BBW ROMANCE: Taming my Alpha Dragon (BBW Alpha Male Shape Shifter Romance) (Contemporary Paranormal Science Fiction Fantasy Short Stories)

by Raeden West

  "Then we will tell Uth together, but please stop ignoring me," Dawn told him and put her hands on his chest, wanting him.

  "And if you are pregnant?" Brog demanded.

  "Then I fulfilled my obligation to Uth's requests. Does it matter whose child it is, if our DNA is compatible? That was your purpose of finding me, wasn't it?" Dawn said, though she didn't really know how she'd feel if it wasn't Brog's child.

  "We have tests to find out who the father is. If it's Uth's, he'll get custody of the child on our planet. Father's usually raise the offspring," Brog told her quietly. "And you're a slave. You're not even our species, you'll have no rights."

  "Then let's hope it's yours, because it will kill me to give up my child if this actually works," Dawn whispered to him.

  "When is your cycle due?" Brog asked her, keeping her at arm's length.

  "Soon, within a few days," she told him, feeling her face go hot with answering such a personal question.

  "Then I will claim you, and we will wait for your cycle. If you have it and then get pregnant after, we know it's mine. If you are pregnant and it's Uth, he will fight for his child," Brog told her.

  Dawn was worried, but when Brog pulled her into his arms and onto the bed, shoving the tablet out from under his back onto the floor, she quickly forgot about all of it and lost herself in his arms.

  When she awoke the next morning, she as cramping like her period was going to come. Then it didn't.

  Nor the next day, or the next, and after waiting for over two weeks for her period to come, she sat down in Brog's chamber, waiting to tell him that it appeared their DNA was compatible, and that her cycle was missing.

  She was fearful. She didn't want to lose her child. Brog had bit her, and it had left a permanent mark on her shoulder. It had felt almost like a burn, but he said it claimed her as his mate and no one else would dare touch her unless they expected to die. While the animalistic honor code was sort of a turn on, she also wasn't sure how she felt about being claimed in that fashion.

  Uth had seemed disappointed when he'd seen the mark, but he'd backed off and refused to touch her again, respecting his brother.

  Brog came back later with a tray of food and saw her sitting at the small table in his room, staring the wall.

  "Is all okay?" he asked her quietly and set the tray of food in front of her.

  Dawn shook her head no. "It appears that Uth's plan worked. I am pregnant, and now we need to figure out what to do next."

  "We do nothing. We travel home, when you are a few more weeks along, we can get some blood and the DNA will tell us who the father is. We can talk more then. For now, we wait," Brog told her.

  When they had sex again that afternoon, Brog was different with her. Tender, almost gentle for him and it was a shocking difference to his normal alpha, dominating in control sex. He liked it rough and he normally didn't hold back. Dawn appreciated that he was taking care, but it almost irritated her. Finally she leaned down and bit him hard on the shoulder.

  "You're not going to break me, stop being so nice," she whispered angrily, needing him, wanting his normal passion. He roared and the next thing she knew his hand had wrapped around her throat pinning her to the bed as he lost himself against her body. Dawn smiled as her orgasm overtook her, and she knew that this was something that would never get old.

  While she'd never forget the experience of the two brothers at once, Brog touched something in her heart that she would be willing to fight for.

  Chapter 7

  They were finally nearing their home planet, and the pregnancy and sex of the human was a success. Brog had been temperamental with his brother so Uth was loathe to bug him.

  "Brog?" He walked over to him and tried to get his brother's attention.

  "What do you want Uth?" Brog turned to look at him, navigating the final miles home. They'd be there tomorrow night if all went as planned.

  "We need to do the test, to see who the father is. You know our leader will want to know. I don't want to upset you, but I really need to know too. She's your mate now. I won't touch her again, but I want my child if it's mine," Uth told him knowing that if his brother lost his temper, there's a good chance he'd lose in a fight. His brother's demon was a nasty piece of work when he let him take over.

  "Fine. I will have Dawn come and you can run the test. But if you hurt her Uth, I will kill you. She's not like our species, she already is attached to the child she carries. She will need to know her child if it is yours," Brog warned him.

  "I will let her know her child. I'm not a cold hearted bastard, Brog," Uth told him, looking offended that his brother thought so lowly of him.

  "No, you'll just kidnap and use a slave to earn favors with our leader to progress your own political positions. Don't think I don't know why you embroiled me into your schemes," Brog warned him, arching a brow. "You got lucky it worked. You got even luckier that we can have a mate bond with humans. Although they are weaker than our females, they’re made be taken care of gently. The risk of injury is great, especially in our demon forms."

  "I never thought to see you so soft," Uth said, shocked.

  "Shut up before I cuff you," Brog snarled at him. "Get the test over with. You can give me the results and I will tell Dawn myself."

  Uth nodded, and then returned an hour later with the results. He handed them to Brog who looked at the results on the tablet and handed over the controls to Uth to go find Dawn.

  This was something she needed to hear face to face from him.

  Finding her resting on his bed, he almost hesitated to wake her up. She looked so peaceful. Her breasts were spilled all over the top of his sheets, and the sheet around her waist was pushed low exposing her navel and a hint of the hair at her crotch.

  Pulling the sheet down, he woke her up by burying his face between her legs and bringing her to a quick and explosive orgasm. When she turned to sit up and rub her face, she smiled at him.

  "Hey, that's a hell of a greeting," she said, chuckling softly and then pressed a kiss to his cheek and gave him a half hug as he sat on the edge of the bed, his face going serious.

  "We need to talk," he told her quietly, his body tense and Dawn tried not to panic.

  "You got the results back from the test already?" she asked him, swallowing hard, her heart pounding in her chest.

  He nodded.

  "And?" she asked him, waiting for him to give her the answer.

  "It appears I'm going to be a father," he told her, and his face softened and he looked at her belly for a moment in awe before addressing her again. "But, we are also going to be back on my home planet, and you being pregnant means you will be up for a lot of scrutiny by our leader. They will want to know everything they can about humans, and I will do my best to protect you, but do not entice them or piss them off. Our leader is prone to violent outbursts, and I don't want to have to kill him if he lashes out at you."

  Dawn glossed over the part about his planet and focused on the first part of what he said, she threw his arms around his neck and kissed him hard.

  Brog was startled, then wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back, letting her large breasts press against his shirt, distracting him. He finally broke the kiss and tried to put some space between them.

  "Did you hear what I said about the rest? Our leader is not someone you can piss off. You might have gotten away with slapping me, but I love you Dawn. If you do that to him, you're likely to be dead," Brog said, his expression was serious and concerned as he searched her face.

  Dawn nodded and then bit her lower lip, wondering if he knew that he admitted his love to her. Touching his face and then sliding her head around his check to his neck to pull him close to her, she whispered softly to him.

  "I love you too, Brog. I know we met in a weird way, under unusual circumstances. I know the odds of this working out are a million to one odds, yet I cannot picture trying to have a life with anyone else. I'm glad you are the father, and I will listen to
your guidance on dealing with your people and leader. I'm up for the challenge," Dawn whispered to him seductively before she bit his chin in a challenge. She was quickly learning how to play his games and push him to a quick arousal.

  "Dawn," he growled at her as his hand came up to yank on her hair, pulling her head back away from his face. Then he buried his face into her neck, breathing in her scent, and leaving love bites all over her shoulders and breasts, before roughly spreading her legs apart and taking her on his bed.

  Dawn smiled into his shoulder as his weight pressed her down, and all she could think about was how a scary situation when she'd complained about how boring her life was and wanting a change, could so drastically change in the blink of an eye.

  She always thought a good man wouldn't be found on Earth, and it looks like she was right. Now, she just had to live up to the expectations that Uth had set for bringing a human here. Hopefully she and Brog could show they were a possible and positive example of a human pairing with his species.

  Smiling when she thought of the baby she realized that despite all the weirdness, she had no regrets.

  THE END

  Stolen by the Alien Lord

  Chapter one

  “I don’t know what it is about the crowd tonight, but they seem to be very interested in one dancer and we all know who that is.”

  Jessica had always been riding me pretty strong, most likely because she was getting up there in age and wasn’t going to be much use to anybody in this industry for very much longer.

  “She’s got this wholesome act down to a science, but we all know that she’s not exactly pure, as the driven snow.” Jessica had black hair, her breasts were sagging, because frankly being forty and two kids underneath her belt didn’t exactly make her a sought after commodity in the dancing industry.

  “Jessica, I don’t know why you insist on talking about me behind my back. It’s not like I’m not able to hear every word that you’re saying.” I was what was called a natural beauty. There was nothing fake about me and you couldn’t say that about most of the girls that were dancing in the club. Frankly, I was only doing it to make enough money to go to college to become a veterinarian. It wasn’t easy work and I didn’t have the time or luxury of working three jobs just to make ends meet. Even with the extra curves, the guys seemed to go crazy to see me onstage.

  “It appears that I have insulted the delicate constitution of one Chloe Masters. Oh my, whatever am I going to do?”

  I could tell that she was mocking me. She most likely was itching for some sort of altercation to come between us. If that were to happen, she might be able to get me thrown out of here permanently. I knew for a fact that the owner Jack and her was quite the item. If she really wanted to make trouble for me, then she was going to have to do a whole lot better than teasing. I’ve been through that all of my life and it’s not easy, especially when I was the one that was blessed upfront at a very early age.

  “I’m not going to play your game, Jessica. We both know that you’re just trying to get a rise out of me. I think the only rise that you’re going to see tonight is in the pants of those men out there watching me do my thing.”

  Of course, it didn’t hurt that I was five-nine, and just over a buck-fifty with piercing green eyes and flowing blond hair that almost went to the crack of my ass. I also had training in the art of dance and I could shake it with the best of them. I had learned to use the extra pounds to my advantage. I wasn’t fat. I was big boned and I took care of myself. It took a lot of time for me to accept that I wasn’t like all the other stick-thin Barbie dolls.

  I wasn’t just out there to make money. I was a creative artist that put my own spin on a few moves that had become all the rage. The place was literally packed and it had mostly to do with my contribution to the industry. I wore pigtails on some occasions and on others, I would wear a matronly outfit that would put them back in school with a certain teacher that they probably had a fantasy about. I had three particular personas, one was the naughty schoolgirl, the naughty librarian and of course the teacher that kept you after school for some private behind closed doors lessons. Tonight’s particular performance was going to be the naughty librarian with the prerequisite glasses that I already had in my possession.

  “I think that you’re just too chicken to do anything about it,” Jessica egged me on. “You don’t have a pair in between your legs. Until you grow a pair, then you and I really don’t have anything to talk about.”

  I knew that Jessica wanted me to fight, but I was not about confrontation and I had no interest in going down that road. “Just remember, I’m going out after you, so make sure that the pole is not too damn slippery.” I couldn’t promise anything, because my show usually involved oils, which had always made for a very happy clientele.

  My music began to play. Cherry Pie, by an artist that I really couldn’t remember at the moment. Appropriate. I walked by Jessica in her nurses outfit with my high heels and stockings, not to mention a black skirt that had this long slit up the side. It gave a good peek at my stuff. I didn’t want to admit it to the other girls, but I was seriously into this. It gave me self confidence and over the last few months, since I’ve been working here, I began to see a shift in the way that people looked at me on the street.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to our next dancer. She comes all the way from the high school that you have always wanted her to be in. She’s the one that stood in front of you every day making you horny and not doing anything about it. Let’s give a warm welcome to the naughty librarian.”

  The chorus of applause was met by me stepping out onto the stage with just my one leg showing plenty of skin. They were already clapping on the tables.

  I walked out there with the two bottles of oil in my hand and I started to squirt them into the air suggestively. The dollar bills, plus a few other denominations, began to float onto the stage. There was one particular guy that caught my attention. He was standing there in the corner of the room, looking at me very sternly and making me feel like I was doing something wrong.

  Grabbing the microphone, I decided to put a little bit of a spin on my performance with an audio component. “I hope all of you boys don’t have any overdue books that are going to have to be fined. If you do, I might have to take action and put you over my knee for a good spanking.” I brought the ruler out and slapped it against the stage, before moving it sensuously it up over my bosom through the white almost sheer blouse that I was wearing. “Oh, I see that you have no money to pay for the fines. I guess we’re going to have to come up with an alternate way of making payment. Perhaps, I can see if I can’t use you as my personal toy.”

  The ruler went up underneath my skirt, raising it just a fraction of an inch, but making the guys looking at the front of the stage begin to ogle me like a piece of meat. For some reason, my eyes kept straying towards the gentleman in the dark suit in the corner. I couldn’t really see him, but what I did see was impressive enough that it got my attention away from the other patrons. I was essentially doing this dance as a private show between me and the mystery man.

  It wasn’t long before I was opening up that soaked-in-oil shirt, showing off my bosom and then popping the button on the black brazier to let it fall lazily to the ground at my feet. When I rubbed the oil into my tits, I could see the guys patting their crotches and wagging their tongues like dogs in heat.

  I didn’t bother taking off the shirt, because I didn’t think that they wanted me to. I was gauging the reaction of the crowd. Every crowd is different from one night to the other. I just had to know how to play the angles and work them, until they were throwing the money at my feet.

  I finished by sitting down and spreading my knees and rubbing that ruler up and down my crotch. The first night I did this, I was nervous and I was this close to being sick on stage. A few more nights later and I finally got a rhythm and then my confidence level was rising by leaps and bounds.

  I didn�
��t bother counting the money, but I had a pretty good feeling that it had to be a pretty fair sum. That was before the private dances and the first guy that was in line was the gentleman that had been watching me from afar.

  “Try not to take too long with this one. He seems a little off from my liking and it would be best that you finish with him quickly.” Gabriel was the bouncer and he had always had good instincts when it came to those guys that were going to be a problem. He basically could predict if he needed to intervene or if the guy was just teasing and trying to push the envelope to see how far he could go, before being ejected from the place. “I’ll be watching to make sure that he doesn’t try anything.”

  It was nice to have him around and it gave us girls the security that we were looking for

  Chapter two

  I was dancing in front of this guy and his package was quite the piece of meat. I wasn’t sure if it was real, or maybe it was a rolled up pair of socks. It wasn’t until I was completely naked and at the mercy of his eager eyes that I finally concluded that it was more than just real. It was worth the price of admission and I probably would’ve paid him to strip down to see him in nothing.

  “Chloe, if you don’t mind me saying so, I think that you might be the most beautiful woman in this place. I also can see that this is not what you want to do for the rest of your life. I believe that your destiny is going to be something that even you’re going to be surprised about. I will say that your body is perfect, well rounded in just the right places and I do appreciate that you don’t have any of that unnecessary plastic. If you did, I don’t think that I would give you the time of day.”

  I could see his cock bouncing up and down in his pants and the outline through his slacks was quite evident by the large cumbersome package that he was in possession of.

  “You’re very nice to say these things, but there’s no need to talk to me, while I put a show on for you. This is after all your money and you can spend it in any way that you want.” I was grinding in his lap, feeling the length of him with my crotch now becoming a fireball of energy. “I don’t know why you even come to these places. You obviously don’t need any help in finding a woman.” I was pushing down hard, hearing him grunt and I smiled inward at the fact that I had gotten that kind of reaction from him.