Alien Surrogacy 2: The Prince of the Stars

by Sierra Chambers

  Jen wondered how long she’d been asleep for. She glanced at the window. It was dark out there now - she’d been asleep for at least 10 hours or so. But he had still stayed. He was a good man. Prickly, sure, but he underneath that surliness he was a good person who had had bad things happen to him.

  She had an overwhelming urge to kiss him.

  As Jen stirred in her bed, Fezren sat up, suddenly alert. “How are you feeling?” he asked concernedly.

  “Better,” she croaked out. “Is there any water?”

  He wordlessly fetched her a glass of water.

  “Thanks,” she said, then drank it in one gulp.

  She patted the bed beside her. “Sit down,” she said.

  Fezren hesitated for a moment before he complied, maintaining eye contact the whole time. His eyes were so green. She felt the uncontrollable urge to comment on them.

  “Your eyes are so prettily green,” she said without thinking.

  He chuckled. “I see the medication hasn’t worn off yet,” he said.

  “Thank you for staying,” she murmured. “Thank you for caring.”

  She leaned over and kissed him.

  An electric jolt ran through her when her lips finally met his. It felt so right to be kissing him.

  He pulled back. “I’m not sure this is a good idea,” he said. “If Mali discovers you’ve done something that could jeopardize her plans, she’ll get very angry.”

  “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “I’m already pregnant. It’s not like you can get me more pregnant.”

  He considered her words for a moment, head tilted slightly to the side. He then pushed her back into the bed, pinning her arms above her head. He began kissing her fiercely, his lips hard against her own. His intensity took her breath away. He was letting out all of his frustrations on her, all the passion and emotion he had been forced to keep bottled up for so long. And it was beautiful.

  She could feel his warm weight on top of her, his heart pounding in his chest. She moved her head away, gasping for air, before pulling his mouth back towards her own. They continued kissing, their hands beginning to wander.

  Jen ran her hand down Fezren’s chest, admiring the firmness of his sculpted body. He wasn’t brawny, but she could tell that his lean body was strong.

  Her hands wandered further south, running over his pants. She was relieved when she felt a stiff bulge there - it would have been disappointing if the alien’s sex organs weren’t compatible with hers.

  She pushed him backwards, breaking the kiss, so that they were both kneeling on the bed. Her eyes met his, those alien green eyes that seemed to stare into her soul.

  She slowly pulled his pants down his hips. His stiffening cock sprang free, bouncing up to greet her. It was long, and slightly darker in color than his grey skin. It had bumpy ridges running along it. Jen’s pussy began to get wet thinking about how pleasurable the ridged shaft would feel thrusting in and out of her.

  But first, she wanted to taste it.

  She bent over, bringing her head down to the same height as his dick, but didn’t touch it yet. She glanced up at him teasingly.

  He was looking at her, confused. “What are you-” His question turned into a moan as Jen wrapped her lips around his cock. She delicately swirled the tip of her tongue around the head of his shaft, reveling in the moaning sound she elicited from the alien.

  As he groaned in pleasure, the bumps on his cock began pulsing, repeatedly expanding and then returning to their normal size.

  She felt another rush of wetness to her pussy at the thought of how incredible the pulsing cock filling her up. His dick was fully erect now, stiff and hard in her mouth.

  Her cunt was aching now, desperate to be filled with cock. She had never felt so empty before. Her body was screaming at her mind to push him back onto the bed, mount him, and ride him until she came.

  But her mind wanted more than that. She wanted him slow: hours of pleasure and discovery with her alien lover. She wanted to learn everything there was to know about this strange alien. She wanted him to release in her mouth, so that she could taste his cum.

  She engulfed him in her mouth, sucking on him hard and fast. As her head bobbed back and forth on his shaft, she noted how odd it felt to be running her lips over the bumps on his cock.

  Her lips were beginning to feel tingly. It felt strange, but not unpleasant. She sucked harder.

  He began to breathe unevenly, groaning and jerking his hips into her face.

  Jen cupped his balls in her hand, gently massaging them, and almost immediately felt them tightening. He let out a strange hissing groan as he came, sounding truly alien as he spurted ropes of his jizz into her eager mouth.

  She gulped down every drop of the sweet yet salty tasting liquid, cupping his balls.

  When he finally finished, he let out a shuddering laugh, and his flaccid cock plopped out of her mouth with a slurping sound. “Well, I’ve never done that before,” he said. “That was incredible. Thank you.”

  She wiped her mouth and sat up. He pulled her into another kiss. They kissed deeply, and Jen could feel Fezren’s tongue delving deep inside her mouth. She knew that he was tasting himself on her lips.

  Leaning against him, she could feel his cock against her leg. She was shocked to discover that it was already hardening again!

  “Now I want you to fuck me,” Jen said breathily. She quickly stripped off the flimsy gown she was wearing.

  “Okay,” Fezren said immediately. He paused, then blushed. “What does ‘fuck’ mean?” He asked shyly. “We didn’t cover that one when I was learning Human.”

  His confusion was adorable, and a reminder to Jen of how different the two of them were.

  Fezren was so human in his mannerisms, and spoke English so well that it was easy to subconsciously think of him as a human with some slightly different physical characteristics. He wasn’t though. They had been born literally galaxies apart.

  “It means sex,” she clarified. She leaned back on the bed and spread her legs, exposing her slick pussy to him. “I want you to shove your cock deep inside me and make me cum.” She slipped one of her fingers inside herself, demonstrating.

  He was a quick learner. He hovered over her, supporting his weight with his arms, and slowly began to bury his length inside her.

  She moaned as she felt him push into her. She could feel her pussy expanding to accommodate every bump and ridge of his long cock.

  As he stared at her with a single-minded intensity, he began rolling his hips in slow, deliberate strokes. His cock slipped easily in and out of her dripping wet pussy.

  Jen writhed beneath him, desperate for more. She could feel her peak building, that delightful tension coiling in her belly. Fezren continued with his controlled thrusts, though his clenched jaw showed how hard he was working to restrain himself.

  But Jen didn’t want him to hold back.

  “Harder. Faster,” she moaned wantonly, and Fezren lost his tenuous control. He sped up, ramming his cock into her. It began pulsing in the same way it had in her mouth, and Jen screamed in pleasure as she shattered, turning into a quivering mess beneath the alien’s firm body.

  He continued to hammer into her whilst her pussy spasmed uncontrollably around his cock.

  The alien began thrusting even faster. He was jack-hammering into her at a supernatural pace now, and she loved it. She moaned headily every time he slammed into her, his perfect cock pulsing and pressing against her g-spot with every stroke.

  They stared into each others eyes the entire time. The sound of their bodies joining and bedsprings creaking filled the air.

  His hips jerked and slowed as he came. He let out a long, low groan as he came, pumping her full of his cum. After he ad finished, he collapsed onto the bed beside her, his cock still lodged in her folds.

  They lay in each others arms for a long time, and Jen loved it. Fezren holding her, him inside her, felt like bliss.

  They had just started kissing when she re
alized that she was extremely tired again. She was suddenly struggling to even keep her eyes open. She wondered whether it was the medication kicking in again.

  She lay back onto the pillow. “I think the medicine’s making me tired again. I’ll just have a little nap. We have lots more time later,” she mumbled drowsily, slurring her words.

  Fezren kissed her lightly on the forehead, and pulled the blanket up over her.

  Jen went to sleep in his arms.

  When Jen woke up, she was disappointed to discover that Fezren had already left. All signs that he had spent the night were gone - he had even tucked his side of the bed in.

  Her sadness evaporated when Mali burst into the room without knocking ten minutes later.

  “It’s time,” the woman announced.

  “For what?” Jen asked, rubbing her eyes.

  “Your pregnancy test,” she said, brandishing a small stick in front of her. Jen took it.

  “What am I supposed to do with this?” she asked.

  “You pee on it,” Mali replied impatiently, in a tone that suggested she thought Jen was an idiot for even having to ask.

  “Okay, I will,” she said, heading towards the bathroom. It seemed fascinating to her that people had managed to invent spaceships, yet still couldn’t find a classier way to determine pregnancy than making the woman piss on a stick.

  Mali followed her into the bathroom.

  “I can do it by myself,” Jen said uncomfortably.

  The alien woman shook her large head vigorously, making her jewelery clank together. “There is no room for error here. I must ensure you don’t ruin this.”

  “It’s pretty hard to mess up peeing on a stick,” she grumbled, but Mali refused to leave. The alien woman seemed angry at Jen for some reason. Every word she spoke was more cold than usual, and her eyes were narrowed, almost as if she were glaring at Jen.

  Jen did what she was told, feeling extremely self-conscious under the alien woman’s intense gaze.

  As soon as she had finished, Mali yanked the stick from between her fingers. She held it impatiently, waiting for it to register.

  As Mali’s smile dropped, so too did Jen’s heart.

  She knew what Mali was going to say before the alien even opened her mouth.

  “Jennifer, you’re not pregnant.” Mali's voice was cold and angry.

  She was going to need to have sex with Stemp again.

  A week ago, the thought of that had thrilled her, but so much had happened since then.

  What would Fezren say?

  Jen was glad when she could escape Mali's glares and seek out Fezren.

  “Why is Mali so angry at me?” Jen asked him once she was certain they were alone.

  Fezren’s eyes tightened. “They were in the same room as each other when the break-in happened. Instead of protecting Mali, Stemp ran off to check that you were okay. He was the reason they were in your room when you woke up. Stemp refused to leave. He wasn't talking much, but he was very upset that you were hurt, and his concern made Mali very unhappy. She thinks you’re stealing her husband. She doesn’t want the two of you to have intercourse again. She thinks it will strengthen your bond.”

  “I’m not trying to steal her husband!” Jen said. “I don’t want anything to do with him.”

  Relief flickered across his face, but his expression quickly became neutral again.

  “And why’s that?” he asked in an even tone.

  “Because I love you,” she said.

  His expression softened. He reached out and stroked her face. “And I you. But I don’t begrudge you doing what you need to do.”

  “I need to find Mali. I’ll see you soon, Fez,” she said, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

  He reached out and grabbed her shoulders, holding her close and deepening their kiss. His lips were hard and passionate against her own.

  She eventually had to pull away, breathless.

  “Okay, now I really need to go,” she said. “Bye, Fezren.”

  “Bye, Jen,” he said.

  It was time. Again. It was guaranteed that they wouldn’t fail this time: Mali had ordered special hormone pills with a 100% success rate. The pills were custom designed for Jen, and had been in production for months.

  She was going to get pregnant, tonight. The knowledge thrilled her in some instinctive way. Her body was built to do this: to be filled with seed, to grow a child inside her womb. Her wide hips, supple breasts, feminine figure: everything had been designed for this. She had never felt more womanly in her life.

  She hadn’t bothered with the lingerie this time. She was completely naked.

  The door handle began to slowly turn. Stemp was here.

  She knew what to expect this time.

  He walked into the room, looking at her lustfully. He was completely naked, and was already hard. His cock bobbed between his legs as he walked purposefully towards her.

  This time, she took charge.

  A look of astonishment came onto Stemp’s face as she took his hand and pulled him down onto the bed beside her. He could have easily overpowered her if he wanted, but he let her take the lead. He didn’t resist as she pushed him back, so that he was lying flat on the bed.

  His cock jutted straight up, pre-cum already forming on the broad tip. His massive length was rock hard. Fezren had been big, but he was nothing compared to Stemp’s monstrously large cock. Jen’s wet hole was desperate to be filled with his throbbing dick. Nobody would ever fill her eager cunt as completely as Stemp.

  Anticipation was written all over his face.

  She mounted him and lined her body up, then slowly began to slid down onto the rod. She impaled herself on his steel-hard cock, letting out a hiss as his massive length stretched her cunt wide open. Once the cock was fully seated inside her, she paused, sitting on Stemp as she waited for her body to adjust.

  As she sat on him, she was moving slightly up and down in time with his quick breaths.

  He growled impatiently, thrusting his hips up into her. Jen shrieked, seeing stars. She wasn’t ready for his rough fucking yet! Her over stretched pussy needed more time to adjust, but she couldn’t explain that to him - he didn’t speak.

  She began rocking back and forth on the giant dick. She hoped that the languid movement of her hips would be enough to satisfy him for the time being.

  It was.

  He lay back,his eyes fixated on her bouncing breasts as she rode him.

  Jen didn’t look at him. She stared at the wall above him, focusing on her task. She had to make him cum inside her as quickly as possible. That was all that mattered, she told herself. She didn't even care about reaching orgasm herself.

  Her body had other plans.

  With every gyration of her hips, Jen’s clit rubbed against the skin just above Stemp’s cock. The coarse hair nestled there caused delightful friction against her sensitive nub. She felt that familiar tension in her belly.

  It felt so good, it erased all other thoughts from her mind, her sole thought being that she needed to ride him until she came. She forgot about her resolution to not orgasm. She forgot about Fezren, about Mali. She even forgot about Stemp - he was no longer an alien, a sentient being she was having sex with. All he was was a dick she needed to fuck in order to reach her peak.

  She panted as she rode the cock faster and faster, bouncing up and down like a woman possessed. She brought herself down hard each time, letting the dick prod into her as deeply as possible. Her ass jiggled as it slammed against the thighs of the muscly alien beneath her.

  She came suddenly, her body freezing on top of his as she screamed out in pleasure.

  Stemp wasn’t happy about her stopping.

  He sat up and pushed her backwards roughly, pushing her off his body. He flipped her over, so that she was on all fours, her ass swaying in the air in front of him.

  He jerked his hips towards her, entering her in one swift stroke, prolonging her orgasm.

  She moaned at the intensity of the f
eeling of going from empty to completely full so quickly.

  Stemp began to thrust. The rhythmic, relentless pounding of his hips against her hips made it feel like she was getting fucked by a machine. This new angle drove his cock even deeper into her than before, making her cry out in pleasure with every thrust.

  She couldn't support her own weight. Her body was still weak after her powerful orgasm, and her quivering legs collapsed onto the bed.

  Her tiredness didn’t deter Stemp. He didn’t stop to see if she was okay. He simply brought one of his giant hands under her belly, lifting her up into the same all-fours position she had been in before. He kept his hand there, easily holding her weight with one of his giant arms as he continued to pound into her.

  He wasn’t concerned about her welfare. He didn’t love her. To him, she was nothing but a hole to be fucked.

  This was nothing but sex. Rough, sticky, sweaty, primal, sex.

  And that fact turned her on.

  Jen closed her eyes, letting the sensations overcome her. She screamed in ecstasy as she reached her peak again. Her pussy began to clench uncontrollably, milking Stemp’s cock.

  His breathing was getting sharper as his thrusts were getting faster, that long dick bottoming out with every thrust.

  He was close.

  Her pussy tensed in anticipation for what was to come.

  He bellowed as he came, shoving his pulsing cock deep inside her pussy, right up against her cervix. His seed spewed inside of her, drenching her insides. He came for an impossibly long time, shooting countless ropes of cum into her eager cunt.

  Stemp didn’t pull out, even after he had finished draining his balls inside her. His giant cock was plugging up her snatch, keeping his seed inside her. She knew that every inch of her pussy was coated with the alien’s spunk.

  He gave a couple more thrusts, as if trying to force his seed even deeper inside her. His length began to soften, growing flaccid whilst still buried deep inside her.