Stolen By the Alien by Ashlyn Hawkes
12
Omur
Hannah falls asleep a few minutes later, and I do too. I only wake because of another message from the maestro.
“Why haven’t you moved from your position above Earth?” he demands.
“I fell asleep,” I murmur through a yawn.
“Get moving.”
He disconnects.
“What’s going on?” Hannah asks.
“The maestro. He wants me to return to Garrus.” I frown. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Don’t look at me,” she protests. “I don’t know what to do either.”
“We can’t stay here,” I say apologetically. “He will come here or send someone this way if I disobey him, and it would not be pretty.”
“Then we’ll go,” she says simply.
“Go?” I ask, gaping at her.
“I don’t know if I’m ready to accept being your mate,” she says in a rush, “but I do know that I don’t want to return to Earth with my mind wiped.”
“I would risk returning you without your mind being wiped,” I inform her.
“Besides, it might not work, anyhow, right?” She gives me a tiny grin and then shakes her head. “For now, I will go with you.”
“But when we arrive,” I start.
“We can try to figure things out along the way.”
I nod. “This is not necessarily the smartest of ideas,” I warn her.
“Do you have a better one?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to return to Earth?”
“No!”
“Do you want to return to Earth with me?”
I hesitate. “I don’t think I’ll blend in.”
“No? Not with your green skin and your…” She pushes for me to roll over, and I comply. “What are these?”
“Tiny horns.”
“Horns? Why do you have them?”
“Why don’t you?” I counter. “This is how we are made.”
“I almost wish you had horns up here,” she says, tapping my temples. “I could hold onto them as I ride you.”
“Now there’s an idea I can get behind,” I tell her with a huge grin.
We end up having sex, just a quick romp, and she follows me to the cockpit. I have her sit on my lap and try to teach her some of the controls, but each time she reaches over to touch a button or pull a lever, she brushes her ass against my cock, and I shove her clothes down and out of the way and take her right then and there.
“You love to make a mess everywhere,” she says with a giggle once we’ve finished.
“Don’t laugh,” I say with a groan.
“Why not? I laugh when I’m happy.”
“It’s such a sexy sound,” I growl, rubbing against her ass, hard again.
“Is it?” She spins around, and this time, we have sex with her facing me, kissing all the while.
When I come, my balls ache. “You’re going to make my balls fall off.”
“I can hardly walk,” she points out.
It’s the truth. She banged into one wall and then the other on our walk to the cockpit. I almost asked her if she wanted me to pick her up, but I didn’t want to upset her. Not that I thought she would be upset about it, but she values being herself. She values her independence. I can tell.
Finally, I guide her to stand and press my hand to the floor. A second chair pops up for her to sit on.
“The ships are made for two?” she asks as she claims the seat.
“We fly off to find our mates,” I remind her. “Why shouldn’t our mates have a seat in the cockpit?”
“You want your mate to never be out of your sight, huh?”
“Yes.”
She’s quiet for a long moment. “Is it always like this?”
“Like what?”
“The constant desire to fuck you?” Her cheeks are red, but she’s staring at me instead of looking away.
“How would I know?” I ask with a snort. “You’re my only mate.”
“Your brother hasn’t said?”
“If you want, I can ask him.”
“Don’t you—”
“Rumus,” I say, pretending to call him. “I was wondering… when you first mated Karlii, did you two have sex all the time? Could she walk afterward? Did your balls ache from producing so much sperm that you thought they were going to fall off? Your cock too? Interesting. Thanks. I thought so.”
She gapes at me. “You did not.”
“I didn’t.” I burst out laughing.
Her eyes widen, and she slaps my shoulder. “I can’t believe you!”
“You can’t believe that I would tease you? Oh, I can tease you all right.”
I shift to be between her legs, lowering her clothes and burying my face between her legs, lapping up our combined juices. She wiggles and squirms on her seat, fighting me, not wanting to come, so I draw back.
“Why did you stop?” she whines.
“I thought you were trying to get me to move away.”
“No, no, I want you!” she begs.
I smirk and stand.
“Fucking tease,” she grumbles. “You want to know how a pro teases?”
“No,” I say.
But she's already out of her seat. She doesn't push down my gellious pants. No, she just rubs my cock through them. I'm almost at the brink of no return when she just stops.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that,” I tell her.
She shrieks and runs away. I chase after her, and we end up having sex against the wall in the hallway.
Afterward, we eat and sleep, and I wake to her mouth around my cock. She sucks me dry and then lies beside me and kisses my cheek. “I was thirsty,” she murmurs.
“My balls really do ache.”
“Maybe they just need to realize that your sexual stamina must be increased.”
“Oh, must it?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says. She stands and goes against the wall.
I follow her, and she guides my cock inside her. This time, she lifts a leg so that it's against my shoulder. This makes it so I can enter her that much deeper, and I'm coming very quickly. As I pull out, globs of cum trickle down her thighs.
“Do you want me to wash you up?” I ask her with a grin.
“Yes, please.”
We wash up, my tongue assaulting her clit until she gushes juice all down my neck, and I have to wash us both up again.
“I can barely walk,” she complains as we head back to the cockpit.
“It’s your fault,” I inform her.
“It’s your fault,” she protests.
“How so?”
“I never had sex like this before,” she says.
“Not with—”
“Not with anyone,” she says in a rush.
Does she not want to hear Luca’s name? Is that progress?
“How long until we reach Garrus?” she asks.
“A week.”
“Good.”
“Good? Oh, because it’ll give us time to come up with a plan.”
“I was thinking that gives us time to have sex in every room on this ship. What do you think?”
“I think you better stop complaining about walking.”
“Why?” she murmurs so softly it’s as if she’s talking to herself.
“Why what?”
“Why can’t I get enough of your cock?”
“I can’t get enough of your pussy or your mouth,” I inform her.
“Your mouth.” She moans, rubbing her throat.
“Ovian, Hannah. If you don’t want me to take you right here and now—”
“Take me.” She had put her clothes back on after we washed up, but she steps out of them now.
“Hannah…”
“You don’t want me?”
“Of course I do,” I growl.
“Then take me.”
I swallow hard. “Hannah, you are killing me.”
Her eyes widen. “Not really, right? I’m not like some succubus that is stealing away a bit of your soul every time we have sex while I refuse to mate with you or whatever it’s called?”
“A succubus?”
“A female demon who sucks the souls out of men.”
I blink a few times.
“They aren’t real,” she assures me. “But they’re said to be stunningly beautiful, and they use sex to be able to get to the guy’s soul.”
“Well, you are stunningly beautiful, and you have my soul if you want it.”
“That’s very sweet in a dark, demonic kind of way. Are you calling me your own personal succubus?”
“Hmm. I like the first syllable.”
She smirks. “I’m sure you—I don’t know what that means, but a blinking red light is usually not good, right?”
I whirl around to look at the dashboard of the cockpit. There is a red light all right, shining like a beacon filled with false hope.
“What’s going on?” she asks. Amazingly, she doesn’t sound worried.
But I am worried.
“We’re having trouble with the mechanine,” I tell her.
“The mechanine?”
“It’s what gives the command module the power to fly through space.”
“The engine.”
“Sure,” I mumble.
I attempt a few quick fixes, but nothing is working, and we’re starting to drop. This is bad. This is really bad.
“We’re going to have to land,” I inform her.
“Is there a planet nearby?” she asks as she sits in her seat.
“Buckle up,” I inform her. “Yes, there’s a planet nearby. Harrock.”
She buckles up and looks at me expectantly with trust.
I hope I deserve that trust because this is not going to be easy at all.