Deceit: BBW Alien Lottery Romance (Chosen by the Karal Book 1) (7 page)

“What now?” Her voice was seductive, her skin flushed with desire. He could take her now and make her come around him. He had acted this out with the simulation so many times, trying to perfect it. He knew how to make a woman beg him to take her.

But not now. Not until after the decon’.

“We need to remove your gloves and your…”

“Panties. I think I can manage those.” Her eyes flicked to the door; she didn’t want him to mate with her here where others could watch. That pleased him, he wanted her for himself, didn’t want to share her with another Karalian, ever.

He helped her slip the gloves off, seeing the injured, inflamed flesh. While she removed her panties, he averted his eyes, knowing how close to taking her he was. Instead, he moved to the display and programmed the computer. Then he came back to her, a syringe in his hand.

“This will help; the process may be a little painful.”

“What exactly is going to happen?” she asked nervously.

“Your body will be cleansed, which doesn’t hurt. But the repair might. And I do not know your pain threshold.”

“Repair?”

“Your hands. I have changed the programme; your skin will take some time to repair. We will have to delay our journey. But I think you will benefit from having the procedure now.”

“You can do that?”

“Yes. I was surprised your hospitals could not.”

“No. Nothing like that.” She glanced down at her poor ruined hands, and tears welled in her eyes. “Thank you.”

His cock hardened further. He knew how she could repay him for this kindness. First, he pressed the syringe against her skin and gave her the drugs she needed. In seconds, she was unconscious. Marin took one last look at her body, seeing the shadow of dark curls nestling between her thighs, and dragged himself away before he fulfilled his need to touch her.

The next stage of the journey didn’t faze her, maybe she was becoming used to space travel, or maybe it was the new skin on her hands that distracted her. Elissa couldn’t help it; her hands were much more interesting than the descent into Karal’s atmosphere. She kept stroking her new skin, feeling how sensitive it was; Marin said that would settle down after a week. But she liked the feeling. After the days she had spent in pain, she was so glad to be able to use them. Although she was disappointed he hadn’t had to help her get dressed. He had affected her, or infected her, with his desire.
SimCoff
, her brain reminded her; that would ward off these feelings.

“There is the great tower where the Hierarchy rule from.”

“Is that where we are going?” she asked.

“No, we are going straight to my home.”

“It’s funny, after the big send-off we had from Earth, I expected to be greeted by your ruler.”

“I am sorry to disappoint you.”

“No. I’m pleased, but I thought the lottery was hyped up because the winner was the saviour of your species. You know, because of the whole lack of females thing you have going on.”

“We need females, yes, but they are simply for breeding.
You
are simply for breeding. Females play no part in our society, so there is no reason for you to meet our ruler. When he chooses to take a mate, then perhaps he will take an interest. But for now…”

“I am a brood mare,” she said, finally realising she would have nothing more to do than carry their children in her womb. Her education was worthless. They didn’t want or need her. Except for breeding.

“There is my home.” They came in low now, and she could make out a small house, made of smooth stone, low to the ground, surrounded by trees on one side and a garden on the other.

“What do you grow in your garden?”

“Food, mainly. It is part of our culture to grow what we can. It keeps us in touch with the planet.”

“It grounds you in nature,” she said, finding the different plants amazing. So much of the Earth was dead now.

“Yes.” He steered the cruiser down toward what looked like a drive; it was made of a cream-coloured stone, smooth and hardwearing like the house. Made to endure. This was not a throwaway society, by any means.

He landed the craft with expert precision. After switching off the engine, he opened the hatch at the back, lowering the gangway. Offering her his hand, they departed, Elissa shocked at the feel of his skin against hers. “I can feel little electrical impulses across my skin.”

He looked closely at her hand. “The skin must have some of the residue from our DNA in it; I tried to match yours as close as I could.”

“Is this what you feel?” she asked, stroking the fingertips of her other hand along his bare arm. The sensations were incredible; it was as if she could tell what he was feeling. Desire. That message passed along her nerve endings, to pool in an aching heat between her thighs. Elissa was sure she had never been more turned on in her whole life.

“We should go in; I’ll show you the house.” He led her through the door into his beautiful home.

She followed, trying to take in the coolness of the rooms, the natural tones of his wooden furniture, but all she could think about was whether his cock would fit inside her. “Where is the bedroom?”

He stopped. He had been about to show her the kitchen, ask her if she was hungry. But she had heard a different hunger in his voice. “I thought I would have to, what do you say on your planet, date you first. I wanted this to be easy for you.”

“It is easy. It’s also inevitable, that is why I am here, so before I change my mind, because before this whole thing started I couldn’t think of anything worse than being fucked by an alien... Let’s get this over with.”

“So eloquent.”

“Are you saying you don’t want me? Because I was sure on the space station, you wanted to take me. Am I wrong?”

“No. If it wasn’t for the need to decon, I would have taken you then. It was hard to deny the impulse.”

She began to undo her buttons, noting the clean sterile smell of her clothes. Her old life had been completely washed away. This was new, and she found it exciting. If this was going to happen, it needed to happen now before she talked herself into drinking SimCoff again to ward him off.

He came to her, his fingers more self-assured this time as he helped her strip her shirt from her body. Then he unzipped her skirt. This time he did not fold them neatly. Instead, they stayed where they had dropped to the floor, while he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the room that contained his bed. It was as sparse as the rest of his house, nothing feminine, everything practical. And that was what she was to him, a tool to use to produce his child, his new generation—she must always remember that.

Placing her down on the bed, he leaned over her and kissed her, while his hands went behind her to unclasp her bra. When her breasts spilled out, he cupped them in his hands, his thumbs rubbing her nipples. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as his mouth awoke her desire further. His lips were firm, his tongue exploring her mouth at its leisure while his hands set her skin on fire.

Using her sensitive hands, she pulled his shirt over his head, not having time to work out how fastened. He parted from her briefly to lift his arms, and then he eased himself down next to her, his mouth covering her nipple and sucking it in.

Her breath hissed through her teeth, ending in an open-mouthed gasp when he rolled his tongue around the taut bud. She was sure he was savouring the feel of her areola against the tip of his tongue. The ache between her thighs became more insistent in response.

Elissa began to work on his pants, he had changed from his earth clothes into ones made of soft cotton fabric, all-natural fibres, she was sure. Once the ties were open, she gained access to what was underneath. His long, thick alien cock. A tremor of desire passed through him when she grasped him in her hand. For her part, her new skin picked up his sensations, and his need to be inside her, to experience her fully. First, she was going to play with him a little, make him know he wasn’t completely in charge, not in the bedroom at least.

Stroking his cock, her hand sliding along the full length, she explored him. Marin’s skin was not smooth, more ribbed, her fingertips moving along the contours. But it was the head of his cock, which was different, it was more bulbous, and the more aroused he became the more it swelled. Now that might be a little interesting, and a little painful.

Yet still her excitement masked all other worries. They would be compatible; she would be able to accommodate him. And she wanted to try now.

Had her thoughts flashed through her fingers tips and into his brain? Suddenly he sat up, and pulled her panties down, almost tearing them in his haste. They landed somewhere on the floor, lost and forgotten as he parted her thighs. She thought he would enter her. That he would be so eager to come inside her, after all the anticipation, yet she was wrong.

He kissed her inner thighs, savouring her taste, the skin on his back reminding her of the colourful galaxies as multiple hues swirled and bright spots appeared as though stars were exploding. She touched his skin, her fingertips drawing the colours out, making them brighter and more vivid. And then his mouth covered her clit and in her head stars exploded too. Marin was gentle, at least to begin with. He kissed her, licked her, and then flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue while his mouth sucked at her. She arched her back off the bed, offering herself to him. She would not have guessed he had never done this before. So skilled, so intensely in command, he would make her come in a heartbeat.

She slid her hands down over his back, fingering his hair, feeling the long strands of silky black hair slip through her fingers as she urged him on. He shifted position and a finger thrust into her sex. Roughly he jabbed it in and out, just what she needed to make her come. He controlled her body, making her explode; he sucked and licked her juices with wet sounds as he savoured every last drop of her. On and on, her orgasm endless, as he took her over the edge and beyond. Only as her pleasure subsided did she realise she was sobbing, her emotions overwrought. How could he be so experienced, so in tune to her needs, when he had never been with a real woman?

Marin gave her no time to think. He moved to cover her body with his, hovering over her. Gazing into her eyes, he guided himself into her, the round head of his cock pushing against her outer lips. He was giving her no pause to hesitate; he was going to take his prize now, when she was still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.

There was a stretching sensation as he pushed the head of his cock into her. Incredibly tight, she gripped him, gasping when he thrust into her hard. He stopped, allowing her to adjust to him, the colours now spreading to his face, a kaleidoscope of emotions rushing through his system as he fought for control. When she relaxed, he moved again, pushing deeper, thrusting hard to push the head of his cock, thicker than she imagined, into her.

A cry escaped her as panic filled her, surely he would split her open. Would they get her to one of those healing machine before she died? Or would they cast her aside? There were many more Earth women who would risk death for the chance of a life here. He rested on his elbows, watching her face, stroking her skin with his hands.

Marin pulled back and she thought he had decided to stop because she was too tight for him. But this was the task his Hierarchy had given him, to impregnate a female, to begin the breeding of the next generation. He was only withdrawing to give himself leverage. With one hard, strong lunge, he filled her completely, a cry escaping her and echoing around his house. As the pain subsided, Elissa found that there was no blood; he had not ripped her in two.

Her sex ached, yet mingled with this was pure pleasure. The ridges of his cock created a unique friction against her inner walls. Once he had penetrated her completely, he only needed to move a subtle inch and she felt the sensations throughout her body. Very slowly, that was how he brought her to her next orgasm. She could tell he was trying to contain himself, the colour in his skin had returned to neutral; he was blocking out the signals his nerve endings were sending to his brain in order to hang on.

In and out he moved, the ridges and the large head of his cock so unusual against her inner walls. She closed her eyes, letting him stimulate her over and over again. Her breathing became ragged, her orgasm so close, and he could tell, because through her closed eyelids she could see his colours explode across his skin. His cock swelled even bigger inside her, and as it did, it touched her g-spot, sending her over the edge.

He came, his cock almost melded to the inside of her sex. Just as wolves knot together, he was making sure that his seed, his precious essence would not be spilled, that he would complete his task and pass on his DNA and create the next generation of Karalians.

He made her some food. His mind was still in the bedroom with her while he worked. Marin wasn’t sure how he had managed to drag himself away from her; he wanted to take her again. And again. But he knew she was sore. His species were different to hers; he knew he had hurt her when he planted his seed inside her. Although she had protested otherwise.

After that, he was unsure what to do. So he had left her. The teachings did not mention the after, only the before. He had decided to show her what a good mate he was by providing her with food. Yet, somehow, that didn’t feel right.

He prepared some vegetables from his garden. There was some meat he had smoked himself too. It wouldn’t spoil if she didn’t want to eat it straight away. After all, she might not be hungry. His mind kept revolving through all of these thoughts. Had he pleased her? Why should he care? She was here for one purpose alone.
Yet it mattered to him, it mattered a lot.

If there was going to be any chance of their people developing a relationship, then his species had to learn to please human women. Why?

Tired of his jumbled thoughts, he took the food into her. She was lying with her eyes closed, her head resting on her hands.