Invasion Bundle #2: (Rough Alien BDSM Romance)

by Claudia Balvenie

  The root rod began to push against her lips. A second, thicker one had wrapped itself around her inner thigh and was coiling about it. A third had wrapped again around her waist, over the smaller branch. Both unfurled themselves just the same as the first, both were just as phallic and disgusting.

  She kept her mouth shut tight, and kept trying to pull her mouth away. That was when the one that wrapped around her thigh shoved it's self directly into her already wet slit. She screamed, for it was far larger than any man she'd ever had, and the one at her lips used that as an excuse to slam itself deep into her throat.

  Her eyes were wide, pleading to her partner as he watched. Instead, he just stroked himself through his plants.

  “You really shouldn't be a baby about all of this. It will fell good, I'll make sure of it. But you're the only human female on the planet right now. And you know, this will make you even more famous than being a botanist..”

  She couldn't tell what he was talking about, but the root kept wiggling inside of her, deeper and deeper. Paul began to walk forward again, still stroking himself but guiding the roots around.

  “I had to show them how you see. They weren't quite sure how it worked in humans.” He cupped her breast again and squeezed it, flicking the nipple. She'd already been pleased so well that her body responded again. The root inside of her canal widened, worming itself deeper and deeper, further than she believed was possible. Finally it found the opening to her womb. She'd never felt anything so deep.

  The one around her waist began to wiggle itself between her breasts. It was so long and thick that she didn't even need to push her breasts together for it to fuck her. Not that she could have. She was completely subject to his, and the alien's will. The one in her throat began to move back and forth, rocking, discovering how the process of oral sex actually worked. The one below seemed to catch on quicker. However, instead of pumping itself in and out, since it was so thick and so deeply buried inside of her, it relied on the other branches to pick her up, and let her sink back onto the massive dick.

  She didn't think she could take it, it was so large. And it was growing even more. She thought her skin would tear with it's massive size. But she was human, and she was elastic. And to her chagrin, she was beginning to enjoy the assault.

  She would be lifted up, her knees held far apart by the clutching branch tentacles, then gravity would allow the larger tentacle to sink down into her most intimate parts, all the way to the slit. The smaller, but still monstrous tentacle that invade her mouth would move in and out of it's own rhythm, while the one between her breasts slowly worked it's way in and out. His hand moved between her legs and began his mounding of her clit, once more.

  And that was all it took for the cycle to begin again. She exploded on the one she was being lowered onto, surprising the branch tentacles. She fell faster than gravity down the otherworldly dick, and felt it slam all the way into her womb. This was as much as Paul could take.

  “Time to take you myself,” he muttered, quickly divesting himself of his own clothing. So intent was she on the invasion of her body that she didn't notice until he was fully nude that he was... different.

  He looked down at his groin and grinned. “Well, when I first met them, it changed me.”

  And it did. Instead of one nicely shaped dick, he had three, all thin but long and tentacle like. Her eyes were wide. All three were hard. He shoved them together and ran his hand along the bunch. “It's so more intense with three. And I can't have your sweet pussy. I wish I could but I won't risk it.”

  With a motion of his hands, the branch tentacles turned her around, so that her rear end was facing him. He took a long moment above her. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but the picking her up and dropping her continued. Suddenly, she felt one of his dicks moving into her ass, the other two laying upon her butt cheeks.

  She shrieked then, the same gravity pull brought her ass down on him the same as it did the massive root tentacle. She couldn't figure out how there could be room for him plus the tree, but he forced it in, just the same. He held her hips tightly and the branches seemed to move for his motions. He let out a low moan.

  He pushed his second dick inside her ass, leaving only the third laying outside. She felt so full, there was no way he could push in the third. Yet he did, regardless of her fear.

  He shuddered behind her. “It's.. so intense, you have no idea. I just...You are so tight. My God.”

  And he kept going, guiding the branches with his hands on her hips and his mind. The speed began to increase, at first not noticeably, but soon she realized she was being pulled down as well as up. He was groaning every time she slammed down, his balls against her hole.

  In and out it continued, She could look down and see the movement of the root inside her stomach. Still she was pinned, her mouth being assaulted brutally, her breasts being squeezed by Paul from behind while the root between kept up it's rhythm.

  The switches began again, along her thighs. The pain, the pleasure, it was too much for her. She exploded again, only this time she couldn't stop. She shrieked around the one in her mouth, and it too finally exploded, deep in her throat. The seed that came from him was strange, warm and sweet, almost like sap. The taste excited her too, causing a second and a third tightening of her nether regions.

  Almost as soon as the one in her mouth pulled out, the one between her breasts shoved itself inside. It only took a couple of pumps before it too sprayed down her throat, and pulled out and sprayed all over her face.

  She couldn't stop orgasming. She kept tightening around the one buried deep inside her, and his three, deep in her ass.

  “Oh my God,” he shrieked from behind her. “Soon, you will carry the alien's baby!”

  She had never thought of that possibility, and it thrilled her. She couldn't, that couldn't even be possible. But the thought was enough for him. He exploded, one dick after another, deep inside of her ass.

  But it was the explosion inside her pussy that was the most frightening. The cock like root twisted and turned while it still moved in and out of her, and she felt the huge wad of it's seed as it moved into her body. It was so large that it literally had a bubble that she could feel, pushing against the walls of her canal until it finally reached the end, exploding out and covering her whole womb with the thick, white seed. Over and over it exploded, turning one way and another, until finally, she felt it go limp deep inside of her body.

  Behind her, his third dick had finally finished and he began to slowly pull out of her. He patted her rear end and reached forward, cruelly twisting her nipples. She was slowly lowered to the ground by the branches, but she could not support herself. She fell back into his arms.

  “And now you and I are part of this planet. You will be it's mother. I will be it's father. And together we shall create a new race of people. And you shall forever belong to me.”

  Seduced at the Cantina

  Invasion #5

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  Cover Art by

  Subbotina

  Copyright 2014.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.

  CHAPTER 1

  Nora came here to forget.

  Her life had just been turned upside down, she wasn't even sure if she had a home to go back to. So she settled in at the nearest bar to drink and banish the thoughts from her head.

  She'd loved him so desperately. He'd been her first and only. But to judge by the blue skinned alien she found in their bed, she had not been enough for him. What did she have that Nora didn't have? Well, besides a third breast?

  Yet she had not realized she'd stumbled into an alien bar in her blind rage. Normally humans stuck to their own bars, since this was their planet, and the outsiders congregated in other haunts. Her port city home always had a myriad of different beings visiting. It took her two drink
s of some milky, blue alcohol before she realized that she was the only human in the room.

  She laughed softly to herself. The place was interesting enough, a dancing girl swayed to soft music being played in the corner. Several small, dark booths lined the walls. Beings from every major race she could recognize and several she could not, populated the small tables.

  Still, it was not her place, interesting though it was. She sighed wistfully, thoughts of revenge alien fucking running through her mind. She shook her head and pulled out her credits.

  The bartender waddled over, his jowls shaking as he held up a hand to her.

  “No charge, Miss,” he said, then reached forward and patted her small hand with his huge olive-green one.

  She was startled. “I don't understand...” She wasn't really one to go to bars. In truth, she'd never been to one by herself, so the thought of anyone buying her a drink, alien or otherwise, was foreign to her.

  “They've been picked up. Tip too.”

  “Who? I should thank them...” She turned behind and looked around. No one met her gaze.

  He gestured toward one of the back tables, the darkest one, one with two heavy curtains pulled to either side. She could just make out a figure, all in darkness, seated inside.

  “Should I... Can I just walk over there?”

  He chuckled softly, the jowls of his frog like face shaking as he did so. “I think it will be alright. He's a little intense, but, he won't do anything you won't like.”

  She tilted her head to the side. What in the world does THAT mean?

  Still she tossed a few credits on the bar for good measure, grabbed her purse and began to wander over to the table. It was so dark that even as she reached it, she could only see the barest outline of the inhabitant. A single candle burned in the center of the table, the only light. He was right, she was intimidated. Still, she had manners.

  “I, thank you, that is.. for the drinks, I... would have bought them myself but..”

  A dark laugh crept from the inhabitant. “But I was faster. Yes.”

  She shook her head in surprise. She could not audibly hear his voice, it simply sounded in her mind. She had a sharp intake of breath. The fact he was in her mind, uninvited, was thrilling. Still, she needed to go, to find somewhere to sleep. Something like that she could investigate another time.

  “Join me?” The deep, sultry voice purred in her mind.

  “I have so much to do, I really shouldn't,” she stammered, afraid but truthfully looking for an excuse to stay.

  “Come now. I simply wish to get to know you. It is so rare to see your kind.... here.”

  The voice caressed her mind, wrapping around her brain like a warm woolen blanket. Thoughts of what she would do next began to melt into the background. She slid into the seat, her leather skirt making a soft noise as it settled in.

  She wasn't quite sure what to do with her hands, she was so nervous. She folded them in front of her one way, then the other. Her benefactor made a gesture and suddenly the bartender appeared. They stared at each other for a moment and the bartender nodded.

  “I have taken the liberty of ordering another round for us,” the voice in her head whispered.

  “Oh, please, I...”

  He placed one hand over hers, leather glove clad but strange just the same. It had a thumb, the same as hers, but it appeared the rest were fused together, like a flipper. That could just be the glove, but somehow she doubted it. “I insist.”

  “Well, thank you, Mr....” she trailed off again. She berated herself silently, she was doing everything wrong.

  “Vrozna Eliom. You may call me Vrozna, if that is easier for you.”

  A small smile passed her face. She nodded. “I'm Nora. Pleased to meet you.”

  “The pleasure is mine,” he trilled, deep inside her mind. His long leather flipper slowly caressed her bare hand, intimately. He leaned forward slightly, the light catching more of his form. He was taller than a human, perhaps around seven feet, though slender. His head was obscured in a black cowl, as was the rest of his skin. She was intrigued, but not brave enough to ask what planet he hailed from.

  The bartender stopped by then and handed them each short, round glasses filled with an amber liquid. He nodded deeply to Vrozna, then moved forward to drop the curtain that was in front of them.

  Her nether regions tightened when she realized she was alone with a stranger.

  She glanced down to the drink in front of her. Her danger sense was tingling, but her excitement was throbbing harder. She swirled the glass around slowly.

  He pulled his hand away from covering hers, and brought the glass to his lips. He took his time, he seemed to be smelling the glass before finally raising it to his lips and taking a slow drink.

  She watched him, but finally could stand no longer. “I don't mean to be rude but...”

  He laughed. “You don't know what it is?”

  She shook her head, embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

  “It's far better than that milky swill you've been drinking. Go on, try it.”

  She lifted it to her nose for a long sniff. She wasn't skilled enough to know exactly what it smelled like, just medicinal and smoky. Still she would not insult her host. She gingerly took a sip, a bit more pouring down her throat than she expected. She coughed.

  “30 years aged, a very fine vintage, wouldn't you say?”

  She coughed again and felt her eyes watering. That liquor was strong. When finally she caught her breath she asked, “Yes, but what is it? Is it something from your world?”

  He laughed again and leaned forward to grab his own drink and take another long sip. “No, it's from yours. That's whiskey, my dear. Very fine whiskey.”

  She looked at the drink questioningly, she took another sip. She flushed then, recognizing the drink she'd had several times before, just far more cheaply. “Oh I...” she stammered again.

  “Good, is it not? I come to your planet at least once a stellar year to get a case or three. But if you would prefer something more otherworldly, I can arrange that.”

  He continued to nurse his whiskey while his leather gloved hand stroked up and down her arm, her shoulder to her elbow.

  “Tell me what brought you here, Nora? We don't really see many of your kind.”

  “Oh, it was an accident. I was engaged, but my husband to be, he...” she couldn't figure out why she was telling him this. The images of what she'd seen flashed through her head. Walking in, the strange sounds from the bedroom, the man she'd loved balls deep in a creature she couldn't even identify. The shame she felt, the inadequacy. She couldn't explain it to this creature she had just met. “Well he broke up with me.”

  Yet he understood. He lay his hand upon her chin and turned her face towards him. His voice, as always, caressed her mind as he spoke. “How could he turn away such beauty?”

  She felt the heat rise all the way to her ears. He'd been her one and only. He was her first love, her only partner. It had been so long since anyone had told her she was beautiful. She wasn't sure what to do in the situation, but his intensity made her want to stay and to run at the same time.

  As if he were reading her mind, he lay a hand on each of her shoulder, and turned her to look into his hood. She could still only see an impression of a face, no details. “If you belonged to me, you would never feel this way.”

  She was at a loss for words as he intently kept her staring into his hood. Perhaps he could read her mind.

  That's when she felt something touch her leg.

  CHAPTER 2

  She squealed and reached down to bat it away, whatever it was, that was touching her bare thigh. It was strange, slick, and tubular. It felt like nothing more than a snake crawling along her thigh.

  With speed she'd never before seen, both her hands were grabbed into his and pulled above her head. She gasped at the fierceness of it. Deep down part of her had always wanted to be held down and taken, but never before had she had any man use his strength up
on her in such a way. Her eyes glanced to his hood again, and the snake at her thighs lay still.

  “Ah, forgive my sudden action, Nora.” He began, still holding her arms above her head. “You see that was me, at your thigh. That probe is,” he searched inside her head, looking for the right word, “erogenous.”

  She nodded slightly to him. She knew she should ask why his erogenous organs were laying on her lap, but she let it go. She was curious.

  He slid closer to her. He transferred both her hands to one hand, which still easily held them up. She tried to pull them out, and he exhibited only the smallest amount of pressure, which easily pushed them back up to the wall. “Shh. If you truly want none of this, you need only think it. I will know. I will let you be.”