Romance: Scifi Romance: Mated by the Alien (Abduction BWWM Paranormal Romance) (Interracial First Contact Space Romance)

by Linda Mathers

  He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. She watched his other hand adjust the large bulge in his pants and for a moment she wondered… stop it, stop acting like another one of his fucking washroom whores… she closed her eyes and counted softly to herself. One, two, three…

  Rocky unzipped his flight suit. “Here,” he offered, helping to guide her hand underneath his t-shirt and around his waist. Ester was now drunk on his pheromones, her head swimming with conflicting desires. Her fingertips brushed along the rough skin of his back as her hand went around him, finally settling on his hip.

  His penis bucked in his pants. It’s huge. He fiddled with it, trying to shift it into a comfortable position but he couldn’t. Flustered, he grew serious, turning to Ester and admitting, “I’m sorry, I’m really trying to control myself but I…” he paused, too worked up to complete a full sentence.

  “Do you smell that?” he asked, sniffing the air, his energy feeling wild to Ester. He’s getting off on his own pheromones. He’s like a junky going crazy for a hit. Sniffing the air, he pulled Ester against his muscular body and slid his hand over her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry, it’s not usually like this but I need…” his other hand pushed against his throbbing tool as Ester offered slight resistance to his groping. “… I think it’s the air, the crash, the adrenaline,” he met her eyes, “but I’m going crazy.” There was a desperate sadness behind his gaze and Ester knew he was telling the truth. This wasn’t just a ploy. “I need to come,” he told her, “I need to burn this out, ya know? Like almost medically.”

  She wasn’t sure what to say. She believed him. She was sympathetic but stood her ground. “No sex,” she told him, “you’re keeping that beast away from me.”

  He smiled and Ester felt something in her heart break and drift away. Tears. There were hints of tears in his dark eyes. “I know,” he told her, “I promise but I want…” he made sure she could understand his seriousness, “I need to do it. I’m going to do it myself, okay? I’ll turn away if you want but I…” he grunted and squeezed his cock hard… “I need to do it, I need to…” he pulled it out and began to rub it. He promised to turn away but he didn’t. Ester watched him frozen and silent.

  His penis was nine inches and thick. Dark brown and smooth with an even darker, bulbous head. He gripped the base of the shaft and began to give tiny strokes, tiny strokes, again and again and again.

  He looked into Ester’s eyes, traced her face down, her chin, her neck, the curve of her shoulders disappearing beneath her flight suit. “You’re beautiful,” he told her, stroking himself harder, “I want to fuck you, you know that, right?” She watched him masturbate, her heart beating fast, her breaths short with excitement.

  She squirmed a little, feeling herself get wet. She pressed her thighs together tight. “Just finish your business,” she said. His scent filled the air between them and Ester felt high. Just get it over with before…

  He grabbed the arm she had wrapped around his back and placed it on his thigh. He began to rub himself with it. She resisted, pulled it away, but he begged, “Please, you don’t have to touch my cock, I swear, but just touch me anywhere, my legs, my arms, I can do it faster if you help.” He shivered and stroked, “If you touch…” he mewled and glared at her, beating it, pounding it.

  Her brain swam in electric nectar. Floating radiant. Hypnotized by the feel of his leathery skin, by his low breathy moans, by his unashamed self-satisfaction. She watched how he worked his body, alternating between hard, fast strokes and softer, long strokes. Like a dream, Ester realized that she was touching him too, rubbing his thigh, moving her hand closer and closer to his shaft with each caress.

  Her other hand, much to her amazement, was on herself, rubbing her own wet mound. Her pants were unzipped, spread open like her legs, her fingers under her underwear, rubbing her clit, moving lightly over the curves of her slick lips.

  I want it… she watched Rocky with hunger in her eyes, watched him stroke his cock again and again, his other hand now inside her flight suit squeezing her breast… I want it inside…

  She plunged a finger inside, felt a shock release up her spine. “Fuck me,” she told him, “fuck me hard,” she moved her hand fast, peaking… “Fu…” she reached the edge and screamed, her body quivering and pressing against Rocky’s busy arm.

  Her orgasmic thrashing was the fuel Rocky needed to finish. He grabbed her shaking hands and gripped them around the middle of his cock, squeezing her hands in his. His head tilted back and he tensed a moment before releasing into the cool night air. Ester stroked him as he came, large jets shot to the stone and puddled. His cock bucked in her hands. She was amazed by its strength.

  She stroked until he could take it no longer, over-sensitive, tingling, the last of his spasms ebbing with each slow breath. She let him go and pulled up her panties. Holy… she pulled up her flight suit pants and zipped them… shit.

  Chapter 5

  The morning was quiet. Eating breakfast together, Ester and Rocky did their best to shake off the film coating their brains. The silence was awkward, something Ester recognized as unusual. We never get awkward, that’s the deal. One brain, one thought. That was their motto and their key to success in the cockpit. Two as one. There were no secrets and no possible actions that could break the sacred bond pilot and co-pilot shared.

  Today was different and it scared her. Even last night there was little conversation after they finished and dressed. No joking, only sparse small talk, keeping it light and comfortable. The air slowly cleared of Rocky’s concentrated pheromones and a relaxed, blissful haze had fallen over both of them.

  He held her close and kept her warm as he promised. Ester had dark, confusing dreams. Chased by shadowed creatures with teeth, running and then falling down, down, down… she woke three times in the night, startled by such harrowing visions.

  Each time she woke, she lay still, not wanting to wake her companion. Just let him sleep. I’m not ready to deal with this yet.

  Ester finished breakfast and realized she was still not ready to deal. Awkward. She glanced at him periodically as she ate and each time he was busted looking at her. Once she muttered, “What the fuck, man,” and dropped her eyes back to her meal pack. That was it. For the first time in the two years they had been working together she did not feel connected to him.

  How do I get that back? She didn’t know and couldn’t believe she was wasting time worrying about it when there were much more vital needs to be dealt with. Water reclamation had to begin, the protein fungus spores had to be planted and activated, survival had to begin with a vengeance.

  She poured the rest of her meal pack into her mouth and tossed the empty pouch on the ground. She stood and walked across the cave.

  “Where you going?” Rocky spoke up for the first time.

  “I need to check the area,” she told him, “If we’re going to set up camp for an extended time, we need to know what we have to work with.”

  Rocky set his meal pack down and wiped his chin, “Give me two minutes and I’ll come with you.”

  Come with me? She shuddered with uninvited memories of last night. She glanced over to where the product of Rocky’s orgasm remained puddled on the ground. “No thanks,” she said, perhaps too forcefully, “I just… I mean, I’m just going to do it. Okay?” She half-waited for a reply.

  “Okay, I’ll join y…” was all Rocky got out before she spun on her heels and walked toward the entrance to the cave.

  Rocky watched her become a silhouette in the glowing mist of morning light shining into the cave entrance. She was form only. Rocky traced the outline of her legs, round ass, soft breasts and slender neck. He felt a surge of blood shift his penis and he looked away quickly, fearing his biology had caused enough damage already

  Ester almost looked back a few times, but thought better of it. She knew she needed to talk to him but she had no idea what she needed to say. Later. Worry about it later. Ester decided the best cou
rse of action was action itself. To do something. To get her body and mind active and accomplish some task. It always works.

  Fortunately for her distracted mind there was no shortage of work to do. There was a long list of protocol procedures to implement, not to mention the simple, practical considerations of supplies and rations. With no idea where they had warped there was zero chance of knowing how long they were going to be here waiting for rescue. It could be weeks. Months. Years.

  Kneeling at the mouth of the cave, the morning wind rushed by her in gusts. Ester stared out at the desolate landscape. The rock formation they were huddled in was a solitary outcrop in the middle of a massive empty plain. Purplish and grey, the bruised horizon was pierced here and there by distant jagged mountains. There was one set of mountains that appeared close enough to walk to. We could make it there. A couple of days, tops.

  They would have to begin trying to locate their Stinger soon. She looked to the south, in the direction of the massive mountain range stretching into the distance. The ship went that way. Getting there and over the mountains was a daunting proposition. Ester’s estimate was a month or two of work to get to the other side.

  If they found their ship, maybe they could use the coordinate transponder. The transponder would send out signals, faster than light pulses of energy, on a communication band specifically calibrated for such signals. Theoretically, it was possible for EMD forces to pick up this signal anywhere in the universe. Practically, however, Ester knew it was just as possible and likely to find a needle in a planet-sized hay bail. Not great odds, but better than nothing.

  It was a lot to take in, the completeness of their predicament. We’re fucked. We went from easy street to shit alley in a couple heartbeats.

  Her mind struggled against her insistence on using it. It was overwhelmed, exhausted: Just let it go, Ester, just let it all go and go back in and curl up with that big, beautiful humanoid and let him make you forget all about it for awhile.

  Footsteps beside her drew her out of her dreamy fugue. Rocky. She turned, wanting to tell him she was sorry for letting things get awkward this morning. I was unprepared for how turned on you made me. I was just horny anyways, it’s been awhile since I’ve been fucked and you looked so good that I…

  She didn’t have the chance to say this. The footsteps were not Rocky’s.

  She screamed as the strange creature attacked, knocking her backwards by ramming her chest and shoulders with the hard, curved horns on top of its head.

  Ester slammed into the side of the cave and fell to the ground. The beast attacked again, snarling and gnashing long, sharp teeth at her face. Ester recoiled and punched at its eye. She missed, striking it in the temple instead. Her hand sank into thick, coarse fur.

  With a flick of its massive head, the creature scooped up Ester with its horns and tossed her away from the cave. She landed hard, face first, on the gravelly ground, skidding to a halt 20 meters away. The visor of her helmet was spider-webbed with tiny cracks. Useless. She couldn’t see out of it anymore.

  She removed her helmet and tossed it to the ground, ignoring the dust and grit blowing into her face. Gathering her wits in a few blinks of her eyes, Ester jumped to her feet and prepared to counter whatever came next.

  What the Jesus fuck…? The creature was large and grotesque. Some sort of bear-like ram-cat or a ram-cat-like bear. Either way, it was big, as were its teeth, horns and claws. It was covered in dense black fur and judging by the look in its eyes as it charged, it was hungry.

  She reached for her sidearm but her holster was empty. Shit. My gun. It was lying on the ground next to her pack. Inside the cave. Damn.

  The creature swung a heavy paw at her and she ducked, narrowly avoiding its reach. Ester scrambled back a couple of steps, further from its clawed grasp but further from the safety of the cave as well. She would lead it out and away, get the beast in the middle of the wide plain and the make a dash past it, sprint to the cave and hopefully get inside, warn Rocky, grab her gun and…

  She dodged another attack. Come on, baby, come on…

  She walked backwards, moving away from the cave, keeping her eyes on the monster in front of her. A little bit more, a little bit…

  The creature’s head suddenly burst open at the crown as several red blasts of energy tore through it. It fell to the ground and twitched, a pool of viscera forming around what remained of its smoldering skull.

  Rocky ran past the animal, sliding his laser pistol into its holster as he neared Ester. She smiled at him, wiping a trickle of blood from her lower lip. When he reached her, he grabbed her and pulled her into a big hug. “Are you okay?” There was panic in his voice. He inspected her, touching her short black hair, searching for further wounds or troubles that, thankfully, he did not find.

  Chapter 6

  In the days that followed, a comfortable routine developed. They did not talk about what happened that first night but they did loosen up and reconnect over menial labors and “household chores.”

  They skinned, cleaned and butchered the monster, which they finally classified as a “ram-cat-like bear.” Rocky cut it into filets, steaks and roasts. The thick fur hung drying and curing for later use, as did the bones.

  With no ship and no transponder, they had no way to find out where they were and no way to be found. A grim assessment that became grimmer when the size of the universe was calculated with the range of possible warp-jump coordinates. How long could they be looking for us before they have a chance of finding us? Near infinity days.

  She felt it hard the first day, planting protein fungus, organizing supplies, settling in, and she even cried a little on the second day. The third and fourth days were spent predominantly finishing up work on the water reclamation unit and working in unison with Rocky, both of them silent but content.

  By now, on the eighth day, their reality had been fully accepted by both of them. We are here for the long haul.

  That night, eating a juicy bear steak, skewered and roasting over the open nano-fire, Ester’s curiosity finally grew stronger than her denial. She asked, “So, that first night we landed, when you…” she mimed masturbation, “how much of that was just plain biological reaction and how much of if was because you have some deep-seated repressed creepy love stalker type thing for me?” She laughed and rotated the steak, playing it cool and unconcerned.

  Rocky chuckled. “And you want to know this because…?”

  Ester wasn’t sure now if she sounded as casual as she had hoped to. Her heart was pounding with anxiety. “Because I think you like me.” She paused and Rocky’s reaction was exactly as she expected it to be. A giant laugh. A genuine “guffaw.”

  The steak sizzled on the skewer as she turned it again. “I mean more than like me,” she said, challenging him with her raised eyebrows. “As in ‘I think Rustorhan Wenego has true feelings for Ester Rodriguez and I think he wants to…” she took the hot meat from the flames and blew softly on the end, “… do things with her’.”

  Rocky’s eyes shifted from amused and tired to amused and intrigued. He took the meat skewer she offered him, “You’ve never used my full name before.” He tore the steak in half and handed her a chunk.

  Ester took the meat and smiled. The answer to this will tell me everything I need to know. “Well,” she said, “it’s quite a mouthful.”

  Rocky started to reply but his quip stopped in his mouth. He gave her an odd look, noticing the mischievous gleam in her eyes. “Oh gods,” he said, leaning closer to her, “you want me to say it, don’t you?”

  She laughed and shook her head “no.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, pleased with her obvious lie. “You say whatever you were thinking.”

  He stood up, his crotch level with her head. He grabbed his long penis through his pants, “Speaking of mouthfuls.”

  They laughed together. That is exactly what she wanted to hear. She grabbed him by the leg and pulled him closer, placing her hand on where his had
been, “I thought you might say that.”

  His cock grew hard under her touch, pushing at the fabric of his pants. She unzipped them and eased it out, marveling at the size, the sleek beauty of his thick Falganian tool. She kissed it and licked it for a while, feeling it grow harder and hotter in her grip. The moment his member slid into her mouth he pulled her zipper down, almost tearing her flight suit in his passion-induced urgency. While she teased his penis, he clumsily tried to strip her clothes off.

  Finally, Rocky reached down and lifted her up. He stared into her eyes, her lips gleaming from the work they had been doing. “Take it all off,” he told her, gesturing to the flight suit still partially around her thighs.

  She was not shy. “Take yours off, too,” she commanded. Together they obeyed. It was cold in the cave but the bearskin over the entrance and the nano-fueled campfire made it comfortable enough.

  Rocky studied her body, absent-mindedly stroking himself as he did. She was beautiful. Dark Latina skin, rich brown eyes and cropped black hair. Her face was soft, her nose majestic. She was petite but not slight. Her body was strong, lithe and athletic. Round breasts and long legs, her vagina he knew glistening with moist desire.

  He reached for her, wrapping his arm around her and placing one perfect ass cheek in his large palm. She let him pull her to him, felt his member rub against her toned abdomen. There it is… his pheromones were releasing as his passion grew. She had been waiting for it, she realized. Ester felt her senses pirouette.

  She stared back at him. He’s beautiful. He’s perfect. His body was dark and strong; he looked to be carved from rich mahogany. His whole body was large, arms and legs muscular and solid, his torso sculpted. He ran his hands over her body, “Have you ever been with a Falgan before?”