by Rosette Lex
“I did,” he said, his voice a deep gravel.
“I’m willing. Take me.”
Chapter 6
His hands moved to her shirt in an instant and tore it open. The passion in his movement drew a moan from her. Grabbing his head in both hands, she pulled him close for a kiss.
She couldn’t stand it anymore. Alien or not, she had to feel how his lips felt against her own. The warm roughness of his mouth grazed against her own, and she slipped her tongue into his mouth.
He groaned against her, the deepness of his voice vibrating softly down her throat. His strong hands removed her bra and unfastened her pants. This time, instead of fighting, she helped him push them down to her ankles, and then she kicked them free of her.
Making sure to keep his mouth to her own, she undid the binding of his own pants and pushed them down to the floor. Pressing his body to hers, he moved her until her back touched the wall.
Then licking his fingers, he reached down and touched her already wet lips between her legs. Gloria moaned loudly and clutched to his body.
In his studies it was clear he had learned a few tricks of the female anatomy, because without any effort at all, he found her clit and began working it in gentle circles.
Oh yes,” she breathed against his ear, “just like that. Just like that.”
A tight squeal of delight escaped her throat as he worked his fingers in increasingly fast spins.
“I must have you,” he said.
“Tell me you want me,” she said just before moaning.
When he hesitated, she reached down to his erect penis and squeezed. When she slowly worked her hand up and down him, his entire body shuddered.
“I want you,” he said finally, as though understanding the entirety of what she was asking him.
“Oooh,” she moaned, “I want you too.”
Licking her hand, she reached down and wet the head of him. Rock stepped closer and pulled her leg up to his hip. Through some subtle maneuvers, she was able to fit the tip just inside.
Rock moved his hips just enough to fit it inside of her before pulling out again to spread her wetness around the both of them more.
The next entry went far easier and deeper. Again, he pulled out entirely and used his hand to spread more of her slick lubrication around both of their sexes.
The next thrust went almost entirely in, but this time, instead of withdrawing entirely he began a smooth, steady rhythm.
The pleasure was almost too much for her to take while propped on just one leg, so she wrapped her leg around his hip to help keep her balanced.
Sensing her weakening state, he forced his body against her to pin her to the wall. This not only allowed him to thrust deeper inside of her, but took some of the weight from her legs.
The ecstasy rising with every moment, she grabbed him by the head and pulled his lips to hers once more. This time instead of surprise, he kissed back with near reckless abandon. Their tongues massaged against one another as they made love.
The skin of his body was warm, the heat rising with each thrust. Gloria began perspiring, but before she could spare a thought for it, he leaned over and licked some of the sweat from her shoulder. This he followed up with slow kisses up the side of her neck to her ear.
When she moaned loudly under the attention, the breath catching in her throat, he latched onto her earlobe and gave it a gentle nibble.
Gloria dug her fingers into his shoulder, the intensity of her orgasm overtaking her in a moment. Her entire body constricted, her vagina squeezing his penis.
This had been enough, either the joined pleasure of knowing he had brought her to orgasm or the fact that her body was reacting physically to his, but whatever the reason this brought on his own orgasm. They cried out together, holding onto one another.
When it was over and their bodies came down from the heights of their pleasure, they slowly slid to the floor and rested with one another.
Rock closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath, but Gloria rested with her body half over his and traced her finger along the lines of the muscles of his chest.
She wasn’t certain what her future would hold as the mate of an alien, but she knew that she loved him. In all her life, she could never have expected a better lover.
Whatever came, she knew they would make it through together, this alien and his soulmate.
PREVIEW OF ‘DESIRED BY THE ALIEN’ BY ROSETTE LEX
Chapter One
From the time she was a little girl, Vivienne had wanted to be a spy. Not in the way of a child just wishing to do something absurd, but in the way of someone who had discovered what they wanted to do with the rest of her life. She wanted to protect her country. She wanted to be part of those things no one else ever knew about. From the first time she tried on her grandfather’s oversized army cap and watched her father don his uniform, Vivienne wanted to be important.
After all of her time in the army, after everything she did to prepare herself, she really wasn’t surprised when she finally became a spy. Despite that, she had never imagined the actual mission she was assigned.
“What is this thing even supposed to be?” she asked through her communicator, as she ran her hands over the various monitors, buttons, switches, and the primary terminal of the cramped space pod.
“I mean, I get that it’s a space craft, obviously,” she added, considering she was in the process of rising through the troposphere and into the stratosphere. The pod’s thermostat dipped harshly as the craft passed into the tropopause and then leveled off once more as the pod entered the stratosphere. The pod’s auxiliary thrusters kicked in with a jolt to keep the pod going straight, rather than simply falling into orbit.
“But why so tiny?” It seemed a valid question, as Vivienne was not a particularly large woman, and yet she felt like she was being squeezed like a can of sardines.
She was an attractive woman, albeit in a somewhat unconventional manner. At 5’5”, Vivienne wasn’t amazingly tall, but she never looked tiny. Broad shouldered, broad hipped, and brimming with more confidence than a bull moose, she always seemed to fill up every room she entered. She had skin the color of coffee with cream, and amber eyes that could be as meltingly warm as a cup of cocoa or as harshly frigid as ice chips, and curly black hair that she kept cropped close to her head. She had high, prominent cheekbones, a straight nose, and a mouth that could smile or scold with equal dignity.
Once upon a time, on a few occasions, she had wished that her chest was not quite as large as it was, so that people would be more likely to look at her face as she spoke with them (nothing said ‘disrespect’ like being unable to meet her superior officer’s eyes because he was too busy eye-fucking her chest).
And then she decided that wishing to change herself was idiotic, and she switched to threatening to punch people if they didn’t look at her face. Considering her arms were corded with muscle, it was a threat that most people took seriously.
At that moment, though, she mostly felt like a foil wrapped TV dinner.
The pod was already cruising into the mesosphere when mission control deigned to answer Vivienne’s question, her voice crackling over the speaker.
“It’s an emergency pod,” mission control answered.
“It’s for getting help up to the space station or anything else that might get launched into orbit in a hurry, without needing to worry about any extra baggage. This is just a test run to make sure it runs properly.”
“Don’t I feel safe,” Vivienne drawled flatly.
“I assure you, everything has been tested to the fullest extent,” mission control replied dispassionately. “Barring some sort of catastrophic malfunction, you are reasonably safe.”
“Yep,” Vivienne continued. “Feeling safe.”
For a few minutes, all was quiet. In a surprisingly short amount of time, though, the pod was in the thermosphere.
Vivienne could understand the need for haste in an emergency, but the speed was only incre
asing, to the point that it was beginning to seem ludicrous.
On top of that, she was beginning to feel dizzy.
“I think something’s wrong,” she said, her voice slightly distant.
“Report,” mission control replied evenly.
“I’m getting lightheaded. And—wait.” She reached up to touch an open hatch that hadn’t been there before, and she could feel air, or some other sort of gas, flowing past her fingers.
“What—what’s this hatch for? What’s coming out…of…it?”
Her mind felt heavy and sluggish, like every thought had to first swim through a lake of jelly before she could process any of them.
Her eyes were slowly closing, and the last thing she heard was the pod’s automated voice intoning, “Destination locked,” and mission control’s quiet, “Your mission is so much more important than you know. Good luck.”
Vivienne awoke to a siren and an almighty thud as the pod rattled around her like it was trying to shred apart. Her eyes opened slowly, like peeling away a scab, and she saw a red light.
A warning buzzer droned incessantly, and the pod’s automated voice placidly repeated, “Atmosphere has been breached. Destination approaching. Please brace for deceleration and impact.”
It took Vivienne a moment to comprehend what it was saying, until the pod’s parachute expanded and with a thunderous jolt, the pod began to slow down as it chugged its way towards the ground below. Well, presumably the ground below. The pod had no windows. Vivienne could only hope that she wasn’t about to be stranded in the middle of the ocean somewhere.
She looked at the main terminal, and jerked in surprise when she realized that over two weeks had passed, and the memories of that last conversation with mission control flooded back into her mind. Quickly, she brought up the terminal’s map, only to find a star chart that was utterly foreign to her.
With a massive bump, the pod hit the ground, bounced twice, and finally skidded to a halt. Vivienne rode the rough landing out with her teeth gritted and both hands pressed to the sides of the pod.
The automated voice announced, “Landing successful. Passenger injuries: inconsequential. Pod status: stable. Sleep mode engaging.”
The entire roof of the cylindrical pod opened, but Vivienne didn’t climb out immediately, instead trying every panel, button, and switch of the pod to get some sort of reaction out of it. Try as she might, though, she couldn’t get it to wake up from sleep mode.
Reluctantly, she unstrapped herself and crawled through the roof hatch. She knelt on the ground beside the pod, and stared around with wide eyes. She knew immediately that she had not landed on Earth, as if the unfamiliar star charts hadn’t been proof enough.
Both her and the pod were in a shallow crater, and the dirt she knelt in was a deep, nitrogen red, but all around the crater she could see grass, though it was not the grass she knew.
It came in the glistening, ever-shifting black and brown shades of an oil spill, interrupted periodically by flowers that consisted of strangely fleshy spirals, coils of organic matter, petals like a porcupine’s quills and stamen like hypodermic needles, and all of them oozed a transparent, viscous orange fluid that Vivienne didn’t dare to touch.
She also realized that she felt like she was melting. It had to be at least a hundred degrees Fahrenheit, and she quickly began stripping out of her space suit, leaving her in just a pair of form fitting shorts and her sports bra.
A few creatures stood at a distance, observing the crater curiously. Vivienne could see three different types, right off the bat.
One stood on two legs that seemed enormously long compared to the small, round body. It was covered in puffy green-ish brown fluff like a dandelion, with just its long legs, tiny arms, and round head sticking out, with an almost comically long, thin snout and enormous eyes. A thin, proboscis-like tongue darted out quickly and then retreated just as quickly as it stared at the crater, before it decided that there was no danger and it bounded off into the tall grass.
Another stood on four legs, crouched defensively like a ferret or a cat ready to spring, as its forked tail lashed through the grass flattened by its approach. Its legs gathered beneath it like a coil ready to spring, its gleaming eyes focused on Vivienne, shining mirror bright in the half-light.
Whether it was covered in fur or sand paper, Vivienne couldn’t tell, but it was striped in black and the same green-ish brown as the last creature, mottled so that it nearly turned invisible in the grass. Its large, flat head bobbed back and forth as it gauged the distance between itself and Vivienne, its jagged, ill-fitting shark-like teeth gleaming from its rounded jaws. After a tense moment, it too decided the situation wasn’t worth it, and it growled a final warning before it turned and scampered into the grass like a fleeing weasel.
It was the third creature that captured Vivienne’s attention the most, though. It stood on two legs, at least four feet tall at the shoulders, with a thin, swan-like, but muscled neck and a wedge-like head. The closest thing Vivienne could think to compare it to was some sort of raptor, but even that didn’t fit. It stared at her with four irate but curious eyes, and it impatiently fidgeted with four arms, each of them with claws fit to skewer a small child.
It was covered in sharp, quill-like feathers, and its tail fanned open like a peacock’s as it took a slow step towards the crater, only to pause once more. Its jaws opened as it let out a serious of bark-like noises, like a dog that had been crossed with a screeching bird. It turned its head to look over its shoulder, and it’s jaws further parted into quarters as it shrieked into the trees.
Finally, Vivienne scrambled to her feet, readying herself to run, as she could only imagine that it was calling its pack. But what came out of the towering, curling trees was a group of…men.
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