Believing in Dreamland

Believing in Dreamland

A
7
^th
Kind
Story

By Cheryl Dragon

Resplendence Publishing, LLC

http://www.resplendencepublishing.com

Believing In Dreamland
Copyright © 2012 Cheryl Dragon
Edited by Michele Paulin and Juli Simonson
Cover art by Les Byerley www.les3photo8.com

Published by Resplendence Publishing, LLC
2665 N Atlantic Avenue, #349
Daytona Beach, FL 32118

Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-580-9

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Electronic Release: September 2012

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Major Mason Nowland monitored the formation of his unit. The new planes were maneuvering well. After repeated drills and tests, a smaller crew had been granted permission to take them for a little run locally. They’d been put through the paces over the southern Nevada desert, and it was time to call it a day. He gave the command to head back to their home base in California. The three others acknowledged, and they set the course.

The new aircrafts were great for stealth fighting, but Mason couldn’t figure out their exact purpose. As with most things government, it was need-to-know only. His team had the best pilots on the west coast so if anyone could fly these babies, it was them. They’d certainly tested well in the field. The new aircraft were powerful and heavily shielded, but their weapons were minimal. Perhaps, that part was top secret and would be added later. The military did things for their own reasons, and he’d long ago learned to keep the questions to himself.

Watching the other three, he couldn’t wait to get back to base and have a little R&R with his team. As long as Sammie, the only woman in the unit, didn’t go finding a boyfriend the group was happy. He felt guilty for not being able to tell her the truth about him and the other guys being of non-human origin, but the government had its reasons and ways. None of them were fair. The three men didn’t have girlfriends either. Loyalty was first to the flag then to the unit and so on. Not that it stopped the connections and passions from happening, but so far the men hadn’t acted on their feelings for Sammie. How would they be able to explain things without telling her the truth?

A quake in the atmosphere bounced the plane slightly. The radio buzzed with attempts to identify it. His flight team was on their toes and doing their job. Then Mason saw the UFO behind them. Identification was pointless. Escape was vital.

“Full speed! Out run it.”

Mason radioed the base for backup and help, but the communications were cutting in and out. The Keelon’s alien technical superiority could not be discounted. A shockwave could knock the Air Force planes out of the sky, and Mason wanted to avoid a body count. Alien sightings, mostly Keelon vessels, were up. However, why they’d chosen here and now to make an appearance baffled Mason. It’d been over twenty years since he’d seen a ship like that. The six-year-old in him worried.

Now, he was no longer a child. Flying to save his life, Mason watched the alien ship keep pace. What did they want with four Air Force pilots on a test mission? There was no way Mason and his pals were going back. Mason had many theories, but in his career, this was the first time he’d had an alien encounter. What did they want? If it were nothing more than abducting humans, military personnel with weapons and witnesses seemed like a foolish target.

Their planes gave all the speed and power they could, but there was no outrunning a Keelon vessel. The closer it came, the more Mason recognized the alien ship from his nightmares. Abductions had been up. He’d heard that through the UFO watchers grapevine inside the military. The men always kept Sammie out of the loop as much as they could. She didn’t need to know the truth about aliens yet. Today, the truth had found them. No more denials or speculations for her. Aliens were real, and she’d have to believe it now.

As the group tried to out maneuver the larger vessel, Sammie’s voice cut through the static asking what the hell it was. Mason couldn’t answer. He had no idea if that ship was out to attack, abduct or observe. She didn’t need anyone to confirm it was a UFO.

A beam of light caught Sammie’s ship first. Why her? They were all about the same distance from the UFO. She wasn’t lagging behind at all. Mason worried about the aliens’ choice. Clearly observation wasn’t on the mission docket for the Keelons today. The beam pulled her ship in closer to the hull of the Keelon vessel. The others turned, without orders, and targeted what little weapons they had at the sourced of the beam and attacked. Mason joined them.

Sammie’s plane shook violently, and the Keelons beam cut out for a short time. As the men tried to radio her to see if she was injured, Mason found himself in knots. Nothing could happen to her. The men would never forgive themselves. It had nothing to do with the fact that she was the only woman in their squadron, but those reasons didn’t matter now. Mason had to keep it together for all of them.

Her radio stayed silent, but her plane was in the air. As she steered away from the Keelon vessel, another larger beam of light engulfed all four ships. The huge net momentarily stunned them all. Mason radioed for help from the base. They were under attack and possibly being taken prisoner.

Changing to the special Nevada frequency, he repeated his call for help in more detail. The odds of rescue weren’t very good. As the ships were drawn close to the UFO, a large door slid open. Mason tried to memorize it all. The details of Keelon vessels remained a mystery. Mason felt as if he were breathing a mist. The fog clouded his brain, and he shook his head for clarity.

Their crafts hovered just outside the Keelon ship’s entrance as Mason’s world went black. He had no regrets except one: Sammie had no idea how much she meant to the men. The Keelons had won this round, but Mason knew if his group lived, it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

* * * *

Sammie woke naked. Her head rested on a strong shoulder. Body heat surrounded her. As her eyes focused, she realized her other squadron members were with her and equally naked. Momentarily distracted by the view of their gorgeous bodies, muscled and trained by the Air Force, Sammie fought her attraction. Looking beyond the men, she saw they were locked up.

The room was small, with nothing in it. Not even a bench. It reminded her of a holding cell in a jail. The bars were set wide apart, however. Immediately, she tried to slip through and Mason called out to her.

A shock threw her back into the men. Dorian and Jonah caught her.

“We’re trapped,” she said.

“It’s okay.” Mason hugged her to him. “We’ll be fine. We’ll give them what they want.”

“They want?” Sammie felt the air change.

Six strong male hands were on her in a very intimate way. She pinched herself. It had to be a dream. Her fantasies were sort of like this. But she didn’t wake up. Instead, Mason kissed her. All the men had dark brown hair and brown eyes. They could be related. Dorian was bigger in sheer size. Mason was leaner and more commanding. Jonah was playful and flirty with a body every woman on the base drooled over. He loved to show it off.

She reached out and rubbed over muscle after muscle. Growing bold, she gripped Jonah’s cock; he was hard for her. They’d never once made a move in her direction. Forget that it was against Air Force regulations to get involved within your unit or with your superior, they’d been together so long she didn’t care about the rules. She loved them all, which was the crux of her problem. No one man showed more interest than the others, how could she choose?

Now, it seemed as though there was no problem at all. Dorian kissed her mouth, and she pressed her body to his massive form. He was hard, too. His cock was large and curved slightly. After all the years they’d worked together, she didn’t know everything about them. These details aroused her. Sammie wanted to learn every detail. She pushed Dorian toward the wall, but he guided her to the center of the small room.

Right the shocking walls. Her brain was muddled with sexual desire and something more she couldn’t explain. Maybe, they’d been drugged?

“Why are we locked up?” she asked.

“They want us to breed.” Jonah knelt between her legs and kissed her inner thighs.

“Breed?” She shook her head. “That’s crazy. We can’t do that. I won’t delay my career by being pregnant.”

“We can enjoy the practice” Mason leaned over and sucked her breasts.

She tried not to pull away. Always smallish in that area, she’d been called a teenage boy through most of school. If it weren’t for her hips, she could have passed for a scrawny young man in boot camp. Mason appeared thrilled with her chest and teased her nipples harder and harder.

The wetness between her legs grew, and she spread her stance. Jonah immediately buried his face in her cunt. Her knees almost buckled at the intimate attack. Dorian caught her, supporting her from behind. She rested her head on his chest as she grew accustomed to being feasted on sexually.

Dorian’s large cock rubbed against her ass, and she reached behind herself, stroking him. He groaned softly and leaned down to kiss her. Sammie pressed her clit to Jonah’s tongue and dug her fingernails into Mason’s scalp as she kissed Dorian. There was no way to resist men like this. She didn’t want to.

Sammie gasped as her feet left the floor. Dorian lifted her onto his cock. The ache of him stretching her pussy made her shiver. She wiggled her hips until she had every inch she could take. Now, Mason licked her clit. She thought she saw him darting down to suck Dorian’s balls, as well. The idea only aroused her more. Jonah cupped both of her breasts and squeezed them while his mouth claimed hers.

It wasn’t enough, not nearly. She tried to get free. Dorian lifted her off his cock, and Mason pulled her to the floor. On his back, Mason rubbed his cock as he fingered her pussy. Sammie watched his pulsing member and couldn’t resist. She sucked the tip as she rubbed his sac. If these men only knew what she dreamt of doing to them.

“Ride him.” Dorian pinched her ass.

Moaning, she had to agree it was the only option. Her pussy demanded release. They could play later, she hoped. Whoever held them captive wanted breeding. How the men knew that information, she had no idea. She also wasn’t sure what would happen if they refused to have sex. Dorian’s hands urged her onto Mason’s cock.

She rode him hard. Jonah offered her his cock to suck, and she was pacified for a bit. When Dorian smacked her ass gently to urge her on, she reached out and grabbed his large sac. Tugging him to her, she sucked the two cocks as her cunt held the third tightly. Mason’s hips snapped up to her as his hands gripped her hips. Her commander pulled her down onto him and rubbed her clit with his thumb. The added stimulation sent her into climax fast. Screaming, trembling and rocking, she held onto to the other men and let Mason do whatever he needed to join her in release.

His shouts finally mingled with hers. When his body relaxed, she looked up to find only Dorian above her. Sucking his cock, she looked around for Jonah. Then she felt his cock take Mason’s place. Moaning, she couldn’t believe her body truly craved all of this. All the sex she could handle sounded good in a dream. Was this really reality or something else?

Mason had her breasts. His teeth scored her nipples as if she needed to be aroused all over again. Sam gripped Dorian’s cock and looked up at him. “This is crazy.”