Romance: Military Romance: Protected by the SEAL (Contemporary Hero Bad Boy Navy SEAL Romance) (New Adult BBW Alpha Male Virgin Protector Short Stories) (15 page)

If Raben had any idea that Rosy and his son were meeting in the night times, he gave no sign. He probably didn’t care, Rosy decided. As far as she could tell, the two men weren’t very close. One night, Elion gave an opinion as to why that was. They were sitting in her bedroom, as they did every night. Only now they were holding hands and watching the moonlight that shimmered across the ceiling. Elion’s hand tightened in hers.

“He is a bad man,” Elion said. “His wife is not my mother. My mother died when I was young. I take after her more than him. After she died, my father wouldn’t talk to me. He blamed me, because I looked like her. So he ignored me. He let me fend for myself, scavenge for food and water. I tried to transfer to data, but I had no money and knew no hackers. And so I was stuck in this physical form with a man who hated me. Soon, he remarried and begot more children. I don’t think he ever sees me now.”

“I’m sorry,” Rosy muttered.

“It is not your fault,” Elion said. “And anyway, he is nasty to you.”

“It’s not that bad,” Rosy lied. “I’m getting used to it.”

“You should not have to get used to something so atrocious.”

But despite Elion’s words of comfort, he never actually
did
anything to stop what was happening. When she saw him in the day, if people were around, he would barely acknowledge her. If people weren’t around he would sneak her water or food or
g’luf
, to make her day’s tasks a little easier. They really came alive in the night time when they met, but even that was bittersweet; Rosy knew that tomorrow it would all start over again.

It was a hard topic to bring up with Elion, but one night (a couple of nights after he told her about his mother) she forced herself to. “Elion,” she said. “Why can’t you do anything to stop your father from using me like he does?”

Elion looked at her with what she thought were sad eyes. She flinched from his gaze. The last thing she wanted was to be pitied. She
couldn’t
be pitied, because then she might be tempted to self-pity, and if she began that she would lose all hope. But then she began to take comfort in his gaze. It turned from pity to empathy, a look of joint suffering. “I wish I could,” Elion said. “And perhaps I will, once I sort something out. But right now I do not know what to do. My father may not look it, but he is a powerful man. With one dialing he can have dozens of armed guards in here. But I do
hate
it, Rosy. Please do not think I am apathetic. I hate the way he treats you.”

Rosy let the matter drop when she realized she wasn’t going to get any solid succor from Elion. The words were nice, they were comforting, but they didn’t actually
change
anything. And the next day, when she woke up, she was right back in the same routine, being bossed around by Flybesh, made to count the corn-like plants over a half-mile stretch of land. The tasks they gave her were never productive, and she realized she was less of a house slave and more of a house jester. As far as Rosy could tell, Raben’s wife did all the actual housework; Rosy was just there for amusement.

But he didn’t know about the goggles and gloves, and that always brought her back to Earth, no matter what was happening on this hellish little corner of Ka-ta. As long as she had the goggles and gloves, and her nighttime meetings with Elion, she thought she could survive.

And then one night Elion came to her with a request, a request that should have offended her more than anything she’d ever heard. She should have been disgusted, revolted. She should have hated him more than his father. She should have told him to get away from her. She should have thrown the goggles and gloves at his head and screamed at him to leave. She should have run away.

But she did none of these things. Instead, she listened. And as she listened, she began to feel something rise within her, something she hadn’t felt since that night he’d touched her.

She began to turn away from the dark of fear and loathing, and toward the light of pleasure.

*****

The night that happened, Elion stood at her bedroom door, and then walked in and stood before her bed. Rosy was accustomed to this. He would often stand at her bed, looking down on her, before he said or did anything. Sometimes it would take him as long as a minute to say something, and she attributed this to his general awkwardness. It even endeared her to him; it reminded her of the behavior of the awkward schoolboys who’d first courted her on a planet far, far away.

After a minute he sat down on the bed. She shuffled aside to make room for him. “I have been researching something today,” he said.

“Yes,” Rosy said. “What’s that?”

Without a pause or shift in tone, as though discussing the weather, he said: “I have been researching whether or not it is possible for Ka and humans to have sex. It turns out it is.”

Rosy didn’t know what to say. She just stared at him for a few moments, unable to talk. How could she reply to such a comment? She thought about pretending that she hadn’t heard, but she knew that would only prompt him to repeat himself. Elion was like that; he didn’t understand that you didn’t want to discuss something. She stared at him for a moment longer and then said: “And?”

“And I would like to have sex with you.”

She stared at him for a moment longer, fighting an inner war that didn’t show at all on her impassive face (which she’d trained into impassivity under Raben’s tutelage). The truth was, she
wanted
to have sex with this alien man. It had been too long since she’d last had sex. She was craving it. But how to know if it was simply
sex
she wanted, and not sex with
him
, with this specific person? And how to know that this hadn’t been his plan all along, to pretend that he liked her, that he connected with her, and then to initiate sex? She had no way to know for sure that this all wasn’t part of some kind of Grand Plan.

But then she began searching deeper inside of herself. She asked herself: if this was another man offering this to her, some random human man, would she want to have sex with him? The answer was no. So she knew she wanted sex with
him
. In truth, she had dreamt about it over the past few weeks, had dreamt about his hands on her, and his cock inside her, and his breath on her face: had dreamt about the strengthening of their connection. But what if he was tricking her? Rosy was out of ideas; she asked him.

“I am not tricking you,” he said. “I do not know how to prove it to you, but it is the truth. I want to have sex with you because I think it would be pleasurable for both of us.”

Rosy thought about this for a moment longer. There was a delicate question that needed to be answered before she could agree to anything: the nature of his genitalia. Could she just ask him: what’s your cock like? Was that an acceptable question? Thankfully, he broached this topic without her interference.

“If you are worrying about our parts,” he said, “you needn’t. They are entirely compatible.”

“Wow,” Rosy said. “You really know how to talk dirty to a girl.”

“Well, actually,” Elion said. “I have had no practice talking dirty to women. I have read about it, however, and have learnt that—”

“Shut up,” Rosy said. “If you want to fuck, let’s fuck.”

Rosy’s heart was pounding in her chest as she spoke, but her voice came out sassy and confident, just as she wanted it to. Elion stared at her for a few moments, at her face, and then his eyes moved down to her breasts, braless under the robe. It was cold in the room, and her nipples were hard and poked through the fabric. Elion’s eyes went wide and then he looked down to her legs, which were partially uncovered.

He looked back into her eyes, and then leaned into her.

***

The kiss was almost chaste at first. They pressed their lips together like first-time kissers, not quite knowing how to do it. Then Elion breathed in deeply, seemed to be breathing
her
in, and Rosy breathed with him. She felt all the lust that had built over the past few weeks, culminating in when he had touched her, pour out through her. She thought of all the times they had shared this bed but done nothing, and her body responded to him almost violently.

His hand moved down her neck to her breasts. He put his hand under the robe and rubbed her breasts, playing with the hard nipples, brushing them with his fingertips. Rosy took in a quick, frantic breath as she felt the tingles move through her, her vagina getting wet and hot and hungry. Their tongues danced together now, and she found herself moving her hands over
his
body: over the hard muscle. She moved her hands down his robe until she came to his cock.

It was
huge
, far bigger than a normal human cock. She guessed it was at least ten and a half inches, and it was thick and throbbing, rock-hard. She felt down, further, and then realized he didn’t have balls. She paused for a moment and then he said: “Unlike humans, they evolved
into
the body, where their temperature is regulated by a kind of insulation.”

Rosy ignored this and kept rubbing his cock. (Balls had always grossed her out anyway, and that Elion didn’t have them was no problem to her.) She rubbed his cock over the robe and then moved her hand under the robe and grabbed it. Elion moved his hand down her body to her vagina, and then pressed his hand on her clit through her robe: pressed it down hard, making her moan out in pleasure.

She grabbed his arm and pushed his hand under her robe, onto her bare vagina. In that moment all thoughts of home had flown from her mind. It was just her and this man – she didn’t even think of him as an alien – alone in bed together. His fingers slipped inside of her vagina, deep, touching her sweet spot. She buried her head in his neck and stifled her moans of pleasure in his muscles.

He grabbed her hair as he rubbed her, harder and harder each second. She closed her eyes, tight-shut, and then came over his hand. Then she was pulling at his robe, pulling it down. He pulled it over his head and she took hers off. His naked body, three feet taller than hers, and covered in muscles, was like how she imagined the Romans had envisioned Mars, the god of war. She put her hands on his chest and then climbed atop him. She licked her hand and rubbed his cock with the spit, and then slid the cock inside of her.

At first it was too big. She thought she couldn’t take it. It was
huge
, by far the biggest cock she’d ever seen, let alone had inside of her. Her vagina ached in agony. And then the pain began to recede, and pleasure began to take its place. Her tentative rocking became hungry bouncing, and soon there was no pain at all but instead a strong, pulsing pleasure.

She bounced up and down on his cock, thankful that the bed was making no noise. He stared up at her with wide, eager eyes, his hands on her breasts. “This is amazing,” he whispered.

“I know,” she returned.

She dug her fingernails into his chest muscles and bounced harder and harder on his cock. It went deep inside of her, pounding into her sweet spot, and hitting the hard muscle of his legs. She bounced and bounced and bounced and came all over his cock, squirting on his legs. He grabbed her ass cheeks as she came, and she moaned out louder and louder, his fingers massaging the flesh.

Then he flipped her over, so he was on top. He buried her in his body, leaving her lying there, unable to do anything but take his cock. She wrapped her legs around him and bounced as he thrust into her, harder and faster each time. He kissed her neck, her face, her breasts, sucking and biting her nipples. Each part of her seemed to be covered in pleasure. It wasn’t long before she was coming again. She had to bite her pillow to stop from moaning out and alerting the rest of the household.

Then Elion grunted and grabbed her breasts, so hard that he left handprints. He bit her neck and then came inside of her. His cock began to wilt, and then he rolled onto his side and Rosy nestled into him, nuzzling his neck. Her body was aching with pain and pleasure and she felt happier and more content and satisfied than she had since she’d arrived here.

After a while, Elion said: “We need to get out of here.”

“What do you mean?”

He looked her straight in the eyes. “I have a plan,” he said. “I have a plan for how we can get out of here and never come back.”

*****

Elion explained to Rosy that the Ka’la’tek family were having a party in a few days where they would be consuming a large amount of
g’luf
. At that party Rosy would be humiliated worse than any time yet. There was no telling what malicious form of degradation Raben would dream up, but it was sure to be nothing good. “That is why,” Elion said, “we have to escape. There is a space port about fifty miles from here. I have often thought about running away to it, but I have been too cowardly. You have taught me how to be braver. I have learnt a lot from out time together, and one of the things I have learnt is that, in the human sense, I think I am in love with you.”

It wasn’t exactly a Wordsworth-like outpouring of spontaneous emotion, but it warmed Rosy nonetheless. “I love you, too,” she said, honestly. “Tell me more about your plan.”

Elion had travelled to a nearby town where he’d purchased a large quantity of a drug similar to sleeping pills. His plan was simple: spike the
g’luf
and flee as Raben was asleep. Rosy thought this over. Could it really be that simple? But then, did she really want to stay here any longer?