Karak Invasion: An Alien Menage Sci-Fi Romance (Alien Shapeshifters Book 3)

by Ruby Ryan

  Their desire for me.

  The double-penetration stimulation had me breathless with pleasure, unable to draw any air into my lungs. Kerix's fingers on my waist tightened, and I felt him groaning in his chest, and Tyrix's lips on my nipple began to vibrate with equal ecstasy, and their cries of orgasm were like stereo speakers on either side of me as they shuddered and spasmed, cumming into both of my holes simultaneously, pumping me full of their hot cream, and I raked my fingers across Tyrix's shoulder as I savored their bliss.

  Kerix slumped over on me, wrapping his arms around in a bear hug. Tyrix panted underneath us both, a big smile on his face.

  "Oh my God," I said. "That was... wow."

  "It wasn't too much?"

  "No!" I blurted. "It was perfect. The right kind of intense." Hell, if anything it wasn't enough--they both came so quickly! Which was satisfying in its own way, but ohh I wanted more.

  I felt Kerix stiffen inside of me, then Tyrix.

  "How..." I whispered, which turned into a moan.

  Kerix squeezed both of my ass cheeks and began thrusting again, opening me wide for his huge cock. My ass took him easily, every inch as he buried it all the way inside.

  Tyrix got a silly look on his face. "I have an idea."

  "I think she'll like that too," Kerix said.

  "Mmm, like what?"

  Kerix wrapped me in a bear hug and pulled me off his brother. I yelped as he fell backwards onto the bed, his cock staying all the way inside my asshole, with me now laying on top of his body.

  Tyrix got off the ground, his magnificent dick glistening with earlier cum, and more on the way. Kerix pulled my legs back for him, opening my sex invitingly. Tyrix stepped forward, his cock finding my hole again, and then he fell on top of me.

  "Yes," I moaned, loving the sensation of their hot muscles smothering me from all sides. "Yes!"

  Tyrix began making love to me with deeper frenzy now that he was in control. Kerix's throbbing rod stayed all the way inside of me, but I could feel his pleasure in my mind, Tyrix's thrusts stimulating him through my inner walls. Tyrix's blond hair fell across my face, tickling me as I ran my hands over his back, allowing my body to roll like waves on the shore between them, cascading along with their strokes. Our three bodies were one, joined together in harmonic bliss while we groaned and screamed and wailed together.

  "I'm going to cum," Tyrix yelled, desperate and pained. "Oh fuck, Brandi, I'm going to cum so hard..."

  "Do it," I begged into his hair. "Cum for me! Cum deep inside of me!"

  "YES," Kerix hissed behind me. "Oh Brandi, your ass!"

  "COME FOR ME," I wailed, the last syllable turning into a scream as I felt Tyrix squeeze against me and push as deep as he could, rubbing hard against my walls, and then I felt his warm cum like hot massage oil inside of me. Kerix's own moan rose as he came with his brother, alternating spurts in both of my holes, filling me even more than they already had, and their combined lust and pleasure drove my ecstasy over the wall and then it was my voice overtaking theirs, the floor and ceiling of their bodies throwing me over the cliff of my orgasm, into an endless void where I floated weightless and felt nothing but warmth and electricity in my loins.

  24

  TYRIX

  She is ours now.

  I sent the thought to my Karak brother, and felt his immediate approval.

  I believe this is what love is.

  Indeed.

  We framed Brandi's nude body in the bed with our own, a tangle of legs and sheets. She was sleeping, though not deeply. I could feel her thoughts drifting, light dreams of flying our spacecraft and shooting down the Wolvae.

  I loved her then with an emotion that was a fire in my chest. She was a skillful pilot, a warrior by every definition of the word. She would put duty above all else, even her own safety.

  She was just like us, even though she was completely different.

  My human consciousness was a powerful thing in that moment. Dreams of emulating the traitor Arix forced their way into my head, and damned if I couldn't stop them. Running away with our human mate. Spending the rest of our lives sharing her sexually, and emotionally, and every other human way. We could be happy together.

  Happy. That's what I really felt. Happiness, both at completing our mission and finding her.

  There is a way, Kerix said.

  Oh?

  Indeed, he said. No matter what happens, I refuse to leave our mate. She is ours, and we are hers.

  I nodded with my head, which rubbed against Brandi's blond hair. In inhaled deeply of her scent, and decided that I didn't care about anything but her.

  25

  BRANDI

  I was having the most amazing dreams when they pulled me awake.

  "Brandi."

  "Hmm," I mumbled, savoring the feeling of warm muscle and flesh on either side of my body. We were spooning, with Tyrix pressed against my back and Kerix against my front. I moved my hand over his chest and pulled him tight.

  He kissed my hand and then left my embrace. I sighed at the terrible vacuum of space where his body had just been, and opened one eye.

  "What?"

  "It is time." He stood before me nude, like a Greek statue come to life. The faint cockpit light created shadows underneath his muscles, which made everything stand out in wonderful contrast. "We must go."

  An icy dagger stabbed me in the chest. No. No, no, no, they couldn't go, they were my men and I was theirs and they couldn't leave me, I would die if they did...

  But warmth and love poured from their minds, and it calmed me and let me know that everything was going to be okay.

  "We must go to your base," he clarified. "It is time to make official contact."

  I pushed up into a sitting position. "Well then. Now's when the fun begins."

  A slow smile rose on Kerix's face. "How about you drive?"

  "Drive?"

  He frowned. "I believe that is a human idiom that can mean one takes control of--"

  "Okay, I'll drive!" I quickly said, hopping out of bed with renewed energy. "Don't have to ask me twice."

  *

  Tyrix enabled the ship's radio receiver, and a flurry of chatter bombarded the cockpit through the speakers: commands relayed to fighter jets flying high overhead, ground teams searching the wreckage of the Wolvae ship. I winced at all the noise and gave Tyrix the special base command frequency, and the decryption code required.

  "You're connected," he said. "And our ship is invisible on the electromagnetic spectrum. Nobody will see us so long as we wish it."

  "Except for that faint shimmer in the air?" I asked.

  "Correct."

  "Fair enough," I muttered as I guided the ship off the ground and above the trees. I brought it around to a heading facing Mountain Home, cleared my throat, and then spoke.

  "This is Base Commander Brandi Forbes. Is my Executive Officer available?"

  "One moment, Commander," the Airmen on the line responded. He sounded surprised, but it was nothing like the tone in my XO's voice.

  "Lieutenant Colonel Forbes?" he asked, incredulous. "Is that you, sir?"

  "You bet it is."

  "How... where have you..."

  "Listen," I cut him off. "I'll explain it all soon. But for now I have some important instructions. The entire base is to hold fire for the next five minutes. I repeat, I am issuing a full stand down order. No matter what you see, no one is to fire their weapons."

  He spent three long seconds processing that request. "Copy that, sir."

  "And clear the runways during that time. No take-offs or landings."

  "Copy that order, sir."

  Thank God he trusted me. "Oh, and can you tell me which of the helicopter pads is presently free?" I could land anywhere there was a clearing, but it would feel more official if I landed somewhere an aircraft was supposed to land. This entire thing was going to be tough enough as it was.

  "Pads 3, 4, and 5 are all clear," my XO said.

  "Good. Keep p
ads 3 and 4 clear."

  My XO's voice changed as he dropped all formality and spoke in a whisper. "Brandi, what the hell is going on?"

  "Meet me at those pads and you'll find out." I began to end the conversation, then added, "Oh, hey. Those two Airmen who sounded the alarm last night? The false alarm? Bring them with you. They're gunna want to see this. Base Commander Forbes, out."

  Tyrix cut off the radio connection, and nodded to me in confirmation.

  The sun was dipping behind the mountains as we neared our destination, casting everything in a pale light. A wing of fighter jets patrolled the sky above, a reminder of how precarious the situation was right now. Even though I knew the ship was mostly invisible, it was unnerving flying the alien spacecraft into Mountain Home Air Force Base airspace. I could practically feel the missile batteries and anti-aircraft guns training on us, though of course they didn't. And then we were over the perimeter fence, and flying past the twin runways, and nearing the six-pack of helicopter landing pads with red X's in the center.

  I brought the aircraft down just as a cluster of officers came striding away from the base proper. My XO led the way on hesitant feet, obeying me but still wondering what was going on.

  "You're sure they won't go insane?" I asked.

  "I must admit our original calculations were not completely accurate," Kerix said. "Humans are a hardy and resilient species."

  "So is that a yes, you're sure?"

  "The probability of insanity upon such knowledge is a number greater than zero," Tyrix chimed in, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. "But extremely unlikely."

  "But we might want to wait before showing them the captured Wolvae," Kerix added. "One impossibility at a time."

  "Alright then. Let's go blow their minds."

  Kerix nodded, and then uncloaked the ship.

  Nothing changed from our perspective, but the cluster of Air Force officers lurched like they'd run into a brick wall. They gaped up at us like confused children, and one junior officer--Ramirez? I couldn't tell from up here--turned around and ran in the other direction.

  "Better get down their and ease their fears," I said.

  We strode down the ramp and around the side of the aircraft, me leading the way with my two Karak hunks following behind in their human bodies. Jets roared high overhead, and I could hear the distant THUMP THUMP THUMP of helicopters. They'd been busy with the Wolvae crash while we were laying low. I had a lot of work ahead of me to help them all understand what was going on.

  I strode toward the officers and stood with formal posture, which made them quickly stand at attention and salute. I returned their salute, then tried to put on as reassuring of a smile as I could.

  "Good evening," I said, addressing all eight of them. This was the end of a very long day, but it wasn't an ending at all. It was only the beginning. "We're going to need to go somewhere there are chairs, because you're going to want to be sitting down. I have some news."

  Epilogue

  BRANDI

  The hotel room office chair creaked as I leaned forward, raising my eyebrows at the camera on my laptop.

  "Commander, sir. You know that isn't possible."

  Base Commander Jonathan Elliot stared back at me on the screen, face furrowed with barely restrained disappointment. He sighed heavily, and then shook his head.

  "My base is the one holding these alien aircraft. I should be there giving the report to the Joint Chiefs."

  I tried to make my expression as regretful as possible. "I'm sorry sir, but it wasn't my decision. The Karak were insistent that I join them to represent the base."

  Commander Elliot looked like he wanted to argue more, but then his eyes left the screen. I heard his XO announce, "Sir, the first potential transfer is here for his interview."

  "Yes, of course. Give me one moment and then send him in." His eyes returned to the screen. "Very well, Lieutenant Colonel Forbes. I hope you will represent Mountain Home with pride."

  "Yes, sir," I said, ending the connection.

  I have to admit, I felt a pang of satisfaction that Elliot had to deal with those candidate interviews now. And to think I'd been excited about them only two weeks ago.

  A lot had happened since then. Mountain Home Air Force Base was in a permanent state of frenzy since the Karak craft landed--and since the Wolvae craft was recovered and returned to base. All non-essential communication had been removed from the base, and all Airmen were not allowed to leave under any circumstances. Somehow, the combination had kept news of the aliens under wraps.

  Now, the videos of the two aircraft dogfighting through downtown Boise had made quite a stir, and had attracted hundreds of UFO hunters--most of which came from some nearby town in Montana. But most people outside of Boise brushed them off as fake footage. Photoshop had eroded any trust the public has in video evidence these days.

  I wondered how long it would last. How would the country, hell, the world, react to learning about the Karak? Or the Wolvae? Or the supposedly thousands of other alien species under the protection of the Karak Dominion of Planets? I still struggled with it myself.

  The lone Wolvae who had escaped the crash was still somewhere out there, and 72 hours of non-stop searching hadn't turned up anything. That was something I worried about too.

  But more importantly, information from the Wolvae wreckage showed that the fleet was not planning on invading earth any time soon, and was in fact flying to some other distant corner of the Dominion. What the Karak would do with that knowledge was beyond me, but based on how Tyrix and Kerix spoke of the data, it was a tremendous success for them to have recovered it. Even now, two weeks later, I could feel their pride pulsing in their Karak consciousness whenever we were together.

  Now it was time for the larger part of the Karak mission: to make full contact with humans, and invite our planet into the Karak Dominion. Kerix and Tyrix had already met with leaders of our government at Mountain Home, but today was when we would make it all official. A meeting with the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and probably even the President himself. A plan for informing the public--and the world!--would be decided. Soon everyone would know.

  And I was at the center of it all.

  I'd expected my two Karak lovers to leave me and never be seen again, but instead they insisted that I accompany them to all formal meetings. It was no secret among Mountain Home and the rest of the command that I would be promoted to a new position: Special Liaison to Karak Affairs.

  And then I would be with my two Karak hunks forever.

  I rose from my chair and checked my uniform, ensuring everything was perfectly in place. Then I placed my Air Force side cap over my bun of blond hair, and strode from my room.

  The entire floor of the Washington, DC hotel was empty except for our two rooms. I strode two doors down to the one flanked by military police with assault rifles, nodded to them both, and knocked.

  Kerix opened the door the moment my knuckles rapped on the surface. It was still sometimes unnerving to know that they were in my head most of the time, but it had its conveniences too. Both he and Tyrix stood in the hotel room, wearing formal suits with blue ties. They were even more gorgeous in dress clothes than they were in jeans and T-shirts.

  "Come on in, Lieutenant Colonel Forbes," Kerix said with a too-serious face.

  The moment the door was closed behind me he broke down and giggled like a little boy. They were becoming more human the longer they stayed in these bodies, to the point that I sometimes had to remind myself they were aliens.

  I lunged into Kerix's body, kissing him hard on the lips. Then I broke away and stepped the three feet to Tyrix and did the same.

  "I missed you both," I said.

  Kerix cocked his head. "It's only been what, 12 hours since we saw you last night?"

  "Far too long." I let my hand touch his chest, which was solid underneath the shirt. "You two clean up nicely."

  "As do you." Tyrix looked me up and down as if it were the first time he'd seen m
e in my Air Force uniform. "Human military uniforms are wonderfully stylish."

  "It almost makes me wish we Karak wore clothes," Kerix added.

  "I think I prefer you two naked," I teased.

  A half-smile crawled onto Tyrix's face. "We can arrange that. We do have precisely 23 minutes until our motorcade leaves..."

  I snorted. "No way. Not after I spent all this time putting my uniform on."

  Kerix waved his hand in a gesture I'd come to recognize as him using his Karak abilities to shift-change matter. Atoms rearranged and disappeared, forming across the room on a clothes hanger: my entire Air Force uniform shifted into place. I blinked, then looked down at myself: I was now wearing only my panties and bra!

  I stood proudly, trying not to appear embarrassed, but what I really felt was a tingle of sexual desire in my loins.

  Kerix put his hands on me softly, touching my hip and ribs with warm hands. He leaned his head into me and kissed me passionately, a deep embrace that took the air from my lungs.

  I gasped when he finally pulled back. "What about the guards..." I whispered.

  Tyrix moved toward me, pulling me away from his brother. His blond hair was pulled back in a tight man-bun, with accentuated the lines of his cheeks and jaw. "We have created a shield of sound around the room. Nobody will hear a thing."

  "And we have already disabled the two radio-frequency listening devices we discovered in the room," Kerix added. "You humans are a suspicious species."

  "Hey, don't blame all of us for the actions of a small few," I said.

  Tyrix pulled me into a passionate kiss of his own, his right hand going to the place between my legs. I moaned into him as he rubbed my sex through my panties, the world dimming until all I could sense were his warm lips and the smell of peppermint and musk wafting off his warm body.

  His lips left mine and moved down to my neck. I craned my head back for him, eyes closed, and said, "It's not fair that I'm nude and you two are still dressed."