Curvy for Him: The Astronaut and the Alien (Curvy for Him Series Book 6)

by Annabelle Winters

  The realization rips through me like lightning on a moonless night, and I feel the last bit of my Arganian arrogance flicker and then die, flooding me with a warmth that quickly rises to the boil, filling me with a primal heat that makes me roar like those twenty-tusked beasts of legend.

  Let go, she whispered to me.

  Let it out.

  Let it out, and I’ll let you in.

  Fran screams as I pull out of her and flip her over, pushing her face down on the instrument panel and fingering her from behind. I am blind with lust, but I can see all of her in my mind’s eye, all that I saw in her memories, all of her past, her dreams, her nightmares, her secrets, her fantasies.

  Her fantasies . . . I think as I feel that crazed masculine energy whip through me like a serpent just coming out of hibernation, and I close my eyes tight as I reach for the darkest depths of Fran’s psyche. It takes me a moment, but then I see it, see something that drives me wild.

  “Is that what human girls imagine when they fantasize about aliens?” I growl against her neck as I loom over her like a giant. I know she’s a big girl as far as human women go—I can see it in her memories, in the self-consciousness she struggled with when she was younger—but she’s like a doll compared to my size. Is this why my body manifested as a nine-foot giant with arms like tree-trunks, legs like pillars, back broader than a building? Is my physical form truly a creation of some mix of Fran’s fantasies and my own essence?

  “Um, human girls don’t fantasize about aliens,” she mutters back as I run my long index finger down her asscrack and slowly pry her rear cheeks open. “Though what’re you’re doing there is getting pretty close to the cliché about alien probes.”

  “Well, if I have all these thick, hard tentacles and you have all these holes . . .” I whisper in a low voice as I finger her asshole and reach around to her mouth with my other hand. “Then it seems only natural for us to—”

  “Tentacles! OK, that is not—” Fran snorts, turning her head halfway to look at me. But before she says another word I slide two fingers into her mouth and grin, holding them there until she stops trying to talk and instead slowly starts sucking like she can’t help it.

  “You forget that I saw inside you, little Earthling,” I growl against the back of her neck as I push my fingers back and forth in her mouth while slowly lining my cockhead up with her rear entrance. “I think if you had your way, I would have manifested as a scaly monster with penis-tipped tentacles.”

  “You’re sick,” she mumbles, almost choking as I push one more finger into her mouth. She gurgles as she tries to say something else, but just then I push the bulb of my cock past her tight rear opening, and she just groans and hunches forward in submission.

  And then I can no longer speak, and before I know what’s happening I’m all the way inside her anus, every inch of me pushing into her hole. She’s spread so wide I could probably fit my fist in there, and I just stare at the beautiful scene of her perfectly formed buttocks spread wide like twin suns, my thick, glistening shaft slowly sliding out and then going back into her until I’m balls deep again.

  I spit on my fingers to clean them, and then I slide my hand around her, pinching each nipple hard enough to make her wince, squeezing her soft belly, rubbing her clit and mound roughly before pushing two, three, four fingers into her cunt as she staggers to spread her thighs.

  The feeling of being inside her in three places almost makes me explode, and I arch my thick neck back and groan. A wave of energy that’s both furious and peaceful washes over me, and I know this is right, that this makes us complete, that we’re being joined at that meeting place of the spirit and the body, where there is no separation between species, where the distance between planets and galaxies is no greater than the distance between two people locked in embrace, bound in passion, bound together, together forever.

  Always and forever.

  And with that last thought lingering in my mind I begin to move inside, faster as I feel my masculine energy blaze through me, sense the woman in her rising up to meet me as an equal, feel her control me even as I dominate her.

  This is love, I realize as I close my eyes and let myself go as she takes all of me into all of her. This is love.

  9

  FRAN

  This is love, I hear him think like he spoke the word out loud. Hell, maybe he did speak it out loud—who the fuck knows anymore?!

  “Flash,” I groan as I suck on his fingers, hunch over as he puts his entire goddamn hand into my pussy, fucks me so hard in the ass that my boobs are swinging wildly. I look down between my legs and groan as I see his massive balls hanging low and heavy as he pulls back and drives again into me. I have no idea how I’m taking all of this, how my body is handling all of this, how I’m still upright, still breathing, still alive!

  I groan again as what Flash said comes back to me, and suddenly I am supremely aware of being filled in all three holes at once, filled full and deep, like there are three cocks in me, three beasts taking me at once, perhaps a monster with tentacles out of a dark dream, driving and probing, seeking and searching, invading, conquering, claiming.

  I’m coming all over his hand as I wail and choke, sucking and biting my alien mate’s fingers as he stretches my anus to the max and then more. I can feel my juices pouring down the insides of my thighs, down past my naked calves, all the way to the goddamn floor. I’m almost passing out with the wildness of being taken like this, and just when I think I can’t hold on to my sanity any longer, Flash rams back into me and explodes, just fucking explodes!

  He yells something I don’t understand, a word that I swear isn’t even in a language, can’t be spelled or written down or even voiced out loud by a human. He roars the word again as he blasts his load deep into my rear depths, pulling my hair and jerking back and forth as he spurts more and more into me until I’m overflowing down my crack, his hot semen pouring out as he keeps spewing more into my ass.

  Flash keeps going, and I’m almost limp in his arms, totally powerless, totally spent, totally fucking dominated, claimed, taken. I’m destroyed, shattered, crying and laughing at the same time, drooling even as the tears flow, my pussy dripping with my juices, my ass full with alien seed. I wonder if he’ll ever stop, if he really will just fuck me to hell and back, to another dimension from which I’ll never return.

  But finally he slows down, panting and groaning as he releases his grip on my hair, slides his fingers out of my mouth, carefully takes his hand out of my vagina. He keeps his cock in my asshole for a bit longer, and eventually I feel it soften just a little, shrinking just enough for him to slide it out.

  “Are you all right?” he whispers, turning me around and lifting me right off my feet like I’m a paper doll. “Are you—”

  “Alive?” I whisper, nestling into his gigantic, warm body, looking up into his eyes and smiling when I see that they’re green again, bright and clear, peaceful but full of concern. “Yes. Just about.”

  He grins and kisses me gently on the lips, still holding me in his arms like he’s never letting go. I don’t want him to let go, I decide. There’s no reason he needs to let go. We got nothing else to do, anyway. Nowhere else to go. I’m a fugitive from Earth. His entire race is wiped out. We’re alone in the universe. Alone and together.

  “I love you, Fran,” he whispers as he slowly strolls through our little spaceship.

  “Oh, really?” I say with a sigh. I raise an eyebrow and scrunch my face up. “Do you even know what that means or are you just pulling something out of my own stolen memories?”

  “Your romance novel phase?” he says. “Yes, I saw that you once read a book called Taken by the Ten-Tentacled Alien Monster and Now I’m Pregnant with His Monster-Babies and he wants me to be his Alien Queen OMFG!”

  I yelp in horror, covering my face and burrowing into his massive chest. “OK, I only read that on a dare! Wh
en I was getting my PhD at MIT we were laughing at who would possibly read something like that! I can’t believe you found that out!”

  “Well, your MIT friends will be shocked when they find out that you not only read the book, but you also lived the book,” Flash says with a deadpan grunt.

  “Is that humor?” I say with a giggle, still burrowing into him. Then I look up at him when I think back to what he just said. “Wait, I can’t really get pregnant, can I? I mean, is it even physically possible?”

  “What did I tell you about Arganians being the universe’s greatest lovers,” he says. “We are capable of impregnating any carbon-based female. Think of us as the universal donor when it comes to seed.”

  I snort and then shake my head. “What about the Arganian women? Did it work that way for them too?”

  Flash frowns back at me. “Arganian women? There were no pureblood Arganian women. Did I fail to mention that?”

  I stare at him, wondering if he’s serious. “Um, so your entire society was a bunch of horny, oversized dudes running around with hard-ons?” I can’t help but laugh as I picture it. “OK, that’s a totally different genre of romance.”

  Flash laughs too, twirling me around in his arms, making my hair open up and catch the air in the most beautiful way. “No women in our race,” he says after we laugh together again. “And so nature found a way for us to impregnate the females of any other planet, so long as they were carbon based life forms.”

  “That’s beautiful in a way, isn’t it? Cross-pollination? Combining races and bloodlines, creating new strains of humanoid life?”

  Flash sighs, his eyes misting over. “Yes. It must have been in the golden age of Argan. But then our rulers got more conservative, declared that the cross-pollination was destroying our race, diluting our genes. That’s what started that drive towards refinement and perfection. And then we plunged into the dark ages. Into death. Extinction.”

  I sigh with him. “So you really believe you’re the last Arganian? I mean, how would you know?”

  He looks down at me. “What do you mean?”

  “Well,” I say, “if all of you evolved to no longer require bodies, then isn’t it possible that all your dude-bro pals are lying dormant just like you were?”

  “How is that different from death?” Flash says. “For Arganians, that is death.”

  I rub my eyes and shake my head. It’s still too hard to come to terms with how Flash’s race categorized life and death when they somehow discarded their freakin’ bodies. Whatever. It’s been a long enough day.

  “Well, anyway, you’re alive, and that’s good, since you’re the only person I know right now,” I say softly, clearing my throat and sighing again as I feel the reality of my situation trying to butt its annoying head into my peaceful dream of being carried away into the cosmic clouds by a ten-tentacled alien king. “And probably the only person I’m gonna know for the rest of my life. Which might not be that long, I might add. I don’t know if your overgrown body needs food, but mine certainly does. And food is kinda limited out here in space. We have rations on board, but they’ll only last us for—”

  “Wrong and wrong,” Flash says with a smug smile. “We don’t need to worry about food, because I happen to know a planet that can support carbon-based life. A planet that isn’t being used right now, thanks to its arrogant inhabitants evolving their way out of existence.”

  “Argan?” I say in a whisper. “You know how to get there? To get home?”

  I feel a shiver go through me when I say the word home. At first it’s melancholy that grips me as I remember that my home is lost to me. But then I feel a strange excitement, an excitement that bubbles up like a spring finding its way through a mile of rock and bursting to the surface in glee! This is every space-cowgirl’s dream, isn’t it? To seek out new frontiers, to find new planets, to experience things most humans will never dare to even dream about!

  “Yes,” says Flash. “So long as you can fly us there.”

  “That I can do,” I say, blinking in excitement as I feel myself eagerly looking to the future suddenly. “Put me down.”

  Flash gently puts me down, and I start to head back to the cockpit. But then I feel a strange vibration, like it’s coming from inside me. Inside my body. Inside my belly. Inside my . . . womb?

  Slowly I turn as my hand drops to my round belly. “Um, you said I was wrong on two counts,” I say to Flash slowly as I see his green eyes glowing in a way that’s so warm I almost melt even though I’m standing naked on cold metal deck. “What was the other thing I was wrong about?”

  Flash takes a step towards me, his gaze dropping to my belly and then flicking back up to my eyes. “You said I would be the only person in your life for the foreseeable future. But you’re wrong. In a month you’ll give birth to our first child, Fran. In a month there’ll be someone else in our lives. Then in another month there’ll be another. Twelve children in twelve months.”

  I just got fucked every which way to the sun by a nine-foot tall alien who calls himself Flash Gordon and I’m still standing. But hearing this is the last fucking straw, and as my mouth hangs open, my eyes roll up in my head, and I swoon, stagger, and then just collapse.

  He’s scooped me back into his arms before I hit the cold metal floor, and somehow I struggle to keep focused, to come to terms with what he’s said. I do feel something inside me, and now I know I’m not imagining it. How is that possible?! How can this possibly happen so fast?!

  “Argan has twelve moons,” Flash whispers as he rocks me in his arms. “Somehow that resulted in any woman who takes an Arganian’s seed to give birth to one child a month for twelve months straight, regardless of her own biological cycle.”

  I blink as my scientist’s mind tries to comes to term with what he’s saying. Moons do have an effect on gravity, which can have profound effects on physiology. Besides, who knows what is or isn’t possible on an alien planet. “But would that work even if we’re not on Argan?” I whisper.

  Flash raises an eyebrow. “Actually, I don’t know.” He frowns and looks down at me, his face going serious. “And I don’t want to know. I’m taking you home, Fran. I’m taking you home.” He exhales and blinks, and for a moment I see a vulnerability in his eyes that almost makes me cry. In that moment I understand that he’s mine, that he’ll do anything for me, that even though he’s said this is what he’s doing, he’s also asking me the question and waiting for me to answer.

  Will you come with me, he’s asking with his eyes.

  Will you stay with me, he’s asking with his silence.

  Will you marry me, he’s whispering with the voice of his soul.

  “Yes,” I whisper, a fresh tear rolling down my tear-streaked cheek as I see his eyes light up like the sun. Or maybe one of the twelve moons of Argan.

  “Good,” he says, keeping a straight face which can barely hide his joy. “Now please fly us there, since I cannot squeeze my big body into that tiny seat.”

  I laugh as he puts me down, and we head back to the cockpit. He shows me Argan on a digital star-map, and I set course. As we accelerate to light-speed and hit the strange stillness of going so fast it feels like nothing, I glance back at him as I remember something.

  “You shouted something when we were . . . when you were . . .” I start to say as I think back to that strange sound he made that felt like a word but something I couldn’t possibly pronounce. “I mean . . .”

  “That was my name,” he says quietly. “My real name.”

  I look at him and blink as he stands behind my seat like a giant, arms folded over his chest, naked and bronzed like a statue. I know it’s meaningful that he told me his name, and I want to say it but I hold back. Besides not being able to pronounce it, I don’t know if it’s against some custom to say his name, if he even wants me to say his name. Then it occurs to me that there’s so much we need to learn a
bout each other, and there’ll be time for all of it. In fact there’ll be nothing but time.

  He exhales behind me, and I turn up at him and smile when I see his grin.

  “But you can call me Flash,” he says through that grin. “Just call me Flash. I like Flash.”

  10

  TWELVE MONTHS LATER

  PLANET ARGAN

  FLASH

  “Do not touch the purple ardinoquads,” I say sternly to three of our twelve brats as they cluster around the glowing Arganian water-creatures that are mostly harmless except for the purple ones. “They’ll turn your nose purple for three weeks, and your brothers and sisters will laugh at you.”

  Fran laughs as she steps close to me. She’s got our youngest nursing at her breast, the little girl hungrily suckling at her mother’s nipple as I try not to stare at my curvy queen’s other boob, naked and heavy with milk.

  We are indeed King and Queen here—mostly because there’s no one else but the plants and beasts. The relics of the Arganian civilization’s fleshy past lies in ruins, overgrown and overrun by the flora and fauna of this planet that’s bursting with natural life. The atmosphere contains roughly the same mix of nitrogen and oxygen as Earth, though Fran did have to adapt a bit. But she’s strong, and her body is responding well. She’s healthy and happy, and all twelve of our children were born quickly and easily. Easy for me, at least. Fuck, it’s good to be king!

  I slide my arm around my woman’s large waist—yes, she is pregnant again, ready to deliver another round of twelve little critters. Soon we will repopulate the planet, if I have anything to do with it. The growth cycle for Arganians—even half Arganians—is fast, and soon our children will be adults and ready to take mates. Then we’ll send them out into the open universe, let them find their mates, sow their oats far and wide, fuck and breed and spread their seed!