The Boy Next Door (25 page)

Keeping my hands away from him, I allowed some time to pass, before attempting to take him into my mouth. I touched the tip with my tongue and I cringed thinking that maybe he was too far gone. I was happily surprised to see that he was able to hold back the flood.

He really did look like a kid in a candy store, as I applied a little bit more suction, until he was sliding across my tongue and into my throat with ease. I liked giving him his first blow job and watching, as he looked down upon me and couldn’t quite understand what was happening.

“Anytime…we go and collect someone from a different species; we change to make it easier to communicate. You are to have my heir and give my people the hope that they so desperately are begging for.” The only thing that was begging at the moment was his eyes to finish him off once and for all. “What you’re doing is, so weird and strange and very compelling. Please…this time don’t stop what is about to…is about to… YESSSS.” The muscles in his neck were bulging. I had to pull his cock out of my throat long enough to feel that explosive discharge.

I was right about it being more intense. I had barely began sucking, when he had become overcharged. I let him shoot off. I gave him my mouth and loved the way that his seed pooled on my tongue. He was shaking and it was kind of endearing to see what it was like on the other side. I had literally taken a part of his virginity, but that was not the part that I was most interested in.

I gave in to that need to taste him, eating what he gave me, and not allowing a single drop to get by my lips. I savored the moment, relished in the sweet sticky cream that was now part of my diet. There was nothing better. I was more than happy to go back for seconds and maybe even thirds.

He moved back a couple of feet with his cock now dangling and useless. “I was hoping that you could hold on a little bit longer, but I understand the instinct to let go. I see the expression on your face, and that wide eyed wonderment has only made me want to show you more.” He didn’t speak, but his facial features told me everything that I wanted to know and more. He was beside himself and he couldn’t even imagine what that kind of pleasure could feel like on a daily basis.

“I’m not sure how you can possibly top that. We should’ve experimented like this a long time ago, but it was ordained that we stay the course. Thankfully, I’m the leader and they wouldn’t dare tell me what to do, unless of course they want to feel what it’s like to be punished.” He smacked his fist into his hand and that loud sound made me jump almost out of my skin.

I went to him and hung onto his leg looking up to him with the worship of someone that had been brainwashed into thinking that he was the second coming. “You are, so strong and masculine. I don’t know how I have been able to keep my hands off you.” I felt like somebody had taken over my libido and was now super exciting me, so much so that I needed him more than the air I breathed.

“You need to show me more of this sex that you talk about. I’ve seen videos, but it looked so messy and inconvenient. I see now the reason why it seems that the people that are having sex are the happiest. Their faces contort into a mask of pleasure and sometimes even pain.” I bit the inside of his thigh just below his balls and then I inhaled both orbs. I looked to see that there was definitely something coming around.

I slobbered all over them and gave them that special attention, which followed the rising of his male specimen. It had been brought back to life and it was by an oral resuscitation. I wasn’t going to allow him to fuck me when what he really needed to know was that there was something he could do that would make any woman into his own personal sex slave.

I laid back on the bed, the silk sheets feeling as real as they could be. I motioned for him to come to me with both of my hands. His eagerness pulled him into my gravity. He touched both of my knees and I instantly spread them. I thought that I was going to have to give him a lesson, but apparently his curiosity got the better of him.

He stared at my pussy, which was already wet from going down on him. I placed my two fingers on either side and I opened it up for his inspection. “I don’t even know what I’m doing, but I need to see this.” I dipped one finger inside, moaning and keeping my eyes open to see that he was mesmerized. I put another finger in and I spread myself to let him see what was waiting for him.

“I need you to get closer and to stick your tongue inside me.”

I should have told him that a little patience goes a long way. He dove in like a man that had not had anything to eat in some time. I grabbed onto the headboard with both hands and lifted my body up trembling to the sensation that he was now giving me. “Oh yeah…that’s great, but now pull it back out and do it a little bit more gently. That was a major shock to my system, but in a good way.”

I started to move up against him, making sure that he knew that I was not cross with him. He was gentler this time and I even guided his tongue up to the protruding friend that needed something. He licked the tip of it and I began to shake, so hard that the bed was literally shaking with me. I felt something strange and that tongue was now vibrating, which was something that no man or woman was able to do.

“That’s fucking insane… YESSSS.” I gyrated and thrashed on the bed, twisting and turning and hoping to God that I would not pass out. From his vantage point, I must’ve looked like I was having some sort of seizure.

I could’ve sworn that I was smoking after coming back down from the kind of orgasm that every woman has been waiting for a man to give them. He was on his knees with his cock pointing straight out like some kind of divining rod for pussy. He looked a little frazzled.

“I don’t know what that was, but I hope that it wasn’t painful for you.” I shook my head to tell him that it wasn’t. I gathered what was left of my energy and pulled myself up on my elbows. He came towards me, until his cock head was just barely touching the lips of my sex. I took a deep breath and watched with my mouth agape at how he slowly began to stretch me to accommodate that large presence.

“I want you to really take it all in. Don’t be in any rush and there’s no hurry.” That was for his benefit, but also for me. Feeling the pressure of those inches sliding by the resistance of the lips was just about the most exhilarating thing that I had felt in a long time. Before long, he was buried and holding still with his face staring off into space. He was looking at me, but it was more like he was looking through me. His mouth was slightly parted and he had this smile that told me that he wanted to do this again.

I thought for sure that I was going to have to slap his face to snap him out of it. Suddenly, he blinked and then he started to fuck me like a soldier who has just returned from war. I was taken out of my game. I was spread lying there and letting him have his way with me.

“That’s it, get that cock in nice and deep…fuck me. Drive that God damned thing into me, and don’t stop until you see the whites of my eyes. I know that you can feel me wrapped around you. That heat and tightness is meant to take you out of your comfort zone.”

He wasn’t really listening. He looked like a wild stallion running headlong to the finish line. He was pounding and breathing hard rounding that corner and seeing that victory was at hand.

“I can’t stop… I want to go faster.” I didn’t think that was even possible, but then he proved that he was up to the challenge. “I don’t know what this is, but I love it.” I had my hands holding onto his ass. I was squeezing the cheeks, as he gave me the fucking of a lifetime. I don’t think that any man could have done better. He really did exceed my expectations. It was a good thing that I was soaking wet, or the friction burn alone would have been quite painful. The speed in which he was moving was inhuman and I had to believe that some of his own alien physiology had come into play.

“You’ve done it now…oh my God…this is going to...FUCK MEEEEEE.” I humped up against him with my body acting like it had a mind of its own. I was taking him deep and then pulling back out with the inner muscles now grabbing him tightly. I was trying to help him along, but it appeared that it was not necessary. He had everything well in hand.

“The feeling has returned, but even stronger than before… AHHHHH.”

I didn’t know what this meant for us, but at that moment the only thing that I cared about was my own pleasure. I crippled him with that feeling, as he surged forward and gave me one injection after another. Amazingly, he still had a full chamber, even after exploding with such ferocity into my mouth. I gave in to the feeling of complete satisfaction, as I laid back and felt him exit the sweet embrace of my hole.

He fell forward and landed on top of me with his mouth against my neck. “If that is the way that you have babies on your planet, then we’re going to have a big family.” I felt like I didn’t want to be any place else. “I’m going to give you this one opportunity to reject my proposal. Believe me, it’s not something that I will give to anybody else.”

I think that he respected me enough that he wanted to make sure that this was what I wanted. I didn’t think that it was, but tasting the fruits from his tree of life had changed my mind.

“I will give you that heir and maybe a few more for good measure. I don’t have anything back on Earth to tie me down.” He cuddled up behind me and I could feel that his skin was clammy to the touch. He didn’t need much of a break, before he was getting me to show him other positions like doggie and reverse cowgirl. He was an avid student and I was looking forward to many lessons. Life was more interesting. I think he found that he liked having this kind of sex and wasn’t about to let it go without a fight.

Breathless, he told me after five hours that his favorite position was taking me from behind. I found myself telling him to slap my ass and pull my hair. That was definitely not like me, but I found that I could be open and honest with the one person that I thought that I could trust. I’d always just done whatever the guy wanted to do, but this was different. We were feeding off of each other’s energy. Believe me, I made him go down on me one more time with that vibrating digit. I don’t think that I would be able to get used to something like that, but I was willing to give it a try with a smile on my face.

“You have no idea what you’ve done. I was content on using your body for procreation, but now I want so much more than that.” I was lying against his chest and I felt content. It was the first time that sex was not a bitter disappointment. I had always enjoyed it, but I knew that there had to be more to it. Phoenix had shown me that I didn’t have to settle for something that was mediocre and mundane. This was extraordinary and I wasn’t going to let somebody else get a taste of his type of god-like loving.

“I may have given you food for thought, but you also did the same thing for me. I’ve never had a man be so attentive and willing to let me take the lead. I’ve decided that this is really where I want to be, and nothing short of wild horses is going to pull me out of your arms.”

We stayed there and talked for hours, before once again succumbing to our baser instincts. There were times when we were doing it that he lost concentration. The environment of this tropical getaway changed to a wide open field and even the back seat of a car. I had some interesting memories that involved a car and a boy with the hands of an octopus.

When we got to his planet, I was already showing, which made his people very happy. I was going to live with him and hopefully one day I would find my way back to my own planet.

For now, I had a man that cared for me and every so often he would show me the beauty of his natural form. It was like I had never lived before. This was my time to finally find the happiness that had eluded me all these years.

THE END

Kidnapped by the Highlander Lord

1

The night was descending on a small clan in the Scottish highlands. The hunters had been out during the day and had brought back a bountiful feast. The large bonfire in the middle of the village crackled and the smell of cooking meat filtered through the camp, making everyone's stomachs growl with a deep hunger. When they ate they tore the meat off the bones, and the juice ran down their jowls until there was nothing left but the ashy smell of the fire.

The village was alive with the sounds of primitive howling. Life was good and they had little to worry about. The world around them provided them with animals to eat. There was a lake to the east of them in which they could fish, and the high mountains around them enclosed them in what they thought was an impenetrable ring. Exiting through that way was dangerous, and the only people who had left via that treacherous terrain had never returned. It was assumed that they had perished on the arduous journey.

The main passage in and out of the village was through a thick forest in which it was said that demons and other fantastical creatures lived. At night the shadows danced as the silvery moon poured down in slits through the branches of the trees, and none in the village dared go through, although many of them wondered if the stories were true.

Abbie was one of them. She had long red hair that fell to the small of her back, a petite frame with slender curves in all the right places. Her eyes were emerald green, and when she had been a girl they had sparkled with curiosity. Often she would ask her parents and the elders of the village about the old legends and myths, and because she was so beloved they sat her on their lap and indulged her need to know everything.

But, as she grew the small world around her changed. Her parents died in an attack by barbarians. Many people lost their lives and the village was almost completely eradicated. The only reason they survived was because of one man – Callum, and ever since then he had been the hero of the village. Tall and strong, he walked with great purpose. His body was packed with muscle and he had a long dark beard. Everyone in the town loved him for what he had done, and after the barbarians had been driven away, he had asked Abbie for her hand in marriage.

How could she have resisted? She was grieving for everything they had lost, but her tender heart knew that she had to look to the future, and she had to show everyone else that they could rebuild the village and that there was hope. So when he had approached her and asked for her hand in marriage she readily accepted, and it was the start of a new era. With Callum in the village the people thought they were invincible and that nothing could ever oppose them. He roared in triumph after the wedding and the sound echoed out through the valley, as if warning everyone that they would never stand a chance if they tried to attack again.

That had been a few years ago. Abbie had been but a babe of eighteen, and now she was approaching twenty-two, yet she felt much older, as though she had lived a thousand lifetimes. Her shoulders were rounded and her eyes had lost some of that sparkle for life, which had not turned out to be as much of a fairy tale as she had imagined it to be.

Shortly after she was married she realized that Callum was not the hero the town had made him out to be, either. He was rough with her, and cruel with his words. He was strong yes, and mighty, but behind closed doors he had a vicious streak that eroded Abbie's sense of self-worth. Often she tried to engage him with what she loved; the stories about the mystical forest creatures, but he scoffed at her.

“You're a woman now. You shouldn't concern yourself with such childish matters,” he said, towering above her, looking down his nose at her. “You are my wife now and that is all that matters in this world. You should be spending time trying to give me an heir so that my blood will run for generations yet. He will be the greatest child, and will be the leader of this clan, even surpassing my own efforts.”

His eyes gleamed with pride as he thought about his future child, yet for whatever reason Abbie had not managed to conceive yet. She went to the healer and asked for help. The healer gave her various concoctions of herbs, and told her to make love to her husband on specific days, but still nothing worked and Callum's ire only grew.

“You are worthless. You were the jewel of this village and I thought I had won myself a prize worthy of my efforts, but now your luster has faded and I find myself regretting my choice. You are but a pebble and your beauty is being surpassed by others. You will give me an heir one of these days,” he said before he stormed out on one of his hunting parties.

He often grew tired of her company and would ride out to the forest, exploring. In her youth she had imagined this would be the perfect life, married to a hero who would go out to the forest and return with wonderful stories about all the things he had seen out there. Abbie had yearned to see the wider world. To her the mountains were a prison and although everything was beautiful there was still so much more out there, and she had wanted her husband to share that love. Now she saw the error in her ways and knew that her childish dreams had been just that, childish.

She faded into her shell and was but a ghost of the person she had once been. Her fire had been extinguished. Everyone in the village knew, and they knew how Callum treated her, yet none dared to go against the hero of the village. Perhaps, had her family not perished in the attack, things would have been different. When she was alone, Abbie would often imagine what her life would have been like had that night never happened, but dawn always reared its head and the days continued in the same manner. Day after day she felt an utter sense of hopelessness seep through her soul.

2

“Do you think they all died a long time ago?” Abbie said. She was sitting with her friend Maggie, sewing tunics.

“I don't think it really matters if they did or they didn't. Nobody has ever seen anything for real. If they did exist then I imagine they moved on or were killed long ago. If they didn't exist then nothing has changed,” Maggie replied.

“I like to think that they did exist.”

“I know you do, but just wishing it to be so doesn't mean that there is magic in the world.”

Abbie was silent for a few moments. “I don't know why anyone would have wanted to kill them. They must have been beautiful.”

“It's not unheard of for people to want to destroy beautiful things,” Maggie said pointedly, staring at Abbie. Both of them knew what she meant but Abbie didn't reply. Maggie was perhaps the only person in the village to see through Callum's brutish visage and didn't respect him for what he had done. She only saw him for the abusive husband that he was.

“He's due home today isn't he?” Maggie asked.

Abbie nodded gently, but did not say anything. She had an air of sadness about her. Maggie reached over and squeezed Abbie's hand, a gesture which shocked the red-headed woman.

“You know it's going to get better,” Maggie said.

Abbie smiled weakly. “I suppose it cannot get much worse.”

“Have you not thought about running away? You have always spoken about the forest. Perhaps you should disappear one night, you may even find the creatures you seek.”

“How I would love to do that,” she said despondently. “I know that he would find me, somehow, wherever I went. I am not just a wife to him but I am a possession, a trophy, and even though he stopped loving me years ago, I think he would see it as a slight against his ego if I left him, and he would not be able to live with it. Either I will conceive and give him the child he craves or I will be unable to and he will cast me aside, as he is wont to do.”

“You know that he has already done that in spirit. I have spoken with the other women in the village and he has taken them to bed, some of them even married, yet nobody dares to challenge him because they all think they owe him their lives.”

“They do.”

“They are all blind. Just because he saved the village that one night does not give him the right to do as he pleases and treat everyone as his own personal playthings, and it does not give him the right to treat you this way. You are not just his wife. You are a person in your own right and you deserve to be treated as such. It pains me to see you like this. I remember when you were so full of life, the happiest girl anyone had ever seen. I want that Abbie back. I know she is still in there somewhere.”

Abbie smiled sadly again. “Perhaps, but I feel if she is, she is buried deep down where I shall never find her. Life is not what I expected it to be. I think my parents did me a disservice by allowing me to believe in the impossible. They should have prepared me for the cruelty of life, for how hard and endlessly bleak it is. Heroes turn into villains like the day turns into night. That is a simple truth that more people should be aware of, and I know that when I do have a child they will not be blind to that. I will show them the true face of the world and when they are older they shall thank me for it.”

Maggie listened to her friend and feared that she was beyond help. They continued working on the clothes for the remainder of the day and spoke of little aside from the meanderings of life. But all day Abbie had the future in her mind. A deep malaise had seized her soul and she tried to think back to the girl she had been in an effort to recapture that sense of wonder and adventure. For a fleeting moment she felt it, and a smile flickered on her face. But in the very next moment the horn sounded, announcing the return of Callum.

The village cheered for their hero. He embraced them all and laughed with them, showering upon them the hoard he had collected from his small adventure. There were little tribes dotted about and Callum often went out to collect tributes from them, for his continued protection. These took the form of cakes, baked bread, and small trinkets. Abbie rose to meet him. Callum leaned down and pecked her cheek with his lips. He was always so gentle in public.

“And for you my wife, I have this,” he said, and pulled out a necklace from a pouch hanging around his wide waist. It was a long chain, with a green jewel hanging at the end. The shade was the same as her eyes. She took it from him and thanked him. Everyone cheered, enjoying the delusion that this was a happy, fulfilling marriage. Callum turned and celebrated through the night, while Abbie disappeared into her own hut. She fingered the necklace and wondered what poor soul Callum took it from. She placed it beside the bed and lay there, staring up at the ceiling, dreading his inevitable return.

3

He stumbled back in the small hours of the morning. He smelled of alcohol and meat and she pretended to be asleep. Her eyes were clamped shut as she heard him stagger around the room, clattering into various things, eventually causing some bowls to fall off the side and shatter against the floor.

“Damn you woman,” he cursed, “what sense is there of putting them there? Such a good for nothing. Look at you sleeping there, so precious and loved by all. What good did that do the town when they were being attacked. They needed a man then, not a damn foolish woman who believes in fairies. I don't know why I ever married you in the first place. You can't even do the one thing you were made for.” Abbie heard it all as he carried on mumbling to himself and she tried her hardest to stifle her tears, choking them against the pillow.

Callum stayed up for a while. He pulled off his clothes. His body was now getting a little chubbier as he relaxed and ate and drank more, whereas when he had beaten back the barbarians his body had been packed with muscle. There was still the essence of a handsome man inside him but it had been dulled by gluttony and greed.

He sat on the edge of the bed and the mattress creaked under his weight. He coughed and spluttered and crawled into the covers. She felt his hands over her and his hot breath and his grunts of desire and she wished that it would be over quickly. He gripped her tightly and there was no escape. She did her wifely duty, although she wasn't sure if he could even tell if she was asleep or not. Despite being a hero, stamina had never been his strong point, but as he slept and snored loudly Abbie gazed out at the wan moon and prayed to something bigger than herself, pleading for some respite from the horror because she didn't know if she had the strength to endure it for the rest of her life.

The following morning Callum rose in a rage. Something had blackened his mood and he was taking it out on Abbie. He shouted at her for breaking the plates even though it had been entirely his fault, and he made her clean it up. Then he noticed that she was not wearing the necklace he had brought back. He clutched it in his mighty fist and his face contorted with anger as he confronted her.

“I bring you back treasure and you dare not wear it? How dare you defy me like this? When you go outside you will wear this as it is a token of our love. You need to show other people,” he said.

“When are we going to stop lying to ourselves? You don't love me, you just like having me,” she said in a rare moment of courage. Usually she suffered in silence but she was tired of it, and she knew that she was going to feel the ire of his temper anyway so she might as well talk back to him.

“Do not presume what is going on inside my heart. Now sit down and put this necklace on,” he said.

When Abbie didn't move Callum growled. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down on a chair. She surrendered, unable to resist his strength. He pulled her hair away from her pale, freckled neck, and placed the chain around her. The metal was cold against her skin. The jewel rested in her plunging cleavage, and Callum looked at her with approval. His long, thick fingers pressed into her shoulders and her chest heaved, fearful of what he was going to do next. But, to her surprise, he moved away and began to get dressed.