She Wants It Rough

by Meegan Melons

  At the pillar two other aliens suddenly appeared. The first alien gestured to the platform and helped her up, taking her hand to make sure she didn't trip. Once on the platform she turned to the crowd and the cheers erupted again.

  Before she could think the aliens on either side of her grabbed her hands and pulled her arms behind her, around the pillar. Rough metal circled her wrists, locking her in place. She struggled, fear racing through her.

  "What the hell is going on?"

  The alien ignored her and turned to the crowd, raising a hand to quiet them. After a few minutes the stadium fell silent.

  "To appease the beast Targrylax we have lost many Kultor warriors. Today may be no different. Today a brave champion will battle Targrylax in hopes of rescuing this Earthling, Abby. Her soft, delicate curves are a fine prize but will our warrior prevail?"

  Shouts rained down from the stands. Terror settled in her limbs, her heart raced. She struggled against the chains knowing there was no use pleading for help.

  CHAPTER TWO

  From the front of the arena a warrior came into view. Tall, strong and confident in his strides he marched to the alien and bowed slightly.

  "Ah, Faldor, you wish to do battle with Targrylax?"

  Faldor flashed her a smile then turned to the crowd. "For years I have longed for a mate as beautiful as Abby. I will slay Targrylax and claim the Earthling as my own!"

  Cheers erupted again. Mate? Claim? If this walking hulk won against the beast she would be a prize? If this was a dream she wanted to wake up now. She struggled against the bindings rubbing her wrists raw. Tears trickled down her face as the aliens cheered.

  "Let the battle begin!"

  A thunderous roar from her right made her jump. The air shifted as a huge beast walked past her and into the arena. The first alien ran as if his life depended on it, to the stands, jumping up into a seat. Faldor turned to face the beast, drawing a long sword that had been secured to his back.

  Beast and warrior circled each other, neither moving. The beast's nostrils flared, it turned to look at her. For a terrifying moment she thought it would attack but Faldor yelled, stomped his feet to get the beast's attention. Targrylax turned back to Faldor and charged.

  Faldor jumped out of the way at the last second but the beast swiped its long claws along Faldor's arm.

  Faldor raised his sword despite the injury and focused on the beast's movements. Watching every breath, every step forward, Abby sucked in a breath waiting for Faldor to make a move.

  She would fare better with a chiseled warrior than with a beast that was sure to rip her limb from limb. As if sensing her thoughts, or maybe the beast could just smell her fear, Targrylax looked up, its beady eyes boring into her. It pawed the ground with a giant hoof, ready to charge.

  Faldor zig zagged in front of the beast then ran behind it to jump on its back. Targrylax reared up, throwing Faldor off. The warrior landed in a heap about ten feet from the beast. Abby closed her eyes when the alien beast glared at her. Would it wait until Faldor was officially defeated before killing her? Did the beast have a sense of fair play?

  "Beast! Take your eyes off my woman!"

  Faldor growled and charged toward Targrylax. The giant beast moved out of they way but Faldor anticipated the move. He veered in a different direction, jumping on the beast's back again.

  This time he swung his sword down quickly before the beast could unseat him. The sword pierced the beast's back and it let loose a keening scream of pain. It reared up on its legs, shook its back trying to get Faldor off. But the sword dug into the beast's flesh providing an anchor for Faldor to hold onto almost like a rein on a horse.

  Faldor twisted the sword and pushed it farther down. Targrylax's fighting weakened. The beast stumbled, righted itself and tried again to buck the warrior off its back.

  Finally it fell to the ground. A last breath whooshed out of its large nostrils. Abby gasped at the sight of the beast's black blood oozing into the ground. Faldor walked over to the beast and yanked his sword from the dead body.

  The stands erupted in deafening cheers. Faldor threw his hands up in the air in victory. A trickle of blood slid down his arms from the beast's claw marks.

  The first alien jumped down from the stands and hurried to the center of the arena. He held up Faldor's arm and shook it in the air.

  "Faldor, champion of the Kultor warriors, the city and everything in it is yours. Any wish you might have will be granted. You will want for nothing from this day forward. Take your prize and retire to your new mansion in the center of town." The alien handed Faldor a ring of metal with dangling objects Abby assumed were keys.

  Faldor nodded then marched over to Abby. The aliens that had secured her to the pillar stepped aside while Faldor removed the chains from her wrists. Her arms ached from being pulled behind her.

  Pain raced through her limbs. Faldor scooped her up in his strong embrace and marched through the arena as if she weighed nothing.

  Despite her fear, the shaking in her body subsided the longer Faldor held her. She snuggled into his huge chest feeling safe, protected. When they walked through the doors leading out of the arena she allowed herself a sigh of relief.

  "You were very brave," she whispered.

  "You were worth it. I would have fought ten such beasts for the chance to rescue you and claim you for myself. I am now the envy of all Kultor warriors."

  She doubted that but what did she know about such an alien culture? All the female aliens she'd seen so far were thin, toned like so many women on earth. She hadn't seen one yet who had even a few extra pounds on her frame.

  Faldor continued to carry her through a corridor and out the other side. They walked down a wide street with aliens lining the sides cheering as they made their way through town.

  At the end of the street a huge house loomed. Now his house Abby guessed. He kept up a steady pace, inserted one of the dangling objects from the metal ring and a door slid open.

  She barely had time to take in her surroundings as he climbed up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He pushed through the first door at the top of the steps.

  A large bedroom with a giant bed in the center was decorated with alien artifacts, brilliant colors. He deposited her on the bed then grimaced in pain. Fresh blood oozed from his wounds.

  "Do you have anything to dress the wounds?" she asked pointing to his arm.

  He nodded and disappeared into a side chamber she assumed was a bathroom. He came back with cloth, a liquid for cleaning the wound and fasteners for the bandage.

  He sat on the edge of the bed and she worked diligently, gently, as she cleaned his wounds and bandaged them.

  "Thank you for your bravery. I was terrified of what that beast would do to me."

  "I have longed for a wife with such perfect child-bearing hips for a long time."

  He caressed her arm with tantalizing slowness, his calloused fingers grazing her smooth skin caused a shiver of anticipation to race through her. A wife?

  Her stomach flipped. The aliens were tall, muscular. How big would his cock be? Abby glanced down at the form fitting pants that hugged his muscled thighs. The bulge, growing before her eyes, looked huge.

  Maybe too big for her to handle.

  "I never liked my hips," she said not knowing what else to say. Nothing she uttered would stop him from taking her. The fire that blazed in his eyes, lust for her, gave her more confidence than she'd ever had.

  "I need a strong woman to carry my young. Wide hips to give birth to new Kultor warriors."

  He got off the bed and pulled her with him. She stood in front of the bed now feeling small compared to him. He towered over her, imposing yet gentle. With a few flicks of his long hands her dress fell away from her body.

  The garment pooled at her feet leaving her naked in front of him. She raised her hands to cover herself but he nudged her hands away, his gaze devouring her.

  He yanked off his armor. The breast plate clattered to the
floor revealing a muscled chest that made her mouth go dry. Next were his pants. Hard shin and thigh guards fashioned in the shape of muscles, attached to fabric that encased his legs in a protective barrier hit the floor.

  The muscles the guards hid were even more defined than she imagined. But what pulled her attention, what made her step back slightly on trembling legs was the huge cock between his legs. Thicker and longer than any she had ever seen she wondered fleetingly if it would rip her in two when he plunged into her.

  The head glistened with precome and she licked her lips. He smiled at her and gently pushed her onto the bed. She lay back taking deep breaths wondering what it would feel like to have an alien driving into her. What it would be like to have an alien growing inside her.

  He came to her on the bed, covering her body with his. He lay slightly to the right so he didn't crush her under his weight. He lowered his lips to hers, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.

  His long tongue swept into her mouth and tangled with hers. A shiver raced through her body. She stroked his back with her hands, marveling at the muscles that flexed under her touch.

  He broke the kiss to move to her neck. He kissed the sensitive flesh between her head and shoulder then moved lower. Her nipples puckered in anticipation of being fondled. She fought the urge to arch under him. She wanted to feel him inside her but she wanted this to last.

  "You will be the perfect woman for me, Abby. See how your body responds to me?"

  He hovered his hand over her breast and her nipple perked up as if straining to touch his palm. He lowered his hand, cupped her breast, then flicked the nipple into a tighter peak. A jolt of electricity raced through her to settle in her pussy.

  A tingle of sensation made her clit pulse. Her core ached.

  He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth and suckled. The fresh jolt of awareness shot right to her pussy making her ache.

  She reached down between them to grab his massive cock. Her hand couldn't circle it but she gripped it as best she could and started to stroke him using the precome as lubricant. How would he fit inside her?

  As he continued to suckle his hand trailed down her body and settled between her legs. His long fingers teased and probed her soaking wet pussy. He slipped a finger inside going deep.

  Then he slid another finger inside her and began pushing deeper. She bit her lip, arched her hips into his hand to pull him in even more. With his thumb he teased her clit while his fingers continued to probe her.

  He pulled his mouth off her breast and crawled down her body until his head settled between her legs. She sucked in a breath, waiting for what she wanted. What she craved.

  Finally his tongue flicked over her sensitive nub. She arched off the bed as a low pulse traveled through her pussy.

  A pre orgasm that signaled the real thing was close behind. But she wanted to come with him inside her. She focused on anything else so she could push the orgasm away until he drove into her with his huge cock.

  His fingers continued to pump in and out of her as his tongue flicked her clit. She writhed on the bed. Squirmed. She dug her hands into the blankets on the bed.

  "You are very wet. So tight."

  He moved up her body again until his large shaft dangled above her. He nudged her legs wider with his knees and she spread as far as she could. He teased her opening with the head of his dick.

  When she nodded, biting her lip, he nudged inside an inch then stopped. Her pussy stretched to accommodate him. He pushed in deeper. Her walls stretched more. Finally he plunged deep. She arched off the bed with a satisfied hiss.

  "Yes! That feels so good. So perfect."

  Surprisingly he did fit her perfectly. Her pussy stretched to take him all in and she gripped his length as he started to move inside her. He pulled almost all the way out, pushed back in. He drove into her hard and fast, jiggling her breasts with each thrust.

  As he plunged into her he lowered his head to suck her breast again. The dual sensation of being filled and suckled sent a spark of sensation through her body. It tingled her stomach, made her thighs tremble, made her clit pulse.

  Her pussy began to throb. Each thrust into her body, his cock stretching her walls, his body rubbing against her clit, increased the pulsing sensation.

  Her stomach quivered. A frantic need to come overwhelmed her. She needed him to drive into her harder and faster. She arched off the bed every time he thrust into her pulling him even deeper.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed.

  He thrust faster and harder. Her breathing came in short gasps. With a few more thrusts into her core her orgasm burst free. Spasms shook her body as her climax crashed through her.

  He kept pumping into her body, her pussy clenching his cock in intermittent spasms now. Her slippery core gripped him tightly with each thrust, the spasms lasting longer than she ever remembered before.

  With a few more quick, hard thrusts Faldor's face contorted. He groaned. He jerked his hips forward in a frenzy, his seed finally spilling into her.

  She loved the sensation of his cock jerking inside her as it emptied itself of his seed. It jerked for at least a minute before he pulled out of her. Semen dripped down her legs and onto the bed.

  He kissed her mouth lightly, a smile spreading across his face.

  "You are pregnant with my child."

  She fluttered a hand over her stomach. "How do you know?"

  "A warrior knows. Our sperm is strong."

  "I hope I am. I also want us to do what we just did a lot. Whenever you want. You deserve whatever I can give you for saving my life."

  "I too want to do that again as often as possible."

  She rubbed her stomach, wondering if Faldor was right and she was pregnant already. "I will raise your children to be fearless warriors just like you."

  She would strive to be the perfect wife for him. As long as it meant lots of sex as often as possible. To say the sex had been out of this world would be literal but also an understatement. She couldn't wait to recover and take his enormous cock inside her again.

  BEARLY EVEN HUMAN

  CHAPTER ONE

  "Hell no! I like to keep my food where it belongs--in my stomach, thank you very much!" Turns out the carnival is a lot less fun when you're a third wheel. My friends Jerry and Janet are beckoning me to join them on Grizzly Fever, a shoddy looking wooden coaster with far too many loops and drops for my taste.

  I applaud them for their faith in the craftsmanship of minimum wage laborers who maintain the thing in the dead heat of summer, but I'll keep my feet on the ground.

  Besides, I am far more interested in taking in the sights and smells of this bustling place than tempting fate for a bit of thrill. And who could forget the most important thing of all--the food. After all, that's really the best part of any good carnival.

  Although I have to say, I am quite proud of myself for not overindulging as I often do. This time I decided to make a game of restraint. I only sampled the chocolate dipped cheesecake and fried haddock that Jerry and Janet bought--a lethal combination that would normally have my stomach churning by now.

  But exercising discipline doesn't mean I can't enjoy all the tantalizing smells on offer.

  I've cut back a lot lately, trying to maintain my figure--my curvy girl figure that is. I'm not obese by any means, but you could say I have it going on in the right places. I may be big, but I'm still beautiful.

  But I am definitely a self-conscious eater. Even at a carnival where I'm supposed to be having fun, it's not easy for me to just go whole hog. I never understood how some girls can eat whatever they feel like, whenever they feel like, and not even put on a single pound.

  But I'm not jealous--it just means I have to maintain a higher level of self-control. I make sure to work out at least three times a week, but I definitely miss some days here and there. I'm not perfect, but I'm always working to improve.

  And I still get plenty of attention from the guys. Too bad mo
st of them are total douchebags. That's pretty much the reason I'm here tagging along with my two friends who can't go five minutes without making out in front of me.

  They just got together two weeks ago, so anyone else around them is pretty much non-existent. Janet has been my best friend for more than two decades now, so I'm glad to see her happy. Too bad I'm still a virgin.

  After making the rounds and resisting enough temptation, I decide to try my hand at one of the games. I was becoming utterly bored waiting for those two lovebirds, so I figured--why not?

  I know they're a total scam, but I won't let that stop me from letting myself waste a little money for a bit of entertainment. I found myself at the game where you have to knock the three stacked bottles off a pillar with one ball. I used to play on the girl's softball team in college, and I have a pretty good arm because of it. So I figured it was my best shot.