ALIEN ROMANCE: Cream for Alien (Sci-Fi Alien Romance, Abduction Erotica, BBW, Alpha Male, Interracial, Alien Invasion, Fantasy, Short Story)

by Styles, Celia

  "The Morg came to us as a traveler. He swore he was one of us, but we all knew by his scent that he wasn‘t, and that he was a filthy Morg. He tried to conquer us as well, tried to implement his deceitful plan to bring the rest of the Morgs to our planet.

  "He focused his hate on the goddesses which we treasure. He tried hard to capture our goddess, but we hid her well in the depths of your Earth. We refused to allow anything to happen to her, but now the time has come, and we must have you back.”

  “What does this have to do with you? Why doesn’t the Morg just get a sex goddess of his own?”

  “The thirst and desire of good sex has become the symbol of good fortune. You bring us that good fortune. The Morg isn’t like that at all. I don’t think he is even able to know what good sex or good fortune is; we just know he grows with hate and deceit.”

  “Does that mean I am going to be captured?”

  “I don’t know. I wouldn’t seriously put anything past the Morg. He seems to love new angles he can manipulate people with, and if it means destroying us by taking our sex goddess, he will.”

  “Is that what happened to our colony?”

  “No, he will turn us against each other. We will begin killing ourselves. I saw it happen a hundred years or so back, when he did it last time. We had to move on or be wiped out. It was complete chaos.”

  “How can the Morg be stopped? I don’t want to see everyone be killed.”

  “There is no way he can be stopped. We must prepare for him to return. That is the only real way to get rid of him.”

  “How can we protect the colony?”

  “We are unsure Our last attempt was a complete and utter failure.”

  I was horrified. There had to be some way to stop the Morg from hurting everyone. They were becoming my family and friends. They worshiped me, and I felt responsible for them.

  Dite shook his head. “Most aliens are immune to the treatment the Morg dishes out. I have never seen such a battle turn us against each other, though. It was as if fate was against us. I would hate to see you in such danger.”

  I let out a sigh. “I don’t understand. If your colony is more advanced than the human species, how is that you can’t outthink a Morg to protect yourself?”

  Dite shrugged. “We are unsure why we couldn’t protect one another. You also have to put in perspective that he split altogether. No one worked with one another, causing the blood to be shed among us.”

  Dite held his hand up to the moonlight. “Kelli, you see that mark? That is a battle wound from the last time the Morg was here.”

  “I have to do something.”

  “I am flattered by how big your heart is and how you have proved to all of us that not all humans will kill us in the name of science. I am afraid, however, that you don’t possess any powers to prevent the Morg from plaguing us. This isn’t something you can do alone. We need to find the answers to disarm the Morg.”

  I knew there had to be a way to remove the powers of the Morg. There had to be some sort of library or book to tell me that. I knew back home I would search the answers and find a solution, but this wasn’t that easy.

  “How long do you think we have before the Morg arrives here?”

  “I am unsure. The Morg seems to be tracking us.”

  I panicked at this sudden information. There was something scary about Morg and how he hunted the aliens. The colony had become my friends and family. They accepted me, and I didn’t want to see them all hunted in such a savage way.

  “There has to be something we can do. What if we trick Morg? Do you think that could work?” I asked.

  “I am sorry, I really doubt it.”

  I looked at him quietly for several minutes, staring deep into his eyes, full of sadness and defeat. I didn’t understand how an advanced civilization could end up being a victim. I guess they forgot how smart and powerful they really were.

  I also wanted answers, and I knew that Dite didn’t have them for me. I needed to know why one person could hold so much power and aim to destroy our lives.

  *

  The Morg somehow crossed the river, and we were still trying hard to outsmart him. I felt angrier every day that we couldn’t stop and relax, but we had to be prepared. Our lives were constantly in jeopardy, and I could no longer stomach the fact that we were running from our fear. There was more to it.

  Why did the village allow an outsider to destroy their community? I knew that magic helped people, but it could also destroy them. I didn’t understand why the Morg was doing this, and I was pretty sure none of us would.

  I walked away from Dite as I stared out at the planet blanketed in dirt. There was nothing alive within its grasp, and it never gave up what it swallowed. Not a single light survived within it, and the whole horizon disappeared. Not a single animal was out as we ventured towards the colony proper.

  “If this keeps up, Dite, we are going to have to ask her to leave. We can’t keep putting her in danger. It isn’t right,” another alien said.

  “She knows too much. You know what Morg will do to her!” Dite argued back as he sprawled out on a rock.

  How was she going to change the fact that fate itself wasn't on their side, since Morg was hunting them? Time was going by and we were running out of answers. I just hoped that the old legend was right about the sex goddess, and that every time I came, it would bring good fortune to the alien civilization.

  I looked up, hoping to see the stars tonight, but there was only sheer blackness. I wanted to figure out a plan so Morg would stop hunting us all, but I didn't even know where to start.

  “I want to stay, Dite. I am sure I can help in some way.”

  I knew I could help. I may be a human, but there had to be some way I could help.

  Dite opened his mouth, then closed it. I knew he wasn’t on the same page as me, or even saw it the same way. He saw that we were hunted, and it was no longer safe for me to continue to keep running from Morg. He tried often to tell me that they had done this for years, and it didn’t really upset or scare them, but I knew he was lying. These aliens had the same fear drive as we did.

  “There has to be a way to mend this and solve what the Morg caused. I am not going to let anyone just decide whether or not it is the end. I am sorry, but I can’t watch all of you die. I have found a sense of belonging here. I don’t want someone to jeopardize it.”

  “I know you want the answers from me tonight and a plan how to fix this, Kelli. We would all love the answers to be able to finally stop the Morg. I don’t think we are going to get them tonight. Magic is the only thing that could help us, and there isn’t a magic user here,” Dite replied softly as he ran his fingers through my hair.

  “Do you know of any powerful beings that could help us? There has to be someone around these parts of the galaxy that can help.”

  “I don’t know of anyone that could help us with the Morg. If they could help us, it would put their society in jeopardy, so I doubt they would help us.”

  I frowned, thinking about it. Being here was unlike Earth in many ways. We were alone with only each other and the fear of the Morg to keep us company.

  The aliens that worshipped me were odd creatures that could hold an intellectual conversation, yet they were quite the introverts. Except Dite, who seemed at first sight of me wanted to know me. I had grown quite fond of them.

  Dite was unique out of the whole bunch, but everyone was opening up more and more to me as time went on. We were growing to be a family, part of the colony and their sex goddess, but I wasn’t sure how to help them with this.

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  Seduced by Two Magicians

  By Celia Styles

  I fluffed my hair in the mirror one last time, and dabbed at my lipstick with my ring finger; well, I might be hitting the town without my fiancé tonight, but at least I looked damned good.

  My heart did a little, unhappy leap when I remembered that Victor and I wouldn’t be spending our big, make-or-break trip together; that said, it could hardly come as a surprise to anyone who had been paying attention over the last few weeks.

  Victor and I had been together for two and a half years when he’d proposed. And it had been as romantic and perfect you could hope for; after a quiet dinner, on a bridge, in Paris, where he’d swept me away for a short surprise break last year. And of course I said ‘yes’; this was a guy who I’d been in love with for years. There was no way I was going to turn down the chance to make him mine for life.

  And then came the commitment phobia. I guess that a lot of people would argue that, since Vic proposed to me, he had quite the opposite of commitment phobia; to those people, I say it’s amazing what the prospect of actually marrying your girlfriend will do to a man. And it wasn’t as if he’d hired a bunch of prostitutes and fucked them in my living room (though sometimes I wish he had, just because at least then it would have made a good story). No, it was nothing as interesting as that. But Victor started flirting with my friends whenever they came over, spending more money that he specifically had on drink and pot, and generally doing all the low-level shitty things that dumb fiancés who haven’t thought about how their future wives might feel about all this have been known to do. And, though before I had consoled myself with the knowledge that I could get the hell out whenever I wanted with no real kickback, it was different now. I had officially said yes to spending the rest of my life with this.

  There was a nagging little voice in the corner of my mind that told me I shouldn’t have said yes, but that voice became pretty insistent by the time I picked up Vic’s phone to answer it and heard an unfamiliar woman on the other end. That in itself wouldn’t have been so bad, but the look on his face when I went to pass on the message was enough to tell me that he felt guilty, even if he hadn’t actually done anything yet. Her name was India and he had met her through his work as a music promoter; she was a singer-songwriter, he was the skeevy older man who kept his number on his phone a little too long.

  I’m sure you can picture what came next for yourself; screaming, yelling, shouting, bawling. There was a falling out. There might have been some storming-off and some slamming of doors (guilty as charged). But it wasn’t long till Vic had convinced me to let him take me on an all-expenses paid trip to Atlantic City, courtesy of the label he was working for. He got to poke around a few new bands, I got to soak up the sun, sex, and gambling of this knockoff Las Vegas. In retrospect, it probably wasn’t the best reason to give the relationship one last parting shot, but hey, it was a holiday. So I booked the time off work and hopped on a plane, letting Vic book up an expensive hotel on the label and ordering champagne through room service as soon as we walked through the door.

  Then, of course, the reality of actually trying to pull off a make-or-break holiday set in. Within minutes, Vic was out the door and on the phone while I sipped on the cheap champagne, wondering if we would get to have make-up sex on the hotel bed. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to or not, but felt like I probably should.

  Then, of course, Vic came wandering back in, shoving his phone to the bottom of his pocket, with that look of “oops-I-did-something-bad-ask-me-so-I-don’t-have-to-bring-it-up” I’d seen only a few days before.

  “Vic,” I asked, trying to stay calm, “Who was that on the phone?”

  He looked down, scuffing his feet on the carpeted floor before he answered. I knew even before the words came out of his mouth what his answer was going to be.

  “Um, I was talking to Wanda.”

  Wanda. Fucking Wanda. After all this time, and all those rows, Vic could never quite seem to shake the allure of his ex-wife. I’d met her, and sure, I totally understood why Vic still pined after her as much as he did- she was tanned, tall, smart, with the kind of smile that made you want to split your face in half just to match her. But it wasn’t until that very moment that I realized why she and Vic had broken up; because she was way, way too good for him.

  “Vic,” I snarled, climbing out from the rubble of the suitcase I’d been unpacking.

  “Rachel, please, you know she called me, and-”

  “Like goddamn hell she did!” I exploded. “I know just as well as you do that Wanda has no fucking time for you any more, just like most women in the world, and that you were calling her because you wanted to make sure you couldn’t find your way back into her pants before you shacked up with me for good!”

  “Look, I admit I called her, but it wasn’t like that,” wheedled Victor.

  “Oh come on, Vic, let’s not make pretend any more. Maybe I should just fuck off for a while so you can go listen to your precious bands. Hey, maybe one of them’ll suck your dick, ‘cause I sure as hell won’t!” I snapped, grabbing a skimpy dress and heels and stuffing them in my handbag. If I was going to be stuck in Atlantic City on the brink of a break-up with my fiancé, then I wanted to at least look good. Hey, maybe I might even end up getting laid. I barely suppressed a grin at the thought. C’mon, Rachel, you’re not even out of his room yet.

  Grabbing a handful of make-up, I swung the long strap of my handbag over my shoulder and stomped past Vic. “Have a great time in Atlantic City, you douche. Don’t expect to see me back here any time soon.”

  I brushed by him and out the door, slammed it, then leaned back against the wall outside, letting out a deep, long breath. That had felt way better than it had any right to- sure, I had just broken up with my fiancé, and my heart twinged a little when I thought of it that way. But I had just chucked Vic, and when I thought of it like that, I wanted to dance up the corridor and sing out loud. It was about time that the dumb bastard got what was coming to him. I was pretty sure that this meant I didn’t have to marry him now. Thank God we never set a date or sent out invitations.

  Stamping down to the hotel lobby, I found a bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes I’d grabbed from my suitcase. A short, black and blue dress that skimmed over my curves, tight around the breasts and ass, along with some towering black cage heels that made any outfit look badass. While Atlantic City probably wasn’t the best place for a stylist like me to display her wares, it wouldn’t hurt to know that I looked smoking hot as I hit the town. Fuck it, I had nothing to lose, and I might as well have some fun while I was there.

  Slipping on my heels, I inspected my make-up in the mirror. Re-touching my eyeliner, I slicked on a layer of blackberry-purple lip stain and wiggled another coat of mascara over my eyes. Stepping back so I could admire myself, I had to admit I didn’t look half bad. Fluffing out my dark brown, breast-length hair, I pulled my dress down so it showed a little more cleavage (of which I had plenty), and smoothed it over my ass so it showed off every curve. I didn’t work this hard for this body so I could hide it every day. But the main thing I noticed in my reflection was the sparkle in my eye; the kind of look that said “hey, anything could happen tonight, because you just dumped your good-for-nothing fiancé”. And that was a look I really liked. Only one more touch- I slid my engagement ring off my finger, and left it sitting next to the sink. I didn’t need it any more.

  Marching out into the lobby, I caught a couple of heads turning to look my way- damn, that felt good. I usually avoided looking as straight-up sexy as this, but it was awesome to be noticed, and the feeling sent a little shiver of excitement through my whole body, spreading over my belly and down my groin. It had been a long time since I’d last had good s
ex, and I promised myself that tonight I would find someone to hook up with. Maybe now was the time to explore those fun lesbian fantasies I was always having? Slow down, I thought to myself- you’ve only just broken up with him, and you’re here for three nights. Might as well spread out the debauchery a little.

  The hotel was attached to one of the bigger casinos in the area, and, as I stepped out on to the floor, I could see why this was such a popular destination. It was opulent in a completely over-the-top way, packed with gilded gold this and deep scarlet that, the whole room studded with that kind of cheap luxury that generally leads directly into dirty sex in a hotel room after a big win and a lot of cocktails. Or maybe I was just getting a bit ahead of myself. I sincerely hoped not.

  Suddenly, I spotted a large, bustling crowd across the room, packed around a garish pair of auditorium doors. There must have been a couple of hundred people, at least, and there were more people gravitating towards the crowd from across the room. What the hell was going on in there that made it so special?

  Wandering over to one of the many bars peppered around the casino, I casually glanced over at the sign over the auditorium door. In glittering gold letters, it read “White & Brown”.

  Well, even for me, those were two names that didn’t need any introduction. White and Brown were one of those double-acts that became eponymous with the industry they were working in; Laurel and Hardy for comedy, Woodward and Bernstein for journalism, and White and Brown for magic. I had never been much of a fan of magic myself, but the thought of getting a few cocktails and shooting glances at handsome strangers as the night wore on was very tempting, so I casually wandered over and joined the queue. It was surprisingly liberating to be doing this by myself.