Alien Embrace

by Tracy St. John

  Amelia stopped squirming as his words penetrated the fog of lust consuming her. “Really? Even though my body reacted like I wanted some of it?”

  Flencik picked up for Rajhir. “Even if you received pleasure from all of it. Which brings us to fact three: I think you might like a little pain and humiliation because these things make it safe for you to enjoy sex.”

  She gaped at him. “Run that by me again?”

  The Imdiko nodded. “Think, Amelia. You have been taught that sex for pleasure, even within marriage, is sinful and deserving of punishment severe enough to be fatal. When you are forced or hurt or shamed, a part of you recognizes you are already enduring punishment. Your body is free to enjoy sexual intercourse.”

  “That’s twisted,” Amelia said. She squirmed, not liking his assessment.

  “It is normal considering what you have been through.” Flencik stroked her hair. “You are now completely safe from men like Perkins or Garroway. We have given and will continue to give you the pleasure you respond to without true harm being done.”

  The euphoric warmth overtook her again. She wiggled the fingers of the hand Rajhir held trapped. “And since you promised, it’s time you get me to respond again.”

  Rajhir rumbled laughter as he kissed her fingertips. “Absolutely.”

  The three men tumbled Amelia onto the lounger, pulling clothes off her and themselves. She found herself in the midst of a forest of muscled arms, in a sea of grasping hands that stroked, rubbed, pinched, caressed. Mouths kissed, licked, nipped, tasted.

  She closed her eyes with a sigh, surrendering herself entirely to sensation. They filled her with their passion, opening moist channels to spend their pleasure. She rode each orgasm in blissful intoxication, receiving one man in her mouth, one in her womb, and one in her anus. She served them with uncontained joy. The air hung heavy with sighs, grunts, and cries of ecstasy accomplished.

  The rest of the day was lost to pleasure, as if to bid goodbye to Plasius in the sensual manner of its indigenous populace. Vrill would approve, Amelia thought proudly at one point.

  The tempestuous day ended with her kneeling before Rajhir, who clutched his hands around her head as he pumped into her mouth. She rubbed the underside of his penis with her tongue, giving him delicious friction. He sighed as he withdrew his slick penis to the tip then slid inside to the back of her throat. He held her hair back so he could watch himself take her.

  Flencik rode her from behind, his larger penis pressing deeply into her tight-rimmed anus while the smaller dipped into her vulva. Pain and pleasure combined to keep her desire at its peak. She trembled from the frequent and intense climaxes his hard use gave her.

  Beneath her crouched body, Breft suckled her breasts, gently sucking, then biting just to the point of pain, suctioning a tender mound as far into his mouth as possible, licking the tips with a delicate tongue. His fingers teased her clitoris, the dainty tickle a counterpoint to Flencik’s force. She poured honey over his hand.

  With every explosive contraction of her womb Amelia enslaved herself more completely to them in her heart. She could not serve them enough, could not offer her body to them in too many ways. When they poured their love into her, her one thought was of how much she loved all three, and how life would be hell without them.

  Chapter 15

  Amelia woke. The sunlight of another golden Plasian morning streamed into the clan’s quarters. It took her a few moments to miss the comfortable bulk of her clanmates. She lay alone on the plush lounger.

  She blinked. The three Kalquorians were all up and fully dressed, Rajhir and Breft in their ubiquitous formsuits and Flencik in a tunic and trousers. They had admitted they had other clothes at home on Kalquor. Amelia looked forward to seeing them dressed differently. Not that she minded the body-hugging formsuits one bit. No, the stretchy fabric that allowed her to view every delicious bump and valley of their chiseled physiques was very much to her liking.

  Rajhir sat at the vid with his back to her, muttering commands to the machine. Breft stood behind his shoulder, watching the screen with interest.

  Flencik bustled in the kitchen area. He lifted a tray and turned towards Amelia. He started to see her sit up.

  “Good morning,” he said, smiling at her as he carried her breakfast to the lounger. “I am glad you woke yourself. Now you will not be mad I wake you.”

  “As if I could ever get mad at you,” Amelia answered. He sat behind her, balancing the tray on his knees. She snuggled back against him, enjoying the warmth of his arm circling around her.

  “Good morning, Amelia.” Breft left the vid to lean down and kiss her on the tip of her nose. He stepped back to allow Rajhir to do the same.

  “You grow more beautiful each day,” the Dramok told her. “You are well?”

  “Yes.” Amelia loved the ritual of their greetings when she woke. She didn’t think she’d ever tire of it.

  Flencik pressed a morsel of desrel to her lips. She ate it delicately from his fingers. Rajhir returned to the vid, and Breft followed him.

  “What are you doing?” she asked between bites. Flencik’s attention made speaking difficult. As soon as she swallowed one mouthful, he pressed more food into her mouth.

  “I am arranging for the soonest possible transport to Kalquor,” Rajhir replied without looking around. “We must leave Plasius quickly. An Earther military transport arrived early while we still slept.”

  Breft shot her a glance. “They may try to take you back by force.”

  Amelia’s stomach churned with new anxiety. “You think they’re here because of me?”

  Breft and Rajhir exchanged a look. After a long moment of silence, Rajhir answered. “They have already demanded Israla hand you over to them.”

  Amelia gasped. “What did she say?”

  Breft’s face twisted into an unpleasant smile. “She told them, in their own language, to ‘go fuck themselves’. If I understand the meaning right, it was a very appropriate, if impossible, suggestion.”

  Amelia pushed Flencik’s hovering hand away from her mouth. “How soon will we leave for Kalquor?” she asked.

  “Tonight. I am arranging passage now. I will visit Saucin Israla this morning and finish my official duties.” Rajhir stood and addressed Breft. “You check the transport and map our route from here so we avoid all contact with hostile Earthers.”

  “There will not be any threat to our Matara,” Breft affirmed. He smiled his most predatory smile at Amelia before striding out to obey Rajhir’s orders.

  “Flencik, prepare our belongings. Arrange for them to be loaded on the transport.”

  Flencik nodded. “When Amelia finishes her meal, I will begin.”

  Amelia eased herself free of the Imdiko. “I think I’ve had enough to eat.”

  He frowned at her plate, still half full. “Done?”

  “The excitement’s killed my appetite.” She tried on a reassuring smile.

  He rose, satisfied. “I will pack right away.”

  Rajhir added, “I will see the Saucin now.” He came to Amelia, who perched bolt upright on the lounger. “Do not fear, my Matara. Earth will not have you.” His purple eyes burned. He bent down to give her a lingering kiss before sweeping out of the quarters, leaving her alone with Flencik.

  Leaving her confused. Fearful. The arrival of Earth’s military terrified Amelia. She’d seen the looks on her clan’s faces. They were concerned too.

  Only last night she’d thought of how life without the trio of Kalquorians would be hell. Now, as if summoned by her fears, Earthers had arrived to take her away.

  No! No! Amelia’s racing mind screamed. She wanted a place they could all run to and hide. Surely the soldiers would arrive at their door any moment now, and though Flencik’s size and strength was formidable, he’d be no match for a platoon of armed men. He was not trained for fighting.

  Flencik’s voice sounded from the other room. “I almost forgot —Vrill called and left a message for you to call back as
soon as possible.”

  “Thanks.” Amelia found a robe to wrap herself in and approached the vid. Maybe saying goodbye to her dearest Plasian friend would keep her calm until the escape. Hearing Vrill banter about Amelia’s rich sex life would be a welcome distraction.

  “Call Ambassador Vrill.” Amelia heard the tremor in her own command and cleared her throat. She forced a bright smile and waited for Vrill to answer.

  It took so long that Amelia almost cancelled the call, but the vid finally beeped and the Plasian appeared on the screen.

  Vrill’s olive hair was mussed and whipping about in agitation. She adjusted an askew shoulder strap of whatever scanty thing she was wearing today. Looks like I interrupted something, Amelia thought with amusement. Seeing Vrill fresh from an apparent liaison helped chase away some of her trepidation.

  “Should I call at a better time?” Amelia smiled, arching an eyebrow.

  Vrill licked her lips. Her chest heaved as if form some great exertion. “Now is fine. Can you come over right away?”

  “What’s the rush? Aren’t you, uh, entertaining a guest?”

  “No, not at all. Can you come?”

  Amelia frowned. “I’m afraid not. Earthers have shown up to take me away, so we’re leaving for Kalquor tonight. Are you all right?”

  Vrill bit her lip. She was upset; Amelia felt sure of it. “I know about your military coming here.” She took a deep breath and looked away from the screen. “I was sure you’d be leaving soon. I have something I want to give you, but you have to come here.”

  “I don’t see how I can. The clan is very worried.”

  “As they should be.” Vrill now looked angry. She faced the screen again. “Perhaps we should just say our goodbyes now.”

  “I’m sorry, Vrill. I didn’t mean to leave on such short notice—”

  “That’s fine. Have a wonderful life. You deserve it.” Vrill broke the connection.

  Amelia stared open mouthed at the empty vid screen. “What. The. Hell?” she said, enunciating with disbelief.

  Why had Vrill been so angry? Amelia had confided some of the worst punishments Earth meted out to sexual heretics to her friend. Surely Vrill understood the threat to Amelia and her unborn child!

  She left the vid and joined Flencik in the other room. For a few moments she contented herself by watching him pack the clan’s belongings. The Imdiko moved like a bulky cyclone. A contented smile sat on his face as he bustled about.

  Amelia swallowed the lump in her throat and forced a cheerful tone. “You work fast.”

  Flencik looked at her. His smile grew to one of genuine pleasure at her company as he continued his hurried but careful packing. “I am making sure we can leave when the transport is ready to depart. Did you speak to Vrill?”

  Amelia took a deep breath. “She’s really upset with me for leaving so abruptly. She wanted me to visit her one last time.”

  “Too dangerous.” Flencik tossed a full case of packed belongings on the pile he’d already completed. Amelia was impressed with his organizational skills. She watched him open an empty case and begin to fill it as well.

  “I suppose.” She tried to keep hurt out of her voice. Flencik, always on the alert for clanmates’ distress whether physical or emotional, detected the pain. He immediately stopped packing and came to her.

  “My poor Matara,” he soothed, kissing her cheeks. His tenderness undid Amelia, and she clung to him, crying softly.

  He continued to kiss her face, stroking her hair with soothing hands. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging onto him as if for dear life. Earth wanted to tear her away from her clan; she could almost feel her enemies clutching at her.

  Flencik picked her up, holding her tight to his torso. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her robe falling away so her naked sex pressed against him. The Imdiko’s hands shifted so that they cupped her bared buttocks. Amelia became wet instantly.

  His comforting kisses turned passionate. His tongue swept into her mouth to taste, to devour. She moaned and ground her aching female flesh against the granite muscles of his abdomen. Her movements made his tunic ride up so that she felt the warmth of his flesh.

  Flencik growled into her mouth as he gripped her buttocks hard. He pushed her up against the wall. She moaned to feel herself trapped between the hard surface and the equally hard Kalquorian. She moved her wet sex against his belly, sliding up and down to delight her secret flesh.

  He growled again, a bestial sound that aroused Amelia all the more. She gripped him even harder, trying to fuse her torso to his. One of his hands left its bruising grip on her backside and fumbled at his pants closure. He freed himself, and his thickness was suddenly underneath her, pushing to invade her warmth. His hips thrust upward, and Amelia screamed her pleasure at the sudden impaling.

  Flencik heaved against her as if he’d drive her right through the wall at her back. She cried with each delicious plunge he made into her flesh. His angle was wrong for his smaller penis to enter her nether orifice, so he pressed a thick finger into the tight aperture. She groaned to be filled completely.

  His mouth worked hers hungrily. He pressed hard against her, his hips pumping furiously, his finger plunging in and out. He shifted, applying pressure on various parts of her clinging sheath until he found that sweet spot. Amelia shrieked into his mouth, which he answered with a roaring growl.

  Over and over his sex rubbed the bundle of nerves she liked best. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. Amelia writhed and fought to escape the delicious torture, to catch her breath. Flencik kept her positioned so the friction remained where he wanted.

  He drove against her mercilessly, and Amelia’s desire built beyond endurance. She screamed nonstop now; the heat in her womb consumed her. It built higher until she must burst, and still release would not come.

  She kicked and clawed at the man holding her prisoner against the wall. Her struggles were that of a mouse against a lion. Flencik seemed to not notice the nails leaving trails of blood down his neck. Her hands tangled in his coal black curls and pulled desperately. She couldn’t budge him.

  Suddenly the dam within Amelia’s belly broke. Orgasm exploded throughout her body. She flailed helplessly in the Kalquorian’s iron grip, her flesh beyond conscious control. Her lover’s rhythm faltered, but she barely registered it in the haze of pulsing ecstasy. His bellow of completion was a dim background noise to the pounding roar of her ears.

  She slid down the wall as Flencik’s legs buckled beneath them. His knees hit the floor hard, driving his pulsing sex deeper into hers. Amelia clenched around him in renewed climax. She bit into his shoulder as pleasure tore through her body. She tasted his blood, a coppery sweet flavor filling her mouth.

  He panted and she sobbed as desire slowly ebbed to leave their bodies limp with exhaustion. Amelia sagged within the protective curl of the Imdiko. As the last touch of pleasure twinged, she fainted.

  When she came to moments later, Flencik was just beginning to stir. He slowly rolled them onto the floor to lie belly to belly. His chest was still heaving as he gasped, “Are you all right?”

  “I thought I was going to die. It was wonderful,” Amelia whispered, her strength too sapped to provide even a voice.

  He rasped a sound that, had he the breath, would have been laughter. He caressed her cheek with trembling fingers.

  Flencik recovered his strength first. He propped himself on one elbow to look down at Amelia with adoration. “You are amazing.”

  “Oh no, look what I did.” She traced the still-bleeding oval of teeth marks on his shoulder. “You’d better treat this right away.”

  He grinned. “You know how I am about my marks of honor.”

  Amelia shook her head at him. “Don’t be macho. This is a mess.”

  “If it concerns you so much, I should not let you see my back.” At her groan Flencik kissed the tip of her nose. “I like I made you as an animal. I like you wild.”

  Her face went hot. “Stop
teasing me. It’s embarrassing to lose control like that.”

  He thumped his chest, an alien Tarzan. “I am a great lover to do this. I will show the others what I made you do.”

  Amelia couldn’t help but giggle. “Have you learned the word incorrigible yet?”

  “Does it mean great lover?”

  She laughed out loud. “At least you made me forget Earth’s military and Vrill for a little while.”

  Flencik kissed her tenderly. “I really am sorry you cannot visit your friend.”

  “Damn them.” Amelia’s bitterness quickly eclipsed the afterglow of their coupling.

  Flencik frowned his own displeasure. “I hope Breft and Rajhir will return soon. I do not like you being without the protection of all of your clan.”

  A thought made Amelia sit up. “I bet the Earthers would never think to look for me at Vrill’s.”

  “You cannot go to Vrill’s. It is too dangerous.”

  “It’s even more dangerous for me to be here. They no doubt know the location of the clan’s quarters. They may come for me.”

  Flencik snorted. “They would be fools to do so. Breft would demolish half the troops before they could react, and Rajhir is himself a force to be feared.”

  “They’re not here right now, and you could be hurt because of me,” Amelia fretted. “I would rather die than—”

  “Do not say such things!” Flencik wrapped his massive arms around her in a fierce protective gesture. “I am no fighter, but I will let nothing happen to you. Losing you would be worse than any physical injury I would endure.”

  He kissed Amelia hard, as if to reassure himself she was still safe and sound. She clung to him, pretending the muscled alien could indeed protect her from her own people.

  It was only an illusion and she knew it. As soon as Flencik’s mouth left hers she gasped, “Let me hide at Vrill’s. You can come for me as soon as the others return or even wait until the transport’s ready.”