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

by Grace Goodwin

  He was making her beg to be fucked, plead for his cock. It wasn’t fair.

  “Please... sir... please...” she whimpered.

  “More,” he said, his double sliding his cock from her pussy. She felt it leave her slick little hole and slide up an inch or two, pressing at her bottom.

  “Ask me to fuck this little hole.” His voice came doubled for a moment before the one behind her fell silent and all she could feel was a thick cock pressing at her bottom.

  “Not there...”

  He tipped her head up and looked down into her eyes, his gaze capturing her again, making her obey her truth and his desire.

  “Please, sir,” she heard herself say. “Fuck my bottom.”

  “Good girl,” he smiled.

  She let out a squeal as behind her, Kero’s double pushed forward. The thick head of his cock was hard enough to make the little muscle part, but it hurt enough to make her pull away from him with a genuine whimper.

  “You need a little preparation, don’t you,” Kero mused. “This hole is not as willing as the others.”

  Behind her, she felt him begin to apply a greasy substance to her bottom hole, a finger making an entrance without any ceremony at all. In an instant, the tight little ring that had always been hers was now his.

  “Please... look at me...” she begged. “Make this easier.”

  Kero smiled and she felt his gaze consume her again, warming her body, relaxing her muscles. Suddenly what had hurt was no longer as tense and as a result, not painful. Kero’s finger slid into her bottom with a generously lubricated wetness.

  “So tight and so hot,” he murmured from behind her. “You need your bottom fucked, don’t you. That’s what happens to girls who catch rides with smugglers. They are captured and fucked in every hole they have. You’re lucky both the cocks taking you belong to me. You could have ended up between a great many more.”

  Trissa moaned her reluctant agreement as waves of heat rushed over her body. She opened her mouth and Kero slid his cock back in, giving her something to suckle on as her ass was plundered from behind, a second finger joining the first as she was stretched in preparation of being fucked.

  When he was satisfied with how her ass was taking him, Kero slid his cock out of her mouth and moved to lie down on the bed, pulling her down on top of him. Once again, without any fanfare, he slipped his cock inside her pussy, claiming her aching sex without hesitation.

  He fucked her much more gently as behind her, his double parted her cheeks and she felt his cock poking at her bottom.

  “No,” she moaned softly. “I can’t...”

  “Shhhhh...” he soothed her. “You can.”

  His gaze locked on hers and she found herself slipping back into his will and her own, her desire becoming uppermost in her consciousness as the thick cock began to penetrate her bottom, moving in perfect concert with the cock already in her pussy. When Kero pulled out of her pussy, his double slid into her bottom. At first only an inch or two, making her wince and whimper, but over time as she was rewarded with one hot stroke inside her pussy, the second into her bottom became easier to take until she was no longer whimpering but moaning with pleasure as two cocks slid in and out in perfect concert, stretching her and pleasuring her.

  Kero and his double were working their way quickly toward climax, and so was she. From the moment she had felt herself fully captured by him, her tender frame caught between two powerful bodies driving hard cocks into her sensitive little holes, Trissa had been ready to come.

  It took their orgasms to trigger her, twin spurts of hot seed flooding her holes, soaking her bare pussy and coating the walls of her ass with the alien’s cum. She screamed as her clit was ground against Kero, her pussy and ass held in a muscular vise. She came so hard she could barely breathe, panting and wailing as her hips tried to grind but couldn’t.

  “Very good, Trissa,” Kero praised with breathless kisses. “Very, very good.”

  As she recovered, he and his double held her close, hugged her, kissed her, murmured nice words of praise. She lay in their arms, totally satisfied and utterly content. She would not have thought that there could be anything in the world that would draw her out of that state, but just as his double faded and left her alone with the singular Kero, a small anomaly in the room caught her eye.

  “When did you add that closet?”

  “What closet?”

  She pointed at the beautiful free-standing closet, intricately carved and oiled, standing against the wall looking as much a part of the room as anything else.

  “I never noticed it before,” she said, standing up to look at it more closely. She didn’t know why, but it drew her. Something about the carvings, they were very intricate and floral in nature, but she could have sworn that on the side facing the bed, the leaves and tendrils and petals were arranged in a way that looked very much like a face of sorts... a somewhat familiar face...

  “Get behind me,” Kero said, pulling her away from it.

  “Hey!” she complained as he tugged her away, his grip so tight she could not escape it.

  Kero grabbed his pad and deactivated the room. Everything slipped away and she found herself looking at the empty space again—except the closet was still there, one physical thing remaining as real as she was. Confused, she looked at Kero, but he was staring daggers at the furniture.

  “You’re caught, smuggler,” he growled. “Shift slowly.”

  “Actually, you’re the one who is caught,” the closet laughed as it became Eudod. He had two very large weapons, one in each hand, pointed at each of them. Trissa hid behind Kero, embarrassed at her nudity, and what Eudod must have seen in his form.

  “Drop that pad,” he said. “Or I shoot your little cock sleeve.”

  Kero’s jaw tightened as he did as he was told.

  “I know you’re thinking about doubling up on me. Don’t. In fact, why don’t you pull that little party trick now and put his hands up, along with yours. Do it. Now. Before I get bored and pull this trigger anyway.”

  “Eudod...” Trissa tried to intervene.

  “Shut up,” he snarled at her. “I’ve heard enough of your yapping to last me a lifetime. This Kilvoy had the right idea. A cock in your mouth to shut you up.”

  “Don’t speak to her like that,” Kero growled.

  “Or what? Get your double out now!” Eudod demanded.

  Trissa looked to her right and there Kero was again. Both versions of himself flanking her protectively so she could just barely see Eudod now for the wall of flesh they created between her and the smuggler.

  “What is this? Some kind of cuckold voyeur fetish of yours, smuggler?” Kero sounded remarkably calm given the circumstances. “You brought a human woman all this way to pretend to be furniture while someone else has his way with her?”

  “She was intended to be a distraction. A distraction you fell for,” Eudod snorted. “I wasn’t expecting you to break the seal on her quite so quickly, but no matter. I can sell her for almost as much broken in. She obviously likes being taken, and she wasn’t shy about giving herself to someone she barely knew. I think I’ll take her as my personal slave and sell her on a per use basis.”

  “You’re disgusting,” Trissa hissed.

  “So are you. Now come here,” Eudod replied. “Over here beside me.”

  “No!”

  “I can start shooting,” the little gremlin of a man suggested. “Will that persuade you to follow my order?”

  “Even you’re not dumb enough to do that,” she said. “If you shoot in here, the pulse could ricochet.”

  “Would you believe I’m willing to risk that?” Eudod smirked and pulled the trigger. A burst of energy landed at Kero’s feet, angled off toward the far wall, bounced back again toward the door, hit the frame, slung itself across the space between them and finally evaporated somewhere in the middle of thin air having discharged itself.

  Kero said nothing, but Trissa felt him stiffen with rage on both side
s of her.

  “Let the girl come here, Kilvoy,” Eudod said. “And I’ll let you have the pod when I take this ship. Make this any more difficult for me and I’ll push you out the airlock and leave you to suffocate in space.”

  “Ah, you’re taking my ship too, are you?”

  Trissa looked up at Kero and saw him just barely containing a smirk.

  “What? You thought I was going to leave you with this girl and my ship? No. After this little interlude I’m going to have a Kilvoy-rated freighter to run through this territory. None of your systems will detect me. I’ll rule this space, and all for the small price of pussy.” Eudod snorted. “I think I’d be doing you a favor by pushing you out the airlock. Your superiors are going to love to hear how you got your ship hijacked, aren’t they, Kilvoy. Are you sure you don’t want me to just shoot you now and save you the disgrace?”

  “Kind of you to offer, but I’d prefer to keep breathing,” Kero replied without missing a beat.

  * * *

  This smuggler was arrogant and, well, smug. He truly believed that he had pulled off his elaborate plan and that it was all over aside from the gloating. Kero relished proving him wrong.

  As the smuggler raised his guns again, Kero appeared behind him, a third version of his being projected around the short, dumpy creature attempting to hold them hostage.

  “Didn’t know I could do that, did you?” he growled in the smuggler’s ear.

  A second later, he found his arms wrapped around a small refrigeration unit.

  “Cut that out. It won’t work,” he growled at the fridge as his original form picked up the pad and created a net around the smuggler. “Now that you won’t get out of,” he said. “It’s Tveri-proof.”

  The smuggler took his Tveri form, forced out of hiding. He wasn’t done yet. He grabbed the net and tried to throw it off with a furious yell, but only succeeded in tangling himself all the more. When that didn’t work, he lashed out at Kero, attempting to punch him. That resulted in the smuggler falling to the floor, now thoroughly trussed in the net so tight that he could barely move.

  “To every hell with both of you,” Eudod shouted. “She’s a whore and you’re a bastard!”

  “You should have stayed in your escape pod,” Kero said. “It must have taken some smarts to break out of it and slither in here... how did you do it?”

  Though he was furious, Eudod smirked, unable to resist telling the tale of his own brilliance.

  “The moment you entered the pod, I took the form of your left boot. You wore me out of the containment bay, and carried me all the way here, then threw me down on the floor. If you hadn’t put on such an interesting show for me, I would have acted earlier,” he smirked. “I took the form of the closet to get a better view. My mistake.”

  “Your mistake indeed,” Kero growled, mentally kicking himself for not realizing what had happened. He had worn his quarry all the way into the bedroom! It could have been utterly disastrous. Still could be if he wasn’t careful.

  “You are going to spend the rest of this trip in that net,” he said. “And possibly, the rest of your life.”

  With that, he took Trissa by the hand and drew her from the room. The charged matter bay would be a perfect prison for Eudod. He programmed every surface to be formed from the Tveri-proof material, ensuring that there would be no more incidents of the kind.

  “Are you alright?” He turned his attention to her, worried that the entire episode might have been too traumatic for her sensitive human constitution. The guide had said humans could be very delicate when it came to shock.

  She was smiling at him.

  “That was amazing,” she grinned. “Though I kind of wish you’d kicked his ass.”

  “It would not have been a fair fight,” Kero replied. “I do not use unnecessary force.”

  “You’ve been more forceful with me than you were with him,” she pointed out with a little pout.

  “Would you believe me if I said it was because you’re far more trouble than he?”

  Trissa let out an all too delighted giggle. “I probably am,” she admitted, snuggling up to his naked form. “So...uhm...”

  “Yes?” He quirked a brow at her, sensing some mischief was already afoot.

  “There can be three of you?”

  “Only for very short periods of time. It takes a lot of energy.”

  “It’s kind of handy,” she mused.

  “It is?”

  “Sure,” Trissa winked. “Maybe next time you take me, my mouth won’t get lonely.”

  “Brat,” he laughed, kissing her passionately. “I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life training you.”

  The End

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  His Human Bride by Maria Monroe

  Chapter One

  Violet awoke to the sounds of Valria, her sister, flitting around the sleeping quarters they shared, the telltale whispering sound she made when nervous drawing Violet from a muddled dream. Her first instinct was to tell Valria to keep it down and let her get some more rest, but she sighed, rubbed her eyes, and sat up. Today was a big day for Valria. An unhappy, stressful, terrible day. And the least Violet could do was show support.

  Pale blue light shone in through the windows, the usual beautiful hues of sunrise on Ostara. The full purple second moon of their current orbital rotation hung in the sky, offset against the lighter background.

  As if waiting for Violet to awaken, Valria practically pounced on Violet’s bed and hugged her tight. Violet shivered at her sister’s cool skin—Ostarans’ body temperature was thirty degrees less than humans’—but sniffed in the sweetish salty scent of her coarse hair, wondering if this would be the last time they’d be close. They’d still see one another, of course. But not often. And Valria’s duties as the princess of Tethra would certainly change her.

  Violet bit her lip, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. Ostarans didn’t cry, and Violet, though human, had learned as a child to fight against this sign of weakness as much as she could.

  “I don’t want to do this.” Valria’s eyes were huge, white and blue orbs of swirling color, her voice sad as she spoke.

  “I know. I’m so sorry.” What else could Violet say? “But this is so important, to your family and to the entire planet.”

  “It’s your family too,” Valria reminded Violet, like always.

  “I’m going to miss you.” Violet took Valria’s webbed hand in her own.

  “I don’t want to go!” Valria’s voice became high-pitched, the way it always did when she was upset. “And do you know what’s worse, Violet? I don’t want to marry Prince Zor Maxis.” She said his name like a curse, like the forbidden words in the Ostaran language, the ones Violet and Valria heard only when the adults thought they weren’t listening. “It’s my eighteenth birthday! It’s supposed to be the best day in my life. And instead? My parents are giving me away to a... a brute. It’s not fair!”

  “It’s not.” Violet patted Valria’s hand, trying to comfort her. But she knew there was nothing she could say or do to make the situation any more palatable for her sister. When other Ostaran girls turned eighteen, they had big celebrations. Happy parties where they were given their free range license, allowing them for the first time ever to enter all sections of the planet, including the adult entertainment and edible neighborhoods, which was a rite of passage that excited all young Ostarans.

/>   “And he’s so... mean.” The colors in Valria’s eyes swirled quicker, their colors mixing around like paint. When she was upset, her eyes always gave her away, the hues and shades chasing each other like fish in a whirlpool.

  “The dictate is that he has to be gentle,” Violet said, reminding Valria that the interplanetary agreement between Valria’s parents, the king and queen of Ostara, and Prince Zor’s parents, the leaders of Tethra, was to be mutually beneficial. By marrying the two on Valria’s eighteenth birthday, the biggest alliance ever for Ostara would be created. It was essential and important, since their solar system had been plagued by threats and wars for years now. Finally, they would have peace and be protected.

  But it was not what Valria wanted. Violet knew that. She could understand why Valria shook with fear when she spoke about Zor. The few times Violet had seen him, she had to admit he filled her with fear.

  But the fear was mixed with something else, something she did not want to admit she felt. The truth was, she vividly recalled—often—certain details about the encounters she’d had with Prince Zor. Once, about a year ago, their families had shared a dinner. She’d been seated across from Zor and snuck a peek at him, just to look at his rock-solid jaw, those steely eyes that seemed to possess anything and everything with a mere glance. His thick black hair looked like it had the same texture as human hair, unlike the rubbery, tubular hair of the Ostarans. His body was strong; this was easy to see since Tethran men never wore shirts. Zor’s rippled chest was decorated with black stripes tattooed into his skin, each one representing a war victory. Zor had more than any other Tethran Violet had ever seen. Strength and power emanated from him.

  Was she so curious about him because physically he was much more similar to her, a human, than Ostarans were? Or was it something else?

  To her surprise, he was looking right back at her, gaze meeting dark gaze, making her breath stop short in her throat. She practically gasped as her nipples hardened and, between her legs, warm wetness surged.

  Was that a grin? As though he knew exactly the effect he had on her? She’d quickly turned away, embarrassed and horrified at her reaction. And yet... how difficult it was not to think about that, time and time again, especially at night when Valria was deep asleep and Violet could let her hand wander down her body, could caress her breasts, could imagine it was Zor’s fingers, not her own, exploring between her thighs.