“Baby,” he said, “I want to cum in you. Please,” he gasped. “Please turn over.”
And she complied, because she loved him, and because she wanted him to cum in her more than she wanted her next breath. She spread her legs and he quickly plunged into her, pounding into her pussy. It didn’t take long for either of them, both had become aroused so quickly.
“I’m gonna cum,” she moaned. “Now, baby, now!” And her orgasm slammed into her like a high tide, exploding into every color of the rainbow. Ren had read her body and followed with his own orgasm, the force of which nearly sent Morgan across the bed.
“Hold on, baby!” he gasped. Keeping his hands anchored around her body, keeping a firm grip on her as their hips continued to bounced and lurched in tandem.
Afterward, Ren couldn’t take his eyes off the pregnancy test, nor off of his wife to be. He placed his hand on her stomach.
“I can feel her inside of you,” he said. “I can see her. Not now, but as she will be when she’s grown. She will be a warrior. She will be a mother, to many, many future women.”
Morgan smiled and ran her fingers through Ren’s hair, still damp with sweat from their lovemaking.
“She will be,” Morgan said. “And—”
Suddenly, an alarm sounded and the lights flickered. Ren jumped out of bed and grabbed his clothes.
“What’s going on?” Morgan asked, scared, reaching for the sheet to wrap around herself.
“That’s an attack siren,” Ren said. “Something has happened. Pray it’s not Lorchi. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Call Leif if you need anything.” And he ran out of their room.
Morgan sat on the bed, half exhausted, half terrified, as the alarm continued to sound. She stood and walked slowly to the window. She looked out over the city, and she could see every light in the entire city was on, flickering as the one in her bedroom were. Each time the siren sounded, the lights would flicker on and off.
She looked down to the Palace entrance; the doors to the gate were open and people were flooding in and out. She didn’t know who the people were—surely not citizens, she thought. They were likely soldiers, though they were all dressed like civilians. It was then that Morgan realized that, without Ren by her side, she knew absolutely nothing about the planet of Mador and its inhabitants. Who was she, and what was she doing there? Having an alien’s baby, and, not just any alien, but the head alien, the leader of the entire planet? And, what if something happened to Ren? Morgan knew that, especially after everything that had happened, he would be the first to jump into the fight. She knew he would wear his pride into battle.
If Ren was injured, or killed, she would be on her own; with their baby. On a planet where women were not known to survive.
She wrapped the sheet tighter around herself, fear making her shiver, and wondered if she should call Leif. Then she realized she hadn’t taken her second pregnancy test, which was, by now, a superstitious habit she needed to complete. She always confirmed failing the test; this time, she wanted to make sure she confirmed passing it. She walked into the bathroom and completed the second test. On Earth, women took pregnancy tests by urinating on a plastic stick; here on Mador, the test consisted of a needle prick into the tip of a woman’s index finger. It was a hard test, and Morgan’s finger tips were swollen and painful, but she did it. Her left finger this time, instead of her right. She thought she was being funny. Thought she’d be able to tell Ren, when he returned, “You’ll be thrilled to know that both of my fingers are pregnant!” They would laugh.
But, when Morgan pricked her finger this time paced her blood onto the test, nothing happened.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. She immediately grabbed another test from the cabinet—Ren had ordered hundreds delivered to their home the day Morgan had arrived—and pricked her right finger. The blood dropped… and, nothing.
“No…” she whispered, sinking to the floor.
She took three more tests. All failed. The first had been a fluke. When Ren came home, if he came home, she would have to tell him the truth.
She spent the next twelve hours trying to find the words. She had the tests all laid out in front of her, one by one in a line of failures. The positive test she’d set at the very top of the pile. Leif had called to update her; Ren was in negotiations with the leader of Lorchi, and he was safe, so far. Did she want him to come over and keep her company?
“No, Leif, thank you; I’m okay here. Please, call me anytime there’s an update. Are you in touch with Ren directly?”
“No,” Leif said, his voice touched with sadness. “I’m getting my information from the Prime Minister of War and Survival. He is in touch with Ren whenever it’s safe.”
“Tell the Prime Minister of War and Survival to tell Ren that I love him more than I love anything else,” Morgan said. “Say, Baby. Baby, I love you more than I love anything else.”
“I will make sure he gets the message,” Leif said gently. “And contact me if you change your mind about being alone.”
Morgan disconnected and thought about how much more alone she was than she’d ever imagined. She threw all of the tests in the trash and crawled into bed, the communications device in her hand, waiting to hear about Ren’s success, waiting to feel his arms around her.
She knew she’d fallen asleep, but she didn’t know for how long. She opened her eyes and Ren stood before her, smiling. He knelt beside her as she lay in bed.
“Am I dreaming?” she asked, her eyes only partially open, her voice thick with sleep.
“No, my love.”
“Did you win?” she asked. Ren burst out laughing.
“Yes, my love, I won. We won.” He stood and crawled into bed beside Morgan. His skin was frozen to the touch and shocked her, yet she still stayed partially asleep and only curled toward him, toward his heartbeat. “It was our baby, this little angel, that gave me the courage to fight.”
Morgan woke completely at this, and the sadness that rolled through her was physically painful. She would need to tell him; she knew that. But, she did not need to tell him tonight.
“You’re my hero,” she said, and she snuggled into his chest as she felt his breath slow and regulate, his body moving toward sleep. She followed closely behind.
The next morning, she awoke and, for a moment, considered that all of the pregnancy test failing might have been a dream. A nightmare, more like. But, then Ren had emerged from the bedroom and she knew that, if he was really standing there, that the pregnancy test failures were true as well, and that there were only two of them in the room just then, not three.
“Honey,” she began.
“Good morning, Mother,” he said, walking to her and kissing her forehead. She closed her eyes, savoring his touch.
“I love you more than anything on this planet or any other but… I’m not pregnant.” She said sadly.
His eyes clouded over. “No,” he said. “You’re wrong. The test.”
“The test was wrong,” she said flatly. “I took another, and another, and another. I took so many tests.” She held out her hands, exposing her red, swollen fingertips. “The first test was wrong. We are not pregnant.”
He regarded her. She could feel his eyes on her, though she stared at the floor, unable to meet his gaze. He finally sighed and reached forward, gently gripping her chin with his thumb and index finger. He pulled her chin upward, slowly, until she had no choice but to meet his gaze.
“Then we shall try again,” he said. “Tonight. And tomorrow. And the day after that. And every day until we have our baby girl.”
“You defeated another planet because you thought I was pregnant,” Morgan moaned, tears filling her eyes.
“And I was right,” he said. “I was just early.”
She smiled at that, in spite of herself, and shook her chin out of Ren’s hand. “It might take longer than you think.”
“Then we better get started,” he said. He stood up and held his hand out to her.
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A year later, Morgan stood on the platform with Ren by her side, their three-month-old baby girl in her arms. There was a strong wind coming from the East, and Ren had his arms around Morgan to protect her and Prosperity, their daughter.
“When will they be arriving?” Morgan asked, shielding her eyes from the sun.
“Any moment now,” Ren said.
Morgan smiled and leaned into Ren. She thought about the darkest moment of their lives, when Ren had come back from battle only to find that Morgan’s pregnancy test had been a false positive. She looked at Prosperity, their miracle, and smiled, remembering the days and weeks, thinking she’d failed the test. When her breasts had swollen and become too tender to touch, even with the lightest of fabrics. When she was late, later, so late. When her belly had begun to grow. When, finally, she believed so strongly that she was pregnant that she’d gone to the Palace doctor.
“This is not a hysterical pregnancy!” she had proclaimed.
The doctor had examined her carefully. “You’re correct, Madame,” the doctor had said. “You are with child.”
The failed tests, all of them, had been wrong.
And now, Prosperity lay against Morgan’s swelling belly; a second baby on its way in another eight months.
“There,” Ren said, pointing. “Here they come! Look!” His voice raised as he pointed, not talking only to Morgan anymore, but talking to the people of Mador. The ship carrying the fifty soldiers Ren had sent to Earth was coming back. The success of their mission was not yet known.
The doors opened, and Morgan had to remind herself to breathe. Not only was she waiting, along with the others, to see how many women accompanied the fifty men; this was the first time she’d be seeing another Earthling in such a long time. She never thought she would see anyone quite like herself ever again.
The men walked out, some with one woman on their arm, others with a woman on each arm. They seemed to be walking out in a specified order, with the number of women growing as the men exited. The people of Mador cheered as each man exited the craft with his chosen women. One man walked out with six women, and the crowd went absolutely wild. Morgan applauded and whistled, being mindful of Prosperity’s delicate ears below her.
Ren, above her, was shaking with emotion. “Do you see that, Baby?” he asked, his voice thick with the joy that was slowly beginning to leak from his eyes. “Do you see that?”
“I see it, my love,” Morgan said. “I see our future.”
The last of the men exited the craft, and the doors closed once again. The women looked, like Morgan had, excited and happy. They looked like they were in love. Ren watched Morgan watching them, and she felt him swell with pride.
Ren’s plan had succeeded better than he could have ever imagined. Morgan knew that, because of this, his abilities would never be called into question again. Never discussed, never worried about. The fact that they had produced one female child already and had another on the way defied the odds on Mador and further solidified Ren’s idea that Earthling women would have a better chance of repopulating Mador than Madorian women.
“Governor! Governor! Governor!” the people chanted. They wanted him to speak. Morgan turned to him and stepped back, raising Prosperity’s hands in time with the chanting.
“Speak to your daughter, Ren,” she said.
And Ren opened his mouth, his voice strong and sure.
“Citizens of Mador,” he said. “Today, I, alongside my wife and child, welcome you to a new age…”
Conquered by the Alien Warrior
By: Amy Collins
Conquered by the Alien Warrior
© Amy Collins, 2016 – All rights reserved
Published by Steamy Reads4U
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Chapter 1
Becca didn't need much, just a pair of jeans and a tight shirt. She didn't like the way the jeans kept riding up her hips, though, and her shirt emphasized what the students at her old high school used to call man boobs. They were too small, and coupled with her bright red hair, she felt like an alien born in a human body.
She could make it work, or at least she could pretend. She walked past people with her head held high and her eyes straight forward. Her confidence wasn't real, but sometimes she fooled people enough. She tried it when she grabbed her purse and headed out the door.
Her and Mike were giving it another go. They met just after they graduated, and had been trying to build their relationship for 4 years. She put her heart and soul into that boy, her dark lover, and he loved her back. They both knew from the moment they met that they were meant to be together. He was the brooding rebel, who could never conform, and she was the geeky girl who had to feel accepted and loved. It worked until it didn't and then it worked again and again.
She could feel the edges of her life fraying, and the pattern beginning to fall apart. It was her own personal apocalypse, and if she didn't hold onto him, she didn't know what she was going to do. She got in her little Toyota and made the short trip down Beach Boulevard. They had a spot near the cliffs where they first made love. It was a special place and he promised to meet her there.
They needed that time alone to sit and be silent together. He said he'd bring sandwiches and a bottle of wine. They'd sit on the rocks and watch the water. They didn't have to say anything. They could just be together. That was their time, and she missed it. They used to get out there every single night, and now it seemed like they never even saw each other anymore.
She thought of the way he would take her hand and help her up the rocks then she'd fall over on top of him every single time. He'd stroke her hair and kiss her. She needed that. She wanted to feel loved, and she needed to love somebody else. She saw so much in Mike, and she wanted to bring that out in him. If he only gave her time, she could help him be the man he was inside. She had to make that happen. Becca couldn't imagine living in a world where he failed. She knew she'd get ahead either way, but she needed to bring him along with her, not just because she wanted to help him, but also because she knew what would happen if she didn't.
He was just as delicate as she was. Every single time someone said something mean, or they blew him off, he felt it so strongly. He only really reacted to anger, but that was because he was making up for his sensitivity. His complex led him to destroy things, his car, his sobriety, even his future. He needed her, so she held on, not for her benefit, but for his.
She since learned to make her way up the rocks to the cliff above, and as she climbed, putting her feet in all the right places, she thought about what their future would be like. He would give up the party life and get into school. She would get her degree in marine biology and work with dolphins. They'd have a little house on the beach, and spend their nights looking out at the ocean just like they used to.
She sprawled out on the flat surface at the top and looked up at the clouds. She loved the way they got dark just before fall. This was her favorite time of year, what she called betwixt, beca
use it wasn't cold yet, but it wasn't hot. The air was palatable instead of muggy, and the wind would blow softly, caressing her skin.
She heard the sound of pebbles falling down the rocks and waited for him to emerge at the top. She didn't want to look. She wanted to see him smiling down at her when he got there. She couldn't wait. She'd been anticipating this meeting all month.
“Here, I'll help you,” she heard him say. She looked over and saw a young blond, barely 18 giggling and climbing the rock with him. She was holding his hand.
Becca's world was shattered to pieces. She picked up a rock the size of her head and threw it down, knocking the girl to the ground. “What the heck! You're early!”
“I'll kill you!” Becca picked up another rock, just as big, and threw it at Mike's head. He tried to dodge it, but it caught him in the shoulder and he fell down onto the sand face first with a pool of blood coming out of his shoulder. Becca ran down to the ground. All that time, he was using her, taking little bits of money and spending time with her on token dates because he knew she'd give it up, and she was at home worried about what he was doing and why he wasn't answering her calls. He was helping her up to their spot an hour before she was supposed to be there. He fit her in after his hookup. She nearly blacked out when she hit the sand and started wailing on him, kicking him, screaming, throwing rocks. When she finally collapsed to the ground, he could barely move and blood was staining the sand a dark burgundy. He was breathing, and he'd live, but she wouldn't.
Chapter 2
On their six-month anniversary, Mike built a bonfire on the beach out of driftwood and got a keg for them to share. He told her about the beach house they'd have, right off the cliffs, where they watch the ocean. She remembered how his black hair would blow behind his head. He was a strange, creative soul, with a love of freedom, but he wanted to settle down. She knew that he did. Just before he passed out on the sand, he gave her a piece of coral and told her that one day he'd give her a ring.
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