My Alien's Baby

by Stasia Black

  I look at her now. We are in her bed, a new dawn just beginning to light the sky outside the window. The connection between us was stronger than ever when we mated again. Each time I see little bit further inside her. We share a little bit more of each other.

  Soon enough, I will know her completely. I will know why the little frowns sometimes cross her face. I will learn how to make her as happy as she makes me. I will be the best mate anyone has ever known.

  I will not lose what I have just found. Fortune be damned.

  Ana’s pink hair fans out on the pillow around her petite face. Why is it that color? I haven’t seen any other humans with hair that is such a hue. It doesn’t surprise me, though. My Ana is unique. Her features are so delicate. Her little nose upturns at the end. The hair of her eyebrows is so delicate and defined. Humans have fur in such funny places.

  And then there are her lush, pink lips that so entice me. I want to lick them right now, or perhaps draw back the coverings and suckle her teats.

  She reacts so beautifully when I manipulate them with my tongue. Or my teeth. I need only suckle her nipple and then her scent will release into the air and she will begin to make the pleasure noises, before I have even touched her ever-glistening sex.

  Even thinking such thoughts has my cocks descending. Cocks. That is what she prefers to call them. I like it. I like the hungry way she touches them even better.

  And when I am inside her body and she clenches around me—

  I don’t mean to groan aloud but Ana stirs the sheets and her eyes blink lazily open.

  She smiles as soon as she sees my face.

  But then she sits up abruptly in bed.

  She flips on the light on her bedside table and examines her arms frantically. My stomach goes sour.

  She is looking for scales and like yesterday morning, they are nowhere to be found. I didn’t even think of it as I was gazing at her moments ago.

  “Ana,” I try to say but she sits up and swings her legs off the side of the bed, her back to me.

  “It’s fine,” she says. The unsteady quiver in her voice says the opposite. As does her heaving back.

  My chest is being cracked open like a najac fruit. I cannot stand her being in pain. “Please, Ana, tell me how I can help.”

  She shakes her head back and forth, her pink hair catching the first rays of morning light as dawn breaks.

  Her rejection is unacceptable. I must fix this.

  I leap off the bed and hurry around it, crouching at her feet and grasping her hands. Her eyes are squeezed shut but I hold her hands tight.

  “Ana, my mate, your pain is my pain. I’m so sorry I have failed to implant a kit inside you.”

  She shakes her head again and her eyes open, shining with the tears that I now hate. I only want her smiles or for her eyes to water in the throes of pleasure. This sadness I cannot bear.

  “I just don’t understand,” she whispers despairingly. “I should be ovulating. It’s the right time of month. I track everything on a calendar. I don’t know why it’s not working.”

  I squeeze her hands again.

  “We will mate all day long, then,” I say fiercely. “We will not leave this bed until you are impregnated with my kit.”

  She laughs and pulls her hands away from mine to swipe at her tears. “God, I’m sorry. I’m being so stupid.” She covers her face with her hands and breathes out heavily. “Okay, ignore me.” She lowers her hands and shakes them out. “I’m being dumb and needy.”

  “I do not like these words. Stupid. Dumb.” I frown. “They are not words for my Ana. If you have needs then I will fulfill them.”

  I lift her and lay her back on the bed, then hover over her. “And if a kit needs implanting, then we must provide more seed.”

  A small smile curves her lips and she lifts a hand to caress my cheek. “Are you real, Ezosish?”

  I lean into her touch and savor the sound of my full name on her tongue. I can’t remember the last time anyone called me by it.

  “If this is a dream, then I will see to it that we never wake.” And then I kiss her with all I have within me.

  Chapter Ten

  Ana

  “Tell me more.” Ezo’s eyes sparkle as he props himself up on his elbow and gazes into my eyes.

  After having sex for the second time this morning, I prepared us a little breakfast in bed. We just finished eating our bagels, eggs and bacon, all of which delighted Ezo, especially the bacon. He’s been grilling me about my life and all things Earth throughout breakfast and now afterwards, both of us lounging against the pillows.

  “I don’t know. High school was just…high school. People tend to separate out into groups. The cool kids. The nerds. The band kids. The jocks. The emo artist types.”

  “Like castes,” Ezo nods. “You must stay with your own kind.”

  “Huh. Maybe a little. But I don’t think it’s like you’re talking about.” Juliet told me about the whole Draci caste system and it sounded medieval.

  Ezo frowns so I continue. “Like me and my sister. She was in the popular crowd. But I wasn’t.”

  “What caste were you in, then?”

  I bite my lip. “I’m not sure I really fit in anywhere. I had some acquaintances. And Juliet and Giselle were always my friends but Giselle was a cheerleader, so she was always busy and Juliet checked out for a while after her sister died… I tried to be there for her but she shut us out. So for a while I didn’t really have anyone.”

  “You were lonely.” Ezo reaches forward and brushes a stray lock of hair back from my face.

  I nod.

  “I was lonely for many years, too.”

  I wait for him to say more but he doesn’t.

  “Anyway,” I try to lighten the subject. “It got better after high school.” I decide not to mention college. “I got a job, discovered my own sense of personal style,” I smile and lift up a lock of my pink hair, “got a group of friends and started to enjoy life.” In part because my sister went to Stanford and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t living in her shadow.

  “Tell me about it. Enjoying life.”

  I giggle. “I don’t know, going out to see movies. Going to concerts and listening to musicians play.”

  Ezo’s eyes light up at that. “I have listened to Earth music. It is very strange.”

  “Oh really? What’d you listen to?”

  His brow pinches and he looks towards the ceiling. “Let me see if I remember. I listened to many prominent Earth musicians. The female with the spear. I think she was British. Or her name sounded like Britain?”

  I think for a second. “Wait, do you mean… Britney Spears?”

  His eyes light up. “Yes! Her.” Then his brows furrow again. “Though I do not understand why she wanted to hit the baby repeatedly.”

  I crack up, laughing so hard I can barely breathe. “No,” I try to say between heaving breaths. “That’s not what it means.” But then I imagine Ezo listening to Hit Me Baby One More Time up on his spaceship and go into a new round of laughter.

  “Here,” I say, jumping up from the bed and plugging my phone into the little speakers on my desk in the corner. “Let’s listen to some music that’s actually good.” I scroll through my music and push play on my favorite Civil Wars album.

  Ezo listens intently. His head nods along to the beat of Barton Hollow. “I like this. Draci musicians make very different kinds of music.”

  Now I’m insanely curious. “What kind?”

  He tilts his head. “Our music is mainly percussive, with occasional vocals. It is usually only the males that sing, as part of the mating customs.”

  “Do you sing?”

  Ezo looks down at the bed. “Not for a long time. At least not where anyone could hear me.”

  I bounce on the bed. “Come on, you have to sing for me! Please?” I attempt my best pouty face.

  Ezo laughs and gives in. He sits up on the bed and averts his eyes from me. “I only know the old Draci hymn
s.”

  “That’s great, please, I want to hear.” Doesn’t he get that I want to know everything about him?

  He’s clearly nervous as he swipes his hands on his thighs and still refuses to meet my gaze, but then he begins to sing. It’s quiet at first but his voice gets stronger and stronger as he goes.

  And it’s the most beautiful, haunting thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

  He singing in his own language and it’s a strange combination of hissing noises and hard, sibilant consonants. But his voice is a pure, gorgeous tenor that raises the hairs on my arms and makes my heart ache.

  He sings for several minutes before finally lingering on a last melancholic note.

  “Oh Ezo,” I reach out and grasp his hand. “That was so beautiful. What was it about?”

  His bright blue eyes flick towards mine. “It is about longing for home after all has been lost in battle.”

  Again, he doesn’t say more but I sense a deep well of sorrow. I don’t think he’s had an easy life. I hope one day he’ll open up to me but right now? Right now all I want to do is comfort him and ease the sorrow I see in his eyes.

  I lean forward and slowly, gently kiss him. Our lovemaking so far this morning was quick and a little frantic but now I want to take it slow. I climb over his lap, straddling him where he sits back against the headboard.

  Immediately, I feel him harden beneath me.

  I caress his cheeks as I kiss his lips, then along his jaw line and finally his earlobe. “You’re home now,” I whisper and the shudder that wracks his body makes a wave of heat spill through me.

  We’re already naked so there’s no barrier between us. I reach down and position his bottom cock at my entrance.

  He sucks in a deep breath as I settle down on him, inch by slow inch. His other cock provides the most delicious friction against my clit and soon it’s me shuddering in his arms.

  No one makes me feel as complete, as new, as this man does. My lips seek his again and as the first drops of precum leak inside me, I’m catapulted into his mind and heart. His gratitude fills me to the brim.

  It’s far too soon, but the ridiculous word still pings through my head: love.

  Chapter Eleven

  Ezo

  I awaken to the most delicious scent I have ever smelled.

  My eyes pop open and I immediately turn in bed to look for Ana.

  She is there, smiling at me with a wicked gleam in her eyes. She lies on top of the covers but there is something all over her body. A dark, sweetly addictive smelling substance that she must have dribbled over herself while I slept.

  “Want a taste?” She arches an eyebrow.

  I blink, my erections immediately stirring to life again even though they have been put to so much use today already. So much so that I must have passed out without meaning to after our last time together.

  And now I wake to this, the most beautiful female in the universe, teats lathered in the most delicious smelling—

  My eyes pop open wide, my heart beat accelerating in excitement. “Is that…chocolate?”

  She grins and it is the most beautiful sight. “Yep.”

  I’m on her in an instant, though I’m careful not to smudge any of the precious substance.

  I lick curiously at the very tip of her teat. She sucks in a sharp breath as flavor explodes over my senses.

  It is rich and smooth and sweet and bitter and it dissolves on my tongue, too quickly gone. I lap at her again. And then again.

  It is the most exquisite thing I have ever tasted or scented in my entire life, second only to Ana’s pussy juices.

  But then my head snaps up, because sure enough when I look, I see that she has also drizzled chocolate over her sex. I can experience both of my new favorite flavors at once.

  I move down the bed possibly faster than I’ve ever moved in my life. I must taste her essence combined with the chocolate.

  I lap at her and oh, ohhhhh—

  Ancients, I cannot—

  I lick more, harder, and with every sweep of my tongue, more of Ana’s juices flow. I feel her pleasure, as alive and explosive as my own, amping every sensation up a thousand times higher. My hands tremble as I clutch her hips. I cannot lick fast enough. I need more. I need every drop of her.

  It’s not long before I have licked her flesh clean of chocolate, but then her hands push my head out of the way. I’m about to balk but then I see she is pouring more chocolate sauce over herself, a long fountainous drizzle that cascades down her pussy and slips between her folds.

  I all but knock the bottle out of her hands in my eagerness to taste her again. My erections dig into the bed as I lick and suckle. Every lungful is Ana, every sweep of my tongue.

  I feel her, taste her, know her.

  It’s rising, so high and so hard. Her orgasm and mine.

  Oh God, yes, yes— Keep doing th—

  Right there. Oh fuck, yes.

  Her hands tangle in my hair. Fingernails dig into my scalp. I want to beg for her to grip me harder, to yank at my hair, but I don’t dare pull away. I’m too busy slurping up tongue-fulls of Ana and her chocolate.

  When I lick up the last ounce of chocolate, I can’t stand it anymore. Her need is too loud in my head.

  I crawl up the bed and thrust into her more roughly than I ever have before.

  “Yes!” she cries out. “Fuck me, Ezo. Jesus Christ, I want you to fuck me so hard.”

  Have to fuck her.

  Harder, she wants it harder. I feel it. She’s crying out for it.

  Her desire electrifies my fucking balls. She squeezes and clenches around me. Oh, oh, oh—

  I pull out and thrust back in, my hips slapping against hers in an animal rhythm. I’m fucking her with my top cock and the bottom one slides along her ass, the tip jamming forcefully into the bed with every thrust but the pain only fuels my need.

  I shift her legs so that her ankles are over my shoulders and plunge in even deeper.

  We both groan and then her fingers claw into my back. “Yes,” I demand, “Mark me as yours.”

  She digs in even harder and my cock grows inside her to impossible lengths.

  “Ezosish,” she cries, her voice high-pitched. “I’m— I’m—”

  But I can feel it. We’re racing toward that insane mountain peak together.

  I punch into her harder still and her pussy contracts around me. My spine lights and my stomach tightens.

  Ana pulls me down and drowns her scream of pleasure with my mouth.

  I roar, my spine splitting, cum spurting so hard inside her it’s more a flood than a stream. Her spasm rocks us at the same time, so hard and so deep from the foundations within her, I collapse to my elbows, clutching her to me else we get lost amidst the storm.

  “I’m here,” I whisper over and over. “I’m with you.” I need her to hear my voice. I must caress and surround her in every way possible.

  Her arms around my neck clutch me back with as much desperation.

  I’ve known her such a short time but need her so much already.

  “Ezosish, I—” she breaks off.

  “What? What is it, my mate?”

  She doesn’t answer, but just nuzzles into my neck and holds me tighter still. “I’m afraid,” she finally whispers.

  She is? “Of what?” I try to pull back so that I can see her face but she doesn’t let me. She keeps her face buried in my neck.

  “What if I don’t get pregnant?”

  I frown, confused. “Why wouldn’t you?”

  “I don’t know. But if there’s something wrong with me? What if I’m not good enough?”

  I don’t see how the two thoughts are connected but I hold her closer still. “It doesn’t matter if we cannot create a kit.” As I say it, I know it to be true in my heart. I know what my mission here is—to provide more hybrid children to continue the Draci race—but I don’t care. “You are my mate. That is all that matters.”

  Ana is my family now.

  And
no one will take her from me.

  Chapter Twelve

  Ana

  No scales appear on my body that night. Or the next day. Or the next.

  I’m afraid they never will. But I refuse to be a downer when I’m experiencing the happiest days of my entire life.

  Ezo is…

  I sigh dreamily, smiling like an idiot while I watch him run his hands over every piece of clothing in the Target’s men section. Every so often he surreptitiously leans over and licks a shirt to ‘scent’ it.

  I decided after three days almost nonstop in bed it was time to brave the outside world again. We needed food and I figured while we were at it we could get Ezo some better clothes. He only had those ill-fitting sweatpants and t-shirts.

  Don’t get me wrong. Not even sweatpants could hide the magnificence of his fucking amazing body.

  But watching him try on a pair of Levis with his ass that just won’t quit? Hot damn. His is an ass that was meant for bluejeans. I’m tempted to drag him right back home, even though I promised him we’d go to a dessert shop so he could taste different kinds of chocolates besides the Ghiardelli’s sauce we’ve all but used up at home.

  My cheeks go hot even at the memories.

  “Should I try this on?” Ezo holds up a polkadot sweater.

  I shake my head no adamantly.

  “But the scent is so pleasing,” he says, eyes pleading. He can’t quite grasp the idea that fashion is more about looks than scent.

  I sidle up to his side. “Babe. Do you want to wear something that has me wanting to rip it off you?” His eyes darken at my words. “Or something that smells good for just the first week after you buy it? Because long-lasting scent is going to be more about the detergent we use. And I promise to let you pick out any detergent you want. Cross my heart.” I make the motion over my chest.

  He stares down at me with an intensity that heats my blood. “I like this idea of you ripping these human coverings off of me very much. Why don’t you come with me into this closet so we can practice?” He gestures towards the changing rooms and I stifle a giggle.