Delivered to the Aliens: Cosmic Connections (7 page)

Chapter Ten

Zan

Sophia sashayed into the kitchen wearing a faded red sundress and Zan knew immediately that she was up to no good. The dress hit all her curves just right. The hem stopped above the knee but Zan figured he might be able to sneak a glance at her creamy thighs.

“We got a delivery of produce for Miri this morning,” Alton said. “We can brand the calves when you get back.”

Dark hair tousled and her eyes still heavy with sleep, Sophia walked around the table, hand skimming across Alton’s short horns. His head swiveled, following her as she approached Zan and plucked the cup of coffee from his hands before sitting on his lap, like they did this every morning. She took a sip, eyes wide and innocent, staring into his own. Clearly up to no good.

“Something I can help you with, darling?” Zan asked.

She stretched one arm around his neck, nursing the coffee. “Nope. I’m good.”

“Why don’t you take Sophia into town with you this morning,” Alton said.

“Are you sure? You said town was too dangerous for a Terran,” she said.

“You’re not a prisoner,” Zan said. “And you’ll be with me.” His arms wrapped around her waist and gave a gentle squeeze. She giggled in the most pleasing manner, causing a faint throb in the root of his horns.

“Actually, I have a question about Corravian biology and reproduction,” she said sweetly. He did not know what game this was but he so wanted to play.

“Well, you see, darling, when a male loves a female very much…”

She giggled coyly, wiggling that fine ass on his lap and Zan growled in response. His hands rested just where her waist nipped in. He lowered his head, pressing his lips to the base of her throat. The cadence of her pulse was faint but he could detect it. They had Alton’s full attention.

“I read that Corravians are different than Terrans,” she said.

“All the parts are compatible,” Alton said, voice thick.

“Hmm,” Zan agreed. “They work about the same mechanically.”

“But the hormones are different? Doesn’t a female Corravian have certain needs?” Her voice was so sweet, her question so clinical but Zan’s thoughts were so filthy. His hands drifted lower to her thighs, resting on the warm, soft flesh. He could easily take her on the table, spread those creamy thighs like she was on the menu and service all her needs.

“You need a demonstration of anything in particular?” he asked.

A cunning smile flitted across her face before being replaced by an open, innocent expression. “I read that Corravian females only conceive if they orgasm.”

“A hormone is released,” Zan said with a nod.

“And what happens when a Brace claims a mate?” Another sip of coffee, eyes wide and staring at him over the brim. He suspected she already knew the answer.

“Well, darling, we make love, all three of us. The males’ fangs descend.” He pushed at his upper lip, displaying his blunt teeth. No fangs at the moment. “Timing is important. At climax, the males bite their female on the shoulder.” He stroked the curve of her bare neck where it joined her shoulder. “Here. The fangs pump in the male’s hormone.”

“Every time?”

“Just the once.”

“Does it hurt?”

He shook his head. “Not if the males are doing their job right. The female should be in the middle of her climax, so it’s a good experience. Worried, darling?”

“Curious. So this fang-hormone delivery system is important?”

“The female needs the hormone to conceive.”

“In addition to the one she releases from her own orgasm?”

“Yes.”

Alton sat across the table, transfixed. His face burned pink. Zan couldn’t decide if it was lust or envy.

“So making the female orgasm is pretty damn important,” Sophia said.

“Damn important.”

“What if the female is Terran?”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s our instinct.” His hands squeezed the soft flesh of her thighs, eliciting another pleasing wiggle of her ass. He could answer her questions all day.

“So a male that quit before the female reached her climax would be doing a bad job?” She casually stroked the length of Zan’s twisting horns.

Alton sputtered, coughing on his coffee.

“Shameful,” Zan said, struggling to think through the bliss surging from his sensitive horns. “It is our greatest honor to pleasure our female.”

“And what happens if the male doesn’t satisfy his woman?” She blinked slowly, voice so sweet. She held up the coffee cup, grains of sugar clinging to the rim. Her pink tongue darted out, licking up the sugar. Zan groaned, imagining all the ways he could employ that tongue. 

“He’d owe her compensation,” he managed to say.

She hummed in the back of her throat. “Compensation. I liked that.” She turned her gaze to Alton, her dark eyes gleaming. “What do you think, Alton? Does that sound fair?”

The male nodded, speechless.

Sophia sat the mug down and leaned back into Zan’s broad chest. Her ass wiggled again, grinding against his hard cock. If she enjoyed it, she gave no indication. “Did your Brace partner tell you what happened last night while you in the barn?”

“Yes,” Zan said. Alton came into the barn covered with the scent of Sophia’s cunt and irritated at being interrupted. Zan couldn’t blame him but they agreed to give her space. Shoving his face in her pussy, as appealing as it sounded, was the opposite of giving her space. 

“Did he tell you how he licked me like a champ? There I was, his nose in my pussy, tongue on my clit and his horns rubbing
so
deliciously on my thighs, so close to coming. So very close.” Another slow grind, eliciting a groan from him. His tail thumped against the leg of the chair. She caught it easily and stroked the end. Zan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“And you called him away, naughty boy,” she said. She dropped his tail and stood up. Zan reflexively pulled her back down to his lap, onto his aching cock.

“So how are you two going to compensate me?”

Sophia

Both males were transfixed by her little performance. She extracted herself from Zan’s grip and made her way to Alton.

“Doesn’t seem fair, does it?” She rested a hand on Alton’s chest, eyes wide and focused on his face. Beneath the stiff cotton shirt she admired the hard planes of his pecs. His tail swished, keeping time like the beating of his heart. “You’re both males who believe in serving their woman, right?” she asked.

“Yes,” Zan choked out.

She waited for Alton to give a stiff nod. The cords of his neck strained against his clenched jaw.

“Providing for her in all things. Satisfying her in all ways.” She played with the buttons of his shirt, flicking them open with ease.

“To the fullest extent of my abilities.”

She smiled sweetly, then tugged Alton to his feet. She walked backwards to Zan, settling back in his lap. Zan’s arms wrapped around her waist as she opened another button on Alton’s shirt.

“I like the sound of that.” Four buttons open now, revealing his tawny chest. She dragged a finger down his firm flesh, traveling lower to his belt. His skin radiating warmth. “So are you going to deliver my compensation?”

Alton groaned. 

“I don’t think it’s fair that you’ve seen me without my underwear twice and I haven’t seen yours.” Sophia worked his belt open.

His eyes snapped opened. His hands knocked her away, unfastening the belt for her. 

“I want to see you,” she said. “Taste you.”

“You heard our female. It’s only fair,” Zan said.

Belt undone, Alton’s cock strained at the front of his trousers. He remained frozen in place.

“Don’t be shy now.” Sophia leaned back into Zan like he was her personal throne, biting her lower lip. “I want to see my husband’s cock. That’s a reasonable request, right?” Zan’s own cock ground hard into her bottom, distracting her. His hands skimmed up her thighs. She sucked in her breath at the sensation of his rough, calloused hands brushing over her. He pushed open her legs and positioned her to straddle one of his thighs. His hands worked under her short dress; one rested on her stomach, holding her in place, while the other stroked the damp cotton of her panties.

“I never could refuse a lady’s request.” Desire was plain on his face. He undid his trousers and dropped trow. His cock stood tall and proud, thick, lovely and a rich dark brown, darker than his golden complexion. The head glistened with pre-cum. Sophia licked her lips and leaned closer.

“Are we even now?” he asked.

“Remind me,” she said. “What did you do on the porch?” This close to his cock, she really wanted to put it in her mouth and suck it dry. A little sample wouldn’t hurt.

“I tasted you,” he said, voice thick with longing.

Sophia sighed at the memory of his tongue lapping her pussy. “Oh, that’s right. It was something like this.” She extended her tongue and brushed the top of his cock. The entire member jerked as he exhaled in surprise.

Zan groaned behind her. With her dress pushed up to her waist, he tugged down her soaked panties. The round curve of her ass was completely exposed. He played with the lush globes, squeezing and kneading.

“Stop wiggling around,” she said, grasping Alton’s cock firmly at the base. She placed the head at her lips, slowly enveloping it. Her tongue swirled at the bottom of the ridge before traveling down the underside, where she felt it pulse. Alton sighed, resting his hands on her head. His muscles uncoiled and he sagged against the table, plates and cups rattling.

She had miles to go before she got her compensation but ensuring Alton had a good time was the first step. She cupped his balls and put as much of his member in her mouth as possible. Her hand followed her lips up, twisting slightly and she repeated, pumping his cock with her mouth and her hand. Already thick, the rod swelled and twitched.

Zan’s fingers stroked her damp curls, delving into part the lips of her pussy. He spread her slickness and circled her clit, resulting in an instant shiver and sigh. It was so tempting to give in to the males, to let them claim her, fuck her and share her. She could use a good fuck and they made a tempting argument. So tempting.

Sophia slowed, a longer journey along the length of his member, letting her tongue swirl around. She pressed against the ropey veins, savoring all the ridges of his cock. It was a lovely cock and she would have liked to have it in her but not today. Still, she could be persuaded. It would be a crime to waste such a good dick.

Alton’s fingers tangled into her hair. His hips rolled forward, matching her leisurely pace. He had discipline. Sophia liked that. A man who could think through the sensory bombardment and do what his partner wanted, not just ram his cock as far down her throat as possible.

But that could be nice, too.

She reached around and grasped his tail by the base. With a strangled moan, his hips bucked immediately. His member pulsed and twitched. Close. Really close.  She wanted to make him come, to milk him of every drop, but not today.

The alarm on her comm unit rang. 

Sophia sprang to her feet, tugging up her panties and smoothing down the rumpled dress. She reached down the front of the dress and retrieved the comm unit from her bra. It was a message from Miri.

“Something like that, right,” Sophia said, dismissing the message.

Alton and Zan stared at her dumbfounded.

Smirking, Sophia gave Alton a long kiss on the lips. She patted the side of his face. Such a good boy. She could really like him. “Miri wants to know when you’re delivering her veg. Zan and I should really get going.”

“Wait, you just can’t go.”

Sophia walked out the door. “Now we’re even.”

Alton

Alton stumbled back to his chair and collapsed. He rubbed a hand at the base of his aching horns. How was he going to get any work done today?

Zan had an equally stunned expression on his face. Finally, he caught Alton’s gaze and burst into laughter. “Oh, I like her,” he said. He licked his fingers clean, a pleased smile on his face. “Better than honey.”

With a slap on his thigh, Zan stood and grabbed his hat hanging by the door. “Well, time to be getting on.”

Alton nodded dumbly, unable to form a coherent thought over his pounding pulse. His tail swished happily. The truck rumbled away and Alton was alone. A slow smile spread across his face. Sophia was something else.

Best. Wife. Ever. 

It was a Date Night that evening. His expectations were pretty damn high.

Chapter Eleven

Sophia

The truck idled at the end of the driveway. Zan took his hands off the wheel and faced Sophia. “What you did in there wasn’t very nice,” he said.

“I didn’t aim to be nice,” Sophia said, arms folded over her chest. 

“Come here and take your punishment.” He patted his lap.

Sophia stared at him. He couldn’t be serious.

He motioned for her again.

Oh, hell no.

“Delaying your punishment will only make it worse,” he said.

Sophia shook her head. “No way. I agreed to marry you, not be beaten by you.”

“Be reasonable, Sophia.” His deep voice had a calming effect. “You want us to be honest and to respect you, but you need to show us the same courtesy.”

“I’ve been honest.”

“But you weren’t respectful.” His hungry gaze ate her up. Still heated from her display at the breakfast table, her core clenched. 

“I guess I wasn’t.”

“And we need to rectify that.” Another pat on his leg.

“You want to
spank
me.”

“I’m going to discipline you, wife,” he growled.

The notion was barbaric. Primitive. And completely hot. Discipline. Never something she thought she wanted, she now craved the flat of his hand against her tender bottom. She wanted the sting. She wanted the affirmation that came with a smack, signifying that he cared for her and wanted their relationship to flourish.

Sophia nodded.

She crawled toward Zan and lay across his lap. Gently he tugged down the still soaked panties, exposing her bottom to the air. His hand caressed her, a finger tracing down the crease between the round cheeks. Sophia groaned, spreading her thighs and raising her rump. His hand stroked the damp curls of her pussy but did not part the aching flesh. “So wet. Are you still excited from your performance in the kitchen?”

“Yes,” she moaned. She pushed back against his hand, tempting him to plunging into her tight channel. The entire time in the kitchen as she sucked Alton’s cock and ground herself against Zan, he stroked her but did not penetrate her. She needed that now.

“Did you like teasing Alton?” His fingers stroked her clit, causing a shiver to run up her spine.

“Oh yes. Did you like watching?” she countered.

“Very much so. I think we should start every morning with you on my cock and Alton in your mouth.”

She moaned at the idea. It was such a good idea.

“How many spankings have you earned?” Zan asked. His hands caressed the soft, pliable flesh of her ass.

“I don’t deserve any,” Sophia said.

“One for taunting Alton, I think. Another for the sass mouth. And address me as ‘husband’ or you’ll get a third spanking.”

“What?! That’s ridiculous.”

“Three. I am your husband, Sophia. I want you to respect the roles of our relationship. Does that make sense to you?”

No, it didn’t. She wanted to storm off and huff but Zan had her pinned belly down on his lap. What choice did she have? “Yes, husband.”

“Good girl. Now count them out for me.”

His heavy hand connected solidly with her ass. A sting brought tears to her eyes. She bit her lower lip, refusing to cry out or whimper.

“One,” she said.

“One what?”

“One, husband.” Bitterness filled her voice. Zan chuckled.

“Ah, you’ve got spirit, that’s for sure,
asali
.” He rubbed the tender flesh of her ass before drawing his hand away for the next blow. Sophia tensed. It landed lower on her rump, where the cheek joined the back of her thigh. Bright pain cracked through her senses. Sophia balled her fists, beating the seat bench but still refusing to cry.

“Two. Husband.”

“You’re doing very good,
asali.
And your ass is the prettiest shade of pink.” His hand rubbed the stinging flesh. “I think it can glow pinker, though.”

The final blow landed on the same spot, flesh burning. Sophia bucked, struggling to move away but his hands kept her in place.

“Three! You son of a bitch!”

“Son of a bitch, husband?” he cooed, voice sweet and soothing but hand gently patting her posterior.

“Yes, husband,” she hissed.

Laughter rumbled lowly in his chest. His fingers worked the crease of her ass, stroking down to the swollen lips of her pussy. “Look at you all excited,” he said with an appreciative whistle.

Sophia blushed. She didn’t want to enjoy the spanking but it had her quivering. Tears finally spilled down her cheeks. There was so much tension built up in her from the last two days, she needed a release.

“I believe we owe you an orgasm,” he said. His fingers brushed lightly against her cunt. She moaned immediately. He chuckled again, pushing his fingers roughly into her eager channel. Her muscles clamped down as she neared climax.

“Can’t you thank your husband?”

“For doing his job?”

“Fair enough, wife.” The smack on her bottom was gentler, playful and barely stung. His fingers pumped into her. Sophia raised her hips, pushing against his hand.

“I think you like being spanked,” he said. She moaned her agreement. “Good, because I don’t like to hurt you,
asali
, but I want you to be happy. And we have to respect each other to be happy, yes?” Another moan. “You do have the prettiest little ass, Sophia. And your cunt is so tight. I can’t wait to have you come on my tongue.”

She clenched at his words. That sounded amazing.

“I licked my fingers clean of your juices this morning,” he said. “I’ve tasted many fine things in our kitchen but you are, by far, the finest. I want to lap up all your sweetness. Every drop.”

Her moan was nonstop, climbing into a wail. Two thick fingers, as deep as he could go, slamming into her.

“I can’t wait to sink my cock into you. That’s where you want me, yes? Deep inside you?”

Finally, her climax broke, surging through her. Her pussy contracted tightly, gripping his fingers. She trembled, overwhelmed with euphoria.

“Good girl,” Zan said, stroking her hair. He withdrew his fingers and licked up every drop of her juices. “You ever do anything like that before?”

Sophia nodded. “Sometimes.” She worked up her panties with a shimmy. Her ass still burned and her pussy was tender and every sensation was just delicious. “My ex —” She stopped herself from finishing that statement. Derek did like to bind her hands and tie her to the bed, but it wasn’t discipline for him. It certainly wasn’t playful. He liked to hurt her, to leave bruises and make her cry.

Zan pulled her, cradling her to his chest. Her fingers worked into the cotton of his shirt. The tears were fast and furious. “I didn’t enjoy hurting you, wife. That’s why I finished with a pleasurable experience for you. I want you to understand that everything I do is to make you happy.”

Sophia sniffed, nodding. Her sobs slowed and eventually she pulled away, drying her face with the back of her hand. “What does
asali
mean? You and Alton keep calling me that.”

“It’s a Corravian word for honey.”

Zan

His little mate was so responsive. Stubborn, true, but she’d learn the importance of his discipline. Corra was too dangerous for her to be headstrong and not respect her mates. Sophia needed a strict hand but they were not unjustly cruel. It was a matter of survival. She would see that soon enough.

Zan was too young to remember life before the mornclaws arrived. What he did remember clearly was the drills at school. Sirens waking them in the middle of the night. His mother hurried guiding him into a shelter. Learning how to use a knife as soon as he had the hand-eye coordination not to injure himself.

The mornclaws reshaped so much about Corravian society. Perhaps they appeared too serious and needlessly strict to an outsider. It was how his people survived the disaster.

She’d learn to appreciate the seriousness of the situation.

His mind went straight back to Sophia bent over his knee. So responsive.

He licked his lips, wishing for the taste of her honey to last just a bit longer. Wishing to drink her honey directly from the source. She teased Alton and in return Zan teased her. And himself. Her ass glowed such a bright pink but not as bright as the aroused fire in her eyes.

His cock ached for his mate but he could wait. Waiting made it all the sweeter.

Sophia

They delivered produce to Miri first. The second stop was at the general store. Zan needed to order specialty parts that military refused to supply.

“They’ll give us all the ammo we need, but a working cooling unit? That’s a luxury. They station us in a homestead that’s falling down and give us the latest gadgets. Running water? Barely. Electricity? At least we generate our own power.”

Sophia elected to wait in the truck. Her last experience inside the general store wasn’t terrible but everyone stared at her.

“I told you we don’t need your kind around here.”

Sophia’s back stiffened at an unwelcomed voice. That old lady. What did Miri call her? Ester? No, Esterlin.

Esterlin strode right up to the truck. Behind her lurked one of the creeps from the bar, the large one called Gavis. A greasy smile played across his face. “That dumb Guardian should know better than to leave you alone, little Terran. Corra’s not safe.”

The old woman jabbed a finger at Sophia. “It’s a shame that two fine Guardians got themselves such a useless mate. Look at you. So boney. What use are you to them? Too weak to work. Too Terran to breed.”

“Hey! No one asked you…”

Esterlin talked right over Sophia, ignoring her completely except to list her faults, which mainly centered around being human. “Can you read? Do they do on that Earth? Read?”

“Yes, we read,” Sophia snapped. “I teach chemistry.”

“Terran science! Everyone knows that’s barely a step above witchcraft. You bald apes didn’t even develop faster than light travel. Corra had to give it to you backwards Terrans.”

“You tell her, Ma,” Gavis said, egging the old woman on.

“We brought down our own destruction when we mingled with you Terrans.” Spittle foamed at the corners of her mouth. “The mornclaw scourge was our own righteous judgment. The worthy survive. Thrived. The tainted were eradicated. You endanger all of us by tainting those two boys.” A self-righteous sneer cracked across her face.

Sophia scanned the front of the general store, desperate for Zan to see her difficulty and rescue her from the ranting Esterlin. “I really need to find Zan,” she said, backing away. Esterlin followed her, jabbing her finger, shouting about backward Terran beliefs and fat men who deliver toys to children.

The truck stopped her progress. Sophia was completely flat against the hood of the truck, pinned under Esterlin’s angry rant. The older woman’s words, spiteful and cutting, brought up all the hurtful words Derek said to her.

“You’re not good enough for them, so stop kidding yourself. They deserve a proper Corravian female. How will they stand against the mornclaw scourge when you weaken them?” Sophia nodded numbly. The theme was familiar ground. Not good enough for anyone. Lucky to have Derek, warts and all. No one else could stand her. And since she got to Corra? Not a single person had been nice to her. Alton and Zan, sure, but they were married to her. And Miri, but she was her sister-in-law and didn’t count. The townsfolk? Stared at her and didn’t actually speak to her.

Esterlin was right. Sophia didn’t belong. She was fooling herself.

“You said your piece,” Zan said, sandwiching himself between Sophia and Esterlin. “I won’t have you speak that way to my mate.”

“I’m your elder and deserving respect,” Esterlin said, turning her ire to Zan.

“You’re older than me, that’s about all. Don’t bother Sophia again. I won’t ask nicely twice.”

Esterlin spit on the ground before storming off.

Charming.

Zan’s expression softened. He stroked her cheek. Sophia leaned into his touch. “You all right?”

She nodded, putting on a brave face even though tears wet her lashes. “Why is she so mean?”

“She’s had a hard life and feeling superior to everyone is the only way she gets through the day. I can’t believe she yelled at you in Universal.”

“Why is that so strange?”

“About a year ago she went on a campaign to make Corravian the official language of Corra. Said Universal made us weak. Degenerate.”

Sophia snorted. Apparently her degenerate language was good enough to sling abuse in. “Is everyone in that family awful?”

“Unfortunately.”