Forced

by Daniella Wright

  My package was getting harder by the second as I filled up the exquisite wetness between her legs. Her bare, hairless mound was practically gushing with her erotic juices already. The sexy scent wafted up from below to my nostrils. I inhaled deeply as I continued to focus on her large, fleshy chest.

  I buried my head in between them right then wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me. My hips started to gyrate up and down to shove my thickness inside of her. She took a quick, deep breath reacting to the sudden change of pace.

  "Yesss!" She screamed.

  I lay back just then, grabbed her leg, and moved it to my other side effectively turning her around so that she was facing away from me. She leaned back getting into the move, her body stretching backward toward mine. Her beautiful, long hair hung down gently stroking my face as I held on to her hips and continued to plunge my hard staff into her honey pot. Her mound was so wet it wrapped around me as it slid down to the bottom.

  I sat up to get more leverage and to slightly change the movement and the sensation. I was now getting much more emphasis on the head of my tool, slipping it deeper inside of her.

  “Oh, right there!” She moaned. “That’s the spot!”

  I continued to follow her directions, enjoying every single moan and gasp as our lovemaking progressed. I could feel her insides tightening, squeezing my thick sword as I plunged it deeper and deeper into her wet caldron.

  I pushed her face forward until she was now facing down on the bed and I climbed up behind her in a modified doggy position. I held her face down on the bed just firm enough to keep her from moving to complete the dominating effect. She smiled as she tried to resist the movement, testing my control. Seeing that she was not getting free she knew that I was now in control of it all. I knew she loved it when I took total control during lovemaking.

  I slowly shoved my huge shaft deeply inside of her and pulled it out all the way, staring at the glistening wetness that encompassed my flesh and then shoving it hard back into her to repeat the cycle.

  Her moans were all the feedback I needed to know that she was enjoying this massively. I decided to up the ante of the domination and I delivered a hard open handed smack to her ass. She moaned loudly with total pleasure. I smacked her again, and again, each time increasing my thrusting power and timing it to coincide with the smack. I could feel her insides rattling up and down my shaft with the vibration of each slap.

  I grabbed her hair tightly to the root and tugged it until she started to gasp slightly, teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure, allowing the two to mix together.

  I changed it up just a bit right then. I drove my hard tool deep inside of her and held it at the end as if trying to probe deeper still. At the same time I delivered a hard smack to her behind while jerking on her hair slightly. The three combined elicited a loud of moan of total agony of pleasure.

  “Oh shit!” she cried out. “More… please…” she begged me as I waited. I loved to tease her so.

  I pulled her hair and leaned close to whisper in her ear. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

  “Oh, please… I’m so close… give it to me…”

  I was so turned on by her pleas. I smiled as I kissed her ear softly, nibbling on the lobe, my hard stalk still deep inside of her quivering mound.

  “You deserve to be punished,” I hissed.

  “Oh, yes. I’m so bad…”

  I decided to give her what she wanted just then. She was so waiting for it and I could feel myself getting so close to filling her with my hot juice.

  I plunged myself harder into her, again… and again… her moans getting louder each time, and each time I slapped her ass cheeks harder. They were turning red but she still cried out for more.

  I was about to blast inside of her and I wasn’t sure I could control myself much longer, so I was forced to pull back to regain my composure.

  As I held my glistening, wet, throbbing equipment in my hand I watched her sweet pool of sex, and it was turning me on more and more by the second. Watching the perfectly shaped clefts of her ass cheeks surrounding the hidden treasure of her body was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It turned me on more than I ever could have dreamed. Just a glimpse was enough to send me into hysterics of lust and desire that had to be satisfied.

  Above her juicy core was her tight rear hole. It was so beautiful, slightly less pink than its counterpart but nonetheless inviting.

  I couldn’t help myself as I watched it.

  I pressed my hard member back into her tight, wetness trying to go even deeper than before, but at the same time I allowed my finger to do some extra exploring, which caught her off guard at first, but it quickly heightened all the other sensations she was feeling.

  I pushed my first two fingers slowly inside of her backdoor.

  Her body jerked suddenly, surprised. At first, I thought she might reject this invitation, but she quickly began to encourage it.

  As I pumped Tarin with my thick tower my fingers were now moving deeper inside of her back entrance. It was tight and hot. I pushed inside of her and then all the way out again watching it open and close like a sheath for my flesh.

  I was holding on to Tarin’s shoulder with my other hand and she suddenly started to lick and suck on my fingers. Her hot mouth on my hands felt enticing and gave my mind fuel for other nasty thoughts that I enjoyed.

  I decided to take that as a signal and I pulled out of her slit and stepped out of the bed coming around to the edge of the bed where her face was now perfectly positioned. Before she realized it I was shoving all eight inches of myself into her tight, hot mouth.

  She accepted it eagerly inhaling me as far as she could, her teeth and lips wrapped around me tightly. She began to move her head up and down on my shaft quickly. I wasn't sure how long I could stand that before I would explode into her mouth, but I was determined to hold out for a while. I wanted to finish inside of her, but I desperately craved this sweet suction on my throbbing member. Her mouth was so good. She easily slid me past her tongue and into the opening of her tight throat.

  Her hot breath warmed up the already warm spit encasing my bulge in sweetness. I placed a hand on her head to slow her down slightly so that I could prolong the pleasure. She quickly adapted and began to tighten the suction and move slowly up and down. I felt my secret gland tightening and pumping my manly juices towards a dedicated purpose.

  She had such a tight suction on my member now that the sensation was beyond perfect. It was squeezing me so tightly and moving slowly up until her mouth reached the tip and then doubling the sucking sensation on the most sensitive spot of all and then plunging back down to engulf the full girth and length of the shaft.

  I knew I was going to finish soon.

  I pulled out of her mouth. I was throbbing and I thought for sure I was going to release my load right then. I took several deep breaths and calmed down, feeling the huge build-up that sought freedom. I was going to make it wait until just the perfect time. And when I did allow my bundle of total pleasure to come it would be beyond glorious.

  I spread Tarin’s legs and quickly buried my face in her juicy slit. My tongue sliced through the wet gap opening it, allowing it to suckle at the juices that poured from her like a fountain. The scent and the taste of her passion were overwhelming and I felt a head rush gushing through my mind like I had never known before, but I was too determined to bring her to fruition to care.

  I could feel her getting close. Her body tensed up waiting for the ending to arrive. Her breath was short and shallow, gasping as I lapped at her sweet nectar.

  She was so close…

  I quickly burrowed my body between her legs. My hard flesh sword found her wet sheath and slid in so easily. I began to pump her harder and harder, quicker and quicker. I wanted to come so badly… I could feel that she was almost there too. It was going to be any second. The pressure was so intense. It sent shockwaves of tingling throughout my entire manhood ending as butterflies in my
stomach. I was almost there…We were moving totally together now, her hips and my hips bucking hard against each other driving our groins together so tightly.

  And as our bodies began to move in sync up and down with each other the purest moment of true joy and happiness surged through my body. I felt like I might be broken by this soft woman on top of me. She could break me by the smallest thing. A concerned look, a stern tone in her voice, a disapproving word and I was ready to accept all of that and more.

  I thought about our children and who they would be. Would they be all human? Or would there still be a bit of The Other World inside of them?

  I supposed that was something we would work out when it finally happened.

  My whole body flexed, wrenching into the climax, releasing so deeply inside of her wet, tight, center.

  She gasped for breath and allowed her body to stop quivering before lying down on top of me.

  I closed my eyes and slept in total peace for perhaps the first time in my life.

  Trapped With A Monster

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  An Apocalypse Alien Romance

  Macie

  My name is Dr. Macie Larkson and I’m the only human left alive in my town. Because of our corrupt President making a stupid decision, Earth is now in all out war with a neighboring planet, Toria, and at the current moment, we’re losing the battle.

  Scared of being found, I spend my days hiding in an underground shelter below my clinic, alone, but safe. But that all changes when I fall for a Torian warrior. He’s bold, cocky, and drives me mad with both passion and anger. Only problem is, we’re enemies from two different worlds, literally.

  Xanrun

  I’m a Torian warrior who will stop at nothing until I have gained revenge on everyone who had a part in destroying my planet’s capital. But when I realize the errors of my people’s ways, I make a stand and find myself injured and near death. When my Angel finds me, I realize that revenge isn’t the only thing at stake now.

  Love is.

  But can a human and an alien truly find happiness during an invasion?

  * * *

  Chapter One

  (Macie)

  My name is Dr. Macie Larkson, I’m twenty-eight years old, and approximately two weeks ago, aliens invaded my planet. No, I’m serious. Actual, real-life aliens, only these aliens don’t look like the creatures you see on TV or in movies. No. These creatures look just like you or I—which makes them much worse than the monsters you see on TV. It’s near to impossible to know who is friend, and who is foe. The only real difference between our races is their eyes’ irises, which glow naturally.

  Well, natural for them. For us, it’s downright freaky.

  Before the invasion occurred, I was working in my clinic, and had over twenty employees. The neighborhood was thriving with business and there was people moving into the community daily, but now, I’m the only one alive in a five-mile radius.

  How’s that possible?

  Simple. I was very lucky that day. The clinic was closed on the day of the invasion, and I was cleaning the underground shelter Blake—my older brother—inhabited. Blake has schizophrenia, so when I bought this clinic a little over a year ago and found this underground shelter, I knew it’ll be perfect for my brother and I. Here, I could go to work without having to worry about Blake and if he had a meltdown, I was always close enough to aid him.

  But on the day our world was taken over, I convinced Blake to go into town to buy some more non-perishables and other miscellaneous supplies for the shelter—which truly wasn’t necessary, considering Blake had that place jammed packed with enough food and medical supplies for two people to survive underground for several months. But I requested he go anyway, as I did every couple of weeks, to make him leave the shelter so he could slowly conquer his fears of the outside world. He always thought something like an invasion would happen, but I never believed him, discounting his theories as nothing more than paranoia. Until his worst nightmare came to life within hours.

  Blake set a high-tech security system outside the clinic, so when the invasion occurred, the alarms alerted me about the danger that lurked just outside and all the safety locks secured the clinic, so no one could get in. I tried to leave the clinic, but when the alerts go off, no one, not even the person inside, could leave until the threat is gone. And when I glanced at the chaos outside, at all the people being killed by the glowing eyed monsters, I ran back to the shelter and locked myself in until the threat was gone from our area. I managed to search for survivors around several days later, but I found no one still alive.

  I looked at countless bodies, but I didn’t see my brother amongst them.

  Now Blake’s missing, probably dead, along with all the other people in our town, and I’m alone.

  And this all happened because one man thought he could rule the world by destroying another.

  Our country’s leader, President Trancy, declared war on a neighboring plant—Toria—without the approval of Congress, and that is what started this mess. We have known about planet Toria since 2060, about ten years ago, and President Trancy knew full well that we shouldn’t engage in violence with them—considering they’re technically more advanced than us and physically stronger—and yet, he gathered an army and sent them to Toria to destroy their capital.

  Not a week later, Torian warriors invaded Earth and now we’re in an all-out invasion.

  I eye the canned food, located on a metal rack near the far left side of the room, and tears form in my eyes. All the cans are neat and tidy, thanks to Blake’s extreme OCD, and the foods are all in alphabetical order. I haven’t eaten today, not feeling well, but I know I need to eat something. I also probably need to take some vitamin D, since I haven’t been outside in almost two weeks. It’s amazing to realize how many things a person takes for granted, such as standing outside in the sun, soaking up the warm heat.

  Shaking off my internal thoughts, I grab one of the various soups from the shelf, and then promptly drop it when I hear a loud crash upstairs in my clinic. I’m frozen in place, shaken to the core, and utterly terrified that the Torians finally found my secret shelter. And after several minutes have passed by, I gain enough courage to grab my pistol from the drawer next to Blake’s bed, climb up the ladder, open up the trap-door that connects the clinic to the underground shelter, and peek my head up to make sure no one is in the room in which the shelter is hidden under. When I hear no noises nearby, I climb up the last few steps of the ladder, climb out, and open the coat closet that hides the hidden trapdoor.

  CRASH!

  I jump up and make a tiny squeak. Covering my mouth, my eyes are wide with fear that they might have heard me, but the silence that follows tells me that they hadn’t. Taking deep, even breaths, I step out of the closet and creep up towards the door of the room and open it slowly. Once again, I poke my head out and look from left, to right, but I see no one and there’s no noise indicating where the crashes came from.

  I go left, which leads to the front of the clinic, and I grip my pistol in my hand harder. Although I’m terrified right now, the gun in my hand gives me a sense of calm and grounds me right now. I know a Torian warrior will have more advanced weaponry than I, but still, knowing I have some way of defending myself makes me feel less afraid.

  I know I should stay in the hidden shelter and lock myself in there until a few days have passed and I know for sure I was safe, but the possibility that Blake somehow made it back, safe and well, has my feet moving closer and closer into the unknown. Plus, I have a lot of equipment and medicine in this clinic that I would not want to see get into the hands of the Torians. I refuse to aid them in their quest for world destruction, and I’m willing to die fighting for my planet.

  But, hopefully, it won’t come to that.

  A moan comes from the front of the building and I know I’m getting closer to seeing if this person who broke in is friend, or foe. I reach my hand out to the door that connects the reception room up front
with the examination rooms in the back and quickly open the door.

  What I see isn’t what I expected.

  A man, with hair as dark as night, and skin as fair as the moon itself, lies on the marble ground of the clinic and his blood—which is coming mostly from his head—is turning the white titles on the ground crimson red. Besides his head injury, he has sustained quite a few deep cuts on his arms, hands, and face.

  His chest is moving, so I know he’s alive, but from the way his chest is moving up and down slowly, and his face is pinched with pain, I know he’s suffering right now and needs medical attention as soon as possible.

  I holster my gun and begin running around the clinic, grabbing things I need, while keeping an eye on the man on the floor to make sure he’s still breathing. Once I have everything, I drop down to my knees next to him and begin evaluating his wounds closer. Oddly enough, his head injury isn’t as bad as I assumed it was in the beginning, so I work on making the bleeding stop and then add stitches to his head. He doesn’t move, but his moans of agony are breaking my heart. I hate hurting him, but this needs to be done in order for him to live, so I push past my guilt and continue working on his injuries.

  When I’m done with his head, I go to the cuts on his face, cleaning them before I stitch the wounds together. His eyelashes flutter rapidly, but he doesn’t open his eyes. I study his face, my heart beginning to beat rapidly, and I’m embarrassed to say that I find myself attracted to this man, whom I don’t even knows name. He has the prettiest face I’ve ever seen, sweet while he sleeps, but his dark hair—that’s unruly and curly—adds a certain darkness to him. He’s wearing some sort of green uniform, so I’m assuming he’s a soldier who was injured protecting our planet. My left hand moves on it’s own accord, to cup his perfect face, but I quickly stop myself.