Bren's Blessing: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (The Quasar Lineage Book 1)

by Pearl Tate

  “Yes, but you have to realize that I’m not a possession. I’m a sentient being that has feelings and I don’t deserve to be ripped away from my life.” I shift back from him slightly to get control of my body and look him in the eyes. I’m trying to be serious but he’s very distracting and he’s hijacked my hormones—again.

  “That may be, but I can’t change the law. You would be dead if I hadn’t taken you from your ship. You want to live, right?” Dammit. He does have a point. But what if Bren gets tired of me? Is that my fate eventually? To be passed from man to man on a ship in space? Used and abused and then discarded?

  So far, Bren is the constant here for me and I want to make sure he knows how much I appreciate it.

  Slowly, I turn to meet his eyes as he hovers over me. Reaching up, I run my hands down his sides. “Of course, I want to live.” Pushing on his chest, I try to tip him to the side. “Roll over. It’s my turn to touch you.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  - Hannah

  Surprise flickers across his features, but he drops onto the bed and slides up to sit upright against the pillows.

  I love the way his gaze turns predatory as I crawl up closer and reach for him. His hairless body is smooth under my hands as I run them up his legs, enjoying the velvety peach fuzz feeling of his skin. His hard muscles are perfectly proportioned.

  I nuzzle his upper thigh and breath on his balls. They tighten up in response. When I reach out with my tongue and slowly run it over the puckered skin there, the longer hair starts dancing next to my face. It’s cute and almost seems like it is urging me on. It’s like their happy dance.

  “Are you trying to study me?” His voice is sharp as he looks down at me. It’s almost like he’s intimidated by me being here, between his legs this way.

  Slowly, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock. Enough fucking around.

  I lick the tip and smile at his gasp of surprise as his hips lift involuntarily towards me. “No, I’m not studying you, silly. I just want to make you feel good.” Obviously, this is not something that he has had done before. He’s in for a real treat! “Just don’t move, okay? You’re really big, and I don’t want to choke.” He looks at me in amazement as I run my tongue from his balls up the length of his cock. As I get to the top, I slide my lips slowly down his length, sucking tightly around him and hum appreciatively.

  Popping off the top with some nice suction, I look up at him to gauge his reaction. If I am going to be stuck here for any length of time, I am going to make sure that Bren takes care of me. I know food is supposed to be the way to a man’s heart, but this works too!

  Running my tongue along the head of his cock, I suck the first couple inches in again, slowly stroking with my hand. The hair here has picked up speed and is stroking my hand. His skin here is flushed darker and with his huge size, I’m having trouble getting more than two to three inches in my mouth. I give it another good suck and then start moving my tongue down and around it, trying to access his interest in where I am on him and whether he enjoys it.

  His hands are fluttering around my head which I’m taking as a very good sign that he likes it. “Does it feel good?” I breath the words onto his cock while I move down to draw one of his balls into my mouth.

  “Ah, Hannah. It feels spectacular. Wonderful. Uh…” His words are jerky, and he is starting to squirm a bit under me. Traveling back up his length with my tongue, I hold the base tight with one hand and explore down his balls while I suck on him. His breathing is labored and precum starts to drip from the end in copious amounts.

  At first, I’m startled because it doesn’t seem like he is coming but there is quite a bit. It’s similar to a human mans but it tastes—sweet? The consistency is more of a granular texture and yes, it’s sweet like sugar.

  Score! What are the odds of that?

  Drinking him in, his arms and abdomen are twitching and flexing as he tries to stay still under my hands and mouth. I just keep sucking until I start to feel sorry for him. I’m super turned on myself. My pussy is soaking the bed between my legs and I’m tempted to ride one of his legs while I suck on him but I want this to be just for him.

  I’m not sure if he’s holding back or what but he looks in pain. “Are you okay?” He doesn’t even answer me, just pulls me up by wrapping both his big hands around my face and pulling me up towards him. He’s so strong and his muscles barely flex as he moves his hands to my waist and plops me down on his hard cock. It settles neatly between my wet folds and we both moan at the contact.

  Slowly, I gather my weight more onto my knees and grip his shoulders tightly. We are looking into each others’ eyes as I pick up speed and work him against my clit. It feels incredible and I know he is enjoying it too as I twist and rotate my pelvis on him.

  Carefully, I slide to the top of him and notch him against my opening.

  Reaching behind me, I grasp his length and then slowly put a couple inches of his length inside me. He’s just breaching me. It feels incredible as he splits me open.

  Standing up on my knees like this, I enjoy his caresses to my tits as he plucks and squeezes them. I tighten around him in unison. “You feel so good. So welcoming and warm.” His words make me squirm and sink down a couple more inches before bobbing back up.

  Reaching my hand between my legs, I start rubbing my slippery clit and trying to relax as I lower down on his huge length. I’m a little worried about getting him totally inside me but it will just take time.

  He latches onto my nipples and the added sensation helps as I work his huge member inside me. I can feel every ridge and rock-hard vein as he opens me to him.

  “Ah Bren, you feel perfect too.” And he does. It’s fucking incredible how great he feels. His hair has some undone and reaches forward to wrap around me, enclosing us both in our own private cocoon. I can feel it fluttering around my pussy as I lower down too.

  Taking my time, we both take turns moaning as I work his hard length into me. Finally, I settle him deep inside me and clamp around him tightly with my muscles.

  He gasps and thrusts towards me. I must be too slow for him.

  Pressing him down onto his back again, I lean over him, so he can latch onto my nipple before starting to bounce on his length. It feels incredible as I start to leverage my weight over him. His hair reaches up to me and parts my folds, zeroing in on my clit. I squirm as it starts to flick and circle. I moan, frozen.

  His hands wrap around my ass and start helping me go up and down on him. It doesn’t take long before he is taking over from beneath me, pinning me in place above him with his big hands wrapped around my waist and hips and he arches and moans below me, thrusting deeply and using his hands to grind me down on top of him. Even though I’m supposed to be the one in control, I’m just along for the ride and not complaining one bit, it’s incredible.

  His hair dances across my skin everywhere, arousing me as we moan and thrust against each other. “Hannah! Ah, Hannah!” His groans of ecstasy joins mine as my clit rides along his skin and his hair has started vibrating against me. I don’t know how he does that! Whether he has actual control of it or whether it just has a mind of its own and is starting to learn what I like, but I’m certainly not complaining!

  Clamping around him tightly, I throw my head back and cry out as he moans, buried deep inside me and explodes. It’s almost painful in its force as he twitches deeps inside me. With his head still buried in my chest, his breathing starts to slow as I fall forward and wrap my arms around him. His hair is nice enough to part and allow me to breath and it flutters across my skin, picking up my hair and caressing my body and face.

  “Mmmmm.” I moan suggestively in his ear. “That was incredible. Again.”

  He pulls back to turn his head so we are both resting on the pillow and looking at each other. “You are the most incredible thing I have ever felt or smelled.” I can see the sincerity in his face but smelled? He needs to work on his pillow talk.

  “So, I smell really good
?” His nostrils flare as he rolls me over on my back and pins me beneath him.

  “Oh yes.” His head lowers down my neck and skims across my skin, pulling out of me with a groan until his nose reaches the V in my legs. “This is it here. The most incredible, exotic and edible thing I’ve ever come into contact with.”

  Spreading my legs with his hands, his tongue flattens against me and swipes my full length. His raspy tongue feels sensational! But it’s too much, too soon. I twitch under him and try to draw my legs together.

  He laughs. “What? Doesn’t it feel good?” He does it again, giving me a full body shiver in the process.

  I grab his head with his dancing follicles surrounding us both and give a tug. “Hey! Stop for now! You are killing me.” I’m starting to giggle and twist to the side, trying desperately to shift my weight so I can wiggle away.

  Abruptly, he pulls back and looks at me solemnly. “I’ll stop now but I want you to know that you are mine. I won’t ever let you go.”

  Now I’m getting shivers for another reason.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  - Hannah

  His statement should piss me the hell off but right now, happy and sexually sated, it’s hard to be mad. It’s kind of flattering. I don’t really want him to let me go.

  Yeah, yeah. I won’t get to go home, and I’ll miss my family and maybe a few friends. Is it really the end of the world? The end of the world would be being dead. Right?

  My parents have their own lives that they are super absorbed in. My accomplishments have just given them something to brag about with their friends. Technically, with me being missing, I’ll be considered dead and go down in history as a hero. Or is that heroine?

  With the space program, relationships and boyfriends have been very rare. There was one man, Brad, that showed some interest in me before I left but I think I drew admirers that wanted to share the spotlight, not that really cared for me. I don’t expect someone to wait years for me. There really isn’t much I’m giving up from Earth.

  Of course, I should be fighting a captor, especially someone who is so demanding and possessive. I don’t know why I don’t hate Bren for taking me from the SkyLab. I should. I was so excited to see aliens after my initial shock. If he had left me there, I would have died, and my life would be over anyways.

  When I think of it like that, he really did save my life as he claims. I’m so drawn to him and those feelings go way beyond the sexual. Sure, he’s fabulous to look at and great in bed but it’s more than just that. He makes me feel something I’ve never felt before. Possessive for one thing.

  “No other women or whatever you were talking about with those guys. If you plan to keep me, and keep me all for yourself, I expect the same.”

  He looks puzzled as he pulls further away. “It angers you to think of me with other women?”

  “Well sure. You don’t want to share me with other men, right?” Sitting up, I pull the blanket up to cover my torso a bit and look at him earnestly. Is it wrong that I feel supremely smug as his face darkens and his body literally starts to twitch?

  “I won’t share you!” He’s yelling! He’s so angry.

  “Good.” He deserves to be as angry as I’ve been. Flinging the sheet onto the bed, I stand and put my hands on my hips. His eyes zero in on my chest like a homing device. “And I won’t share you.” I effectively end the conversation by swinging around and going into the bathroom.

  Fuck! He is maddening sometimes. I’m relieved he feels so possessive, but he needs to understand that if he is going to act that territorial and dominating than I can do the same. It’s hard to say, one day into this, what a relationship with an alien is going to be like.

  My annoyance with him fades when I see the comb sitting next to the sink. He really is thoughtful. “I’ll have food for us when you get out.” His muffled words through the door emphasize my thoughts.

  See? Sex. Food. Maybe more sex?

  Probably more sex.

  I make quick work in the shower, rinsing and cleaning myself up.

  When the water cuts off, I hear Bren’s voice, low and earnest.

  Figuring he must be getting the food delivery, I towel off slowly and only glance briefly in the mirror as I start to work the knots out with my new comb.

  “You know our itinerary doesn’t have us coming for sixty-three rotations.” Bren’s voice is cold and factual. But the feminine voice that answers is anything but.

  “I’ve taken care of that.” The sweet tone is a direct contradiction to the words. “I’ve waited long enough for us to come together and formalize our relationship.”

  The next pause was long enough that I wondered if there were parts of the conversation that I couldn’t hear. That is the shitty thing about these space ship doors. There isn’t any “cracking it” to eavesdrop. If I open it, it will be all the way open.

  “I’ve been patient. I gave you the two years you formally requested for an extension on your education. I thought that we had an understanding?” Her voice has hardened up a bit after that.

  Another super long pause. Enough time for me to wonder who the fuck this is? His boss? Are they formalizing a business venture? I’m trying to give him the benefit of the doubt but that isn’t what it sounds like.

  It might be a really bad idea for me to open the door. I’m not sure of any kind of range if it’s a video conference they might have going. “Your lack of response is as insulting as your attire.” Yes, she can definitely see him. She lets out a big sigh that easily carries as loud as her words through the door.

  Maybe it’s his mom and he owes her money for the additional education? I definitely don’t want to open the door if it’s his mom. Awkward!

  “As the prime councilor for the territory, I’m owed your respect and responses of acknowledgment are required. But as your Ermada and promised mother to your children, the lack of respect is an indignity that I don’t intend to ignore.”

  Wait! What?

  Promised? Mother to his children?

  That little fucker!

  Fucking hell! I should have known!

  I can hear them both still talking. She’s going on about proprietary rights and dignity or some other bullshit. I’m just so fucking mad that I can’t concentrate.

  Bren doesn’t have much to say either. He’s listening to her just like I am, but he isn’t arguing or contradicting. She’s talking about their ceremony that she has all planned, running over some details and talking about the time line change.

  I let my back sink into the door and then slide down to the floor in shock.

  I didn’t see that coming.

  I’m immediately thrown back to the last time I’d had a boyfriend hide his long-term relationship from me. It was the first time I’d fallen for a guy hard. And I mean hard.

  Just starting cadet school, I’d been flattered when another very good-looking boy, two years older than me, showed an interest in taking me out. A month-long relationship bloomed into the most exciting period of my life. It wasn’t until a week after we’d started our sexual relationship, that one of his friends casually mentioned his girlfriend “at home”.

  You know, the one waiting for him to come back and marry her. It sounds like the same thing here.

  The hardest part is always feeling like the second fiddle. The side fling. The hidden one. The back-up plan.

  Fuck!

  And it sounds like he has kids. This time I’m a home wrecker as well.

  I give myself thirty seconds to let the nearest tears brimming in my eyes leak out. Yeah, I’m a baby too. My feelings are hurt.

  Which is so fucking stupid! It’s only been a day.

  The tightness in my chest seems immense as I rub it and struggle to my feet, letting my rage drive my emotions. Anger is much better than pain and this one is not on me!

  Sure, I didn’t ask. I should have though.

  Damn.

  Live and learn. Lesson five hundred twenty-eight, be sure to ask any male, human o
r otherwise, if they have a significant other or children before fucking them.

  Yanking the comb through my hair, I look around and realize there still aren’t any clothes around that I can wear. I’ve pretty much been naked since I showed up in this room. That is changing right now.

  Dropping the comb in the sink, I think “fuck it” as I open the door. I get a brief glance at the communication screen. She’s a dark-haired and tanned beauty with even more hair than Bren, intricately styled on top of her head.

  The picture flickers off.

  Bren turns to look at me with an angry set to his face. He’s going to be mad at me?

  “I want clothes.” My demand makes his fierce expression fade into confusion.

  “Clothes motherfucker. Clothes.” He seems frozen to his spot on the floor. I think it’s just dawning on him that I heard some of his conversation.

  Well, I don’t have the patience for his brain to catch up.

  Grabbing the sheet off the bed, I start carefully winding it up and around me. Fuck him. He’s wearing his robe I see. I wonder if he has any more of those? It covers him from just under his jaw to the floor.

  “Hannah. I was going to tell you about this.” He sinks into the chair and tries to smooth down his hair that is floating up in agitation.

  “Really? So when?” Tying off the knot on my waist, I throw my hands on my hips again. “In a couple months when we land on your planet?”

  He just looks at me blankly. So that was his plan. That sounds like a guy. “Don’t you think that maybe you should have mentioned you are promised to another woman before we started having sex?”

  I don’t think he is listening to me at all. I’m still getting a really blank stare. “Are you going to answer me?”

  Nothing. Oh wait, his mouth opened a bit.

  Whatever. I am just going to lay it all out there then. I haven’t done anything wrong. “Maybe this is all casual to you, but I don’t hop into bed with just anyone. I’ve only been sexually active with a few people and it’s always meant something to me.”