Sasha's Story: How to Find a Mate the Hard Way (Alien Erotica) (2 page)

Did it disgust you?

“What do they want from us?” she asked instead of answering him. No way in hell was she going to verbalize her reaction.

I am not certain. Are they studying behavior? Genetics?
Are they experimenting with cross-species breeding? I do not know. They have presented me with many females but never one of my own species.

Sasha
froze, staring at his shape in the tube. They’d presented him with many females…and they’d wanted her to see. To let her know what she was in for? “Oh my god, you’re supposed to
fuck me?”
she nearly shrieked, spinning in place and searching with mindless panic for an exit she knew wasn’t there.

You are upset.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him approaching the transparent barrier. “No shit!” she yelled, pacing the center of her cell without looking at him. “I was drugged, kidnapped, locked up. Now I find out I’m supposed to get raped by some scaly alien! Hell
yes,
I’m upset!”

I would never hurt you. And I will not touch you without your consent.

Her feet slowed and she glanced at him uncertainly. His glorious eyes swirled with slow, hypnotic color, watching her with reassuring calm. “Even if I believed you…do you have that choice? If we’re their experiment, wouldn’t they force us?”

He shook his head.
I have had females refuse me. I would not touch them and they were removed, never to be presented again.

She chewed on the inside of her cheek,
studying him. “But are you the only male? How do you know they weren’t, um,
presented
to someone else who doesn’t care about consent?”

He glanced away with a vertical wrinkle in his brow that might have been a frown.
I know there are other males. If any females were forced, they did not say.

“Awesome,” Sasha groaned, slumping to sit with her face in her hands.
“How the hell do we get
out
of here?”

I have found no way.

“Are you looking?” she said dryly, dropping her hands to meet his eyes again with a sardonic lift of her eyebrow. “You seemed pretty damned happy to do what they want a few minutes ago.”

He tilted his head, eyes studying her face a moment before sliding
his gaze down the rest of her body. He lifted a hand and pressed his palm to the barrier, black tongue sneaking out in a quick flicker as if testing the air between them. The sight of it, thick and forked, made her shiver. Though his expression didn’t change, she got the distinct impression he’d rather be touching her than the transparent wall and she grew warm again, skin tingling.

I enjoy Mas’areem. She is…
energetic. I am called Ocen Til Beltak Shrivket. May I know your name?

“Sasha,” she said absently,
frowning at the heat rising in her body. Were they pumping some kind of aphrodisiac in the air? Or was this part of his mental mojo, kick-starting her libido when sex should be the last thing on her mind? Just looking at this intriguing male was turning her on, fingertips tingling with the sudden urge to know what his scaled skin felt like, to test the hardness of those muscles, to wrap around those magnificent cocks…

She blinked, realizing those heavy, twin appendages were growing, rising to bump against the barrier
like they were knocking to come in. And was that a third smaller cock above them…?

Sasha looked away quickly, feeling her cheeks sting with a hot blush and her nipples tighten almost painfully. Her pussy throbbed, slick fluid leaking between swollen lips to dampen her panties.

Sasha.
His mental voice almost purred her name with deep satisfaction.
You respond to me.

She couldn’t very well deny it with her nipples standing erect and pointing at him demandingly
through her shirt, her skin damp and flushed, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. She shifted and smelled her own arousal, a warm, tangy scent that sent another flush of heat down her body. “This isn’t normal,” she declared in alarm. “Did they give me something while I was out?”

I do not know. I have not spent time with humans. Are you saying this is not a normal reaction for a female of your species?

“For a cock-hungry bitch in heat maybe,” she muttered under her breath, looking everywhere but at him. “Not my normal, though.” At least, not until she was naked and squirming under a guy. Never before when she was fully dressed, hadn’t even been touched, and was somebody’s prisoner.

Have no fear,
he said soothingly.
I would not touch you unless you consented with your whole self.

Small comfort when at least half of her self was moaning to be mounted.
For the life of her, she couldn’t get the ruthless drive of his hips out of her mind. Every time she pictured it, everything in her loosened and her channel spasmed with need. The thinking part of her might reject it but her primitive side wished desperately that it had been her spread out under him, filled utterly with those silky-looking organs, taking everything he had to give.

Sasha.
His mental voice had a strange ache in it and she glanced at him curiously. His forehead was pressed to the barrier next to his hand, eyes closed. His other clawed hand was wrapped around both cocks in a tight grip, dragging up their length in a slow glide that made her mouth dry and kicked her heart into a sprint. They looked like tent poles, ridged and pulsing.
I would give you all that and more, if you let me.

Sasha jumped to her feet and backed into the opposite wall. “Whoa, you can see what I’m thinking?” Of course he could. He was a telepath.
How embarrassing. “Stop looking in my head,” she blurted.

He opened his eyes, gaze locking with hers. His hand didn’t stop its slow masterful stroke.
Your mind is so clear, so vivid. I could almost feel it. How could you want so fiercely and not seek relief? You see what you have done to me.

Her mouth moved but no sound came out, eyes dropping inevitably to that slow stroking hand, to his pulsing meat. A clear fluid seeped from a slit at the end of each cock, forming a quivering drop that cried out for her tongue. Her mouth flooded with saliva, the sudden desire to ta
ste him nearly overwhelming her, to swirl her tongue around that fascinating bulb at the end, to feel him filling her mouth.

Yes, Sasha. Please.
His voice was a hot groan, scalding her mind.

He’d seen that, too.
She whirled, pressing her damp face against the cool wall. “G-get out of my head,” she panted, shocked and furious at her own response. They had to have given her something. This enormous, mindless lust had to be drug-induced. But she’d be damned if she’d give them the satisfaction of falling meekly in line with their plans. Whatever those plans were. She had sex when
she
wanted, not at the command of some faceless kidnappers and an insatiable snake man.
“Out,”
she snarled.

Silence. She refused to look, listening to her rapid breathing and trying to think about nothing at all.
Seconds stretched into minutes. Her breathing slowed, skin dried, body cooled. After a while, she slipped her arms in her jumpsuit sleeves and zipped it up again, still not looking into the other cell. Her slavering libido whined to know if he’d finished himself off, but she was angry enough to resist finding out.

Minutes gathered into hours. That odd shelf reappeared laden with food and drink. This time she didn’t need a command written on the wall to dig in. She was hungry and thirsty enough not to care if it was spiked.
Since she felt the same afterward, she assumed it hadn’t been drugged.

On exploring her cell, she discovered it responded to her touch in specific places, a bed dropping out of the wall, a sanitizing tube appearing in the corner, a waste receptacle emerging next to the tube.
Many of these objects seemed to be made of the wall material itself, as if it was morphing to suit her needs. She ran her hands over every surface, looking for other functions, especially an exit. No such luck. No convenient doorways, no windows, no vents or closets with access panels.

She finally gave up with a d
ejected sigh and sat on the bed, glimpsing the transparent barrier out of the corner of her eye. She’d done her best not to look but had occasionally caught sight of her neighbor in some mundane activity, eating, exercising, pacing slowly along the clear barrier. He watched her but didn’t speak in her mind, though she had no idea if he was still rummaging around inside her head like a peeping tom.

She was just starting to think about sleep and wondering how she could with that well-lit ceiling on full power when movement in the next cell caught her eye. Her
neighbor’s front wall rippled, disgorging a person into his cell before reforming solidly.

At first, Sasha wondered if this was one of the kidnappers and tensed, studying the figure. Tall and slender, bipedal, way too many fingers with way too many joints undulating like kelp, skin translucent and shimmering, body hai
rless and sex indeterminate.

Then her reptilian cellmate stepped toward his guest, dicks rising to bob an enthusiastic welcome, and Sasha sighed.
Another fuck-fest. Great.

The light over her head began to dim, startling her. She looked up, watching the ceiling’s glow fade to black with distant relief. Maybe she could sleep now. Except the show next door was still fully illuminated
…and absolutely magnetic.

He didn’t
mount this one with the rough dominance he’d shown the last female. Instead they stroked one another, slow and seductive, hands moving with easy, luxurious pleasure. He didn’t seem to mind that this creature had no breasts or any visible orifice that Sasha could see. She didn’t know if it was even female but it responded to his touch as if every inch of flesh was an erogenous zone, writhing under his hands and claws, mouth and tongue.

Sasha was fascinated by that black, flickering appendage, wondering if it was rough or smooth, cool or hot.
Wondering how it would feel on her own flesh, coiling around her nipples, sliding over her clit, wriggling inside her aching pussy…

She gasped,
hips jerking involuntarily at the vivid image. She knew she shouldn’t be watching, knew they were just trying to inflame her, make her give in. But she couldn’t tear her eyes away this time, hand sneaking to her zipper under the cover of the dark. Later she’d realize they’d darkened her cell on purpose, to give her the illusion of privacy, the illusion of freedom.

At that moment, watching his muscles bunch smooth and slow, watching his cocks slide in and out between
the being’s pressed thighs, Sasha knew only that she was on fire and whatever resistance she may have had was long gone. She didn’t think; she only acted, pushing regrets and recriminations off until later.

She shrugged her jumpsuit off, wriggling it out from under her rear. Her breasts felt full and oversensitive when she palmed them through her shirt and she groaned softly, massaging them with gentle fingers, capturing her hard nipples between her fingers with a slow squeeze. Her hips jerked again at the exquisite pleasure and she growled low in her throat, arc
hing her back to thrust her breasts into her hands, eyes still riveted to the scene in the next room.

The translucent, multi-jointed fingers of the creature quested over scaled skin with mesmerizing slow grace, as if every motion was filled with ecstasy. One of those hands found the reptilian’s working ass, cupping and urging him on before those long fingers slide in his crack.
Sasha watched a shudder pass through him and whimpered, shoving her hand into her panties with a hot and desperate need.

His rhythm increased perceptibly, clawed hands moving with more urgency over that smooth, glassy body.
The creature’s long torso bowed, head tipping back as if in the throes of unimaginable bliss. Sasha urgently parted her dripping folds and thrust two fingers inside, crying out at the sharp stab of pleasure, shockingly close to orgasm already. Hissing through clenched teeth, she rode her own fingers, grinding down on her hand desperately and tugging on her nipple.

When she saw his claws
dig into the creature’s hips, his movements suddenly jerky and wild, a fire exploded in her center, rushing outward like an obliterating storm.

Yes, Sasha, yesss, cum with me…

She squealed, body convulsing with the force of her orgasm, pussy clamping down on her fingers and rippling with pleasure. With a sob, she rocked, riding the receding waves of glorious sensation as she watched fluid jet from between the thighs of his lover, hitting the wall and sliding down in a gleaming stream.

Then she leaned on one arm, panting to catch her breath, watching t
he two slowly part. The being cupped his face in its hands, resting its forehead against his. He mirrored the movement and the two of them stood quietly for a long moment. Then the translucent being lifted its head and took a graceful step backwards into the wall. It rippled around the person, drawing her/him out and solidifying once again.

The male stretched with slow, obvious satisfaction and turned, eyes raking across the barrier. Sasha started, realizing she was half-dressed with her hand between her thighs. The movement twitched her fingers deliciously inside her and she muffled a moan, staring at him wide-eyed.
But he didn’t seem to see her, though she would swear he had a smile on his face. He sauntered to the back wall, activated his bed, and flopped onto it, hands behind his head in a strangely familiar pose of male complacency.