Aeon Fugitive: Alien Menage Romance (Sensual Abduction Series Book 2)

by Amelia Wilson

  Gar moaned against the human girl's neck; or at least he did in this nighttime fantasy. His breath hot, groaning as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and pulled on him gently.

  “Too many clothes,” Gar complained, and Sarah laughed, letting go of his hard shaft, to slide down her pants. Gar leaned back, his thick, gray member jutting impressively from the opening of his pants, bobbing in the air, a slick spot of pre-cum shining on his bulbous head.

  They worked together to fully remove Sarah’s pants, and she pulled her shirt off as she spread her legs wider for Gar’s groping fingers. He slid one then two wide, calloused digits inside her body.

  Sarah moaned and thrust her hips slightly off the cot, squeezing around Gar’s fingers. Sarah devoured Gar’s mouth, as he thrust his fingers in and out of her body, preparing her for him. When Gar couldn’t contain himself any longer he pulled his hand away and moved over Sarah’s body, positioning himself between her thighs. Sarah watched between their bodies intently as Gar slid his hand around his shaft and stroked it up against her body. Her arousal coating the tip of his cock.

  Gar pushed the length of his manhood (or is that alienhood? In her dream, Sarah didn’t care) deep into her womanly recess, hitting all the right spots.

  Sarah moaned and Gar groaned deeply, as she squeezed her inner muscles around his thick shaft. He filled every inch of her snuggly. Sarah dug her fingers into Gar’s wide back, pulling him down fully atop her, so her breasts pressed against his chest, her hard nipples poking into his flesh.

  He rocked rhythmically atop her in the dream, and in reality where Sarah lay sleeping she moaned out loud; the sexual fantasy taking a hold of her actual body and causing her to grow moist.

  In and out, in and out, his rock hard member went, sliding along her sensitive walls, pushing against her G spot with each thrust, the wiry pubic hair on the alien’s crotch tickling her clitoris, helping send her closer and closer to climax within the dream.

  Then her climax was indeed upon her, rocking her body in the dream so much that Sarah woke suddenly, gasping for air. A pleasurable tingling emanating from her loins. She leaned back against her pillows, staring up at the ceiling and replaying the dream in her head. As she did, she slid a hand down the front of her pants, and she began to stimulate herself with her soft fingertips.

  When Sarah finished, she slowly drifted off back to sleep. When she next woke, sunlight was streaming in through her dirty window. She yawned and stretched her arms above her head as she remained laying down, and finally crawled from bed. She shivered as her feet bare landed on the cold stone floor. The window was near the top of the wall and if the young woman from Earth stood on her cot, she could just see out of it to look upon the strange alien city. Strange it was. There were vehicles but they floated some feet from the ground, as Sarah’s cell was on the first floor and looked out at street level. Aliens, which looked identical to Henry, walked along the side of the street. Sarah was surprised to see that the children of the species were covered in soft white feathers that reminded her of the down which covered baby birds.

  Sarah climbed off the cot and sat on the edge with a sigh. She traced a finger along the necklace from within her shirt, pulling it out so she could study it. To her eye, it looked like a simple crystal, but to the Aeon’s it was death. They were afraid of it, there could be no doubt about that, and they acted as if touching it would kill them. She wondered if she could use that to her advantage.

  Sarah knew that she had to get out of the cell. She couldn’t just wait for them to come kill her. If they were afraid of the necklace perhaps she could use that against them. When someone came into her cell to bring her water, or a meal, (unless they were planning on starving her to death) she could rush at them with the crystal in her hand. She wasn’t sure she wanted to attempt to kill anyone with it, because she was worried it wouldn’t actually kill them, and then they would know it. It was far better for them to think that it may. She could use that fear to her advantage.

  Some hours after she woke, food did finally come. The only problem was Henry or another Aeon did not show up with it. Instead, the door slid open just a foot, and a small robot, which rode on three wheels like a tricycle, came in bearing a tray of food and a cup of water on it.

  “Here you are,” the robot squeaked through a speaker in English, shocking Sarah because she had not actually heard any spoken words since being taken once more by the Aeon’s, as they only communicated with their minds.

  “Thank you,” Sarah said as a reflex, manners taught on her home planet; manners which seemed ill-suited on a planet where the dominant species planned to kill her.

  “You are welcome,” the robot said, almost pleased. “I will be here to serve you through the day. Take this button and press it if you would like to speak with me.” As Sarah watched, a small door on the side of the robot opened and a spindly arm, almost like a spider’s, came out, the end unfolded into three thin fingers which grasped a small silver square with a black button on top.

  Sarah took it, bent in a low bow, and took the offered food. She stared down at the food, recognizing it as a game bird which tasted rather close to turkey; she had tried on the ship the first time she had been abducted.

  “Please do not hesitate to call,” the robot said, and then it rolled out through the still open, but just barely, door. It closed quickly, trapping her completely once more.

  Sarah ate heartily, finding herself extremely hungry. She downed the water and then took the empty cup to the sink on the wall and filled it again. She ate the bird and mashed vegetable of some kind, particularly enjoying the gravy atop them. It was a light purple color and didn’t taste like anything she’d ever had on Earth. When she was done she set the plate aside and lay back on the cot.

  Were the Aeon’s afraid of her? She wondered over that for a moment. They had sent the robot instead of coming themselves; had they somehow guessed what she had planned?

  Sarah’s blood went cold and she cursed herself for being so stupid. Of course, they hadn’t guessed anything. They had known. The Aeon’s could read minds, and they had certainly read hers. There would be no escaping from the cell, for there was no planning. Anything she thought of, they would be able to anticipate and block. That realization was a sobering one, and frightening to boot. Sarah sighed and lay back down on her cot, unsure of what she was going to do.

  Chapter Four

  Gar and Adam could see the city stretched out beneath them, and it was certainly a far cry from the small town of huts and shacks they had come from. While not as advanced as the cities Gar was familiar with from his own planet, the buildings were impressive compared to huts, and the streets were paved in black tar.

  There was no mechanical craft on the streets, instead, everyone was riding carts drawn by four-legged creatures with broad backs and long, low heads. They had hooves, which had been outfitted with silver shoes, like a horseback on Earth (though Gar knew nothing of horses) and their steps clicked and clacked along the blacktop, echoing up to Gar and Adam’s vantage point.

  The two beings knelt on the rocky cliff edge to the south of the city. The ground beneath their feet was hard and dusty, and each time they moved they kicked up a gray cloud of the stuff, and had to shield their eyes and noses to keep from coughing and becoming irritated. When the dust got in their mouths it tasted chalky, and dried out their mouths so their tongues felt fuzzy. Gar worried there was some sort of mild irritant or poison, and he became very careful not to inhale any of the stuff.

  The city was situated in a valley, with a rise to the north and south. The buildings all looked to be made of brick, and none of them stretched higher than three floors. At the far northern end of the city was a long, low building, and Adam pointed it out.

  “That’s where the ships are kept. Primitive things, but they will get us to space,” Adam explained.

  Gar nodded. He was watching the alien beings on the streets. They were all dressed similarly, in dark color garments; whi
ch appeared to be similar to dresses, sleeves for the long arms, but then falling down past the legs. The aliens were clearly tall, much taller than Gar or Adam, and their heads were high and pointed. Their arms were so long their hands could touch the ground, even as they stood upright.

  Gar watched most walk that way; their palms flat upon the ground as they swung their lower half forward, since their legs were short and the steps they would take were practically nonexistent.

  “Weird,” Adam muttered, watching as well. “I never get used to seeing them.”

  Gar thought for a long while, searching for the correct English word. “Friend?” he asked.

  “No,” Adam said, shaking his head. “They don’t like to be disturbed. You notice how this city is alone in the jungle. There are others with the same species, but they do not intermingle. My home planet there was city after city, all connected by roads. Not here. If you’re born here, you stay here until you die. They do not like strangers.”

  “No see,” Gar said.

  “Right,” Adam nodded. “We should not be seen. If they see us, they will attack.”

  Gar nodded. “Fast,” he said.

  “Yes, let’s hurry,” Adam agreed. The two males of different species left their spot overlooking the city and hurried to a path, which carved a crooked line down the side of the cliff. They were exposed moving down the cliff and so they hurried to the bottom, coming up to the nearest building and crouching against the wall, straining their ears to see if an alarm had gone up by someone who might have spotted them on the path. Minutes passed and there was no commotion. They breathed a sigh of relief.

  “We stick to the edges of the city,” Adam said quietly. They could hear the hooves of the broad creatures pulling carts just around the corner from where they hid. “No sense in wearing hoods, we are so short we won’t be mistaken for them,” the human added, and Gar nodded. Slowly they got to work, darting from cover to cover along the edge of the building. It was slow going but worth it to avoid a fight. If someone saw them there would be no chance for the two to fight off a whole city.

  At the edge of one building, Gar held his hand up, stopping Adam. At the rear of the next building over, where they needed to go, a group of ten of the tall aliens milled about, working on building some wooden contraption. Adam crept forward to peek around Gar’s shoulder. He whispered, and Gar’s translator did its job.

  “Ah, they build boats for the lake nearby. This one looks to be a fisher boat. The arms you see there dip nets down for fish.”

  Gar nodded, not really interested in the lesson on the tall aliens culture. He only had one thing he was thinking of, and that was Sarah. The alien found himself thinking of the girl often, picturing her in his mind, reliving moments they had shared between them; conversations, love making, and everything in between.

  Sarah was truly beautiful, as different as she looked from the gray-skinned alien (though really, they hardly looked different at all) and she was better than him, kinder, gentler, smarter, and he was sure she made him a better being. He needed the girl in his life and he was going to do whatever it took to get her back. He wouldn’t accept anything else.

  “We go,” Gar said, and Adam understood. They didn’t have time to wait for these beings to finish their boat.

  “Yes,” Adam said. “We can go through the building instead,” he added, as he pointed towards a door on the side of the building. Gar considered it. He thought they might just be able to reach the door and make it inside without any of the tall aliens seeing them.

  “Go,” he said and darted out from his hidden spot. Gar reached the door with Adam on his heels. If the door was locked they were in trouble, they would be exposed to both the boat building creatures and the creatures moving past the side alley able to see them. Gar grabbed for the handle but found none. He panicked and then realized that it was further down, near the paved ground. Of course, the aliens hands hung to the ground, door handles would be further down than Gar was used to. He bent and tried the handle and the door swung open easily. They stepped inside and shut the door behind them without being seen.

  They were in some sort of metal shop. Wood was worked on out back, but here there was a constant whine of saws slicing through metal and sparks flying this way and that. Adam and Gar moved behind a small pile of heavy metal barrels.

  The factory the two new partners found themselves in was bustling with activity, and neither Gar nor Adam was sure they had made the right choice by coming through the door. How would they get across the wide room? Gar was nervous as he peeked around the barrels, but Adam seemed to be confident, and when he whispered for Gar to follow him and slipped out of their cover the gray-skinned alien was quick to do so.

  They darted from cover to cover, hiding behind large machinery here, or a massive wooden desk there. Gar glanced at the machines as they worked, and saw that they cut, folded and pieced together large slabs of metal sheeting, but he could not figure out what they were making. Adam seemed to read his mind while they were practically lying on the floor, using a low stack of metal scrap as a place to hide.

  “They make ships here. Small batches, well-crafted. These guys don’t go to space often themselves, but the crafts they make are considered luxury and go for high prices. This factory just makes the hull, they’re pieced together elsewhere.”

  Gar nodded. The door built into the wall on the opposite side of the one they had come in was just feet away.

  “Now,” Adam said, and he was up and running, hunched over, already reaching for the low doorknob. Gar was a step behind. The human reached the door and flung it open, and the two found themselves in dazzling light.

  Gar held a hand up to his brow, trying his best to block out the sun and that’s when he realized it wasn’t daylight which was so blinding. He shut his eyes and groped for Adam, and together they moved off to the side, finding wooden pallets to crouch behind.

  The light had come from a massive lamp; a headlight of sorts, which no doubt would be fitted onto a spacecraft. It had a clear lens on the front from which the light was emanating, and was otherwise cast in chrome. A thick power cable ran from the bottom of the light to a nearby power source; a squat gray box with switches along one side, which was whirring and jostling from side to side. Luckily it appeared as if whoever had been testing the light had slipped off, for no one was around. The area on the closest side of the wide factory was open, a concrete courtyard that had other large lights sitting in it. There were some of the tall aliens with the other lights, and once again Gar couldn’t believe their good luck to come out right next to the seemingly only light left alone.

  It was another tense operation of moving from spot to spot, but after nearly half an hour Adam and Gar had made their way across the courtyard and found themselves very close to the long, low building which Adam had indicated held a ship they could steal.

  There were massive doors on the building, which could slide open for ships to be pulled in and out, though Gar found himself hoping the roof could open as well for easy access to the sky and beyond. That way they wouldn’t need to taxi out into the open before taking off.

  A smaller door, still large compared to Adam or Gar since the aliens were double their height, lay near the corner of the building and they went for it, and found it locked.

  “Wait a moment,” Gar said, sliding his rifle from his shoulder. Adam tensed, thinking Gar was about to fire at the lock and bring the whole city down upon them but instead he turned the rifle around in his gray hands and pressed the butt of the gun up against the square padlock. With one quick jerk, he pulled the gun up and sent it crashing into the lock. The lock twisted but did not break and it took a few more hits to send it to the ground in two pieces.

  “That was loud,” Adam said, wondering if they should have just shot it and hurried on in for all the noise Gar had just made. They pushed the door open and stepped into the hanger, coming face-to-face with three of the tall aliens, all of whom held guns, all of which were p
ointed directly at the pair in the doorway.

  Chapter Five

  Finally, Henry came.

  Days had passed and Sarah had been surprised as she went to bed each night when Henry did not come to see her.

  The door slid open and the alien stepped inside quickly, and the door slammed shut behind him.

  Sarah was perched on the edge of her cot, eating some sort of breakfast meal made of eggs that were tinged almost the same blue as Henry’s skin and vegetables, which looked and tasted remarkably like potatoes.

  “Hello,” Henry said in greeting, his voice, as telepathic as it was, somehow tentative. The alien was right to be worried when Sarah looked to him nothing but anger and rage shone in her eyes.

  “Get out,” Sarah said. She had been waiting for him to appear just so she could rebuke him. She knew it and thought it might be petty, but now that the chance for her to do so had come she was keen to take it. “I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to talk to you.”

  “I was hoping that, with time, you would be able to speak with me. To ‘hear me out’ as they apparently say on your planet.”

  Sarah shuddered. She knew the alien knew phrases from her planet solely because he could invade her mind. It made her feel sick to her stomach.

  “Leave,” she said.

  “You are our captive. I do not have to do any such thing,” Henry said into her mind, more definitively.

  “Well, why don’t you just kill me and get it over with?” Sarah asked.

  “I wish things had been different,” Henry said. “I thought we had made a connection.”

  “We didn’t make a connection, you forced us to be connected.”

  Henry shook his head; a move he had picked up from reading Sarah’s mind during their first encounter. “I did no such thing. What we had was real. Whatever that Zaytarian told you, he is trying to turn you against us. Against me.”