Stolen By the Alien by Ashlyn Hawkes

11

Hannah

It’s so very exciting to have Omur take my hand and lead me back to the room. Once we’re inside, though, he hesitates.

“What’s wrong?”

“I love coming in your mouth, and coming all over you was hot as fuck too,” he says slowly.

“So what’s wrong?” I ask, honestly curious.

"I know you aren't ready to be my mate and that you might never be willing, and that's not what this is about. It's just… This is about the Garrux. We're taught that sex is supposed to be about making babies, about the woman becoming pregnant. If you keep sucking up all of my cum—"

I lick my lips.

"Fuck, Hannah." He sighs. "What are you doing to me?"

“I’m broadening your horizons, baby,” I tease.

“But… I mean… I guess this is for the best because you don’t want to become pregnant with my baby.”

“Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. I don’t know.”

“Until you know and unless it’s a yes… Do you have any of those condoms?” he asks.

I laugh and shake my head. “No, I don’t. Do you, ah, have any lube?”

“Lube?”

"Lubricant. It makes it so that your cock is all slick. It'll make it easier for you to enter my ass, from what I've heard. I've never had it up the butt before. Luca didn't want to do any anal play, although he seemed to like Brea's anus just fine." I scowl and then shake my head. "I'm sorry."

“Why are you sorry?” He sounds so confused.

“I don’t mean to keep bringing them up.”

“They hurt you. It’s natural for you to keep thinking about them.”

“I don’t want to,” I whisper. “Right now, I want to think about only you.”

He reaches for me and shoves his fingers deep inside me, sliding them in as deep as they’ll go, feeling around. It’s almost as if he wants to stretch me out, but then he removes them and rubs my wetness up and down his cock.

"Here, baby." I push him onto the bed, straddle him, and impale myself onto his cock again and again. Fuck. I'm going to come soon at this rate. "Don't you come in me," I tell him. "Not this hole. I… ah… Oh… I want… come in… I want to feel… your cum… drip out of my… ass…"

“I can come in your pussy and your ass,” he says, panting.

“Yes!” I cry as I reach the peak. I can feel his hot cum as he ejaculates, and I keep on going, riding him hard, loving his cock so damn much. Already, another orgasm is brewing. I don’t know how it can be that he affects me like this, but I need this. I need him. I can almost feel myself start to forget Luca as I climax again.

As soon as the last muscle contraction of my orgasm fades, Omur grabs my hips, lifts me off him, and dumps me onto the bed beside him. He kisses me a few times and then stands. His big hands guide me so that I’m hanging over the bed. I grab a pillow and shove it beneath my hips so that my ass is a bit higher in the air.

“Are you ready?” he asks, rubbing his wet tip against my tight hole.

“I… I think so.”

“Let me know if this hurts.”

“Oh, it’ll hurt all right,” I inform him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He jerks back.

I wiggle my ass. “I sucked you. You fuck my ass.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I giggle, but then he’s pushing the tip against me. I do my best to relax, to accept him. He’s big, oh so damn big, and it does hurt, but I want this, and slowly, slowly, slowly, he enters me.

“There,” he says, his voice a bit tight.

I try to get used to his size and then wiggle my hips. “Move. Slowly.”

“I… I don’t think I can.”

“Why not? You aren’t stuck, are you?”

“No, but…”

“No buts,” I say firmly.

“This is your butt.” He slaps my ass.

I jerk, which causes my clit to rub against the pillow.

“Again,” I beg.

“You want me to slap you?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

He does, not as hard this time.

“Harder.”

“But—”

“Do it.”

He does. I jump, and the rubbing against my clit happens again.

“Please,” I beg. “Move.”

“I… I’ll come right away,” he admits.

“Will you still be hard?”

“Most likely. It feels like my cock is going to die. That’s how tight you are.”

“Then it’ll die a happy death.”

He chuckles and then begins to move. I slip a hand down to be between myself and the pillow, and I rub my clit. I feel so very full, having his cock inside my ass.

“What… what are you doing?” he asks, his voice tight.

“Rubbing my clit.”

“Your clit?”

“Here.”

I reach behind me blindly and take his hand, replacing mine. His fingers rub against my sensitive nub, and I can feel my orgasm start to build.

Omur grunts, and I can feel it. I can feel his cum leak around him to trail down my thighs, coating them.

“Yes,” I scream. “Please. More.”

He moves a bit faster, not as fast as he would in my pussy, but I don’t think he’ll be able to for a long while. It’s just a slight rocking back and forth motion.

But his fingers are like magic against my clit, and I don’t know if I can handle this. It’s too much. It’s…

“Omur!” I yell, and I feel more wetness coat my thighs.

When he licked me out when I was sitting on his shoulders, I squirted for the first time. It felt so amazing, and I think I might’ve just done it again, or maybe he came again. Or both. I don’t know, but I love this so much.

“Please,” I beg. “Keep going.”

“I… I want to be in your pussy,” he whispers.

I ease myself forward, slowly, slowly, until he’s out of my ass. It’s the strangest sensation, feeling him leave my ass hole.

“You have to clean up first,” I inform him as I roll around, unwilling to sit. My ass is a little sore. “You can go from front to back but not back to front.”

“Front to…”

“Pussy to anus but not anus to pussy.”

He lifts his eyebrows.

“It’s disgusting, dirty, and it can cause disease,” I explain.

“I don’t want that.” He makes a face. “Disgusting? I thought you liked it.”

“I did like it,” I assure him, touching his cheek. “Trust me. Couldn’t you tell?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Besides, I should wash up too.”

With a wild grin and a look like he’s found heaven, Omur takes my hand and brings me to some kind of weird box that’s at the end of a hallway. As soon as he shuts the door behind us, water sprays from all of the walls at all kinds of angles, not too hard.

I can't help myself. I move to stand before one of the nozzles that aims at my crotch, and I maneuver to make sure that the water hits my clit. It takes me less than a minute to come.

I turn around to watch Omur stroke his cock. It’s all soapy. I’m not sure where the soap came from, but watching him pleasure himself is so fucking erotic.

His orange cum sprays onto the floor.

“You naughty boy,” I tell him as I cross over to him. “Wasting your cum like that when you have a perfectly good pussy right here.”

“Hannah,” he moans.

“Take me.”

“I don’t know if my cock or my balls can stand it.”

“I don’t know how I’m standing either, but I thought you wanted to come in my pussy.”

“I do. Fuck me, I do.”

He draws me into his arms, crushing me, and then he slams my back against the wall, the same wall I used to get me off. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he slams his cock into me. I can get used to all of this slamming around.

Maybe it’s because our bodies are both tired and petering out on us, but it takes longer for us both to come. Then, he presses his hands to the wall, and his hands are now covered in soap. I do the same, and we wash each other’s bodies, although we wash our own erotic regions so we aren’t tempted to have even more sex.

I'm not at all surprised when Omur guides me to a different room. We did mess up the first bed, making it all sexified.

I rest against Omur. This isn’t what my future can be. I can’t just live to have sex with a hot alien god and do nothing but eat, sleep, and fuck.

I can’t, but for right now, it’s precisely what I want.

Only…

I lift my head up so I can stare at him. “You told the maestro that you took care of me. I take it that doesn’t mean he thinks you took care of me sexually.”

“It means he thinks I wiped your memory and returned you to Earth.” He hesitates.

“What else is there?”

“I told you I wouldn’t lie to you, and I won’t,” he says seriously.

He shifts me to the side, and he sits up. Oh, wow. This is a grave conversation, apparently.

“Or he thinks I killed you,” he adds.

“Because of not being willing to wipe my memories,” I guess.

He swallows hard but doesn’t answer.

“Does this have anything to do with Garrux thinking sex is only for procreation?” I ask.

“Our numbers have dwindled over the years,” he admits. “Not all Garrux have located their mates, and we are hurting. We need to find as many mates as we can and have as many babies as possible. Some families are quite large with eight or more kids, but there are just as many Garrux who haven’t found their mates.”

“Why can’t two mate-less Garrux just have sex?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Garrux can only impregnate their mates.”

“How does that work?”

“Biologically, I guess.” He shrugs.

“The maestro, does he have a mate?”

“No.”

“Of course not. That’s why he wants you to kill yours.”

I can feel my cheeks grow red. What the hell did I just say? Did I just admit to being his mate? I don’t believe that.

Do I?

I can’t deny being ridiculously sexually attracted to him, but that’s not enough. That’s lust, not love.

But he has been so kind and gentle. He gives me what I need, and he’s attentive. He’s already given me so much more than Luca ever did.

We’ve also talked about our pasts some, but there’s so much more about him I don’t know yet.

So much that I want to learn about him.

Fuck. Am I giving him a chance despite everything? The last thing I need is to get hurt again after everything with Luca.

I shake my head. “You need to find another mate.”

“We only have one mate.”

“I’m not her. I can’t be,” I protest.

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“Because…”

"Your maestro wants me dead," I spit out. "How can it possibly work out between us? I'm going to end up dead, or my memory wiped, and all of this would have been for nothing."

“I don’t know if your mind could be wiped,” he counters.

I gape at him. “Why do you think that?”

“I think we’re starting to become too close together,” he says sadly. “That might not be an option for you.”

“You mean…”

“We aren’t… The mating hasn’t been official,” he says frantically. “That can’t happen unless you want to. You don’t have to worry about that.”

I nod slowly.

“But…”

I swallow hard. “Have the Garrux always had mates?”

“Yes,” he says. “As far as I know, that is.”

“It protects your heart,” I murmur. “Knowing your mate is out there somewhere…”

“It’s terrifying. Far too many haven’t ever found their mates.”

“Like the maestro.”

“He thought he found his mate,” Omur says. He shakes his head.

“What do you mean thought?” I ask suspiciously.

“She cheated on him. She shouldn’t have been able to do that, but she did.”

“Let me guess,” I say, my tone dry. “She was an Earthling.”

“Yes. See? You’re so intelligent that your boss and Luca are both ovian bastards for not seeing your brilliance, but I, for one, am happy about that because I wish for you to be with me and only me. I know that is selfish, but…”

“I complete you?” I ask sarcastically.

“Yes,” he says seriously.

I gulp. The maestro is not going to be happy with Omur unless he gets rid of me, and honestly, I’m not sure if that’s what I want anymore.