by Calista Skye
Brox is standing in the doorway to the control room. “Not going with your friends?”
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- Brox -
She tilts her head. “Do you want me to?”
Mine!
Her words hurt like a blade in my heart. “I could never stand the thought of losing you. It brings out the monster in me.”
She walks up to me, gets up on her toes, and puts her arms around me neck. “I kind of like that monster.”
“It likes you, too.”
She looks into my eyes, and I let myself drown in her dark depths. “You know I love you, right?”
“And we have already established that I love you. There’s some symmetry in it.”
“Oh, you silver-tongued charmer you. But yeah, we’re a good match. Can’t ask for better. In fact, we’re so good together, we could be a team.”
That thought has long since crossed my mind. I nod slowly. “Hmm. Perhaps a team in some kind of contest...”
“If only we knew of one,” she plays along. “One that would make us rich if we won it.”
I scratch my chin thoughtfully. “That would be ideal, of course.”
She snaps her fingers. “Hey, didn’t you say you are taking part in a contest already?”
“Oh, the Competition? I am. Well, I do need a new teammate...”
She grins, ending our common joke. “What do you say, warrior husband? Should we go for it? I know I need money.”
“As long as we know who’s in charge, wife.”
“I agree. I’ll be the team leader.”
I frown. “Of course a tiny female can’t be in charge of a larger and stronger male. Much less her own husband.”
“Oh, really?”
“Really.”
She pushes away from me. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
I growl. “Wife, behave.”
She sets her hands at her hips and stares up at me in defiance. “How about you behave?”
I fix her with my eyes. “It is the female’s place to obey. Even more so when it is her husband who commands her.”
She returns my gaze fearlessly. “Excuse me? You think you can command me? Just because you have a dick and because we’re married now?”
She’s using a polite phrase, but her tone is deplorable. And so soon after the wedding… Then I suddenly see something in her eye, and my cock jumps to attention. “That tone is scandalous. You know where it leads.”
“Oh, you going to spank me again? Or maybe whip me? Or fuck me with the bristles coming out of your little thing?” Her eyes are glassy with arousal, and so are mine, probably.
I go in and embrace her, hard. Then I kiss her on the mouth, tasting my new wife.
First she pretends to struggle, then she leans into the kiss and grabs my arm with her little hand.
“All those things are options,” I growl.
“I hope so,” she says. “Except that last one.”
“Hopefully you will give me no reason to punish you that bad again.”
“Oh, you’re blaming me for your perversions now?” There’s a bright glint in her eyes. She’s doing this on purpose, but that doesn’t make me any less furious.
I take her arm and pull her white shawl off her, then rip a hole in her black suit and maul her soft breast with one hand. “I’ll put the blame where it belongs.”
Her breath is going fast, and her heart rate is rapid. Like prey. It spurs me on, and soon my wife is naked in front of me and my cock stands between us.
She eyes it, then looks up at me with endless arousal and a mischievous little smile that I love more than most other things. “Fuck you.”
I can’t help the anger growing at her words, even if I know why she speaks them and that she doesn’t mean it.
“Or rather, you,” I growl. I lift her by her waist, and she embraces my neck and curls her legs around me.
“Yeah,” the woman I love agrees. “Fuck me.”
The saucer spins around me. How did I ever get this lucky?
From somewhere in the ship my ears pick up a furious little voice, made distant by a layer of glass. “Mating again?! Are you kidding me? Stupid organics!”
© Calista Skye 2019
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Caveman Alien's Ransom: A SciFi BBW/Alien Fated Mates Romance
Being abducted by aliens was never on my bucket list.
But I guess the aliens didn't get that memo, because one night I was beamed aboard a UFO. It dumped me and a bunch of other girls on an alien planet.
A Jurassic planet where giant, murderous dinosaurs walk around, and everything wants to kill me.
My only hope of surviving is the first man I met here. His name is Jax'zan, and he's an alien. And a caveman.
As in, the hottest super-alpha caveman who ever lived. He's big and strong and doesn't talk much, but he's saved my life so many times now that I've lost count. My insides turn to hot mush whenever he fixes his smoldering eyes on me, and the scandalously sexy and unusual features his sensationally muscular body is rocking totally make me forget time and place.
There's only one problem: He's holding me for ransom. And he wants to repopulate his woman-less planet. With me ...
Expect steamy scenes, mysterious aliens with features like adult toys, deadly planets, and the love story between a BBW from Earth and a sensationally hot alien warrior.
Full-length romance novel with no cliffhangers and a happily-ever-after ending!
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Epilogue
- Althea -
My heartbeat is pounding in my ears, and the breath is ragged in my throat. Still I keep running, just throwing a glance behind me once in a while. I can’t see him, but he must be gaining on me.
The grass is soft under my bare feet, silky and springy to make it easy to run on. It’s the least I can expect. It is the most expensive grass in the galaxy, carefully picked out of thousands of varieties.
I throw myself down behind an equally expensive bush, chosen because of the beautiful colors of its flowers. And because it’s so dense nobody can see through the foliage.
I instinctively cup my belly, still pretty flat. But it won’t stay that way for long. According to the doctors, I can still do pretty strenuous exercise for a month or two yet. Then I should step it down a little. It’s a mixed baby, after all. Mixed species. Uncharted territory.
The doctors couldn’t believe it. But somehow, Brox got me pregnant. It’s no mystery to me. He’s insanely strong and powerful. Makes sense that his juices can impregnate just about any girl.
I plan my next move. I’ll run to that bush, then that open field, then that little hill with the lone tree on top of it. I wonder if it’s one of the special trees. Probably. I can’t identify them yet.
And this garden around Brox’s family estate keeps changing. Where there is now a bush, a few days from now there could be a stream. Where there is a hill, there could be a field or a deep valley. I’ll never learn my way around it.
It was insanely expensive, but worth it.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. All of this was worth it. With the money we got from winning the Competition by a pretty clear margin, Brox could restore his family’s status, and I could start production of the medical nanogel on a large scale. Now Earth is carefully reaching out to the galactic community with a really sensational healing substance to sell. Not a bad way for a planet t
o introduce itself.
Of course everyone on Earth will get any nanogel they need for free. That’s just fair. Aliens will have to pay for it, but even if I make only a cent in profit for each treatment, I’ll be a trillionaire in a couple of years. It’s a big galaxy out there, and everyone gets sick once in a while.
And when I’m that rich, I just can’t be ignored when I start campaigning for abolishing slavery in space. That will be my end goal. Because that slave auction? Not cool.
Probably I won’t live to see it happen, but someone else might.
I stroke my belly again. Soon I’ll be able to feel the little life in there.
I gasp as I hear something rustle in the forest I just ran out of. That’s him.
It’s all I can do to stay still and not flee in a panic. My heart-rate picks up again. I should be out of sight here behind this bush, but I still feel exposed. If I run now, I might find a better hiding place. Or my movement will attract his attention.
There’s more rustling. He was never the kind of predator that will sneak up on anyone.
It works, too. The half panic in my chest takes over, and I bolt away from the bush, forgetting my previous plan and making straight for the hill with the tree.
From the corner of my eye I can see movement, and it makes me sprint faster. Fear and expectation are fighting in my mind and my body, and the fear wins out. Like it always does.
He roars like distant thunder with rage in it, and the terrifying sound makes me trip over my own feet. The soft grass becomes springy and helps bounce me back onto my feet. I keep running up the gentle hill, not taking the time to look behind me. If I can get to the other side of the hill unseen, then there might be a chance to trick him.
But now I can hear his footsteps. Fast and hard.
I dare one short glance, and the breath sticks in my throat. He’s much closer than I thought! The huge blue muscles play and flex as he comes straight for me in long, fluid bounds, effortlessly catching up with me. His fierce eyes and fangs glint in the sun. It’s the most lethal sight in the galaxy, and I feel it to the core of my being.
The panic of the hunted takes over, and I flee wildly, veering off from the hilltop and just trying to postpone the unavoidable.
I can hear his breathing now, and the ground shakes with each of his steps. I whimper and turn to the side, trying to trick him. But it’s no good. He’s still right on my heels, so close I can feel the heat radiating from him, as well as his dry, musky smell that I’d recognize anywhere in the universe.
I trip over something and fall headlong onto the grass, but this time I don’t bounce up again.
The sun is obscured by the monster, the ultimate apex predator that towers over me and somehow manages to smile in triumph. His beauty makes his victory seem both terrible and fair. Terrible because he’s flawless, fair for the same reason. He deserves this.
He’s got me. I’m totally at the mercy of this deadly monster. And as I accept it, the horror is transformed to a hard shot of liquid heat that hits my pussy so powerfully I gasp.
“I’m sorry,” I whimper, instinctively curling up in defeat. “I’m sorry I said that.”
He’s my husband. But in his Combat form, he is mostly a monster, and he claims not to able to control it. Every time I provoke that thing, I gamble on him being wrong about that. But it’s a safe bet. He can never harm me in any of his forms.
He can hurt me, though.
His huge hands take my head between them and raise me up to a standing position. One tiny misjudgment on his part, and he’ll rip my head off.
His monster eyes bore through me. But there is a glint in them that’s all Brox. And the knowledge that I’m safe this time, too, adds to my arousal.
But of course, ‘safe’ is a relative term.
The monster takes me under one arm and walks up the hill to the tree, then tosses me at the thick trunk with a force that should kill me.
But I’m caught by a hundred soft tentacles that grow out of the tree and hold me firmly in place. It is one of the special trees. It’s the same principle as the tentacled wall in Brox’s saucer, and it’s the kind of thing that every home should have. Well, maybe it’s a common appliance on other planets. I don’t know, I haven’t been around that much yet.
The tree holds me out to him, presenting the hunter with his catch.
And now he’s Brox again and I breathe easier. It doesn’t have to be the monster for this part.
“You know you’re not allowed to speak to your husband like that,” he growls and unties the whip from his leg. “It’s disrespectful.”
“I’m sorry,” I repeat, and it’s true. I sometimes overdo my provocations.
He reaches out and rips the flimsy dress off me with the sound of tearing fabric. He tosses it away and takes in my naked body, helpless in front of him. “You know there is punishment due for your behavior.”
His cock strains skywards, all bulbs and ridges and alien shapes, hard as steel coated in the blue velvet of his skin. He will definitely ravage me.
He will whip me first, then lick and heal the welts on my ass, making sure to sweep by my pussy with his sensational tongue. And then he will fuck me in a way that he thinks is punishment, but which makes me come like nothing else.
I whimper in lust and fear of the whip.
The tentacles of the tree turn me around so I’m facing the trunk and my back is to my alien husband.
I arch my back and present my naked ass to him.
It’s only fair.
I’m his prey.
© Calista Skye 2019
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