One of them moved closer. She caught a whiff of some unknown scent. Not unpleasant, like the foul odor stirred up every time she took a step. It reminded her of the exotic spices in a bazaar she’d visited once in the Consolis Sector. Subtle yet potent. She breathed it in. Did males on this planet wear some kind of alien fragrance? His twin took a few steps toward her and the scent became stronger.
Her heart started thudding against her ribs and she became acutely aware of her nakedness. They were both so…big. She found her gaze wandering to those broad chests, then to the short garments they wore, wondering if their similarity to human males extended to their genitalia.
They glanced at each other as though they’d read her mind. Then both adjusted their …skirts? kilts?... to ride lower on their hips. She didn’t know the word for what they had on, nor could she identify the material it was made of, but apparently they wore it without underwear. Before they rearranged their clothing, she’d caught a glimpse of what looked like the head of a cock peeking out underneath the garment of the one on her left. That answered her question about genitalia.
Her eyes widened. The half-tunic he wore hung down to the middle of his thighs, so his penis ...
Cass stopped herself, appalled. You must have brain damage. You’re fantasizing about the size of his dick while this alien has a weapon trained on you. She shook her head, trying to clear it of the graphic images. She’d been celibate for months, ever since the Luna’s deployment. That was nothing new. Even back on Earth she seldom engaged in sex. She’d had a few partners over the years, but in her experience, the actual act never lived up to the hype. Now, with her life in danger, all she could think about was that she’d never seen a cock that long. And how it would feel sliding into her pussy, inch by inch.
The twins glanced at each other again, never exchanging a word, then split up and rushed at her from both sides just as the giant predators did. She barely had time to scream before she found herself tossed over the shoulder of one, bare bottom high in the air, with her uniform still bunched around her knees.
He headed through the swamp at a dead run, his twin by his side, keeping her in place with an arm locked around her thighs while his other hand held the weapon. Cass started shrieking, beating on his bare back with her fists, slamming her boots into his stomach. He stopped suddenly, shifted his weapon to the hand holding her, and brought a huge palm down on her backside. A shocking burst of heat singed her bottom, followed by a sting worse than what the brown slugs delivered.
She froze, more stunned than hurt. Then she screamed at the top of her lungs, arms and legs flailing away at him.
“Stop it! Put me down, you idiot! I’m a Commander in the Interstellar Federation. I came here to warn your people…”
The rest of her words disappeared, swallowed up in a sharp gasp. He whacked her three more times, one right after the other. Each one harder than the last. Then he jiggled the arm holding her, shaking her body a little, as he repeated something several times. He finished with another harsh smack.
Cass didn’t need a Tellex chip to interpret. Shut up, quit fighting me, or you’ll get more. She slumped over his back. A combination of fury and embarrassment made her bite her tongue. Satisfied that his method worked, the alien took off again, jarring her injured ribcage painfully every time his feet hit the ground.
She was shocked at how much her bottom hurt. She’d been kicked, punched, thrown halfway across a room onto a thin floor mat in sparring matches. She had never been spanked. Humans didn’t do that anymore. She’d heard of it, though. An archaic method of asserting one’s control over beings of lesser status, used by primitive humans who lacked the intelligence to make their point with reason and logic.
These Tharans hadn’t evolved beyond the level of Neanderthals on Earth. Unable to communicate with more intelligent beings, frustrated at their limitations, they resorted to physical force to express themselves.
Analyzing the shortcomings of her captors kept her from dwelling on how much her butt burned, although not for long. Why the hell did his hand have to be so big? He lit a fire on both cheeks at once with every harsh whack. She took a deep breath as another wave of heat poured through her, then moaned when her pussy spasmed, sending a bolt of raw lust straight to her core.
Something was seriously wrong. She couldn’t seem to concentrate, couldn’t even hold on to her anger. It had disappeared as though she’d vaporized it with her Blazar, leaving her with the desperate craving to stick out her tongue and lick the beads of sweat off the rippling muscles on his back. Maybe hanging upside down like this had an adverse effect on the blood flow to her brain. It definitely made her dizzy. She closed her eyes and settled for laying her cheek on his bare skin, breathing in his virile scent.
Scent? The realization hit her. He was coated with perspiration, kicking up dank foul vegetation with every step. Crushed against his body this way, she should be smelling sweat and swamp water, not this seductive aroma. The aliens must be exuding potent male pheromones stimulating the amygdala in the primal center of her brain. She wasn’t going mad after all.
She vaguely recalled a lecture by a visiting professor back at the Academy about research he’d done on defeating enemies by controlling the vestigial traces of the primordial brain that still exist in highly evolved beings. According to him, stimulating the amygdala triggered sexual arousal, sensations of extreme pleasure, erections in males and even orgasm in females. Triggering arousal by scent was a method of insuring the survival of the species which became dormant over the course of human evolution on Earth. Inhaling the pheromones produced by this lower life form must have awakened her primitive biological responses. Being skin to skin with him magnified the effect, turning her into a bitch in heat.
Knowing why it was happening may have relieved her mind but it didn’t lessen the frantic hunger she’d begun to feel. Since she couldn’t overcome a biological process so strong it had survived for a million years in the human brain, she decided to quit fighting it. Once they arrived at their destination, he’d have to put her down. Putting distance between them physically would reduce the intensity of these feelings and let her gain back some control. Besides, the endorphins flooding her system now blocked the pain from her aching ribs and battered body.
She took advantage of his pounding gait. Let her lips brush against the sheen of pheromone-laden sweat glistening on his skin with every step he took. Inhaling deeply, she felt a rush as they poured through her body. Cass closed her eyes and opened her mind to a flood of erotic images.
Rhom
You have to take her, Brother.
Rhynn’s voice in his head came as a shout. He’d been so lost in anger and guilt, he hadn’t been paying attention to his twin’s essence.
Is she too heavy for you? he asked. She doesn’t look very big. Maybe Earthers had a denser skeletal system. For all he knew, the female could weigh as much as a cube of syturbium.
It’s not her size. It’s being so close to her. Their females must give off an aphrodisiac of some sort. My cock has been rock hard ever since I picked her up and my balls are so swollen they’re slapping against my thighs with every step.
Rhom slammed down the barrier in his mind, blocking his brother from picking up his thoughts. Thank the Sacred Ones, Rhynn felt it too. He’d been suffering with guilt ever since they came upon the female. She was one of them, one of the invaders who’d killed Zara. It wasn’t right that his manflesh responded to her like a rutting stag picking up the scent of a doe when his mate’s body wasn’t even cold.
He sent back a taunt.
If you want me to feel sorry for you, quit bragging about the size of your jewels.
Offspring of a jambora! Rhynn came back with an insult that would have landed him face-down in the foul swamp if it had been uttered by any other man.
Fine, Rhom snapped. I’ll take her, if only to stop your whining
Rhynn halted in his tracks. Lifting the female off his body, he handed her over as
gingerly as if she were a poisonous snake dropped down on him from the tree canopy above. Rhom gave his brother a skeptical look. Surely it couldn’t be that bad.
Rhynn flashed him the mischievous grin he hadn’t seen since they were children. Luckily, you’re the cold rational one, Brother. I’m sure you’ll feel no effects.
Whatever effect this female had, it must be strong for his twin to forget his grief long enough to smile. Rhom laid her over his shoulder the same way Rhynn had carried her. The female’s body was warmer than he expected. Heavier too, considering her diminutive size. She had to be all muscle.
Except for the soft breasts pressing against his back. Those were surprisingly full, with dark nipples standing out against her pale skin. His eyes had been drawn to them when they first caught sight of her in the swamp. Shrieking at the top of her lungs as she frantically rubbed her hands over her pale wet body, all the way to that patch of curly hair between her legs. What an odd place for the creature to have hair, he remembered thinking. It was almost as though females of her species were biologically engineered to draw attention to their pleasure portals.
He shook his head, trying to rid it of the unwelcome thoughts. She twisted sharply, nearly sliding out of his grasp.
“You will behave properly, female, or I’ll whack you twice as hard as my brother did.”
He spoke sternly, even though she didn’t seem to understand their language. To emphasize his point, he gave her ass a harsh smack. Harder than necessary, perhaps. Punishing her for the way his body was responding. Then he took off, running full-on to punish himself.
He felt a vicious sting and looked down. One of the swamp slugs had crawled off her arm and attached itself to his chest. He veered off to the right and heard Rhynn protest. Where are you going?
She has nasty wuzzer larvae crawling all over her arms and now one of them is on me. Give me a hand. If we don’t get them off her, they’ll burrow in. She’ll be so crazy from the venom we’ll never get any information out of her. I remember seeing a patch of yterla around here somewhere.
He slowed to a trot, swiveling his head from side to side. A flash of vivid yellow caught his eye on a tree trunk, a few feet above the surface of the water. He motioned to Rhynn, who jogged over and plucked a huge handful of the mossy growth.
Rhom lowered the alien to the ground, giving her body a quick once-over. The slug larvae on her arms had already begun working their heads under her skin. He bent down and yanked off her boots. Then he stripped off the garment wadded around her lower limbs and tossed it aside.
She gave an ear-splitting shriek and began struggling again. Rhom bent her over his thigh and gave her ass another whack. She lashed out, scratching his legs, writhing and kicking. Damn! The creature is covered with swamp scum. She’s slipperier than banja snot. Hurry up, Brother.
He wrapped his fingers around the wrist of the arm closest to his body and drew it up behind her back, careful not to let it touch her body. No need to spread the infestation. One huge paw held her arm behind her while the other peppered her backside with a flurry of firm swats until she stopped fighting and slumped over his thigh.
Rhynn grabbed her other wrist and pulled it toward him. He rubbed yterla up and down her arm until her skin was tinged with yellow. The slugs began twitching wildly, then shriveled and dropped off into the water.
He handed a fistful of yterla to Rhom, who did the same with her other arm. The female must have seen what was happening and realized they weren’t trying to harm her because she stopped protesting. Even when he stood her back on her feet and started applying yterla to the rest of her body.
The tiniest larvae might already have disappeared under her skin. Rhom told himself he was simply being thorough as he slid his hand around, cupping each full breast in turn, noting the way her nipples puckered into tight peaks again when he massaged the substance into them. His hand dipped lower, sliding over her firm stomach to work yterla into that intriguing nest of curls.
He knew he was giving in to weakness. But he couldn’t seem to stop touching her. Rhynn was right. She did have a powerful effect. As soon as he’d taken her from his brother and laid her across his own back, skin touching skin, he felt his manhood stirring. Spanking her the way he did, having her grind her naked body against him as she struggled, intensified the reaction.
He’d mocked Rhynn but now his own ball sac was swollen, his cock thick and hot. Angry with himself for giving in to raw lust, he shoved her away so abruptly if Rhynn wasn’t still holding her other wrist, she’d have fallen.
Feeling any effects, Brother?
Rhynn’s smug tone infuriated him. Rather than admit what was happening, Rhom tossed the female roughly over his shoulder again and took off without a word. They needed to get her home quickly, interrogate her as to the whereabouts of the rest of the invaders, and then...
“And then what? Kill her?”
His brother’s voice echoed in the silence of the swamp as they raced along side by side. Rhynn seldom sounded so disapproving. Damn this troublesome wench! He’d been taken by surprise at the strength of his reaction to her. Left himself open, allowing his thoughts to flow to his brother. Rhynn was more emotional, the one who’d go on a hunt, stare into the big brown eyes of a norendaal doe and then lower his bow, unable to let the arrow fly. He had to be strong enough for them both.
“Yes. We’ll find out what we need to know, then we’ll kill her. Maybe we’ll wait until we track them down. Do it right in front of them. Make them watch. Make them suffer as we have.” Rhom forced the words out. His cock may have been tempted, but his throat was still tight with unshed tears. “She’s one of them, Rhynn. Unless you’re going to try to convince me two separate alien ships landed on Tharon tonight. She looks just like the pirates we saw through Zara’s eyes. Small and hairy, with pale skin. I don’t care how how hot and tight her pussy might be. If she’s one of them, her heart is cold.”
He slammed down the barrier between them. Forced his mind to ignore the signals his body was sending. Concentrated on the gut-wrenching pain instead, as they raced back home.
Cass
The Tellex chip didn’t kick in all at once. At first, it was more like an interstellar transmission filled with static and an occasional intelligible word here and there, so she had no idea what they were saying. Besides, it was nearly impossible to concentrate on their conversation. This twin had an equally potent effect on her.
His scent was the same as his brother’s, only stronger. Slung over his shoulder, held tight against his chest, she could feel his heart thudding against her mound with every stride. Making her clit throb in time.
She didn’t understand at first, when he suddenly stopped and stood her on her feet. Some of the swamp creatures had been shaken off as her body bounced up and down on the alien’s shoulder. The stings of the others faded away when they buried their heads under her skin. The pain from Magnus’s beating was still there, but somehow it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered except the pulsing in her swollen clit. Growing stronger, wilder, as it rubbed up and down against his sweat-covered chest in time to the rhythm of his feet pounding into the ground.
There was a split-second delay, no more, when he pulled off her flight suit and tossed it aside. Then the chill water swirling around her bare feet penetrated the fog in her brain. There was only one reason she could think of for him to stop and strip her completely naked. Lust disappeared, replaced by panic. God only knew what these angry aliens would do to her with those huge cocks. Cass jerked away and almost managed to escape. The beast caught her around the waist, bent her over his thigh, and whacked her bottom so hard she gasped.
She began howling like a banshee, kicking her legs and clawing at his body. He simply caught one wrist in an iron-hard grip, pulled her hand up behind her back, and spanked her again.
The fiery sting from his hand on her tender bottom was so shockingly painful it barely registered when the other one started rubbing his cupped palm up and dow
n her arm. It was only when she caught sight of one of the slugs twisting and writhing on her arm, then plopping into the water, that she realized the bright yellow plant must be toxic to the creatures. Maybe the aliens weren’t trying to harm her.
She sagged against his hard thigh, all the fight suddenly drained out of her. Never protested, even when he stood her back on her feet, grabbed a handful of the stuff from his twin, and began rubbing it over the rest of her body. His palm cupped her breast as he worked the substance in, fingers grazing her nipple in a way far more sensual than clinical.
When he ventured lower, running his hand through her pubic hair, she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Her pussy clenched and she felt a flood of dampness between her thighs. She saw his body stiffen when one fingertip came in contact with the evidence of her arousal. He shoved her away so hard she would have landed on her ass in the swamp water if his twin hadn’t still had a grip on her other arm.
He muttered something that sounded like a curse, then tossed her over his shoulder and took off again. For some reason, her body’s reaction had angered him. If she hadn’t seen the bulge of his cock under the man-skirt he wore, she’d have thought he was disgusted by her. To him, she was an alien invading his planet. Maybe his people looked upon the inhabitants of other worlds as lesser creatures, no better than animals. Getting a hard-on over her might have shamed him in front of his twin.
Cass laid her head against the broad expanse of his back. The pheromones wafting off his body were stronger than ever, almost intoxicating. Their effect dulled her mind even as they awakened her senses. Her body tingled everywhere he’d stroked it, making her ache for more. She quit trying to reason it out, closed her eyes, and gave in, allowing wicked fantasies to play inside her head.
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