by Sophie Sin
OWNED BY HER ALPHA: Karen
Book 1
Sophie Sin
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2015 Lunatic Ink Publishing
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This is a part of the Owned By Her Alpha Series. It is quite similar to the old Big Down There Series (which hit 40 books by its completion), but is more focused on alpha males rather than just those that are hung (although it includes a bit of both).
What The Scientists Fear
What this woman does might save the world. That's what the researchers are thinking as they watch the large man lumber from the great big set of doors that few men of the current generation could have stood so tall in.
He is a neanderthal.
A large one as well. His feet are as big as the lead researcher's head and the shape and size of his body is such that it dwarfs all that come near it.
“Will she be alright?
The lead researcher shakes his head. It's not sure if he means no or if he's just thinking.
“Time will tell.”
It's all that he has to say on the matter.
*****
Karen didn't think that her volunteering for the United Nation's breeding program would lead to this.
The man stands six foot plus a lot more and has a short cropped beard that seems like someone took a razor to it and didn't quite have a steady hand.
She can understand the shaver's concern. This one is huge. He towers over her like a monster of old over a damsel in distress. In her heart she knows that this thing – should he really be called a man? - could tear her apart, but it's not what he's going to do.
In his eyes, those rich brown wells of emotion, is something beyond murder, beyond the destruction of her flesh. It's not hard to put her finger on what it is. The man's lust is incredible and it's reflected in the sheer size of the manhood that stretches out from his lower stomach like a great oak facing the winds of a deserted plain.
“The mating will begin.”
Karen's back straightens and her eyes widen with a new found fear. They didn't say that it was going to be one of the older generation. Clones of their kind can be unpredictable, but when there's not a man alive that could make her pregnant (thanks to a rather unpleasant viral infection in 2029), this is the only option. And it's a big one.
His movements are rough as he stalks towards her. There is a look in his eyes like he is sizing her up like some large and delicious piece of meat.
Karen slips backwards. The wall and the glass which the researchers are standing behind tap up against her back. It is hard and cold and slides against her skin as she works her way left. There's something in her that tells Karen that this will not be happening on the bed over there in the center of the room. This one probably doesn't even know what a bed is, let alone understand how it might be used to please a woman.
His eyes lock on the window behind her and then turn to her. There is intelligence in them. Karen knows he was cloned only hours ago from the DNA that they must have bought up from some museum or another, but that intelligence says more for him and about him than anything she has seen so far. He is not just a man of the past, but also a man of knowledge.
She glances down to the hardness of his manhood once more. How many women have ridden that to completion? Will it hurt when he uses her? Will the pain be more than the few men she has chosen to take into her bed? It's so hard to say and there is so much tension building in her heart. How can she be doing this? That's something that hits her in those brief moments between when he takes a single long step forward and when he reaches her.
“Please don't hurt me,” she whispers.
It makes no move to show that it understands. Instead a hand comes up to clasp her jaw and hold her face upwards so that the thing – no, this man – can look deeply into her eyes.
Karen realizes in that moment that they are the most amazing shade of blue and, much more importantly, that as confused as he must be by the circumstances, he understands her and her situation – perhaps better than any of the men in the room behind them could ever.
“Don't look at me like that,” she mutters, her eyes down and her mouth dry all of a sudden.
He doesn't looks away. That understanding. That kindness. He would let her get away from him and out the door on the far side if she wished it, but she can't bring herself not to do this. It's not just about the future of the world here. This is about two people who are alone – as alone as anyone in this day and age – and something that must be done: Something that her body and her mind say to her is right, even though this is only something she truly understands on an instinctive level.
“Don't...”
The objection disappears as his thumb comes up to run gently over her lips.
His hands are gentle and strong as they slowly caress up and down the sides of her body. Karen knows by instinct that this one has had MANY women in his time and it shows in how he cups her breasts under the fabric of the white hospital gown that she is wearing.
Under his touch the soft cotton runs against her nipples and rouses them. Slowly, her mind comes to terms with what her body already knows. There is a deep wetness in her that has been slowly working its way out from inside to touch her lightly haired lower lips. His fingers reach there and find not a single hint of resistance as they enter and slowly find depth. The man's fingers are so large that it almost feels like the last man she had inside there's penis has entered her once more.
“It's deep,” she whispers.
He does not understand, but yet he does at the same time. Those eyes are so full of emotion and understanding. She doesn't know what to think in the wake of their desire.
With her blond hair thrown back over one shoulder and her head leaned back against the glass, eyes high to the ceiling and lidded under her eyebrows, she lets out the first sound of their mating. It is a long keen of lust that comes from somewhere other than just her lips. There is soul in the tone of her voice now. A deepness of sexuality that can't be duplicated except when a woman is fully and completely in the heat of her lust.
Behind her, if she was able to see them, or cared that they were there in the state that she is in, the researchers shift uncomfortably. It is not all that abnormal for a woman to enjoy these things, but this research subject is having a bit more fun than the others did. It is disconcerting and arousing and not what they expected at all.
His hands are firm and quick as he draws her around and props out her rear. Those hands know how to shift a woman into position. Her own are soon on the glass and her legs are wide enough apart that his long balls won't slap up against her firm thighs.
The big man takes his length and pushes it to the hole. There is a moment of hesitation as if he is considering what might happen to her.
“Please, do it,” she begs in the depth of her lust.
He hears her and he relents. Small things were not supposed to take big devices. Her body rejects him in the smallness that her completely wet pussy offers.
It would be logical, she thinks, that such at thing would happen. He is far bigger than any woman has ever had. Sure, they told her to widen herself and she did with the exercises that they recommended, but this... no, there was no way that this was going to go well for her. It was destiny and here it is ramming deep into her.
AHHHHH!
Was it a scream or her mind shattering?
So thick.
So powerful.
So deep.
Her womb is the limit and he has rea
ched it in one long movement of his huge hips. The man has bent himself low at the knees to accommodate her smaller size by what she can see in the glass. His eyes are on her and not the fools watching something terrifyingly erotic happen to her with white tablets flickering in their hands unseen and unused – forgotten.
He nods once before bringing his hips in and out and shifting about faster than anything she could imagine.
Such power!
Such prowess!
He sends great whooshes of air in with each of his strikes against her rounded hips. Her body is slung low and held up only by the faintest hint of a memory of standing. There is a look in her squinted eyes in the window. It is one of puzzlement, as if she is wondering what is happening to her, and of pleasure. Unstoppable, incredible pleasure.
“My... !!!”
All she can do is scream. Her voice drowns out his strikes. It draws off all of the sound from the room and brings it to one final peak. Nothing can defy it. Not anything, but...
“Are you alright, Ms. Harris?”
Is she alight?
Jerking her head up and smiling as she howls her reply, she cries “YES!” and cums.
From the moment it hits it is like a wave that has no end. It flies through her at a pace that is unbelievable. The floor falls away and her eyes slip back into her head so that darkness comes.
When she awakens she is on the bed and he is still entering her. Apparently he does know what this is for because he has her pinned under him as has large, sweaty, muscular body shifts and thrashes and jams into her. His weight is huge, but he holds himself up on one powerful hand. She feels so small as to nearly be like a small animal trapped under a large predator (perhaps what this is when she considers it) who is in the midst of mauling her.
It is violent, this thing called sex. Her body takes his manhood and bears the heat of it with the certainty that these things cannot last. A woman was not made for this kind of treatment and neither was the bed. It snaps down the middle and falls inwards. Yet, still he does not stop.
“Harder!” she whines.
He gives it to her and she loses herself in him until the very moment that the final strike of his hips comes and a great cry exits his lips
The semen that he fills her with is potent. She can smell the difference immediately. This is raw and ready man juice and it is working its way up to her womb.
For a time she forgets protocol (some silliness about her putting her legs up over her head to aid the sperms' entry) and lies with him. Sucking in his flavor, noting the difference between him and the feminine men of her time. This man – and what a man! – has the scent of power and strength. Her baby, if she is given the gift of one, will have this too.
Her eyes turn to his and accept his sacrifice. The clones do not last long, but if she is to consider that this is his end then what a glorious one it was!
A single kiss lands on his cheek. She didn't mean to give it, but once it was given she knows that it is right.
Karen stands and leaves through the appropriate door. A woman and a man who have just spent time are no longer together. It is as it should be. He, the one in the room resting, has just saved the world. His world, our world, the world. A greater sacrifice than many make in their lives and something well suited to a man of older, harder times. His victory.
MINNY'S BIG DAY OFF: Filthy In The Park
Sophie Sin's Classics #8
This is a part of Sophie Sin's Classics and, therefore, one of Sophie's older books.
A Day In The Park
When a girl has a day off, she has a day off. When a sex witch has a day off, well... work and play get a little mixed up at times.
Today is April 29 and Minny has decided that she would go to the park and enjoy a bit of sightseeing. She had pretty much seen everything in the human world that there was to see, but she liked to go and look at the couples in the park and fantasize about romance and love and things like that.
She found herself sitting on a park bench, enjoying the sun on her naked skin. She bet that if anybody could actually see her that all eyes would have been looking in her direction considering how sexy she had been looking recently.
She watched a young couple sitting over on the grass verge talking quietly to each other. The situation had unfolded only an hour ago and she had been watching them to see what would happen next. The young woman had rejected his kiss and the man had been trying to convince her of the error of her ways for a very long time now.
She wondered if the boy would perhaps rally his forces and do the appropriate thing by convincing the young woman to give him the passionate love that he so clearly desired.
She started to rub herself slowly down below, playing with her clit, which was extended between her slightly parted pussy lips. There was a lovely tension between the couple and she wanted to step in to give the young man some advice, but she knew that she must let humans deal with their own relationships.
The woman stood up and walked away from the man. His hand went out and then stopped in midair before falling down to his lap.
It was rather tragic. He had been rejected and the woman was now storming away across the grass clearly upset at the man's weakness at not being able to convince her to give her the lusty loving that she truly deserved.
Minny made a split-second decision to fix the man. He was clearly in need by the way his hand idly sat on his thigh, slowly drawing circles, rather than on the woman’s ass doing the same.
He sat staring out over the grass as his eyes went forward to stare out at the sea of people enjoying their happy coupling.
She strolled over considering what she might do to this silly weakling. Men like him were a huge problem in Minny‘s opinion and every single one of them deserved a beautiful and vicious raping.
She sat down next to him and shook her head. He had all the markings of a proper man. He was tall and muscular and had a handsome face, which was angular and strong with beautiful hazel brown eyes that she felt fit well with his sexy body. What could be wrong with him?
She looked at him for a time trying to consider how she might go about this and decided that the normal method of chaining him down and forcing him to do as she pleased would not be appropriate in this case.
She cast a brief spell that required quite a significant effort on her part and hid the human from view from the other humans nearby.
He looked to his left and his eyes went wide as he saw her naked leg extended long with the other on an angle to create a happy triangle that showcased her beautiful thighs and wonderfully rounded buttocks. His eyes travelled up, as men's eyes tended to do, and noted her slim and toned waist leading up to her big breasts which seems overly large when compared to the rest of her.
He finally brought his eyes to her own and then realized the folly of his sins. He should have been a stronger man; He should have been a better man; and he damn well should have been chasing that woman down right now.
She pushed him into the ground and forced his hands into the grass.
He tried to struggle for a moment staring in fear into her eyes as she brought her lips down to quietly and comfortably kiss him passionately.
He melted under her firm touch and his head slowly sunk down to the grass as she freed his hands, which quickly started to explore the beautiful flesh of her back.
Minny suddenly fell slightly sorry for the young man and considered leaving him to his business, but decided that as today was her day off that she may as well play around with him for awhile, even if that didn't mean as hard a punishment as she normally would provide for a fool like this.
She reached down and drew up his T-shirt briefly, losing contact with his mouth as the fabric passed over his face.
His left hand and came down and cupped the large expanse of one of her big breasts and squeezed it firmly.
There didn't seem to be anything wrong with his skills as he massaged the side of her breast, allowing his hand to slip down her silky smooth skin t
o her wide hips. She decided that he was positively magnificent.
His other hand made his way downward and, in no time at all, he was spreading her butt cheeks with a nice firmness that indicated his intent beautifully.
She made his belt and pants disappear. He looked around to see them beside him folded nicely. She grinned at the look of shock on his face.
He looked around in concern. He shouldn't have worried. Minny didn't feel like embarrassing him in front of the world today, but she was certainly going to take his beautiful seed. She knew that it was waiting to flow up from his strong and masculine balls into her tight little snatch.
She brought her hand between them and slowly rubbed her hand up and down the long length of his hard cock.
It was warm and comfortable and slightly wet and she enjoyed the sensation of it pressed up against her belly button just where her womb was inside of her.
She rolled down his body and brought her hands out to slowly pull down the fabric of his boxers and reveal the masculine piece underneath.
She realized in shock that he completely shaven and the entire device was clean in a way that she had not seen in quite some time.
She wondered what was wrong with the woman that had left this beautiful man piece unfucked. Maybe Minny had gotten it wrong about this boy. Maybe he wasn't to blame.
She put the thought from her mind, knowing that all boys were to blame for any foolishness whatsoever that happened and brought her massive tits around his slowly growing piece.
She started to buck up and down and he placed his hands behind his head as she arched her back and he enjoyed the view comfortably from the grassy ground below him.
She looked down in shock as his penis just managed to reach out from folds of her cleavage. It usually took a good ten and a half inches to even show the very tip and he was just outside.
