The Alien's Pet Page 3

  She could not forget the spanking either; her bottom was still tingling and aching where his hard hand had met the flesh of her rear. The heat and the sting were now part of a greater pleasure, combining with the deep internal tingling to create an erotic cacophony of stimulation that made every part of her body hum in response.

  Just when Serena thought she could take it no more, he let her legs slide from his shoulders, bent down, and picked her up. With her pussy still wrapped around his cock he held her upright, fucking her with deep, controlled strokes, sparing her the final inches of his length.

  Serena wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him with primal need. Her lower abdominal muscles clenched, making her pussy clamp down around his cock so she felt the full extent of every single one of his thrusts.

  She had never felt so helpless and yet somehow so powerful, her body holding the alien in thrall. Zed’s golden eyes were locked on hers and she saw his need, his naked lust, a desire that transcended galaxies. His hands cupped her bottom, the sore, spanked flesh massaged with every thrust.

  “I’m going to come,” she gasped against his mouth.

  Zed growled and kissed her deeply, his tongue lashing against hers, two orifices plundered at once by the alien’s desire.

  “Come,” he said, uttering the word as a command.

  Her orgasm burst forth in response to his order, a rushing of sensation and emotion that erupted suddenly, taking her by surprise.

  Feeling the initial tremors of her climax, Zed grasped her sore bottom hard and plunged her down on his cock, driving almost his entire length inside her in one last savage thrust. His cum rushed inside her, sending a fresh flush of tingling warmth through her lower abdomen.

  “Oh God, Zed, oh my God, oh my…” Her cunt began clenching and quivering in response to the injection of alien bodily fluids. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she found herself grinding against his pelvis, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone with wanton need.

  “Easy, little human,” he soothed, swatting her bottom.

  “It feels so… oh my… it feels…” Her head was spinning, her entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat and she was weak. Zed was supporting her against his chest, his palm cupping her bottom, his other arm wrapped around her shoulders. She had never before been so very well held, so completely cared for, his cock still thick inside her.

  After a minute or two, he began to thrust again. Her pussy now ached as much as her bottom did, but it was with a slow ache, a rising heat that made the walls of her pussy stretch willingly for him all over again.

  The second time around was slower, more tender. He kissed her deeply, his taste more alluring than ever. She could feel chemical changes taking place inside her body, her tissues swelling, her body reacting on a fundamental level to the thrusting strokes Zed was making her take by lifting her up and down, sliding her tight pussy over his gleaming cock nice and slow.

  She gazed into his eyes, getting lost in the golden glow as her eager clit throbbed and her pussy flowed with more natural fluids than ever before. She was soaked with arousal that only grew the more she gave herself to him. The exquisite madness of the moment carried her through another quivering orgasm, and then another and still Zed continued to make love to her. His thick, hard cock plunged deep inside her over and over with a relentless lust as he held her in his arms and claimed her pussy as his own.

  Soon Serena could take it no more. Her clit still hummed with need, her pussy was still flowing with juices, but she was tired and aching and she knew she would be sore when the ecstasy wore off. “Zed… I can’t… it’s… sore…”

  “Sorry,” he breathed against her lips. “I forget how delicate other species can be. If you were one of our women, you would orgasm until all dozen of your follicles were fertilized.”

  “I don’t have any follicles,” she gasped. “I mean, not that I know of, and I don’t want to be fertilized…”

  “Easy,” he said, pressing a kiss to her mouth. “I am capable of showing mercy, little human.” He slowly eased his cock out of her aching cunt, leaving her with a strange sense of loss. Her inner walls were still clenching with the force of the orgasms that had rolled through them, animal need overriding the need for erotic respite. Never before had her body reacted so hungrily. She could feel his seed and her juices trickling between her lips, running down already sticky thighs.

  “Now I really need a shower,” she said. “But I don’t think I can even stand.”

  Her limbs were weak. Every part of her quivered where his hands had roamed, his lips had kissed, where her muscles had grown tense at his command and shook with the force of the climaxes he demanded she give him.

  “I’ll take you,” Zed said, scooping her up in his arms. True to his word, he carried her gently to the shower, which was still running. Thanks to her gas water heater, it was still running hot. Zed stepped into the tub and let her gently down to stand on her feet, keeping a hold of her to steady her trembling body as she relaxed into the heat of the pounding droplets.

  “I can’t believe you’re really… what you are…” She ran her hands over his body. “You’ve come from another planet, and I’ve barely ever left the county.”

  “Well, it is one of the larger counties in this state,” Zed said, his lips quirking with amusement.

  “That’s true,” she agreed with a smile.

  “Let me wash you,” he suggested. “You are quite covered in my seed.”

  “Do you know how?”

  He let out a little snort. “Yes, Serena, I am familiar with the way humans wash themselves. You like to pour surfactants and emulsifiers over your skin, massage them to a lather, and then rinse yourselves with water. It is a fairly effective method, though it is subject in efficacy to the care the individual takes.”

  “Well, uh, yeah.”

  Zed took the ylang-ylang body wash from its place on the rack and poured it over her body, a little more liberally than she would have, but Serena did not complain. His hands were soon back on her skin, massaging with surprisingly tender gentle care. He cleaned her with a precision she quite often did not use herself, missing no part of her. He started behind her ears and washed every part of her all the way down to the spaces between her toes.

  She made little sounds of complaint when he reached her bottom and pussy, but he was most insistent that they be cleaned thoroughly. Serena blushed hotly as the pad of Zed’s finger massaged her anus.

  “You may touch me,” he said, a note of amusement in his voice as she gasped and reached for him, then drew her hands back as if afraid of crossing a boundary. Odd that after all that had passed between him, she still felt awed by him.

  She reached out and touched his chest, finding his musculature hard and toned. His body fat was incredibly low, leaving a physique of ridges and planes to explore with her fascinated fingers. Zed’s skin had a slightly different texture to human skin; when wet it had a much more resilient, tougher feel to it than her own.

  His body was a thousand little variations on what was essentially a very familiar theme. Her fingers drifted down toward his cock, stopping just shy of his pubic region. There was no hair there, just the hard pubic plane and that very long cock hanging between his thighs. It had been inside her, and she could hardly believe it—though the ache between her thighs confirmed her heated memories.

  “You have all the same body parts we do,” she said wonderingly. “How is that possible?”

  “We are essentially the same thing,” Zed said as his hands moved over her well spanked bottom, soap making his palms glide back and forth over her punished skin. “Spawned from a common ancestor, seeded on planets throughout the galaxy. Like seeds scattered on stony ground, some species never adapted to their environments, others thrived and developed all manner of technologies. Most still live in simple tribal groups with little in the way of advanced technology. There are three main humanoid species that have crossed the barrier to hyperspace.”

 
“And we’re not one of them.”

  “No,” Zed said. “But you are close. A few hundred more years and I am certain humans will be taking their place. A few more thousand years and they might learn how to handle themselves responsibly.”

  It was fascinating, learning about what no other human seemed to know. Serena found her curiosity consuming her evermore, distracting her from the sensations Zed’s talented fingers were evoking as hot water drummed against the pair of them.

  “What do your people call themselves?”

  “We do not have a name for ourselves,” Zed said. “Because we consider ourselves the essential species. That which does not need to be named. According to legend, we were the originators of every other species. Our kind is scattered throughout the universe, related to one another through the original DNA of a pair you know in your mythology as Adam and Eve. The garden they were cast out of was our planet. You see, there is truth in all the old tales.”

  It sounded far-fetched, but Zed was fetched from somewhere very far away, there was no doubt of that. She had no way of disproving anything he was telling her, and he spoke with eloquence and conviction, which made her inclined to believe him.

  The little hairs on the back of her neck rose as another wave of understanding hit her. He was not just an alien, he was a biological ancestor. He was what humans had once been, or maybe he was what they would one day be. She wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she was in the presence of someone unfathomable, whose eyes captured her soul, whose touch set her heart aflame.

  Zed turned the shower off and helped her out, taking the towel next to the shower with an almost studied demeanor. He knew precisely how humans lived, but everything he did seemed to indicate that he only knew it secondhand. He unfolded the towel with one hard shake and wrapped it around Serena’s dripping body, patting her down.

  “I know this is very confusing,” he said. “I usually avoid all contact with humans, but circumstances dictated that I seek shelter in your home.”

  Circumstances, or fate? Serena wasn’t sure which.

  Zed wrapped the towel tight around her and bent down so his eyes were level with hers. He spoke with a solemn tone and she felt that queer pull on her mind that she had felt when they first met, an exertion that went beyond the mere verbal.

  “Understand me, little human; if you tell anyone about me, anyone at all, lives will be lost. Your leaders are infantile and brutal in their mindsets. Contact inevitably results in bloodshed. You will not be safe if you breathe a word of this. They will take you and they will break you for any information at all. They are hungry for what we have, but they do not want to develop their own technologies if they can use ours.”

  “I’m not going to tell on you,” she said. “Don’t worry about that. But don’t you have… methods of dealing with these issues? Like your brain-scrubbing thing you’re trying on me right now?”

  He smiled and his gaze became slightly less intense. Serena felt as though her mind had been held very tight, but released.

  “It is not that simple,” he said, his smile making her pulse quicken. “There are ethical issues.”

  “Aliens have ethics?”

  Zed swept her up in his arms and carried her off to bed, letting the towel fall by the wayside as he slid under the covers with her as naturally as any human lover might. Serena curled up into his arms, resting her head against his chest. She was exhausted from the night’s events, most of which did not seem real. If it weren’t for her swollen bottom and aching pussy, if it weren’t for the fact that she was still wrapped in his arms, she wouldn’t have believed it.

  “Of course we have ethics,” he said, wrapping his arm more tightly around her waist so that she was nestled against the firm but still comforting lines of his body. “We have a responsibility to lesser life forms.”

  “Oh, so I’m a lesser life form?” Serena didn’t have to pretend to be offended.

  He lifted a brow at her in an expression that was all too human. “That’s not what I meant. Humans are an interesting species, on the brink of their own discovery of the universe. Your leaders are hungry for technology but lack the necessary maturity required to use it for anything other than bloodletting. It’s a delicate time in the growth of a species, where they become capable of using advanced technologies, but are not yet capable of truly understanding the ramifications and consequences of it.”

  He spoke with a solemnity that suddenly made him seem very old and wise. If he had not thoroughly ravaged her tender body earlier, she would almost have thought him too refined for such carnal acts.

  “Well,” she said. “I don’t know who I’d tell even if I wanted to. I guess a selfie with me is out of the question?”

  “You guess correctly,” he drawled. “You are tired. Sleep, Serena. We will speak more tomorrow.”

  “I don’t feel tired.”

  “Your adrenal system is in overload from excitement. If you allow yourself to be still for but a few minutes, you will likely find yourself unconscious.”

  Serena felt Zed’s hands on her, turning her over onto her stomach. He pressed her down against the mattress, his large palm massaging her bare and still tender buttocks in a way that was more soothing than sexual.

  She turned her head to look at him. “How do you know so much about humans?”

  “I know a great deal about a great many things,” Zed replied, failing to answer the question.

  She narrowed her eyes at him, which her heavy eyelids took advantage of to make her eyes close entirely. Maybe she was tired. Or maybe he was trying one of his odd alien mind tricks on her again. Whatever it was, she felt her muscles relaxing as a sense of wellbeing suffused her well fucked body.

  “One more question,” she said as it occurred to her sleepy mind. “How is it you’re speaking English?”

  “I’m not.”

  She opened her eyes and shot an incredulous look at him. “Yes, you are.”

  “It sounds like English to you. It’s a universal dialect. Like a linguistic skeleton key. You can understand me, I can understand you, it might seem like we’re speaking the same language, but we’re not.”

  She stared at him until her heavy lids demanded that she close her eyes again. “I don’t understand,” she mumbled as she approached sleep.

  He pressed his lips to her forehead. “You don’t have to,” he said in soothing tones. “Get some rest.”

  Zed had taken her in ways she’d never imagined being taken, made love to her with an expert touch and animal passion that was literally out of this world, and now a part of her was surrendering not only to his will, but to his care.

  “Zed… I…”

  Serena was asleep before she could finish the sentence, lulled into dreams by the persistent rubbing of his powerful palm.

  Chapter Two

  Serena woke to the sound of her front door splintering in two under the force of a battering ram, the reverberations of that act making her mattress resonate with violence. Her eyes were barely open before a dozen or more men in heavy boots came charging up the stairs and into her bedroom, not bothering to open the door, but instead choosing to knock it off its hinges so that it flew through the air, narrowly missing Pogo, who shrieked in fear and retreated to the safety of the corner of the closet.

  She would have sat up, but she did not have the chance. Rough hands hauled her up out of bed and shoved a black hood over her head. She heard drawers being pulled open in her room and then a t-shirt was thrust over her head and panties slid up her thighs as she was dressed to a bare minimum. Her hands were pulled behind her back and secured with a plastic cable tie device, which made her feel like a trussed chicken, a terrified one at that.

  Serena screamed for an explanation, for mercy, for some kind of help, but none came. She was hauled out of the house with no care at all, manhandled roughly into a windowless van and driven away at high speed. The entire incursion took place in under a minute, sixty seconds in which she was swept away from everyth
ing familiar.

  “What’s going on? Who are you? What’s happening?”

  Her questions were met with stony silence. She could feel the men sitting around her, one to each side, at least three in front and three behind. She fell silent, knowing full well why she had been taken. Zed. They wanted him. He’d warned her that she could be in danger. Where the hell was he? Had he left? Gone back to his advanced civilization while she was at the mercy of the men in the tactical gear?

  A thousand fears ran though her mind. None of them were assuaged as the van came to an abrupt halt. Once again she was hauled away, a half-dozen hands grabbing at her limbs. She found herself being carried with military precision before being dumped into a chair that came equipped with manacles and leg irons. Her arms were freed from the plastic restraints only to be pressed down against the cold steel arms of the chair.

  The hood came off her head abruptly, leaving her hair falling into her eyes. She made out two men in dark suits standing in front of her in a barn that had been blacked out with heavy plastic sheeting. The only light in the place was focused on her, spreading the darkness in a heavy oppressive circle around her bound feet.

  Serena squinted to see her captors, but neither man was discernible or really recognizable in any way thanks to heavy black sunglasses that covered a good portion of their faces.

  The man on the left spoke first in clipped, efficient tones. “Where is the alien?”

  “What?!” Serena hoped the outrage in her voice sounded believable. “You took me from my home to ask me about aliens!?”

  “At approximately 0300 hours on the twenty-fourth of the month, your veterinary clinic was breached by an alien life form. We believe you have experienced contact with the creature, who was almost certainly wounded.”

  She stared, more stunned at how they knew than what they were saying. “It was not! This is ridiculous. Is this some kind of candid camera? Is this a prank? Are you people insane?”

  The man on the right turned to the man on the left. “She’s cooperating with it.”