Stolen By the Alien by Ashlyn Hawkes

10

Omur

Hannah places a hand to her mouth and barely hides a yawn.

“Why don’t you rest some?” I ask her.

“I don’t know if I want to sleep after that nightmare,” she says with a shudder.

“Then, what would you like to do?”

She bites her lower lip. "Can you show me around, maybe?"

I start to give her a tour of the ship, starting with the cockpit. “Here is where I can fly us to anywhere in the universe,” I tell her.

“How many planets have you been to?”

“Over one hundred. I stopped counting.”

“And you went to all of them in search of… your mate?”

“Yes.”

“And all Garrux do this?”

“Yes.”

“Even the females?”

“Yes.”

“You all know how to pilot?”

“Yes. We’re taught how to at an early age.”

"Are you… Some of the species can't be… Are there any intergalactic wars going on?"

I hesitate, thinking of the Grots. I do not wish to terrify her. The Grots have attacked and destroyed several planets, wiping out entire species in the process. None have the means to go up against them. Thankfully, the Grots are nowhere near here, and I hope they never come near Garrus or Earth.

“No wars like you have had on Earth,” I tell her, which is the truth. What the Grots have done, what they continue to do, is nothing like the Earthling wars.

“Good,” she murmurs. “I… I know the maestro seems to think we’re a terrible species.”

“You aren’t terrible.”

“Terribly ignorant.” She bites her lower lip.

I fight back a groan. She’s so damn sexy without her even realizing it.

“Do you want to learn how to fly?” I ask her.

Her eyes light up, but she shakes her head quickly. “I don’t think I should.”

“Why not?” I demand.

“The maestro won’t like it.”

“He doesn’t need to know.”

She takes a step toward me and brushes up against me. “You like to be a bit of a rebel, don’t you?”

“Define rebel.”

“Have you ever had your cock sucked?” she asks, reaching for my gellious pants.

“Sucked?”

She looks at me with a glint in her dark eyes. Her lips are so very red, maybe because she bites them so often. “I should ask if you ever had your cock sucked before I did it.”

I groan. “You mean…”

“I mean this.” She slithers down and licks along my shaft. I’m already hard. I almost always am around her.

My fingers thread through her hair, and I fight the urge to fuck her mouth. Her mouth is so wet, the hole perfect, and when she gently scrapes her teeth against the tip of my cock, I lose myself. I grab her hair and begin to thrust into her mouth, carefully not to go too far back. I don’t want to make her gag. My cock is too big for her to fit all of it into her mouth.

She swallows around my cock, bobbing up and down, and it seems as if she wants me to go even deeper into her mouth. I hit the back of her throat, and the sensation of her wet mouth and her hands on my balls, playing with them, has my balls tightening, and my cum sprays out, hitting the back of her throat. She swallows my cum, sucking out more from me, and I give myself over to her. The more love and attention she gives my cock and balls, the harder my cock becomes.

I don’t know if I can keep going like this. My balls ache from orgasming so many times since I first brought her onto the command module, but it feels so ovian good that I don’t want to stop. I never want to stop.

She brings me to the brink, to that edge that means I have to ejaculate, but she pulls out.

“I’m going to…” I start to warn.

She’s taking off her shirt, and I can’t help myself. I ejaculate all over her boobs.

Her eyes widen, and she laughs. “Seriously?”

“I couldn’t hold it in any longer.”

“You made such a mess,” she scolds. “Are you going to clean it up?”

“Of course,” I assure her, but she’s already grabbing her boobs, squeezing them, rubbing the cum all over her and then licking her hands.

My jaw drops. Ovian, is she sexy.

I grab her shoulders and guide her to stand up. My lips claim hers, and I go to remove her clothes. I don’t care if she’s a mess, if we get our combined juices all over the cockpit. I have to have her right now.

“I want you,” she murmurs.

“In what hole?”

Fuck. What the ovian did I just ask her? How could I have asked her that? Her mouth, her pussy…

“I want you up my ass,” she says. She bites her lower lip.

“Are you sure?” I ask her. “Your boss wanted that.”

“I… I never have had anal before. It’s brand new territory for me, and I… I think based on you coming almost as soon as I put you into my mouth the first time, that you never had oral before.”

I shake my head, dazed.

“Have you ever put your cock into a woman’s anus before?” she asks.

I shake my head again.

“You just had your cock in that woman’s pussy?”

“I don’t want to ever think about her,” I growl.

“No?”

“No. Maybe I’ll wipe that memory away so that I can think and believe that I only ever worshiped your body.”

Her eyes widen. “Omur…”

“If you want my cock up your ass, I’ll do it. I just want to make sure that’s what you want.”

“I told my boss no because I didn’t want to sleep with him. He’s married, for one thing. He’s at least three decades older than I am, and I didn’t want his cock anywhere near me, but you…”

She takes a long moment to yank my gellious shirt up and off my body entirely because she hugs me, smearing some of my ejaculate onto me. We’re both going to need to get washed up, and the thought of us washing each other’s bodies has my cock growing even harder.

Hannah rubs against me. She’s an ovian vixen, teasing me like this.

“I want your cock near me all the time,” she whispers. “Maybe that makes me a slut, but I’m a slut for your cock and no one else’s.”

I growl and devour her lips, kissing her so deeply that I feel it stirring my soul. Fuck. I have to draw back then so I don’t start to meld with her. I don’t know what would happen if you try to meld to someone who isn’t willing, but I will not meld with her unless she melds back. I’m not even sure if you can meld with someone against their will.

Does that mean she’s starting to come around? That she’s starting to accept me and the fact that I’m her mate?

"Give me your cock," she says, but I kiss along her throat, suck her nipples, and kiss all the way down, kneeling in front of her so I can bury my face between her legs. I lick her folds, and she falls a bit forward, having to hold onto my shoulders.

I love the idea of her letting go so much that she can't control herself, and I shift slightly, urging her to put one leg and then the other over my shoulders. I stay kneeling, licking her out, sucking her lips and a small nub. Liquid gushes out of her, and she shrieks loudly, deafeningly loud, so loud that I can't hear the call at first.

Ovian. It’s the maestro.

I have no choice but to put Hannah back down. “I’ll claim your ass in a moment,” I tell her, my voice raspy. I run a hand down my face. It’s all wet. “I have to accept this call.”

“The maestro?” she asks.

I nod.

“Fuck him, but I suppose you better take his call.” She winks at me.

My heart feels so very light as I accept the call. “Maestro Schule.”

“Ah, Omur,” he says, acting as if I called him instead of the other way around. “You took forever to answer.”

“I was a bit… preoccupied.”

Hannah snorts, and I glare at her, but that only makes her smile that much wider.

I turn away from her. She’s liable to get me in trouble.

In even more trouble.

“What do you need?” I ask the maestro.

“You need to come again,” Hannah says in a soft whisper. She reaches around me and grabs my cock, stroking hard, making my cock stand at attention in seconds.

I shift my weight from one foot to the other. Fuck.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter. “Can you repeat that?”

“I didn’t say anything,” the maestro says dryly.

She’s rubbing her thumb along the tip of my cock. I can’t think. My breathing has to be raspy. How can the maestro not realize exactly what’s happening to me?

“Has the Earthling been dealt with?” the maestro demands.

Hannah has a hand on my back. She wants me to bend over. Her other hand is still on my cock, pulsating it by squeezing every few seconds.

I bend over, and the hand on my back trails down to my ass. She rubs against my ass hole, and then she starts to apply pressure there.

“Relax,” she murmurs.

I’m not sure what she means, but I try to relax my body, and then she pushes the tip of her finger into my ass hole.

Oh. She wants me to relax there.

But it’s so very hard to do that, especially while I’m talking to the maestro.

“Well?” he demands.

I close my eyes, rocking back, accepting more of her finger in my tight sphincter. She starts to stroke my cock harder, faster, and I rock back and forth, loving the dual sensations.

“Oh, yes,” I murmur.

“Yes?” the maestro repeats.

Hannah shifts her position. Her one hand is still on my cock, a finger from her other hand up my ass, but now, she’s in front of me. She licks my cock, and she has just enough time to put the tip of my cock back into her mouth before I empty myself for all I’m worth into her.

“She’s been taking care,” I tell the maestro, and I disconnect the call even though I know that will infuriate him. “Do you agree? Have you been dealt with? Taking care of?”

“I will be as soon as you put your cock up my ass,” she tells me.

Ovian. My mate is the wildest woman I’ve ever met.