Alien Alphas: Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas

by Grace Goodwin

  Chapter Five

  I’d been pacing the floor like a caged harudu, waiting for darkness to fall. I had no idea why my father came up with the outrageous scheme to have me mate with the alien. Perhaps he meant to punish me for refusing to bed any of the Naxian maidens he’d been parading in front of me for months now.

  “It’s your duty, both to me and to your people. I want to know our line will continue after I’ve gone to be with our ancestors. If anything were to happen to you, your idiot cousin Vedu would claim the throne. Gods help Naxos if that ever happens.” He’d begun repeating the same refrain every time we were together, in the hope that guilt would work where lust had not.

  “Nothing is going to happen to me.” The words didn’t ring true, even to me. I knew I’d been taking foolish risks. Hunting tri-horned harudu with only a knife and a bow, free-climbing Mt. Rijai. It seemed I needed more and more dangerous pursuits just to feel alive.

  Tonight I would do my duty, as my father had commanded. But I’d be damned if I’d like it.

  I’d seen the alien. Sweaty, bedraggled, making her way through the jungle with her makeshift bag of stolen rana fruit. She was no prize, even if she did have a plump firm ass.

  Said ass was the first thing I saw when I opened the door to my bedchamber. Poking out of the back of the traditional Naxian mating gown she wore. Naked, in the candlelight, it looked even better than it had in the sweaty gray pants that had clung to every curve. Despite my resolve, my traitorous cock swelled at the thought of sliding a tail between those sweet cheeks. Seating it deep inside her, then tugging on it as I pumped in and out of her pussy. Would an alien female get as hot when I did that as a Naxian female does?

  I’d soon find out.

  She’d been staring at the landscape outdoors while I stared at a much more appealing view. In the past, the look of stunned surprise on her face when she whirled around and saw me would have had me laughing out loud. I hadn’t felt like laughing in a long time.

  No one had bothered to school her in Naxian etiquette. Otherwise she’d have dropped to her knees and bowed her head submissively when I entered the room. Maybe they figured an alien wouldn’t be intelligent enough to grasp the complexities of our culture.

  She was tough as a tamina, I had to give her that. I’d hunted those sleek jungle beasts. The females were far more dangerous than the males. When cornered, they’d hiss and lash out with their sharp claws. By the look in her eyes, this alien wanted to do the same.

  “Come here.”

  She took a few steps toward me, then stopped, head held high.

  “On Naxos it is customary for the female to kneel before her mate.”

  “On Earth it is customary for the male to get to know a female and then ask that female’s permission before he fucks her,” she shot back. “Oh, excuse me... before he mates with her.”

  “Fucks. Is that what you call mating?”

  “Mating. Fucking.” She held up one hand again the way she did in the temple, ticking the terms off on her fingers to make her point. “Mate, fuck.” She pointed to me. “Fucker.”

  “Fucker.” I rolled the word around on my tongue. “Fucker. I like it. It sounds raw and virile.” I could tell by her tone that she’d meant the word as an insult. Her eyes flashed with anger when I refused to rise to the bait.

  “Very well. Let me put it in terms you’ll understand. I’m the fucker and I’m going to fuck you now, as the king has commanded. Bend over the bed.”

  Her eyes widened and she took a step back.

  * * *

  Aya was right. He’s handsome—and he’s a real prick. He was dressed the same way he’d been in the jungle. Bare chest, the animal-hide sarong slung around his narrow hips. Instead of leather, squares of hammered gold linked together made up the belt attached to his tail, with a smaller hammered gold chain supporting a jewel-encrusted medallion around his neck.

  Candlelight played over his body, light and shadow accentuating the powerful muscles in his chest, the chiseled abs. His skin gleamed and I caught a seductive scent. I’d had a retinue of temple maidens preparing me for this night, rubbing me all over with fragrant oil after my bath. Apparently he’d been subjected to the same treatment, since I couldn’t picture him slathering it on himself. I wondered if he had female servants to bathe him too.

  He was staring at me with a stern expression on his face. “You don’t kneel before me and you don’t obey my commands. It’s clear I’m going to have to teach you how to behave like a proper Naxian mate.”

  Before I could react, he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the bed. Instead of bending me over it, he sat on the edge and yanked me face down over his lap. I shrieked when his hand came down with a resounding smack. Thanks to the slit up the back of my gown, he hadn’t even had to pull up my skirt. It just fell open, framing my bare ass for him.

  “Let me go!” I started kicking and squirming, but it was no use. He trapped both my flailing legs between his and smacked me again. Harder.

  “On Naxos. Females are subservient. To their mates.” He punctuated his lecture with firm swats after every couple of words.

  “Fuck you, asshole!”

  “Asshole. I assume that is not a term of endearment by which one addresses one’s mate on Earth.” He spanked me again, falling into a rhythm. Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek.

  I clenched my teeth. It hurt, but I’d be damned if I let him know. I’d heard of spanking. An archaic form of disciplining children once practiced on Earth, long ago outlawed as barbaric. Maybe these Naxians weren’t as civilized as I’d thought they were.

  The initial shock had worn off and I felt the burn. A stinging lick of fire every time his hand connected with the tender skin on my ass. I cursed him out loud, cursed this savage planet. He ignored my protests, spanking me steadily. I struggled to get away, but he laid one huge hand across my waist, holding me in place.

  I froze when I felt the bulge under his loincloth pressing against my mound, suddenly aware that every time he smacked me now, the hood of my clit rubbed against that hard cock. Like I said before, it had been a long dry voyage. To my shame, I started getting turned on. I mean, really turned on. I felt a gush as my pussy flooded.

  He figured out what was going on when my curses turned to moans. He slid a finger between my legs and found the evidence.

  “So, little human, it seems Naxian discipline arouses you. Are you ready to receive your shimba tail?”

  Tail. Oh, yeah. Give it to me. Then fuck me good.

  He didn’t have any pockets in that loincloth. I don’t know where he got the damn thing but a moment later, I felt his fingers spreading the cheeks of my ass apart, teasing the tightly puckered opening with something slick and smooth.

  He slid it in slowly, inch by inch. It felt like the shaft was getting wider, stretching me until I wanted to beg him to stop. I clawed at his bare legs with my fingernails and he started working it in and out.

  Sweet Goddess! I’d never had my ass played with before. I started panting and rocked against his iron-hard cock. I could feel the heat of it, even through the clothes we both wore.

  He made a rough sound deep in his chest, one I didn’t need my Tellex chip to translate, and ground it against me. Digging his fingers into my stinging ass cheeks, he slid the tail shaft deeper. I let out a strangled cry as it stretched me even wider. The shaft narrowed again and my ass tightened around it, trapping the widest part inside me. I squeezed my muscles experimentally and shivered as a bolt of lust rocketed through me.

  Jalen felt my body quiver and lifted me off his lap. He perched me on the edge of the bed, still face down. Nudging my legs apart with his knees, he got between them, grabbed the end of my tail, and wrapped it around the palm of one hand, giving it a gentle tug every now and then.

  The muscles of my tight rear passage clenched involuntarily, drawing it in deep inside every time he eased the pressure. With every move, the widest part of the shaft stroked against my inner walls
, creating an erotic sensation I’d never experienced before. I stifled a moan.

  Jalen took his own tail in his other hand and started running it between my legs, stroking my pussy and clit with the sleek fur.

  “Tamina. That’s what I’m going to call you. My wildcat needs to be tamed. Punished first, then stroked before she’s mated.”

  I needed to be punished and tamed? He really was a prick. I opened my mouth to tell him so, but all that came out was a soft cry as he massaged my throbbing bud. His fingers brushed against the lips of my pussy and I decided I’d wait and tell him later.

  I felt the heat of his cock probing my dripping slit. He gave a tug on my tail at the same time. I rocked back instinctively, trying to relieve the pressure, and his cock slid in. Oh, sweet Goddess! So hot. So hard and thick. I moaned and shoved my ass back, desperate for more.

  He made that rough sound again, almost a growl, and started fucking me. Pumping his huge cock into me and pulling on my tail with each stroke. Maybe it was getting spanked for the first time that drove me wild. Maybe it was the shaft of that tail awakening dark new desires as it slid in and out of my ass with every stroke, but I fucked him back, grinding my hips against him in a lust-driven frenzy.

  He picked up the pace, pounding into me hard and fast, until the world around us disappeared. My whole being centered on his hot cock pistoning in and out of me, the long shaft of the tail fucking my virgin ass. I felt my climax building, and clenched around him.

  His body tensed. He let go of my tail, digging his fingers into my hips as he gave a powerful thrust, seating his cock balls-deep. I felt his hot cum spurting into me. To my shock, it triggered an instant orgasm like nothing I’d ever felt before. Powerful waves poured over me, leaving me trembling and gasping for breath.

  He removed the tail gently and I rolled over, ready to snuggle into his arms and tell him how great he was.

  He moved away immediately. Strode to the window and stood with his back to me. No tender caresses, no whispered endearments. That’s when I saw that the prick hadn’t even bothered to take off his loincloth before he fucked me.

  I didn’t expect declarations of love, but a ‘was it good for you too’ would have been nice. I rolled over and glared at him. “That’s it? That’s your Naxian mating ritual?”

  “You seemed to enjoy it,” he replied without even turning around.

  His calm response pissed me off even more, probably because it was true. I had enjoyed it. In fact, I’d never come so hard. But I was damned if I’d admit that to my arrogant mate. “You did an... adequate job.”

  I saw his shoulders stiffen. This alien was just like every other guy in that respect. No male likes to be told he’s a mediocre lover. He whirled around.

  “You weren’t satisfied?” He gave me a cold smile. “I was misled by those moans and cries you made as you ground your pussy against me.”

  “I’m a good actress. I did what I had to do to save the lives of my crew. I was ordered to mate with you. I figured pretending I liked it would get you off so the whole thing would be over with faster.”

  His eyes narrowed. I could tell I’d struck a nerve. “Very well, little tamina. We may be mates by command of the king, but I swear I’ll have you begging me for it before I ever fuck you again.”

  Chapter Six

  He walked out of the room after that last remark, calmly closing the door behind him. Totally ruining my exit. What good is slamming a door if there’s no one left in the room to hear it?

  I pulled myself together, went back to my own room, and dragged a bench in front of the door connecting our chambers to block it before throwing myself on the bed and giving way to gut-wrenching sobs. So much for wedding night fantasies. I’d just been wickedly aroused and brought to an earth-shattering climax by my new mate—who couldn’t stand to be near me a moment longer than he absolutely had to.

  Thus began our contest of wills. I’d awakened the wrath of the beast within him when I’d belittled his sexual prowess. Jalen was determined to break me, have me on my knees begging for his cock. I vowed it would never happen. I didn’t need sex so badly that I’d grovel before an arrogant prick, even if it had been the best sex of my life.

  I must have cried myself to sleep because the sun was already well over the mountaintops when a knock at the door woke me.

  Aya came in, carrying a tray she deposited on a low table near the bed. She dipped her head in greeting.

  “The prince requests your presence at twilight. You will dine with him.”

  I’d never heard so many words come out of her mouth at one time. “The prince requests my presence? Or demands it?”

  She looked flustered and I regretted giving her a snarky response. She’d never been anything but kind to me, and I guessed she’d struggled to find a tactful way to deliver the message he’d really sent.

  “Never mind answering that. Just tell me what I’m supposed to do until then. Pace the floor in this cage?”

  “No, my lady. You are free to explore the palace and grounds.”

  I hadn’t expected that. I was dying to explore the garden. I love growing things. Back home every windowsill in my apartment is crammed with plants. I’d always wanted a little plot of land where I could grow things, watching them flourish in the sun and rain, instead of struggling to survive in the artificial environment of the 237th floor.

  My face fell when I realized I had only one wardrobe option. “I can’t traipse around in that.” I pointed to the mating gown crumbled on the floor where I tossed it in the midst of my meltdown last night. “My ass peeks out with every step. And you took away my other clothes.”

  Aya made a choked-off noise that sounded suspiciously like laughter. She was so uptight all the time I’d been tempted more than once to have her turn around so I could see if she had the shaft of a tail stuck up her behind.

  She nodded. “I will bring garments.”

  As soon as she left, I wrapped myself in the coverlet off the bed and made a beeline for the food tray. I hadn’t eaten anything since the rana fruit and I was starving. She’d brought me a bowl of fruit in colors I’d never seen before. Bright orange berries, neon green chunks of melon, and wedges of something firm and fleshy in shocking pink. A second bowl held a creamy white substance like pudding or yogurt.

  I went straight for a steaming hot stack of pancake-shaped objects, picked one up, and bit into it. Not a pancake. It was more like flatbread. I stuck a finger into the white stuff, licked it, and nearly swooned. Rich and sweet. I had carbs, sugar, and fat. Now all I needed to sustain life indefinitely on this planet was a source of chocolate.

  I slathered the flatbread with pudding, topped it with fruit, and polished off every crumb. She’d brought a carafe with a steaming hot liquid too, and when I finished eating I poured myself a cup and curled up in one of the window seats. I took one sip and made a face. Could have used some sugar. Still it was warm and dark and reminded me of black coffee. Maybe I’d get lucky and there’d be caffeine in it.

  Aya returned before I even finished my drink, carrying an armload of garments. She must have raided every closet in the palace. She had on a yellow gown again but the ones she brought me were in a veritable rainbow of colors. I checked each one and was relieved to see they didn’t have any revealing slits up the back.

  There was a soft knock at the door and another of the temple maidens came in. I think it was Gera. I really needed to come up with one of those mnemonic devices. You know—Aya, yellow. Gera, green. She bowed her head, then scurried into the bathroom and started filling the tub. I could definitely get used to palace life.

  They wanted to bathe me, but I shooed them out. Aya looked so upset, I questioned her. “Will you get into trouble if you don’t?”

  She nodded. “We are here to serve you. If we are not performing our duties to your satisfaction, the High Priest will be displeased. He will punish us.”

  “Punish you? Just because I want some privacy? That’s ridiculous. I’ll
talk to him and explain.”

  She looked even more upset. “No. Please, my lady. You must not. You are not familiar with our ways. Females on Naxos obey.” Her voice dropped and she lowered her head, refusing to meet my eyes. “Not even the mate of the prince may challenge a command from a male.”

  “You’re kidding!” My voice rose. “You’re expected to be subservient to every male on the planet?”‘

  “It is our way.” She said it calmly, with no hint of anger or bitterness.

  Spending the rest of my life on this Garden of Eden suddenly lost its appeal. “I’ll be damned if I’m going to grovel before every arrogant Naxian with a dick.”

  Gera hadn’t said a word but she looked like she was about to burst into tears. I realized I was being an idiot. Ranting to these two wouldn’t change the culture of their world. All it would do was get them into trouble if I insisted on defying their customs. I needed to take up my issue with someone who had the power to actually change things. Like the future ruler. My mate.

  “How about this? You wait in the other room while I take a bath. Then you can come in and do my hair. I loved the way it looked when you styled it yesterday.”

  Their faces brightened.

  “No one needs to know. It will be our little secret.” I closed the door and leaned against it, trying to control the rage bubbling up inside me. Not only was I expected to obey the commands of my mate, I’d have to do the bidding of every male on the planet, including that snotty vizier.

  I stayed in the tub until I’d cooled down, using the time for a pep talk. You’re a military officer who has been captured by the enemy. Your job here isn’t to change their civilization. It’s to whore yourself out to the prince so his father will let the rest of your crew leave this planet and go back home. So get your game face on.

  I’d do what I had to do. Maybe I had to spend my nights with an arrogant prick, but there was nothing stopping me from squeezing out every drop of joy I could during the day. I pulled on a sky blue gown and opened the door to Aya and Gera. Today I’d surround myself with flowers.