Invasion Bundle #2: (Rough Alien BDSM Romance)

by Claudia Balvenie

  He could only pull his dripping hand from her mouth and clamp it over it before his lower need took over. Her tightening in her repeated orgasms seemed to be far too much for him. The juices that she expelled were enough lubrication to let him move as he desired. And he desired to plunge all three in over, and over, brutally invading her.

  She was pierced by the insistent tentacles at the same rate, and she felt something heavy slamming into her clit from behind. Balls, she supposed, but far larger than any she'd ever seen. And there seemed to be more of them. He kept his hand, still dripping with his juices, clamped hard against her mouth, though she screamed into it, over and over.

  She knew he was at the end of his own rope. He leaned forward, supporting himself on the table with the same hand that held her leash taught. He shuddered, a scream ripping through her brain, as he exploded into her womb. Hot, thick, deep, there was wave after wave of his seed coating her, deeper than any man should have been able to. She could actually feel it splattering along the walls.

  The ones in her ass didn't wait any longer, they too sent stream after stream of hot, sticky fluid inside her untouched canal. While they exploded, he finally fell forward, laying heavily on top of her ill-used body.

  He lay still for several long moments, still buried deep inside of her. Finally he roused himself and began the tricky process of extracting his appendages. Slowly he removed one from her ass, then the other. A trail of his sticky fluids leaked out of her. Finally he pulled his massiveness out of her, slowly, carefully, trying not to hurt her. It came out with a pop, and she could feel how insanely stretched she was.

  Inside her mind, he'd noticed it too. “They were right about your kind's elasticity. Already you are going back to normal.” He rubbed his ungloved hand along her rear, caressingly.

  She slowly eased down, settling back into her other chair. She picked up the glass that the bartender had brought in the middle of their encounter and took a sniff. She then downed it all.

  “That is liquor from my home planet, I asked him to bring it so that you might try. Perhaps drinking it so fast was not a good idea in your state.”

  She frowned at him and set the drink back down. “What are you talking about?” Her voice was raw from all of the sucking she'd been doing.

  He quickly cleaned himself up with a towel she'd not even seen. He looked the same as when she'd first met him, though she was a huge mess. She took the towel he offered and tried to put herself back together. Somewhat presentable, she reached up to remove the collar. He snatched her hands away from it.

  “No.”

  She frowned. “Seriously, that was all just sex, right?”

  “No.”

  She was feeling the fear creeping back into her mind. “I don't understand...”

  “I told you, you have seen my face. I am your master now.”

  “But, I have a life, a job, a...” she trailed off. She had a life that was miserable, a job that she hated, and a fiancé that'd just left her.

  “You have a master. I will take care of you from now on. It is for the best.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  He slowly reached his hand down and caressed her stomach.

  “After all, you are carrying my child. I have no intention of letting you get away.”

  Taken at the Cantina

  Invasion #6

  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.

  PRELUDE

  Nora had come to the cantina to escape the mess her life had devolved into. All she wanted was a few drinks and to forget. She had a dead-end job, no savings, and a fiancé whom she walked in on with a three-breasted blue alien woman.

  Now, a few hours later, she had a collar around her neck and a black hooded alien creature who called her his pet. He had just taken her every hole, repeatedly and stealthily, in the private booth of the cantina. She had felt things she never believed were possible with this mysterious alien.

  And at the end he pronounced her pregnant with his child.

  She wasn't sure if her life was getting better, but she was certainly forgetting her troubles.

  CHAPTER 1

  She shook her head at Vrozna, laughing softly. “There's no way you could know I was pregnant already.”

  He tilted his hooded head to the side, considering her for a long moment. He was still hooded, but it didn't matter. When she had seen his true face, it was a blank slate. No eyes, no nose, a slit for a mouth. How could she even read those expressions. All she had was his voice, as he telepathically resonated in her brain. “You don't know...” he said, trailing off.

  She had been using the towel and straightening herself up. Save her panties being ruined, most everything else was salvageable. “I don't know what?”

  He reached forward for the drink that the bartender had left and brought it under his hood. He seemed to be buying time, after all, why would drinking stop him from being able to speak inside her mind? Finally, he continued. “You know many other human females, do you not?”

  She frowned at the odd question and handed him back his towel. “Of course.”

  “And do you know of any who have been with non-human men?”

  She had to stop and think. She wasn't the most social of women, post college and beginning her career, she'd been acquaintances with several other women. But try as she might, she couldn't think of a single one who'd admit to being with an extraterrestrial.

  “I take that as a no.” Vrozna offered. “Why would you think that is?” His voice echoed in her mind.

  “I don't know,” she struggled to find the words. She did not want to offend him nor did she want to lie. “I suppose it's because it's considered shameful.”

  His voice was serious inside her mind, and his re-gloved hand slowly stroked down her arm. “Are you ashamed of what happened here?”

  She shook her head, a smile crossing her lips. “No.”

  “Good,” he continued. “But still, we both know that human males are with non-human women often. Even your own fiancé, correct?”

  A pang stung her heart, but far less severe than before she'd met Vrozna. “True.”

  “And do you not understand the reasoning behind this? Why they do this willfully, yet your gender can not?”

  She frowned and adjusted her re-buttoned shirt, then ran her fingers through her hair, making sure there were no tangles.

  “I just assumed it was a double standard, like how men who are with many women are considered studs, and women who are with a lot of men are sluts. That's just how my culture is.”

  “Ah, my lovely. I do not understand your world at all. Why would they frown upon anyone enjoying the pleasures of the flesh? Foolishness. Life is short, you should enjoy whatever it brings your way.” Another sip of the liquor, then he pulled the leash that she was still attached to, pulling her face towards his hooded one. When she stared in, she could just barely make out the hint of his features.

  “No, my pet. Human females are notorious for being fertile.”

  Her brow furrowed and she tried to pull away from him. He kept his hold on the leash tight. “That doesn't make sense, we can only get pregnant two or three days out of the month, how would that even...” she trailed off.

  “I am no xenobiologist. All I know is that it happens. Every time. The first non-human male that one of your gender are with, they will bear a child. Always.”

  His voice grew heated inside her brain as he continued. “And I'm so pleased that I am that being. You serve me well, my pet.”

  Her whole life had changed, just by going to thank a man for buying her drinks. He finished the last of his drink and set it on the table.

  “What happens now, then? I go with you, be your what, sex slave and bro
od mare?”

  He laughed lightly and slowly ran his finger down the front of her chest, cupping one of her breasts. “It is clearly what you want. If you had even a hint of a doubt, I would release you, lovely. I know all that resides in your mind. So yes, if you wish to be so crude, 'sex slave' and 'brood mare'. I prefer to think of you as my luscious concubine.

  “However,” he continued, leaving some slack to her leash. “Before we may board my ship and begin our adventure, we must first leave this cantina.”

  She turned to glance at the heavy curtains. “I don't understand, why is that a problem?”

  He sighed. “Had no one known what we did, it would not have been. Yet now, all of the other non-humans out there will be aware of what has happened. Our dear bartender does not know how to keep his mouth shut. Since they know now that you are open to sex, others will expect their turn. We are fortunate though, that you are already claimed.”

  Fear shot through her. She had only been with two men in her entire life, one of them the alien sitting next to her. He slowly stroked her hair with his leather gloved hand.

  “Is there no way for us to avoid this? I don't want to have to be with every alien out there.”

  He shook his head. “No, my pet. But it will please me to see you prove your culture wrong and enjoy whatever is going to happen to you. You can do that, can't you? For me?”

  “And afterward?” she asked.

  “Afterward is the same as it is now. You are mine. I will not abandon you.”

  She nodded then. He slid towards the curtain, pulling her leash to keep her close. He pulled back the heavy curtain and stepped out, pulling her after.

  CHAPTER 2

  Nora stepped out to a mass of flesh. Aliens of all different species stood in a half circle around the booth. Out of the corner of her eye she watched the dancing girl abandon her post, running for the exit.

  In front, the bartender had already released himself from his clothing. He was a large jowly creature, four times her weight and considerably taller. His cock was long, green, and covered with wart like protrusions. It dripped with a slimy substance that she'd never seen before. His eyes moved to Vrozna's.

  “She is claimed then?” He asked, his jowls shaking with his speech. His huge, yellow eyes moved back to her body.

  She could not hear Vrozna's speech back to the bartender. It was no doubt in his head as well. Instead he pushed her in front of him, then slowly pushed her to her knees in front of the monstrous cock. The bartender had begun to stroke it in front of her.

  “None of these men have had a human woman before. They will mostly be desirous of your mouth.” Vrozna's voice echoed in her head.

  She spoke softly, while keeping her eyes on the hideous prick in front of her. “Why?”

  “Once again your race is unusual. You are the only ones who participate in oral copulation.”

  And the bartender began to shove his wart covered cock against her lips. He ran it along her face, leaving trails of slime dripping down her countenance. A tug of her leash reminded her that her master was there, still. He wanted this. He wanted to see this. She would do her best.

  She opened her lips, and he immediately pushed himself toward the small opening. He did not quite understand how it worked, of course, having never done so before. So she reached up and grabbed him in her hand, slowly stroking the ribbed dick. She guided the head into her mouth and glanced up to him, trying to determine if he was pleased.

  His yellow eyes were closed, and his thick fingers were pressed into the table behind him. He was already shuddering. She was surprised, all he had was the head inside her mouth, and as her master had showed her, she could take so much more.

  The slime he was already covered in made it easier to push him inside. Slowly she guided the dick deep into her throat, keeping herself calm and steady so she could take as much as possible inside. Finally he hit the back of her throat, and she knew she'd have to stop there, she could take no more. She used her hand clutching the back of his dick to make up what she couldn't take.

  Vrozna's voice echoed in her head. “These men will be rough with you. You will want to stop. Don't. You will displease me greatly.”

  She felt her body tighten at his words. It was a dangerous fantasy she'd always had, to be taken by multiple men. She wanted to be used for their pleasure only. She never would have acted on this if not for the trust she had in her master. She wondered if he'd read in her mind what she wanted, and was now giving it to her?

  It didn't matter. The bartender knew what he wanted at least. She had been so careful to guide him in, to get him used to what her mouth could take, but he didn't care. He tilted her head back so he could move even further down her throat. Vrozna helped, pulling on her chain so she could not move any more.

  The bartender leaned over her, roughly moving her hand so he could push himself all the way down her throat. He held it there a long moment, long enough that she began to struggle to breathe. He held her there, enjoying the struggle.

  “Oh yes,” the bartender moaned. “This is what you human women are best for.”

  He then began to fuck her face in earnest. Over and over he slammed his warty dick down her throat. His rhythm was building in intensity, she had to gasp for air whenever he brought himself out to the head, then thrust all the way in again, smashing his balls against her chin.

  Slime covered her whole face now, so she simply closed her eyes and let him take her. Between her legs she was already wet and red from excitement, and her fingers that he'd pushed away she slowly moved between her lips.

  It didn't take much. She was already so stimulated from what Vrozna had done to her that being taken so savagely sent her over the edge almost immediately. This surprised her invader. His last few thrusts were double the intensity of the prior, finally cumulating in his dick's explosion.

  And explosion it was, as the little nodules she'd believed were warts were actually holes. Every orifice sprayed thick, slimy seed into her mouth. More still trailed down her throat, filling her stomach. But many of the explosions were in her mouth itself, filling it with a green, disgusting, slimy juice that filled her mouth and overflowed down her chin. She looked up helplessly, as Vrozna, in her brain, encouraged her to swallow all of it.

  The bartender pulled out, his prick having shrunk to about a third of the size. He kept muttering to himself about how much she liked it, how she came while he was in her mouth.

  CHAPTER 3

  A tall reptilian man yanked her to her feet. He was nearly as tall as her master, but far bulkier. His arms, his legs, everything overflowed with muscle. He pulled her back over to his table, with Vrozna walking slowly behind, keeping her leash tight. His elongated snout held dozens of sharp teeth. She knew he could bite her in half if he wanted, with his crocodile style mouth. But that was not what he was after.

  “It is my turn...” the reptile said. She noticed then the other two reptilian men who had shared the table with him. One was taller and thin, with the same crocodile style mouth. The other's head was more salamander style, thinner with a shorter mouth protrusion. He was a light brown while the others were green.

  “I want to see if that tight body can handle one of our dicks,” he proclaimed, and roughly jerked her skirt up to her waist. The brown skinned creature moved in front of her, and jerked her shirt off, the buttons flying everywhere.

  Vrozna's voice echoed in her mind. “You are beautiful, my pet. I will buy you any clothes you like, do not concern yourself with what they might ruin.”

  The one who'd originally pulled her over pulled her into his lap, facing outward. The other brown one stood to the side, tracing his clawed hands over her bra, trying to figure out how it worked. Angrily he just slipped a claw underneath the elastic and tore outwards, spilling her breasts to the rest of the patrons.

  The brown fellow finally simply cut her skirt away, leaving her nude for all of the patrons to see. She glanced again to her master. He was immobile, watching t
he proceedings. His face was still obscured as he held her chain tightly in his gloved hand.

  The man who held her tightly in his lap freed himself then, laying his massive dick against her stomach. It was long, thick, and covered nearly halfway up by scales. He picked it up and heavily let it drop against her stomach twice, laughing cruelly.

  “Your tight little human cunt has never had anything like this, eh, girlie? It'll rip you wide open.”

  She would have been afraid, had she not just taken her master's even larger dick. The scales gave her pause though. She wondered if they would hurt.

  She didn't have to wonder long. The reptile leader laced his clawed fingers under her knees. He jerked her up with his massive strength. The claws dug into her skin, leaving small cuts that began to drip blood down her legs. The other two watched that blood intently. The one in brown whipped himself out, his dick thin and malleable. Yet it was nearly two feet long!