Tamed by the Alien Overlords

by Renee Bond

  “Careful,” I said. “You’re going to make me cry again.”

  Sandora laughed.

  “We can’t have that!” he said.

  “No, we certainly can’t,” said another voice.

  Lenth’s voice.

  I hadn’t noticed him approach. But now that he’d spoken, I realized that he was lying on the bed with us, right behind me.

  Chapter 28

  Liza

  Fuck.

  I didn’t know if I could take any more!

  I’d just been through the two most intense sexual experiences of my life. And now I was expected to have sex with the biggest Domann I’d ever seen. Maybe the biggest one, period.

  “It’s ok that you’re feeling overwhelmed,” Sandora said.

  I took a deep breath.

  “Well, sure,” Lenth said. “But why bother?”

  I turned. Squinted at him. Not really understanding his meaning.

  Then I rolled onto my back, positioning myself between the two Domann. Neither of whom seemed to have any issue with being in the same bed together, with Sandora still naked, his cock covered in my wetness.

  “Why bother what?” I asked.

  “Feeling overwhelmed,” Lenth answered.

  “Oh, here we go,” said Sandora wryly. “The wisdom of the combat grunt.”

  “I’m serious,” said Lenth, with a smile that informed me that he wasn’t all that serious. “Why bother feeling overwhelmed? What’s that going to get you?”

  I can’t say I totally understood the question.

  “Feelings aren’t something you choose,” I said.

  “Not completely,” said Lenth. “But you can definitely overcomplicate them. Like right now, I could be wondering if I’m going to be able to make you scream as loudly as Karkan and Sandora just did. But, what’s the point? I’d much rather just concentrate on the fact that you’re a fucking sexy woman, and how fucking you is going to feel great!”

  I opened my mouth to argue.

  But realized… that I didn’t want to.

  “I can sense that you two have a lot to discuss,” said Sandora. “So I’ll give you a bit of space. Only, if you get bored trying to get this airhead to say something meaningful, just give me a shout,” he finished with a smile.

  “Take your too-deep emotional analysis out of here,” said Lenth. “Our mate and I aren’t going to be using our brains for awhile!”

  A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.

  It was certainly a seductive notion. That I… just switch it all off. That I don’t fucking bother to think about fucking three of what used to be my enemy. That I don’t bother to try to figure out how the hell I was supposed to be with three partners at once.

  “You have an absolutely gorgeous body,” Lenth said as he slid over towards me. “And, as luck would have it… so do I!”

  I couldn’t help but laugh at that.

  And look at that. Lenth’s hand was already gently cupping the mound of my pussy.

  He hadn’t worked up to that. He’d just done it, without calling any attention to it. As if it was the most natural thing in the world.

  And… I liked it.

  It felt easy. Light. Playful.

  Good.

  “Don’t think,” he said. “That’s a damn order.”

  “What if I-” I began.

  His hand gave a yummy little squeeze, causing me to lose my train of thought.

  “The more you think, the more complicated this is going to be,” he said lightly. Teasingly. “And who the hell wants that? Wouldn’t you rather we just use these wonderful bodies of ours to make each other feel amazing? Doesn’t that sound better than a long, uselessly complicated discussion?”

  “It… maybe,” I said. “But what if I can’t stop thinking? What if I don’t stop feeling?”

  “Then just pretend you’re an animal,” Lenth said. “That’s what we are, basically. Trust me, with a little practice, you’ll find that your feelings can be as complicated, or as simple, as you want them to be.”

  “It sounds… nice,” I said. And I meant it.

  “Trust me, it is,” Lenth said.

  That’s when I noticed that something about Lenth’s easygoing attitude was… I don’t know, infectious. Almost like I was instinctively trying to do exactly what he was suggesting.

  “Shit, you’re a soldier,” Lenth said, as his hand began moving. Gently stroking my… well, shit, my everywhere. My thighs, hips, stomach, chest, breasts, arms, neck. It felt… light. Almost friendly. Uncomplicated.

  And good. Quite good.

  “Just pretend I’m a Domann commando raiding your base,” he said, “and set your feelings aside for when you’ve got time for them. And if you don’t ever get around to them… they’ll be fine.”

  “If you’re a Domann commando,” I said, turning my head to face him, “and I’m still a soldier, then I’m afraid it’s going to be tough for you to fuck me, since I’ll be murdering you.”

  “Oh?” asked Lenth. “You think you’re up to it? You think you can stop me from raiding your base, little human?”

  His hand reached back down to my crotch.

  I burst out laughing.

  “I’ve heard it called many things,” I said, “But never that!”

  “Ah, who cares what it’s called?” asked Lenth. “All I care about is making it feel good. And I’ve got just the weaponry to get the job done.”

  His attitude, his spirit, was making me feel lighter than I had in days.

  And his gentle rubbing was having an effect.

  I was feeling close to him.

  I… was feeling fucking turned on by him.

  I let my eyes wander up and down his massive body. He must have weighed better than three hundred pounds, all of it muscle - and metal bones. Let’s not forget those. That muscle… it was like it was whispering to me. Speaking directly to my brain.

  I reached out. Placed my hand on his abs.

  He flexed them. They practically jumped around under his skin.

  I laughed again.

  Then he grabbed me and, just as easily as you please, hauled me up on top of him! I found myself laying on him, with him on his back, and our stomachs together, my legs straddling him.

  My mouth fell open.

  Seeing this, he grinned and winked.

  His cock was… otherworldly. I could feel its sheer girth even through the fabric of his kilt. It wasn’t terribly hard… but I could feel it getting harder. And growing even bigger as it did.

  “That’s quite the orbital cannon you’re packing,” I said. Genuinely intimidated.

  “Just you wait until it starts firing,” he returned.

  I managed to laugh. As did he.

  It was stupid. We were being stupid.

  And it felt fucking great.

  Both of his hands were working on me now. Rubbing just a bit harder than before. Here and there, he would give little squeezes. On my hips and ass, mainly.

  “I’ve got a… combat logistics, question,” I said.

  “It had better not actually be about that,” he said.

  “How exactly do you think I’m going to fit your big gun into my little ship? I mean, I’m

  not exactly petite, but I honestly don’t think I can, um, accommodate you.”

  “You’d be surprised what a person can adapt to,” he said. “Given the right motivation.”

  “Um, I think physics is going to come into play here,” I countered.

  “I tell you what, little lady,” he said. “If you don’t want to try, you don’t have to.”

  That genuinely startled me.

  “But,” he said, “you have to at least take it out and play with it a bit. See how you like it. Maybe give it a kiss”

  I burst out laughing.

  He was just so damn casual! It was as if nothing he said carried any weight.

  “It’s not like I’m trying to decide whether or not to adopt a dog!” I said.

  “Well, pr
etend it is,” he countered. “Take it for a walk. Scratch it behind the ears. And if you don’t get along? No hard feelings.”

  My eyes narrowed.

  “What’s the catch?” I asked.

  “The catch,” he said with a grin, “is that it’s unbearably cute. You’re not going to be able to resist!”

  I laughed again.

  “Ok, it’s a deal,” I said.

  “Good. Among the Domann, we seal business deals - like this one - with a kiss on the lips.”

  “That’s not true!”

  “How would you know?” he countered. “Are you really going to risk offending me?”

  A naughty feeling crept up my spine.

  “I wouldn’t dream of it,” I said, licking my lips.

  I kissed him. Not slowly. Not tenderly. Not… anything, really. I just kissed him. Like it was no big deal.

  He kissed me back.

  And just like that, we were making out.

  He gripped my ass tight.

  Started massaging.

  A deep, relaxing pressure poured over my pelvis, infusing my pussy.

  Causing it to clench.

  I moaned.

  A deep, aroused rumble issued from deep inside him.

  Since we were in no hurry, our foreplay lasted quite a while. Plenty long enough for me to appreciate what an amazing kisser Lenth was.

  Then, suddenly, I’d had enough. I was feeling… naughty.

  With a wide grin, I pushed myself up off his chest. Then worked my way back, so that his pelvis was in front of me, while I straddled his legs.

  He was nice enough to undo his belt for me.

  When I moved it aside, I was greeted by one of the natural wonders of the galaxy.

  It was like a cartoon. Like a twelve-year-old boy’s idea of what a big dick looks like.

  “How the hell do you fight with this thing?” I asked incredulously.

  “How do you think I keep my balance so well?” He asked.

  I couldn’t help but laugh.

  Then… I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to ride that monster.

  “Told you it was cute,” Lenth said.

  “You were right,” I said.

  Then, a notion struck me. And I didn’t stop to think.

  I just leaned over and put it in my mouth.

  “What are you doing?” Lenth asked, an almost-worried tone creeping into his voice.

  Laughing isn’t easy with your mouth full. So I came up for air.

  “What, you’ve never had a blowjob before?” I asked.

  “A what?” he asked.

  “Hm,” I said. “I think you’re going to like this. Just try to relax.”

  It was his turn to laugh.

  “You’re catching on quick,” he said.

  I had to really stretch my jaw, as wide open as it could go. But I managed to get the whole head in my mouth. Taking his mighty shaft in both hands, rubbing it in time with my sucking, I did my best. I really did.

  By the sound of his contented sighs, I think my best was more than good enough.

  And do you know what?

  I liked it.

  It was a really huge penis. I like those. And dammit, that was all I needed to know about that. I pretended like it was my favorite toy, for a while. Then, just as Lenth had said, it was like my brain just clicked off. And I didn’t need to justify it. Didn’t need to consider if I felt loved, or if I loved Lenth. I just sucked his cock. And it made me horny.

  Actually… really horny.

  After a while, I realized that there was something else Lenth had been right about.

  I wanted to try it.

  As if reading my mind, Lenth wrapped his hand into my hair, pulling my head off of his.

  Pulling me up towards his face.

  When he kissed me, it was savage. He pressed my head into his as though I was a planet, and he was conquering me. Yet another rumble came from deep in his throat - and this time I realized that it was his giant-person’s version of that Domann growl of passion I was getting to know so well.

  Then his other hand was around my leg. Like, his fingers almost wrapped all the way around it. He used his hand to position my ass above and in front of his crotch.

  Then his giant-person’s version of a Domann cock was pressing up against my pussy.

  I hadn’t realized just how wet I’d gotten again.

  Maybe this would work after all?

  Lenth pushed into me more slowly than had either Karkan or Sandora. And thank fuck for that, because his cock hurt a lot more than theirs did!

  But, it actually did fit in.

  For just a moment. Then he brought it back out. Long enough for my aching pussy to relax a little.

  A few more times, he eased himself into, then right back out of me.

  Helping me adjust to him.

  It worked.

  And it was driving me fucking crazy.

  “You ever going to fuck me with that thing, or is it just for show?” I finally asked him.

  Shit, had I really just said that? What was I becoming?

  He laughed. But it wasn’t his normal laugh.

  Like Karkan and Sandora, he was reverting to some primal, utterly dominant version of himself. As such, this laugh was fucking mean.

  Then his cock assaulted my pussy… and this time, it kept going!

  I moaned. And moaned. With each inch, that moaning grew higher and higher pitched.

  I had never felt so full. Shit, I’d thought Karkan and Sandora had filled my pussy with their cocks! And honestly, they had. But this was just a whole other level.

  “I can tell that you’re the kind of filthy fucking slut that won't stop until she takes every fucking inch of my cock deep in her pussy,” Lenth observed. “Isn’t that fucking right?”

  That was, oh-so-obviously, a rhetorical

  “Yes, sir!” I said. I knew the drill by now. I knew what he wanted to hear.

  And it felt good to give it to him.

  He gripped my hips with both his massive hands, holding me in place, and I knew that I was just as immobilized as if I were shackled by thick chains of steel. I let my face sink down to his chest, resting the upper half of my body on his, as he drove himself deeper and deeper into me.

  “Oh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

  “I’m not done with you yet, little lady,” he said. “Not even close!”

  Then, with a motion that actually rocked the bed a little, he began stroking.

  Out. In. Out. In.

  Every motion taking long moments to complete.

  To my overwhelming relief, the pain began fading.

  Began being replaced by a pleasure that threatened to split me in half, right down the middle.

  I’d always thought that women who claimed that bigger was always better were full of shit.

  Now? Not so sure.

  Fuck, it felt like I was a part of him. The sheer volume of sensation Lenth was pouring into me was utterly mind-blowing.

  “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

  I couldn’t help it. And I didn’t want to. I wanted to be loud. I wanted to be a horny animal. I fucking wanted to just embrace the pleasure. To fucking feel good.

  Having already come twice within the last two hours, I could tell that coming again was going to be more of a challenge.

  It was a challenge that Lenth seemed keenly aware of.

  The feeling of his abdominal, pelvic and thigh muscles contracting, expanding, working back and forth, under me, was hypnotic. A turn-on you’ve got to feel to believe. I imagined that I was fucking a cyborg, a thing made only for fighting and fucking. I shivered at the thought, as I realized that Lenth himself really wasn’t far off from that description.

  Then, slowly, he started speeding up.

  Pounding my pussy, in the fullest sense of that word.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck!”

  “Look at me!” Lenth hissed, that Domann sexual dominance on full, frightening, spine-tingling display.

  I di
dn’t even think about not obeying.

  I wanted to obey.

  I’d felt the effects of that dominance twice now. And already, in my mind, it was thoroughly tied to the pleasure it so thoroughly caused.

  I gazed down, into his eyes. The sheer force of his cock flooding into my pussy, causing a tidal wave of pleasure that ripped through every fiber of my being, then gushing back out of me in order to repeat the glorious cycle, caused my head to bob back and forth. It literally made it look like the world was fucking shaking under me.

  “Yes!” I gasped. Wanting him to see my pleasure. Wanting him to see his dominance over me. Wanting him to understand that I was submitting to him. Not because I was afraid. But because I simply knew that it would fucking feel good.

  And you know what?

  I was right.

  It felt fucking amazing.

  He started coming first.

  The feel of his cock speeding up even further, the spreading of that delicious warmth inside me, caused me to follow.

  My whole body, from my exhausted, shaking legs to my quivering arms to my wide-open, gasping, screaming mouth, contorted with the force of my orgasm.

  I felt a few more strokes as our mutual orgasm wound down.

  Then Lenth’s massive arms were crushing me into his torso. Laying me down on top of him, his big cock still hard inside me.

  We clung to each other, like survivors of a shipwreck. Neither of us said anything.

  There was nothing that needed to be said.

  Not for a long time, anyways.

  Then Lenth did finally say something.

  “Ok,” he said. “Time to feel some feelings now.”

  “Oh? How can you tell?” I asked.

  “Because I love you,” he said.

  I lifted my head up to look at him.

  “I don’t think I love you,” he continued. “I’m not starting to love you. I just love you. And I hope someday you’ll feel the same way.”

  His big hand pushed my head back down, before I could even think of saying anything back.

  I didn’t have to say anything back. He wouldn’t be expecting me to. He wasn’t that complicated. Or, at least, he preferred to maintain that he wasn’t.