Saved By Alien Love (Sci-Fi Alien Romance) (14 page)

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She had no idea how long she had been sleeping when she awoke this time. But, she woke to the sound of voices nearby. She tried to remain still to avoid alerting the speakers to her state of consciousness.

“You see why I had to leave now don't you,” she heard the familiar voice say.

“No, I really don't Ny-len. We brought her here for a purpose. And if you're already up to the task, why postpone it? Why not take her now?” a second voice responded.

“Take me where?” Rachel wondered.

She hadn't the slightest clue what was going on. She dared to open her eyes just a little to peek at the scene before her. But she closed them again quickly as the pair turned and began heading in her direction. She focused on her breathing, keeping it steady like she were still fast asleep. She nearly jumped when she felt a hand touch the soft skin of her thigh, but forced herself to remain still. The hand slid down her thigh and then back up, stopping less than an inch away from her pussy.

“I can certainly see why you're ready for this Ny-len,” the other voice continued. The voice was so near she was certain it was this one that currently had his hand on her thigh.

“You know I don't want it to be like that,” Ny-len responded.

“But, you can feel the energy coming from her as well. You know that she was responding to you. I could practically smell her arousal from the other room, Ny-len,” the voice continued in such a logical tone.

“No!” Rachel screamed silently. How in the world could they possibly know how her body had been responding? She couldn't understand herself why the strange and beautiful alien creature had her so aroused. As if her body could sense him yet again, she was already beginning to feel that same throbbing she had felt before.

And then the hand on her thigh was moving again, gliding in one swift sweep up over her hip, her waist. Rachel gritted her teeth against the arousal coursing through her. Fingers circled around her tits and then continued down the center of her stomach to move slowly over her fabric-covered clit.

“Oh my God!” Rachel thought.

She couldn't believe it. She could have sworn it was a hand that had been moving across her body, but all of a sudden, the object over her clit began to vibrate. She sat up abruptly, forgetting that she had been trying to maintain the appearance of sleep. She was wide awake, but the heat spreading throughout her body must have been clouding her vision. It looked like it was a hand that rested against her clit, and it was vibrating! And it didn't stop just because Rachel was sitting up, staring back at him. It was not Ny-len, but the other human-like creature in the room. He pressed his fingers more firmly against her clit and the vibrations suddenly increased. Rachel moaned loudly and her head rolled back in pleasure.

She knew this was wrong, and she should resist; scream, claw, jump off the table...but then the vibrations increased even more. Within seconds Rachel's body was writhing on the cold, smooth surface beneath her, and she began to cum with the vibrating fingers pressed hard against her clit. She collapsed back on the table, and Ny-len pushed the other figure's hand away from her body.

“You see,” said the figure. “She wants it. Even now, in the aftermath of her orgasm, she is not resisting. She is drawn to you, and so much so that with you here, her body is happy to accept me as well,” he explained.

Keeping her eyes closed, Rachel tossed what the stranger said around in her mind for a moment. She had just cum right there before two strangers—to vibrating fingers! And as much as she knew she should resist, she wanted more. She was so embarrassed by her wanton behavior, but still she stayed where she was.

“You don't have to complete the task just yet. But let her body get used to what you can do to it. Look at her, Ny-len, sense her, smell her. You know her body wants this,” the stranger urged.

Ny-len was too aroused to walk away this time. But he wouldn't take things too far just yet. He wanted to see for himself how Rachel would respond to him. He looked down at her; she was laying back but her knees were bent. Instead of touching her, he spoke.

“Will you stretch out your legs for me, Rachel? Lay flat on the table?” he queried softly.

She knew without a doubt that she should refuse. There was absolutely no way she should be agreeing to Ny-len's request, but she did, as her eyes opened to gaze into his hooded eyes.

What was wrong with her?

“That's it, Rachel. God, you look incredible spread out before me like this,” he spoke in awe. “I want to touch you now, Rachel. Will you let me touch you?” he asked.

Again, she didn't know why but she nodded her consent as part of her screamed at her to stop this. She was humiliating herself. Did she want to be known forever as a whore? Ny-len used one hand to slowly pull down the waist of her shorts just enough to expose her clit. He placed his fingers there, where his brother's fingers had been just a moment ago. He rubbed slowly for a moment, watching the response in her eyes. And then the vibrations began again, gentle at first and then with increasing speed and intensity.

“Oh God, Yes!” her depraved mind screamed to her.

If this is what being a whore felt like, then yes. She wanted to be a whore! Rachel's back arched off the table, her hips writhed and she stifled her screams with her hand. She began to cum, and this time even more violently than the first, her body bucking wildly against Ny-len's vibrating fingers. He removed his hand from her body and returned the waistband of Rachel's shorts to where it had rested prior. But this time, Rachel did not squeeze her eyes closed in humiliation. She stared back at Ny-len as the aftershocks of her orgasm spread through her, confused and desperately trying to figure out what was wrong with her.

The look on his face turned fierce as he fought to hold back his own desire. It scared Rachel enough to shake her out of her horny stupor. She quickly scurried away to the other end of the table and nearly fell off in her haste. Ny-len was there, moving as a blur before her eyes to prevent her fall. And then he was dashing out of the room as he had before.

The other stranger let his eyes roam over Rachel's body one more time, and then he followed Ny-len out the door, leaving Rachel alone once again. She had to try to escape, but she had no idea how. The door didn't work, and aside from the table she had found herself on this morning, there was nothing else in the room. Just walls and floor, and no sign of a trap door anywhere. So she sat there. What else could she do?

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She was on her feet and backing away the moment the door slid open again. Ny-len entered first and walked straight over to where Rachel stood.

“I do not want you to fear me, Rachel. I will explain to you why you're important now so perhaps you will understand what is happening. Sit, please,” Ny-len motioned for her to take a seat.

“And I hope you will understand why we brought you here. As I told you, my species has been warring for some time, and we live substantially shorter life spans than your species,” he began.

“We are, however, far more technologically advanced in many ways. Every time a new weapon is invented to give us the upper hand, it takes our enemy such little time to make something to counteract our advance.”

Ny-len continued, “We were watching you, Rachel, because we were able to identify your particular genetic makeup, and it is rare. It is also compatible with our own genetics, meaning we can produce offspring together; offspring that will live longer than my species, giving them a real chance at ending this war. You see, even though we live substantially shorter lifespans, my species does not mature any faster than yours—slower even perhaps. And until they are fully grown, they are easily injured. We cannot very well send our children out into battle. What stitches could repair for your species, there would be no hope for the young ones of mine. So, you see, the majority of my species cannot fight. Those young ones who have been brave enough to try...well...they never come back to us. We need a stronger force of allies who will live many years; who are not so easily extinguished.”

“There can be no more passing the responsibility of the battle from one generation to the next. We spend our entire time as children hiding, running. Think of it Rachel, an entire planet of young ones who spend their years scared, not knowing whether they will live to see tomorrow. And even if they do, eventually, they will have no choice but to stand at the front of the line, battling the enemy in one way or another. And regardless of how scared they are or how unfair life has been to them, they will stand there to try to protect the next generation of young ones.”

“Oh, we had contemplated seriously for some time, banning the right to procreate. We thought that it would perhaps be kinder to let our species die out, rather than to create new lives only to subject them to a terrifying youth and an inescapable early death.” 

“The blending of our species will create a generation of warriors; intelligent beings who are strong, who can fight, who will live long enough to see the end of war, and a new age of peace on my planet. One solid force that will see a plan through and triumph over our enemy,” Ny-len concluded passionately.

“And what happens to this new 'blended species' when your war is over?” Rachel had gotten caught up in Ny-len's compelling story once again, and her role in all of it escaped her mind momentarily.

“They will, of course, enjoy the peace of our planet. They will live among us, mate with my species, and eventually, there will be one, blended species. It is a good thing, Rachel. These offspring will maintain the enhanced intelligence, the talents that my species possesses, but will incorporate the benefits that your species offers, as well: the strength and vitality among your species' young ones; your longevity.”

“And you will play a part in this, making an eternal difference in the world, isn't that what you wanted? What difference does it make which world you leave your legacy? You will conceive and bear the first,” Ny-len finished, looking certain the Rachel would see the logic in his argument.

“You want me to breed for you?!?” Rachel asked incredulously, remembering why she had been brought here.

“Oh, I promise you, Rachel. You will enjoy the process very much. As you've seen, my species can do many things that yours cannot,” he explained huskily.

Rachel gulped loudly. The heat in Ny-len's eyes was doing strange things to her body again, making her wetter than before and desperate for more than something vibrating against her clit.

His brother had been right. Ny-len could see it in her eyes; he could sense the change in her body; he could smell the wetness between her legs. This compulsion he felt toward a potentially successful mate was powerful, and it was obvious that Rachel was feeling the same innate compulsion.

Ny-len's brother, Rogue, came through the door in the next moment. And within seconds, Ny-len could sense the increase in Rachel's arousal; Rogue must also have the potential for creating a successful offspring with this woman. And he knew instinctively that she was so overwhelmed that she didn't have the will to fight. Her body would have no desire for anything but pleasure now. This is when it must happen. But, without a doubt, he would make sure it was an incredible experience.

“Stand up, Rachel,” Ny-len instructed softly.

And he had been right in his assessment of her state of arousal. She hesitated for just a moment, but ultimately what her pussy wanted won out, and she stood before him.

“Take off your clothes,” he murmured huskily.

And she did. Rachel hooked her fingers into the hem of her shirt and slid it slowly over her head, letting her tits spring free to the brothers' view. She dropped the shirt on the ground and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. She slid them down her thighs slowly, bending to slip the shorts over her calves and off her feet. She stood before them nearly nude, just a single scrap of fabric remaining. When she didn't immediately strip off the thong, Rogue, spoke up.

“That too, Rachel. We want to see every inch of your beautiful, naked body.”

Without hesitation, she used her thumbs to slip them off and then stood. Somewhere in her hormone-addled brain, that nagging voice tried to halt her descent into depravity, but the fire setting her pussy ablaze spoke louder.

The alien men walked toward her, both intent on making this woman scream in pleasure like never before and only then seeking their own sweet release. Ny-len's hands came up to cup Rachel's tits. He squeezed gently to gauge her response, and when she sighed, he squeezed more firmly, forcing a moan to escape from Rachel's lips. Rogue moved behind Rachel and began running his hands along her hips, her waist, her thighs, driving her wild by avoiding the one place she longed to be touched. Ny-len squeezed her nipples and when the action elicited an even louder moan from Rachel, he squeezed harder and his fingers began to vibrate, enhancing the naughty sensation.

And then Ny-len released the illusion he had cast, and he was suddenly naked before Rachel, the brilliant red markings tattooed his entire body, even the enormous cock that stood rock hard, and just an inch away from her smooth, firm stomach. Rachel's breath caught in her throat; an artist's masterpiece.

“You're beautiful,” she whispered in awe.

She could see, now that he stood so near, that the markings were slightly raised, adding a unique texture to the skin covering his body. And when she looked closely at the markings, she could see that this is where the light from him originated. While solid red from any sort of distance, up close the markings were peppered with thousands of tiny, glittering lights. The further one moved away from him, the more the light appeared to radiate from his body. And the flickering was like a pulse, but rather than increasing in speed like a human pulse would do in response to stimulation, his lights flickered brighter instead.

Without thought, her hands reached out to trail along the markings covering his muscled chest. When her hands began to follow the raised tattoos downward, Ny-len gritted his teeth against the rush of sensation. All the while, Rogue's hands continued to move over Rachel's body, finally reaching around from behind to her clit.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed.

There was no slow warm-up this time. As soon as Rogue made contact with her clit, his fingers began to vibrate unlike anything she'd experienced before. The sensation was almost too much, and her body bucked forward, pressing her stomach against Ny-len's dick. Rogue's other hand caught her hip to hold her still, trapping her clit against his fingers and sending her spiraling into another orgasm instantly. She screamed, and Ny-len leaned forward to capture her scream with his mouth. His tongue pressed against her lips and she opened to accept him, her tongue darting out to meet his.

Even as her orgasm began to subside, she could feel her body stirring again as Rogue's fingers moved to slide back and forth along her slit, using light vibrations that teased gently. A moment later he parted her lips wide, holding them open as he looked up meaningfully at his brother.

If Ny-len wanted to be the first to penetrate this woman, Rogue was giving him the chance now, or else he would take the opportunity. Ny-len's fingers came out fast, and without warning, he plunged them deep inside her pussy, thrusting in and out fast. Rachel began to moan, her back arching against Rogue. And then the fingers within her began to change shape right there inside her. As Ny-len continued to thrust, he transformed his fingers into a phallus shape to simulate a cock fucking her pussy.

“Oh my God!” Rachel cried out.

She had no idea how these exquisite alien creatures could change in such extraordinary ways. And then, as if to emphasize her thought, the cock shape plunging in and out of her began to vibrate. Rachel screamed at the incredible sensation and arched further, instinctively trying to provide Ny-len with even greater access to her pussy. He thrust faster and increased the level of vibration to near-unbearable once again, pressing hard against her G-spot—that tiny, elusive area of flesh. Rachel could feel the pressure suddenly begin to mount in a way she'd never experienced before, and she immediately fought the urge that rose within her.

“Don't fight it, Rachel,” Ny-len whispered.

She did her best to comply, and just as the pressure became unbearable, she started to cum hard, screaming as she experienced an orgasm unlike any other. Her pussy was soaking wet; her thighs, the floor—everything was wet.

Without a moment to recover, Ny-len had removed his hand from her pussy and Rogue had his hands on her shoulders, pressing her down to the ground gently. Once on her knees, he knelt behind her and pushed forward against her lower back. Rachel was on all fours, her pussy in the air, and Rogue's dick poised to enter. He teased her slit with his vibrating cock before thrusting forward, shoving every inch deep inside her. He remained still for a moment, and as he did, Rachel could feel his dick change shape, increasing in girth to fill her entirely. And then he began to move, slowly at first and then erratically.

“Your pussy is the most amazing thing I've ever fucked, Rachel,” Rogue whispered harshly.

Ny-len knelt in front of Rachel to get a better view. The moment she saw his tattooed dick, rock hard in front of her face, she opened wide and sheathed him with her mouth. She took in every inch she could until his cock pressed against the back of her throat and then let him slide out until only the tip of him remained inside her mouth. She used her tongue to tease the tip before sheathing his cock again, over and over, as Rogue continued to fuck her hard from behind. Rachel could feel yet another orgasm building within her, and her movements became frantic, sucking Ny-len's cock harder, shoving back against Rogue to meet his every thrust.

Ny-len gritted his teeth and used every ounce of strength he possessed to force his mind to think logically for just a moment. He wasn't ready for this to be over, and as wonderful as Rachel's mouth felt around his cock, this was not where he would have to spill his seed if he wanted his plan to become a reality. And he wanted the offspring—the fruition of his idea—to be his own, so he had to prevent Rogue from being the one to cum deep inside her.

He withdrew his cock from her mouth and shot his brother a meaningful glance, reminding him about the plan. Rogue nearly couldn't stop himself, so caught up in the pleasure of Rachel's pussy, but he would not deny Ny-len what he had sought after for so long. Rogue knew that of the handful of potential matches they watched on the planet, his brother had been particularly fond of this one, and the draw Ny-len felt toward her suggested it might just be the best match possible.   

He groaned aloud, but withdrew himself from her, leaving Rachel on all fours, empty and desperate for the alien cocks that could do things to her that no human ever could. She looked up at Ny-len without moving from her position.

“Please,” she began, but she didn't need to finish her sentence.

Ny-len was already laying down on the floor next to Rachel, and Rogue had his hands beneath her arms, lifting her from her position to straddle her across his brother. Ny-len's cock poised to enter her, Rogue pushed down firmly on her shoulders, forcing every inch of his brother’s cock deep in her pussy. Rogue held her still for a moment, refusing to let her begin the instinctual ride up and down that her body longed for. Ny-len's cock changed within her, fitting and filling her perfectly. She had never felt so full before, and the feeling was mind-blowing.

Rogue released his hold on her and Rachel's body began to move of its own volition, sliding up and down slowly at first and then with increasing vigor. Her tits bounced in front of Ny-len's eyes and he reached out to squeeze them. He pressed her tits together firmly with one hand as the other morphed into the phallus-like shape once again. It slid in between her tits, sheathed tightly. Rachel had never felt a cock between her tits before, and she loved the naughty sensation of it.