Chosen Alien Gene: The Complete Collection (SciFi Alien Menage Romance) (6 page)

Lenth laughed, the sound almost like coughing. “One of the other researchers has discovered that it’s not…that it’s more difficult to explore that particular part of the human female body, though we have seen human males perform that function,” Lenth told her. “If it is something you would be willing to try, we would make sure that you are very thoroughly prepared first.”

“And that you are very thoroughly lubricated, also,” Bronn added. Giselle blushed, turning onto her side to bury her face against the pillows.

“Not—we are not doing that tonight, or any time in the next…how long are you guys even here?” She peeked at them, still half-hidden behind the pillow.

“We have a very long term of visit on this planet,” Bronn told her. He tugged the pillow gently away and began to caress her everywhere, somehow soothing and arousing her at the same time. Lenth kissed his way up to her lips from her pussy, nipping and nibbling playfully as he made his way upward.

“You both—you
want
to have sex with me,” Giselle said, looking from one alien to the other as she realized it.

“We do,” Bronn said with a little smile.

“I’ve heard that human women are excellent at mating,” Lenth said. “You taste very good,” he added with a pleased grin, drawing his fingers along her slick labia and bringing them to his mouth. As her tremors began to abate, her body heating up with more and more desire under the influence of the two aliens’ touches and caresses, Giselle found herself fascinated by their bodies, intrigued by the fact that neither male seemed to possess even a single body hair. She glanced at each of them in query, reaching down to wrap her hand around first Bronn’s long, thick member and then Lenth’s erection as well, stroking them experimentally.

Giselle moved around on the bed, sitting up and then shifting onto her side. “After this,” she said, faintly remembering the benefit that she was to receive from the arrangement, “you both had better answer any questions I have about your culture.”

“Can we trade a question for an experiment?” Lenth suggested, moving her onto her hands and knees.

“I’ll accept that deal,” Giselle said. Bronn shifted in front of her, splaying his legs; his large, ridged erection stood almost proudly a few inches in front of her face. Behind her, she could feel Lenth’s hands moving over her body, caressing her, touching her everywhere.

“Shall we try this configuration first?” Bronn asked her, his voice low in her ears. Giselle looked at his erection and took a deep breath, steadying her nerves.

“I’ll have to go slow,” she said, licking her lips. “And so will you. And you, too, Lenth,” she glanced over her shoulder.

“I won’t force or hurt you,” Bronn told her gently. “You may stop when you become uncomfortable.” Giselle smiled, meeting his gaze.

“Aliens from another planet are more gentlemanly than the best guys I’ve ever met here,” she mused, licking her lips again. She had to admit that the prospect was intriguing; she wondered idly what alien semen tasted like.

Giselle took a deep breath and leaned forward, wrapping her hand around the base of Bronn’s member. She glanced up at his face as she brought her lips down onto the tip, flicking her tongue against its silky skin. Up close, breathing in as she tightened her lips around Bronn’s erection, Giselle realized that neither of the two men seemed to sweat; but they exuded a kind of lemony smell—strange, but pleasant to her nose.

Behind her, Giselle felt Lenth’s weight shifting, felt him spreading her legs wider. She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she took more and more of Bronn’s cock—was it his cock? —into her mouth, sucking and licking. Bronn let out a low, almost growling sound of pleasure, saying something in his strange alien language that Lenth replied to.

Giselle began to work her lips up and down along Bronn’s shaft, slowly but surely taking him into her mouth, becoming accustomed to the strangeness of the ridges rubbing against her lips. The tip of his thick, large member brushed against the back of her throat, and for a moment, Giselle panicked—she knew there was no way for her to take everything that he had. She wrapped her hand more firmly around the base of his shaft and began to work on him with both her mouth and her fingers, bringing her lips down as far as they could comfortably go and bringing her hand up to her lips.

Behind her, she felt the thick hardness of Lenth’s penis rubbing against her slick folds; she felt a shiver of fear work down her spine at the thought of him filling her up, taking her—but she knew that both aliens were serious in their goal not to hurt her. As Lenth thrust into her slowly from behind, Giselle moaned, her lips and hand tightening around Bronn’s member in reaction; Lenth’s cock felt almost uncomfortably large inside of her, pushing past the resistance of her body, aided by her fluids. She forced herself to breathe steadily, forced her body to relax as Lenth moved his hips in a slow, rocking rhythm, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her.

Giselle lost all track of time, lost all ability to do anything but respond to the sensations coursing through her body as Lenth began to move gradually faster inside of her. Her muffled moans were not quite loud enough for her to hear over the sound of the two aliens’ pleasure as they worked her mouth and pussy at the same time; Bronn’s hips began to move, though Giselle realized that he was holding back, that he was being careful—mindful even in his pleasure not to hurt her. She swayed and rocked between the two men’s bodies, sucking and licking, pushing her hips back as her body began to adjust to the size of Lenth’s cock filling her up over and over again.

Giselle felt Bronn tensing, felt his body coiling like a spring, and pulled back slightly—not sure of what to expect, but reading the symptoms of what was remarkably like a human orgasm. The first gush of his climax spurted into her mouth, coating her tongue with tingling, almost citrusy-tasting sweetness, nearly choking her. Giselle instinctively swallowed as more and more of the fluid poured into her mouth, the sweet taste making her eager for more. She moaned as Lenth began to thrust harder and faster inside of her, every movement of his hips driving him up against her g-spot; she cried out, the sound muffled by Bronn’s still-erect member between her lips, as she felt Lenth’s fingers rubbing against her clit even as his cock rubbed along her inner walls.

Bronn gently pushed her away, lifting her head from his lap, and Giselle arched and twisted as ripples of ecstasy coursed through her, so intense she could barely hold herself up even as Lenth continued to pound into her from behind. She moaned and cried out, animal sounds of pleasure filling her ears, and felt Lenth’s body tensing against hers as he reached his own orgasm. The alien shouted out in his strange language, and Giselle collapsed helplessly onto her elbows, her head falling forward as her orgasm intensified with the sensation of tingling, thick liquid gushing into her. The room spun around her until she closed her eyes, trembling as she blacked out.

****

Bronn watched the human woman closely as Lenth composed their initial report, murmuring softly into the speech pickups at his station. “She is as beautiful as any human woman could be,” Bronn remarked to his colleague, smiling slightly.

“Stop talking about me in your crazy alien language,” Giselle said, opening one dark eye to look up at him. Bronn laughed.

“How do you know we’re talking about you?” Lenth asked, turning away from the terminal to regard them on the bed. Bronn looked from Giselle to his colleague.

“She’s also extremely bright,” he remarked, in English for her benefit. “I believe we’ve found a wonderful recruit for our research.”

“Who else would you be talking about?” Giselle observed. Bronn smiled more broadly. He watched as Lenth finished the report, sending it to their superiors before standing up.

“We must develop a course of experimentation,” Lenth said, reaching the bed in a few steps. He sat down on the other side of the woman that they had selected, reaching out to touch her breast. “It will be very rigorous, indeed. We have much time to make up for.” Bronn brushed his lips against Giselle’s temple—something he had seen human men do. Their mating with her had already made it easier for him to detect her emotions with the latent empathy that all Khateen possessed.

“I believe she’s very willing,” Bronn told Lenth.

“Stop reading my mind,” Giselle said, glancing at them with an expression that spoke of suspicion—although minute shifts in her facial muscles betrayed her amusement. “I’m not going to let you do another thing to me until you answer about a dozen questions.”

“That wasn’t our agreement!” Lenth frowned at Giselle. Bronn chuckled.

“Considering how good it felt to experiment with her,” Bronn told his fellow researcher, “I’m willing to make a new deal.”

“So,” Giselle said, and Bronn watched her nimbly shift so that the best features of her body were in ready view to both men, “Tell me about where you come from. Your planet must be similar to ours, or you couldn’t live here.”

Bronn teased one of Giselle’s nipples, marveling at the way her breast responded. “Let us answer your questions while we prepare you for the next experiment,” he suggested. “After all, it is hardly fair that Lenth has felt your—is it ‘pussy?’ ”

Giselle burst out laughing, nodding, and Bronn smiled. “He has felt your pussy, but I haven’t. I must make my own examination.”

Giselle chuckled, “Okay, okay. But you have to answer my questions.”

“Full disclosure,” Lenth said. “Yes, this agreement is going to work out well.”

Bronn let his hands trail all over Giselle’s body, watching in fascination as she shivered; he could feel her body temperature rising. “You are a very intriguing creature,” Bronn murmured lowly, one hand slipping down between Giselle’s legs.

“I would ask if you two had ever seen a woman naked before…” Giselle started to say with a chuckle. Lenth echoed her amusement, laughing in the Khateen way.

“We’ve seen films,” Lenth explained. Bronn brushed his lips against the woman’s neck, feeling the flutter of her pulse.

“I believe that in order to fully understand your body, we’ll need a great deal of time,” Bronn said. He grazed her sensitive skin with his teeth, and felt a thrill of heat work through his body at her response.

“What kind of time are we talking about?” Giselle asked, her breaths becoming rapid and sharp as she became more aroused. Lenth began to touch and tease her as well.

“Every night that you’re available, for at least the next six months. Can you commit to that?” Bronn watched Giselle consider the proposal, twisting and writhing under the combined attentions of the two aliens.

“I can do that,” Giselle said. “But only if you promise that every session is going to be as good as this one has.” Bronn glanced at Lenth, amused.

“We’ll make sure that every time is better than the last,” Bronn told her. He watched the play of emotions on her face.

“Then I absolutely accept. Now let’s get to work.”

Bronn chuckled, knowing that his and Lenth’s experiments with Giselle would be fruitful indeed.

Banek’s Quest

Banek took a moment to look at himself in the mirror he had positioned just beside the door of his laboratory, making sure that his appearance was as it should be. Before he had arrived on planet Earth, Banek had done extensive research into the best methods of gathering participants for his study. While most of his colleagues on the vessel had spent the voyage absorbing information about the mechanics of human mating—particularly as it applied to female sexuality and reproduction—Banek had been intrigued by the human concept of
romance
.

It was a concept that didn’t quite exist among Banek’s own people, the Khateen. On Khatanar, mating was a very, very different process. While his people possessed a latent empathy—an ability to read emotions in others with whom they were bonded—
courtship
and
romance
were strange phenomena.

As a result, Banek had devoted most of the time on his voyage investigating those particular aspects of human sexuality. While his colleagues had tracked down information about physical means, developing theories for testing, coming up with hypotheses about whether or not orgasm was required for conception, and arguing cases that seemed to indicate that in certain settings, more than two partners seemed to be required, Banek had consumed anything and everything he could get his hands on in regards to understanding this so-called
romance
.

It seemed to him that this strange mystique was part and parcel of human sexuality, particularly for females. Initial investigations into human male sexuality suggested that it was much more straightforward: males seemed able to inseminate women at will, almost. But in order to convince a human woman to accept, Banek thought, as he read books and watched films that humans had produced on the subject, males had to use gestures and behaviors geared specifically towards communicating their ability as mates. While his colleagues had debated various ways to convince human women to participate in their studies, Banek had—almost from the beginning—decided that the best method to ensure that a woman would agree to work with him would be to romance her.

Once he had come to this conclusion, Banek had spent the rest of his time on the voyage to Earth researching how best to conform to the expectations that human women would have in a romantic partner. He had grown his hair out of the usual close-cropped style that his people adopted when in space, and had reviewed the physical traits of romantic males extensively. Banek knew that the most important thing for him—and for
all
of the scientists participating in the extraordinary study—was to blend in with the humans. Khateen technology allowed them to keep in touch with the skeleton crew manning the ship, keeping it out of the range of human detection, and in certain ways, they were able to disguise their inhuman skin color and eye color. But Banek wanted more than to simply blend in with the societies of the planet he was on; he wanted to present himself as a potential romantic partner.

There seemed to be one archetype of human romance whose looks Banek could hope to duplicate with a reasonable amount of success; he had seen the human man, named Fabio, on multiple covers of romance books—as well as in other media that humans produced. It seemed that even when the man was past the point of ready reproductive viability, he continued to be a figure of female desire. Because of the greater gravity of Khatanar, Banek and his fellow researchers were larger, more heavily muscled, than the human males; in that sense, it would be easy to mimic the physical traits of the one called Fabio.

Clothing was more difficult for Banek; there were so many varied styles associated with human romance, and he had gathered from his research that some of the romantic media took place in bygone times—different eras of human society. He had taken the human money his superiors had given him and invested in a variety of romantic costumes: Banek had purchased clothing consistent with what he knew to be called a “cowboy,” as well as a “Lord,” with a few pieces that were less easily defined as a type.

As he prepared to leave his laboratory and temporary home, Banek looked over his outfit intently, comparing it against the norms that he had absorbed from books and films. He had left his long, dark hair flowing, though the brush of it against his shoulders was still something that he couldn’t quite get used to. His broad, muscled chest was on display in a loose shirt, the first three buttons open. A pair of tight jeans—and Banek had wondered more than once how any human male could be comfortable in the constricting garment—accentuated his muscled legs, and a pair of boots covered his feet. Banek debated whether or not to include the leather jacket he had purchased; but the planet was much warmer than his own—and it was the season that humans called summer, making it even warmer in the area he had chosen for his base. He decided against it.

In the weeks since Banek had established his base on the planet, he had not found a great deal of success in attracting a subject. Some of his other colleagues had reported back already, finding preliminary success with human women and putting forth some new ideas about female sexuality. Banek had absorbed some of the information that his fellow scientists had come up with, but he was eager to test his own theories. He had met with one of his colleagues the week before; Hanket had managed to find a subject to work with, and the woman had given him a wealth of information—namely that women were capable of climaxing many, many times in the course of a sexual interlude. Hanket had laughed the Khateen way, saying, “It’s very, very gratifying to test how many times she can achieve climax in a single session,” he had told Banek.