by Aubrey Cara
Coming up behind her, I wrap my arms around her growing waist. She squeals in surprise before turning in my arms. My hands go right to her belly, already rounded and protruding with my ling.
“You’re here!” Bombee lifts on tippy toes, tilting her radiant face up for my kiss. My lips linger over hers. My hands wander her lush form. Her swollen orbs squish against my chest, and I groan into her mouth. I wish we were alone so I could take her to our shelter for some rutting.
We must keep the ling healthy, of course.
Niin who was standing close by working on his tablet, loudly clears his throat. He approaches me with a thunderous expression. Pluppy, Bombee’s pet ne’dav chases his heels. “They have been watching the jumping ga-hote bideos on the human Hoo-Toob all morning, Yon Tor.”
Bombee turns at that. “No one likes a tattletale, Niin.” She sticks her tongue out at him, and I sigh.
Jhyr figured out how to tap into the Zapex research database that links to the humans’ meager communication center. Niin found it a pointless endeavor, but many on Lehor have been enjoying the things human call enter-tahain-mant. Most importantly, Bombee adores it, so it can stay.
Niin shakes his leg as Bombee’s fat, one-eyed ne’dav tries to climb it. “Her food will not leave me alone,” he grumbles.
Bombee narrows her gaze on my intelligence officer. “Do not call Fluffsters food. It’s not nice. He loves you and wants you to pick him up.”
Niin and Bombee stare at each other. She crosses her arms over her chest, lifting her magnificent orbs, and raises an eyebrow in challenge. He scowls back at her.
“What happens when the babies come, and they want their Uncle Niin to pick them up?” Bombee asks. “You just going to kick them away, too?”
“I am not an hunkle to that little beast,” Niin grumbles, but caves and picks up Bombee’s smitten pet. The plump ne’dav drapes over Niin’s arms. In a few more moon cycles, Pluppy will be too big to carry around. The happy ne’dav wiggles up Niin’s chest and tries to lick his face. Niin tilts his head away in disgust. “Bombee is supposed to having her Lehor lessons,” he gripes.
“Can’t a girl take a break? Geez. I’m not going to learn the Alogorian language overnight.”
“You will never learn if you keep taking breaks,” Niin parries.
“It’s a good time for a break,” I interject to defuse what will likely turn into a bickering match.
Bombee presses herself against me. “Yeah? What do you have in mind?” Her eyes gleam with mating fever, and I realize she took my words as an amorous suggestion.
I reach down and give her ass a squeeze, and she smiles and winks at me. She has been insatiable the past three moon cycles. “I was going to share news of your friends, but if your need is too great to wait…”
Bombee’s eyes go wide. “What?” She smacks my chest. “You have news? What news?”
Instead of telling her, I pull out my transmission projector and bring up Tqe’s communication. There’s too much light streaming between the trees for his image to be clear, but his message is more important. As is the hope and happiness shining in Bombee’s eyes as she listens.
My mate.
I do not know how I existed without her. I never wish to again. She has brought life to me and my world in a way I didn’t even know we were lacking. My step is lighter, and my hope for the future brighter.
Purchasing her from the Zapex is a shame I will carry...it was also the best decision I ever made.
BAMBI
“Play it again,” I tell Oathar. I was too excited the first time Tqe’s transmission played to pay attention. I take a deep breath as a washed-out image shows up in the clearing in front of us, and listen to his words.
“I believe I have located one of your friends, blessed one,” Tqe says over his transmission. Three “moon cycles” on Lehor, and it’s still strange to be referred to as blessed one. It sounds as if I’m a cult leader. “It will not be easy to get to her. She is traveling with a Monrok, and the two...have caused quite a stir in the Jun’pn galaxy. From my information, I do not believe there is any other female with her. I will keep you informed.” Tqe puts a fist to his chest and bows in a very Trekkie manner before his hologram winks out.
He’s found Brook or Bri...or some other hapless human girl the Zapex lifted from Earth. Holy goodness, I had hoped finding them would be easy. I never fathomed they’d be separated. I’m not sure why.
“You do not seem pleased,” Oathar points out, and I try to shake off my worry.
I give him a big smile, even though my hormones are kicking up and making me weepy over my lost friends. “I am pleased. Tqe’s that much closer to finding one of them.” But I’m disappointed they’re not here now.
I sniffle a little a tear trickling down my cheek, and Oathar eyes me with trepidation. Pregnancy makes me prone to some roller-coaster emotions. I know he’s freaked I’m about to lose it. “What if it’s not them?” I sob. “What if it’s some other poor human girl, and my friends are lost forever, while I’m here living it up.” Albeit I’m not exactly in the lap of luxury...okay, I’m living an episode of Naked & Afraid, but I’m super well loved and cared for. There isn’t anyone on this planet who wouldn’t bend over backward to make me happy.
While my friends...well, they could be experiencing horrific atrocities.
I’m experiencing some serious survivor’s guilt.
Oathar cups my face, tilting my chin up. “We will find your friends, if I have to go search for them myself.”
“No. You’re not going anywhere. I need you here.” I palm my belly, trying to self soothe. I’m already showing. It’s because I’m so short, and hello, carrying three alien babies in there. It will be a miracle if I’m not waddling like an overinflated duck by the five-month mark.
“We can send Niin,” I whisper, not wanting him to overhear, but Jhyr and Niin have already turned and walked away to give us some privacy. They’ve been by our sides ever since returning and have gotten good at making themselves scarce when Oathar and I need some alone time. Which is quite frequently.
“But then who will teach you Alogorian?” Oathar gives me a teasing smile, and I stick my tongue out at him.
To my annoyance, Niin chastised Tya, one of the Gyhan elders, on the lack of structure she provided for my language lessons. He was concerned about me not learning the language right and shaming his Yon Tor. She, in turn, gave him the chore of teaching me, which is a bunch of janka turds. I shouldn’t be punished because he’s a dick who can’t keep his opinion to himself.
We’ve come to a bit of a truce, but I still enjoy poking at him by watching funny animal videos on YouTube, and well, just being myself.
“Jyhr would totally be the best teacher.” We both know full well Jyhr still can’t talk to females.
Beast Boy chuckles at that. “Come, my mate. I will take you to our domicile and show you how much I missed you.” His words send a tingle through my body. He takes my hips and pulls our bodies flush while giving me that worshipful look he gets when I know he want to sex my bod.
I’m instantly infused with warmth. That’s all it takes with Oathar. One look. One heated suggestion, and I’m a gooey mess, ready to throw down in shag town.
His body is solid against me, and I press closer. “Maybe I’ll show you how much I missed you.” That’s all it takes for him to sweep me up in his arms and start carrying me toward the tent city shelter we’re currently living in.
I laugh, and the sound carries all around us. It makes me blush thinking of the times my voice carried when I wasn’t so aware. The forest echoes, so I’ve been trying to keep my “mating grunts” to a minimum, but it’s so hard when Beast Boy’s Hitachi cock revs up. It’s inspiring.
“Is all well with the ling?” He glances down at my abdomen as we trek out to where our little Robinson Crusoe settlement is.
“You didn’t see Bo’hob?” The Profound Healer visited to check on the progress of the babies, but I figured he
’d have returned to the village before Oathar left.
“We must have crossed paths.”
“Well, you would have been able to ask him yourself if you let me go to the village with you.”
He frowns down at me. “You know why that is not an option.”
Oathar doesn’t let me travel back and forth from the village much. It drives me crazy when he goes without me, but they’re still working on getting the huzah population under control.
I grumble about the huzah, and he kisses me, making me forget my annoyance.
“I will kill all the huzah if that is what you wish, my little warrior.”
Sigh.
This guy.
I stroke his jaw and nuzzle his cheek. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“I am not this.”
“No, you’re not. You’re my big, perfect Alogorian mate.”
Oathar give me that sexy chest-rumbling growl he does and swings me around so I’m pressed against a tree and my legs are wrapped around his waist. He kisses me breathless and pops the ladies out of my halter top. He rolls my sensitive nipples, and I moan in his mouth, hitching my hips to get better friction.
We’re so not making it to our love shack.
We rarely do.
Beast Boy is turning me into an exhibitionist.
I’ve always been the happy one, but here with Oathar, I’m bubbling over with glee. I never thought this would be my life. I’m totally adulting on another level. I’m having babies and trying to get my alien hubby onboard with the planet renovations I have in mind. I live on a planet with pink deserts and purple forests, with a guy who loves me so much that it makes my heart fill until it’s too big for my chest.
Just looking at Beast Boy gives me a sense of rightness.
He is my home.
And he totally beats an overpriced condo in Malibu.
THE END
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Dear Readers,
Thank you for reading!
Bambi’s Alien Abduction is book one of my new Earth Girl’s Guide to Surviving an Alien Abduction series. (Try to say that five times fast.) I had a blast writing it, and I hope you found it as fun and raunchy as the title suggests.
If you’ve read any books in my Monrok Warriors or Monrok Masters series you know that, though this book is set in the same universe, and contains some yummy sex scenes, it’s not nearly as dark or sexually explicit as my other books.
If you’re new to me, let me forewarn you, my Monrok series are much more sexually graphic, and somewhat dark. Okay, my Monrok Masters series is patent leather bustier and whip, black. It’s about aliens taking humans as sexual pets, just to give you an idea.
You may be asking, Aubrey, why would you throw a light vanilla, funny series in the middle of a filthy sex-filled universe?
Well, I blame my dirty whore of a muse.
She made me do it.
There are three tiers of sexual heat levels to the series in the Jun’pn galaxy. They are as follows:
Tier One: IMO Totally fit for public consumption (for the most part)
Earth Girls Guide to Surviving an Alien Abduction
Bambi’s Alien Abduction
Brook’s Alien Abduction←comingnext!
Bri’s Alien Abduction
Tier Two: These aren’t the type of stories you’d read sitting next to your mom. But if you’re into some darker BDSM and hot cyborg-like fellas teaming up to ravish their abducted lady, this series may be worth looking into.
Monrok Warriors
Taking Their Human
Keeping Their Human
Tier Three: How into dubcon and noncon sexual scenarios are you? Keep that question in mind, add ruthless cyborgs and human/alien slave girls to the mix and you have a general idea of how deliciously depraved this series is.
It’s not for everyone.
It’s not meant to be.
It’s dark and dirty.
Monrok Masters
Their Human Pets
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TAKING THEIR HUMAN
Upon waking in a dimly lit white room, my biggest fear was that I had been kidnapped by a serial killer. I learned there are things out here in the universe much worse than anything on Earth. And, even if you escape, you can never go home.
They’re not kind, these being who stole me and want to use me as chattel. The others—part man, part machine— have claimed me for their own, but I’m far from saved.
After a lifetime of being ripped apart and put back together, being forced to serve and guard a race who stole us and remade us, she is our mercy. And we shall be her salvation. We will do anything to protect her from the Zapex. Even if it means war.
Chapter One
ALLYSON
Some people wake up gradually. They lounge in the comfort of their beds and let the light streaming in infiltrate their brain while they lie in denial until they can refute no longer the fact they must face the day.
I’ve never been like that. My eyes pop open the second I’m awake, the need to get up and be active on me. This is the first time I’ve ever lain in bed doing the denial routine.
Am I even awake?
I’m certainly not in my bed.
The room is white and all angles. It’s definitely not mine. Nor is the squishy gel-like mat I’m lying on. The lights are recessed and provide a dim glow giving the sensation of night. I’m trying not to freak out. I look down and pat myself. I’m wearing the same jeans and T-shirt I put on. I search my brain and try to remember where I was last. My apartment, maybe? Did I fall asleep?
As stupid as it may sound, I feel awake. Yet, this has to be the strangest dream I’ve ever had.
There is no doorway in this peculiar room, just one open wall. An incandescent glow shimmers in the space, but I can still see through to the other side. Another white wall, of course. Getting up, I pad over to the opening. The closer I get, the more I can hear a hum.
When I reach out a finger, a sizzle much like a static charge zaps my finger. I yank my hand back to rub and shake out the hurt.
“Hello?” My voice is shaky with nerves. I’m like the girl in a horror film. I bang on the wall next to me and speak up. “Hello? Anyone out there?”
There’s no reply. Just the eerie hum of the electric doorway. I scan the room for video surveillance. Am I even now being watched? Icy fingers of panic crawl up my back. Taking a deep breath, I try to calm myself and assess the situation. I’m not coming up with any good explanations for waking up in a place like this all alone. There has to be a way out of here, and it’s possibly through the shimmer wall. I’m not sure if the electric charge is strong enough to hold me if I try forcibly breaking through, but there is only one way to find out.
I back up a few feet. The room isn’t large, so I’m standing on the mat, my back to the wall.
Taking a running start, I jump at the opening.
With a painful jolt, every muscle in my body seizes. Lit up like a Christmas tree, I’m flung backwards across the small space. I hit the opposite wall with a thud and fall to the mat, ears ringing. Every nerve in my body is on fire, racked in agony. It’s like the misery of being bitten by a hundred army ants all at once.
Panting, I flop onto my back, and wait for the pain to ebb. I take in my surroundings once again. This isn’t a dream. I’m being held captive. And the sadistic bastard has me trapped.
My mind spins with implications and psychological horror film scenarios, none of them good. The
possibilities of pain and torture are endless.
Panic constricts my chest making it hard to breath. I try to calm. To breathe. It’s not working.
Why the hell would anyone take me? Who would take me? I’m just a twenty-year-old waitress from Iowa. No one gives a shit about me.
Since my parents died when I was sixteen, I’ve been on my own. For a very short time, I went to live with my aunt, but her husband was grabby, and she had low self-esteem. When I took my stuff and left, she was more relieved than concerned. Outside of my ex-boyfriend, my boss and coworkers at the diner, no one knows I exist.
Crap. Maybe that’s why I was taken. No one knows I exist.
They make movies about these kinds of abductions. The ones you hear about on the news and think could never happen to you. It never pays to be the loner. This may be the hi-tech basement of some sadistic bastard’s house. I could be kept here for years, maybe decades, before anyone finds me.
I fight off the tide of helplessness threatening to wash over me. The only ones who get away are those who keep trying to escape. I need to find a way to accomplish that.
When my parents died, I’d been hollowed out and scared out of my mind. Heartbroken and alone. But I had survived.
I can survive this.
No, I will survive this.
I don’t know what I’m up against but I’m getting the hell out of here.
Filled with determination or insanity, I get up and steel my spine. I’d rather kill myself trying to escape than be tortured over weeks, months…years.
A yell like the roar of a battle ready warrior of the past rips from me. Running, I hurl myself at the shimmer wall. Pain grips me and flings me back.