by Amber Burns
Alien Tentacle Chronicles
TWENTY Book Bundle
By Amber Burns
A TWENTY Story Bundle:
1) Alien Tentacle Chronicles: Feeding the Commander
2) Alien Tentacle Chronicles: Taken from the Army
3) Alien Tentacle Chronicles: Taken from the Army 2
4) Alien Tentacle Chronicles: Taken from the Army 3
5 ) Alien Tentacle Chronicles: Taken from the Farm
6 ) Alien Tentacle Chronicles: Taken from the Farm 2
7 ) Alien Tentacle Chronicles: Taken from the Farm 3
8 ) Alien Tentacle Chronicles: The Cowboy’s Dairy Farm
9 ) Alien Tentacle Chronicles: The Cowboy’s Dairy Farm 2
10 ) Alien Tentacle Chronicles: The Cowboy’s Dairy Farm 3
11) Alien Tentacle Chronicles: The First Abduction
12) Alien Tentacle Chronicles: The Seeding
13) Alien Tentacle Chronicles: The Milky Way
14) Seized by Aliens: Alayna's Secrets
15) Seized by Aliens: Alayna's Raw Cream
16) Seized by Aliens: Alayna's Limits
17) Alien Tentacle Chronicles 2255: The Surrogate
18) Alien Tentacle Chronicles: Now She Believes
19) Alien Tentacle Chronicles: Taken From the Sea
20) Alien Tentacle Chronicles: The New Arrival
Copyright © 2014 by Amber Burns
All rights reserved.
Table of Contents
Alien Tentacle Chronicles - Feeding the Commander
Alien Tentacle Chronicles - Taken From the Army
Alien Tentacle Chronicles - Taken From the Army 2
Alien Tentacle Chronicles - Taken From the Army 3
Alien Tentacle Chronicles - Taken From the Farm
Alien Tentacle Chronicles - Taken From the Farm 2
Alien Tentacle Chronicles - Taken From the Farm 3
Alien Tentacle Chronicles - The Cowboy's Dairy Farm
Alien Tentacle Chronicles - The Cowboy's Dairy Farm 2
Alien Tentacle Chronicles - The Cowboy's Dairy Farm 3
Alien Tentacle Chronicles - The First Abduction
Alien Tentacle Chronicles - The Seeding
Alien Tentacle Chronicles - The Milky Way
Seized by Aliens - Alayna's Secrets
Seized by Aliens - Alayna's Raw Cream
Seized by Aliens - Alayna's Limits
Alien Tentacle Chronicles 2255 - The Surrogate
Alien Tentacle Chronicles - Now She Believes
Alien Tentacle Chronicles - Taken From the Sea
Alien Tentacle Chronicles - The New Arrival
More Sizzling Shorts by Amber Burns
The following short stories are full of filth, sex and cum.
See the preview below for a bit of foreplay
With the machine running and needing no further intervention, Zeyx turned his attention to Aya. Her eyes fluttered closed as she withdrew into herself, focusing on the sensations emanating from her breasts. Zeyx approached his lover from behind, his cocks hungry and eager to cum. He twisted two of his tentacled appendages into a thick double cock that teased Aya’s pussy. His third cock lingered at her puckered hole, ready to penetrate her ass. Aya moaned lightly with each touch of her holes. If Zeyx had the patience he would tease and excite his love for hours, luring her to an orgasm before yanking it away and heightening the ultimate release. However tonight, he himself was hungry and anxious for his own pleasure.
Zeyx pressed himself at both holes and Aya readily let him enter. Her accustomed ass offered little resistance and her eager pussy welcomed the double cock, swallowing its length. Zeyx altered the penetration of his cocks, entering Aya’s ass as he withdrew from her cunt, entering her cunt as he withdrew from her ass. The pregnant human woman struggled to stay upright. The sensations filling her body were maddening and hitting her from every angle. Her core was on fire as Zeyx’s cocks thrust wildly at her tender pussy and tight ass. Her breasts tingled with delight, the warm creamy milk flowing freely with each suckle from the alien machine. Aya’s breath caught, her body caught in a quivering orgasm. Zeyx used his dread lock tentacles to steady his lover as her body struggled to do so. He held her at the waist and rubbed her swollen belly.
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Alien Tentacle Chronicles –
Feeding the Commander
By Amber Burns
Copyright © 2015 by Amber Burns and
Scarlet Lantern Publishing.
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language.
All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
High Commander
Zexen stood on the balcony of his high tower and gazed across the vast deserted wastelands which spanned the horizon. It was all dirt and dust, not a living piece of nature growing as far as the eye could see. The image pained him. He was born long after the Earth turned into this, but he had hears stories and seen images of the prosperous days long gone. Days that were now only stories and legends. Days when this planet was considered one of the most diverse and life filled balls of rock in the entire Galaxy. Days when the winds blew fresh air instead of harsh sand and dust. The High Commander knew well that it was his species, the Cocken, who were to be blamed for bringing the human world to this devastated condition. It had been several centuries since they first stepped on his land, intending to bring knowledge and prosperity in exchange for some of the natural richness this planet was blessed with. However both sides were greedy and scheming, their leaders refusing to cooperating and instead turning to war. Before long the two sides had destroyed many of the resources this planed had blessed them with.
Now, they inhabited this planet as enemies. The rivalry against his kind was understandable to Zexen. The humans had suffered a lot during the years of their occupation. They were invaders, who ultimately triggered the destruction of their ecosystems and ultimately the death of millions, if not billions. Yet, the high commander felt inexplicable attraction and fascination towards humans. They were much weaker physically than his people, but they possessed an alarming willpower and sense of survival; two things which kept them alive for all these centuries.
Zexen has been in command of his people for two decades. Being both a scholar and a warrior he longed for a solution to move his people back to their home planet. That was his only was of apologizing and returning the Earth to the humans. Unfortunately, making that plan a reality was much more difficult than he had anticipated when he accepted the position of the high commander. The upper circle of advisor and high powered individuals was full of secrets and corruption. It took Zexen twenty years to clear out the trash and build relationships with the right individuals. Finally, it seemed, his plans were close to fruition.
Lost in his own thoughts, Zexen watched as two human females cross the deserted plateau heading towards the city tower. One of them threw a quick glance up and caught his eyes for a second. She immediately bent her
head and hurried her steps to get inside. Zexen smiled. He had to admit the human females were breathtaking. Their bodies were much more fragile than his people; their skin soft and delightful, their curvy bodies provoking the wildest dreams inside his mind. Over the centuries there were a handful of human – Cocken relationships, some even conceiving hybrid children. But those relationships were the exception. By and large Zexen’s people saw themselves above the humans, too proud to speak with them, much less procreate. The humans too were proud; wanting to keep their blood pure from the invader’s DNA.
There was another thing that fascinated Zexen about humans, their emotions. The feeling of love was unknown to his kind. They didn’t even have a word for it. They did mate and form family unions, but every decision was built on compatibility and logic instead of emotions. His people had no place for the illogical, irrational decision making the emotions brought out in the humans. Zexen understood these feelings from technical and scientific standpoint, but he never felt them, something deep down he yearned to do.
Zexen’s daydream shifted from his plan to return home to the human woman he only shared a glance with. He wanted to run his hands along her tender body, feeling her remarkably smooth skin and voluptuous curves. Compared to him, the woman would feel amazingly soft. He smiled imagining how sweet she would taste, the bouquet of spices she would give off; which was so different from one woman to another. He loved all of them. He could inhale and enjoy the scents forever. The thoughts racing through his mind made his rigid body feel warm and tense with excitement. Zexen groaned longingly, the images filling his mind and tempting his body.
One of Zexen’s officers coughed from inside the room, trying to gain his attention in a polite way. Zexen frowned, but knew duty always came first. He shifted his pants trying to adjust the current state of his excitement and hide the bulge growing between his legs.
“High Commander,” the officer spoke. “The council of scientists is ready in the main hall.”
“Thank you, I’ll be there shortly,” Zexen replied, still facing out towards the wasteland.
The soldier nodded and left, leaving the high commander’s mind to slip back to his thoughts.
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There it was, the moment he had been working for more than twenty years; the chance for Zexen to lead his people back home. His people had previously maintained the connection and travel routes between the two planets for almost five centuries. During those initial years the two civilizations prospered. The Cocken provided advanced technology allowing for strides in energy, medical sciences and physics. In return the humans traded natural resources; food, wood, fresh water. All of these resources were rare on the alien’s home world. As time passed the two sides played power games, grew corrupt. Each wanted more from the other but gave less and less. Backdoor deals enriching the rich and leaving the general populous without soon became the norm. Eventually, riots were common. Cities crumbled due to lack of money, resources and infrastructure. The humans were stuck in their nearly demolished homes as the aliens secluded themselves to their lavish and technologically superior habitats. It all came to a head when a group of rebels succeeded in their attack at a vital Cocken power reactor. The humans who attacked had no idea how destructive the reactor would be when destroyed. The resulting explosion left a crater scarred in the Earth’s surface and destroyed the entire Cocken fleet stationed on the planet. The residual fallout poisoned what was left of Earth’s natural beauty.
It took three centuries to recover the lost technology and acquire the necessary resources. But it was finally done. Zexen’s scientists and engineers had finished construction on a new capital ship. It was big enough to carry his people and fast enough to get them home. Zexen’s heart skipped as he saw the images of the huge ship projected across the holographic screen covering the far wall of his great hall. It was glorious. He couldn’t keep the smile from his lips, Zexen was filled with the hope of soon being able to step onto his home planet. None of his people had seen their home; the old among them had grandparents who could tell stories of the Earth before it’s ravaging, but it has been generations since any of his people had seen their home.
Professor Kyar, was head of the project and one of the smartest among the Cocken. He greeted the high commander politely. Kyar was old, even for a Cocken. He had little hope of living long enough to see his planet again, but still worked tirelessly towards the goal. After exchanging congratulations and polite small talk, the professor explained what had been done, the recent improvements and tests they had run.
“The ship should run perfectly fueled by your DNA, High Commander,” Kyar explained. “This DNA fueled engine was the technology lost in the explosions so many centuries ago. We believe we have finally recreated it.”
“Why me?” Zexen asked.
“We have tried to fuel it with several other DNA samples, but the ship responds only to yours. There is something unique in your genome.” The professor spoke, waving his hands and switching to the images of the tests on the holographic screen.
“That is fine. I plan on leading our people home anyway,” Zexen plainly stated.
“There is still one problem to overcome,” professor Kyar continues, hesitating and checking for Zexen’s reaction after each sentence. “The distance between our planets is quite enormous. It will take an incredible amount of fuel to cross the distance.” He paused uncomfortably.
Zexen grew impatient.
“Get on with it Kyar,” Zexen chided. “I believe you wouldn’t have requested this meeting without a solution.”
“Indeed high commander. With the current nutrition available on the planet you will not be able to get sufficient nourishment to fuel the ship. You’ll simply waste away. The solution is obviously better nutrition,” Kyar explained.
“So what do we do? Grow a garden?” Zexen’s voice was growing incredulous.
“No, not quite. Our tests show that the only sufficiently dense food is the milk from a human female.”
“Alright, then start acquiring it. You have my permission to begin collection.” Zexen was about to turn and leave, when he realized the professor was sweating uncomfortably.
“High Commander, the thing is… the milk is best from the source. Extracting and storing the required amounts will require more resources and energy than we can spare,” Kyar stumbled across his words, his face red with embarrassment.
Zexen couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer and his loud voice startled the professor and stopped his feverish mumbling. How could the high commander even start explaining that only few minutes before this meeting he was daydreaming of being with a human? His scientists thought they asked him for a great sacrifice, while what they were doing was an inexplicably delightful favor to him. Zexen swallowed a growl, the thought of having a beautiful human woman at his side while serving the greatest purpose of his life made him hard again.
It is no surprise that most of the humans despised the Cocken. The resident population saw them as invaders who had destroyed and robbed their planet of every resource it had. But this journey could change it all. The Cocken could return to their home and then bring back their lost knowledge. They could bring technology capable of providing readily available food and energy, and maybe even restore the flora and fauna that once existed.
The scientists had overdone their work this time. They had already gathered several human females who had volunteered for the mission and were ready to accompany Zexen. The high commander walked into the receptions hall followed closely by the professor and his officers. Zexen’s mouth was nearly salivating in anticipation of taking in the delights of a soft human female body. The high commander immediately knew his choice among the group. Even standing with dozens of others, she stood out immediately. Zexen’s eyes met hers and there was an unseen electric current bolting from her body and hitting his own. He was embraced in the warmth of her gaze and he could feel her emotions though he was still standing several feet away. Th
e woman recognized him as he did her. She was the one who had stunned him earlier when he was looking out from his balcony. Her eyes shone with the purest shades of blue, exuding an aura of honesty and courage; yet were also deep and full of unmistakable determination.
The Choosing
Petal watched as the group of very official looking invaders entered the hall. Most of the women around her stirred uncomfortably, lowered their eyes, tried to hide their faces. She stood proud. This was her planet and there finally seemed to be a small chance to free it from the unwelcome occupants who have stayed longer than they were needed. She was determined to return the Earth to its rightful owners. Her eyes landed on the tall figure in the middle. She had seen him earlier that day, high up in his tower. He was attractive, despite the differences in physiology. She shivered absorbing his image. Most of the Cocken were at least a foot taller than average human. This one towered over his own kind as well. His face was scarred in several places, the reminders of many battles. She hated the thought of her own people being killed in battle. Yet, knew that not all of her own kind had other’s best interests at heart. Petal was drawn to the scars, knowing they carried the wisdom and experience of many years of hardship. One of the alien’s arms was replaced by an iron prosthesis. It looked elegant, but powerful. Iron would not have been a common material for limb replacement on the Cocken’s home planet. But here, it suited him. His physique was as powerful as he was tall. While the invader’s muscle structure differed from the human’s, she could still tell he was quite strong.
