Alien Embrace

by Tracy St. John

  The sight of the nellus delighted Amelia, but Flencik picked up a piece of grul. “Taste,” he invited, putting it to her lips.

  She opened her mouth for his offering. A delicious spicy flavor filled her mouth, and then—

  “Hot! Hot!” she squealed, waving a frantic hand before her mouth. Then real pain erupted and she screamed.

  All three men dove for the carafe of Plasian wine. Flencik grabbed it first. He tipped it into Amelia’s mouth and began quenching the fire set by the grul. She clutched at the carafe, tipping it desperately. It overflowed her lips, streaming down her chin to her throat and beneath her blouse. She gulped as much as she could catch until the ugly inferno quieted in her mouth.

  “I made you mess,” Flencik said in a soft voice, leaning close as he took the wine away. His breath wafted over her face.

  The soft ease of leshella stole over Amelia’s senses, awakening her to the Kalquorian’s warmth. She closed her eyes against the Imdiko’s nearness and felt the rough silk of his tongue lick the moisture from her chin. His mouth followed the stream until her collar blocked further progress. Then it travelled up the side of her neck.

  His fangs bit into her skin. Amelia cried out at the twin pinpricks of pain. Her eyes flew open, but Flencik’s black curls blocked her sight. He held her close as he injected her with the intoxicant that combined with the leshella to sap all her will to resist. She felt him grow hard against her thigh. Her own sex ached agreeably.

  He drew back. Rajhir and Breft knelt on either side, their eyes dark as they looked down on her. Somehow she’d ended up flat on her back in the middle of the food that had been laid out. She blinked, confused but not unhappy to be there.

  Flencik’s hands spanned her waist. He pushed her blouse up to her collarbone and lapped at the wine that ran between her breasts. The warm breeze teased her bare nipples erect.

  “This isn’t how Earth picnics usually go.” Amelia’s halfhearted protest sounded weak to her own ears. In fact, her husky tone was inviting. She allowed Flencik to tug her blouse off without resistance.

  Breft twined his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back. “We make new rules for the picnic. We will have a Kalquorian picnic instead,” he said. His mouth closed over Flencik’s bite and drew on the bleeding wounds. Amelia groaned from the sweet sensation of him feeding on her.

  Rajhir joined the wonderful assault. He pushed down her sweatpants and underwear. His strong hands parted her thighs, and he sucked the lips of her sex, pulling moisture from her craving body.

  Amelia melted under their mouths, every muscle pliant to their whims. Her fingers found the coarse waves of hair that grew to Breft’s shoulders; she stroked it as his mouth moved from her throat to press its demands over her lips.

  Rajhir’s mouth left her sex. Her legs fell further apart, inviting him back. Instead of his tongue, cold sluiced down her sensitive crevice. She yipped her surprise into Breft’s mouth. He withdrew, startled. They both looked down her body. Rajhir grinned at them, righting the wine bottle he’d tipped over her pubic curls. Liquid sapphire beads sparkled in the swirls of hair.

  “Sweet wine,” he said. His eyes sparkled boyish mischief as he sampled his work. Amelia moaned to feel his tongue lapping at her sex. Her juices flowed freely with the wine. She wondered how she tasted.

  Breft grabbed a nellus berry and put it to her lips. “Flencik says you like these much.”

  She moaned, delighting in the juicy fruit exploding in her mouth, Flencik sucking on her breasts, and Rajhir feasting between her legs. I’m in heaven, she thought. Surely this is worth all the fires of Hell.

  Breft grinned at her obvious delight. He sprinkled sprigs of desrel into the hollow of her throat and retrieved them with his lips and tongue. She shivered at the heat of his mouth and the scrape of his teeth on the sensitive area.

  Flencik seemed to approve of his clanmate’s choice of serving platter. He scattered an assortment of food over Amelia’s belly and breasts. Then he drizzled wine over the works. After Breft popped a bite of chicken into her mouth, he joined the other two in gobbling food off her skin.

  New erotic places blossomed to pleasurable life under the voracious Kalquorian mouths. The creases where her breasts ended and ribcage began, the cup of her navel, the hollows of her shoulders, the tops of her knees; these areas tingled under the attention of her companions.

  “Now the other side,” Rajhir said. He stripped off his tunic. His muscles shone with perspiration. If Amelia’s drugged body had possessed the strength, she’d have licked him from head to toe. He looked delicious. Flencik and Breft followed his example, baring their equally yummy torsos. They rolled Amelia over on her belly, depriving her of the view. She sighed a protest.

  The splash of wine on her naked back and buttocks relieved the worst of the twin suns’ heat. She closed her eyes as the Kalquorians resumed lunch on her flesh. Occasionally, they fed her a morsel and helped her sip wine from the rapidly depleting bottle. Her earlier fantasy in the washing basin was nothing compared to this slow pleasuring, a pleasuring Flencik’s bite and the wine had left her happily defenseless against.

  Amelia lay still, feeling every lick, nuzzle, nibble, and touch. The attention continued well after the food disappeared. A calloused finger traced her spine. Strong hands kneaded her buttocks. A tongue slipped a wet path down the crevice to her anus. Another pair of hands slid beneath her to cup and squeeze her breasts. Lips kissed the nape of her neck, bringing gooseflesh.

  “Don’t be afraid,” Rajhir whispered in her ear.

  A strip of silky cloth was tied over Amelia’s eyes, blindfolding her. Another bound her wrists behind her back. The bonds felt soft, but tight. The sudden domination brought every sense alive. She lay still wondering what they planned to do to her. Her juices flowed like a river between her thighs.

  Take me. Force me. Make me obey. She tensed her arms and found her bonds held her firm. The Kalquorians had rendered her completely helpless. She moaned. Her breath quickened with anticipation.

  The men lifted Amelia from the ground and made her straddle a pair of kneeling thighs. Her breasts flattened against a smooth chest. The contact made her nipples feel swollen and heavy. She groaned and writhed against the delicious contact.

  The twin set of a Kalquorian’s erections pressed up beneath her. He felt burning hot, as if he might brand her flesh. She wriggled her hips, desperate to get his wet lengths inside.

  Amelia sighed as the larger of the two penises pressed its way into her. The smaller prodded at her anus.

  Hands from behind adjusted the rectal penis so that it slipped into her sex with its companion. It filled her to bursting with a heady ache as her flesh stretched to accept the girth, her own weight driving her down onto it. Incapable of struggle, she submitted with a whimper that was more pleasure than pain. Her sex gushed its delight at the double invasion. The thickness had the man inside her pressing hard against her most sensitive places.

  Fingers entered her anus, twisting and turning and stretching her. Meanwhile, lips brushed against hers, then seized her in a determined kiss. The raspy tongue swept into her mouth, stroking sinuously against hers. Amelia sucked on it, tasting leshella and brute male. It was a heady flavor, making her grind down hard on him.

  The fingers in her backside pulled free. The Kalquorian behind her pressed close, and she felt his larger sex pushing against her anus. She shuddered, knowing the impossibility; he was too large to enter her that way. She also knew impossible or not, he’d take what he wanted and what she wanted him to take.

  Make me do this. Take my helpless body in ways no Earther man would dare. She waited unprotesting for the pain that must come.

  “Open to me,” Rajhir whispered. “Push against me.”

  Amelia did as he said and felt the tight ring of muscles relax. Slippery from its own lubrication, the thick primary cock invaded her nether orifice, pressing into her without mercy. The hurt felt tremendous and glorious at once. The sweet pain
stabbed into her, and still more of him slid into her, pushing at her boundaries. She lay quiescent against the male in front of her, her sobbing breath her only concession to the wondrous agony of this possession. She accepted the Kalquorians as her masters. As their slave she had no choice but to submit without complaint.

  After a few seconds, the invasion halted. The pain of this most taboo of possessions disappeared a bit at a time. Rajhir gave her time to adjust before advancing further inside. When she whimpered from renewed ache, he paused again. His tapered cock grew thicker as it neared the base, allowing for her body to accept him. At last he sighed. “I am inside.”

  Pleasure took over as Amelia’s lovers began their thrusts within her. They held her still between them as they rocked their hips in tandem. She groaned, a flesh vessel made only to accept their passion.

  A hand gripped her chin and turned her head to the side. The aroma of cinnamon teased her nostrils. She parted her lips, and her third lover’s sex glided into her mouth. Hands held either side of her head. The penis drove in and out, pumping her mouth and throat. Her lips clamped over the silky shaft while her tongue flicked against its driving length.

  The three aliens pressed into her, their animal growls mingling in the air. They drove hard into her accepting flesh, the last of the pain blossoming into all-consuming pleasure that engulfed her entire body. Overwrought by the intense sensations, she screamed her release around the cock pumping her mouth.

  The Kalquorians grunted as one. Hot semen fountained deep inside her anus and womb. The third penis pulsed its juice into her mouth. A second orgasm heaved molten fire within Amelia as the thick fluid slid over her tongue and down her throat. She screamed around the organ as fast as she could draw breath. The men’s strangled cries joined in.

  Afterward they lay naked on the cloth, catching their breath beneath the glare of the two suns. The Kalquorians removed Amelia’s blindfold along with the cloth binding her wrists. She lay still, relishing the ache of rough lovemaking. She had no doubt her secret flesh must be bruised. The thought made her smile. Never had she been so satisfied sexually.

  Flencik grinned with a little boy’s delight. “I like picnics. We should picnic every day.”

  Amelia giggled and wiped sweat from her forehead. “Not if it gets any hotter. The suns are almost too strong today.”

  Rajhir rolled over to face her, propping himself up on one arm. “Can you swim? The water would cool you.”

  She stretched, wincing a little. “That’s a wonderful idea, but I don’t have the strength.”

  “I will take you in. You are safe with me.” With that, Rajhir got up on his knees and picked her up, cradling her to his chest.

  Looking up at him, Amelia heard his words echo in her head. You are safe with me. It felt true, allowing her to relax as he got to his feet and carried her towards the lake.

  Breft ran ahead of them and dove in. He disappeared beneath the surface and reappeared some distance away moments later.

  “Swims like a fish, doesn’t he?” Amelia said as Rajhir waded into the lake. Flencik flanked them.

  “Fich?” Flencik’s brow furrowed.

  “Fish. A creature that lives in Earth’s oceans.”

  As the men reached chest-deep water, Flencik leaned forward. Rajhir rested Amelia on the broad expanse of the Imdiko’s back. The Dramok let her go and floated on his back, his long black hair fanning in the water. Amelia watched him with awe as he closed his eyes, letting the lake’s surface support his dark body. Rajhir looked like a god giving himself to the elements.

  Amelia clutched Flencik’s shoulders as he paddled out to deeper water. It cooled her parched skin as he towed her closer to Breft.

  She splashed the Nobek as she rode by. He growled playfully, lunged at them, and pulled her off Flencik’s back to dunk her. Before she rose to the surface on her own, he yanked her back up.

  “Are you all right?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” Breft dunked her again.

  Rajhir joined their laughing group. “Do something with your Nobek,” Amelia said. “He’s being an ass.”

  “As you command, my Matara.” Rajhir leapt halfway out of the water onto Breft, bearing the startled man under the water. Breft came back up snorting and sputtering as Flencik and Rajhir laughed at him.

  “That’ll teach you to pick on a lady,” Amelia teased. Breft grinned at her in response. He suddenly turned on Rajhir and yanked him underwater. The Dramok came up yelling.

  “You wait until I get my hands on you, Nobek!”

  Flencik laughed as the two sparred, splashing wildly. “Rajhir’s opponents in the council would no believe their eyes if they saw him be this way,” he told Amelia.

  “He does come across as rather stodgy sometimes,” she said. She couldn’t help but grin at the romping pair, two grown men acting like carefree boys. Suddenly Rajhir didn’t seem so uptight, nor Breft so fierce.

  The Imdiko sighed. “Rajhir has much responsibility. Most he gives on himself. In public, he is afraid to show anyone the least of weakness.”

  “Smiling is not a weakness,” Amelia protested.

  “It can be seen as such. Some he is among, Rajhir must watch out for. He learned that a long time ago.” Flencik searched her face. “It says something, he can allow you see him like this. He must think he can trust you.”

  Amelia stared at the clowning Dramok and Nobek. Rajhir trusted her? She swallowed. She knew too well what it was to not be able to put her faith in others, even those who she should. That she inspired that kind of emotion from the seemingly unbending Kalquorian made something inside her warm.

  Unfortunately, the warmth didn’t translate to her physical body. The lake’s cold temperature had chilled her, and now the twin suns beckoned her to lay on the shore to roast under their power. Refreshed but tired, Amelia struck off for the shore, her strokes lazy and slow. Still intoxicated by the bite, she didn’t worry about drowning. She had no doubt the Kalquorians were keeping a protective eye on her.

  When she reached land, she stretched out on the lilac grass to let the sun dry her body. Cavorting with three aliens sure wears a gal out, Amelia thought sleepily. She lazed with abandon, knowing all too well self-recrimination for her actions here with the Kalquorians would come later. Guilt for crimes both real and imagined was ever ready to spring at her.

  Fear of Earth’s retribution just wouldn’t leave her alone. The thought made her more tired than ever. She hated that she had to be drugged to enjoy sex as it was meant to be enjoyed.

  It bothered Amelia to realize that the perceptions of others meant more to her than her own beliefs that sex was a natural part of being human. Up until now, her reluctant relationship with the Kalquorians had been based on what Earth and her dead mother would have thought. They would condemn her if they knew what she had allowed to be done to her body. The brutality she would endure if her government discovered she had actually encouraged the aliens would leave her dead.

  It’s not fair. No one is getting hurt, and I’m having fun. Where’s the harm in that? If God truly wants to see me punished for my sins, why not leave it up to him?

  Amelia’s eyes closed. A breeze stirred the air. It caressed her naked body, diminishing the heat of the day. She dozed to escape the questions she had no answers for.

  The clan had other ideas. Their shadows blocked the suns as they surrounded her, their wet bodies dripping onto hers. Amelia opened her eyes and looked at them.

  They were magnificent, astoundingly beautiful in their raw, masculine power. She had no wish to deny them anything. Both her body and soul cried out to find sanctuary in their uncompromising strength.

  All three men knelt by her. Breft reached for her, lifting her so that he clasped her tight, her back against his chest. His cool wet body was like a shelter she could hide beneath. He slipped inside her easily, her body a ready sheath for his thick sex. He held her close, moving his hips with slow gentleness. His smaller penis ru
bbed against her clitoris with each forward swing. With one hand he held her belly, pressing her against him. His other arm wrapped around so he cupped a breast in his warm hand.

  The Nobek’s lovemaking was slow, steady, sure. He seemed to be making up for the earlier bestiality she’d enjoyed at his clan’s hands. The continued effects of the bite and wine kept Amelia pliant, and her body responded to the thoroughness of Breft’s caresses. Her orgasm didn’t shatter her into a million pieces this time; it rolled in large waves through her, bringing her shuddering from head to toe.

  Breft handed her to Rajhir. Again, Amelia was loved with care. Rajhir cradled the back of her head, holding her so he could kiss her deeply. His other arm supported her buttocks as he guided her onto his kneeling thighs and lowered her onto his maleness with precision. He rocked back and forth. The motion of his sex inside Amelia was small, but the angle rubbed his groin against her clitoris with excruciating pleasure. He brought her twice that way before realizing his own climax.

  Her lax body passed over to Flencik. For all his immense size, his was the most delicate of touches. Amelia closed her eyes and luxuriated in his butterfly caresses, in his soft kisses raining on her skin.

  The Imdiko even managed to enter her in a delicate manner despite his above average endowment. He used his surgeon’s fingers to part the folds of her sex with care. He inserted his penis by increments, allowing her body to take him in. She adjusted to him easily, as if made for him.

  Amelia lost all sense of time as he rose and descended above her. For a blissful eternity Flencik made love to her, yet when they cried out together, spending themselves in sudden violent contractions, she felt as if it had only been an instant.

  Exhaustion claimed her, sending her into the deepest abyss of sleep where even the Kalquorians couldn’t pull her free. She gave in to the fatigue with sadness. Every moment of pleasure with the aliens seemed precious in her intoxicated state. She hated to waste time sleeping when she could be making love.

  As Amelia fell into slumber, she thought, I wish I could have this always. I wish I could stay with them.