ROMANCE: MY ALIEN KING: Scifi Alien Invasion Abduction Contemporary Romance (Paranormal Fantasy BBW Alien Contact Anthologies & Collections Book 1) (16 page)

Like an electric diode itself, James’ tongue spread wave after wave of pleasure travelling down her throat, spreading and resonating throughout her body, focusing somewhere around her center. She could not tell whether this was a quirk of his inhuman physiology or merely the consequence of her own extreme arousal, but at this point she did not care.

Holding her tightly, the alien carried his former captive’s body around the room before finally pressing her back against a smooth, slightly reflective wall. Swiftly, he repurposed those strong hands of his, grabbing her clothes by the sides and ripping off most of them in a single motion.

Not completely certain what he held her up with while his hands were occupied, Jasmine looked downward, quickly finding herself faced with the solution to that conundrum: the area in-between her legs, oozing and dripping as it was, lay balanced on James’ own immense male member.  Not wasting any more time, the alien grabbed her by the cheeks of her ass, lifting her body upward, a moment before proceeding to impale it on top of his gargantuan manhood.

“Oooooohhh…” Jasmine moaned loudly, her insides stretching to accept this intrusion. Under normal circumstances, the insertion of something that massive would most certainly hurt, but Jasmine’s arousal paired with some of the lubricant left behind by that awful probe made the sensation nothing short of pure bliss.

Taking the hint, James pulled out slightly, then jammed himself right back inside again, causing his former captive to give off another squeal of approval. Again and again he repeated the motion, each time faster and stronger than the last, causing ripple after ripple of electric glee to expand throughout her body.

It’s so goooood,
her inner voice, previously wary of the alien, now screamed out in joy, becoming more and more inflamed by raw passion with each and every second that passed. It repeated the same thing, faster and faster, following in the rhythm of her abductor’s thrusts, until finally the sounds converged inside of her head, exploding in unison with the most immense, mind-blowing orgasm she had ever experienced.

As she screamed out, communicating the all-encompassing pleasure to her lover, her moist nether regions tightened, causing James to begin convulsing. Still jackhammering at top speed, every muscle in his body contracted as much as possible, while his massive erection let out a warm, sticky discharge within her body.

Completely out of control, the dark-haired alien let out a single, extended moan, as the image of his pleasure-emanating expression whited out from Jasmine’s vision, her climax sending her on a different kind of trip to the stars.

                                                                      ***

Ah, memories,
Jasmine mused as she observed the far-away planets through the reinforced glass of one of the spacecraft’s many windows.

Half a year had passed since she and James embarked on their extended, galaxy-wide honeymoon, and every day of it had been heaven. They’d had to remove the locator built into the spacecraft to avoid being found, but James turned out to be more than up to the task. Granted, there were some routes they had to avoid for the foreseeable future—those  heavily used by his former bosses—but the life the two of them had was something straight out of a romantic dream…

Together, they’d explored and made love on countless worlds, each one more wondrous and inspiring than the previous one, and with each new planet, the pair’s hunger for each other grew and grew, perpetuating the circle of passion.

I’ve come a long way from that rickety old place in the middle of nowhere,
Jasmine concluded, trying to remember the faces and voices of all the people she used to know, and finding the endeavor rather difficult.

It’s funny,
she told herself,
how important they used to be to me, how big of a deal insignificant little opinions were.
None of them mattered anymore, and they never would again.

Perspective will do that to you,
she chuckled, unable to wrestle her gaze away from the sight of a shooting star that moved somewhere in the distance.
As will the right person.

James was in the next room, she knew, engaged in navigating the ship through the unknown reaches of surrounding space. It was about time for her to interrupt that strenuous activity with a round of healthy lovemaking.
I’m sure he’ll be up for it. After all, isn’t he always?

Her alien lover was enjoying this life as much as she did, that much was obvious. For the most part, though, he still did not open up completely, and information about his people’s ways, predicament, and culture were not topics the dark-haired stud was too willing to discuss.

At least, not until recently.

Just the day before, James had finally shared his real name. It was long and difficult to pronounce, but after several minutes of failed attempts Jasmine had finally managed to get it right: Jha’reedan Vaezz’t. A couple of times she tried to refer to him like that, but it turned out he preferred his assumed identity instead. Other information that managed to get through that powerful screen he kept up, however, did not seem particularly good.

The “great race,” as he called them, were proud, inquisitive, and petty, not unlike humanity, and James was at times concerned about what they’d do when they realized that one of their best scouts was gone.

From time to time Jasmine found herself thinking about that question herself, but she’d quickly snap right back and enjoy what was in front of her. After all, the life she used to lead back down on Earth was not worth living, while what the two of them had built, here in this fast little spacecraft, was simply
perfect
.

And for the right person,
the woman mused as she turned away from the stellar spectacle,
no sacrifice is too great.

THE END

“You know what rhymes with bugs don’t you?” Damien tugged at her pigtails as he made fun of her prominent buck teeth. “Jugs, yeah, those things you don’t have!” He laughed before staring at his friends to encourage them to laugh along with him. “Bugs has no jugs, bugs has no jugs!” Soon his friends began to join in the chorus and Caroline pressed her hands down hard over her ears.

Caroline sat bolt upright in bed, her heart pounding. She switched on the bedside lamp and leaned against the headboard. Her breath was still coming in heaves. She didn’t know why it still bothered her so much that Damien had bullied her in high school. Lately it was all she could dream about. Of course, that could be because she’d had to suffer through his presence through the entirety of last week. For whatever reason Caroline’s mother had seen something worth marrying in Damien’s father, which meant that ‘Bugs have no jugs’ was now her stepbrother.

Damien had been surprisingly polite. Of course, that could be due to the fact that the focus had been primarily on how fabulously successful he had become in the year since he had graduated high school. Yes, even Caroline’s mother couldn’t escape the shadow cast by Damien S. Odin. Surprisingly, she hadn’t seemed to mind, in fact, she almost relished the fact that all of the attention wasn’t on her. At least it mean that no one noticed the last ten pounds she hadn’t dropped for the wedding day.

In the last year since high school graduation, Caroline had spent her time volunteering. She had been told it would improve her chances at getting in to a better college and she needed all the help that she could get. Damien, on the other hand, had gone straight in to his father’s furniture business.

Not surprisingly, Damien was able to talk his way in to sale after sale with that manipulative little way he had and soon he was the top selling salesman at Odin Furniture Gallery. Damien could talk his way in to – or out of – just about anything, that much Caroline knew from experience. So many times she had tried to tell her homeroom teacher that she was being bullied by him, but every time he managed to talk his way out of it. He had been the bane of her existence throughout all four years of high school.

Caroline’s mother had met Damien’s father at their furniture gallery during her search for a new sofa. Caroline had just moved in to her apartment and to justify buying a new sofa, her mother had given her hers. On the showroom floor she had run in to Mike Odin and it wasn’t but a few months later when the two declared their intention to marry. It was at that very moment that Caroline was met with the horrifying reality that Damien would be her stepbrother.

There was small comfort in the fact that Caroline no longer wore braces and that she had managed to ‘fill out’ her more feminine shape. At least, she had thought to herself, he couldn’t call her ‘
bugs have no jugs’
anymore. Still, the good looking high school football player who had mercilessly picked on her for four years was now going to be a relative.

It didn’t count for much that Damien had refrained from his typical name calling during the week of the wedding. Just seeing him had stirred enough in Caroline’s psyche to let dream Damien do it for him. Each night since the wedding, Caroline had dreamed of his high school taunts. Every night she woke up, her chest heaving, her hands covering her ears. There was something about that boy that had really gotten in to her head.

“Hey hon.” Caroline’s mother had a nasally voice and it sounded even more so over the telephone.

“Hey mom.”

“You sound tired, is everything okay?” Caroline had already explained her feelings about Damien to her mother a grand total of three times. Every time her mother opted to sweep it under the rug with the heartfelt words of ‘you’re family now.’

“Yeah, I haven’t been sleeping much.” Her mother sighed exasperatedly.

“You’re not still having those silly dreams about Damien are you?” She said it in an accusatory tone and Caroline almost said no.

“Yes. And they’re not silly dreams mom. He tortured me in high school.” Her mother laughed.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. You’re family now. Plus, you know how boys can be. Besides things have changed since then. Neither of you are in high school now and just look how well he is doing at the shop!” Another jab from her mother to file under the ‘what are you doing with your life’ tab.

“Yeah.” There was a few moments of silence before Caroline added, “Umm did you need something or were you just calling to chat?”

“Oh, Mike and I rented a cottage up by the lake for the weekend. There’s room for you to come if you want?” Caroline frowned. She wasn’t much of a fan of Mike based on principle alone, but she could use a little time out of Wausau.

“Sure, that’d be nice.” She wanted to ask if Damien was invited too, but after their last exchange she opted not to.

“Oh that’ll be just great. Wait until I tell Mike that you said yes! He was so worried you wouldn’t come. He thinks you don’t like him, Caroline.” Caroline rolled her eyes at the phone.

“Well, I’ll be there so Mike can get good and happy!” She hadn’t meant to sound quite as nasty as she did, but somehow it went completely over her mother’s head.

“Okay sweetheart, well just come by the house on Friday and we can all drive up together.”

“Okay mom, I’ll see you Friday then.” The idea of driving an hour out of the way just to meet up to drive somewhere else seemed ridiculous. Caroline was in no mood to argue with her mother however, so she did, as she always did, and relented.

“Alright, love you sweetie! Bye!” Caroline mumbled her response and hung up the phone.

A trip to the lake would mean a chance to get in to a bathing suit. Caroline thought about the idea. The more she thought about it the more she hoped that Damien would show up, if for nothing else but to show him just how much prettier the last year had made her. She’d show him who had no jugs and now that she was rid of her braces and an extra twenty pounds she knew that he’d at least do a double take when he saw her in a bathing suit. Perhaps if she really tried, she could turn the tables on him and tease him for a little while? The thought of making him suffer was an exciting one. No, Caroline wouldn’t tease with name calling, she was going to hit him where it hurt. She was going to get him to embarrass himself with Mother Nature’s bane of all men’s existence – the erection. She certainly couldn’t fault anything on his perfectly toned body, but she could embarrass him if even a little, by giving him a hard-on.

              The drive up to the cabin had been tedious. Mike had insisted on stopping every thirty minutes to ‘stretch his legs’ and Caroline’s mother had insisted that she do the same just to keep pace with them. By the time they got to the cabin it was dusk already and Caroline was torn when she saw Damien’s large SUV already pulled in to the driveway. Irritated that no one had told her that Damien was coming, but excited to put her plan in to action, Caroline stepped out of her car.

              “Hey, you guys didn’t tell me that Damien was coming!” She looked at her mother with accusatory eyes.

              “We thought it best not to what with those dreams you’ve been having lately. We thought if you knew, you might not come.” Caroline shook her head.

              “Those silly things? No, I haven’t had one of those since we last talked.” Caroline lied. She had been having nightmares about Damien’s taunts every day for the last week.

              “Oh, I’m so glad. Perhaps you two can do some bonding this weekend? Wouldn’t that be nice, Mike?” Caroline’s mother looked at Mike who nodded.

              “Sure would, Helen.” Caroline watched them for a moment as if she were watching a 1960’s sitcom and then turned back to her car. Grabbing her small case she slammed the door shut and crunched up the gravel driveway.

              The front door of the rustic log cabin opened just as Caroline walked up to it.

              “Well hey! Look who it is!” Damien shouted with a genuine smile on his face. Caroline raised an eyebrow and walked past him in to the foyer. “Aww, you’re not happy to see your new stepbrother?” Caroline rolled her brilliant blue eyes and turned back to him. His short cut blonde hair glinted in the light of the foyer. Even in her anger with him, Caroline couldn’t deny that he was handsome. He was the typical all American boy with the body of a Greek God.

              “Sure I am, why wouldn’t I be?” She pulled her long blonde hair back in to a ponytail. Mike and Helen appeared at the front door with smiles and both greeted Damien with crushing hugs.

              “We’re so glad you could both make it! It’s going to be such a great weekend!” Caroline forced a smile as she pulled her ponytail a little too tightly.

              “Sure is!” She said, before grabbing her case and going in search of her bedroom. She was sure that Damien would have left her the smaller of the guest rooms, but was surprised to find that he had given her the largest. Looking around suspiciously she threw her case on to the bed and unzipped it.

              “I gave you the biggest one.” Damien appeared in the doorway. She jumped. He had been so silent coming up the stairs she hadn’t even noticed him. She nodded, her long blond ponytail falling over her shoulder.

              “Thanks.” Damien stood staring at her as she flipped her case open.

              “You need a hand? I already unpacked mine.” Caroline looked at him with a frown. Why was he being so nice to her?

              “No. Thanks.” Damien shrugged.

              “Just thought I’d offer. My room is right across the hall if you need anything. My dad and your mom have a room downstairs off the main part of the house. We could have a whole party up here and they’d never notice!” Damien laughed lightly and Caroline forced a smile.

              “Yeah, don’t think that’ll be happening.” Damien sighed.

              “Well, the offer stands, you know, if you need anything. I’m just across here.” He backed in to the door of his room and opening it, he vanished inside.

              Caroline hated that he was the one making her feel like a bitch. As though she didn’t have reason enough to be angry at him. Here he was acting like Mr. Nice Guy when all she wanted to do was to exact the most perfect revenge. It made her hate him even more, but more than that, it made her hate herself a little bit as well.