Clark, Rachel - Amanda's Amorous Aliens (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rachel Clark

  “Is it not to your liking?” To’h asked, sounding like a confused male.

  “I like it just fine,” Amanda said, wondering how the hell to explain “cock tease” to a computer. “They’re actually quite lovely, but…”

  “If you like them, then I don’t see what the problem is. They will fit you perfectly—I have your measurements still from your medical scans—and they are typical of human sleepwear from your time period.”

  “But they’re…um…designed to…um…seduce.”

  “Is that not what you want?” the computer asked, sounding innocent. She had a sneaking suspicion that the dumb act was just that, an act, and she was also beginning to wonder just what she might end up with next if she asked the computer to make something else. Dealing with To’h seemed a little like dealing with the “genie in the bottle.” If that was the case then she better be damned careful what she wished for.

  “This will be fine, To’h. Thank you.” In truth she was kind of intrigued to see what they looked like on. She’d never worn sexy lingerie before—she’d always been more of a “cotton undies and sports bra” kind of girl—so it was an indulgence she couldn’t really pass up. “Do I need to ask you to um…avert your eyes, or maybe, I don’t know…stop recording?”

  “Technically, no,” the computer said. “In this room I only have voice receptors, and Karriak-Sektannen can turn them off anytime he chooses. I suspect he did that deliberately so that I wouldn’t embarrass him while he was masturbating.”

  “Oh.”

  Well, ask a silly question…

  But, that “genie in the bottle” theory was starting to look pretty solid about now. She was almost certain To’h had been going to say something similarly outrageous earlier when Karriak-Sektannen had turned off the computer’s audio.

  She quickly dragged off her flight suit and stripped away her underclothes in record time. She pulled the lingerie on quickly, almost sighing at the sensual feeling the soft material evoked. She was about to climb under the covers when the computer spoke up again.

  “Behind the door to your left is what I believe humans call a bathroom. I have synthesized a toothbrush and toothpaste for you.” The items dropped into the same basket as her lingerie had landed, and she moved to gather them quickly. She opened the door the computer had indicated and found a sink, tub, and something that looked a lot like a shower but somehow wasn’t, and a seat that she already knew was the Kobarian equivalent of a toilet. Everything, of course, was extra large.

  But it was the floor-to-ceiling mirror that caught her eye. The deep purple color of her lingerie suited her skin perfectly and the fit was flawless. She ruffled her hair, loosening the curls, so that they fell messily to frame her face. Heavens, not only did the lingerie make her look sexy, but it made her feel sexy, also.

  Unfortunately, she was so involved in her own introspection she didn’t hear Karriak-Sektannen come back into the bedroom until it was too late.

  * * * *

  Karriak-Sektannen took his time locking down the ship, hopefully giving Amanda plenty of time to get changed and crawl under the covers. As soon as To’h had agreed to make some sleepwear for Amanda, he knew he was in trouble. There was no way that meddling piece of computer code wasn’t going to put him in an awkward situation. He just had to hope that it didn’t give him the Kobarian equivalent of a heart attack. With his telkobar approaching rapidly he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hide any physical reaction from Amanda. He was already imagining what it might be like to lick the woman all over. Seeing her half-naked might just kill him.

  “To’h, is Amanda in bed yet?”

  “How would I know?” the computer asked sarcastically. “You don’t have any cameras in that room.”

  “True,” he said, relieved a little by the reminder. If he was going to embarrass himself in front of the beautiful human at least To’h wouldn’t be able to record it. Karriak-Sektannen had no doubt it would be the first file the computer “accidentally” showed his older brothers when they got home.

  He stepped toward the nearest input console, disengaged the audio interface for the bedroom, and moved toward the door.

  “Good night, To’h,” he said, feeling maybe just a little bit smug. At least whatever happened inside his bedroom the computer would not be privy to.

  “Good night, sir. Sleep well.”

  But as soon as the bedroom door closed behind him he noticed the difference. He barely had time enough to swear before his skull hit the bulkhead. “Damn it, To’h. Turn the oxygen down.”

  Realizing he’d turned the audio off, he turned back to the door, only to find it locked. He hammered on the frame, knowing instinctively that the computer would claim to have not heard him.

  Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

  “Are you okay?”

  And holy fuck! The woman was gorgeous. He’d entered this room knowing that To’h had likely set him up for embarrassment, but he hadn’t even imagined how beautifully sexy the human might be under the layers of androgynous clothing she’d worn all day. The bright purple color suited her perfectly, the fit totally amazing, the sexy design that somehow hid most of her from view but gave the impression of her being nearly naked sending his blood pressure soaring.

  He felt the material of his pants stretch as his cock filled and the rest of his body continued to grow. He dropped to his knees, unwilling to slam his head against the ceiling again.

  “Karriak-Sektannen, what is it? What’s wrong?” She glanced around the room, obviously seeking some sort of assistance. “To’h, help him!”

  “He can’t hear us…in here,” Karriak-Sektannen said between pants. Holy fuck, his brothers hadn’t explained this part very well. Waves of agony flowed over him as his insides moved and changed and his entire body grew larger. “I’m…okay.” He grimaced as his clothes made a wrenching, tearing sound. “Sort of.”

  Amanda moved toward him, the concern in her eyes quite gratifying, even as he worried for her reaction. Very few creatures on Earth did what he was about to do. He was either going to scare the hell out of her, or convince her once and for all that she was dreaming.

  “Karriak-Sektannen?” she asked as she moved to stand in front of him. He wanted to touch her, but with his body growing so rapidly he didn’t want to risk hurting her.

  “Natural,” he managed to groan out as the clothing tore off his body. What was happening now should have taken weeks, not minutes. When this was over, he was reprogramming that fucking computer.

  “This is natural for your species?” she asked, looking completely freaked out. “Does it hurt?”

  He shook his head, lying his ass off as he ground his teeth against the stretching, tearing feeling.

  “Can I do anything to help? To make it better? To make it easier?” She shook her head, apparently uncertain what she wanted to say.

  “Just…please…” He panted hard, trying to get the words out before his telkobar moment was upon him. “Please…don’tfreakout.” The words all ran together, the sharp pain stealing his breath as his body did exactly what it was supposed to do and split down the middle.

  Chapter Four

  Amanda’s mouth opened and closed, but only jumbled words came out. What the fuck was going on?

  “You just…He…You…” Surely she was seeing double.

  “Amanda, please calm down.”

  “But…but…”

  “Sweetheart, it’s okay,” the guy on the left said. “It’s just me.” He glanced at the identical copy beside him, nodded at the man’s grin, and added, “Well, just me and, ah, me.”

  “So you’re him? I mean, he’s you?” Her gaze swung wildly between them. They seemed identical in every way, except that they were half the size of Karriak-Sektannen.

  Hello to the weird.

  Since she’d landed here she’d been overwhelmed by his size. She’d guessed the ship’s bulkhead to be about ten feet up, so that suggested he’d grown to maybe eleven or twelve feet before he’d sp
lit in two. No longer did he tower over her. Now he just outnumbered her.

  She giggled hysterically.

  “That’s…that’s how…” Her words failed as she laughed uproariously, holding her sides as if she might follow his example and split in two. “That’s how you reproduce? By mitosis?”

  Well, wasn’t that a kick in the libido? All that sexual attraction she’d imagined earlier just made her laugh harder. Holy shit. What sort of a delusional twit was she? She’d known from the get-go that he wasn’t human. Hell, what she’d interpreted as sexual interest had probably been scientific curiosity.

  Both Karriak-Sektannens frowned and crossed their arms in annoyance. And, oh wow, she suddenly realized that they were completely naked. And, um…aroused?

  “Why do you laugh?” Karriak-Sektannen number one asked. “Did you find our telkobar amusing?”

  Karriak-Sektannen number two narrowed his eyes and looked damned annoyed.

  She sobered immediately. “No, I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you. I just…It’s been a really weird day, and I’m…well, I’m mainly laughing at myself.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I…” Oh god, this was embarrassing, but she could see that they wouldn’t be satisfied without hearing the truth. “Because I thought you liked me.”

  “I…” Karriak-Sektannen glanced at his copy—or would he be considered his other half? She barely managed to squash the impulse to laugh hysterically again. Heavens, nothing about this was funny. “We like you very much.”

  “But,” she said, shaking her head and wondering how much he understood about human sexuality, “I thought you liked me liked me.”

  Both men frowned at her high school version of an explanation.

  “I mean”—she swallowed hard—“I thought you were attracted to me.” Both of them raised an eyebrow and waited for more. Fuck. “I misread your kindness and, um, thought, um…but you don’t, ah, do that so I was—”

  “We don’t do what?” the Karriak-Sektannen on the left asked with just the slightest hint of amusement.

  “That’s not how you, ah, procreate.” Fuck, where was a hole to hide in when she needed one?

  “What do you know of Kobarian procreation?” the Karriak-Sektannen on the right asked.

  It was her turn to raise an eyebrow. Hadn’t she just witnessed their form of procreation? It was damn disappointing that such beautiful masculinity would be wasted on asexual reproduction, but well, it certainly described her current love life. Her gaze dropped again to their groins all on its own. Amanda didn’t even realize she was doing it until both men wiggled their hips and their deliciously hard cocks waved hello. Fuck.

  “Perhaps,” Karriak-Sektannen said as he turned to the other Karriak-Sektannen, “the little human would like a biology lesson.”

  The one on the left grinned. “I think you might be right, brother.”

  She could barely breathe as they both stepped closer, one standing behind, the other in front. Warm hands rested on her hips, the thumbs making small circles on her skin. Both men were about her height now, so she was gazing directly into Karriak-Sektannen’s eyes. He grinned wickedly and then leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her lips. She gasped, shivering slightly as the man behind her spoke quietly, his warm breath caressing her ear.

  “Kobarians reproduce the same way as humans.” He smoothed his hands higher up her sides, lifting the soft lace, his hard cock brushing lightly against the soft globes of her ass where the G-string nestled. “We impregnate our females the same way, too.”

  “The only difference,” the Karriak-Sektannen in front of her said, “is that some adults can choose to go through ‘telkobar.’”

  “Ch–Choose?” She wanted to ask them to define telkobar, but her scientific curiosity was drowned out by the incredible sensations flowing through her body. They turned her between them, and the other Karriak-Sektannen kissed her just as softly, just as enticingly.

  Identical groans escaped both men, almost at the same time.

  “We need to stop,” one of them said as they both reluctantly stepped away.

  “Why?” she asked in confusion. In the fog of sensual haze the fact that they’d only just met didn’t really seem to matter. Neither did the fact that they were different species. Hell, she’d held herself away from people for so long—first with study, and then her career, and even more so working in a male-dominated field—she barely remembered the sensations now zipping through every nerve ending. She’d suppressed her own sexual needs for so long that she ached with desperation right now.

  Fuck.

  She moaned in disappointment, reaching for the hard cock attached to the man in front of her, but strong arms wrapped around her from behind and pinned her arms to her side.

  “Sorry, sweetheart, but we really, really need to stop.”

  Considering the hard cock nudging her backside, she found that hard to believe.

  “Why? Is there anything I can say to change your mind?”

  Both men seemed perplexed by her attitude. They appeared to communicate silently for a few moments, so Amanda went with her instincts and moved her hips side to side. The man holding her groaned, but tightened his grip instead of pushing her away.

  “Amanda,” the man in front said with a very serious expression. “Telkobar leaves us with very little control over our own needs.” He ran a hand down his face in agitation. “It wouldn’t be fair to use you like that.”

  “Use me? I’m pretty sure I just offered.” And hey, when it came down to it, some would say she was using them, so that made them even. Didn’t it?

  The man holding her groaned, his hands roaming over her body even though he seemed to be fighting with himself.

  “Be very certain,” the man in front said as he stepped closer. “Sektannen and I are almost past the point of no return.”

  “Sektannen?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder briefly. “Does that mean you’re Karriak?”

  The man in front of her smiled as Sektannen’s movements behind her became more urgent.

  “That’s right, sweetheart. I am Karriak. He is Sektannen.” She wanted to ask more, but—oh, wow—Sektannen had found the hard peaks of her breasts and was tormenting them with firm pinches. Her knees were about to buckle. “Be certain, Amanda, that this is what you want.”

  Oh, hell yeah. This was what she wanted.

  She nodded frantically, reaching for Karriak as he gave her a brilliant smile.

  “This looks very beautiful on you,” Karriak said, lifting the soft lace away from her skin, “but it needs to come off.” She nodded, groaning when Karriak moved to lift the material over her head and Sektannen dropped his hands lower, brushing over the sensitive flesh of her mound.

  Karriak dipped his head, sucking her hard nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth, as Sektannen hooked his fingers into the sides of her G-string and worked the scrap of material down her legs. Amanda had never been more grateful for her kooky, slightly superstitious preflight habit of shaving everywhere but her head. Considering how long the hairs on her legs had been yesterday, she was suddenly very grateful for the OCD-ish type behavior. But it didn’t stop her knees from wobbling uncontrollably. Only Karriak’s firm grip on her hips stopped her from falling to the floor.

  “Bed,” Sektannen growled as he lifted her into his arms and actually threw her onto the mattress. Thank heavens it was a big bed, or she might have bounced off the other side. Both men climbed onto the bed, stalking toward her, their expressions wicked, their lust for her obvious.

  “Karriak?” she asked as one of them crawled right over the top of her, caging her between his strong arms and thighs. He shook his head, tilted it toward the man beside him, and winked. “H–How do I tell you apart?”

  Maybe not the most important question considering the long, hard, thick—oh, wow—cock pressing between her legs, but one she felt the need to ask. Call her old fashioned, but she did like to know the name of the man she was about to f
uck.

  “Mark,” Sektannen said as he slid down her body and wedged his shoulders between her thighs.

  “Huh?” The answer, though cryptic, suddenly seemed unimportant. Sektannen’s fingers caressed the swollen folds of her pussy, his tongue laving over the soft flesh, his strong arms holding her still as he began to explore her intimately.

  “This mark,” Karriak said, showing her the tattoo-like mark on the inside of his wrist. She’d noticed it on Karriak-Sektannen earlier, except that then it had looked something like a very fancy version of the four points on a compass. Karriak’s mark looked like only two arrows, one pointing up, one pointing down. “Sektannen’s points left and right.”

  “Oh,” she said, barely comprehending the words as Sektannen did something to her pussy that set her nerves ablaze. She was beginning to shake all over.

  Holy shit.

  Karriak grinned, leaned over, and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue snaked inside, exploring her mouth as thoroughly as Sektannen explored her pussy. She moaned as Sektannen shifted, and the bed dipped slightly as he moved. Karriak broke away, placed a wide hand on his brother’s shoulder, and shoved. Sektannen fell sideways, laughing as Karriak slid down the bed and pressed his mouth to her pussy.

  “Apparently,” Sektannen said with a laugh, “Karriak needs to taste you before I’m allowed to fuck you.”

  She might have giggled if Karriak hadn’t chosen that moment to wrap his hands under her ass, lift her pussy to his mouth, and thrust his tongue into her over and over and over.

  “You’re very beautiful like this,” Sektannen said, sweeping the hair out of her eyes. “I think you would be even more beautiful in release.”

  “What?” His mouth was moving, but she wasn’t really sure she understood the words. Release? What the hell was that? “Oh, fuck,” she gasped out as everything inside her pulled tight. Karriak kept tormenting her, holding her still against the urge to move away.

  Too much. Too soon. Oh, wow. Too late.