Authors: Fiona Knightingale
“Emma, I love how you just screamed. I also saw the way that you muffled it by putting your knuckle up against your mouth. That shows not only that you are a woman, but you are a mother that knows how impressionable young children can be. We don’t want her to come calling to find out what all the noise is about.” I didn’t think that was going to happen, but my instincts were to keep things, as quiet as possible. We were on the other side of the house, but that didn’t mean that we were immune to the curiosity of a child that might have come out to get a drink of water
I grabbed him and pulled him towards my mouth, stopping momentarily to try to justify my actions. I finally said fuck it and I took him into my mouth. I let the feeling of bliss surround me like a warm blanket. I took just a little bit more, feeling that knob pressing up against the back of my mouth and then letting him find entry.
I knew that it wasn’t right for me to be with him like this. It was only one night. I was trying to tell myself that it would be only this one time, but I knew that I was lying to myself. Once we did get married and find ourselves in each other’s arms, I would never want to be without this kind of loving.
He allowed me to play with his skin flute, licking it up and down and getting him to the point of no return. He pulled away with a gasp coming from his lips. He pushed me back on the bed. My legs were spread in open invitation.
He got on the bed with my ankles in his hands. He thrusted with his hips and impaled me on half of that monument of manhood. I moaned, but he planted his mouth over top of mine to make it more of a muffled exclamation of love. I realized just feeling him deep inside of me with his balls swinging back and forth against my ass had made me see him with love in my eyes. I really didn’t think that I would be able to find that ever again, but he had proven me wrong. The bed was moving and my lips were now spread over top of him, drawing him in ever deeper, until he was literally grunting his replies and banging me, so hard that the headboard was hitting the wall.
My legs were flailing and I was coming all over him, squeezing and pulling at his appendage to get him to give me that creamy center. I raked my nails down his chest, making him arch his back and thrust out with a more determined expression on his face. He was moving quicker and the friction of his shaft warming up my little friend was more than enough to send me into that orgasmic moment.
He held on to my ass and drew me to him over and over again with a wet smack of our skin. I could feel his knob swelling. He turned me and fucked me from behind, while pulling my hair and giving me deep and hard strokes that were meant to touch parts of my body that had not been touched in some time.
“Yes, Lucas… Give it to me.” I didn’t have to ask twice. His loins were now a slave to my desire and he was soon squirting like a dam that had burst from its seams. I felt the product of his love enveloped within me and then he pulled free and let me catch my breath. He needed time to catch his as well and then he moved, until he was lying flat beside me. We had been going at it for almost an hour. I had a feeling from looking at his half erect member that this wasn’t going to be the end of the evening.
We continued into the wee hours of the morning, lying there with happy little smiles on our faces. He easily gave me one orgasm after the other. He didn’t have to think about it and it was almost like our bodies were attuned to how we felt for one another.
“Oh yeah, we are definitely going to have to do that again, Emma.” I slapped his chest playfully and then we slept, until morning.
We married that afternoon with Nancy standing there smiling. I think that was the one thing that she wanted more than anything…a family that loved each other. I found out after that that I was pregnant and that Nancy was going to have company in nine months. I guess Lucas was a very virile young man in his twenties. He was elated by the prospect of being a father. He never had that chance, but now I was giving him that and the love a good woman.
I lie here seven months pregnant and Nancy has her ear to my stomach and listening to the little one kicking up a storm. Exhausted but happy, Lucas was sitting in a chair with his arms crossed. This was what life was all about and I couldn’t be any happier
THE END
Chapter 1
Dawn Lewis was a curvy, busty black woman who had a college degree in woman's studies. She didn't realize when she got her degree, that there wasn't going to be a lineup of jobs available when she was fresh out of college. She had finally gotten a job and worked at a suicide hotline as a counselor, and after a year of working there she felt like maybe it was time to move on. Not that she minded helping people who wanted help, but many of the people who called in just wanted to hear themselves talk. She knew that was a horrible thing to think in her head, but it was true.
She was thinking of going back to school. Get a degree in something she could use to get a job. Or maybe find a husband, or both also could be nice. A husband and a better job. She wasn't sure yet exactly what she wanted to do, but if she had to be nice to one more depressed person on the phone she was going to snap. While she occasionally got someone who actually was serious and needed help, most of the people who called in just wanted attention. to have someone talk them down, and make them feel better about themselves. It just got old sometimes. She wasn't sure if she actually made a difference in anyone's life, and she often felt like she was wasting her time and energy on people who didn't even care.
She knew it was insensitive and her feelings were keeping her from doing the job as well as she could. It’s why she felt it was time to move on. Let someone else take her place who had the energy and positive emotions to counsel the people who needed it. She was jaded. She was tired.
Thinking that her day couldn't get any worse, her car broke down on the way home on an isolated street in the middle of nowhere. She lived out in farm country about thirty minutes from the city. It was cheaper out here, but it smelled like cow poop. Sighing, she got out of her car and walked to the front. Using her phone as a flash light, she lifted the hood of her car. It was hissing and steaming and had over heated. She wasn't sure exactly what to do. She had some bottled water in her car, and she went back to get it when a bright flashing light blinded her. Covering her eyes, she looked up thinking it was a helicopter.
The next thing she felt was a dart in her neck and seeing the ground coming towards her face as she fell forward into the mud and felt paralyzed. Her eyes shut, but she could hear men talking. If she could have moved or screamed, she would have been fighting back for her life and completely panicking.
"She's rather pretty isn't she?" A tall white man with blond hair leaned over her unconscious body and picked her up like she weighed nothing.
"Get her on the ship before she wakes up and can struggle. We need to get back to our home planet before they know we are missing. If we are going to prove we can find females and reproduce with them to save our species, we need to get moving." The black haired man said and gave the other man a shove towards the ship.
"You worry too much. It's all going to work out fine. What could go wrong?" The blond man grinned at him, but quickly walked aboard the ship.
Dawn could feel her body being carried like a rag doll, and in her mind she was thinking about all the ways things could go wrong. Like her cutting off their balls when she finally gained back her ability to control her limbs. She was not a brood mare, and this weird situation where it sounded like they were aliens talking about space ships had her completely freaked out.
She wished she could see them. What if they were complete monsters?
Chapter 2
Dawn woke up a few hours later. She was in a dimly lit room on a bed. There was a white table and two chairs in there, and nothing else. The bed had a blanket and pillow, but it reminded her of a prison room.
She could wiggle her toes and fingers and move her head, so she tried to sit up. She was dizzy for a moment, the drugs they'd given her finally wearing off. She walked over to the door and expected it to be locked. Instead, when she approached the door it slid open when she turned the knob letting her leave.
Okay, so not a total prisoner. They apparently were either very stupid or didn't see her as a threat. Walking down the long and twisted hallways, she finally ran into one of the men who'd taken her earlier.
He was almost seven feet tall and besides slightly pointy ears and purple eyes, he looked human. His blond hair was a golden honey color, and when he smiled at her he had regular human looking teeth.
"What are you?" She asked him, shocked.
"I am called Uth. My brother, who you will meet shortly is called Brog. We are Nalids. Shape shifters. Our other selves are demonesque in nature, red and black, with sharp teeth. Don't piss Brog off. He likes any excuse to shift and scare people." Uth told her, grinning at her and then reached out to touch her hair.
Dawn stepped back, confused. Shape shifters? Aliens? What is going on? She must be completely losing her mind.
"We mean you no threat. Come, let's walk and talk. I'll take you to the pilots’ room and we will try to explain everything to you." Uth told her and linked his arm through her own, not really giving her a choice.
Dawn reluctantly let him lead her to what she was sure was her own destruction and then stood in awe when she entered the room after he pressed a button. It looked like something right out of Star Trek, a big command room with a large window looking out into space. And it was very clearly the middle of space. There were no planets or the sun, just stars and endless blackness as far as the eye could see.
Feeling sick, she stumbled and tried to breathe, having a panic attack.
"It's okay. Shh. We don't plan on eating you or harming you if you cooperate." Uth told her, and rubbed her back gently his expression changing to one of mild concern.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Brother. I like my sex rough," Brog joked and then stood up to stand in front of Dawn. He was as tall as his brother, but where Uth was fair, he had red eyes and black hair, though his skin was the same pale white. He also had pointy ears.
Besides their tall stature and slight differences, they could easily pass for humans. If they were at a comic con, they'd blend right in. Shaking her head, she almost started to laugh to herself. Realizing that she felt like this was some horrible weird dream, an expression of wanting change in her life, and her mind trying to tell her to get out while she could from her day job.
She pinched herself hard enough to make her say ow, and both brothers exchanged looks and then looked at her.
"Are you addled girl?" Uth asked her, walking over to her and looking at her arm.
"I'm fine. I was just making sure I wasn't dreaming. It's something we humans do, don't worry about it." She muttered to him, feeling silly suddenly. "So tell me more about why I'm here. You said you would."
Borg opened his mouth to talk, then snapped it shut and shrugged at Uth.
"We come from a planet where we have more males than females. We fight to the death often over females and it's causing our females to reject many of our males. They don't like being fought over. We figured if we could find more females and prove we could have children with them, we'd find a way to save our race. You're our test subject." Uth told her.
"Wait a minute. What if I don't want to be a test subject?" Dawn said, apprehension rolling up her spine.
Borg leered at her, giving her a look that had her recoiling back in fear.
"Well, while I'm not interested in forcing my females, Borg's not above doing whatever's needed to get the job done." Uth shrugged and gave her a look that said he wasn't joking. "If you get my drift."
"I get your drift, I just don't like it. Any chance of me going back home?" She asked quietly, wanting more than ever to just go home. "And what if we can't have a child together because our DNA isn't compatible or something?"
"No, you can't go back home. Your planet is primitive, and we can't have you sharing stories about us. You'd start a panic on your world. We'd end up selling you on the galaxy slave market. I'm sure we'd get a good price for you. You're young, healthy, and quite adorable for a human."
"Thanks, I think," Dawn realized she didn't know what would end up happening to her, but she felt safer with Uth than she did the unknown of a slavers market. "Why me?"
"I found you hot. We used a DNA scanner to find a woman of child bearing age, in a remote location, with specific genetic traits I feel would benefit my offspring. You fit the bill and where just in the right place at the right time. Lucky girl," Uth grinned at her and patted her arm.
"This is completely insane," Dawn said. "You don't even know my name!"
"Do you want us to call you by your Earth name?" Uth asked her, seeming like nothing offended him.
Dawn could feel the way Borg watched the interaction between the two of them, almost like he was a spectator waiting for his chance to join in and wreck havoc. It unnerved her. Uth was attractive in his own way, but Borg was the one she was worried about.
"Dawn, my name is Dawn." She told him and sighed, crossing her arms defensively. "Do you even have the means to feed me or water?"
"We have both, yes. Relax, Dawn. We are fully prepared to take care of you while you gestate our offspring." Uth told her and patted her arm before walking over to look at Borg pointing out something on the screen.
"This is ridiculous, do I not even get a say in this?" Dawn said, but the feeling of doing anything to survive kicked in. She knew if it was between sex and fighting for her life to survive, sex was the lesser of two evils.
"As I said before, I will give you a chance to adjust to me. Borg on the other hand is not as patient. So I suggest you bring yourself to terms with this, so you can mate with us both. We do not care whose offspring you are pregnant with, just that we can prove it's possible for a human to reproduce with our kind. We can then petition our leader to bring more females to our planet." Uth told her and then ignored her.
Dawn explored the room while the two men talked and plotted the course home. She could feel Borg's eyes on her, and it mildly creeped her out. She didn't know what she was going to do about this, but she felt like she was losing her mind.
They might not call her slave, but that's basically what she was. She was nothing to them but a cattle being lead to the slaughter, or in this case, a brood mare. Something to use, see if it works, and discard if their plan failed.
She had no way of getting back to Earth. So, she made the decision to deal with the hand that had been dealt, and move forward trying to make plans to just survive. She didn't want to die, or be harmed.
This situation sucked. It made her regret all the bad feelings she'd had about her job. If only her car hadn't overheated.