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

by Grace Goodwin

  Her nose wrinkled as she thought about the man. “Well, he was kind of gross. An asshole most of the time. And he was sexist, and he smelled...”

  “I meant describe his physical form, not his character or hygiene,” Kero interrupted. “What did he look like?”

  “Well, he’s got the two arms, two legs. His skin’s sort of... I don’t know. Scaly? I think it’s from the Jitter. It’s sort of, I don’t know, beige? His eyes are brown, or maybe green...”

  She seemed to have a very vague recollection of the captain she had clearly spent a great deal of time in close quarters with. Either she was utterly unobservant in every way, which he doubted, or she was hiding something from him. That seemed more likely.

  “How many does he have?”

  “How many what?”

  “Eyes.”

  “Two,” she said. “He just looks like a guy, you know? Like you look like a guy.”

  Kero stiffened. “He looks like me?”

  “No. Not as tall. He’s shorter than I am. He’s, I don’t know... stumpy? He doesn’t really have hair. It’s more like... fibers. They get really sweaty and he ties them back, which only makes them drip down his neck...” She gave a little shudder at the memory.

  Kero was starting to get a sense of what she was describing. “Are his eyes a little larger in his head than yours, his nose a little smaller? His arms much thinner than his lower limbs?”

  “Uh, I guess...” she shrugged. “I never spent that much time looking at him. He grossed me out.”

  “And I imagine you’ve never seen him without clothing.”

  “Uh, definitely not!” She scrunched her nose up and shook her head. “Why?”

  Kero was now certain that he had the smuggler in custody. The Tveri were not a handsome species in their base forms, but they had an incredible talent for camouflage to the extent that they could fool basic sensors. When they became one with their environments, they took on the temperature and even the basic physical construction of the elements they were copying. Ancient animals had similar abilities, though the Tveri evolution had enhanced them considerably. A long extinct insect considered to be an ancestor of the Tveri used to be able to make itself look like a stick, but a modern Tveri could make itself become the stick. That would account for the empty shuttle.

  “Nothing,” he said. “It is no matter at all.”

  “You’re lying to me. What’s going on? Why are you asking about Eudod? Did you find him?”

  She was quick, he gave her that. Humans might be simple, but her intellect did not lag in the least.

  “What if I had?”

  Her eyes flashed. “What are you going to do with him?”

  “The punishment for smuggling is a long sentence on a Kilvoy work colony,” he said. “If the subject is nonviolent and remorseful.”

  “And if they’re not?”

  “Then punishments... vary.” He gave her a keen look. “Are you concerned about your captain?”

  “Why should I care about him? He left me for you to find. He betrayed me.”

  “Perhaps you have some tender spot for him. Or some kind of lingering loyalty.”

  “Uhh... no. Definitely not.” She shook her head emphatically. “He didn’t know you were going to be... well, nice to me. He left me to be found by whoever. Anything could have happened to me. He didn’t care. So I hope you have caught him. Have you? Where is he? I want to tell that asshole what I think of him.”

  She pushed back the covers and made to get up, but Kero pushed her back down gently.

  “No,” he said. “You won’t see your erstwhile captain again. He’s in secure containment and I have no intention of releasing him so he can be berated. His kind are exceptionally talented escape artists. It makes them very effective smugglers. I can’t risk him getting out onto the ship and causing havoc. You can have your say when we dock at my base.”

  “That’s where we’re going now? A military base?”

  “All Kilvoy bases are military bases.”

  “When will we be there?”

  “In the next day or so,” he said. “I intend to make straight for the nearest station and turn your captain in.”

  “And me?”

  Her look of concern was adorable.

  “You, I intend to keep for my own, as I will all his cargo, minus a taxable rate.”

  “You’ll keep me for your own... like cargo,” she repeated his words with a definite sneer. “You really think you own me like an object, don’t you. I mean really. Do I have, you know, any say in this whatsoever?”

  Her temper had flared again. He was going to have to train that hot-headedness out of her. It was already beginning to grate on his nerves. However strange it might have been for her to find herself reclassified, it did not excuse temper tantrums.

  “No.”

  “Well, fuck you,” she swore, her blue eyes narrowing at him in a fit of temper. “I’m not going to be owned. Not by you. Not by anyone.”

  “I thought I explained your circumstances to you quite clearly yesterday,” Kero said, his brows drawing together as her behavior escalated past the point of excusable rudeness. “Humans are not accorded full rights in our territory.”

  “Then send me out of your territory and let me get on with it.”

  He entertained the thought for all of a second. Even if she hadn’t been just as complicit in criminal activity as her captain, he would not have released her into deep space. As resentful as she understandably was toward her captain, and even him, he doubted she would survive even a handful of months on her own.

  She was far too valuable. Far too fertile. She was a little chalice of potential life wandering among the stars and she would draw alien predators to her over and over again. She already had. She was lucky her captain had been able to resist the desire to sample the merchandise.

  “You’re very innocent,” he said. “You need to be protected.”

  “No, I don’t. I got all the way out here without being hurt, didn’t I?”

  “Only because your captain showed mercy and did not sell you the very moment he picked you up. I am not saying he is a good man. But your fate could have been much, much worse.”

  “Well, that doesn’t matter. I didn’t need him and I don’t need you. I can protect myself.”

  “No, you can’t.”

  “Of course I can, I...”

  It was time this girl learned a lesson about what she was capable of, and what he was capable of. Kero fixed his gaze on her and watched her mouth go slack. She slipped so neatly under his control it was incredible.

  “Stand up,” he ordered gently. “Get out of bed and turn around for me.”

  She did so without question, her pretty body bared to him as she emerged from the covers and displayed the fullness and beauty of her feminine curves.

  “Turn around, slowly,” he ordered, watching as her breasts left his view and her bottom was put on show, her form displayed so beautifully as she turned about with obedient grace. There was just one little problem. The moment her eyes left his, she snapped into rebellion.

  “Ugh! You’re such a...” She turned around, snarling at him, but as soon as her eyes caught his, she settled back down again. Kero smirked and stood up. He held her with his gaze as he disrobed, removing every piece of clothing that had protected her from him thus far.

  When he was naked he sat and spread his thighs, his cock already erect at the sight of his human toy.

  “Come closer,” he said. “Eyes on me, mouth on my cock.”

  She obeyed utterly compliantly. Sliding her naked form between his legs, she opened her mouth and took the head of his rod between her lips. Kero let out a soft sigh as he felt her delicious mouth start suckling on his cock, her tongue eagerly working at the sensitive underside of the thick head. It was a challenge for her to take him, but he intended to repeat the lesson she had already been taught in preparation for a much bigger one.

  “Work your lips all the way down the shaft
... good girl... take it nice and deep. All the way... that’s right...”

  Her eyes were locked on his, an adorable gaze of desire and submission and a little bit of her native rebellion, which only served to make the fact that his cock was seated down her throat all the hotter.

  Kero took her head in his hands and started to fuck her mouth with short strokes and then long ones, using her face as his personal cum receptacle. Her eyes never left his, not as he pounded into her soft, hot, wet interior, not even as he pushed his cock as deep as it would go, held it a moment and then withdrew, leaving her gasping for breath as his cock pulsed and thick streams of his seed spurted into her panting mouth and over her pouting lips.

  He had not come the first time he was inside her mouth and did not have much tolerance the second time. No matter. He was not done with her yet. Not by a mile, and she was about to make a new discovery. One that would certainly make her blush. Kero made sure not to break his gaze even for a second as he gave his next order.

  “Quack like a duck.”

  “What?”

  He chuckled, as confusion slipped over her features. She was already making the connection he intended her to make, even as his cum still coated her lips. She had not obeyed him. Of course she hadn’t. His gaze was not total mind control. It did not actually make her a slave to his will. It did something much more elegant.

  “That’s right, my little human toy. My gaze does not deprive you of your free will. It never has. It gives you permission to behave as you truly wish to. My will melds with yours, but I do not change who you are or what you really want to do at the very core of you.”

  He reached down, grasped a thick handful of her hair and pulled her up, his face inches from her cum-soaked skin.

  “You see, Trissa, you’re a fertile little female who craves one thing: to be controlled. Utterly and totally. You can’t admit that to yourself, but it’s true. And if I were to take you to the very edge of our territory right now and set you free, I do not think you would take one step back into the wilderness of space. You already know where your place is. Don’t you?”

  Her little nod was accompanied by an even smaller verbal response. “Yes, sir.”

  * * *

  Caught in the hottest blush she had ever experienced, Trissa squirmed in the alien’s grasp. His eyes were on hers, not commanding or controlling, but forcing her to admit what really lay at the very core of her desire. Of course she had known what could happen to a young woman without protection in the middle of deep space. On some level... she had wanted it. Wanted this.

  Kero slid back on the bed, keeping his scruffed grip in her hair as if she was nothing more than a naughty puppy as he eased her up and over his thighs again. This time she felt his bare cock pressing against her hip, the thick rod so close she could barely stand it. He’d fucked her mouth twice now. Why wouldn’t he just take her pussy? Did he not want her as much as she wanted him? How was he in such total control?

  He clamped her in place, his strong arm wrapping around her slender waist, pulling her snugly against his powerful body as his hand swept through the air and once more she found herself being spanked, his palm meeting her already sore bottom with hard, stern swats that made her yowl.

  “I will be a stern master for you, my naughty little human,” he growled. “I am not some academy instructor. I will not send you away when you disobey me. I will thrash you until you understand that there is only one path open to you, and that is obedience.”

  At his words, Trissa started to cry almost immediately. Not because of the pain in her ass. She could have withstood that stoically. She had come millions of miles across multiple galaxies to find a man like this, a man who somehow understood her better than anyone of her own species. He knew she was testing him with every little micro-rebellion, and he was not going to allow any of it.

  Tears ran down her cheeks, tears of release and catharsis as he whipped her. It hurt. A lot. His palm was slapping her sensitive skin with no regard for the previous spankings and the bolts of pure sensation bursting through her body were making every part of her tingle.

  Something else was happening too. The arousal that had been building with every thrust of his cock inside her mouth had not gone anywhere. With every smack her legs spread a little wider and her pussy ground against his leg, her clit pressing against the hard slab of muscle. She was rutting against him like a bitch in heat, being punished and pleasured at the same time.

  He let out a growl and she felt his fingers slide between her legs, finding her pussy and the slick flowing juices that coated her lips and her inner thighs. Again she was manhandled up from his lap, but this time he pulled her up against him, her legs straddling his, his cock pressed against her belly. It was so long she could hardly comprehend how it would ever fit inside her, but as he started to kiss her tears away, cradling her sore bottom in his big hands, she ground against the hard rod, her greedy little clit rubbing against his hot shaft.

  His eyes were on hers as he lifted her by her punished bottom and settled her over his cock, the tip of his thickness spreading her inner lips easily as he slowly let her sink down on him. She felt his control over her, her desire for him making her helpless to his will. Little by little, her tight inner walls gave way, her juices slicking his cock as she was slowly impaled, gasping and moaning, grasping at his shoulders as he kept hold of her bottom, making sure it was not too quick a descent.

  When the first thick inch was inside her, he stopped her motion and held her in place. No longer a virgin, but yet to fully feel what it was to truly be taken, she was held in limbo as he bounced her slowly up and down on the head of his cock, letting her feel it enter her and then leave her time and time again.

  “Naughty little human,” he purred against her mouth, kissing her over and over. She could taste her tears in the kiss, a reminder of how stern and strict he was. “You need this, don’t you. You need to have your virginal little slit spread open around a big cock. You need to be owned and punished and fucked.”

  “Yes...” She moaned the word into his mouth as he kissed her and let her sink another half inch or so, her pussy struggling to accommodate his girth. She felt her most inner places spreading for the alien, giving way to his will and his flesh. Again he held her still and stroked her up and down his shaft, her slick juices coating the path her pussy took, going no deeper than he had already gone.

  “Please,” she whimpered. “More...”

  She couldn’t stand it any longer. She needed to be fucked. Needed to be filled. She was his and she had to give herself to him completely.

  “More!” Her demand was strident.

  She knew instantly that she had made a mistake as his eyes met hers and his hands tightened on her hips and pulled her down. In a single second she was at the base of his cock, filled instantly to the very depths of her being. Her squeal trailed off into a whimper as she found herself totally wrapped around him, every inch of her pussy completely dominated by his hard alien flesh. Soft whimpers escaped her lips as she struggled to accommodate him, her inner walls protesting as they squeezed at his incredible girth. Tears sprang to her eyes, testament to the ache of her inner walls, but he did not let her rise.

  “Too much, too soon, little human,” he murmured against her mouth, holding her firmly in place. “You got greedy.”

  His kisses and lecture made her clit throb against the hard ridge of his abdominal plane. He pulled her up a little bit, relieving some of the pressure for a second before sliding her back down to impale her on the full length and girth of his cock. It wasn’t entirely comfortable. It was achy and stingy and she knew he was right. She had been greedy and now her pussy was stretched so wide she could barely take it.

  “Fuck yourself on me,” he commanded. “I want to feel you pleasure me with that greedy cunt.”

  She did as she was told, lifting her sore pussy up and sliding back down, every stroke making her ache both pleasurably and painfully.

  “Faster,”
he demanded with a swat to her hot bare bottom.

  Trissa yelped and rode him a little harder, gasping and whimpering as he made her impale herself on his cock time after time. When she slowed down, he slapped her bottom, reigniting the flames in her rear, punishing her for failing to please him. Her pussy truly was his, her body a sheath for his desire.

  He made her fuck herself hard on his cock, showing no mercy as his girth stretched her lips so wide they gripped his cock desperately with every stroke.

  But still it wasn’t enough. After several minutes of riding him, he took hold of her and pulled her off his rod. She had anticipated relief, but she felt empty and deprived as her stretched pussy was spun through the air with the rest of her and she landed on her hands and knees on the bed.

  “Now,” he said. “Let’s take this a little more slowly, shall we.”

  There was an echo. No. A double. One Kero in front of her, the other moving around behind her. Her heart beat faster as she realized how very much at his mercy she was now. One Kero was more than enough... two... she was not sure she could take two in any way.

  He caught her doubts—and her head, grasping a thick handful of hair to stop her from escaping the bed. She whimpered as he held her head in place and the other part of him moved around behind her to spread her thighs and look at her pussy. Her whimpered complaints were ignored, but he was gentle as he parted her outer lips and then her inner ones, exposing the aching inner channel.

  Kero started to fuck her mouth as, behind her, his cock slid into her pussy, spreading her lips slowly and patiently as she writhed beneath him. He moved his hips with powerful controlled motions, slipping the head of his thick rod in and out of the very entrance of her pussy over and over, going no deeper than an inch or two before drawing back out.

  “I am training you, my little toy,” he reminded her. “You will be taken according to my desire. My will.”

  Her whine earned her a hard slap to her bottom and a growl of censure. “Enough, or it will not be your pussy I satisfy myself with.”

  He pulled his cock out of her mouth.

  “Ask me for what you want. Nicely.”