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

by Grace Goodwin

“And what did I specifically tell you was your only task?” he prompted.

  “To not get myself killed,” she replied.

  “You’ve been a very bad girl, which means you have to wear a plug in your bottom, stretching you wide open for me.”

  Lita waited for him to continue. Sure enough, some cold lubricant was smeared all over her rear, then something hard and unyielding pressed against her rosebud. It stretched her, wide, and she gasped at the intense pressure. Slowly, the plug made its way into her. When she thought she couldn’t take being opened any wider, it narrowed then found its place in her ass. She moaned as sharp shooting sensations traveled to her spine and made her shudder.

  “Now you have your bottom forced open for me, you’re going to keep that plug in for the next two hours, while we pack up this apartment ready to move to Saturn, then I’m going to take it out. If you don’t complain, you’ll get that good girl spanking after,” Sy rumbled. Lita nearly passed out from excitement. Sy put his arm under her middle and steadied her shoulders, helping her stand.

  “Get me that bag from the top shelf,” he told her. She glanced up; it had to be well over six feet in the air. Unsteadily, she lifted a leg and the plug in her ass shifted uncomfortably, sending fire through her body. She climbed onto the bed, then reached up for the leather rucksack, which she passed down to Sy. All the while, the large plug held her ass wide open, making strange sensations every time she moved her legs.

  For the next two hours, he had her stretching to reach things from tall shelves, bending to clean the skirting board, and twisting to move laundry into the machine. The whole time, the plug ate at her insides and made her ring of muscle burn.

  Sy seemed to delight in Lita’s discomfort, and when two hours were up, he sat down on the edge of the bed.

  “Over my knee, young lady,” he told her, and his thumb and forefinger encircled her wrist firmly, while he guided her over him. “I’m going to inspect that plug, now,” he told her. She felt his fingers turning the hard plastic this way and that, then he landed a stinging spank on her rear. The nerves lit up across the surface of the skin and she gasped as her bottom gulped around the plug. Her clit throbbed and sent sparks of need to her core.

  “You took your plug well. Good girl. I’m going to take it out so you can have your sexy spanking,” Sy growled, then Lita felt him tugging at the base of the plug, which pressed against her nerves in a new way as it gradually eased out of her. She moaned and writhed as he stretched her ass wide to take the plug out, then she gasped with relief as it was completely removed and her bottom hole closed around nothing.

  When his hand smacked against her waiting cheeks, the ripples spread to her recently used bottom hole and throughout her rounded haunches. She inhaled sharply, surprised as the bite of his hand almost immediately became a languid heat that pooled in her core, making her long for more.

  He swatted her again, taking his time between swats, and her clit swelled and throbbed with need. Lita became very aware of his presence beneath her. He began spanking her at a steady pace and she ground her hips against his thighs, wishing he would just take her already. The dazzling arousal traveled from her warm cheeks into her sex, and she moaned softly.

  “Please, Master,” she said, unable to hold back the title he didn’t want.

  “Yes?” he prompted.

  “I’d like to feel you inside me,” she moaned. He paused in his spanking and caressed her bottom, the gentle tingles an almost unbearable contrast to the swats of his hand.

  “Not yet, sweet one,” he replied in a low, gravelly voice that reverberated through her body, filling her with more lusty yearning.

  He swatted her again, harder this time, and it should have hurt, she reflected, but it didn’t. She bunched her hands into fists and squeezed them, hard, while she tried to get to grips with the strong sensations searing across her cheeks. From her slit, she felt wetness building, then, when he swatted her once more, the liquid trickled out, tickling her clit as it made its way to the floor. His next swat was almost her undoing. Her pussy clenched against nothing and she moaned with need.

  “You’re going to come from my spanking,” he told her.

  She writhed again. Coming would be good around now. The pressure within her was so great, she might explode any moment.

  “Please!” she begged, sure she couldn’t come from being spanked and desperate for some relief for her needy pussy. She wanted to feel his thick, heavy flesh pressing against the walls of her tunnel and awakening that incredible bundle of nerves buried deeply within her. He silenced her whines with a sharper swat.

  “Remember, Lita, I’m in control here,” he breathed. “I can make this spanking so intensely sensual that you will unravel beneath my hand, or I can make it so unbearably unpleasant that you scream and beg me for mercy. Mercy will not be forthcoming, should you choose to test me.”

  His words rendered her breathless for a moment, and when she recovered her senses, he chuckled.

  “That’s what I thought; you want to behave and find out how this ends,” he told her.

  After she remembered to inhale, she moaned once more. He landed another swat on her upturned moons and this one reverberated through her sit spot, sparking against her bottom hole and making her clit throb. She was so close, she could almost touch her climax. He swatted her again and again, while she squeezed her fists tightly, and then a flare of almost-pure ecstasy flashed in her core. The next time his hand connected with her rear, the same strong sensation coursed through her, for longer this time. With his free hand, he gripped the hair at the back of her head and tugged on it, forcing her head back. Then his lips were to her ear.

  “You’re mine,” he growled. “Come for me.”

  His hand landed on her ass again, and the dual pain-pleasure tipped her over the edge as his permission allowed her to let go and explode over his lap, biting her lip and making little contented noises as she tried her best not to scream from the intense contractions tearing through her womb and making her pussy tingle. She gasped for air as the climax went on and on, nails digging into her palms and teeth pressing against her lower lip.

  She tried to flop forward, but his hand still held her hair. She blinked a few times, stunned, as the orgasm began to fade and her whole body quivered with a series of strong aftershocks.

  “Good girl,” he breathed. “Now thank your master.”

  “Thank you, Master,” she said, her heart skipping a beat and eye lighting up as she said it.

  “It was my pleasure,” he replied. “Now on your knees and suck my cock.”

  Lita moved slowly, as if in a trance, but eventually sank to her knees and unfastened his pants. She opened her mouth and took his thick, hard member inside her, sucking hard and massaging his shaft with her tongue. The sensation of getting to serve him in this way after being allowed to call him Master was overwhelming, and soon Lita realized she was crying.

  Sy looked into her good eye and smiled softly.

  “You are a good girl, Lita. I want you to be my good girl,” he said, then he grabbed her head, thrust into her mouth several more times, and came in the back of her throat. The thick cum slid easily down and she swallowed it all, then he released her head.

  “Lick me clean,” he ordered. She put her tongue out and gently ran it over his still-hard cock, tasting the slightly bitter, salty cum on his tip as she obeyed his command.

  Epilogue

  Saturn was nice. The temperature on the surface wasn’t suitable for humans or Sy’s species, but Titan, one of Saturn’s moons, had been warmed using special geothermal technology that made it habitable and had also increased the gravity, although it was still colder than Earth or Mars.

  There were few humans out here, and Lita liked that. She hadn’t realized until she met more of Sy’s species that some of his tattoos were actually skin markings that his species possessed. They took a home in a nice district where there were plenty of good restaurants. The house was underground, anothe
r precaution against Titan’s cool climate, and it was accessible via a rounded door set into the side of a mountain. An entire town had been made the exact same way.

  In the traditional Saturn style, Lita and Sy’s home had a kitchen, a swimming pool with its own bathroom, and two sleeping areas. It was more than enough for both of them. She smiled at the idea of a new arrival. They hadn’t fallen pregnant yet, but the second bedroom was decorated with delicate mobiles, soft toys, and a tiny crib. Lita stood in the doorway dreaming about the day when she’d finally be able to put a tiny baby to sleep in that crib, and to gently read stories to them until they dreamed about growing up to marry a dragon. Not remembering her own childhood, she was a little fuzzy on what happened in fairy tales.

  She couldn’t linger long, however, for Sy had summoned her to the bedroom. That could only mean one thing. He had finished all the day’s work and it was time for them to make love. It was her favorite part of the day.

  Turning, she caught a glimpse of her reflection, and smiled at the transformation. All her implants were gone, now, and the doctors on Saturn had been able to regrow her stolen eye, so now two glimmering aquamarines looked back at her. Restored vision was probably the best gift Sy had ever given her. She should really try harder to please him, she reflected. He was a good man.

  Lita tentatively knocked on the door of the bedroom she shared with Sy.

  “Enter,” he told her.

  Her nipples hardened in anticipation as she walked through the door. He was seated at his transparent Lucite desk, working on some accounts. His hair had grown a little but otherwise he looked the same as the day she met him. Taking a deep breath, she crossed the room and stood before him. She stared pointedly at the black shimmering floor. Its muted rainbow colors put her in mind of an oil slick after the rain.

  “Look at me, young lady,” he told her. “I want to see those beautiful eyes of yours,” he added lustily. When he put it like that, she couldn’t refuse, so she gazed up and met his stare. Where her eyes were a delicate, pale blue, his were deeper. It took her breath away to know he was watching her right now.

  “What do you want me to do to you, Lita?” he asked. Often, he wanted her to practice saying aloud things that embarrassed her to articulate. It wasn’t humiliating to mention any number of sex acts, but she seriously struggled with a deep shame when he made her admit her own wants and needs.

  She tried to get out of answering. “Uh... stuff?”

  “Try again.” He wasn’t accepting anything vague today.

  Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and said, “I want you to fuck me in the ass, please.”

  When she opened her eyes, her face grew very warm and her eyes prickled with tears. She hated having to have an opinion.

  “Good girl.” He smiled down at her, and her heart leapt. “Bend over my desk.” He stood up and moved aside to give her room to obey him. When she did, he added, “Spread your legs and push your bottom high.”

  A thrill coursed through her pussy and she followed his commands. She decided that true love meant the only person who could make her crave anal sex, because she remembered hating it before she met Sy.

  One of his fingers circled her pussy. She had waited all day for this and now his touch filled her nerves with burning lust. He buried his thick digit deeply into her hungry channel, and she sighed contentedly. The sex was always good, but when he filled her ass, it was mind-shattering. The anticipation of his cock in her ass made her pussy spasm around his finger.

  He pumped his digit in and out of her slick tunnel, illuminating the little bundle of nerves in her g-spot, then he gently slid his finger out and cracked his other hand against her sit spot, hard. The pain was unexpected and the shock of it flooded her pussy with tingling heat. Without waiting, he parted her cheeks and pushed his wet finger against her rosebud. She moaned as she felt pressure against her tight opening. He pulled out a little, then pushed against her once more. The ring of muscle stretched almost unbearably. When Lita whimpered, Sy swatted her pussy with his free hand. The jolt of pleasure exploded in her womb and her whimpers turned to sighs as her ass relaxed a little more, allowing his finger to press deeply within her.

  He stroked her clit lightly, and a liquid heat radiated across her sex, driven by the sensations in her ass and her clit. Once she was mostly a puddle of goo, he began fucking her ass with his finger. The sensation was so good it almost hurt, and Lita cried out, half-moan, half-scream, while he worked on her tightest hole.

  By the time he paused, the constant sensual, searing glow had left Lita shaking, leaning heavily on the table beneath her for support. She gasped for air when his finger slid out, then gurgled with delight as the wide head of his cock demanded entry. Her opening tried to protest at first, but then her ass gave up pretending it didn’t want this, and it gently stretched to accommodate Sy. Slowly, he worked his tip into her bottom hole until it stretched her with his widest point. Then, he thrust into her and buried himself deeply.

  The ache was mouth-wateringly sexy, and Lita’s heart sublimated as she savored every inch of his thick, heavy cock. Her ass fizzed with the strong tingles, which burned with pleasure and made her clit throb. She almost forgot to brace herself against the table before he began to move. Luckily, she got her hands in place just in time to avoid being knocked over as he plunged into her again in a single stroke. There was no greater feeling than this, being fucked in the ass by the man that she loved, and she knew she would come very soon.

  He gripped her hips and seemed overtaken by a frenzy, fucking her hard. The hair around his cock chafed against the extremely sensitive skin of her bottom hole, but instead of being unpleasant, it added to her arousal. When his balls slapped into her clit, she shook, trying hard to resist her inevitable climax until she had permission. She wasn’t sure if he’d do anything about it if she came without his say-so, but it was a hang-up from being a slave and now she couldn’t come without hearing him tell her the magical words.

  She never asked until she thought he was close. If she timed it right, she knew his own climax would be even more intense. Being submissive through and through, she loved the idea that her orgasm could improve his own.

  Now, when he swatted her bottom and pounded her ass with his thick cock, she held her breath and tried to remember the alphabet backwards. She always got stuck on what came after T. Today was no exception, so her thoughts were swiftly dragged back to the present just in time to feel his lips brush against her ear.

  “Come, sweet one. Come with my cock in your ass,” Sy murmured, tickling her ear with his mouth. He caressed her clit. She moaned, shuddered, and shook, then she tumbled into the deliciously burning feelings as her ass clenched around his cock. The fire in her bottom and the creamy smooth glow from her clit combined, and her back arched as she exploded around his solid cock, screaming her release, while he gripped her hips harder and drove into her again and again.

  When her orgasm was at its strongest, she felt his cock quiver inside her, then he shot his essence deep within her ass. The tingle of his liquid inside her sent her spiraling deeper into the searing contortions of her own climax. Her voice was hoarse by the time the strong sensations started to fade. She flopped over the table and tried to breathe.

  He pulled out of her slowly, then he led her to the floor, where they sat down heavily and leaned against the bed for support.

  “You know,” he said at length, “that’s not the way to get pregnant.”

  “Oh, is that what we’re doing wrong? Guess we’d better try again, then,” she replied saucily.

  He drew her close to him in a strong hug that pressed her head against his muscular body, which still radiated heat.

  “Maybe later. First, I want to snuggle up with you like my life depends on it,” he growled hoarsely.

  “Mister Hard-As-Nails-Space-Biker-Alien-From-Mars wants to snuggle?” Lita giggled.

  “Miss Subbiest-Sub-Of-All-The-Subs is giving me attitude?” he retorted.
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  They collapsed into a comfortable heap of giggles and Lita decided that even though she still didn’t remember who she’d been before Croxden took her, she was absolutely certain she had never been happier in her entire life.

  The End

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  Doubly Dominant by Loki Renard

  Chapter One

  “They come in pairs.”

  Loud music provided a bass line for the captain’s droning.

  “What?” Trissa pulled the buds out of her ears. The rattle of the shuttle intruded again, as did Captain Eudod’s deeply uninteresting comments on life, the universe, and everything else.

  “The Kilvoy men. They come in pairs.”

  Trissa scratched her cheek and shrugged. “And I care because...”

  “Because we’re about to enter Kilvoy territory and if we run into any of their ships, we’re going to have to submit to an inspection. I don’t want you mouthing off to them like you do to me. They won’t find it funny. They have no sense of humor, Trissa. At all.”

  The young woman smirked at her captain, tossing her head so her red and gold hair flowed in a gentle cascade over her shoulder as she shrugged. “You’re the one who wanted to start smuggling,” she said. “It’s not my problem.”