My Area 51 Alien Prize

by Lucee Joie

  No, that’s a lie.

  Other parts of me are soaking wet.

  With this thought, I sit up. The urge to have him inside of me suddenly an overwhelming sensation that I no longer ignore. I am ready and eager, desperate for him.

  But, Ejaw doesn’t allow it. He has other plans for me.

  Grabbing my hips, he spins me around, placing me on my back and in the same position he was just a moment ago. He dives in, kissing my thighs, licking their way closer to my nub.

  It is my turn to arch into him. His lips get tantalizingly close as his hands run the length of my body, caressing me in all directions. I can feel his touch along my thighs, over my stomach, along my ribs. One hand reaches higher, his fingers teasing a nipple until it is painfully hard against him.

  Then, he is there, his tongue is lapping at my wetness, drinking it down like it is the elixir of life. I part my legs, allowing him complete access to my clit. As his tongue works me and I writhe under him, one hand leaves my side, his fingers now reaching for my core, feeling their way along my thigh until they touch my folds. He pauses for a moment, this tongue still working my nub, then enters me and a guttural moan of ecstasy escapes.

  As his tongue does its magic, his fingers add to the pleasure. Two deep, they thrust inside of me and I want him even more now. I need his massive cock to be inside of me before I lose my mind.

  “I need you.”

  His fingers disappear and I am sad briefly. His tongue is also removed and I feel the hotness of tears springing to my eyes.

  Then, he is over me, his huge form looming and I look up at him, our gaze meeting as I reach up to grab him. Tugging him down, he uses one hand to angle his penis towards me.

  The tip is there, between my legs and I part them wider, eagerly anticipating his grand entrance.

  He slides in with no resistance. My bodily fluids eagerly greeting him, welcoming him home and I never want this man to leave.

  His cock surges forward as I engulf it all. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I encourage him to go as deep as he can.

  We stare at each other, amazed at the fact that we are here, together, in this strange place, under even stranger circumstances. The moment is mesmerizing as it captures us, knitting us together for all eternity.

  Then, he is pulling back and we start to pound. Our rhythm is quickly found and I feel the tension of release immediately starting to build. My nails dig into his back, his hands clasping my hips, guiding our movement.

  The sensation ignites me as we crash against each other. Tears well with the strong emotions rising inside of me.

  I have never felt this way before, never reached the edge so quickly. Usually, it takes a lot of work to get me close to a climax and, here I am, a few thrusts in and my body is gathering for an almighty release.

  I feel like a man.

  Ejaw leans in and kisses me and it makes my release approach quicker. My lips crush against his as my arms wrap around him. I try to fight it, my teeth gnashing as my muscles gather around Ejaw. I dig my nails into his back and scream as the release rolls over me, unable to control it anymore.

  Ejaw is moving quickly now, his body shuddering as his climax also arrives.

  He collapses over me, his body slick with sweat and it mingles with my own. I run my fingers gently over his shoulders.

  Then, we are drifting downwards as the gentle waves subside.

  I am happy. I am sated. I am loved.

  Now is not the time for Area 51 personnel to arrive.

  But this is when they do.

  Chapter Six: Ejaw-Losal

  I hear the clop of feet before they enter the room.

  My climax is ebbing and my body is limp. All I want to do is curl up next to this glorious creature and trace my fingers over her body. I want to talk to her, to find out every little detail of her.

  Instead, people arrive and I am forced to push Lacey behind me, to shelter her nudity, her body, from the possible onslaught.

  Who am I kidding? There is no possibility, just actuality. These people will take us and they will ruin our happiness.

  “Halt!” one person shouts, raising a weapon to me. We both freeze. There is no other choice.

  “Remain exactly where you are,” another commands.

  Once again, we have no choice. Lacey is cowering behind me, shrinking away as her body shudders in fear. I need to protect her at all costs.

  The man with the gun edges forward. He seems nervous and I don’t blame him. After today’s events, he should be. I am still not completely up to speed with what went down but there is a body count, a huge one. That ought to put anyone on high alert.

  I am surprised that there are even people left here and wonder where they came from, where they had been hiding all this time. Have they been cowering like Lacey is now? Are they all bluster? I wonder if their weapons even have ammunition left. Maybe they are calling my bluff.

  I lean forward, blatantly disregarding the order to remain still. The man pushes his weapon forward. “I’ll shoot.”

  “Really?” I question. One thing I have learned during my time here is that these people will keep us alive at all costs.

  I continue to reach downwards. The least I can do is give Lacey her clothes. I grab her clothing as a bullet is fired.

  Startled, I look up. The man has fired towards the ceiling, not at me but I can hear Lacey sobbing quietly behind me now.

  “It’s okay,” I whisper, hoping that what I am saying the truth. I never want to lie to her.

  Reaching backwards, I hand Lacey her clothing. She takes the items from me and I hope she has the sense to get dressed.

  Two more guards rush into the room then and the man relaxes his gun. More appear and I grab my own clothing as they reach me, as they grab at me and restrain me.

  Lacey is also taken and I stretch my fingers forward, eager to touch her one last time. She also reaches out but the guards are too quick and we are wrenched away from each other just as we are about to touch. The void widens between us like a new entity in the room.

  As Lacey is flung over the shoulder of a huge guard, I punch out at those trying to restrain me. I feel the satisfying thud of my fist making contact with someone’s face. Kicking out, I try to free myself. There are so many guards, all of them holding me, pushing me down, until two are straddling me and a third is leaning over my legs, the weight of them all making it hard to breathe. Still I struggle against them.

  Until I feel the prick of a needle and the world starts to float around me, my body freezing, my mind going into a panic.

  It is the same cage, the same cell that has been my home since my abduction. After pulling on my pants, I pace back and forth now that the effects of the tranquilizer have worn off.

  “Lacey!” I call her name several times but there is no answer. Either she has been drugged too, or they have moved her somewhere else.

  I listen intently and discern that the party started by Cad, the Vrok, is lacking in volume. Have we all been captured already?

  My heart sinks at the prospect. Now that I have been free, this cell seems even smaller. I had hoped to never return here, to be free forever more. Instead, I am trapped all over again and if I never see Lacey again, well, I’d rather be dead.

  “Lacey,” I call out half-hearted this time, despondent at the circumstances.

  We are here, a voice says. Although, it isn’t spoken, I cannot hear this voice in the room I am in. It is not being called from the next room either. No, this voice is inside my head.

  “Tarkeer?” I say it out loud and immediately chide myself. If the humans are listening in, I don’t want them knowing that Tarkeer can connect to other telepathically. This has been a secret maintained by all of us during our time in Area 51. It is a closely guarded secret that we have kept from the humans. Mostly, it is for our own amusement since the humans so obviously think they are superior to us. But there has always been that notion that by keeping this secret, it might someday come in handy
.

  Today is that day and I really hope that I haven’t just blown it.

  Sorry, I say, this time thinking it rather than using my voice. Where are you?

  Chapter Seven: Lacey

  As I open my eyes, the world is hazy. I blink several times as I try to remember where I am and what is going on.

  Oh yeah, I’m at Area 51, I fucked an alien, and now I am an idiot.

  No, you’re not.

  “Who’s there?” I say, sitting up quickly and look around with trepidation. Immediately, I realize that I am still naked and the rest of the story plays out in my head. The guards, the capture. Ejaw being taken away from me. I choke back a sob.

  Don’t talk out loud, the voice continues. We don’t want the guards to know that something is going on.

  Tarkeer? I remember the small alien, the one who had read my thoughts about my attraction to Ejaw.

  Yes.

  Keeping quiet this time, I put on my clothes on while continuing to look around me. I am in a small office. As soon as I am dressed, I rush at the door, not expecting it to be unlocked, but trying anyway.

  “Do you really think we would leave the door unlocked?” a voice says from the other side.

  I back away, choosing to check the drawers of the desk that fills up most of the room. They are empty except for a ream of paper and a stapler devoid of staples.

  Shit.

  Where are you, Tarkeer? I ask. Is there a plan?

  God, I really hope there is one.

  We are all safe, Tarkeer says.

  Even Ejaw?

  He is being held in his old cell. I just spoke to him. He is fine for the time being.

  Closing my eyes, a sob threatens. I am so relieved to hear that he is alive.

  Where are you? I repeat now that I know Ejaw’s fate.

  We are in some sort of strange place, found it in a room adjacent to the basement. Not sure where we are exactly but we are keeping an eye on you all. As for a plan, we figure we need to wait until it is dark before doing anything. You need to find out how many guards there are.

  I nod my head, hoping that this translates. Give me a few minutes.

  I bang on the door. “I need to speak to someone in charge!”

  “You waived that right when you and your idiot group stormed this place.”

  “How many of us are left?”

  “You’re it.”

  I lean my forehead against the door as the wind is knocked from me. It can’t be.

  “Surely, that’s not true?”

  “You’re the very last. There were a couple others but they weren’t so compliant.”

  I gulp.

  “You can’t do that,” I whisper.

  “We can and we did.” The guard actually laughs at me. “What makes you think civilians have any rights inside Area 51?”

  He’s totally correct. We all suspected this, joked about it even.

  “What about the rest of you? I saw a lot of dead guards on my way here.”

  “Yeah, I’m not telling you shit about that.”

  “And, the aliens?”

  “What aliens?”

  “The one that was with me, the others in their cages?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, miss.”

  Shit!

  “Am I ever getting out of here?”

  “Nope.”

  Double shit.

  “What are you going to do with me?”

  “You’ll find out tonight,” the man says before he is interrupted by another.

  “You’ve got three hours ’til you’re needed on shift again,” the other man says and I hear footsteps traveling away from my room.

  “Who are you?” I ask.

  “Fuck off.”

  Chapter Eight: Ejaw-Losal

  Lacey is safe.

  My heart skips a beat. I had hoped the humans wouldn’t harm one of their own kind. But, considering all the experimentation they had done on me in the past, I wasn’t so sure they’d treat her any differently.

  Where is she?

  I don’t know. I can only speak to her, not work out her location. She was drugged, just like you, so she has no idea where she is.

  Well, that was going to be a problem.

  When are you all coming back?

  We wanted to wait until it’s dark. But there’s something going on involving Lacey tonight. We need to get her out before that because we figure that it won’t be anything good.

  You’re not wrong there.

  I sit down on the floor of my cell. I have no idea how we are going to get Lacey out of this, myself either. I want to suggest that the others flee while they can. After all, there is no point in all of us dying when there is a chance some of us can survive.

  We’re not leaving you behind, Tarkeer says.

  Sometimes it’s annoying to be around mind readers.

  What do we do then?

  Cad has found a–

  “Get up!” a guard orders, startling me. Tarkeer goes silent so I never get to find out just what Cad has found. The door is unlocked and the guard is ready with a tranquilizer gun. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

  He enters the cell, two sets of handcuffs in his other hand.

  “Put out your wrists,” says another guard, who has followed behind the first one.

  I do as I am told. “Where are you taking me?”

  “Never you mind.”

  I have a bad feeling about this.

  Tarkeer, I think you might need to come now, rather than later, I say in my mind as the cuffs are clicked around my wrists.

  There is no response from Tarkeer.

  The sense of dread intensifies.

  The guards lead me along the corridor. I make a note of everything around me. This is the first time that they have ever taken me outside of my cell. So, other than the brief time I had when Lacey freed me, now is my only chance to memorize everything.

  We turn a corner and one of the guards presses a plate on the wall next to a set of metal doors. A ping is heard and the doors slide open.

  Inside is a small room and I am instantly terrified. I balk at entering but the guards are behind me and push me forward. I stumble through, reaching out to stop my fall as I head straight first into the wall. I push out one set of hands to stop me and hear a crunch as pain shoots up from one of my wrists.

  The guards don’t care about my injury, though. Once inside, a button is pressed and I have the strange sensation of descending downwards. It makes my stomach roll.

  Another ping and the doors are opening again. Once forced outside, I realize that we are no longer in the same place. A sign reads “Basement.” I hope this is the same place that Tarkeer was talking about and make a mental note for the Haret, hoping that she is still listening in and just remaining silent on the matter.

  Because the other option means that Lacey and I are doomed.

  We follow another long corridor, the guards routinely tugging at my injured set of arms, causing me to grunt out in pain. I am sure they are doing it for their own amusement.

  Finally, the corridor opens out to a large room. Already there is a large gathering of guards as well as some men in dark suits.

  But I don’t care about any of them because I have just sighted Lacey. I ignore the throb in my wrist as I fight against the guards, against my restraints, and get punched in the guts for it. As I double over, another guard knees me in the mouth.

  I remain down for a moment or two, regaining my composure and spitting out blood onto the shiny white floor. When I straighten, I notice a new group has arrived and my blood turns to ice.

  It is the Galactic Union.

  I know what this means already.

  For me, slavery is the only option. But for Lacey, well, she will get to spend the remainder of her days as a breeder. I’m pretty sure that is something she won’t like and I know for certain that I don’t want that fate for her either.

  “Bring the prisoners forward,” one of the Union memb
ers says and I realize that it isn’t just any member but the imperial heir, Prince Ece.

  Shit, this is bad.

  “What’s going on?” Lacey calls out. “Where are we going?”

  A guard slaps her and Ece steps forward, grabbing Lacey’s jaw and making eye contact with her. “You’re coming with me, now.”

  “Why? Who are you?”

  She is panicked. Her voice is rising, becoming shrill. I try to catch her gaze, hoping it will calm her down but she is too busy trying to get answers. Answers that she won’t like.

  “You broke into our base and caused destruction,” a man in a black suit says. “You put us in a position where we have no option but to offer you up to the Galactic Union for servitude.”

  “What does that even mean?” Lacey asks as she struggles against the guards holding her.

  “We can’t let you go because you have seen too much. And, even though we are against the Galactic Union’s position regarding slavery, Prince Ece’s offer was very generous. The only other option you have is termination, so, we took the liberty of deciding on your behalf.”

  Lacey’s face drops. The color in her face bleeds out and I worry that she might pass out.

  “You can’t do this, it’s against the law.” she finally whispers.

  “Yes, it is,” the man replies. “But we are above the law. You should have known that before you embarked on this ridiculous endeavor.”

  “What will happen to Ejaw?” Lacey finally looks at me and it breaks my heart.

  “The same fate awaits him. Now that we know he is happy to breed with our own kind we can’t have that sort of risk on site.”

  Lacey gulps. Although, I can see that she is also hopeful. I can tell that she is thinking at least we’ll be together. She shouldn’t be that confident. Because that is not how it will go down once we are on board their floating breeding program. She will be sold off to an Ochek and I will be left to work in the kitchen, or in the docks, or some other menial position that will keep me far away from her.

  She smiles at me weakly and I smile back, hoping that I don’t show my fear or resignation at our fates.