The Abduction: MFM Menage Alien Romance

by Nichole Allen

  “You look pretty sexy, yourself, in that tux,” Lillian said to him with a wink. She was happy that Damien had come around accepted the clothing, but he only did so because Michaela promised to tell Alexei that Damien wanted to pay for the clothing when they finished their gig and got paid.

  “But those clothes are worth thousands each!” Michaela protested.

  “Don’t care. Tell him I’m paying for them.”

  With a sigh, Lillian removed the dress that made her feel like a million dollars. She hadn’t felt this way in a long time and hoped that eventually, she would feel this way once again.

  *****

  Finally! The day of the gig had come and Lillian woke up feeling extra giddy. She straddled the still sleeping Damien and grinded herself on him. Not only was she excited about tonight, she was also extremely horny. They were going to play at a sex club and the thought turned Lillian on more than she thought it would.

  “Don’t start things you won’t be able to finish,” Damien said groggily. His eyes were still closed and Lillian didn’t even know he had woken up and was aware of what she was doing.

  “Well, good thing I can finish what I’m starting.” Lillian leaned over and kissed Damien on his lips. He tried to lean into the kiss, she turned her face and kissed him on his cheek, his neck, and moved down to the top of his chest.

  “I thought you said we couldn’t do anything until you get on birth control,” Damien said. His cock was getting harder by the second and he really didn’t want to be let down. Blue balls weren’t fun at all.

  Lillian smiled sweetly. “I went to the clinic last week while you were working. Low cost birth control and as of today, I’m officially clear to have sex with my man.”

  Damien wasn’t very religious but he still raised his eye to the sky and said a little prayer. He respected his fiancée’s decision to wait until being protected to have sex, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t itching to be balls deep inside of her.

  Lillian removed Damien’s now rock hard cock from his boxer briefs and stroked it roughly, all the while staring at him.

  “Fuck, Lil,” Damien moaned. His eyes squeezed shut and he tilted his head back on the pillow.

  Lillian pushed her thong to the side and rose before sinking slowly on Damien’s cock. They both sighed in pleasure. Lillian shuddered slightly. She rose and slammed back down, momentarily stunned by the slight pain of Damien’s cock stretching her pussy.

  “Ride me, baby,” Damien whispered from beneath her.

  Lillian placed her hands on Damien’s chest, using it to balance herself, as she rose and fell. She started off slow to tease Damien, and even herself, but when Damien wrapped his arms around her waist and fucked her from below, Lillian collapsed on top of him and let him have his way with her.

  Damien knew Lillian liked slow and romantic. She liked sweet things whispered in her ear, she liked taking her time. But this morning, Damien didn’t want slow or sweet at all. He fucked Lillian hard, grabbing a handful of her hair and holding her head in place so he could kiss her as much as he wanted to. He wasn’t going to last with the way Lillian’s pussy clamped down on his cock, and when she came with a cry, Damien wasn’t that far behind.

  “I feel like an amateur,” Damien said, trying to catch his breath. “How long was that? Two minutes?”

  Lillian laughed and playfully swatted Damien. “It was not two minutes. And besides, if we went any longer, we would stay in bed all day and we can’t have that, can we?”

  Damien pouted. “No, I guess we can’t.”

  “It’s ten right now. We should practice some more until about three and start getting ready. I have to go to the store and buy a couple things, too.”

  Damien and Lillian took a shower and practiced until Lillian went to the store to buy makeup. She didn’t go crazy since she only had a small budget but she was satisfied with what she got.

  Back at home, Damien tuned his guitar. It was already 6:30 pm and Lillian dashed to take another quick shower before getting dressed. She didn’t allow Damien to see her until she finished getting dressed and when she stepped into the living, Damien stared at her with such love in his eyes that Lillian began to choke up.

  “You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” he said as she approached him.

  Lillian blushed and raised her head, Damien’s mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss. “Don’t start,” she warned.

  “Yeah, yeah.”

  Damien went next door to call a cab while Lillian took her time walking down the stairs. She didn’t want to ruin the dress in any way, especially since Damien insisted on paying Alexei back for the clothes they wore.

  The cab arrived and they were off. Damien held his guitar like a baby, humming to himself while Lillian stared out of the window. The rundown section of Los Angeles they lived in disappeared as the car made its way to Beverly Hills. Lillian was amazed at the houses they passed by, most bigger than the entire apartment building she and Damien lived in now.

  “Do you see these houses?” Lillian asked Damien. “I would kill to live in one! They most cost millions.”

  “They do,” Damien said. “But trust me. Rich people have their own set of problems.”

  “I know. But at least paying their bills isn’t one of those problems.”

  The cab snaked its way through Beverly Hills before stopping in front of a large, Mediterranean-style house that was isolated from any neighbors. The house looked dark and Lillian wondered if Michaela had written down the correct address.

  “Um, are you sure this is it?” She asked the cab driver.

  “Yeah, Miss, I’m sure. I know this place.”

  Damien paid the driver and exited the cab, holding his hand out to help Lillian. There was a steep driveway that they’d have to walk up and Lillian regretted the stilettos she wore.

  The couple made their way up the driveway and were scared half to death when a large figured appeared from the shadows. He wore all black, had on black sunglasses, and a black ear piece in his ear.

  “Names?” The man demanded.

  “Lillian Callahan and Damien Pacheco.”

  The man stared at Damien for a minute before repeating the names to that whoever was on the other end of the ear piece could hear. He listened for a moment before speaking again. “You may proceed. When you get to the front door, press the red button.”

  Damien nodded and tugged on Lillian’s hand. He knew her shoes hurt her feet, but the sooner they were inside, the better. At the front door, he pressed the red button as instructed and no one other than Michaela opened the door. He wasn’t shocked to see her; she said she’d be there. He was shocked by what she had on. And so to was Lillian.

  “Wow,” Lillian said.

  “Like my outfit?” Michaela did a little shimmy and turned 360 degrees. She wore a barely there and extra tight red leather skirt with a matching bra that exposed her breasts, leaving nothing for the imagination.

  “It’s everything alright,” Lillian said. She glanced at Damien, who was trying his hardest beside her to keep his eyes everywhere but on Michaela.

  “I’m playing tonight,” Michaela said.

  “You play an instrument?” Damien asked.

  Michaela laughed loudly. “No. You two are so innocent. I’m a dominatrix.”

  “What?” Lillian and Damien asked at the same time.

  “Yep. Surprise!”

  “Does Alexei know?” Lillian asked.

  “Of course. It’s why he hired me.”

  “Is he here?” Damien asked.

  “Um, he’s somewhere around. If I see him, I’ll tell him you’re here. I’ll show you the stage so you can start warming up or whatever it is you do. We start at ten on the dot.”

  Damien and Lillian followed Michaela deeper into the house. The walls were red and the pictures filling them were filled with pin-up girls and couples in various sex positions. A shiver ran down Lillian’s spine. She wasn’t scared—quite the opposite. She was
incredibly turned on.

  The room she and Damien would be performing in was literally a ballroom that could easily fit at least two hundred people. There was a bar area at the back, which was already staffed by four bartenders and the stage in front of them was set up so that all Lillian needed to bring was her voice and all Damien needed to bring was his guitar.

  “Alright, you two. The stage is at your disposal. I need to go finalize some things. See ya later,” Michaela waved.

  “I did not see that coming,” Damien whispered into Lillian’s ear when Michaela left.

  “Me neither,” Lillian giggled. “I mean, now that I know, she seems like the best person to be a dominatrix.”

  “Really?” Damien asked. “I don’t see it.”

  Lillian shrugged and followed Damien on stage. They practiced again, blushing when they finished and the bartenders clapped and cheered.

  “Thank you. Thank you very much!” Damien said in a fake Elvis Presley voice.

  Lillian rolled her eyes and laughed. She let down her guard all the way and enjoyed a conversation with the bartenders, who were sworn to secrecy and couldn’t tell Lillian and Damien who exactly would be arriving later on. “You’ll be surprised, though,” one of them said.

  Just before show time, Michaela arrived to wish them luck. “You’re going to do great!”

  The ballroom started to fill up and by the time Lillian took her place beside Damien, she had a small case of stage fright. But when she began singing, her voice came out smooth and harmonious. Damien’s guitar-playing was perfect and no one in the audience spoke a word. When she belted out the last note and the audience roared with cheers and applauses, Lillian smiled. This was the happiest she had been in a long time.

  She and Damien took a bow and headed off stage. They were asked by several people in the audience to sing again, and Lillian promised she would after taking a little break.

  “So, you wanna go play?” Damien asked when they sat down at the bar.

  Lillian shook her head. “At first, I was all for this swinger’s club thing. But the people here are—weird. Not because they’re swingers, but it’s just something about them. Don’t want any part of it.”

  Damien laughed out loud and ordered himself and Lillian a drink. They sat and chatted pretty comfortably, even as people started disrobing and making their way out of the ballroom.

  Lillian turned to ask one of the bartenders where the bathroom was when a peculiar feeling came over her. It was the same feeling she felt at Alexei’s house, only this time, it was much stronger. She looked around for the source of her discomfort and her eyes came to meet a pair of vivid blue ones and she immediately knew who the eyes belong to.

  Alexei Lazarev.

  That wasn’t the only thing Lillian realized when she stared at Alexei. A shiver ran down her back and the urge to kneel overwhelmed her. Alexei Lazarev was no ordinary person. He was a werewolf—an alpha werewolf.

  *****

  Alexei approached Damien and Lillian slowly. He wove between patrons, ignoring the ones who tried to stop him.

  “What an amazing voice you have, Ms. Callahan,” Alexei said. He took Lillian’s hand into his own and raised it to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

  Lillian was momentarily stunned and only came to when Damien nudged her. “Oh, thank you. It means a lot coming from you.”

  “The people are begging for you to sing again. Will you?” Alexei asked.

  Lillian nodded. “Of course.”

  Alexei smiled and turned his attention to Damien. “How is your father, Damien?”

  Lillian’s brow furrowed in confusion. She looked at Damien questioningly, silently asking “Do you know him?” with her face.

  “I haven’t seen him in years,” Damien replied through clenched teeth.

  “Oh, really? I wasn’t aware.”

  Alexei walked away with a mischievous smirk on his face. Lillian was not only confused, but she was pissed as well. Why didn’t Damien mention he knew Alexei? What was the extent of their relationship? She turned around on her heel and ordered another drink, ignoring Damien until it was time for them to return to the stage.

  “I know you’re mad at me,” Damien said when they finished another set and found a quiet area of the ballroom to stand and observe everyone.

  “You think?” Lillian asked sarcastically. She crossed her arms over her chest and spotted Michaela, with a naked man on all fours on the ground beside her. She held a leash that was attached to the collar around the man’s neck.

  “Is that Michaela?” Damien asked. “Jeez, she wasn’t lying when she said she was a dominatrix. Why is he on the floor like that?”

  “Don’t try to change the subject,” Lillian said.

  “I’m not.”

  “How do you know Alexei?”

  Damien sighed. “My father used to work for Alexei. This was years ago, before I left home.”

  “And do you know Alexei is an alpha werewolf and controls all of California? I thought you were from Colorado,” Lillian said.

  “I am from Colorado. So is Alexei. His father was the alpha of the Colorado-Montana-Wyoming territory. When his father died, Alexei took over, but he said the Midwest wasn’t yielding as much as the West Coast would so he moved to California and began taking over.”

  “How do you know all of this?” Lillian asked.

  “By listening as a little boy. My father and Alexei’s father were good friends until my father started drinking and then everything went downhill,” Damien answered. “I had only met Alexei a couple times, and he was older than me by a couple years. He didn’t really pay attention to me.”

  Lillian couldn’t believe she didn’t know any of this before. She didn’t know if she should be mad at Damien or understand why he didn’t say anything beforehand. Damien had blocked out much of his young life after leaving his home and living on the streets.

  Lost in her thoughts, Lillian didn’t even see Michaela approach them with the man on the leash crawled alongside her.

  “Enjoying yourselves?” She asked.

  Damien smirked. “Not as much as you, it seems.”

  “Ha! This is my pet, Lucas. I call him Pet, but you can call him Lucas.”

  Lillian gasped when Michaela actually pet Lucas’s head like a dog.

  “Don’t worry. He likes this. He’s extremely submissive. I would keep him as a slave but he’s the son of a high-profile lawyer. It wouldn’t work out as a twenty-four, seven thing.”

  Lillian didn’t know what to say so she just nodded her head. She looked down at Lucas, who was still on all fours, head hanging down. He hadn’t said two words since Michaela introduced him and she was sure he wouldn’t say anything until he was told to speak. She found the whole thing bizarre but they were consenting adults, so there was nothing she had to feel sorry about.

  “Why don’t you guys go explore? You can’t join in unless you pay the membership fee, but you can always look.”

  Lillian wasn’t too keen on exploring. In fact, she wanted to go home now that the job was done. But one look at Damien and she knew he was curious about what the goings-on upstairs.

  “I guess we can look around,” Lillian said slowly. “But only for a little while.”

  “You’ll be begging for a membership!” Michaela said. “Just walk out these doors and go up the staircase.”

  Damien and Lillian followed Michaela’s instructions and ended up on the landing of the second floor of the house. Sounds of pleasure could be heard from every room; some rooms had their doors opened, some had them closed. Lillian peaked into the first room to her right and couldn’t believe her eyes.

  One man slid his cock in and out of the ass of another man, and right beside them, two women scissored and pulled on each other’s nipples. The man getting fucked laid on his back, stroking his cock with his eyes squeezed shut.

  Lillian had never seen two men have sex. She thought it would disgust her. But watching the two men, she was
incredibly turned on. And beside her, Damien’s breathing increased and he licked his lips. Is he turned on, too? Lillian thought. Should I ask?

  Both of them were so enthralled by what they were watching that they didn’t hear Alexei walk up behind them. But the overwhelming power that Alexei radiated soon came to Lillian and she turned around slowly, locking eyes with him.

  “Enjoying the show?” Alexei asked.

  Lillian gulped and nodded. Damien completely ignored Alexei and kept his eyes on the four people in the room.

  “You could always ask to join,” Alexei said.

  “We’re not members and we don’t have the money for a membership,” Damien said, turning his attention to Alexei.

  “It’ll be on me.”

  Lillian shook her head. “No. We’re not interested.” But she saw that neither Damien nor Alexei were paying attention to her. They stared at each other intensely. Alexei’s eyes turned yellow and began to glow. Lillian looked from one man’s face to the other. What the hell was going on?

  “I think we should leave,” Damien said. He grabbed Lillian’s hand and led her downstairs and out the door.

  Thanks to her werewolf super hearing, Lillian knew for a fact she heard Alexei say, “You’ll be back.”

  *****

  “I want you to tell me everything about your family and what you know about Alexei’s family. I gave you a break last night, but I want answers. Right now.”

  Damien knew the conversation was coming when he woke up the next morning. Lillian, even in the morning, was the most beautiful human in the world. Her hair went in every direction above her head and she had dried drool around her mouth.

  “Can I brush my teeth?” He asked.

  Lillian nodded and watched Damien leave the bedroom and go into the bathroom across the hall. He was in there for ten minutes before coming out and crawling back into bed.

  “Okay,” he began. “My parents are Henry and Elisa Pacheco. We lived in Boulder and I had a relatively good childhood. I didn’t know werewolves existed until I was four years old and Alexei’s father and my father started working together. I’m not sure what exactly they worked together on. They just called it work. I met Alexei when I was six and like I said last night, he mostly ignored me. Something happened between my dad and Alexei’s dad, and my father went into a downward spiral. He started drinking, doing drugs, hitting my mom and then hitting my sister and me.”