Alien Romance: Grabbed By The Alien Lord: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Celestial Protectors Book 2) (10 page)

              “Like what,” Amiilya demanded.  “We received clearance to land.  There is so much to show you.” Amiilya gazed out the window of the ship at the orb floating in front of them.

              Galtan waited and knew the instant that Amiilya got the idea, the instant she saw the wide bed extending from the seemingly benign rear wall of the ship.  She sighed gustily as she looked up at him.

              “Seriously?”  Another sigh, “I swear, you’re developing an addiction – we might need to put you in therapy.”

              “I am relatively certain that is a common issue with males – no matter their species,” Galtan commented as he dropped her onto the bed.  He didn’t bother to undress her in a civilized manner; instead, as eager for her as he had been the first time he had been afforded the pleasures of her body, he shredded the silk hiding her body from his view.  At Amiilya’s stunned gaze, Galtan shrugged.

              “I didn’t want to wait,” Galtan justified as he stretched his long, nude body over hers.

              “Men!” Amiilya groaned in disgust as Galtan sealed his lips over hers.  Galtan ran his hands greedily over Amiilya’s silky skin.  He found the warming skin of her belly then slid his hand down over the long sloping plane to find her hot, wet flesh between her thighs; the soft patch of hair plush under his palm as he squeezed her hot flesh.

Galtan reached further to find her swollen lips drenched – it seemed despite her teasing protest – Amiilya wanted him as much as he did her.  Parting the soft, slick flesh, Galtan found the gem of her pleasure.  He allowed his fingers to dance over the tender bundle of nerves causing the lovely human in his arms to let out a deep moan, before he pulled his hand back. 

              Galtan splayed Amiilya’s thighs wide beneath him, holding them open with his own legs; he made sure to grind his hard shaft against her, stroking the wet slit, enjoying the feel of her body lubricating his shaft with her need.  He kept the teasing strokes of his member against the center of her body, rolling his hips relentlessly against her, drawing thick moans of pleasure from her throat.  Amiilya’s body started to undulate beneath him, twitching in response to her need.

While her body continued to shift – as sensation quickly built toward a shattering peak – Galtan held his body under control as he stroked his hands up over the rich curves of Amiilya’s body.  Her rounded thighs shuddered and tried to close, tried to stop the building pleasure, but couldn’t.  

He squeezed her hips and ran his hands along the long curve of her waist.  Finally, Galtan slid his hands up to heady, delectable curves of her chest.  The heavy weight filled his hands.  He tweaked her already hard nipples, rolled each of the firm peaks between thumbs and forefingers, before he arched his body so that he could set his lips to the sensitive, hardened flesh. 

Shudders wracked Amiilya’s frame, little mewling sounds slipping past her lips as he carefully held her on the edge of ecstasy.

*

Amelia felt like a cable wound too tight, she was so close to orgasm – so close and Galtan wasn’t even inside her yet; had yet to fill her body, stretch her as if she were on a rack of pleasure and desire.

             
Please!

              “Please what, Amelia?”  She hadn’t even realized the pleading thought had actually passed her lips through the panting of her breath.  The panting was out of control, not to mention the moaning; the whimpering; the gyration of her hips.

“Please Galtan, I’m so close.”

              “How do you want me to help you Amelia?”  Galtan’s voice was like dark magic, rumbling in the cool circulated air – Earth loomed at the edge of the vision, large covered in restored forests and purified oceans.

“You, fill me – please, I need you inside of me.”  Her alien’s chuckle was wicked against her chest.

Galtan lifted Amelia’s hips from the cot, wrapping his arms around her thighs, and keeping her legs spread he slowly drove the large head of his cock into her sheath; he fitted the head of his cock between the lips of her pussy, right against the tight opening and gradually started to push.

There was no hesitation in Amelia’s body this time; her tight sheath eased its tight grip to accommodate the heavy weight of Galtan’s cock.  This time Galtan sat back on his heels and waited for Amelia to try to arch her pussy further onto his cock. 

When the desperate thrusts of her body on his only seated him a few short su inside of her – a mere fraction of his length, Galtan pinned her to the bed and continued his slow, relentless plunge into her body.

Wait. Wait.
  Amelia’s body bowed, arched high, as she suddenly clamped down on the girthy alien flesh she was impaled on.  A hot orgasm surged through her, the starbursts behind her eyes blinding her to everything but the pleasure wracked face of the man over her.

…

Amelia and Galtan came back to themselves at the crackle of the communications system.  They both realized, way too late, that the line of communications had been open and transmitting during their entire interlude.  Any awkward sounding male voice hesitantly filled the chamber of the ship from the console.

“Ms. Glass, you and your mate have been in the orbital ring for a while now…is there an intention to land this evening?” 

Mortified, Amelia’s wide eyes bore into Galtan’s, the alien’s response was to laugh.  He laughed as Amelia hid her face under a pillow on the bed.  He laughed as he wandered, naked, over to he controls. The alien, serious warrior ruler, continued to laugh as he received the landing trajectory.

             
Who would have thought that a change of scenery would turn him into a loon – I doubt I will ever be able to look at him as dignified again!

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PREVIEW OF SEIZED BY THE ALIEN BY AANA CELESTYA

Chapter One

A crash like thunder rent the air and filled it with a shower of ice shards, sparkling in the pale sunlight as they rained down on the frozen tundra. Astrid stared as the glittering cloud fell around the shoulders of the man above her, this creature out of a fairy tale.

He was impossibly tall, a living sculpture of powerful muscles rippling beneath copper skin, wrapped in a massive silver fur cloak which flared around his broad shoulders as the creature he was riding reared up in fear of the blast that had exploded near its eight clawed feet.

The rider, undeterred, his strong jaw set with concentration, leaned into the animal's motion, standing in his stirrups, his gray eyes steely as he aimed his weapon and loosed a bolt of blue light like a lance at his enemies, which sailed through the air and exploded a few feet away from them, filling the air with a thunderous noise once again and hiding the two of them temporarily behind a cloud of ice and dirt.

He let his weapon drop and turned at once, holding out a strong, calloused hand to Astrid where she lay sprawled and terrified in the snow. Her heart skipped a beat as he reached for her and she leaned away, frightened and overwhelmed. He spoke words in a rolling, fluid tongue Astrid couldn't understand. But, looking at his handsome, angular features, his long dark hair still settling around him, she imagined the only thing they could mean.

"Take my hand if you want to live."

Astrid had always been more in love with the stars than anything on earth. As a little girl, she'd lay in her backyard at night, surrounded by the scent of grass and damp earth, the glow of fireflies flickering in the corners of her vision, and look up at the sky, drunk on the beauty of the universe.

The richness of the night sky over her country home was intoxicating, a panoply of color seen nowhere on earth. The deep blue black that back dropped the stars melted into the bright cerulean and pale ivory of the Milky Way and shifted into the rich, saturated plum of the horizon, and all of it sparkling with a billion, billion stars, blue white and trembling against the dark. Like some careless god had crushed a diamond and scattered its remnants over the heavens. She would reach up then, her hands tiny against the infinite expanse, and imagine herself falling into it. To be surrounded by all that beauty forever was the most incredible thing she could imagine.

As she got older, she set her sights on the space program and threw herself after her goal with intractable determination. She had a tenacity rarely rivaled and a wit to match it, consistently excelling in her studies and topping her classes year after year.

And now here she was, only twenty one, finally going into space. Just not in the way she had anticipated.

She stood on the edge of the platform, clenching her fists to try and quiet the nervous butterflies crowding her stomach. The tight silver flight suit emphasized her generous curves and the glow of her tanned, silky skin. Her black hair was pulled back into a shower of braids, and her smoky eyes stared directly ahead at her target with steely focus that didn't betray how incredibly anxious she felt inside.

"Final checks?" She called back to Professor Brentwood.

The professor, a thin, bent old man with a sharp goatee and a sharper eye, leaned over his console, checking his readings again.

"Everything's clear for departure, Miss Carver," Brentwood replied, "You're about to change history, Astrid."

Astrid smiled, pleased by his pride in her. Astrid had admired Brentwood from the first time she'd read one of his incredible papers on astrophysics and the potential of traveling through wormholes.

"We're making history together," She promised, turning back to smile stiffly at him, her heart racing.

When she'd been offered a position as his research assistant, she'd thought it was too good to be true. She supposed, in a way, it was. She certainly hadn't signed up for this expecting to be the first human trial in a wormhole travel experiment.

"They're going to regret the day they ignored my research," Brentwood said, eyes shining with pride, "We'll show them all! Take your place, Miss Carver!"

Brentwood's experiments, Astrid came to discover once she took the job with him, were much further along than she'd been lead to believe. She had thought everything he was doing was theoretical. Imagine her shock when he had showed her not just proof of his theories, but a half finished machine that would make them a practical reality.

He'd chosen her for his assistant over older, more qualified applicants, because he'd seen her ferocious stubbornness, her refusal to let her dreams remain only dreams. Together they'd finished the machine, tested it. And finally they'd pointed it at Kepler-22b.

The Kepler-22 system was one of the closest star systems known to have earthlike planets possibly capable of sustaining life, and Kepler-22b was the most promising of those planets. Initial probes they'd sent through had reported land, and atmosphere.

But this test would reveal so much more. Because Astrid was standing in front of a massive portal, an artificial wormhole, that was going to take her there in person.

She climbed into the small, spherical pod she would be riding through the wormhole, taking a last deep breath as the aluminum silicate glass front of the pod lowered, sealing her into the tiny pod, which contained little other than a black, cushioned seat and a control panel. The rest of it was all reinforced environmental protection and the mechanism to create the portal again on the other side.

"Ready to launch," Astrid reported as she buckled in to her seat.

"Beginning launch sequence," Brentwood replied his voice muffled through the coms, "Hold on tight."

He began the count down and Astrid clutched the arms of the chair tightly, staring into the eerie, colorless rippling of the portal in front of her. She heard the pod humming to life and her stomach clenched. Just a second before it rocketed forward into the portal, she closed her eyes.

And opened them in a warzone.

Blinking in the sudden and too bright sunlight, Astrid stared through the window of her pod, the earth still smoking around the crater the pod had made, as full scale battle raged outside it. She'd landed on what appeared to be icy tundra, the flat, frigid plane extending towards the soft blue shadow of mountains in the distance.

And all that space was filled with two armies of what looked like humans, only much larger. The smallest looked taller than six feet, the largest over ten. Some were riding huge animals that resembled something between a horse and a predatory cat, with a long snout full of teeth and eight ungulate legs that ended in clawed paws rather than hooves.

The warriors on the ground were wielding long black staffs topped with electric blue spearheads, while the mounted men had strange black devices which they held to the shoulders like javelins.

Astrid realized why a moment later as a lance of blue light blossomed from the device and was fired from it like a rocket. One exploded very near her pod, knocking it onto its side, sending Astrid tumbling with a scream.

She could hear Brentwood babbling over the coms, but she didn't have time to reply to him, as a large hand reached over and pried her pod's door off like it was made of aluminum.

A man, easily eight and half feet tall, with a long black braid and a deep scar across his nose, grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of the pod. He held her in the air easily, looking her up and down as she struggled against his grip, panic seizing her.

"Too small," He grumbled, reaching out to pinch at her hips, which made her shriek in surprise, "But you'll do for a concubine I suppose."

Astrid, wide eyed with terror at what she thought he was suggesting, slashed at his wrists with her nails but, though he grimaced, he didn't let her go, merely grabbing her other arm and giving her a good shake instead.

Before she could regain her bearings, she heard a high pitched, keening cry like an elk, and one of the blue light lances exploded in the shoulder of the man holding her. He flew back, dropping her hard in the snow.