife, she would be here merely for the purposes of an alliance and nothing more. Because Ostarans and Tethrans aren’t compatible sexually, and therefore would be limited in their emotional connection, there was no fear of a wife rising to any significant power. But a human is a different story completely. It’s believed that the prince’s parents are scared that you will become either a distraction or a power yourself. And that worries them.”

  “Now, now!” Another of the maids tsked her quiet. “This is all hearsay. And nonsense. Don’t listen to any of this.”

  “But I am here on behalf of Ostara. I am to do Prince Zor’s bidding, and nothing else. I would never be a threat to anyone.”

  “We won’t talk of this anymore.” One of the maids frowned at the rest of them, and they all grew silent.

  The women continued prettying Violet up, putting blush on her cheeks and brushing her hair until it gleamed. Then they helped her into a gauzy white gown and left her alone in her room, where Zor was to appear any minute.

  Violet’s room was large, much larger even than the room she’d shared with Valria back on Ostara. There was a closet that, Violet discovered while she was waiting for Zor, was filled with gowns in her size in all the colors of Ostara’s rings.

  A cabinet near the closet was well supplied with lotions and perfumes in so many scents that Violet became dizzy from smelling them all.

  The bed itself was huge; it could fit Violet six times over, and she felt tiny when she sat in the middle of it, luxuriating in the softness of the satiny sheets.

  It was while she was sitting there that a rough knock sounded on the door before it was opened and Zor stood in the doorway.

  He looked even larger than usual, Violet thought, as a shiver ran down her spine. For a second he said nothing, just gazed over at Violet with desire discernible even from across the room. His long thick black hair was tied at the back of his neck with a leather cord, leaving his face visible, all masculine planes and strong lines. Dark eyes blazed at her across the distance, his mouth just slightly open. His upper lip lifted in a snarl. He was hungry.

  “My human.” He took one step toward her, his muscles rippled. As usual, he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

  Violet stared at the tattoos, aware that, for the first time ever, touching each line, running her fingertip over it, would be more than a mere fantasy. Tonight she’d have a chance.

  But fear mingled in with her excitement. He would be rough. And large. And she was completely inexperienced.

  Zor approached the bed, and it was all Violet could do not to shrink back away from him. With all her might, she held strong, meeting his gaze.

  “Zor. Sir.” She summoned a smile to her nervous face.

  He stood next to the bed, heat emanating from his body. “Tonight, human, I will take you. Make you mine.”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Get off the bed and stand in front of me.”

  Without a word, Violet slid across the silken sheets and stood, only slightly shaky, on the floor. All she had on was the gauzy nightgown, and she could feel her nipples, hard as marbles underneath the fabric.

  Zor’s gaze shifted to her chest, and she knew he’d seen the effect of the cool air on her body as well.

  He reached out a finger, tracing the fabric along Violet’s shoulder. His touch was unbelievably gentle as he lowered his hand, two fingers squeezing a nipple between them, just hard enough to elicit a cry from Violet.

  At the sound he lifted one side of his mouth in a grin. He fingered the silky tie that held the garment closed, delicately, like he was touching a fragile dove.

  And then, without warning, he gripped the fabric, ripping it off in one quick movement. Before him, Violet stood naked.

  “You’re mine. Every single inch of you belongs to me.” Zor’s words were a growl. He swept her up like she weighed nothing, depositing her on the bed and crouching over her, his body caging her in. “I will try to be gentle with you tonight. But I do not promise there will be no pain at all.”

  Violet shivered at his words, both in anticipation and desire. It wasn’t that she wanted pain. But she couldn’t deny that even the spanking he’d given her on his ship had made her slick between the legs. She had no doubt he was experienced in all ways, including in the bedroom. To know she was about to be taken by the powerful warrior Prince Zor left her trembling.

  Zor sat back on his heels. “Watch me, human. I want you to see what I have for you.”

  Violet propped herself up on her arms, her heart hammering as Zor began to untie the closure of his pants. His hands made quick work of it, and within a few seconds he pushed the fabric down to free a cock so giant Violet almost stopped breathing.

  She’d seen photos on the computers back ho
me on Ostara. Naked human forms. The males both aroused and not. But even those ready to perform were nowhere the size of Zor. She estimated his girth to be that of her wrist, and his length... she could circle him with both her hands, one after the other, and be nowhere near holding the entire thing.

  It strained upward, and she could tell even without touching that it would be rock hard. A small drop of liquid glistened at the tip.

  He nodded his chin down at it. “Touch it.”

  “Yes.” She murmured her response as she crawled across the bed to Zor, his huge cock bobbing in front of her face. She knew he’d meant for her to touch it with her hands, but she also knew from reading some of the inappropriate human books on the computers back home that men liked women’s tongues as much. Maybe even more than their fingers.

  Not that Zor was a human. But in many ways his biology and anatomy were similar.

  She looked up to his eyes for assurance that she could proceed, and he nodded once at her, heat in his gaze.

  His smell was pure musk mixed with the scent of luxurious soaps. He’d freshened up for her! The thought made her oddly excited. Slowly she inched forward until she was right in front of his cock. And then, curiously, she reached out her tongue and ran just the tip of it over his flesh.

  A low growl emanated from Zor, and she did it again, this time a little longer and harder. His skin was velvety, stretched over his hard shaft.

  She got a little closer, this time using one hand to grip his cock while she teased the tip of it with her tongue, tasting the liquid that had appeared there. A strange mix of saltiness and sweetness, like the taffy the king and queen had given her as a gift, a candy fashioned just for her based on Earth history. If only there were more of it, she thought.

  “It tastes so good.” She stopped to look up at Zor.

  “I was told you like certain types of Earth candy. I’m having my chefs prepare some for you.”

  “But why do you taste like that?”

  “My seed tastes of what I most recently ate. I ate candy, and now that’s what you will taste.”

  “Why didn’t you share the candy with me?” she pouted.

  “Because then you wouldn’t be as eager for the flavor now.” He placed a giant hand on the back of Violet’s head and pushed down, his cock thrusting far back into her throat so she gagged.

  But she managed to breathe in through her nose and widen her throat, and as she got used to the sensation and he pulled back and thrust again, she was ready.

  As quickly as he’d began, he stopped, drawing his throbbing cock out of her mouth and pushing her down onto the bed, his hands on her shoulders.

  “Now I want to taste you. Do not orgasm, human. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “But why not?”

  “Because I told you not to.”

  “What if I can’t help it?”

  “Then you will be punished.” With that he traveled down her body, nestling his face between her legs.

  His fingers explored, touching her slick folds, then finding her clit. He tapped it lightly and, just as in the doctor’s exam room, she felt desire and the thirst for more flood her. When he replaced his finger with his tongue, Violet’s head fell back on the bed.

  Thought was impossible. She could only feel, as his tongue teased her clit in delicious circles, over and over again.

  Zor slid a thick finger just inside the entrance to her pussy, and Violet clenched and moaned, her body writhing without her permissions on the silken sheets.

  He was relentless, touching, tasting, using his fingers and his tongue until Violet knew she was on the verge. She was going to come. Unless he stopped, there was no holding back.

  “Please,” she managed, “please stop, Sir.”

  “You don’t like it?” His voice was filled with teasing. He knew exactly what he was doing to her and that she would climax if he continued.

  “I do like it. Too much. I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

  “You’ll be sorry if you do.” And then he began to pleasure her again, his tongue flitting over her clit while his finger moved deeper and deeper inside her.

  She grasped the sheet in her fists, trying with all her might to hold back. She bit her lip, steadying her breathing and keeping her body as still as possible. When Zor’s teeth grasped her clit, though, tugging gently, she cried out. The mix of pain and pleasure made her delirious.

  Self-control slipped away as her entire body convulsed, muscles contracting. Her pussy clenched as she screamed, the orgasm taking her over completely. Toes curling, back arching, eyes shut, she let the waves overtake her, consequences be damned.

  Zor waited until she was done, and then, in one swift movement, he pulled her up and over his lap. Underneath her, his huge hard cock pressed into her thighs. And, as aftershocks of her orgasm still tore through her, he began the spanking.

  His hand landed, over and over again, on her bare ass. Still in the throes of passion, it was hard to adjust to sudden pain. And though it hurt, the pain was mixed with the pleasure she’d just felt.

  “I told you not to come.” He punctuated each word with a hard spank on her bottom.

  “I’m so sorry! I couldn’t help it. You were so good.” Perhaps complimenting him would help her cause.

  “Now I’m going to spank your naughty pussy. Open your legs wide for me, human.”

  “No! Please, not there!”

  “Violet.” He spoke her name firmly, as a command to which she could not object.

  Slowly, her face blushing hard, she spread her legs.

  “Keep them open,” demanded Zor.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I control you. And that includes all of you. If I tell you not to come, I expect you to obey. Now I will teach your naughty pussy a lesson.” He began to spank her between the legs, right on her wet, wet pussy and her still-throbbing clit.

  It hurt, and Violet wriggled in distress, somehow managing to keep her legs apart. But at the same time it turned her on, so that by the time he finished she was on the verge of orgasm once more. How angry would that make him, if she came during an actual punishment? And one she was receiving for coming in the first place?

  But he seemed more turned on as well. If possible, his cock was even thicker and harder than before, and he pushed her down on her back once more, hovering over her.

  “I’m going to fuck you now.” Without waiting for a response he was on top of her, spreading her legs with one hand while the other held his gigantic cock at her entrance. “I will go slow at first, because otherwise you won’t be able to take it.”

  “Thank you.”

  She felt the head of his cock pushing inside her pussy. Just an inch, maybe, spreading her wider than she thought possible. And he was barely in yet!

  “Relax.” His voice was uncharacteristically gentle. “Take a deep breath.”

  She did, and as she exhaled, he pushed in more.

  “Oh. Ow!” Panic swirled in her stomach momentarily at the pain, but her fear was tempered with the pleasure she also felt. This new fullness was strange, but it was erotic too, making her want to pull him in farther rather than push him away.

  “I know it hurts, and there is no way around that. You are doing quite well, though.”

  “Thank you. I want to please you...”

  “I am quite pleased. And I think you already know that if I’m not, I won’t hesitate to punish you promptly.” He growled his words as he thrust deeper still.

  Violet moaned, delirious with desire and the hints of pain, as his huge cock stretched her even more.

  “Just a little more, Violet.” And then he pushed hard, so he was seated all the way inside her.

  “Ohhh,” she groaned, writhing weakly, the feeling of fullness almost too much to bear. But as he held still inside her, she began to get used to the sensation, and after a few moments she began wriggling, not to escape but because she wanted more.

  “I knew you’d come around.” Z
or grinned down at her, a wicked smile, before pulling out halfway and thrusting in hard again.

  “Oh. Yes.”

  “I’m going to fuck you now, human, do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. Yes, please fuck me.”

  He drew out and pounded back inside, once, twice, then over and over. Violet clung to his rock-hard shoulders, holding on tight as he moved in and out of her.

  “I need to come.” She whispered the words, afraid he’d refuse and she’d be punished once more.

  “You may.” He thrust harder now, close to coming himself.

  When he came he roared, grasping her hips against him hard, his hot seed flowing inside her. He pulled out and thrust in again, holding it, his eyes shut and a look of pure bliss on his face.

  Violet came too, her pussy clenching around Zor’s gigantic cock as her muscles contracted and loosened.

  After a few minutes they both grew limp and their breathing began to calm. Violet wanted to stay awake. She barely knew this creature next to her. He was legally her husband, yet he was almost a complete mystery.

  His hand gently massaged her scalp, then ran through her hair and over her shoulder, like she was something delicate and valuable. Violet wanted the feeling of being cherished to last, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open, and before she even knew it, she was fast asleep.

  * * *

  The sounds of people flitting around the room woke Violet, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the same three women who’d helped her get ready for Zor the previous night. One of them was pulling a dress out of the closet while another was looking through the lotions and perfumes.

  She’d fallen asleep next to Zor, but now there was no sign of him at all, not even after the way he’d touched her, so gently, after they’d made love.

  “Good morning!” One of the maids had noticed Violet was awake and hurried over, concern in her pretty pale face. “How are you this morning, Princess?”

  “I’m fine.” Or she thought she was, at least. Violet shifted a little, realizing at that moment that she was, in fact, sore. Both her bottom where she’d been spanked and the tender area between her legs were sore. And, she noticed, so was the inside of her bottom. She wished she could hide the embarrassment that flushed her face.