AFRICAN AMERICAN URBAN FICTION: BWWM ROMANCE: Billionaire Baby Daddy (Billionaire Secret Baby Pregnancy Romance) (Multicultural & Interracial Romance Short Stories)

by Carmella Jones

  Besides his face, though, most of his body was humanesque--and chiseled like a bodybuilder at that. However, his human shape was where the cross species similarities ended yet again. Nerol's skin was a light lavender hue, with bluish spots, somewhat like very thick stripes, going down the the sides of his arms and legs. Looking at him, she saw he wore no shoes, but did have something akin to a loincloth around his waist, though it seemed to be made of a very fine metallic set of plates, rather than cloth. This, along with a thin black collar, which looked rather like jewelry, were the only items of clothing that he wore.

  "Who . . . I mean, what are you?" Scarlet asked, just recoiling at the sight of Nerol, and backing up to the head of her bed to put some distance between herself and the creature before her.

  "What? I do not understand the question, human," Nerol answered, frowning a bit. His ears even seemed to droop, and he leaned forward slightly when he spoke. Scarlet didn't understand the change of demeanor, but she was very disquieted nonetheless.

  "I mean what the hell are you! I've never seen anything like you!" Scarlet replied, leaning as far back as she possibly could, and pulling the blankets up so far that nothing beneath the bridge of her nose could be seen.

  "I am one of the chiefs of the Narut tribe," Nerol responded. "We are known as Uyubyards, from the Alpha Centuri system." As he spoke, Nerol's cold, black eyes seemed to never falter once from looking into Scarlet's eyes. For someone who had presumably kidnapped her and taken her clothes from her, he was a gentleman of sorts. At the very least, wandering eyes was not his problem.

  "Okay, Nerol. Why am I here?" Scarlet demanded. That was really the thing she should have been most concerned with, as this whole situation was just inexplicable to her, and her involvement in it really should have been the first priority to clear up. Too many other things crossed her mind to ask before that question could be addressed, though.

  "For breeding," Nerol replied rather robotically. His response was much the same as Scarlet might expect hearing that stamps had gone up in price, or that the weather would be cloudy. There was no emotion in his voice, at least not any that Scarlet could discern

  "What?!" she demanded, her voice sounding rather shrill. She couldn't believe that she just heard those words come out of Nerol's lips. Or rather, she didn't want to believe them.

  "Our species has recently lost our last female, and we have to breed to maintain the species," Nerol replied in the same sterile tone as before.

  "If you're a different species, then how exactly do you think that would even work?" Scarlet asked, hoping that somehow there would just be a magical resolution to this whole thing, where Nerol conceded that she was right, that there could be no inter-species breeding, and she could just be returned to her crappy job and her California beachfront property, without being victim to any weird population growth initiative forced by a being from another planet.

  "Because, my people initiated panspermia as soon as we had the technology for it, because we realized that our planet would at some point become inhospitable for my species' life. However, the change wasn't as incremental as we may have hoped. A disease that only affected the females of our species soon decimated them, and those that remain are infertile. But because we sent life to Earth, we are able to interbreed with the species which took root from the genetic material that we sent there."

  Scarlet certainly didn't follow most of that. But, following the information that Nerol put before her clearly wasn't required of her. She was just staring blankly as she tried to process and make sense of what had just been said to her. However, she certainly wasn't given adequate time for that, as she felt the bed shift and then saw that Nerol was crawling on the bed, coming towards her.

  As Nerol advanced, his shoulders rolled as he crawled towards her like a jungle cat on the prowl, and Scarlet could see that thick blue stripes ran down his back just like on the sides of his arms and legs. He was like a wild animal, and Scarlet just totally tensed up and froze as she realized that she had nowhere to go, and nowhere to run.

  When Nerol was finally upon her, Scarlet closed her eyes and held her breath, expecting the worst. Instead, she just felt a weight on her pelvis and slowly opened her eyes to see Nerol putting his delicate, elf-like ears to her lower body, like an Indian might stereotypically do in the movies to a tree, to try to trace any movement in the forest.

  "You seem to be fertile," Nerol said in his trademark emotionless voice after the inspection. He then started to take the blanket away to reveal Scartlet, but she held fast to the fabric, having no intention on letting go of it without a fight.

  "What are you talking about, you creep?" Scarlet demanded, trying to swat at Nerol so he would get off of her. When her hand connected with his cheek, she just gasped and closed her eyes again, partly because Nerol was colder than she had expected, and also because she was afraid of what his reaction to being struck would be. Despite the fear she had, nothing happened for a few seconds after she hit Nerol, and so she tentatively opened her eyes, just to see Nerol looking up at her.

  "Why did you do that?" Nerol asked flatly.

  "Why? Because you're . . . You're on me!" Scarlet replied. She could just see Nerol's eyes stare at her with something that looked akin to total confusion, as if he didn't understand what the point of her bringing that up could have been. To Scarlet, it seemed like the most obvious thing in the world, and that he was mocking her, but her mind quickly started to kick in to remind her that perhaps there was a major cultural difference here that she would have to explain. After all, Nerol wasn't being violent with her, so perhaps calm reasoning would work to her advantage.

  "Look," Scarlet began. "In my culture back at home, it's not permissible for a man to just crawl on a woman without her permission," she explained, just naive enough to think that a little simple reason might be able to sway Nerol, and make him take a step back. Of course, it wasn't so easy.

  "How else would we mate if I wasn't on top of you?" Nerol asked, honestly engaging with what Scarlet was saying. He didn't just brush away her comments, but his goal was still the primary focus in his mind.

  "We're not mating!" Scarlet screeched, trying once again to slap Nerol away. However, if any damage was done, it was to her hand, considering Nerol was as cold and hard as a marble statue.

  Nerol this time took her hand, which made Scarlet gasp and try to take her hand back from him, but she couldn't break out of his cold grasp however hard she tried. "Stop doing that," he ordered flatly.

  "Let me go!" she screeched, and tried harder to get away from Nerol. Still, it was to no avail, and he just stared at her flatly.

  "Stop," he repeated again, in a more authoritative and forceful tone. This stopped Scarlet's struggling, because in all honesty, she was very afraid of what Nerol would do to her. The only thing that gave Scarlet pause was thinking of which fate would be worse. To be raped by this alien, or brutalized by him. The choice was clear to her, as the scenario was as black and white as it could be. So, slowly, and by degrees, her mind worked through the minefield of possibilities before she calmed down, and decided to just accept her fate.

  Nerol seemed pleased that she stopped her struggling and her screaming, and so he just proceeded, peeling away the purple blanket to reveal Scarlet's body. He only got as far as exposing the two peaks of her breasts before she couldn't contain herself and snatched at the blanket to stop him, holding the blanket as if she were holding onto something for dear life.

  "It's so cold," Scarlet said softly, feeling much safer with the blanket around her. She could tell by Nerol's initial expression that he was annoyed, but that didn't last. He slipped under the blanket instead, and ran his fingers over her curves. The blanket was warm enough that it mitigated how cold Nerol was, but regardless Scarlet still shivered as she felt the unwanted touch on her body. She would have shivered if Nerol was warm or cold, honestly. This was an odd experience for her, and she still didn't know exactly how she even should react to it.

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bsp; Nerol proceeded to carefully explore her body, taking his time and mapping out all of her curves with his hands, considering his eyes weren't able to see them as much. She was quite the fine specimen, without much excess fat, and very bodacious. Of course, Nerol didn't appreciate her form too much, but his biological urges knew what he did and did not like. And he liked this.

  As Nerol continued to explore Scarlet's body, he got progressively more adventurous with his advances, going from tracing her sides gently with his hands to kneading her breasts, then tweaking her nipples. Despite her fear of this, Scarlet found herself letting out moans of pleasure. She couldn't call Nerol particularly skilled with what he was doing, but regardless, his instincts and passion certainly came across in his actions, and she started to feel herself getting into it. At least a part of her was trying to. After all, she realized that there was no way out here. She would have to do this, probably again and again if this was part of some population growth initiative.

  As Scarlet made this resolution to let herself enjoy what Nerol was doing, small moans were trickling out of her mouth while Nerol had his way with her body, which in turn encouraged him to keep going. His fingers tweaked and pinched her erect nipples gently, just to give her the sensations that she seemed to respond to best, while his other hand began to go on a downwards creep towards her crotch. At first, Scarlet kept her legs firmly clenched together, but even then Nerol had no problems squeezing his fingers inside.

  When his fingers touched her clitoris, Scarlet sharply inhaled and recoiled from his touch. Even though he wasn't as cold under the warm blankets, he was still certainly colder than Scarlet was--especially when he touched one of the warmest parts of her body. The sensation wasn't exactly something that she was prepared for or used to.

  "Did that . . . Did it hurt?" Nerol asked, seemingly confused. He was taught how to go about having sex along with his natural biological urges, so he didn't think that stroking that sensitive part of Scarlet would be at all painful. If anything, it should have been pleasurable for her, but her reaction did give Nerol pause.

  Scarlet wondered if this could be her out and make it possible for her to leave without being subjected to any more advances that she didn't want or ask for.

  "Yes, it did," Scarlet replied, stammering slightly as she spoke for fear that Nerol might see through her lying. She wished she was a bit more confident in this situation, but unfortunately she was too paralyzed by fear from the sheer oddity of the circumstances that it still came across as weak.

  "I'm sorry. This will be over soon," Nerol replied. Even if Scarlet was complaining that she was in pain, that didn't change the fact of his mission, which he would complete whether she wanted him to or not.

  "Wait!" Scarlet interjected. "It only hurt because your hand is cold. Just . . ." Scarlet was a bit at a loss for words to try and tell Nerol how to fix the problem. His body was just comparatively cold to a human's body, by maybe ten or fifteen degrees, which was quite a big difference when Scarlet felt it against her hot skin.

  Though Scarlet was at a loss, Nerol just decided that she could get used to the cold feeling. As long as it wasn't painful, and it didn't impede Scarlet's receptiveness to getting pregnant, Nerol wasn't going to be terribly concerned.

  Now that he had Scarlet rather more cooperative than she had been just a few minutes before, Nerol pushed on and gently ran his fingers over the lips of Scarlet's entrance, and then slipped his fingers in. Compared to human fingers, they were much longer than the typical human finger, and wider as well. That being the case, Scarlet had to close her eyes and bite her lip as Nerol started thrusting his fingers in and out of her vagina, trying her best not to scream out in pain.

  Despite the initial difficulty in coping, however, Scarlet soon was able to find herself falling into the rhythm of his movements and even begin to enjoy the way that he moved inside of her. Though Nerol was not overly concerned with Scarlet's comfort, he was concerned enough so as to try and make this as enjoyable as he could so long as she was cooperative. For that reason, she was at least able to cope with what was happening, and not shut down from it.

  The fingering soon stopped, however, and Nerol began to move to the next phase. Because of the blanket, Scarlet couldn't see what he was doing exactly, but she could guess when his fingers slipped out and he started fumbling around as if to position himself. Before long, she felt a smooth, erect thing at her entrance which began to slowly push its way forward.

  Scarlet closed her eyes so tightly that they began to water, and bit her lip down hard as Nerol pushed himself in and began to set up a steady pace, working his way inside of her. Though Scarlet was certainly not a virgin, she felt overwhelmed by how big, both length and girth wise, that Nerol was. The sheer size of him just made her want to scream.

  Still, she bit her tongue and refrained from letting out a shout, though her hands went to his shoulders and gripped onto him tightly. Nerol took this as a sign of her being receptive, though Scarlet in all truth just needed something that could ground her to reality and prevent the pain from being too much.

  Once Nerol established a steady rhythm with his thrusts and was going in deep every time, Scarlet did feel herself being drawn in by the pleasure of the experience, how his somewhat cold body felt when his pelvis met her clitoris with every thrust, and how he got deeper inside of her than any man she'd ever had before. Though it was painful at first, she began to feel her body open itself up to Nerol's as the pain was washed over with pleasure. Before long, those screams that she felt herself so desperately holding in became moans which she let freely spill from her lips.

  Nerol continued his thrusting, though as he went on they became more erratic, and his hands started roaming over Scarlet's body, grabbing her breasts and tweaking her nipples, then even wandering down to her clit and stimulating it with his fingers while he continued to thrust. Before long, everything went white before Scarlet momentarily tensed up as she felt the first orgasm she'd had in a very long time.

  Following shortly after, the tightening of Scarlet's walls around his erection pushed Nerol over the edge as well, and he came inside of Scarlet. He didn't even pause or stop, rather he kept going, doing this process again and again until he had completely spent himself. Luckily for Scarlet, being as inexperienced as he was thanks to the lack of available females in his species, it didn't take him too long to spend himself.

  When he finished, he pulled out of her and laid down beside of her, wrapping his arms around her possessively, as if to make sure she couldn't go anywhere. He drifted off to sleep right there, with an exhausted Scarlet soon following in his footsteps.

  Chapter Three

  When Scarlet awoke, it certainly wasn't her body's circadian rhythm deciding to gently bring her into consciousness. Rather, there were heavy footfalls on the metal flooring outside of the room that she was in which echoed loudly enough to cause her to be roughly jolted out of her slumber.

  Before she could react to the noise, however, she felt Nerol hop from the bed. His loincloth was on once again. Either that, or he never actually bothered taking it off in the first place. Scarlet didn't really have time to consider that one way or the other, because he was walking over to the door of the room and barricading the door with a metal bar built into the side for that very purpose.

  When the footfall stopped outside of the door, there was a brief knocking, then some god awful, guttural noises that Scarlet couldn't really understand, or even imagine what they came from. Following that, the knocking turned into a savage beating against the door, though brute force did little against the strong barricade.

  While Scarlet was still trying to process the information before her, Nerol came over to the bed and lifted her up into his arms without saying a word. He lifted her as effortlessly as she would have lifted a porcelain doll, and he hoisted her over to the far side of the room, with the blankets still wrapped around her. He kept her close to his chest with one arm, while his free arm tapped on the titanium-l
ike metal that the wall was made of. A deep reverberating sound resulted. Scarlet's brain still was not processing this information quickly enough to understand exactly what was happening or why.

  The knocking that Nerol was doing against the wall was not some fruitless activity. The wall responded to Nerol's presence and the panels withdrew into one another like a door and Nerol walked inside the tunnel which was revealed with Scarlet, and he hurried onwards.

  "What's-" Scarlet began, wanting to figure out from Nerol where he was taking her, and preferably why. Considering he had been so careful with her, she honestly believed that Nerol did value her comfort. Perhaps it wasn't the first thing on his agenda, but regardless of that, it was on his list of concerns.

  "Quiet," Nerol quickly interjected, and the fast walk with which he had been carrying her turned into a sprint as he navigated the winding path of the halls, ultimately leading them to a small chamber with three pod-like capsules which stood open, as if politely waiting for someone to climb inside.

  Scarlet, of course, remained quiet as was requested of her, but her mind was abuzz with questions. An opportunity to ask them never arose, however, as a loud hiss started coming from the vents of the room, and however fast Nerol tried to get to one of the pods, it seemed too late. Scarlet felt Nerol's body give out under her, and go completely limp, which result in her falling to the floor with nothing to catch herself on.

  Nerol's large eyes were closed, and his body limp and motionless. Soon, Scarlet's body followed suit, her eyes slowly getting heavier and her body slowly pulling her into a deathlike sleep.