Alien Rights (3 page)

“Be at ease, Emily, and open your beautiful
eyes.”

“I-I can’t.” Oh god, she wanted to see him
so bad she was dying inside but a sudden rush of apprehension held her
immobile. She didn’t put a lot of stock in appearances and tried to judge
people on their actions and personality instead. But what if he truly was
hideous and she screamed? He’d dragged out the moment, made her wait too long.
She couldn’t be sure how she’d react.

“It’s all right, Emily. Open your eyes.”

His wonderful voice melted her fears. She
lifted her lashes while keeping her gaze cast downward, starting at his feet.

Holy crap, those are some damn big feet.

She recalled comparisons women often made
about men on Earth. If urban legend were to be believed, there was a direct
correlation between the size of a man’s feet and his cock. If that applied to
aliens—

Emily gulped, bit back a nervous giggle and
directed her gaze upward. Kalgron’s skin—deliciously bare skin—carried warm
olive tones and was hairless. His calves were firm and his thighs, corded with
muscle, were thicker around than her waist.

She hesitated, took a deep breath then
lifted her gaze to his groin. Having a mere handful of examples in her past for
comparison, Emily didn’t have much to go on. Kalgron’s erect cock was massive
in both girth and length, bobbing happily above the heavy, solid weight of his
taut balls.

The helmet-shaped head was broad, a bead of
fluid seeping from the slit to roll over the flushed, angry-looking flesh.
Uncut
flesh. Apparently aliens didn’t share the propensity for circumcision that the
people of Earth did. As Kalgron’s fist stroked his length, the extra skin slid
back and forth enticingly.

Despite her desperate desire to continue
her visual survey, Emily’s gaze remained locked on his groin. The slow pumping
of his fist and the copious drops of clear liquid he gathered in his palm
mesmerized her.

She had to have that hard flesh. First in
her mouth; she’d devour his taste. Then in her pussy, stretching her, pounding
into her, taking her over and over until neither of them knew where one began
and the other ended.

“Emily.”

The urgent need in his voice freed her
gaze, which skated over miles of beautiful, chiseled torso and broad shoulders.
All the way up to his handsome face framed by dark hair…

And the scariest damn pair of eyes she’d
ever seen.

Rich, golden eyes that glowed and had
elongated pupils like an animal’s.

Oh crap!
She
bit her lip to hold back a scream.

Chapter Four

The hungry way Emily’s stare ate up his
cock pleased Kalgron immensely. Her titillating thoughts on what she’d enjoy
doing with him heated his blood. And yet her gasp upon meeting his eyes tore
open his chest and ripped out his still-beating heart.

She did not scream or become hysterical as
other Earthers had upon seeing a Ralosian, but he felt her fear as a physical
blow.

Releasing his wilted cock, Kalgron closed
his eyes and hung his head. He’d had such high hopes her brave, adventurous
spirit would be able to accept him. Having that hope dashed washed him in
depression. Her rejection weighed heavy on his shoulders as he began a hasty
retreat.

“Kal— No, wait.”

He continued walking toward the anteroom.

“Please, Kal. Wait! Listen to me. It’s not
like that, dammit.” She huffed out a sigh. “You’re huge…all over. And your face
is incredibly handsome but those eyes—”

His heart clenched and breathing became
difficult. He didn’t want to hear the rest and wasn’t certain why he paused.

“You have the most stunning, arresting
eyes. I confess, a bit scary and breathtaking and absolutely amazing.”

“Is this good or bad?” He spoke in a low
tone and was surprised she heard him.

“Good, Kal. It’s all good. Different, yes.
And also beautiful. The gold color is stunning and I love how they radiate a
warm glow.”

“Why do you call me Kal? My name is
Kalgron.”

“We’ve been pretty intimate and you’ve been
nice to me. On Earth, we often use a shortened, less formal version of
someone’s name when we feel close to them.”

He turned toward her, still careful to keep
his eyes averted. “You’re afraid of me,” he accused.

“No, Kal, I’m not afraid of you. Please
don’t go. D-don’t leave me alone in here. That
does
scare me.”

“You’re afraid of the dark? I’ve heard of
this phobia before.” He touched her mind, seeing that her fear rested on him
leaving her alone and aroused.

“No, I’m afraid of being alone here in this
strange room. And um…well, I’m horny.”

Frowning, he looked at her from the corner
of his eye. “You look the same. There are no horns.”

Her laughter was a soft tinkling sound he
found very pleasant.

“I guess that word doesn’t translate into
your language. Watching you…touch yourself. It was sexy and arousing. It got me
hot and um…wet.”

Her earlier reaction forgotten, Kalgron
looked up, his gaze shooting to her face. The side he could see was flushed.
Her breast rose with each rapid breath, taut nipple standing proud and erect.

“I need you, Kal. Please don’t leave me
like this. Or if you don’t want me, at least undo the cuffs so I can take care
of myself.”

He glanced back at her face, his eyes
narrowing in confusion. “What does this mean…to take care of yourself?”

“To fuck— You probably don’t know that word
either. To uh…pleasure myself…with my fingers. To masturbate. Get myself off.”

He mentally directed the exomed to move her
arms and allow her control. Emily gasped as her hands were repositioned close
to her sex. “Show me,” he demanded.

“Uh-uh. You first, big guy. Come back over
here and let me see you.”

He hesitated, not sure he could take
another rejection on the heels of such a recent devastating blow.

“Please, Kal. I’ll show you but I want to
watch you too.”

His feet were in motion before his brain
accepted her invitation. When he stood before her, Emily tilted her head and
stared deep into his eyes without flinching.

“Your eyes are extraordinary. Rather
feline.” A pretty smile spread across her lips. “You naughty boy. You can see
in the dark, can’t you?”

He scowled at her upturned face. “What does
my ability to see in the dark have to do with a disobedient child?”

“Now
that
look…” Emily shivered.
“Damn, Kal. I can understand why other people from Earth would have been
afraid.”

“You are not afraid?” It wasn’t really a
question. He could see amusement in her expression, not fear.

“No, I’m not afraid. I know you won’t hurt
me.”

He wouldn’t but how could she know that? As
if sensing his confusion, Emily reassured him.

“Other than the human rights
violations—which we will discuss in detail later—you’ve treated me well. My
instincts about people are usually right on and they’re telling me you’re a
good man.”

Emily’s belief in him made Kalgron feel ten
feet tall and invincible. Hope swelled in his heart. Being granted this special
woman’s trust restored some of his dwindling faith in humanity.

Throat tight with emotion, Kalgron nodded.
Then movement drew his gaze down to Emily’s hands and he nearly swallowed his
tongue. Her fingers held the swollen folds of her sex wide open, giving him a
great view of one fingertip circling her clitoris.

He moaned as his cock surged to life,
filling with blood and demanding attention. Wrapping a fist around the shaft,
he matched her rhythm.

Emily’s sharp cries echoed in his ears as
the piquant flavor of her warm juices exploded over his tongue.

Kalgron blinked a few times, startled to
realize at some point he’d dropped to his haunches for a better view. Only he
did a lot more than watch. His tongue had joined Emily’s busy fingers,
following her example, learning how to send her soaring with reckless abandon.

At his command the exomed adjusted her
position, spreading Emily’s legs wider, draping them over his shoulders. He
prepared to spend a long time ravishing her.

“Wait,” she cried. “Kal. Let’s sixty-nine.”

He scowled again, his irritation at being
kept from doing as he wished almost laughable, what with her cream covering his
lips and strong chin. Emily racked her brain for a way to explain sixty-nine to
her alien.

She chewed on her lip, deciding not to
wonder when she’d started thinking of Kalgron as “hers”. There were more
important matters to consider.

“Sixty-nine is a sexual position where we
can both give and receive oral sex at the same time.”

He added a snarl to the scowl, his darkened
amber eyes shining eerily. Kal was scary as hell when worked up and she totally
understood why he’d kept abductees in the dark.

“Dammit,” she huffed. “Fine, I’ll get down
and dirty and explicit. I want to suck your cock while you lick my pussy.”

She shrieked as the world spun on its axis,
causing her stomach to drop somewhere in the vicinity of her toes. Coming to an
abrupt halt, she blinked a few times in an attempt to refocus on the
up-close-and-personal view of Kal’s one-eyed monster bobbing merrily a few
inches from her nose.

Looking along her torso to where his mouth
was once again poised between her wide-spread legs, she groaned. The ankle
cuffs kept her hanging upside down in the perfect position. “A little warning
next time unless you want me tossing my cookies on your cock.”

“Less talk, more action, woman.”

Woman?

“Wait, all the blood’s rushing to my head
and making it hurt.”

He moved her again, thank goodness not so
quickly. As she came to a stop, Emily realized he’d laid her down on the comfy
lounger.

Kalgron straddled her face, thrust his hips
and tapped her mouth with his damp cock head. She licked her lips and sighed in
delight over his sweet flavor, tempered by a salty tang. The perfect
combination.

Twining her tongue around the crest, she
licked up all the pre-cum he had to offer before drawing him into her mouth.
Hollowing her cheeks, she drew him to the back of her throat in a demand for
more. She had to taste all of him.

Kalgron dove in, eating out Emily with
gusto, almost as if he’d been starved for her. His nimble tongue flickered over
her clit, which he held prisoner between his teeth. Two extremely long fingers
thrust into her pussy, stroking over the wonderful bundle of nerves on her
upper wall before knocking on her womb.

Her pussy spasmed as her clit pulsed. She
wasn’t going to last. Emily struggled to hold back, wanting to bring him along
for the wild ride. Doubling her efforts, she teased with her tongue while
applying firm suction. She cupped his heavy balls in her palm and slid a
fingertip over the shallow groove leading to his anus. As she circled his tight
pucker, Kalgron’s cock expanded and his balls tensed. She had him right where
she wanted him, on the edge.

Abandoning herself to the pleasure, Emily
pressed against his anus until her finger breached his tight sphincter and
thrust shallowly into his warmth. Her efforts were rewarded by a warm blast of
scrumptious cum filling her mouth. Shuddering with bliss, she greedily drank
down all he gave her as a stunning orgasm blasted through her in wave after
wave of scorching-hot ecstasy.

Instead of using the cuffs to turn her,
Kalgron jumped up and flipped her around, putting her head at the opposite end
of the lounger. Emily clamped her eyes shut, waiting for the dizzying flash of
motion to stop. “Damn, Kal,” she panted through the aftershocks rippling along
her clit. “Didn’t I ask you to warn me first?”

She hadn’t suffered from motion sickness in
years but something about being in space exacerbated the condition.

“Sorry.”

“Oomph.” The air rushed out of her lungs as
ten tons of alien dropped down on her chest. “Kal,” she wheezed.

Her eyes popped open to a big goofy grin
and golden eyes shining with affection, his pupils dilated to plump ovals.

“
You
are the naughty one, Emily. I
like sixty-nine and we’ll practice the position again. But right now we’re
going to fuck.”

Still coming down from the fiery orgasm,
she gaped at him, wondering how the hell he could be ready for more. “Don’t you
need some recovery time?”

His chest puffed up and his chin jutted out
proudly. “I am Ralosian. We can fuck for hours without rest, like your
Energizer Bunny.”

Oh crap, he was going to kill her.

But what a wonderful way to go.

Kalgron’s knees moved between hers,
spreading her legs as his hot, silken crown notched at her entrance.

“Let me in, Emily.”

His raspy whisper alone had her primed and
ready. She lifted her hips, wrapping her legs around his waist. Kalgron’s
enormous cock eased into her, stretching her delicate pussy almost to the point
of agony. Pleasure and pain mixed, morphing into staggering sensations of
rapture. It was too much.

“Wait.” She clutched at his shoulders, her
nails digging in for purchase as her body fought to accommodate him. “Too big,”
she whimpered.

Kalgron shook his head. “The scans proved
you can take me. Breathe, Emily.”

She followed his command, the breath she’d
held blasting past her lips and she sucked in huge gulps of air.

“Good,” he praised. “Now a little more.”

“There’s more?” The high-pitched, whiny
squeak sounded foreign to her ears but Emily had bigger things to worry about.
Much bigger than she’d anticipated. Her head thrashed from side to side in
denial. “No more.”

As if he hadn’t already torn her in half
with that huge battering ram he called a cock, Emily felt something slick and
rubbery press against her back door. “What the fuck,” she yelped and struggled
to get free.

Kalgron easily kept her pinned to the
lounger, which she realized served purposes other than a place to rest. Even
the damn furniture was subject to the alien’s mind control, functioning as a
sex toy with a hidden probe currently seeking entrance in her rear end. His
fingers brushed along her temple, calming her, and she suspected he was using
mental manipulation as well because her muscles unclenched and the thin device
snaked its way deeper into her ass. The foreign sensations stopped her from
wondering what other feats the furniture could perform. She was already on
overload.

With her eyes closed tight, she focused on
taking slow breaths as her body adjusted to Kalgron’s complete possession.
Okay, she was stretched to the limit but in a good way. He was right, she could
take him.

Just as she began to believe she might
actually survive, he started to move. The forward drive of his cock coincided
with a retreat of the anal probe, ensuring Emily remained stuffed. He set a
rapid, steady pace, which increased the concentrated friction over all those
wonderful nerve endings.

Damn, her alien knew exactly how to bring
her intense bliss. Kalgron angled his hips, causing his pelvic bone to tap
against her clit with each plunge, overwhelming her with sensation. There was
no way to resist the multiple stimulations.

Emily gave herself over to the extreme
pleasure that sent her skyrocketing through space without a tether. Her entire
body vibrated as her pussy and ass spasmed. Brilliant points of light streaked
past as Kalgron took her to heaven and beyond, sailing with her through the
stratosphere.

She was distantly aware of a woman crying
“yes” over and over until her hoarse voice finally gave out.