Abducted by an Alien Savage

by Ivy McAdams

  The thought’s hardly formed in my head before his hands lift to cup my chest. His hard palms press as his thumbs tease my nipples. I lean my head back to push my torso even closer. He answers by lowering his head to take a nipple between his lips.

  The sound in my throat is somewhere between a gasp of surprise and beautiful delight.

  His tongue moves over the bud, sucking and flicking.

  It’s hard to keep my hips from dancing. The heat in my belly and between my legs burns like nothing else.

  Anxious to get him in my hands in return, I try to focus on undressing him.

  Up top, he's only got the bone necklace thing. I gently slip it up over his head, working it away from his thick black hair, and dropping it to the floor. He had to let go of my nipple for me to get it off, and that sucked, but I use the opportunity to push him back on the bed. As he moves, he gazes up at me with an intensity that melts me into a puddle.

  Once he’s lying flat, I glide my hand over the strained front of his loincloth. His cock jumps, and he hums appreciatively, while my fingers tremble.

  Holy shit, that’s hot.

  Then I move to work the laces of his breeches on either hip loose. I need him in my hands, on my tongue, tucked so deep inside me that my toes curl. That cock that throbs especially for me.

  It’s hard to work the little knots when my fingers are shaking with the sheer energy that’s coursing through me. Not to mention his pulsing aura that’s gently but consistently pushing his energized waves into me.

  I peel back the two flaps on his hip and press my lips into his skin. His head falls back onto the bed and his throat moves as he swallows.

  How the hell is that so damn delicious?

  I want to bite into the flesh there beneath his pants as well, but I’m after a bigger fish.

  I slip down to the edge of the bed and tug the bottom of his breeches legs. They slide down quickly and I toss them aside. The loincloth isn’t hiding much that’s left under there, and my stomach feels empty and achy as I stare, so ready to free that bad boy.

  As I stand there, admiring his hard body, his hand goes to the loincloth tie on his hip and releases it, sweeping the flap of leather aside. He tosses it to the floor, but I can’t pull my eyes away from his body to follow his movement.

  The first instant I see him, I’m immediately relieved that it isn’t scary. It’s mostly like any human cock, if the dude was ten feet tall and had some massive feet.

  The thing stands proud, thick and rigid. I’ve never seen anything like it.

  Have mercy.

  My knees buckle a little as I stare. Unabashed, rude even. My mouth may even be hanging open.

  He makes a soft sound in his throat and I manage to lift my eyes. The sly grin on his face is enough to make my pussy clench.

  There’s a subtle tilt to his chin and I realize he’s eyeing my skirt.

  I’ve got to get naked if I’m going to climb up on that thing.

  Oh, hell yes.

  I tuck my thumbs in the waist of the skirt and slip it down my hips. It pools on the floor, and his eyes dance across me. They’re everywhere, and where I normally would feel weird standing naked in front of a guy, I’m loving the way he eats me up silently.

  Then he sits up, rolling to a kneel and holding a hand out for me.

  The green firelight isn’t enough to see him well, but I can still make out the rigid cock between his legs and I reach for it as I slide back into the bed with him. It tenses in my hand and I grip it tight.

  It’s less human-like than I thought with its wide girth and the row of stiff ridges along the top. I run my thumb over them, imagining what they’d feel like in my body.

  A shiver of excitement moves me as I slide my fingers up and down the length of him. I’m not sure what kind of equipment this body can handle, but I can’t wait to try.

  Kovak’s hand moves up my sides, pressing on one of my shoulders as he coaxes me down to the bed. I reluctantly let go of him in hopes he’s ready to use that thing.

  My body is on fire. Aching. As soon as I’m stretched out in the furs, I draw my knees up with a whimper.

  His hand traces down over my stomach and dips in between my legs. His fingertips slide down between my slick folds. I gasp and lift my hips for him. He presses the heel of his hand against my pubic bone, teasing my clit until I gasp again.

  “You’re always so ready for me,” he growls.

  My shoulders quake as his sexy voice teases me just as strongly as his fingers.

  “So ready,” I whisper.

  The sound he makes in his chest makes his energy flicker with need. I can feel it just as strongly as I felt his hungry cock in my hand.

  He slides a couple fingers inside my pussy and I moan. They move in and out, testing me, then curl in farther and hit a button of nerves that makes me jump.

  “Holy shit,” I sputter, breaking out into a sweat.

  These aliens don’t have a G Spot. They have a Fucking A Spot, and he knows where it is.

  The jolt that shoots through me is like a slap to the face. Only a really good one. To my lady parts.

  My hips buck as he strokes it again.

  All the blood in my body has rushed to his fingers and I feel woozy, but there’s no stopping him. And there’s no way in hell that I’d want to.

  Every muscle in my body is on fire, roaring and clenching all at once. I lift higher for him and he pushes my spot again and again.

  His foreplay is a higher notch than most orgasms I’ve experienced, so I have no roadmap for guidance. But when I feel like I might pass out before I’ve come, he slips his fingers free of me and crawls up my body.

  His lips press kisses along my belly, between my breasts, and against my mouth as I gasp for air. He wastes no time slipping between my thighs and plunging that amazingly ridged cock inside me.

  And holy fuck.

  Each of those hard bumps rubs against that damn spot of nerves inside me as he goes in and I about cross over into the holy lands.

  I’m not going to make it.

  I grab handfuls of the furs as I press myself back into the bed.

  If that's going to happen every time…

  He pulls out again and the ridges slide out smoothly. My pussy throbs, to the breaking point but searching for more. When he goes in again, the bumps stroke me repeatedly, punching that button and making me cry out in surprise.

  His cock sinks in completely this time and I feel amazingly full. Perfect. Buzzing and dizzy. I clench my legs around his hips. It forces him deeper to some darker space he couldn’t reach himself, and he groans. A deep throaty sound that leaves me feeling wantonly.

  Holy fuck, this is amazing.

  I tilt my hips against his and he curses under his breath.

  Then he withdraws to surge forward again. The string of ridges is like fire and has me writhing on the bed. He does it again, and my pussy is positively weeping for him. My insides are shattered and shaking. I can’t keep my muscles still.

  Then he begins pumping a steady rhythm and I’m lost. Holy shit, I can’t control my body. My muscles are clenched tight around him and I can barely breathe. I need a release so bad I could die.

  His body glistens in the green light. Beautiful. Sexy. Destroying me.

  My hips lift to meet his thrusts. I need more of him. Need him to fix this excruciating ache inside me. Our voices lift in the darkness. He’s grunting, I’m moaning. I can feel it but I can barely hear him over the blood beating a chaotic rhythm in my ear.

  His energy is shaking and putting all his excitement out into the air. It’s working so hard I almost feel as if I can see it. It presses on me just as hard as he is, crashing down on me in a fucking tsunami of euphoria.

  Then my body responds to them both, filling my head with beautiful colors and abstract feelings of adoration, and tensing up like a fucking spring that’s getting ready to pop. He thrusts deep with a shuddering groan that shakes his body, and his cock tightens and jumps withi
n me as he comes. The spring in my muscles snaps and explodes, sending me into an orgasm that rocks my entire body. The fire within me surges forth, searing my skin and erupting all around him.

  I gasp for breath as my head hits the bed and my eyes roll back in my skull.

  What the fuck just happened?

  Kovak’s energy waves settle into a calm lull, relaxed and peaceful, like swaying in a hammock in the breeze. It ebbs and flows over me as if I’m sitting on the beach with the small ocean waves rolling up and over my feet.

  Even while I fight to catch my breath, it’s an amazingly tranquil feeling.

  My body has been utterly rocked. I’ve never experienced anything like it, and at the moment, the only better feeling is when Kovak lowers himself next to me and wraps a big arm around my still trembling body and pulls me up against his chest.

  I smile and close my eyes, tucking my arms around his and snuggling into his warmth.

  When sleep knocks on my door, I welcome it with big, open arms.

  Chapter 16

  Gemma

  The morning screeches wake me from a dead sleep, but it’s not as alarming as yesterday. The neighborhood dino-roosters are at it again, but this time I just smile and settle back into the furs.

  It's warm in here and I'm more comfortable than I've ever been in my life. Kovak's body is pressed into my back, his arm draped over me and tucked in close. Even breaths tickle the back of my neck, and there is something hard lodged in tight against my ass.

  Recalling the magic that thing can do has my eyes fluttering closed and I let go of a long, relaxed sigh.

  Last night was like riding my favorite roller coaster twelve times back to back. While being exquisitely handled by all three of my prior lovers at once. If they were half as good as Kovak.

  My head swims as the memory rushes back.

  Being with the warrior captain was even better than all that.

  I understand what mindblown means now.

  Or maybe mindfuck, because wow.

  I decide on all of the above. And I can’t wait to do it again.

  If last night was the most delicious thing I’ve ever experienced, I can say this morning is the most satisfying. Lying in his arms tucked against his heartbeat is like eating an entire chocolate pie by myself. It’s sweet and fulfilling, and while maybe not the best thing for me, that’s not something I’m going to think about right now.

  I’m just going to enjoy my damn pie.

  The second round of screeches gets to Kovak. He shifts and rolls a little. That rock hard cock moves against my hip, and the surge of wet between my legs is nearly instant.

  What the hell?

  It’s both shocking and titillating that my body reacts so quickly to him.

  I like it.

  When his arm tightens around me and his aura begins to glow warm, I roll to my back within his embrace. His eyes are open and he props himself up on his other arm to look down at me. There is so much in his gaze I can barely read it all.

  Hunger, like mine. But also contentment, affection, relief. All the things coursing through me I see reflected back at me, or I at least feel it growing in his energy.

  As I gaze up at him, his fingers graze down the side of my jaw.

  “Good morning.” His voice is deep and rough with sleep.

  Music to my ears.

  I smile up at him. “Good morning to you.”

  He lowers his head to touch his forehead to mine.

  “Thank you,” he murmurs.

  My brow creases a fraction. “What for?”

  “I’ve never experienced a mixing of energy waves like that before. I must say, it’s changed the way I view a few things in life.”

  The ghost of a smile tugging on his lips is hot. I can’t help but smile back.

  “Oh yeah?”

  He nods, fingers tickling down the scales on my temple and into the hair over my ear. “Yes. If pleasure and exhilaration like that are possible in life, then I have been living all wrong.”

  My insides clench as a nervous excitement radiates through me.

  “I don’t think feelings like that exist on Earth.”

  His chuckle is low and sexy. “Then I’m glad you have come here to find them.”

  Holy hell, I can’t believe I’m going to say it, but― “I am too.”

  His nose slides along mine, tantalizingly slow and soft. Then he kisses me.

  It’s so different than the hungry needy ones we shared last night. It sends fluttering butterflies through my abdomen and down to my spread toes.

  The soft hum in his mouth is nice too. Sweet but a little vibration that makes my morning snack all the more delightful.

  The voice outside the tent flap catches me totally off guard.

  “Gemma?”

  I jerk to a stop, blinking wide eyes as Waella’s voice registers in my brain.

  It’s weird living in such close quarters with everyone else. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve spent the last four years living in a dorm, then two months on a space shuttle. My life consists of close quarters. But at least then we have dorm rooms or sleeping quarters with a door.

  I had better doors on my blanket forts as a kid than the simple flap on this hut.

  Kovak only smiles at me and nods toward the entrance. “Go ahead. See what she needs. Then we grab breakfast.”

  Food sounds amazing. My body is famished after using it so hard.

  I plant another small kiss on his lips before slipping from the bed. I want some more of that as soon as I chase off the solicitors.

  I pull on one of the simple loincloth skirts and leather tops. They’re quite boring after my beautiful outfit the night before, but you can’t dress up every day.

  Once I’m suited up, I duck under the tent flap to find Waella hovering in the path. Her hands are clenched in front of her and the way her shoulders are bunched and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth tells me something’s up.

  Girl looks like she broke my favorite CD and has come over to tell me.

  I can’t help the brow that lifts high on my forehead, and I reach a hand to her arm, patting it reassuringly.

  “Is everything okay?”

  She nods quickly and presses a finger to her lips.

  Curiosity snakes through me. Something’s up and it’s a secret.

  “What’s is it?” I whisper.

  She takes me by the elbow and moves me a few feet away from the hut. Then we hover there in the middle of the path, and I’m not sure she’s going to ever say anything. I clear my throat, and her eyes hop up to mine.

  “You know that herb you were talking about? The Shaman’s herb?”

  My muscles tense.

  Duh. Of course, I know that herb.

  I asked the shaman’s apprentice about it just last night during the dance, but he feigned all kinds of ignorance.

  He doesn’t know which herb I’m talking about. Or maybe he does, but he doesn’t know where it comes from. The shaman doesn’t disclose that information. Well maybe he does, but it’s a secret he can’t disclose for any reason. More of the same.

  He was zero help.

  I was feeling at an all-time low for a moment or two―I'd put all my eggs in his basket after all―until Kovak hopped into the dance with me. It's amazing how quickly the worry vanished from my mind, and I'm a little embarrassed to admit to myself that I haven't thought of it since then.

  Until now.

  I nod and keep my voice low. “The herb that snatched me from my body. I remember.”

  “Yes, that one. My brother mentioned you asked him about it.”

  “The shaman’s lackey is your brother?”

  Her nose scrunches and I assume she doesn't know that word, but she must understand the gist because she continues.

  “Yes. He was proud he kept his silence in front of the new beautiful Kutarian woman.” Her eyes roll just a bit, and I’m not sure whether to laugh or be offended. “But it seems selfish to keep the truth a secret. There’s no
need to keep you prisoner if you don’t wish to help us.”

  Her words hit me like a punch in the gut.

  I am a prisoner. Stuck not only on a foreign planet with savage aliens but in a different body.

  That’s a shit storm nobody wants.

  Right?

  I fight to hold back my grimace.

  The truth is I haven’t felt like a prisoner in the last forty-eight hours. Not since my first day.

  I’ve felt like a guest. An honored guest even.

  And then there’s Kovak…

  To say he’s turned my world completely upside down is an understatement.

  He may be a bit of a brute, but underneath all that muscle and solid training, he’s kind and sincere. And smoking hot. I’m shocked by how attached to him I’ve grown in the last few days.

  “Do you want to know?”

  Her voice pulls me out of my head and I stare back at her.

  Of course, I want to know.

  Just because these people have rallied around me, celebrating my very existence, and Kovak has given me easily the best fling of my life, I only have a couple days to get back into my own body before it’s too late.

  If I don’t, it’ll be over.

  I’ll be stuck like this forever.

  No more humans. No more Earth. Cheeseburgers, toilets, cars, all my favorite music albums.

  Four years studying neo-paleontology flushed down the drain.

  I’ll never see my dad again.

  “Where is it?” I ask with new determination in my voice.

  Waella turns and points at a small mountain beyond the next valley.

  "On the dark side of the peak is a grove of herbs in a cave. There will be a maker nearby. There are many kinds of plants in there, but you need the one with the dark green leaves and yellow berries. Do not eat the berries.”

  My stomach turns as I gaze at her warily.

  Seriously? I can drink the leaf mush but don’t eat the berries? I’m surprised I’m not dead already.

  “So I just go pick the plants and then what?”

  Waella draws in a breath, glancing around before focusing on me again. “You crush the leaves into a paste and eat. Only four leaves. Any more than that and you’ll…”