Stryker's Desire (Dragons Of Sin City Book 1)

by Meg Ripley

  Jessica looked at Banek for a long time. Had she wanted to have sex with him? She couldn’t deny that in spite of the strangeness of his costume and hair and skin, she had found him attractive. She couldn’t deny either that she had assumed that Banek would make a move on her when they came back to her apartment. She had been so drunk; she wasn’t sure what her intentions were towards him.

  “I kind of want to have sex with you more now than I did last night,” she admitted. Her lips twitched as she felt an embarrassed smile forming against her will. “I mean, how many people will get to say that they had sex with an alien?” Jessica frowned. “You—that was part of the plan, right? You weren’t like, going to ask me to have sex with a human guy in front of you or something.”

  Banek shrugged. “Many of my other colleagues have had sex with human women—and it seems to me to be best to have first-hand experience.” He smiled slightly. “So, I’m more attractive as an alien than as a romantic human man?”

  “I don’t know whether it’s because you were actually pretty charming, or the thrill of it or what… but I have to admit, I’m kind of intrigued.” Jessica felt her heart beating faster at the prospect, curiosity filling her mind. What was Banek like underneath his clothes? She wondered if the sizable bulge she caught sight of in quick glances was indicative of what he really had anatomically—or if the tightness of his pants made it seem larger than it really was. Through her mind flitted a dozen random possibilities, ranging from moderate to absurd; he’d said some of his colleagues had sex with human women—so it must not be too different, right?

  “You seem both excited and afraid,” Banek observed, watching her intently.

  Jessica smiled wryly. “Well, look at it from my perspective; I’ve only just figured out you’re an alien as of last night. It’s a little…daunting.”

  Banek stood in a quick, smooth movement that Jessica couldn’t help but admire. “Do you think you’d feel better if you knew what I looked like everywhere?”

  Jessica opened her mouth slightly to start to reply and realized that her throat had gone dry; her words were slow to come. She swallowed and nodded. “I think—I think that might help.” He’s probably seen plenty of naked women. How many naked alien men have I seen? None. It’s only fair for him to strip first.

  Banek began to unbutton his shirt slowly, his lips twitching in amusement. Jessica watched, unable to tear her eyes away, as a smooth expanse of purple-gray skin was revealed inch by inch. Banek didn’t seem to have body hair at all—and in fact, now that she thought about it, he didn’t even have eyebrows, or even the suggestion of stubble on his cheeks or chin. Banek tossed his shirt onto the floor and brought his hands to the front of his pants, and Jessica’s breath caught in her throat. Her heart beat faster and faster as he unbuttoned and unzipped the fly of his tight pants before tugging the fabric down over his hips.

  Jessica’s eyes widened; apparently—though she wasn’t sure how Banek had made the choice—the alien male had decided that briefs were the appropriate underwear. As he stepped out of the pants, Jessica’s eyes took in the enormous bulge straining at the thin fabric of his underwear. So, it’s not just the tight pants that make him look huge. Good to know. Her heart beat faster and faster in her chest and Jessica’s desire was tinged with instinctive apprehension. Banek hooked his fingers in the elastic waist of his briefs, and in one quick movement, he had them off. Jessica’s mouth fell open at the sight of what she had to assume were his genitals—though she realized at the same time that she could be totally wrong. Banek’s cock stood proudly erect and improbably large—comically large. Ridged, with what looked like almost bumps along the shaft, it was strange and familiar at the same time, and for a long moment all Jessica could do was stare.

  “Uh,” she said finally. “You’re certain that you can fit that inside of me?”

  “Well, according to my colleagues,” he said, moving a little closer to her, “with the proper preparations, not only does it fit—but it feels very good.” Banek paused and smiled slowly. “Would you like to touch me?”

  Jessica licked her lips; in spite of her initial apprehension—almost fear—she had to admit that she was more than a little curious; she could feel herself already warming up, her fluids starting to flow. “Okay, yeah,” she said, nodding.

  Somehow, she couldn’t take her gaze off Banek’s cock. A dozen questions flitted through her mind, concerning just how Banek’s race reproduced, what the women looked like, and how the mechanics played out. Banek stepped closer until he was inches away from her, and Jessica brought her hands up, reaching out to wrap them around his member. She touched him tentatively at first, stroking up and down, feeling the ridges bumping along the palms of her hands as they moved. Her body heated up as she thought almost involuntarily about how it would feel inside of her, moving deeper and deeper. Jessica began to stroke Banek more quickly, losing her shyness as she became more and more turned on.

  Banek made a sound like a moan, his body moving, hips thrusting forward, pushing his cock into her touches. After a few moments, Jessica was shocked as Banek abruptly stepped back, shuddering slightly. She looked up in disappointment and concern, and saw the intent lust in his eyes. “That—that is sufficient, I think,” Banek said, smiling slightly. “Now I want to see you.”

  Jessica had forgotten completely that she was still fully dressed. She laughed, shaking her head—not to tell Banek no, but in amusement at her own distraction.

  Jessica stood up unsteadily, her body humming with desire. Banek sank down onto her couch and Jessica stepped back, feeling oddly self-conscious as she tugged her tee shirt up along her waist slowly, peeling it past her ribs. She turned her back to Banek as she pulled the fabric over her head, casting it aside, revealing her bra underneath. Jessica reached around to her back, unhooking her bra and letting it loosen against her skin. She turned around once more to face Banek, sliding the straps down over her arms, and let the garment fall to her feet. Banek was watching her intently—his expression a mixture of scientific curiosity and outright lust—and Jessica felt herself blushing again. She found the zipper on her skirt by touch, unable to tear her gaze away from Banek, and tugged it down.

  Jessica watched Banek watching her as she slithered out of her skirt, standing before him briefly in nothing more than her panties. Her heart was racing, and in spite of her nervousness she could feel her pussy becoming wetter and wetter, her body heating up. She took a deep breath to calm her apprehension and hooked her fingers in the delicate fabric, tugging it down carefully over her hips. She let the lace fall down from her knees and stepped out of it, trembling slightly as Banek drank in the sight of her fully exposed body. “You look beautiful, Jessica,” Banek said, his voice almost breathless with what Jessica thought was almost certainly desire. “May I touch you?”

  “Yes,” Jessica said, lust fogging her mind; she wanted nothing more than to feel Banek’s hands all over her, to feel him inside of her. Apprehension at the size of his cock, at the fact that he was not even the same species, evaporated in the rising need she felt. She stepped closer to Banek, and he reached out, his hands finding her hips as he continued to stare at her breasts, the flat plane of her abdomen, down between her legs. He caressed her all over slowly, bringing his hands up to cup her small, perky breasts, tickling along her ribs to glide down between her legs. His fingertips brushed along her slick folds, sending a jolt through Jessica’s body that made her shiver.

  Banek’s fingers worked down between her labia, stroking and rubbing lightly. “I know there’s a place,” Banek murmured softly, almost to himself; he added a remark in a strange language that Jessica couldn’t even have begun to understand as his fingers slipped and slid. He found her clit by touch and Jessica moaned as he began swirling his fingertips around the nub, sending crackling impulses of electricity dancing along her nerves. Her body swayed and her hips moved as if with a mind of her own while Banek stroked her, making her wetter and wetter, turning her on more and
more.

  Banek’s other hand wandered everywhere, sliding up to cup her breast, his fingertips pinching and rolling her nipple, sending even more pleasure coursing through Jessica’s body as she squirmed and writhed, twisting her hips for better contact and arching into his touch. Her fluids began to flow more steadily as he worked her, exploring her body, and Jessica found it more and more impossible to think as sensations tingled through her. Banek drew her closer, bringing her face down close to his, and Jessica started as her lips brushed against his, shivering as Banek quickly moved to deepen the kiss, his fingers continuing to work her pussy. One thick, long finger slid inside of her and Jessica moaned against Banek’s lips. He probed and explored her, his fingertip rubbing along her inner walls, stroking her inside out even as his thumb swirled around her clit.

  Jessica was surprised at the taste of Banek’s lips and tongue—sweet, almost citrusy, more pronounced than any man she had ever been with as his tongue slithered against hers. Banek added another finger, and Jessica broke away from his lips with a cry at the full feeling of his thick digits working inside of her, faster and faster as she became more turned on, slicker and slicker with fluids. Banek’s fingertips brushed against her g-spot and she cried out again as a white-hot jolt of electric pleasure shot through her.

  Banek rubbed up against her g-spot again and again, even as he continued to work her clit with his thumb, and in a matter of moments Jessica could feel her self-control give way as the first waves of orgasm washed through her, blotting out all thought. She moaned out again and again as he continued to touch and stroke her, as if he wanted to know just how long she could keep going. Jessica arched and twisted, more and more sensation crackling through her veins until she was certain that she might actually die from pleasure.

  She sagged against Banek and tried to find the words to ask him to stop, blindly and limply tapping on his broad shoulders as aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her. Banek slowly withdrew, bringing his fingers away, holding her up easily, and Jessica caught a fleeting glance of him bringing his hand up to his mouth, licking her fluids off of his fingers, as she closed her eyes in exhausted satisfaction.

  Jessica realized as she came back to herself slowly that at some point Banek must have lifted her onto his lap; she could feel the press of his body against hers, the smooth, hairless velvet of his skin in contact with every inch of her. She opened her eyes, blinking against the haze of pleasure that still consumed her mind, and took in the expanse of gray-purple flesh. “I never really considered myself particularly kinky,” she said, still struggling slightly to catch her breath. “But I guess I can’t call myself vanilla anymore.”

  Banek chuckled lowly, bringing her face up to his to kiss her once more. “I don’t know what this ‘vanilla’ means,” he told her, barely breaking away from her lips. “But if being vanilla means that you won’t have sex with me, then I’m glad you’re not that.” Jessica laughed, shaking her head. Glancing down, she could still see that Banek was hard as a rock—and that his cock was just as improbably large as she had remembered. She was soaking wet, drenched from her orgasm, and suddenly the prospect of taking him didn’t seem quite so onerous or impossible.

  “I will definitely have sex with you,” she said slowly, shifting on his lap. “But we have to go slowly. Even as wet as I am, that’s…” she pointed at his genitals. “It’s big.

  “Very slowly,” Banek agreed. “I understand from my research that it might be easier if you’re on top.” Jessica took a deep breath; she couldn’t deny the buzzing hum of renewed desire building up inside of her. She wanted more. She wanted to know what that ridged, bumpy cock would feel like rubbing along her inner walls.

  Jessica straddled Banek’s hips, licking her lips as she positioned herself over the tip of him. Banek brought her face to his and kissed her hungrily as Jessica sank down onto him. She moaned against his lips as he filled her up inch by inch, pushing past the tightness of her body. “Oh,” Jessica murmured breathlessly. “Oh, Banek. Oh, God…” her breath caught in her throat as Banek’s cock pushed deeper and deeper inside of her, until her hips met his. Jessica paused, breathing slowly and deeply, as her muscles flexed and clenched around the strangely appealing cock. For just a moment, she felt almost uncomfortably filled; but as Banek rocked his hips slowly, making the ridges of his cock rub all along her inner walls, Jessica found herself moving along with him, moaning over and over again.

  She barely realized that her speed was picking up as she and Banek moved together, touching each other everywhere their hands could reach, exploring each other’s bodies. Jessica cried out as Banek’s enormous member rubbed everywhere inside of her, pressing continuously against her g-spot, rubbing it at all times and making it impossible for her to hold back the orgasm she could feel building up inside of her. Jessica struggled against her climax, wanting to savor the feeling of Banek, the pleasure he was giving her; but in a matter of moments, it seemed, she was unable to hold back for even a second longer. Once more, wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, even as she continued to lift herself up and push herself down onto the bumpy, ridged cock that gave her such intense pleasure. Banek moved faster inside of her, and Jessica heard his guttural moans filling the air as his body tensed.

  Jessica cried out as she felt a flood of almost syrupy, tingling fluid gushing into her. Banek shouted something in the strange language she had heard him use before, thrusting into her hard and fast as he reached his own climax, her body gripping around his cock as her orgasm intensified. Jessica continued moving, pushing down, taking him deep inside until the darkness overwhelmed her and she collapsed against him, utterly exhausted.

  ****

  Banek cradled Jessica in his arms, smiling to himself as he watched her come back again. He had been forewarned that sometimes sex with a Khateen rendered human women incapacitated; but to see it in action was no less interesting. “Welcome back,” he said, brushing a lock of Jessica’s dark hair out of her face as she opened her eyes.

  “That was amazing,” Jessica said. She stretched against his body and Banek felt her tense momentarily against him; his latent empathy flickered, feeling the ripple of tenderness she reacted to.

  “Are you hurt?” Banek asked, concerned.

  Jessica shook her head. “Nothing I can’t handle,” she said with a little grin. “Just…maybe let’s wait a little while before we do that again.”

  “You want to?”

  “Oh, totally. You can’t take that away from me!”

  Banek kissed her lightly on the lips, trailing his hands over her body. “I’d like it a lot if you’d be the subject for my research.”

  Jessica looked at him intently for a moment. “Wouldn’t you prefer—after all that romance reading—if I’d be your lover?” She raised a dark eyebrow and Banek grinned.

  “You can be both, can’t you?”

  Jessica caught her bottom lip between her teeth and then giggled, curling up close to him. “How long are you going to be here? I’m not going to be your lover if you’re only here for like, a few weeks.”

  Banek laughed. “I’m here for the foreseeable future. And just think of what untold wealth you could give me for my colleagues. I’ll take care of you, Jessica.” Banek kissed her; he realized that he was beginning to really understand the intent behind the human concept of romance.

  “Then how can I say no?” Jessica pulled at him ineffectually and Banek read her intent; he laid down on the couch, cradling Jessica’s body against his. He would bring her to his place soon enough; for now, he was content with—as he privately joked to himself—fieldwork.

  THE END

  Forbidden Alien Warlord

  Story Description

  Jenna is the most skilled warrior Earth has in the fight against Yazul, a planet known for its rich soils and simple people. It’s been one hundred years since the first weapon was fired, and the war has moved past their own planets since then, allowing them to use Earth’s moon as a neutra
l territory in the constant push for peace.

  But one sleepy afternoon following a routine mission, Jenna’s world is rocked: a confrontation gets tense, and she’s forced into close quarters with a Yazulian warrior who seems too wise and deadly to be real. Leo is as intrigued by her as she is by him; worse, he hints that he knows something about the war that she doesn’t.

  Just when she’s starting to get answers from him, they’re both forced to make a decision that may alter the course of countless lives forever—and start a new history in the wake of their forbidden love.

  “Jenna, how close are you to a 100% success rate?”

  Jenna looked up from her nutrient smoothie and paused, pretending to think through her battle scores as if she didn’t already know them by heart. Her best friend was sitting across from her at the gleaming silver table, his gravelly voice booming over the constant hum of humans and aliens chattering in the background. “Six percent away,” she said causally, and Victor whistled, impressed.

  “I’m only at eighty-five,” he said, scratching his tattooed chin thoughtfully. “I think it has something to do with my reaction time—I keep trying to train it and it never gets any better. I thought Luna would be a better place to practice, since we have other species here to help us train, but Lizzie warned me that neutral territory isn’t always indicative of a neutral atmosphere.” His thick fingers moved over the thorns inked on his cleft chin frantically, a nervous tic the big man couldn’t shake. No one but Jenna ever called him on it because they respected him too much.

  Jenna was surprised he was showing his nerves at all. In the years she’d known him, he’d been the one to shove his fears down deeper than anyone else. Most people assumed he had no flaws; A-Level warriors like him loved to strut around as though they were gods among men, but Victor was caring, not cocky. His straight spine was strictly for show, a pillar of discipline and patience that set the bar for nearly every warrior there, even some of the older ones. Jenna was the most technically skilled, but she’d seen Victor walk out of a burning ship carrying two people and then resuscitate them both. Jenna didn’t have that kind of nerve or boldness; she preferred to be sure of her success, and that meant she relied on machines.