Alien Freak - Calista Skye Page 0,12

over his chest, looking at me.

I wipe the moisture off my face. “Well, don’t just stand there, lobster. Do a cartwheel. Or something.”

I know I’m not being myself. This is not normal behavior. This is crazy. But I can’t stop it.

“You are finished laughing?” His voice is smooth and too resonant to be funny.

“Hey, you know Spaceish? I do, too.”

He looks me up and down, actually looking pretty sexy, what with the muscles and the angry, red color and the twitching bulge in his pants.

“Come here,” I suggest and pat the bed beside me. “There’s room for two.”

There really isn’t, but to those big eyes of his, the bed must look huge!

I break into laughter again, then gradually relax on the soft mattress.

Why is he not lying down?

There’s like a haze everywhere around me. It’s very pleasant, but it also feels artificial, somehow.

He doesn’t move.

I remember who he is now. “You’re a poacher,” I accuse and point at him. “You poached me.”

For some reason it doesn’t make me angry. If he abducted me, it must mean he likes me, right?

Oh my, look at the bulge twitch! Is it alive? Maybe it’s alive, and all it wants is to be let out?

Or… let in?

The thought sends a flood wave of heat through me, all coming together at my crotch.

I can’t hold back a moan, and my hands go to my chest, all by themselves, squeezing outside the bra.

“Come on,” I moan, lost in a wonderful, purple mist where all I can see is the twitching thing in that red guy’s pants. I wonder if that thing is red, too. “I can see you want it. Just do it.”

I run one hand down my body. My skin is super sensitive, almost too tender to touch, but just the right side of fantastically good.

That muttering voice deep inside is not on board with this at all. I’m not being myself.

“Take me,” I plead. “Come on, Red.”

I know I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s absolutely crazy and stupid and dangerous. But I can’t help it. I’ve lost control of myself, given over to all my most primitive impulses.

My fingers find the edge of my panties all by themselves. Just one inch away is the main event, the most sensitive part of me that really needs to be touched.

I’ll just get a little more comfortable...

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- Zaroc -

She goes limp, her eyes fall closed, and I worry that she has died after all.

But when I check, she’s breathing calmly and her heart beats as fast as ever.

The cabin reeks of horny female, and my own body has some serious questions about why I didn’t do what I was aching to. So does my mind.

She was clearly ready for it. More ready than I’ve ever seen any female, absolutely begging.

There might not have been a better time to mate with her. And yet, I didn’t do it.

My tongue shoots out, sampling the air. When it comes back in, my knees go so weak I have to sit down on the bed. That is an extremely horny female, and my olfactory organs are too sensitive for the onslaught of that cocktail of pure lust.

By all rights, I should just take her, like she begged me to. She is mine.

But something held me back. It may have been lust, but it was probably brought on by the venom. It did seem to drive her into a strange frenzy. Her eyes were glassy, and her face was flushed.

So was all the rest of her. The junction of her thighs was registering as searing bright in my heat vision.

I swallow, feeling the twitching in my crotch.

And yet I won’t. It’s not… right.

The female appears to sleep peacefully. When she wakes up, I’ll find out if she has a name.

I leave the cabin and zip up to the control room.

“She’s asleep.”

Grandmother flashes green. “Did you at least…?”

“Sing her a lullaby? No, I didn’t.” I’m in no mood for innuendo. Even I don’t understand why I didn’t breed that alien good.

“No? Well, there might be more chances. If she survives.”

“She’ll survive,” I grunt. “My venom seems to have lost its power.”

“There’s no such thing,” Grandmother flashes. “Even extremely elderly and sick Lancefers produce extremely potent venom. When was the last time you struck someone?”

I think back. “Seven months ago. The band of young Gurandu that cornered me. I took down all eight of them.”

“Did it take them a long time to die?”

I sit down heavily in the pilot’s seat, staring out at the