Taken By Two Aliens (Alien Scifi Menage Romance) (14 page)

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When Jessica woke up, she felt a thick, throbbing pain in her skull, a sour twisting lurch in her stomach.
Oh God, no more free drinks ever again. Never again.
The events of the night began to filter through her aching, foggy mind—up to the discovery of Banek being an alien, and falling asleep on the couch with him on the floor. For a terrified instant, Jessica tried to determine whether or not she was wearing clothes; she was. Opening her eyes barely a slit, she saw that she was still on the couch, sprawled on her side, sunlight pouring in. The glinting light stabbed daggers into her skull and she quickly closed her eyes again with a groan.

“Jessica?” She recognized Banek’s strange voice—quieter than she had heard it the entire previous night.

“Mmm,” she replied, unwilling to form words.

“I have something for you to drink,” Banek told her in the same quiet tone. “It will make you feel better—much better, and quickly.” Jessica nuzzled into the throw pillow she had grabbed at some point in her drunken sleep.

“No such thing as a hangover remedy. Time.” She heard Banek chuckle.

“You’re telling an alien from an advanced species that he can’t cure you?”

Jessica cautiously opened her eyes. In the morning light, Banek looked even stranger—his skin purple-tinged gray, his unearthly eyes with their metallic flecks even more astonishing. He held a cup of something she couldn’t identify.
Seriously, are you going to trust him? It’s probably a knockout drug. But he wouldn’t have needed a knockout drug last night, why would he use one now?
Jessica sat up uneasily.

“If this kills me or knocks me out…”

Banek chuckled again. “I promise it will not. Drink.” He handed her the cup. It smelled faintly fruity and looked like blue-tinged water. Shrugging, deciding that if she had trusted him with her drunken self, she might as well give him the courtesy with her hung-over self, Jessica knocked the concoction back. It tasted almost like apples, with mint and ginger flavors mixed in, and almost as soon as she had finished swallowing the last gulps, she began to feel better.

“I have no idea what that is,” Jessica said, smiling ruefully and shaking her head. “But it seems to be doing the trick. I guess I’ll know in a few hours if it was poison.”

Banek laughed, his unearthly, metallic-flecked eyes seeming to dance. “I wouldn’t poison you, Jessica. I want you to trust me.”

“So,” Jessica said after a moment of digesting that comment, sitting up more steadily on her couch. “You’re an alien. What exactly brings you to this backwater planet?”

Banek took the cup from her and set it on the side table, moving to sit down near her. “My people are looking for research subjects,” he said. Jessica felt a deep, cold chill run down her spine.

“Research?” she swallowed; suddenly her hangover was gone, but the nausea that had come with it returned.

“Entirely voluntary,” Banek said quickly. “We don’t abduct people.”

Jessica stared at him for a moment and then laughed. “Well, that’s good, I guess,” she said. “What kind of research are you doing?”

“We’re investigating human reproduction and female sexuality.” Jessica felt the blood rushing to her face as she blushed.

“Oh. Oh God. So then…you—oh God.” She shook her head. “You were interested in having sex with me all along!” The blood drained from Jessica’s face and then flooded back. “Are—do you—how do you even know—why women?”

Banek reached out and touched her shoulder with surprising gentleness. “We were hopeful that we could blend human genetics with ours, for increasing our own diversity.” He licked his lips. “As I researched, I became fascinated by the human concept of romance.”

Jessica’s face burned as her blush intensified. Suddenly so many strange things about Banek—his clothing, his demeanor, the offer to beat up her landlord and her boyfriend—started to make sense. “You read romance novels, didn’t you?”

Banek nodded, frowning slightly. “I’m starting to think that these led me astray,” he said.

Jessica scrubbed at her face.
What time is it
? she wondered. It felt as though it was far too early in the morning to be having the conversation she was. “Yes and no,” she said, glancing at Banek. “Romance fiction is…fantasy. It’s not—it’s sort of an ideal? But…” Jessica shrugged. “It’s not exactly a formula for real life.”

Banek seemed to consider her words for a long time. “And yet, you invited me to your apartment,” he pointed out.

Jessica laughed in spite of herself. “So I did,” she said, tilting her head back to look at the ceiling. “You have a point there.”

“Did you want to have sex with me?”

Jessica looked at Banek for a long time. Had she wanted to have sex with him? She couldn’t deny that in spite of the strangeness of his costume and hair and skin, she had found him attractive. She couldn’t deny either that she had assumed that Banek would make a move on her when they came back to her apartment. She had been so drunk; she wasn’t sure what her intentions were towards him.

“I kind of want to have sex with you more now than I did last night,” she admitted. Her lips twitched as she felt an embarrassed smile forming against her will. “I mean, how many people will get to say that they had sex with an alien?” Jessica frowned. “You—that was part of the plan, right? You weren’t like, going to ask me to have sex with a human guy in front of you or something.”

Banek shrugged. “Many of my other colleagues have had sex with human women—and it seems to me to be best to have first-hand experience.” He smiled slightly. “So I’m more attractive as an alien than as a romantic human man?”

“I don’t know whether it’s because you were actually pretty charming, or the thrill of it or what… but I have to admit, I’m kind of intrigued.” Jessica felt her heart beating faster at the prospect, curiosity filling her mind. What was Banek like underneath his clothes? She wondered if the sizable bulge she caught sight of in quick glances was indicative of what he really had anatomically—or if the tightness of his pants made it seem larger than it really was. Through her mind flitted a dozen random possibilities, ranging from moderate to absurd; he’d said some of his colleagues had sex with human women—so it must not be too different, right?

“You seem both excited and afraid,” Banek observed, watching her intently.

Jessica smiled wryly. “Well, look at it from my perspective; I’ve only just figured out you’re an alien as of last night. It’s a little…
daunting
.”

Banek stood in a quick, smooth movement that Jessica couldn’t help but admire. “Do you think you’d feel better if you knew what I looked like everywhere?”

Jessica opened her mouth slightly to start to reply and realized that her throat had gone dry; her words were slow to come. She swallowed and nodded. “I think—I think that might help.”
He’s probably seen plenty of naked women. How many naked alien men have I seen? None. It’s only fair for him to strip first.

Banek began to unbutton his shirt slowly, his lips twitching in amusement. Jessica watched, unable to tear her eyes away, as a smooth expanse of purple-gray skin was revealed inch by inch. Banek didn’t seem to have body hair at all—and in fact, now that she thought about it, he didn’t even have eyebrows, or even the suggestion of stubble on his cheeks or chin. Banek tossed his shirt onto the floor and brought his hands to the front of his pants, and Jessica’s breath caught in her throat. Her heart beat faster and faster as he unbuttoned and unzipped the fly of his tight pants before tugging the fabric down over his hips.

Jessica’s eyes widened; apparently—though she wasn’t sure how Banek had made the choice—the alien male had decided that briefs were the appropriate underwear. As he stepped out of the pants, Jessica’s eyes took in the enormous bulge straining at the thin fabric of his underwear.
So it’s not just the tight pants that make him look huge. Good to know.
Her heart beat faster and faster in her chest and Jessica’s desire was tinged with instinctive apprehension. Banek hooked his fingers in the elastic waist of his briefs, and in one quick movement, he had them off. Jessica’s mouth fell open at the sight of what she had to assume were his genitals—though she realized at the same time that she could be totally wrong.  Banek’s cock stood proudly erect and improbably large—comically large. Ridged, with what looked like almost bumps along the shaft, it was strange and familiar at the same time, and for a long moment all Jessica could do was stare.

“Uh,” she said finally. “You’re certain that you can fit that inside of me?”

“Well, according to my colleagues,” he said, moving a little closer to her, “with the proper preparations, not only does it fit—but it feels very good.” Banek paused and smiled slowly. “Would you like to touch me?”

Jessica licked her lips; in spite of her initial apprehension—almost fear—she had to admit that she was more than a little curious; she could feel herself already warming up, her fluids starting to flow. “Okay, yeah,” she said, nodding.

Somehow she couldn’t take her gaze off of Banek’s cock. A dozen questions flitted through her mind, concerning just how Banek’s race reproduced, what the women looked like, and how the mechanics played out. Banek stepped closer until he was inches away from her, and Jessica brought her hands up, reaching out to wrap them around his member. She touched him tentatively at first, stroking up and down, feeling the ridges bumping along the palms of her hands as they moved. Her body heated up as she thought almost involuntarily about how it would feel inside of her, moving deeper and deeper. Jessica began to stroke Banek more quickly, losing her shyness as she became more and more turned on.

Banek made a sound like a moan, his body moving, hips thrusting forward, pushing his cock into her touches. After a few moments, Jessica was shocked as Banek abruptly stepped back, shuddering slightly. She looked up in disappointment and concern, and saw the intent lust in his eyes. “That—that is sufficient, I think,” Banek said, smiling slightly. “Now I want to see
you.
”

Jessica had forgotten completely that she was still fully dressed. She laughed, shaking her head—not to tell Banek no, but in amusement at her own distraction.

Jessica stood up unsteadily, her body humming with desire. Banek sank down onto her couch and Jessica stepped back, feeling oddly self-conscious as she tugged her tee shirt up along her waist slowly, peeling it past her ribs. She turned her back to Banek as she pulled the fabric over her head, casting it aside, revealing her bra underneath. Jessica reached around to her back, unhooking her bra and letting it loosen against her skin. She turned around once more to face Banek, sliding the straps down over her arms, and let the garment fall to her feet. Banek was watching her intently—his expression a mixture of scientific curiosity and outright lust—and Jessica felt herself blushing again. She found the zipper on her skirt by touch, unable to tear her gaze away from Banek, and tugged it down.

Jessica watched Banek watching her as she slithered out of her skirt, standing before him briefly in nothing more than her panties. Her heart was racing, and in spite of her nervousness she could feel her pussy becoming wetter and wetter, her body heating up. She took a deep breath to calm her apprehension and hooked her fingers in the delicate fabric, tugging it down carefully over her hips. She let the lace fall down from her knees and stepped out of it, trembling slightly as Banek drank in the sight of her fully exposed body. “You look beautiful, Jessica,” Banek said, his voice almost breathless with what Jessica thought was almost certainly desire. “May I touch you?”

“Yes,” Jessica said, lust fogging her mind; she wanted nothing more than to feel Banek’s hands all over her, to feel him inside of her. Apprehension at the size of his cock, at the fact that he was not even the same species, evaporated in the rising need she felt.  She stepped closer to Banek, and he reached out, his hands finding her hips as he continued to stare at her breasts, the flat plane of her abdomen, down between her legs. He caressed her all over slowly, bringing his hands up to cup her small, perky breasts, tickling along her ribs to glide down between her legs. His fingertips brushed along her slick folds, sending a jolt through Jessica’s body that made her shiver.

Banek’s fingers worked down between her labia, stroking and rubbing lightly. “I know there’s a place,” Banek murmured softly, almost to himself; he added a remark in a strange language that Jessica couldn’t even have begun to understand as his fingers slipped and slid. He found her clit by touch and Jessica moaned as he began swirling his fingertips around the nub, sending crackling impulses of electricity dancing along her nerves. Her body swayed and her hips moved as if with a mind of her own while Banek stroked her, making her wetter and wetter, turning her on more and more.

Banek’s other hand wandered everywhere, sliding up to cup her breast, his fingertips pinching and rolling her nipple, sending even more pleasure coursing through Jessica’s body as she squirmed and writhed, twisting her hips for better contact and arching into his touch. Her fluids began to flow more steadily as he worked her, exploring her body, and Jessica found it more and more impossible to think as sensations tingled through her. Banek drew her closer, bringing her face down close to his, and Jessica started as her lips brushed against his, shivering as Banek quickly moved to deepen the kiss, his fingers continuing to work her pussy. One thick, long finger slid inside of her and Jessica moaned against Banek’s lips. He probed and explored her, his fingertip rubbing along her inner walls, stroking her inside out even as his thumb swirled around her clit.