Romance: Scifi Romance: Mated by the Alien (Abduction BWWM Paranormal Romance) (Interracial First Contact Space Romance)

by Linda Mathers

  This struck a chord for Eileen, and the two of them locked eyes for a long, intense moment. She didn’t know what she thought she was doing. The moment was so strong, so powerful, and inescapable. Yet she knew it was a bad idea. It could only end in heartbreak, in disappointment.

  But did it have to?

  As she gazed deep into Pan’s eyes, goosebumps prickled across her skin and sweat beaded along the back of her neck. She began to lose certainty of what a bad idea it would be to get to know him.

  Pan was enamored by the depth of her gaze. By the dark, smooth texture of her skin. She seemed the most beautiful creature in the universe to him in that moment, and Eileen could see it in his eyes, making her want him even more.

  He slowly brought a hand up to the side of her face. His fingers prickled the nerves of her flesh, and he slowly swept them upward, pushing strands of glossy black hair from her face.

  “You’re so - so beautiful,” he whispered, barely able to breathe. She smiled at him, flashing him a set of startlingly white teeth.

  It no longer mattered whether it was a good idea or a bad idea anymore. Whether it would end happily ever after or in heartbreak. It didn’t matter, because the force that now drew them together was nothing short of gravity itself; of magnetism. It caused them to creep closer to one another, their eyes closing, the universe around them seeming to disappear.

  Their lips melted together.

  He tasted immaculate, absolutely glorious as their mouths twisted and popped and dissolved into one another. Several times they bowed forward, pulled slowly apart, and then pushed together again, smacking loudly and enthusiastically each time. At last, they pulled apart, nostrils flaring, and peered into one another’s eyes for a moment. Their chests were beating, their nerves ringing, and the looks they saw on one another’s faces seemed to confirm continuing, without the risking of offending one another, or overstepping boundaries.

  Pan leaned right back into her, but this time he wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her body into him. She loved the feeling of his muscles constricting around her bones, threatening to crush her, it seemed, and at the very least to squeeze out every last breath of air from her lungs. His hands dipped beneath the fabric of her bath robe, and slid up under her blouse, the fingers glowing like coals against the small of her back. It felt wonderful to her, and she laced her arms up around his neck in turn, allowing herself to be brought so snugly up into him that the two of them might have dissolved into one. This time, when they kissed, she swallowed up his long, loving tongue, feeling it creep down toward the back of her throat, gagging her pleasantly as it rolled around through her cheeks. She pushed out her own tongue in turn, and they wrestled around together between one another’s mouth, the suction of their lips popping and pressing together again, saliva flowing from mouth to mouth and back again.

  He pushed himself up more firmly against her, and pinned her up against a wall, his hands sliding up further and further inside her shirt in desperation. She could feel him, down below, hardening beneath his tunic. The hard, sharp shaft of his dick seemed to jab into her abdomen, making her wet as hell beneath the shorts she had on. She could tell from the feel of him as he dug deeper and deeper into her, the package that he had hidden away was an immense one.

  Unable to control herself any longer, she brought her hand down between his legs and cupped a major handful of his dick, squeezing on his shaft and scrotum as it continued to throb between her fingers - and that was when she noticed that there was indeed, something very alien about this man’s anatomy.

  Before she could make sense of this however, they pulled apart, and from the look in his eyes, she wondered if she’d gone too far too quickly.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, taking her hand away. “Is that… Too much? I hope I didn’t offend you.”

  “No. No, it’s not that,” he said, smiling in a manner that told her that he was indeed very enthusiastic about what they were doing with one another. “It’s just…” he said, trailing off, and he finished his sentence with a look over his shoulder, in the direction of the robot. It stared straight at the two of them quite unabashedly as they made out. It was, after all, just a machine, and they could have sex right on top of it without it thinking a thing in the world about the fact. But it was rather creepy to go that far in its presence.

  “Oh… Right,” said Eileen, embarrassed, but grinning.

  Pan smiled at her, then kissed her on the lips. He took her by the hand.

  “Come on,” he said, and pulled her along through the ship’s hull, along into the bedroom. They closed the door behind them, sealing out the robot. In a matter of seconds, Eileen’s bathrobe was on the floor of his chambers.

  He had her, once more, pinned up against the wall, ravishing her more thoroughly than ever now. He kissed her, and ran his hands along her body, filling her with sensations. She moaned with pleasure, and then brought her hand back between his legs once more, cupping his genitals, squeezing tightly. He shuddered with pleasure, his knees quaking, and only one thing seemed adequate for expressing his love for her in that moment.

  He bowed forward, and placed his mouth on the side of her neck. His teeth sank into her, filling her with a light agony that quickly became pleasurable. Eileen gasped as he suckled on her flesh, thinking he was about to draw blood, but he stopped just short of the mark. He pulled away, with bands of saliva dripping from his lips to the flesh of her neck. Then he came back to her mouth, kissing her once more on the lips.

  His hands slid up her tank top once more, this time pulling on the fabric, and proceeding to tug it upward along her body. The fabric melted along her flesh, and her breasts bounced as it pushed past them. She lifted her arms into the air and allowed it to be pulled over her head, her sleek black hair tumbling around her shoulders as it was tossed to the ground.

  He leaned back in and kissed her more, now planting his lips on the exposed flesh of her torso. Her shoulders, her clavicle, her stomach, the tops of her breasts above the black cups of her bra. Eileen swooned for her brilliant new lover, gently rolling her head around in circles, eyes closed as he lapped up every splendid inch of her dark chocolate flesh. The straps of her bra began to sink down along her shoulders as she came unwound beneath his touch, and he slipped his hands into her shorts, teasingly sliding his palms along the sweat-soaked skin of her thighs. He curled his fingers into her, the nails nearly piercing the flesh of her legs, and squeezed tightly, making her knees wobble and threaten to give out from beneath her.

  He tenderly let his fingers creep along over the terrain of her flesh, and then took the full plunge, dipping them between her inner thighs, and hooking them up into her. She let out a tremendous squeal of pleasure, and her legs closed in around him, flattening his hand. His fingers caressed the tender folds of her pussy, wet and aroused and melting beneath his touch as they were. He slid his digits back and forth, back and forth along her then inside her, evoking an intense friction, and filling her to the brim with pleasure. He took a considerable moment to play with the throbbing, fleshy button of her clitoris, and she nearly sank to the floor as he did so.

  But he stopped mercifully just short of the mark.

  He slowly brought his hand back out from the confines of her panties, his fingers now soaked with the fluids of her arousal. He gently pushed them into her mouth, and she tasted herself on him. She rolled her tongue around his digits, savoring her own flavor, and once he was licked clean he leaned back into her, and kissed her once more on the mouth.

  He took her by the hand, and led her over to the bed, draping her out across its surface. He climbed up on top of her, and once more she basked in the feeling of his alien manhood pushing firmly against her body, making her hot and wet as his hands slipped behind her, undoing the hook of her bra.

  He slipped the cups from off of her, and instantly his hands were on her tits, squeezing the luscious ebony mounds, sinking his fingers into her flesh. She moaned aloud with pleasure, but he qui
ckly suppressed every sound she made with his lips, taking her mouth against his own, and kissing her tenderly.

  His kisses slid gradually down along her anatomy. From her mouth, to the side of her face, to her jaw, to her neck. Then, he rolled his tongue hungrily along the line of her clavicle, as though sealing an envelope, and stooped down to take her firm, luscious breasts in his mouth.

  He moved lovingly between each one in turn. Taking each chocolate nipple between his lips, suckling upon her, pulling hard, and rolling his tongue around the perimeter. Then he sank his teeth into her and pulled back on them, causing each nipple to grow erect with sensation, tingling from nerves, and saliva dripping from off of them in slow, syrupy beads.

  He spent minutes simply worshiping her breasts in this manner, filling her with ecstasy. Then his mouth continued its downward trek along the front of her body, his mouth sucking against the center of her abdomen, his tongue pushing into her navel, and then continuing on down as his fingers laced once more beneath the fabric of her shorts.

  He peeled them, along with her panties, down along her legs, to her knees, then all the way down to around her ankles. She pulled her feet through the holes, and he tossed the article to the floor, continuing to bring his mouth all the way down between her legs.

  She gasped, and shivered, and then allowed her eyelids to flutter shut as his lips touched down against those of her pussy. He slowly, tenderly began to kiss her delectable vagina, his mouth melting and conforming to its luscious floral folds. He savored her like a delicacy, burying himself so deep in her flesh that he might have drowned in his enthusiasm. He pushed his tongue up inside her, twisting it around, and she pushed her body upward from the bed. He licked, and slurped, and devoured her, eating her out as she’d never experienced and causing her body to ring with an intense, shivering orgasm.

  Once the last pangs of sensations had gently settled from her limbs, he brought his face slowly back out from between her legs, happily licking his lips. Her heart was beating hard as she watched him reach for the waistline of his tunic, and slide it down along the front of his body.

  It was just as she’d suspected from her earlier groping, and by this point she was so used to expecting the unexpected that it didn’t surprise her all that much. Hanging there, swinging gloriously from his body, was not a single, long, hard penis, but two. Their engorged purple tips streamed with pre-ejaculate, and the veins pumped with masculine energy, indicating, on no uncertain terms, that he was ready for her in every way.

  She tensed up slightly, uncertain as to just how much man she could take in her at one time. But there was no time for second-guessing just now, she told herself as he climbed up on top of her, his heat pressing down upon her like a blanket. He kissed her once more on the lips, and his hands grabbed hold of her ankles, and pushed them upward, pinning her knees up around her ears. She was spread out beneath him, both holes open wide, and she bit her lip in anticipation as she felt him lining himself up on top of her.

  He pushed himself inside her.

  She let out an intense moan, as both of his engorged purple tips slid up into her body. Those long, hard, veiny alien shafts buried deep inside her anus and vagina. Slowly, he pushed down inside her, balls deep, until at last he came to a halt. Then he rested over her, waiting, until slowly she gave him a slight nod of the head, as well as a smile, giving him the go ahead.

  He lifted his body back out of her, and then hurled himself forward at a powerful speed. She let out a tremendous scream as she reached around him and sank her nails into the skin of his back.

  He proceeded to fuck her. To thrust, to pound, to annihilate her; stretching her out to her maximum capacity, filling her with perverse and wonderful sensations as he smashed into her ass and her cunt like a jackhammer. She savored the grinding of his two cocks up against one another through the folds of her body, as at last he hurled himself into her one final time, filling her to the brim, and setting her over the edge.

  He ejaculated inside of her, inundating her holes with pulse after pulse of his hot alien steam, in such thickness and abundance that it came dripping back out of her onto the surface of the bed. An orgasm, part anal and part vaginal but double the intensity of before, came roaring through her body. She screamed, her back arching, her buttocks clenching, and every muscle in her body tensed up around him as she came.

  And at long last the sensations faded away, and he pulled out of her, leaving her to collapse upon the surface of the bed. He hurried to wrap her up in his embrace, and the two of them kissed and caressed through the haze of the afterglow, their heads spinning, their bodies still ringing with the pleasure of what they’d just done.

  After so much time feeling lost and alone in the universe, Eileen felt at home in someone’s arms. And she thought that, should he accept his offer to come back to earth with her once the ship was repaired, she might just be able to offer him a new home of his own, in turn.

  They rested in one another’s arms, closing their eyes, and gently drifting off in the pleasure of their love.

  THE END

  BONUS STORIES

  Galaxy’s Edge

  Sci-fi Romance

  By: Linda Mathers

  Chapter 1

  The war had lasted far longer than anyone could have ever imagined and Ester had long ago grown tired of it.

  As one of the best fighter pilots in the fleet, though, there was no escaping for her. She would remain in the fight until the unlikely event the war ended or until the much more likely event of her death.

  In fact, Ester Rodriguez had danced with Death so many times she could picture it clearly: maneuvering her Stinger between enemy ships, red laser blasts shooting around her as she spins and dodges. Then her luck runs out. A laser pierces the engine of her fighter and it spins powerless—out of control.

  Struggling, cursing, trying desperately to get herself back into combat as the enemy ship opens fire and her ship explodes, tearing her to shreds as metal collapses and glass shatters, as the vacuum of deep space ruptures her lungs and pops her eyeballs and boils her blood…

  “Code Red, Code Red. Battle stations. Repeat, Code Red.”

  The emergency alarm interrupted Ester’s grim train of thought. She would have been grateful for the distraction if she had time.

  Code Red. No time for anything but go, go, go…

  Jumping out of her bunk, she looked around. Nobody. Ester pulled on her black leather flight jacket, absently noting a large patch sewn onto the breast: five gold arrowheads signifying her status as Gold Squadron, the letters EMD patriotically announcing her affiliation with the Earth Military Defense.

  Where the hell is Rocky? Her co-pilot, Rocky, was nowhere to be found. He better be ready. He better be in the hanger waiting for me and not in the laundry unit trying to fuck that little cleaning girl.

  Rocky had been Ester’s co-pilot for two years and she knew he was trustworthy, fast-thinking and reliable. Rocky had only one downside in Ester’s eyes: his never-ending stream of Falgan hormones. She knew it wasn’t his fault though, it is just the way Falgans were hardwired.

  The Falgan species was humanoid and had all the basic body characteristics, organs and parts: bipedal with two arms and pairs of eyes, ears, lips, etc. On average, they were taller and more muscular than humans but with dark skin the thickness and color of well-worn leather.

  The most compelling difference between humans and their Falgan comrades was sexual in nature. Falgans had naturally huge penises and they emitted a strong pheromone that smelled of sweet, spicy cinnamon. This phenomenon not only made Falgans unnaturally sensual compared to humans but it made sexual relations a centerpiece of Falganian custom and tradition.

  Fortunately—or unfortunately according to some—Falgans found humans irresistible. Male, female, both, three at a time, five, six. There was nothing Falgans would not involve themselves with when it came to pleasure.

  Add in the fact that it was biologically impossible for a Falgan to impregna
te an Earthling and it was no surprise that the Falgans were quite popular with Earth women. So popular that the general joke was that the fleet was kept alive and fighting with three things: food, fuel and hot Falgan sex.

  Ester knew it was both cultural and biological but most of the time she just found it annoying having to constantly brush off their advances. Now, however, rushing onto the flight deck, Ester wasn’t concerned with the general state of Falganian sex habits or expertise. She just wanted to know where her co-pilot was. Where the fuck is Rocky? It’s a Red Alert!

  She scanned the hanger and saw no sign of her partner. Dammit. She tucked her short black hair under her flight cap as she made her way towards her Stinger. There were nine Stingers in her squadron and as Ester neared her ship she saw all of her troop already climbing into their own sleek jet-like ships, adjusting controls, starting engines, preparing to roll out to the runway tube.

  In the Stinger beside hers, Ginny glanced up from her controls, “Hey, you ready for this?”

  Ester climbed into her Stinger and settled into the cockpit before she replied, “I’m ready for everything. I’m just not sure what’s up this time.”

  Behind Ginny, her Falgan co-pilot, Dawndo, said, “You didn’t hear?”

  Ester’s gaze moved from Ginny to Dawndo and back again. “Hear what? I was on sleep rotation, I’ve been out since morning call.”

  Ester became aware of the rushed, nervous edge of the scene. There were generally pilots telling jokes, mechanics and flight crews making quips, all of them together chuckling away the specter of death. There was none of that now, however. Around them Stingers were rolling out. The long, wide hangar echoed with the ghostly distant “whoosh” of ships launching. Faces were serious, everyone quickly and silently finishing their preparations.

  Ginny flipped a switch on the Stinger’s main console and the propulsion unit sprang to life with a low rumbling hum. She turned to Ester, “They hit the Warfield outpost, completely wiped it out.”