Alien Bride: A Dark Alien Sci-Fi Romance

by Penelope Woods

  It’s something I chose.

  That, above everything else, freaks me the hell out.

  With frenzied breath, I back against the wall. Eyes focused on their naked bodies, I behold their strength, the undeniable protection they prove against the toughest empire in the known universe.

  Their cocks are thick, dense, and impossible to look away from. Their glistening crowns rise through tight foreskin, and a part of me just wants to touch them to see what happens.

  Rekker’s voice is smooth. “Be real with us,” he says.

  I swallow. With each beat of my heart, I feel weak. “What if I’m making the wrong decision?” I ask myself aloud.

  Rekker glides his hand down his pelvis, coiling fingers around his thick cock. He brushes it against the back of my hand.

  It’s warm and starting to drip clear beads of alien lubricant.

  Moaning, he says, “I think you know what you’ve wanted this entire time.”

  The three enclose her again. “Touch him,” Lök says. “Feel his cock.”

  Cautiously, I inch my fingers forward. I hover above his shaft, trying to calm myself down. It’s just an alien, I tell myself. What’s the worst that can happen?

  Closing my eyes, I trace my fingers across the underside of his shaft. The thick muscle protrudes, foreskin tightening.

  “Mm,” he moans.

  I find the courage to clench him, stroking upward. “Like this?” I whisper, heart rocketing through my chest.

  “You’re doing so good,” Lök says, watching and stroking with anticipation.

  Vraik comes beside me, lowering the garb that covers my naked body. First, he exposes my breasts. My nipples harden through the chill air.

  He drops to his knees, softly rolling down the edges of my pants, exposing my bare ass.

  I open my eyes again. Rekker’s cock is sitting in my hand. I rotate my wrist and bring him close to my face. Breathing hot air against his crown, I open my mouth, rolling my tongue to taste the salty droplets that drag down the underside of his shaft.

  I don’t give blowjobs. At least, not on the first date. But out here, there is no one watching. It’s just us, and I can be as dirty as I want.

  It’s liberating.

  “We were meant to find you,” Rekker says.

  “Then why does this feel so wrong?” I ask.

  Rekker arches his neck, lightly kissing the curve of mine. Endorphins immediately rush through me, skin prickling with more desire than I’m used to feeling.

  Gently, he pulls away. A serious look rests in his eyes. “It only feels wrong because you deny yourself love,” he says.

  It shocks me.

  I have always shied away from affection. When I look back on my past relationships, none of the sex was any good. Most of the time, it was just expected. I rolled my eyes toward my window and waited for it to be over.

  Sad, but it’s the truth. There was no one who wanted to connect. It felt like everyone was just floating by, tasting different flavors when no flavor particularly stood out for anyone.

  But this, here, with these aliens… they do not beg. They are confident and sensual, like they were made for me. They aren’t the flavor of the week. They are the taste of something completely life changing.

  “After what you’ve done, I don’t want you to be right,” I admit.

  I feel Vraik kiss down my spin, hands massaging my shoulders. I turn loose, rolling my body forward, grinding my ass against his abdomen until I feel the top of his shaft.

  Gliding his hands down, he grips and spreads my cheeks. I let out a shrill moan as he kisses near my pussy, tongue barely grazing my lips.

  I know it’s coming. And when it does, it’s warm and inviting.

  Lök steps forward, cock slapping against Rekker’s. He nudges it into my hand, but together, they can barely fit.

  “We know what it’s like to take all of the responsibility, only to be abandoned,” Lök says.

  My throat tightens.

  Vraik’s tongue extends, carpeting over my pussy. His mouth soon cups over my clit, and he sucks any and all apprehension away.

  “We know what it’s like to fight a losing battle,” Lök continues.

  Pleasure vibrates the corners of my body. Deep inside, a knot expands.

  I exhale and hang my head. Maybe this can work. Maybe this is okay.

  It’s too late to be questioning any of this. Vraik’s tongue burrows deep inside me, snaking against my walls, slurping the wet, viscous come I expel.

  Lök tilts my chin, forcing me to stare into his eyes. “We know what it’s like to want something so bad you’d give your life for it,” he says.

  “Resnyx,” I mutter.

  “No,” he growls. “You.”

  “You were the rare element we’ve been looking for this entire time,” Rekker says.

  They have scales. Their eyes are shaped like diamonds, glowing different colors. Other humans might see them as ugly beasts. But I can see the beauty now.

  Rekker nudges his hips, and I open my mouth, tasting more of him. His entire cock rests in my mouth, pressed firmly against my throat.

  I widen my mouth and lower my tongue, waving it across his shaft. Groaning, he forces deeper until he is caught inside of my esophagus.

  When he bucks back, I gasp. “Fuck,” I grunt, tears stinging my eyes.

  Drool falls from my mouth, landing on the floor. My lungs ache for oxygen. Coughing, I feel my face turn red as a beet.

  This is pain for pleasure. This is filth incarnate.

  “Can you handle it?” Lök asks.

  “No,” I cry. “But I want to.”

  As Vraik’s wet tongue swivels over my clit, Lök stoops to grab my chin. My hips tremble, and a solid hum exits my mouth.

  “Sweetie,” Lök whispers. “You’re just so beautiful. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  The pleasure spreads between my legs. I twist my head and shriek. “Stop, it’s too much!”

  Pleasure like no other, abrupt and slow ending.

  The alphas hold my legs down. “No,” I scream.

  I’ve never felt this before. I’ve never experienced such a deep feeling form inside my pussy. This is a breakthrough moment.

  I push and pull, but they’ve got me locked in place. The more I fight, the more Vraik’s mouth forms around my lips.

  The brutes lift my hips, ducking underneath me, using my pussy as a fucking mask. I can’t believe it. The three alpha aliens tongue and lap me up like I am their female Emperor and this is their last meal before they get sent back to the mines.

  They chant in unison, a deep rumble that shoots into my core.

  “Come.”

  “Please, let me go,” I mutter. “It… feels… too… good!”

  “Come.”

  Three tongues twisting inside my cunt. Three tongues coiling back to grace my clit. “You sons of bitches,” I cry, and twist, and tense.

  Nothing will end this pleasure, so I give into their command.

  “Come.”

  I fucking lose it.

  Cloaked in shame, I let it all out. A flood of wetness soaks down my thighs, dripping into the aliens’ mouths.

  Rekker holds my mouth shut as I scream. He looks deep into my eyes and commands. “Come for us, baby.”

  Under their control, I feel so tiny. They lift me up and feed on me like I am the last good thing they’ve got.

  I’ve felt a lot of pain and held onto some grudges I shouldn’t have. They make me forget all of the bad.

  I’m shivering in Vraik’s monolithic arms. So solid are his muscles that they fit around my entire chest. His cock slides against my pussy, parting the delicate folds.

  “I want to fuck,” he growls in my ear.

  I roll my hips back and use the indent of my ass to stroke him. There’s no way I can fit these beasts in my pussy, but I want to give them what they just gave me.

  Rekker and Lök stand.

  “Open, slut,” Rekker says.

 
I drop my mouth, obediently rolling out my tongue. I’m less nervous now. I have come a long way from the days of standard missionary sex.

  I’m on my knees, begging for their cum.

  “Give it to me. Feed me your seed,” I say.

  I rotate my hips around Vraik’s shaft and spilling crown, in desperate need of his depravity. I use my fingers to spread my mouth.

  The others alphas touch cocks, thrusting into my mouth. I choke and spill more saliva, but the pain means nothing to me. I don’t register it.

  Pleasing them is what I am here for.

  With a mouthful of thick and pulsating flesh, I am unable to moan.

  I breathe through my nose, lightly teasing the bottom of their balls with my fingers, tickling across their tough taints.

  Something is trickling underneath the surface of their skin. Lök tilts his head back and lets out an aching cry. Vraik and Rekker follow, bodies seizing.

  Their cocks bob. Two against my tongue. One against my pussy lips.

  Their muscles contract as they try escape my mouth. Except, I’m the one holding them down now, and I’m not easing up on them.

  Reaching behind my ass, I stroke Vraik and hear him utter a great roar. Hot cum shoots across my spine, spraying my lips and thighs. He lurches forward and grunts, carrying a frenzied expression.

  I roll my tongue around both shafts, using both hands now to pump. My arms are sore, my knees are chaffed from the concrete, but I feel so fucking good. I feel in control and ready for anything.

  Rekker grabs the back of my head and moans, “That’s it, baby. Prove to me you’re the one.”

  Both of the aliens come.

  Thick, warm seed drapes the back of my throat. I’ve never swallowed before, but to my surprise, I gulp it down like a shot.

  More comes.

  Then more.

  There is so much fucking seed that I can barely keep it in.

  I spill onto their shafts, and use it to stroke. Vraik joins in front. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I’m using all three of their cocks now.

  They’re still hard.

  They’re not finished.

  It’s going to be one hell of a day.

  Ten

  Vraik

  Last night, she proved to us she can be filthier than any alpha I’ve ever met.

  No, we didn’t take her pussy. We were allowed one sliver of a taste. Problem is, I’ve spent all night thinking about it.

  I fucking need her.

  Akron enters the room, scratching his head.

  He still looks pissed. Oh, well. When all this is over, he’ll thank us for making him rich. He just needs to get used to the lifestyle change.

  Planet Ferän will suit him well.

  All of us are naked, sprawled on the floor near the golden statue. Languidly, I reach out and grab a fist full of Emma’s ass. Groaning with pleasure, I wink at the bastard, Akron.

  Emma stirs, but does not wake.

  Akron frowns. “You kept me up all night.”

  I grin and glance over at Emma’s face. She’s fast asleep, face red with fingerprints. We had a little too much fun last night, but when she didn’t stop, what were to do? Say no?

  Fuck that.

  I never thought I’d find someone like her. To an ex-soldier and freedom fighter like me, the ancient mating rituals of our race were just tales. Sex was not something that was sacred. It was a means to an end.

  You breed and spread seed. That is the duty of an alpha, to carve out a diverse gene pool.

  But with her, I feel different. My masculinity wants to own her, but I can’t. She is too precious to own.

  The other alphas peek their eyes before yawning awake.

  “Akron, our apologies for the night before,” Lök says.

  Rekker chuckles. “He probably got off to the sounds,” he jokes.

  Akron sits against the foot of the statue. We might have kept him awake with all our fun, but something else is clearly on his mind.

  “What’s really upsetting you?” I ask.

  “I’m broke,” he says, shielding one eye with his palm. He rubs his skin and leans back, sighing.

  “I’m sorry about your bar,” Lök says. “But it was an unavoidable slaying. The sentinel wanted us dead.”

  Akron shakes his head. “It’s not the bar,” he mutters. “I owed money on that thing, anyway. Empire tax regulations had me gutted. I thought I could work through it, but I spent last night going over everything in my head. I don’t think I could have done it. I was going under, regardless.”

  Lök stands. “In a sense, we saved you.”

  Akron’s lip twitches with disgust. “Yeah. Some fucking heroes.”

  Rekker stretches his arms, but he’s so tired he falls back against the concrete. “How can we make it up to you?” he asks.

  Akron looks more worried than ever. “I’m thinking maybe I should check out Ferän. How is it during the Fall season?”

  My smile drops. “It’s Summer, all year long,” I say.

  His nostrils widen as he inhales. “I love a good Summer,” he ponders.

  Lök meanders to our bag. He pulls a water canister and drinks, sloppily.

  Upon wiping the excess liquid from his chin, he clicks his tongue. “Ferän is Hell,” he states.

  “Lök,” Rekker growls.

  Lök shrugs. “I’m just being honest. It’s a planet that died long ago. Unborn. Rogue. Life shouldn’t exist there,” he says.

  “But there’s gold?” Akron asks.

  “We’ve got an entire bank of it, hidden away from the workers,” I say.

  “The Lottery slaves,” Akron corrects him. “Should I assume they’re happy if the conditions are that terrible?”

  “They have yet to revolt,” Rekker says, eyeing Lök.

  Lök comes to his side. “Last night, I didn’t give you a fair shot,” he says. “But I want to be straightforward. If this works, Slain will be destroyed forever. We will be the new rulers.”

  “And if you lose?” Akron asks.

  Lök shifts his jaw. “If we lose...”

  The question seems to catch him off guard. Between the three of us, we’ve never lost a fight or invasion in our lives. The stakes are high, but losing never seemed in the realm of possibility.

  Lök cracks his neck. “If we lose, we will all die. But you can take a transport to another planet quicker than the Empire’s warships will arrive. Lay low for a years, find work, and then retire with all the gold you need.”

  Akron smiles. The idea is tempting. Even I’m envisioning a life retired on some beach on a distant planet, just hiding away. It seems perfect.

  “I don’t know,” Akron says. “It seems too good to be true.”

  Rekker nods. “Then take the Resnyx. If that’s what you want, take it for yourself. See what happens. My guess is it won’t end well for you.”

  Rekker is right. He has run out of options. Ferän is the only way out for him.

  It takes a little prodding, but he gets the picture. This is his last day on our home planet.

  “I will always hate you for this,” he says.

  I stand and offer him my hand. “No, you won’t. Someday, we’ll come out on the other side of this. It’ll be a new dawn, and all your feelings will have changed.”

  Finally, Emma wakes. After yawning quite loudly, she darts up, glancing at the prints covering her body.

  She covers her tits.

  “Oh, fuck,” she groans.

  I chuckle. “Sleep well?”

  She blushes. “I’d rather not talk about it in the presence of Akron.”

  Lök stands and jerks Akron to his feet. “Well, good thing he was just leaving.”

  Emma’s eyes narrow, but her perfect smile widens. “He’s going to do it?”

  Akron starts walking toward the other room. “If it means saving my old friends...”

  His voice trails away. The thing about Akron is he’s the kind of guy who wants to lay low forever. He never thou
ght he’d go against the Empire like this.

  We forced him into hiding, but I do believe it’ll work out better this way. We just need some more time.

  The three of us say goodbye.

  “Be careful,” Lök warns. “Sun is setting, but they’ve got watchers in the air. I’ve laid out a path out of the atmosphere via system command. Cloaking options will be displayed on the screen. Follow it correctly, and you should be okay.”

  Akron nods, eyes pointed toward the cosmos above.

  The stars twinkle. Which one is Emma’s home planet?

  Akron heads toward the open exit. “I almost said thanks,” he says. “But I guess I’ll save that for when it’s all said and done.”

  “Good bye, old friend,” I mutter.

  He leaves, vehicle loudly barreling toward the heavens.

  When he’s gone, Lök digs through his pack again. He pulls out some meat and berries. All of us dig in like hungry animals, except for Emma.

  Reluctantly, she takes a bite and scowls.

  “Eat,” Rekker says, mouth full. “You need all the strength you can get.”

  Holding her nose, she swallows the food down in one single bite and lurches forward.

  “It’s disgusting,” she says. “What is it?”

  We chuckle.

  “You don’t want to know,” Lök says.

  It’s Garantine meat, a small four-legged animal that thrives on filth. Everyone eats it on the outside cities. The hand-picked berries are to squelch the taste, but apparently human taste buds are stronger than ours.

  The others eat, but I sit off to the side with her, enjoying this time away, despite the risk. If I die tomorrow, so be it. At least I get to experience her now.

  She lies back against the concrete, eyes positioned toward that statue of the goddess of fertility. I reach out and brush Emma’s hair, breathing her scent as she relaxes.

  “What really happened here?” she asks.

  How can I tell her without her misunderstanding? Earth has not gone through these late stages of civilization, yet. But, as they grow in strength, they will need to expand their scope toward the cosmos. That’s when things get a little tricky.

  I believe we can trust her now. It is time to tell her our story as best I can.