Alien Embrace

by Tracy St. John

  Israla smiled at his gasp. “Plasians are not — how do you say — shy? Tell me, has this known a woman’s warmth, boy?”

  Ramon’s head shook despite fearing she wouldn’t want a virgin, that she would laugh and leave him here with his painful need. He didn’t dare lie to her.

  Instead of walking away, Israla smiled and fondled him more energetically than before. He groaned as his manhood stiffened further in response, harder than he’d ever been in his life.

  Israla trilled laughter. “Good Earther boy. You have a strong fralis. I am pleased to know it. Show these people this fine thing you offer Israla.”

  Ramon dimly recalled the other aliens that had gathered around the ship when all the drama of the Ryan woman’s arrival began, and how more still arrived to watch the Kalquorians confront Croft. He couldn’t tear his attention from the Saucin to check if they still watched. He thought in the back of his mind that he and Israla must be giving them radically different entertainment from Earth versus Kalquor.

  The Kalquorians! Ramon had forgotten about them. He jerked his eyes from the trap of Israla’s gaze to check on the enemy — and more importantly, what they were looking at.

  Among the tittering crowd, the two hulking aliens paid no mind to him and Israla at all. Their full attention was riveted on the transport’s entrance.

  Israla strengthened her powerful grip on his groin. His body responded and Ramon moaned, spurring her to stroke his swollen prick with an eager quickness.

  “I must experience this untried sex of yours.” Her voice lowered to a throaty growl. “I want you for myself, Earther. I want to teach you the pleasures of love.”

  A thrill shot through Ramon’s gut. Israla wanted him! She wanted the very thing he’d sell his soul for; to instruct him in the mysteries of sex.

  This couldn’t really be happening, could it? He must be dreaming. Ramon thought he’d better wake up before Croft returned. He tried to back away from Israla, but his legs refused to obey. The heat in his groin sapped his will to resist.

  As if reading his mind, Israla said, “You go nowhere except with me.”

  Her free hand circled around his hips to grasp his buttocks. She kneaded his flesh expertly. He groaned again, unable to defend himself. Chuckles from the crowd broke through the roaring in his ears. “Lucky boy,” he heard someone say.

  Israla seemed to sense Ramon’s helplessness, and she moved in for the kill. She pulled close, pressing the softness of her body against him. He fought the urge to fall to his knees and suckle at her breast like a baby.

  Her mouth drifted close to his. His lips parted, and he tasted her sweet breath as she spoke. “I desire your youth, your strength. You will stay with me, here on Plasius.”

  Ramon finally found his voice and sobbed with need. “I can’t. General Croft is a psychopath. He’d hunt me down, tear me to shreds, and throw what’s left in the brig for eternity.” All this came out in a child’s whine.

  Israla stiffened, and her grip on his penis tightened until Ramon almost did fall to his knees. “You deny me nothing, boy. Croft has no power here. I rule Plasius. I command all here, including you. You obey me. I am the Saucin.”

  Yes, she was the Saucin, his goddess, his mistress. Ramon bowed his head in submission.

  A movement at the corner of his eye tweaked enough of his attention to make him glance that way.

  A Kalquorian stalked by, the redheaded Ryan woman naked in his arms. A collective gasp issued from the crowd. Israla’s two Kalquorian escorts rushed to them.

  The clan looked at him then. The woman was fearful and the men cold with threat. The Kalquorian holding Amelia Ryan handed her off to the biggest member of the clan. He stepped forward, putting himself between Ramon and the others. His lips wrinkled back in a snarl, exposing long fangs. There was no fear in this man’s face, though he seemed to be unarmed. In the fierce alien’s eyes, Ramon saw only the silent promise of death. The Kalquorian waited for Ramon’s reaction.

  Israla’s lips burned against his ear. “You will let them go. She is with those she belongs to. As are you.”

  Ramon returned his desperate gaze to her face. “I can really stay with you? Because the general would kill me. I’m not kidding. This is my life you’re talking about.”

  “The general is dead,” the Ryan woman said. “Take your chance and run.”

  Israla gave her a startled glance. She recovered and returned her attention to Ramon. “You will stay with me. Croft cannot touch you anymore.”

  She backed down the ramp, pulling him along by the crotch. Ramon followed like a puppy on a leash, dimly aware that the Kalquorians had left the transport’s dock and raced to another ship nearby. The crowd applauded Ramon like a hero. A few aliens patted him on the shoulder and shouted congratulations as Israla led him away.

  “Come Juan,” Israla said. And he went, floating along with her as if in a happy dream.

  A chauffeured shuttle pulled to a stop before them. The back door swung open, and Israla pushed him in. The moment the door shut, the shuttle raced away from the docking bay. Ramon heard the far off roar of a transport taking off.

  He had no chance to reflect on Amelia Ryan’s escape or his own. The Saucin was all over him. She removed Ramon’s clothes at an astonishing speed, simultaneously peeling and unwrapping the strip of cloth that barely concealed her own treasures. Ramon’s young body, muscular but still unfinished, was suddenly bare for Israla’s eyes, hands, and mouth to feast upon.

  “Please,” Ramon said. He held his hands up as if to ward her off even as his cock strained towards her hairless sex.

  “No need to wait, my sweet young Earther.” Her black marbled eyes dark with desire, Israla straddled him and pushed against his shoulders. Despite outweighing the Plasian by at least 100 pounds, Ramon fell back.

  “I’ll show you what I want. I’ll teach you all you need to know.”

  She mounted him, sliding his turgid member into the tight sleeve of her sex. Ramon cried out to feel himself captured in the warmth and foaming wetness of her. Israla threw her head back and moaned as she filled herself with him. Her nails raked his chest. The shallow tears she left in his flesh burned. He gripped the seat cushions, his knuckles turning white as he fought to hold back orgasm.

  He sobbed his gratitude and delight as he was drawn deep into the enfolding warmth of the womb. Murmuring encouragement even as she administered stinging slaps to discipline his overly eager flesh, Israla began Juan Ramon’s education. She proved every bit the stern teacher he desired.

  Chapter 25

  The captain of the Plasian transport the Kalquorians had booked passage on wanted no confrontation with Earth’s military. The moment the Kalquorians boarded, the small ship took off and exited Plasius’ atmosphere opposite of where the battlecruiser orbited the planet.

  As they flew for the safety of Kalquor, Rajhir led the clan down the transport’s corridor. Breft flanked Flencik carrying Amelia, the Nobek’s hand clutching hers as if he’d never let go again. His grip hurt her nerve-damaged hand, but she wouldn’t have let him release it for anything.

  “Did you find Vrill?” she asked, her voice trembling on the edge of a sob.

  “She should be on her feet again within a few days,” Flencik said.

  Amelia screamed her joy. “She’s alive? Oh thank God!”

  Breft chuckled. “Thank Flencik too. He saved her life.”

  “Have I told you how wonderful I think you are?”

  Flencik smirked. “I will let you show me after I treat your injuries and check the baby.”

  Amelia grinned at him. “You lech.”

  “What is ‘lech’?”

  “It’s short for lecherous. It describes a man who thinks very naughty thoughts about his Matara.”

  “Yes, I am lech.”

  Rajhir stopped before a closed door. He shook his head at them but smiled broadly. He barked a command in his own guttural language. The door clicked open and the clan went in.


  The room possessed little space to walk, but what it lacked in size it made up for in luxury. A bed, sized for an entire Kalquorian clan including a Matara, stretched almost wall to wall. Amelia could tell just by looking that the linens were of the highest quality. The walls glowed golden, illuminating the billowy swells of the bed. Shelves lining the walls were stocked with intoxicants to enhance the senses, toys to tease private body parts, lotions to massage, and lubricants to ease entry into tight spaces. The room was made for pleasure.

  “Oh boy,” Amelia breathed. “Do we have time to try out everything?”

  The three men laughed heartily as Flencik set her on the bed. The day’s tension and fear seemed to vanish at last.

  “We will see what we can do,” Rajhir promised. “For the moment, let Flencik take care of your poor face.”

  “Do I look completely awful?” Amelia fretted.

  “You could never look awful,” said Flencik at his most soothing. “But you are bruised and swollen. Let me see what I can do to make it better.”

  He clicked a button on the wall, and a storage compartment opened. He brought out a container that held his carefully packed medicines and surgical implements.

  Amelia sighed and let herself sink into the bed. “My arms and hands ache too. I think it’ll be full-blown pain before long.”

  “I will keep that from happening,” Flencik said. “Sit up so I can make it all better.”

  The bed was too comfortable for her to muster the energy, so Rajhir and Breft propped her between themselves. Neither was able to keep their hands from exploring her body. Amelia giggled and squirmed as they found places ticklish and sensitive.

  Flencik yelled at his clanmates. “Hands off! I am trying to treat her injuries.”

  “Hurry up!” they roared back in unison.

  Rajhir turned serious as he spoke to Breft. “You killed the general?”

  “Yes.”

  “I told you to not waste time on retribution.”

  “He was next to a vent opening. We could not pass without his knowledge.”

  “You could have simply incapacitated him.”

  Breft’s face went dangerous. “He was the one who put these marks on Amelia.”

  “Did you kill him in front of her, Nobek?” Rajhir’s tone was full of threat despite his quiet voice.

  “She did not see his death. She saw him after.”

  “And I approved,” Amelia added. “I only wish he had suffered more.”

  Rajhir looked at her. He brushed fingers against her bruised throat and grimaced. “I wish he had too,” he finally said. “I am not sorry he is dead, but there will be real trouble between Earth and Kalquor now. This could lead to war.”

  Breft bowed his head. “I am sorry for that. I accept any punishment deemed necessary.”

  “Punishment? Rajhir, no!” Amelia pulled at the Dramok. “Croft was a real threat to my life and our child’s too. Breft did what he had to.”

  “Perhaps.” Rajhir patted her shoulder. “We will discuss this later. Now is not the time.”

  “You mean when I’m not around.”

  Rajhir cocked an eyebrow at her. “It is hard to concentrate on such serious matters when you are near, my little one.” He grinned, and his face lost all its sternness. “Especially when you are naked.”

  Breft chuckled. “Rajhir is lech too. Are you still not done, Flencik?”

  “Patience,” Flencik muttered, still concentrating on Amelia’s injuries. “Get out of my way.” He slapped Rajhir’s hand away from her breast to his clanmates’ high amusement.

  They managed to control themselves while Flencik salved, healed, and injected medication, but Rajhir and Breft kept a whispered commentary on the pleasures they would inflict on Amelia as soon as the Imdiko finished his ministrations. Warm juices flowed from between her thighs at their teasing.

  At last Flencik put his implements away. “Feel better?”

  “Much. Thank you,” Amelia sighed, relieved she wouldn’t have to cope with her arms and hands.

  “Good. Now we celebrate your return,” Rajhir said, shedding his clothing.

  His penises jutted toward her sex. Amelia eagerly fell back and spread herself open for him. She moaned as he entered her, his hard thrusts welcoming her back to her rightful place. He filled her perfectly, the friction of his wet cocks making things deep inside tumble sweetly.

  Flencik crouched over her mouth. She suckled his sexes hungrily, inhaling his spicy-sweet scent as she lapped at one organ, then the other.

  Breft’s hands closed over her breasts. He touched them gently at first, his palms cupping each mound as his tongue swirled over each nipple in turn. The raspy caresses sent pleasure zinging from breasts to clit, making Amelia clench around Rajhir’s driving cocks. Then the Nobek became deliciously cruel with the fondling, pinching and slapping her heavy breasts, giving the nipples punishing nips of pleasure with his teeth.

  Eager flesh slipped in her wet, warm channel, lighting fires that burned hot and fierce until the conflagration swept through her entire being. Amelia cried out as the inferno consumed her, the first of many times.

  Despite the heaving maelstrom of sensation rampaging in her body, Amelia knew only peace in her heart and soul. That sweet sense of calm felt far lovelier than even the ecstasy of multiple orgasms. She was where she belonged, now and forever.

  She flew to Kalquor, but she wasn’t on her way home after all. The place of residence, whether Plasius, Earth, or Kalquor, was only an address. As long as she remained with Rajhir, Flencik, and Breft, she had already made her way home.

  The End

  Other books by Tracy St. John available at Amazon.com:

  Unholy Union

  The Font

  THE NETHERWORLD SERIES:

  Drop Dead Sexy

  Blood Potion No. 9

  Once Bitten Twice Dead

  THE CLANS OF KALQUOR SERIES:

  Alien Embrace

  Alien Rule

  Alien Conquest

  Alien Salvation

  Alien Slave

  Alien Interludes: Clans of Kalquor Short Stories

  Alien Redemption

  Alien Refuge

  OTHER CLANS OF KALQUOR STORIES:

  Shalia’s Diary Book 1

  THE CLAN BEGINNINGS SERIES:

  To Clan and Conquer

  Clan and Conviction

  Please visit Tracy’s website at http://www.tracystjohn.com/

  and Tracy’s blog at http://tracystjohn.blogspot.com

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  Enjoy the free serialized Clans of Kalquor story Shalia’s Diary at http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

  Are you ready for more Clans of Kalquor? The saga continues…

  Alien Rule

  Marked for execution, Jessica McInness knows joining the enemy is her only hope for survival. However when Kalquor’s crown princes arrive to rescue her, she discovers the three alien men aren’t quite what she hoped for in lifelong mates. Arrogant and brutish, the royal clan infuriates her—and awakens passions as no other men have.

  The Kalquorians are determined to seduce the temperamental woman who inflames their lusts. They relentlessly pursue the hesitant Earther, resorting to forceful means to claim her as their mate. But love comes at a high price when the princes’ choice of a princess incites a rebellion on Kalquor…and endangers Jessica’s life.

  Mild BDSM. Forced seduction. Multiple sexual partners.

  Alien Rule is a fascinating, erotic, entertaining, and romantic tale full of mystery and suspense. Ms. St. John you rock! –Tallyn Porter, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

  This book with its unconventional love story had everything I enjoy in a book. The sex scenes are numerous and thoroughly enjoyable. You may want a nice cold drink on hand. –Amy Hopkins, The Romance Studio

  Alien Conquest

  Cassidy Hamilton doesn’t think life can get any worse after being sequestered in a convent on Europa. A Kalquo
rian invasion changes her mind in a hurry, and she barely eludes her people’s greatest enemy. Fear and desire become a heady mixture when her spying reveals the aliens’ intentions for Europa’s nuns: bondage and seduction.

  Mild BDSM. Captive situation/forced seduction. Multiple sexual partners.

  The sexual scenes in this book are extremely hot, but it is the ending of the story that will take the reader by surprise. –Candy, Sensual Reads

  Alien Salvation

  Lindsey McInness and her parents are barely surviving on post-Armageddon Earth. When a Kalquorian shuttle crashes nearby, Lindsey has no choice but to offer herself to the clan on board in exchange for food and rescue.

  Bacoj, Japohn and Vax are stunned when a young woman presents herself to them for their sexual pleasure. Kalquorians of their youth and low rank have no expectation of finding the elusive Earther mates Kalquorians covet so highly. But the strong willed and yet yielding Lindsey seems to be a perfect fit for them … until they learn her secret that threatens to tear the entire clan apart.

  Mild BDSM. Multiple sexual partners.

  This book contains lots of hot sex and a plot filled with action. –Candy, Sensual Reads

  Alien Slave

  Dani Watson is a sex slave on the planet of Dantovon. Having escaped post-Armageddon Earth, she’s resigned to spending several years working in a brothel to pay off her slave contract. Her one consolation is that she avoided being captured and enslaved by the Kalquorians.

  When a Kalquorian clan buys her contract, Dani attempts escape. Crashing on a remote moon gets her puts her life in jeopardy, leaving her and the clan of Gelan, Wynhod, and Krijero fighting for survival in a hostile environment. Worse still, they’re being hunted by a group of brutal Tragooms who are determined to capture Dani and subject her to a fate worse than mere slavery.