by Alice Cooper
“She has a name and it’s Vanessa. She is nobody’s property and she came here under her own free will. Michael and I will not allow you to make something dirty that was pure.” It was Marcos that had decided to step up for the brother’s cause. “Akin, it’s your decision if we do this the old way or the new way.”
“I think that the old ways are the right way. I’ve come prepared.” From behind his back, he produced a curved blade with what looked like stains of blood along the steel shaft. “I’ve used this several times in battle and I have never washed it, because it is stained with my victory over others.”
“I have my own blade that was passed down to us by our father.” Nobody was to interfere and now they circled each other to see if there were any weaknesses in their posture or fighting stance. The clanging of metal was the only thing that could be heard, as they took this dance of death to a different level.
The blade swung cleanly across the top of Marcos’s head. It did not connect, but it did give him a shorter hair cut than he already had. He used that opening to strike out and pierce into the shoulder of Akin. He did not scream, but he did grit his teeth and show remarkable resilience with the extreme pain that was now radiating down his arm.
Vanessa wanted to stop this, but she didn’t feel it was her place to go against an entire planet’s belief system. “I just hope that the brothers win and they don’t get injured during this insanity I instantly liked them and I can see why my father did.” She watched as they battled back and forth, and it was not lost on her that Akin was losing steam, because of lack of blood.
Akin made one last ditch effort, by stabbing forward and nicking the cheek of Marcos.
Marcos stabbed out and made direct contact with the same wound that Akin already had. With that, he backed out of the circle holding his shoulder that was barely hanging together.
“I don’t know if you know what’s going on here, Vanessa. Basically, they fight until two strikes of a blade is hit in the exact same spot. It’s either that or they kill with one shot. Marcos is trying his best not to get that kind of blood on his hands. He continues with Josiah and then Amel.” Vanessa and Michael watched, as Marcos used his strengths, as he balanced one decision over the other. It wasn’t long before Josiah was stepping out of the circle with two strikes of the blade to his left thigh. He could barely walk and he would need several months of recuperation.
There was determination in Amel’s eyes. He was bigger than his two brothers and he used that to his advantage. He attacked fast and with precision, not allowing Marcos to see it coming. The impact landed him on top of Marcos. He bought the blade over his head and struck down, only to be deflected by Marcos and his blade. When this happened, Amel found his anger growing. He struck faster, but Marcos was able to move his head in time. Marcos kicked him in the stomach and sent him back onto his feet.
“I’m warning you Amel and if you continue this, then I will have no choice, but to cripple you. It’s the only way to send a message to the others that they should never go against me and my brother. One of you will have to take that message back with you and apparently it’s going to be you.”
Vanessa could see that Amel was losing focus and that his anger was blinding him to a decisive victory. She’d already seen the Marcos had a weakness in that he favored his left side, more than he did on his right. If Amel were thinking straight, he might’ve been able to see that for himself. Marcos was using psychology to mess with Amel’s mind.
“I was going to hurt you, Marcos, but now I’m going to kill you.” Amel came forward and being overanxious, he found himself stumbling right into the blade of Marcos. It slid into the spot on their body that housed most of their internal organs. The blood loss was significant and even though there was the scent of death in the air, the other brothers could not interfere. Black thick ooze was coming out from Amel’s mouth and then he made one last final strike with his last breath.
With that final swipe, he did finally pierced the skin of Marcos, but not deeply enough to do much damage. Amel died on the floor and the Ellian brothers knew that they could not seek vengeance on this day. They would have to wait, until the eclipse of the moons of Tu’fallian. They grabbed their brother and carried him out of there with a trail of black blood following in his wake.
“I can see the look in Marcos’s eyes. He’s going to have to carry that death with him and I can see that this is not something that he is accustomed to. I need to show him that I don’t see him any differently.”
Vanessa went to Marcos and put her hands around his chest, only to feel his fingers now touching hers. “I didn’t mean to kill him and that was never my intention. I just wanted to make him hobble back to the others. I always knew that I would have to fight for the honor of family, but I never knew what kind of price I had to pay.”
She turned him to face her and then he got the shock of his life by a kiss that took him quite by surprise. It did not erase what he did, but it did make him concentrate on something else entirely.
“I believe that we can think of something else besides an accidental death. Besides, I think that you know that it was just an accident. I know that might sound like cold comfort, but you didn’t do it out of malice or forethought.” Even during the fight, their manhoods did not diminish more than an inch or so. It was possible that seeing them naked had distracted the Ellian brothers.
“Vanessa is right; brother and you only did what they forced you to do. They didn’t have to come here, but they were desperate and now they are the ones that are going to be shunned by our society.” Michael was behind Vanessa and he was squeezing her ass and pulling the cheeks apart to see those petals split apart. She was already wet and she felt his finger move down the slit and into her again.
“I know that the both of you are trying to make me feel better, but it’s going to take a little while for me to digest the fact that I killed somebody with my own blade.
“I’ve killed before, Marcos and I prayed that you would never feel that kinda weight on your shoulders. It’s not something that somebody can describe to you. It’s the feeling of knowing that a life was gone and you were responsible. I can only tell you that it will get better and that feeling of guilt will turn into a dull ache. You just need to constantly remind yourself that you were doing it for the honor of family.” They were now lifting Vanessa, so that her legs were wrapped around Marcos’s waist.
His staff drove into her with one long persistent stroke. She’d just settled down and was holding her breath, when she felt Michael begin to press forward beside his brother. “I really don’t think I’ll be able to do that.”
“Vanessa, you just need you to relax and then everything will fall into place. You may not think so, but you’d be surprised at what the human body is capable of. Being in this environment, it allows your body to adjust.”
Vanessa tried to stay still, but it was virtually impossible with two cocks trying to rip her apart. Her self lubricating walls were paving the way. She thought that it was an impossibility, but then her eyes went wide. She had no choice and she bit into the shoulder of Marcos.
“I can see why nobody has been able to say with some definitive explanation what this feels like. You don’t know, until you are in a position to feel it yourself. You’re right, Marcos, Vanessa is more than I could ever hope for. She’s tight, wet and so damn hot that she’s most likely going to leave a permanent burn along my shaft.”
Vanessa could do nothing, but hang there in the air with both of these guys penetrating her. They did not move and when they finally did, it was like they were taking her on a roller-coaster ride. She bounced up and down and he actually found herself throwing her hands in the air like she would if she was on a roller-coaster.
“I’m fucking cumming… I’ve never felt like this…before… YESSSSS.” They easily held her up and she began to squirt like a fire hose all over their members. It was too good to last, but that moment was more than she could ever imagine. It was like
a wet dream come true and the harsh reality of knowing that she would always be here was now finally sinking in. She thought that she was going to miss earth, but then she realized she had everything here that she was looking for.
She did not have to worry about working and she had multiple canvases that she could draw inspiration from for her photographer.
“If I thought that she was tight before, then I definitely didn’t see anything yet. That’s absolutely amazing. I hope that you’re feeling the same thing as me, Michael.”
They held her there and used her body for their own personal pleasures, while at the same time knowing that this would make them a family. It was almost like they all came to the same conclusion. Vanessa would not be able to pick one over the other and for the first time in Tu’fallian history, the brothers would make a precedent of having one woman between them. There was no law against it, although they would most likely be looked upon as different. It’s not like they didn’t know what that felt like, because being twins was an abomination in the eyes of those that saw them every day.
“I’m cumming again.” Vanessa began to tremble and soon she was shaking with such force that they thought for sure that they were hurting her. That was not the case and she was now feeling an intense pleasure that almost kept her from feeling the two boys getting off themselves.
“I think I’m going to…
“I’m right with you, Michael…
“AHHHHHHHH.” That one long moan was a combination of both brothers’ voices at the same time. They let loose with the cream that was filling their balls. Each one of them had an overabundance stored up and they had no problem giving her their injection of love.
Vanessa felt it deep inside her and she knew instinctively that she would soon have their baby. She would want for nothing and her baby would be loved by parents that were of mixed species.
They lowered her to the ground and then they stumbled back and lay there on the cold floor looking at the ceiling. She lay down in between them and suddenly the ceiling was gone and in its place was a medley of stars. She grabbed for her camera and at first she took pictures of the expressions on the boys’ faces. Then she turned her attention towards the sky above. This was exactly where she wanted to be and her only regret was that she didn’t get a chance to tell her sister goodbye. It was her price to pay for staying here. She was at home in both of their arms and had no intention of leaving paradise.
THE END
FOR BAD BOY SPORTS ROMANCE LOVERS
ROCKSTAR
BOOK – 1
Chapter 1
“We’ve been in this classroom for too long, as it is. It’s time that some of you get some basic experience about what it’s like to be a journalist. I have been testing all of you from the moment you came in those doors five months ago. I have picked a few suitable candidates to take on various roles. This will be primarily a freelance opportunity, but could have your article being read in many magazines and newspapers. It all depends on what kind of subject matter that you end up having at the end of the assignment.” Professor Nicholas Williams had always had an affinity for teaching students in a different way. There was a place for academia in the classroom, but his main focus was getting them to see the real world.
Samantha a young blonde temptress had the boys clamoring to sit beside her, except she really didn’t give them the time of day. Knowing what her mother went through and how quickly she got pregnant at such an early age was not something that she wanted to repeat in history. She had no interest in having babies, at least not until she had her career on the right track. Unfortunately, this made her look like she was standoffish, but underneath the cool exterior was a hot blooded woman ready to pounce on anything that had two legs.
Samantha was an only child and that afforded her the opportunity to have the love of both of her parents. She had never considered herself to be a party girl and her idea of a good time was watching a silly movie on a Saturday night. She found truth within words and that was what led her to the profession of being a journalist. She was learning a lot, but she had this need that superseded all others. There was something in her life that was missing and that excitement from a first kiss or story that was about to be broken was yet to be received.
“… Samantha Maxwell.” At the sound of her name, Samantha looked up with her nondescript glasses hanging from the edge of her nose. “… I have a very special assignment just for you. I want you to stop by my office before the end of the day and then I will go over the details with you. I think that you’ll find this assignment to be rewarding, challenging and above all something that will take you outside of your comfort zone. I think out of the three that I have chosen to take on these assignments, I believe that this moment will benefit you greatly in life and in your personal pursuits.” Professor Nicholas Williams had seen how Samantha had acted during the last couple of months
“I was hoping that this was going to happen. A small part of me wants to run the other way, but there’s that bigger part that wants to stretch my wings creatively. I know that my professor would never steer me wrong. He has been looking out for me and I don’t think that this time is going to be a different. He wants me to be the best at what I do. He’s giving me the tools to make sure that I get a leg up on the competition. I don’t think that I could ask of anything else from a professor. I’m glad that I didn’t fall into the trap of finding myself with a crush. I consider him a good friend and a confidant, but that is, as far as it will ever go.” She was the only one that had thought of him, as only a teacher, where most of the other female students wanted more than anything to find out if his gift with the word translated into the bedroom.
Not wasting any time, Samantha went directly to his office and stood there at his doorway. She watched him hen pecking at his computer and biting his bottom lip at the same time. “I know that this might seem a little anxious, but I’m very curious to know what you have in mind for me, professor.” She was wearing a peasant blue blouse that was open at the neck to show the medallion of Ying and Yang around her neck. Her long blond hair was almost platinum in the right light. She stood at 5’4, 120 pounds with the kind of hourglass figure that made her the object of many fantasies on campus.
“I hate these computers. I know that I should get on board with technology, but I just can’t find it in me to want to write my memoirs on a computer. I feel that I need to go back to the old school of typing. I think that you’ve come to realize that there are times that you have to dust off some old favorites. I find it a testament to my teaching technique that you’re carrying that note book.” He didn’t believe in the tablet and he had no interest in teaching his students how to take shortcuts. “I don’t want to burden you with this assignment, but I think that it will give you a new perspective. You’ve always wanted to move past your limitations and this assignment will do that.”
Samantha looked at the professor with his tweed jacket and the elbow patches to indicate that his day in the sun was slowly coming to an end. Retirement was close in his future and his tenure would be over within a couple of years. He had a full mane of white hair that was pulled back into a hippie kind of ponytail. His glasses were that of the bifocal era. He had a wisdom that went beyond those that he taught and he had no problem showing them the error of their ways.
“I have to admit that you have my curiosity piqued. You know that I’m not very comfortable with public speaking. You’ve probably been shaking your head throughout these months that I would even consider going into a profession that would have me in the spotlight. I guess I’ve always been drawn to finding out the truth. Maybe it all stems from the fact that I was adopted. Don’t get me wrong, my parents are the greatest in the world and being part of their family was something that I will always cherish. They were the ones that taught me the difference between right and wrong. I can’t fault them for that. They never considered me anything, but their daughter and I never considered them anything more than my parents.” “They a
re and always will be my way of grounding myself. I will never forget where I came from, no matter if I become famous or not. That hometown quality has been ingrained into my psyche. There’s no way that I could possibly lose that.”
“I’m hoping that this will either push you to reach for the stars, or will finally make you realize that this profession is not for everyone. I’ve done this experiment every year and only one has come back at the end of the assignment. I’m hoping that it’s going to be you, but there’s really no way to tell. I have a friend that can get you in to interview with the next up and coming football star. He is right now being courted by several NFL teams, but his parents are adamant that he stick with college, until the end of the term. He’s known to be brash and confident. His name is Judson Nielsen. You probably don’t know him, but you’re about to get intimately acquainted.”
“Um… I don’t know if this is the right assignment for me. I’ve never had aspirations to interview sports stars. To be honest, I never really found any enjoyment in any kind of sports growing up.” “I don’t know why I’m arguing. He’s never going to change his mind. He wants me to do this, so that I can work through some of my shy tendencies. He thinks by throwing a cocky football player at me that I will find out what I’m made of.” “I’m going to have to do my research on him. I’ve come to believe that being forewarned is better than being blindsided. I need to know what I’m coming up against.” As if an answer to her prayers, he passed a file over his desk.