My Alien's Baby

by Stasia Black

  My Alien’s Baby

  Draci Alien Romance

  Stasia Black

  Copyright © 2019 Stasia Black

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  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  Cover Design: Covers By Christian

  Contents

  1. Ana

  2. Ezo

  3. Ana

  4. Ezo

  5. Ana

  6. Ana

  7. Ezo

  8. Ana

  9. Ezo

  10. Ana

  11. Ezo

  12. Ana

  13. Ana

  14. Ezo

  15. Ana

  16. Ana

  17. Ezo

  18. Ana

  19. Ezo

  20. Ana

  21. Ana

  22. Ezo

  23. Ezo

  Epilogue

  About Stasia Black

  Also by Stasia Black

  Chapter One

  Ana

  I look around the empty airplane hangar. No sign of him yet.

  Just an old concrete floor and the huge rusting tin roof overhead. This place hasn’t been used in over fifty years.

  The Draci arranged for some tin roof paneling to be discreetly repaired so no satellite imagery would be able to see what occasionally lands here.

  Speaking of landings… I pull out my phone to check the time. It’s only two o’clock. Ezo’s not actually late. I’m just really early.

  I startle when the phone in my hand starts to ring.

  It’s Juliet. Shit.

  My thumb hovers over the ignore button. But what if she or her husband Shak has some information about the landing?

  I huff out a frustrated breath, then plaster a smile on my face and click answer.

  “Juliet, what’s up?” I ask in my cheeriest voice.

  “Hey Ana, I just wanted to check in. You know Shak and I would be there if we could, but I’m going to pop any day now, and Shak refuses to leave my side.”

  Juliet met her hot alien hybrid, Shak, and got knocked up by him a little over three and a half months ago. Apparently alien pregnancies go way faster than human ones, and Juliet is so preggers the last time I saw her, I’d have sworn she was in her last trimester carrying triplets. And that was two weeks ago.

  But since this is the first human/Draci pregnancy, no one really has any idea how it’s all going to go down. But according to the best medical minds, both human and Draci, baby Thrax is thriving and healthy and, according to Juliet, very rambunctious and ready to come out.

  “It’s not a problem,” I reassure Juliet for the hundredth time.

  “You sure you’re okay introducing him to the women? And you’ve vetted them, right? I mean, I saw the private investigator reports and I know they look okay on paper. But you’ve spent time with them to make sure they aren’t…you know…nuts?”

  “They are all fine,” I say in my most comforting voice. “Only three made the final cut and Ezo will have his pick.”

  It was decided that it wouldn’t be fair for Ezo, a Draci alien like Juliet’s husband, to just go out and try to knock up any random woman, not considering what the consequences are. The aliens didn’t know when they first came to this planet to breed with human women so they might save their race—which had become infertile due to centuries of genetic manipulation—that pregnancies would alter the human mothers.

  Like, seriously alter.

  As in, now my BFF Juliet has effing wings popping out of her back and protective golden scales covering portions of her body.

  So yeah. We all decided that the Draci should only get with women who were down with that kind of thing.

  “Where did you find these women again?” Juliet asks even though I’ve answered this question many times before, too.

  “They’re chicks I’ve known forever. We meet up sometimes to play geeky video games and talk about conspiracy theories. Look, can you just trust me on this? I know I don’t have Giselle’s shining social skills or whatever but I promise you, I got this.”

  Giselle is our other best friend who’s always beautiful and put together. She’s the society girl who went to an Ivy League college and volunteers for charity and all that kind of shit. Just like my sister, except I actually like Giselle.

  “I’m sorry,” Juliet rushes to say. “I didn’t mean for you to feel like I don’t trust you with this. Because I do. Okay, I’ll stop bugging you. Just text when he gets in and I’ll see you later when you guys come by. Happy matchmaking!”

  With that she hangs up and shit. Now I feel guilty.

  Because I’m lying to my best friend.

  There are no other women here.

  There’s just me.

  A ripple in the air right outside the hangar catches my attention. Dust and gravel kick up and I hear the slightest purr of an engine. The shuttle is landing, it’s clear from everything around it even if I can’t see the shuttle itself. Apparently cloaking technology is a real thing, not just the stuff of sci-fi dreams anymore.

  Shit. This is really happening.

  I turn my back on the shuttle and bite my lip.

  Am I doing this? Then I nod hard. Yes, I’m fucking doing this. I’ve spent my entire life fading into the background. Being the third wheel. The less pretty and less accomplished sister.

  Still with my back turned to the shuttle, I lift the hem of my dress and dip my fingers inside my sex. I’ve been doing this on and off all morning.

  Juliet said Shak scented her the very first time they met and God knows I need all the help I can get.

  Once my fingers are nice and moist, I pull my hand away, drop my dress, turn around, and stride as confidently as I can manage towards where I think the shuttle is.

  When I’m only halfway there, a door opens in the middle of nowhere and a man steps out.

  Holy shit.

  I was hoping he’d be handsome but dear God. He’s so good looking that I almost turn and run for my car.

  Don’t be a coward!

  My new mantra in life. So I square my shoulders, plaster on a smile, and walk over to the man.

  “Hi.” I hold out my hand to shake and it only trembles a little. “I’m Ana, your mate.”

  Chapter Two

  Ezo

  The human female—Ana—extends her hand to me. I look at it uncertainly and then glance back up to her friendly eyes.

  She is an exquisitely beautiful, delicate thing. And so colorful. I have not seen so much color since the sunsets on Draci and that was more than a hundred and fifty years ago. Her hair is pink and the single piece of cloth covering both her chest and legs down to her knees is a bright turquoise. There are colorful pictures on her skin and she wears face paint that accentuates her large eyes and plump, pink lips.

  I look back to the hand she has extended my way. She did say she is my mate. This is all moving a little more quickly than I expected but I am happy to scent her if she is offering.

  I take her hand and lift it to my mouth.

  Then I extend my tongue and take a leisurely lick across her knuckles and then, bending and unfurling her fingers, I lick up along the intricate lines of her palm.

  “Oh!” she gasps as her scent overloads my senses.

  Female and sex and everything flowery and more sex. My eyes spring open wide as I look back to her
face.

  She seems just as startled as I feel.

  I let go of her hand and take a step back. “Was I not supposed to do that?”

  “Oh,” she says again, still breathing rapidly. “No, that was fine. It was good, I mean. I say let’s get on with the mating. Because that’s what you’re here to do, right? Get the Earth female pregnant? Well, here I am.” She laughs and shakes her hands back and forth like I have seen some of the entertainers do on the videos we gathered to study the planet.

  She’s sensible in addition to beautiful. I nod. “Yes. Let us mate so I can get you pregnant.”

  Her whole face brightens. “Great. How about inside your shuttle?”

  I blink in surprise. It had been my understanding that human females were difficult to court and that persuading one to undergo the process of transformation that Shak’s mate did might be a long and delicate undertaking.

  But this female seems as enthusiastic as I am. And when I scent the air every few seconds, her arousal smell is still thick in the air.

  She is ready for mating and she is ready now.

  “My shuttle is cramped. We could go to a secondary location.” My voice comes out slightly strained because though I know I should be more patient, my double penises have descended at her scent. I imagine stripping off her strange coverings and exploring her right here on the floor. The thought hardens my shafts even more.

  But her eyes only widen in alarm at my suggestion and she says, “No!” before reaching out and grasping my hand in hers.

  She is so soft. Like the petals of a flower.

  But then she tugs on my hand and pulls me back towards the shuttle.

  I press my hand to the plasma reader beside the door. It scans me and then the door swiftly opens. Ana squeezes my hand and when I glance over at her, she looks delighted.

  “I’ve always dreamed about what an alien spaceship might look like,” she breathes out in wonder.

  “Then dream no more,” I smile, using our hand bond to pull her aboard.

  Once inside, she twirls as if trying to take in everything at once.

  “It’s so sleek,” she whispers, running her hand over the pyrthithium interior. Then she hurries over to the console where she looks at the plasma panel in wide-eyed wonder. She looks but does not touch what she does not understand.

  She is curious but smart. My chest puffs out. I have a beautiful, intelligent, curious mate. I prayed for good Fortune from the ancients but this is turning out better than I even could have imagined.

  I think she will ask me more about the shuttle, or ‘spacecraft’ as she called it, but when she looks over her shoulder and sees me watching her, her expression changes.

  Her smile drops. Did I do something to upset her? But the next moment she pulls her body coverings off over her head in one swift movement.

  She wears nothing underneath, now completely bared to me.

  I gulp as my erections strain the fabric of my own body coverings. I wore them because Shak insisted they are a necessity here on Earth. But if my mate can shuck hers so easily, then surely I can too.

  It takes me a bit longer because the bindings are unfamiliar to me, but I finally manage to get my shirt off over my head and also to take my pants off. I have been studying Earth vocabulary diligently.

  Ana’s eyes go wide as soon as my pants drop to the shuttle floor.

  I pause, my stomach tightening. Does she not like what she sees? “Have I done something incorrectly?”

  “No, no,” Ana says, taking a step towards me. Her eyes are on my erections. “They told me to prepare for—” She blinks rapidly. “I just didn’t think—”

  She lets out a short breath and then a laugh before holding out her hand towards me again. “Why don’t you come over here? Have a seat in the captain’s chair.”

  I wish she would have finished her sentences. What did they tell her to prepare for? What did she not think? What did she think? What does she think now that she has met me?

  She is being very kind but I don’t want just kindness. I want a place to finally belong.

  What better way to start than with a family, though? And if I am going to get to know my mate, surely the actual act of mating is a good place to start.

  So I do as she asks, even if I find her request a bit puzzling. I sit in the captain’s chair.

  Ana licks her lips as she looks me up and down. At first I think she is scenting me in return, then I remember that human tongues are not like ours. They use their noses to smell, not their tongues. It seems like a sad way to go through life, but I guess she’s never known anything different.

  “I’m glad your captain’s chair doesn’t have any armrests,” she says.

  Why—?

  But then she begins to climb on top of me, straddling my legs, and any other thought is gone as soon as her skin touches mine.

  Her small hands grip my shoulders and her scent blasts me more powerfully than ever as she spreads her thighs to straddle mine. I look down between us, past the lush teats Shak told me to expect and down to where my two shafts now brush against her gleaming sex.

  The female must be wet before you penetrate her, Shak said.

  Okay. I don’t want to screw this up. I reach a hand down and touch her soft, alien folds. My hand comes away dripping.

  I can’t help popping the finger in my mouth. It’s just instinctual. And holy ancients— Her scent punches me a thousand times harder. I groan as nerves I didn’t know I even had light up in arousal.

  Fuck her.

  Fuck her now.

  Fuck her fuck her fuck her—it’s a sudden pounding chorus in my head.

  My hips lift all but of their own accord and I slide my bottom shaft against her slick heat. More than anything, I want to press inside. But Shak warned me to go slow. He warned me to see to the female’s pleasure first. Always first.

  But when I try to reach my hand down to explore further and discover her pleasure button, she grabs my wrists and holds them to my side.

  I could easily break out of her grasp but I don’t, fascinated. Especially when she then reaches down between us.

  Her small fingers grip my primary erection and I jolt at the contact. Oh ancients— She strokes it firmly. I suck in a deep breath, feeling like I might pass out from the touch of her hand alone.

  I only recently stopped taking the suppression supplements and I’d forgotten what it feels like to burn with passion.

  My stomach flexes as she continues to rub her hand up and down.

  Fuck. Fuck. It’s the filthiest word in both of our languages and as I whisper it in my mind, I imagine flipping this little human around and rutting into her from behind, hard and deep. I have only barely glimpsed her ass, but the thought of watching my thick shaft plunge into her—

  We are still face to face, though, when she grasps my erection and rubs it up and down her wet slit…and then begins to feed me inside herself.

  I gasp, both from the sensation and because I didn’t know it could be done this way. Face to face. Shak neglected to mention that in his tutorials.

  And oh— A shutter works its way down my spine as she sinks down on my erection.

  Tight. She’s so tight. And hot and wet, suctioning around me— And because we are face-to-face, I can look straight into her warm, brown eyes the whole time.

  Only moments after our bodies connect, I start to feel it—the last part that Shak did warn me about. The sacred connection.

  I laughed when he used that phrase. But now, feeling it, there can be no other words.

  I can feel my mate, a stranger to me only five minutes ago, so deeply. My shaft is buried deep in her but I’m inside her mind as well.

  She has so many hopes and dreams as she clenches around me. I feel them through a heavy fog, only vague impressions, but the sheer desire coming from her… I can barely breathe but for the onslaught. And Shak promised the longer I spend with my mate, the clearer it will become.

  And while I can’t see or h
ear her exact thoughts, I feel how much my mate has wanted this. But I also feel her surprise. She’s shocked at how good it is. She was anxious and afraid about meeting me. But I’m better than she expected.

  I wrap my arms around her and hold her tighter to me as she sinks down the last inch on my erection.

  Because I’m so close with her, I feel the flash of pain go through her. She’s never been with anyone as big as me. But she’s still excited. I feel that clearly above everything else.

  Is she seeing into me, too? I want her to see only good things. But I’m feeling only good things, so I concentrate on that, hoping to communicate it to her.

  Her hot body clenches around my shaft. Clenches and releases. Ancients, but that feels good. So beyond good. I pull out and then flex my buttocks as I push back in to get the slightest bit of friction. Both of us groan in tandem.

  Her eyes flash open and she smiles at me.

  I see a thousand sunrises in her smile.

  “I must taste you,” I whisper.

  She shudders on top of me and I feel her pleasure spark through our connection. And then she drops her mouth to mine. I was told of this, too, but the sensation is still strange.

  As soon as my tongue connects to her tongue, though, I see the superiority of human mating above how the Draci do it.

  Even her tongue is soft. I tease and taste her and oh ancients, when the very tips of our tongues touch, electricity sparks through our bodies like lightning in a storm.

  She’s zapped me to life. I didn’t realize that I’ve been dead the past two centuries, maybe longer, until right now, this very moment. I’ve been shut down, like a decommissioned transport.