No Way Home

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Chapter One “Carnivore!” The scream reverberated inside Kelly Hatchett’s earpiece and rattled down her spine. She dropped the vegetation samples she’d been collecting to take back to Earth and sprinted across the grassy plain toward the shuttle pod. The faster she ran, the better her chances of survival. The four-legged behemoths that roamed this planet didn’t move swiftly, but the pair of tentacles extending from their wide heads stretched vast distances. If one grabbed her… Please, whatever deity there might be in the universe, don’t let me die. There’s so much more I want to do with my life -- find a special mate, earn a Distinguished Scientist rank, motherhood, a screaming orgasm! Mentally, she smacked her head. When was the last time she’d had fun? She should’ve spent more time laughing with friends, and sought out more lovers. When her sister had invited her on an orgy cruise around Mars, she should’ve shaken off her unease and gone along. At least she would’ve been able to recall one audacious thing she’d done in her life. The muscles in her legs burned as she pushed her body to the limit. From the other side of the shuttle pod, two grayish-brown tentacles as thick as space-sail masts wrapped around the transport and tossed it sideways across the grassy moor. Kelly jerked to a halt, her heartbeat thundering in her chest. The other four scientists running in a semi-circle toward what they thought was safety looked as horrified as she felt. They all froze in place and watched their ride back to the orbiting cruiser explode in a fiery ball. Shock immobilized her until the colossal beast trudged toward the two closest scientists. Armed with only short-range laser pistols, the team fired haphazardly at it,

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but the shots seemed to irritate rather than harm. The thick feelers flicked as if swatting a fly. “Concentrate your shots!” the team leader shouted to the group, but Kelly turned with the others and bolted from the terrifying creature. The ground shook as the creature gained on them. One of its plodding steps equaled a twenty-yard dash for the team. Panic pushed her forward. In her peripheral vision, Kelly watched tentacles coil around two of her screaming associates, pick them up and draw them backward toward massive snapping jaws. She slid her gaze away, unwilling to watch their fate. A loud crunch and the sudden quiet made her stomach churn. The beast bellowed behind her, its long feelers whipping through the air searching for more prey. Her lungs expanded and contracted so fast she sucked up her auxiliary oxygen through her nose mask at an alarming rate. She stopped looking back over her shoulder. It didn’t help. She was going to die. A loud whoosh streamed by overhead. What the hell was that? A resounding thud shook the ground so hard she stumbled. Holy stars! Was the cruiser firing down here? Before they’d left the ship, the captain had made it clear if they encountered hostiles, he wouldn’t break the galaxy peace agreement to save a group of expendable scientists. She’d believed him. Besides, the trajectory had traveled horizontally. Whatever it was, she didn’t want to get hit by it. Running any faster seemed impossible but fear spurred her on, veering her toward a patch of shoulder-high grasses where she might hide. Long thin blades sliced her arms as she lunged through the tall brush. A band of speckled brown flesh snaked around her ribs. Oh God. Oh God! “Heeeelp!” she screamed as her feet lifted off the ground. Eyes scrunched tight, Kelly wasn’t prepared for the sudden body slam to the ground. Pain shot down her spine all the way to her toes. A heavy weight pressed down on her belly, holding her flat in a nest of crushed

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grass. She held her breath, waiting for sharp teeth to rip into her. And waited… Unable to stand the suspense, she popped an eye open and slowly lifted her head. The world around her blurred and tilted. A male anthropoid wearing a loincloth sat on her stomach. Sunlight glinted off his skin, smooth and brown-speckled like polished granite, highlighting his ripped abs and muscular thighs. He looked surprisingly human, handsome in a rough sense. Long sable hair fell over wide shoulders, drawing her gaze to the patchwork of pale scars on his brawny chest. He was a fighter. A survivor. Curiosity shone in his golden brown eyes as he regarded her. She grunted and bucked against the big male holding her down. What was he doing? They had to run! He lifted his heavy weight off her, but immediately resettled over her with his knees on either side of her hips, calm as can be. It suddenly hit her that the ground had stopped trembling. A horrid stench filled the air. The creature -He must have killed it. Pent-up breath rushed from her lungs in a loud whoosh. She was safe! Amid her tremendous relief, she let out a joyful squeak and squeezed the stranger’s impressive biceps. “Thank you!” She wanted to curl upward and give him a big hug, but the stern expression on his face stopped her. “Shapitwa,” the male said, pushing her back to the ground. His eyes looked hard, demanding. He glanced over his shoulder at a path tramped through the dense grassland. When he turned back, he put a finger to his lips and made motions telling her to lie still. “Shapitwa,” he breathed softly. The warrior tilted his head, listening. Kelly strained to hear footsteps, snarls, whispers, anything that might indicate danger, but all she heard was the wind sifting through the grass. She watched the alien relax his broad shoulders. The gleam in his eyes made him look downright smug.

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Well, killing a ferocious beast ten times your size must make one proud.

He rambled in his native language, his tone full of himself. Great. Why was she

always attracted to the good-looking, arrogant types? She shook her head and reached for the translator module strapped to her belt. He grabbed her wrists and slowly drew her arms over her head. Bending over her, brushing her breasts with his chest, he whispered again, “Shapitwa.”

Chapter Two A quiver of alarm raced through Kelly as the warrior stretched her body out beneath him. Given the triumph gleaming in his eyes, she couldn’t tell if he meant her harm or not. Nonetheless, he pinned her in a compromising position that made her heart beat hard. She should kick and scream, demand her release. And yet, the warmth from his body enveloped her, his strong masculine scent called to her feminine sensuality. The stars help her, she’d almost died, and she wanted to feel alive again. The warrior’s nose flared and he leaned close, cheek-to-cheek, his warm breath flowing over her ear, and he breathed in deeply. “Rigkadi sofitom ewa,” he said softly. Desire pooled low in her belly. She lay motionless, her skin prickling with the need for his touch -- gentle or rough. “Asikati penuma, swashyama.” The words rumbled deep in his throat, striking a chord of longing inside her. While she tried to guess what he meant, his lips glided, feather soft, down the column of her neck. Ohmigod, she thought as he pressed kisses at the base of her throat. Goosebumps exploded across her chest. His tongue trailed a moist path back up to her ear and dipped into the indent behind her earlobe, gently stroking until she relaxed. If he was going to hurt her, he probably would have done so by now, and yet she wasn’t clear of trouble yet. The bulge pressed against her belly clearly stated his frame of mind. She’d envisioned a few minutes of friendly body rubbing, not all out sex. Common sense warned her to put an end to this quickly. But it felt nice. Maybe this was how his people greeted each other. She didn’t want to insult the one who saved her from the carnivore. Yeah, right. She grinned at the

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ridiculous excuse. The truth was, her body had flushed in arousal at the first sight of him. It had been a long time since she’d looked at a male and felt instant attraction. But why him? This humanoid wasn’t even her type. Granted his muscles were impressive, but untrimmed hair, a primitive loincloth, and unintelligible endearments didn’t usually set her blood on fire. She liked her men neatly groomed, dressed in tidy uniforms, and reserved. For some reason though, this forward, unkempt male stirred feelings hidden deep inside. The forceful way he’d stretched her arms over her head and held them in his firm grip made her stomach do little flip-flops. Her body fairly screamed for him to take her. Her attraction made no sense. He was alien, for Pete’s sake. Still, he’d rescued her from certain death. How romantic was that? He traced the shell of her ear in a sensual glide and then slid his tongue along the inner contours. It tickled. It gave her shivers. Her nipples puckered as he dipped the point of his tongue into the whorl of her ear. She shook her head. “Wh-what are you doing?” Jeez, with her luck, this was how his kind impregnated females, and she hadn’t taken her sperm barrier meds for months. The fantasy of being taken by a total stranger was one thing; the reality of carrying a child, alien or not, far from everything familiar scared her to death. She tried to buck him off. The hold on her wrists tightened. “Shapitwa.” He nipped her earlobe -- hard. “Ow! Okay, big guy. I’m lying still, but only because you came to my rescue. If I get pregnant, I’m going to kill you.” He went back to his slow exploration of her ear, occasionally lapping at the tiny bite until the sting went away. His warm breath flowed over the damp trails left by his mouth. Slowly, as if testing her reaction, he swirled his tongue around her inner ear. “Equijasi samoonta,” he whispered, blowing lightly into the moist cavity. Pinpricks of pleasure raced across her shoulders. “Whatever you say.”

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Muscles bunched, eager yet jumpy, as she anticipated another quick hot probe inside her ear. She gasped when he settled his mouth over her ear and plunged his tongue deep. He held it there for a few seconds, the tip wiggling, shooting hot desire down her throat and into her belly. Then he made love to her ear, his tongue darting in and retreating in a sensual dance. Every swirling lick made her catch her breath. Soon, the suction in her ear matched the contractions in her cunt. She squeezed her thighs together and felt the cream that soaked her panties. Gads. Who knew ear sex would arouse her so much? Heat rushed up her neck and fired her cheeks. He stopped and drew back, cocking his head at her. A conflict of emotions swamped her. Now she felt incomplete, restless, but too wary to encourage him further. The moral training imbedded by her parents and the science academy punched her in the gut. What was she doing? She should stop this insanity before it went too far. His gaze drifted down to her breasts which rose and fell rapidly within her snug flight suit. Don’t go there. Mentally, she winced. The unspoken order countermanded her deepest desires. Dark need burned in her soul. Please. Touch me. He brought one hand down from her pinned wrists, sliding it along her sleeve. He glanced up at her then, and she looked into his mellow eyes as his hand covered one heaving mound. Yes. Touch me! He lowered his other hand and gently kneaded both breasts. “Gapiada,” he said huskily. Her arms were free, but she had no desire to lower them. She closed her eyes and pretended they’d been lovers for a long time. His touch produced bone-melting heat

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that made her stretch in luxuriant pleasure. “That feels so nice,” she said softly. Moist heat flooded her pussy lips. For a few minutes she lay in the prickly grass enjoying his firm caresses. She opened her eyes by slow degrees, feeling awkward when she saw him studying her. He looked intent as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, making them tighten with desire and push up the fabric of her flight suit. Satisfaction blazed in his eyes at her response and he repeated the gentle strokes over and over. She swallowed, holding in a groan of pleasure. With every pass over the tips, streaks of heat shot through her breasts, making the full globes swell. A deep breath helped control her erratic heartbeat, but it pushed her breasts right into his palms. The corner of his left eye twitched. Watching her carefully, he alternated between kneading her breasts and rubbing the bumps her nipples made in her flight suit until she parted her lips at the pleasure of it. Her eyelids drooped. She burned for him. Good grief, her panties were soaked. He was a musician playing her body until it hummed. Next, she’d be stripping off her flight suit and spreading her legs for him. Her conscience yelled at her to stop him from taking advantage of her befuddled state of mind. No matter how good it felt. Oh, and how good it felt! She lowered her arms and gripped his forearms, torn between pulling him closer and shoving him away. “Equitash benini,” he said low and forcefully, his gaze sharp with challenge. “Ooo-kay.” She raised her hands in surrender. He’d saved her life after all. A little feel wasn’t going to hurt her. He wasn’t even touching bare skin. Even so, his hands enflamed her body. She’d never let any other male take liberties with her like this. His hard gaze slowly softened. He didn’t linger on her breasts anymore. His fingers trailed through the strands of her tangled hair, tucking the mess behind her ear. He must have an ear fetish she decided when he traced the shape of her ear over and over. Finally, he moved on, outlining the contours of her eyebrows. He seemed familiar

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with the breathing mask over her nose because he didn’t fuss with it, moving past it to brush his thumb over her lips. Next he examined her flight suit. If he didn’t know about zippers before, he quickly discovered their functionality. When he opened her side pocket, she didn’t mind. When he gripped the tab to unzip her flight suit, she grabbed his wrist. “No.” “Equitash benini.” He thumped his chest. She narrowed her eyes at him. “Look, Tarzan, if you’d let me use the translator…” She gasped when he wiggled down and sniffed her crotch. “Oh, no.” Not that. What had she been thinking giving him so much access to her body? She scrambled backward through the high grass. He leapt on her, flattening her with the full weight of his body. The bulge at his crotch nestled nicely within the apex of her thighs. Holding her elbows down, he rambled on in gibberish, repeating the word benini several times. At the end of his rant he dipped his head and shook his head. The ends of his long silky hair brushed her jaw. In the next breath, he jerked into a squat position, and then he rose, tugging her to her feet. The sudden change in tactics threw her off-balance both mentally and physically. Her body still ached for him, but the guilt attached to her secret desires eased away when he got off her. She stumbled behind him as he pulled her in the direction from which she’d come. A short distance away, he stopped and picked up a bazooka-laser from the ground. The weight of the weapon made the ropey muscles in his arms pop. Burnt grass and the sharp odor of a massacre permeated the filter in her mask. She no longer heard the crackle of fire from the exploded shuttle pod. The oxygen on this planet must be too thin to support a lengthy blaze. She jumped when she saw a tentacle tip lying in the calf-high yellow-green grass. Her rescuer drew her closer to his side, following the long tube to the fallen monster’s blackened head. Kelly dug in her heels as they approached, gagging at the horrible smell. More rambling nonsense spewed from the male’s mouth, his voice raised in

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anger. He stabbed a finger in her chest and berated her for some unknown sin. His arm swung wide, encompassing the vast plain. He slapped the big laser clutched in his hand and then pointed to the area where he’d stopped her, chattering away like a primate. With an expulsion of disgust, he turned and walked a short distance away. With his back to her, he tipped back his head and yelled at the top of his lungs. The wavering sound reminded her of a child’s game where those hiding were called in with Olly, Olly, oxen free! In the ensuing silence, Kelly stared at his broad back. “Now what?” A jolt of anxiety hit her when it looked like he might walk away and leave her, but he merely strode along the stinky carcass. “Fine, ignore me. I’ll find my friends on my own.” She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted for Vonna, the lead scientist, at the top of her lungs. Her rescuer bounded back to her. Instead of smacking his hand over her mouth to shut her up, he grabbed her hand and threw his head back and joined in with wild screeching. He pulled her along the length of the fallen creature to the spiked tail, and then let her go, dancing a jig that allowed peeks at his hefty cock and balls beneath his loincloth. Stunned, Kelly simply stood and stared. He danced around her, then back and forth in front of the beast, and around her again, shrieking at high volume the entire time. If anything, his strange actions would keep her friends at bay. Not good. She waved her arms, trying to get him to stop, but he grabbed her wrists and held them high, twirling her with him. The spinning must’ve muddled her brain because she heard screeching echoes in her head. Then she saw doubles, triples and quadruples of her rescuer. She stumbled to a halt. A whole battalion of his kind waded through the grass, repeating back his calls. Why didn’t our sensors pick up all these life forms? Fear quickened her pulse as the group closed in. She couldn’t seem to get enough air. Glancing down, she noted the gauge on her oxygen pouch hovered dangerously low. Her rescuer lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder. He spun around and

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around, hollering to his people while her head wobbled dizzily. The chants grew louder, or maybe her hearing grew more sensitive. Either way, she had a pounding headache. The spinning stopped, but colors swirled behind her eyelids. She groaned. A great cheer rose up and then everyone trotted across the open fields. Kelly bounced on a stranger’s muscular shoulder, too light-headed to worry about her immediate future.

Chapter Three Deep within a wide crevice, safe from giant alien carnivores, a bustling city thrived. Kelly had been left alone in a meager room, caged in by laser beams across the open doorway. Through the open circular window, she saw wild trumpet vines tumbling out of similar windows in the whitewashed building across the way. That was the extent of the primitive environment. Multi-car transports snaked through the air, stopping at landing ports where brown-speckled people embarked and disembarked. No one wore more than a plain brown loincloth, women included. Several stories down, a narrow green-brown river flowed between buildings. The populace swam and played in the shallows by the banks. In the center, watercraft zipped by. Was she dreaming? Two years of research hadn’t turned up any civilization on the newly discovered planet in the Orion system. They must have some kind of camouflage in place. She looked up at the sky and detected the telltale haze of a probe deflecting system. Space travelers had brought home tales of the unique masking device, and Earth’s engineers were working on a prototype. It worked like a one-way mirror where the city’s inhabitants could see out but no one on the surface or above could discern anything below the deflection haze. From outer space, the canyon appeared to taper into a V way above the city. Even depth sensors hadn’t detected anything below the deflectors. Wait until she told Earth’s scientists about this uncharted city! A flicker of fear jabbed at her spine. How would she get back home? Not only had her transportation been destroyed, no one on the main ship would even know she was alive down here. They’d scan the surface, perhaps rescue her two teammates if

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they’d survived, record the location as uninhabitable, and move on to the next survey location on the other side of the planet. She had to contact them! Turning away from the window, she scanned the room. All the equipment from her flight suit sat on a long bench, including her empty auxiliary oxygen pouch. No wait… her laser pistol was missing. She raised her brow at the loincloth among her things. For her? Or did it belong to someone else? First things first. She grabbed her communicator and hailed the Earth ship. Static crackled back at her through the broken earpiece. After trying several frequencies, she tossed the useless instrument back onto the bench. For a signal to get through, she’d have to get above the city’s deflector. A shudder crossed her shoulders. Carnivores roamed the land up there. Would the locals help her return to her ship? Only one way to find out -- ask. She rummaged through the pile of electronics, found her translator, and activated it. “Benini,” she enunciated carefully. “More input required,” the computer intoned back. “Shapitwa.” Those were the only two alien words she could remember clearly. “More input required.” A barrage of foreign dialogue flowed across the room. Kelly started at her rescuer’s sudden presence behind her. The machine in her hand clicked and whirred. Hand over her heart, she turned to him. “I didn’t hear you come in.” “A soundless entry isn’t so hard if you have the code to disengage the laser beams barring the door.” It took her a moment to realize the masculine voice came from his mouth, not the machine in her hand. She almost dropped the translator in her excitement. “You can understand me?” she asked breathlessly. “We have studied humans since the Earth’s glaciers began melting ten thousand years ago. I know all twelve of your world’s languages.” “There are only ten now. Every year, we consolidate.” She frowned at him, then

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clicked off her translator. “If you can speak my language, why did you rant at me in your language?” He smiled wolfishly and nerves fluttered in her belly. “For one, you might’ve smacked my face if you understood all the lewd things I said to you.” She raised her brows, more curious than ever but not daring enough to ask for details. “But more importantly, I needed to determine if you were friend or foe.” “You could’ve asked.” “Why would I believe an Earthling intruder on my planet? Your people have proven untrustworthy throughout history,” he said, looking her over. “You are such a primitive race.” She glanced pointedly at his loincloth and raised a brow at him. “A simple lifestyle is not the same as narrow-minded,” he said flatly. Kelly’s mouth popped open in outrage. He circled her, disdain dripping in his voice. “Your ancient ancestors behaved better than modern man. When we visited your planet, the inhabitants listened to all we had to teach them about the stars and their moon. In return, they taught a dwindling alien race how they co-existed with hostile beasts similar to those on our planet. For a short time, Alishons and Earthlings became friends.” “I’m sure we can be again,” she said hopefully. He stopped in front of her, his expression softer, his gaze piercing into her soul. “Some of our ancestors became lovers.” The invitation in his eyes left no doubt he’d like to follow in their footsteps. Her knees shifted, ready to take a step backward, but she stood firm. “Is that why you look so human?” “Yes. Those who mated returned here to live. Over centuries, our people and cultures blended. We have adjusted to our differences, learned from them, and accepted the best of both worlds. The populace on Earth still cannot meld agreeably. You obliterate each other.” He looked disgusted. “That is how you filter your languages.”

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Okay, so he was right on that one. He stepped closer and ran the back of his hand over her cheek. “I will teach you tolerance and acceptance of other beings. Then, if you wish, you may send a message back to Earth.” “To have a ship pick me up?” Everything else he’d said paled in significance. “And my associates too?” She hesitated, fearful that the other scientists had all met a tragic end. “Did you see anyone else on the moor?” Her host looked down at his bare feet.

A lump formed in her throat. “I’m the only one who survived?”

He lifted his chin and looked her in the eye, his expression grim.

Sorrow squeezed her heart at the loss of her friends, and then unease swelled.

She was on her own here. “My name is Kelly Hatchett. What is yours?” “Ryclaofjaknfa.” She winced. “Say it again.” “Just call me Rye.” “Rye,” she said softly. “Why haven’t our space probes been able to detect your people? Obviously, you leave the city to roam the lands above.” He rubbed a hand down his muscle-cut chest. “Only once per annum, when the Great Wallabuska migrate past our city. I was hunting a straggler when I saw your transport explode.” “The monster after us was a weaker member of the pack?”

“Yes.”

She felt the blood drain from her face.

“Put on the loincloth, Kelly Hatchett. We have a meeting with the elders. Now.”

“Wha --” She twisted her head to look over at the bench. “I’m not wearing that.”

“Do you not have an expression, When in Rome, do as the Romans do?”

She smirked at him.

“If you wish not to insult us, please follow our customs.”

Even though he phrased the request politely, she felt manipulated. Nonetheless,

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she was a guest. Best not rile her host. She turned her back and unzipped her flight suit. As she stepped out of the whisper-thin material, she wondered if Rye would find her body lacking. What body type represented beauty on this planet? She hadn’t seen any females with hips as full as hers or with a waist as tiny. Would he think her disfigured? What about the fine hairs covering her body, and the color of her skin? Even on Earth, her blonde hair and pale skin were rare. Shoot. Why did she care? She straightened up and pulled her T-shirt over her head. Like many Earth cultures, bare breasts were a normal state here. No one would make a fuss, right? Still, she possessed a bit of modesty. She tied the loincloth around her hips and then wiggled out of her plain white panties. Taking a deep breath, she flattened her palms against her thighs and turned around. A smile slowly tugged at his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes. Desire burned in the golden orbs and he didn’t try to hide it. “Nashimipo si tamiyava,” he whispered. She didn’t need a translator to know he approved. When he held out his hand, she clasped it with trembling fingers.

*** The elders held court in a private suite on the first floor, where, thankfully, the filtered air was easier to breathe. Adult males of all ages packed the room, but the three males seated on the dais with white tufts of hair growing from their pointed ears definitely fit the description of elders. The one in the center had to be at least two hundred years old. He probably couldn’t see her through his rheumy eyes, but his nose twitched as she neared. Hopefully her alien smell didn’t offend him. Rye had seemed to like her scent. Murmurs swelled through the crowd when Rye stepped onto the blue circle in front of the elders. She’d thought she was going to be the main attraction, but apparently the interest lay in Rye. He’d left her behind a sheer blue curtain at the side of the room where only Rye and the elders had an unobstructed view of her.

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He told his story with exaggerated gestures that left the crowd spellbound, pointing at her several times without making eye contact. The elders didn’t glance at her at all. Finally, he danced his unique jig and shrieked an unending song. The younger males in the room joined in until a cacophony of sound shook the walls. A buzzer sounded and the room instantly quieted. The center elder pushed down on his chair arms and slowly stood. A short serious speech roused the men into another loud tizzy. Finally, the elder looked her way. A roomful of eyes followed his gaze. The blue curtain in front of her automatically slid to the side wall. Uh oh. This can’t be good. Kelly crossed her arms over her chest. All those males staring at her with hunger in their eyes -- yikes! Their absorption in her, although flattering, made her knees weak. What did they want her to do? Shivers of fear rippled across her shoulders. She scanned behind her for an exit. Smooth walls with no sign of a way out. Her pulse beat at the base of her throat. Rye approached, his expression serious as he held out his hand. She took it, praying he’d save her from a gangbang that would probably kill her. He drew her out to face the elders and the crowd simmered down, thank goodness. “Kneel,” he whispered. She obeyed, thinking she must pay her respects to the elders. Rye spun her on her knees so that her left side faced the elders and her right faced their audience. She looked up at him quizzically. He frowned at the arm she held in front of her breasts. Stars above. Did they consider her self-consciousness an insult? She took a shaky breath and slowly lowered her arm. Rye nodded, obviously pleased by her decision. “You must show thanks to me for saving your life.” “On Earth, a simple thank you would suffice.” His expression blank, he untied his loincloth. A smooth brown-speckled cock perked to life, curving upward as she watched. “You’re kidding, right?” she asked, starting to rise.

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“Don’t.” His lips barely moved when he spoke. The warning in his tone stopped her. “If you don’t show me proper gratitude, I’ll have to kill you.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “I’m not kidding.” Kelly gulped, glancing sideways at the crowd simmering with excitement. She licked her dry lips and looked up at him. “I can’t.” With a sigh, Rye glanced at the glass shelves filled with various weapons behind the elders. “Will you choose the weapon to kill you, or shall I?” She stared at him in disbelief. The crowd grew restless. “I shall choose then. Once I take a step toward the weapons, they will know you dishonored me, and you’ll have no second chance.” “Ohmigod,” she muttered. “All right.” She sighed. “All right. I’ll just have to ignore my audience.” Easier said than done, she thought as she sidled closer on her knees and grabbed the back of his thighs. She rarely performed this service for any male, and never in front of anyone else. Once, she’d seen her sister perform fellatio on her date, inside a suspended cage at a university party, and no one had been embarrassed by the couple’s impassioned actions except Kelly. Warmth flushed her cheeks at the memory. At a young age, she’d sworn she’d never be promiscuous like her flamboyant older sister, and she’d kept that promise. Uninspiring didn’t begin to describe her dull sex life. Well, no more. It was about time she came out of her shell and fulfilled her fantasies. Life was tenuous and precious, and she wanted to live it to the fullest. With a deep breath of courage, she slid her tongue up Rye’s long shaft. Gasps ebbed and flowed through the packed room. When she circled the head, the sounds in the crowd rose in a crescendo. She thought she heard Rye say something to her, but she couldn’t make it out over the noise. A part of her didn’t want to know what he said, especially if it was crass. When she slurped the head into her mouth, the males took up a chant, which thankfully, she couldn’t understand. Yet the sound drummed into her mind, and she

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inched Rye’s cock into her mouth to the beat of their voices. Strangely enough, giving Rye a blowjob in front of all these males kicked her pulse up. She felt wanted, appreciated, adored, and… sexy. She was acting like a wanton, and it almost made her giggle. Males had never paid much attention to her before, probably because she spent all her time engrossed in her work. That didn’t mean she didn’t yearn for their interest in her as a woman. While she flicked her tongue along Rye’s impressive shaft, she floated her palms up her ribs and squeezed her breasts. The crowd cheered her on. She smiled around Rye’s cock, feeling like a sports figure in an arena. They wanted a show? She’d give them one. She closed her mouth over the bulbous head and gave it a few quick sucks that matched the gentle pinches she bestowed on her nipples. Aah. The tension in her shoulders melted away. Leaving the moist cock head behind, she licked down the silky length of his rock hard shaft, smiling to herself when it twitched. For a second, she thought she saw the head expand and contract like it was breathing through the slit at the tip. Weird. Dropping one hand from her breast, she cupped his low hanging sac in her palm and lightly massaged his balls while she sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Tingles of pleasure shot from the pressure on her nipple into her belly. Mmm. She didn’t realize she was so multi-talented. Cream gushed to her pussy lips. Rye’s hands closed into fists at his side. She pleasured him every way she knew how, licking, nibbling, stroking, until his shaft pulsed with tension. As his balls tightened, she let them go and smoothed her hands over the rigid muscles in his thighs and calves. His hips jerked when she glided her palms over his ass and sunk her fingers into the firm flesh. While she slid her moist lips up his cock, she looked up at him. He stood ramrod straight, staring out over her head. A muscle ticked in his jaw. Strange that he didn’t touch her. By now she’d expected him to grab her head and fuck her mouth. The fact

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that he didn’t stung a little. Not that she liked having a penis shoved down her throat, but jeez… wasn’t she pleasing him enough? She let go of all her inhibitions, grabbed his hips, and took him deep in her mouth. The crowd went wild. The muscles in his ass bunched, but he didn’t rock his hips. She grabbed the base of his cock with her fist and stroked him while she sucked the head. In and out, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. She tilted her head back, taking as much as she could. Her cheeks burned from all the suction. About to give up on him, she loosened her handgrip and slid one last long smooth stroke to the back of her throat. The head of his cock seemed to expand within her mouth. Rye’s bellow thundered above all the other male shouts. The unintelligible words mattered less than the expression of raw ecstasy on his chiseled face. Warm arousal flushed through her body right before Rye’s cock rippled like a sentient being and cum exploded into her mouth. The tight fit forced her to drink Rye’s slightly sweet essence. She held on to him, swallowing as fast as she could, afraid she’d pass out from the lack of oxygen if he came much more. Pinpricks of light flashed behind her eyes just before he withdrew. She slapped both hands over her pounding heart. When she saw the huge bulbous head of his cock, twice the size of the thick shaft, slowly shrinking back to normal, she wavered on her knees. Rye put a hand on her shoulder to steady her. The crowd cheered. The elders patted her on the back. Don’t faint. Kelly wasn’t sure if the words were in her head or coming from Rye. Either way, she straightened her spine and raised her gaze to meet his. The pleasure glowing in his eyes stole her breath away. No one had ever looked at her quite that way before. It left her stunned. Slowly, the smoldering expression softened, but the heat remained, reaching out to her in waves. Rye lowered to his knees in front of her and brushed his lips over her

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ear. “This is how we do it,” she whispered, grasping his chin and drawing his mouth to hers. She brushed her mouth over his parted lips. She swore her bones melted as he gently kissed her back. A throbbing beat thumped hard in her throat. Clapping hands and stomping feet jerked her from her foggy dreamland. Wideeyed, she looked at Rye for guidance. He held out his hand and she grabbed it like a lifeline. As soon as he helped her to her feet, he hefted her over his shoulder and left the whooping males behind.

Chapter Four In a room two stories up from the elders’ suite, Rye slipped Kelly off his shoulder onto a big bed. Her back bounced on the thick pad. “You’ve passed the elder’s inspection,” Rye told her. “Gee, I’m so happy.” She tugged the twisted loincloth over her nest of curls. He climbed up onto the bed with her. “And mine.” A lump formed in her throat, both from his admission and the predatory way he crawled toward her body. Stop him. No, she didn’t want to stop him. He owed her for putting her on display like a sex slave. Not that she minded, of course, but the least he could do was return the favor by giving her an orgasm. “You never touched me -- with your hands, I mean.” “I wasn’t allowed to,” he said, pausing on his hands and knees by her calves. “You had to show your gratitude of your own free will.” She scoffed. “Well, that didn’t happen, did it?” “Didn’t it?” he challenged. “You threatened to kill me!” “All you had to do was bow your head to my feet.” Her jaw dropped open. “What?” she squawked. “But…” She scowled at him. “Then why did you take off your covering?” “To stake my claim, so there’d be no fights over you. A beautiful Earthling female like you is a highly sought after gem on Alishon.” A bit arrogant of him, but hey -- did he call her beautiful? Nobody ever called her beautiful. Attractive in a reserved fashion, perhaps. On special occasions, when she let down her hair from its tight knot, one might say she looked sweet. Never beautiful.

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His lips quirked up into a half-smile. “You never asked how you were supposed to show gratitude. And I did try to explain. You weren’t listening.” Well… yeah. Once she’d taken him in her mouth, she hadn’t even tried to get away with a few licks of appreciation for her “thank you.” She hadn’t wanted to stop. Her inner muscles contracted at the memory of his roar when he ejaculated down her throat. And the other males had gone crazy too. They had all wanted her. That had fired her up. It had been scary too. Good thing Rye had carried her away. Her handsome rescuer skimmed his hands up her calves, which lay angled one on top of the other. “I can touch you now.” His fingers dug into the sides of her knees as he separated her tangled legs. Cool air seeped inside her slightly parted lips. His palms slowly glided up her thighs closing in on her dewy pussy. Her breath caught in her lungs. “I haven’t given you permission to touch me -yet.” He stopped and raised a brow. She smiled inwardly, pleased he didn’t intend to force his will on her. “What exactly do you have in mind?” A wicked smile blossomed across his face. “Whatever you wish.” Years of self-denial poofed into space. Here was a male who made her insides quiver, who crushed her inhibitions, and made her want to fulfill his every desire. Not that she’d tell him that. A secret smile spread across her face as she finished spreading her legs for him. “Show me your gratitude for making you the envy of all your friends.” “All right,” he said with a chuckle. His head bent low. Without any fanfare, he rested his hands on her split legs and nuzzled his nose into her pubic hair. “I love the smell of your cream.” His tongue slid between her parted lips. Ready, yet not ready, she hissed through her teeth. He spread her pussy with his fingers and lapped at the inner folds. He probed inside her with his tongue, reminding her how hot she’d gotten when he’d explored her ear the same way. She wanted more, much more, but she’d settle for the glorious sensations he evoked with his mouth.

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A spasm rocked her as his tongue glided over her swollen clit. Stars, his mouth stoked her fire. Each sensual slide made her belly quiver and her nipples ache. It didn’t take long for his teasing tongue to get her heart pumping hard. She gripped the sheet covering the bed and arched against his mouth. “Oh, Rye!” He lifted his gaze, his eyes sultry as the night, and he latched onto her clit, gently sucking her toward the pinnacle of desire. A blaze snapped and crackled deep within her. She bent her spread knees, dug her heels into the bed, and begged for his soothing, wet mouth. Warm pussy juice gushed through her core. “Ye-ess,” she stuttered as tremors shook her legs. Rye said something unintelligible against her skin, and a moment later, his fingers slipped into her, plunging deep while his tongue flicked at her hot swollen clit. Burning lust plowed through her, contracting tighter and tighter until she rocked against his mouth. “Oh, gods, Rye!” She ripped one hand free from the bed sheets and gripped his shoulder tight. The fingers of his free hand clamped down on her hip before his lips closed over the aching bud of her sex and sucked hard, taking her into the vortex of a blinding orgasm. She screamed his name and shoved her pussy against his face. Light burst behind her eyelids as she convulsed around Rye’s fingers, drenching them with her cream. When she relaxed, just for a millisecond, he pulled his fingers free and lapped at the juices oozing from her plundered center, drawing out her climax. Instead of one dynamic orgasm, she came in a long series of jolting spasms that left her breathless. Gads, she’d never been pleasured like that. Drained, she lay spread eagle on the bed, struggling to regain a normal heartbeat. Wow, that was intense. He could do that to her day and night and she’d never tire of it. Rye eased above her body, his smooth muscular legs settling between her moist thighs. “I want you, Kelly Hatchett. Right now. Save me.”

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She stared into his heated gaze, too numb to fully comprehend his words. All her focus lingered on the pleasant tingling in her pussy. “Say yes,” he said in a compelling whisper. Mmm. Anything for him. “Yesss.” His smooth thrust into her wet core startled her. Then primal need took over. She clasped her legs around his hips and drew him down until he lay on her, chest to breast, their slick skin melding, hot and firm against soft and supple. Mouths met in a frenzy of probing tongues, clashing and sliding in time with the roll of their hips as Rye plunged into her over and over. He growled each time she clenched her inner muscles around his sliding cock. Once, he bit her tongue and she wasn’t certain that it had been by mistake. He pummeled her body until they came together in great wet slaps of flesh. Bubbles of pleasure simmered low in her belly. Her taut nipples throbbed. She forced her hands between their bodies to palm the stiff peaks. Rye wrapped his arms around her and rolled to his back, holding her tight against him. Then he pushed her shoulders up so he could massage her full breasts while he thrust in and out of her body. Kelly braced her hands beside his shoulders, reveling in the tingling current flowing between her breasts and her clit. Their hips rocked in an undulating wave. Oh, sweet ecstasy! Just as he lunged full hilt inside her, he pinched each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Ohmigod, Rye!” Pleasure jabbed deep into her belly. Right there. Fuck me. Oh, God… fuck… me! A gasp rushed from her mouth when she felt the head of his cock swelling within her. It stretched the walls of her vagina with each stroke, kicking off spasms of pleasure all along her inner core. Another gush of liquid heat flooded her channel. Tears brimmed in her eyes, inexplicably. Rye leaned up and kissed her with a loud smack. He drew her shoulders down

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and tucked his face into her neck. “Kelly… Kelly.” He reverted to his own language and she tuned him out, concentrating on the quivering arousal about to burst through her core. She gritted her teeth. The orgasmic ripple swelled. Her entire body bowed tight. She gripped his biceps and squeezed him with her inner muscles like a python. Ah… ah… ohmigooood! “Aieeee!” She exploded into a shuddering mass of pure rapture. An instant later, he gripped her hips in a bruising hold and bucked hard. What a rush! Literally. Now she knew the meaning of fulfilled. Compelled by the hard shuddering of his body, she clung to him and came again in short throbbing bursts. Mmmmm. As long as his cock continued pulsing, she imagined she could ride him endlessly. But he finally stilled, except for his heaving chest. Despite the pinpricks of pleasure that made her clench her muscles one more time, she winced. What the hell had she just done? Panting hard, she tried to relax. Damn, damn, damn. If what he’d told her about Earthlings and his people melding was true, their species were genetically compatible. She did not want to get pregnant at this point in her life, especially by an alien! Even if she imagined the thrill, just for a minute, of rocking a baby to sleep every night before going to make love to Rye in their bed. She didn’t know anything about Rye! Except what a good lover he was. Nothing could be done about it right now. Rye’s cock remained locked inside her cunt, and she was nowhere near ready to let him go. She collapsed on top of him, which angled his stiff cock deeper now that the big head slowly contracted. She gripped him tight as another spasm rolled through her. “Easy,” he said into her neck. “You’re killing me.” Her body refused to settle. “I’m trying to calm down, but you’ve wound me up so tight --” She blew out a long breath. He chuckled and rolled her to his side. Inhaling a long hiss, he withdrew his cream-soaked cock. The head burned a bright pink and dripped cum onto her thigh.

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He wrapped his arm around her waist and snuggled up close, his moist cock nestled against her belly. His heartbeat thumped beneath her palm. Finally, her body relaxed. He planted a kiss on her ear and whispered, “Equitash benini.” “What does that mean?” she asked drowsily. “You’re mine.” He slid his fingers through the hair at her temple, brushing the tips over the top of her ear. She shivered, her ears strangely sensitive to his touch. Through heavy-lidded eyes, she noted his self-satisfied smile. A warning bell clanged in her mind, but the slick heat of his body soothed and comforted her. She’d worry about the implications later.

Chapter Five As after-sex languor seeped into her bones, Kelly snuggled into Rye’s steamy embrace. Their slick skin slid together, her butt tucked against his groin and his arm thrown over her side so he could cup her breast in the palm of his hand. Usually after sex she’d be the first one to dash for the lavatory. Lying next to Rye amidst the musky scent of their sex was a decadent act in itself. Kelly sighed with pleasure. “Now that I have claimed you, Kelly, I will not let you go.” “At least not until a starship comes,” she said, happy and content with the shortterm plan. His grip on her breast tightened a fraction and he toyed with the sensitive nipple. “Not ever. Equitash benini. You are mine.” She tried to turn over to face him, but he held her firm. “You promised I could send for a ride home,” she said, giving up and speaking over her shoulder. “I said you could send a message to Earth. Nothing more.” He nudged his knee between her legs and pressed his thigh against her damp pubic curls. “We have joined, like our ancestors before us. I am part of you and you are part of me. Infinitely connected. Inseparable. There is no way home for you now.” Kelly twisted in his hold. “I can’t stay here forever. I have my work, my --” She broke off, unclear what awaited her once she left this planet. “Your family? Friends? They can visit you here.” The hand resting above her head stroked her hair. “You can have a good life here, Kelly. I will give you whatever you desire.” “Everything but my freedom,” she snapped. Rye rolled her onto her back, knelt between her thrashing legs, and pinned her hands beside her head. “You are mine, love. I will keep you by whatever means

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necessary.” His eyes blazed with determination. “Even if I must secure a vibrating homing chip to that luscious clit of yours.” Her pulse beat wildly in her neck. A feral smile tilted his lips. “Does being bound to me excite you, Kelly?” “No!” Yet the vision of attending a stilted scientific lecture and having Rye “call” her home soaked her cunt. Male confidence glowed in his eyes. “I think you are more enamored of me than you let on.” He bent low and kissed her ear, puffing his moist breath inside. “And I am captivated by you.” A shudder of arousal lanced through her. Gads, what kind of hold did he have over her? One turn of exceptional sex and she was ready to throw away her freedom? No way. But as he nibbled on her earlobe and pressed kisses near her temple, she had no will to fight him. He’d made her feel alive, alluring, strong even, while she submitted to his pleasure. “We can discuss the details of our future later, Kelly. Right now, I need to sink my cock into your wet heat. Wrap your legs around me. Let me fill you, and make you burn.” She followed his instructions as if she were in a trance, already aching for his hard, pounding thrusts. “I’m going to let go of your wrists and I want you to slide your hands above your head.” She nodded. Would night after night in Rye’s bed be so bad? If it didn’t work out between them, she’d find a way off this planet. For now, why not explore this peculiar connection between them? Her nipples peaked as Rye circled the areolae with his fingers. Still tender from their recent lovemaking, they tingled at the lightest touch. She held her breath while he dipped his head and licked them into tight pink cones. When she started to lower one arm in order to run her fingers through his hair, he made a gruff noise and backed

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away. “Do not move until I tell you. Do you understand?” She swallowed, moved her arm back up, and nodded once again. “Yes, Rye.” His predatory smile cast a spiral of want into her pussy. Perhaps another time she’d have a chance to make him do as she commanded, but for now she was perfectly content to follow his orders. The fierce hunger in his gaze drove her wild with longing. She’d put that look in his eyes, and the knowledge gave her power she didn’t know she had. Let him taste her, plunge into her. He didn’t take anything she wasn’t willing to give. Not yet anyway. She sucked in her breath as his teeth gently closed over a nipple and tugged. He rolled the other taut peak between his thumb and forefinger, making her cunt clench tightly. He sucked and bit and licked her breasts until her nipples turned dark pink and throbbed at the barest contact. She panted for breath and her hips rocked toward the long stiff shaft poised so close to her drenched entry. Take me. Please, Rye. Oh, gods. Take me! She scrunched her eyes closed and bit back the pleas as an orgasm crested near the peak of release. The large head slid past her sopping, swollen lips, seeking entry into her pulsing, hungry channel. For one brief second, sanity broke through the glaze of pleasure. Protection! And then he plunged into her wet center and rode her hard. Conscious thought fled as her climax broke in a thunderous wave. She gripped the decorative metal sculpture in the wall above the bed and shrieked in pleasure. Rye’s neck muscles stood out as he drove into her again and again. Another tight knot built around her clit, driven by the powerful slap of his groin against her pussy and the guttural grunts that followed each pounding lunge. She groaned too, overwhelmed by the depth and breadth of his cock. He slowed as the space tightened, taken up by that strange expanding tip that pulsed deep inside her. She was ready, so ready to explode, and yet they both held on, not wanting the pleasure to end. The tight strain zapped her with electrical shocks, pinching her nerve endings

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with pleasure-pain. Her body quivered. Her pulse stuttered. “Come!” Rye shouted, thrusting hard and deep. His body shuddered and he pressed her hips hard into the bed pad at the same time Kelly bucked and strained upward. She came in spurts of warm cream, moaning as the desire flowed backward, stabbing her nipples with erotic pulses. The waves of arousal broke over and over until Rye quieted them into pleasurable ripples with the warmth and weight of his body sprawled on top of her. She clung to him, amazed by the beauty of their joining, knowing no one else in the universe could make her feel the way he did. Deep down, she knew she belonged with him, and yet the feeling made her uneasy. It was almost as though Rye and Kelly embodied the ancient connection between Alishons and Earthlings. They could learn so much from one another, but how much would she have to give up if she stayed? The shrinking of Rye’s expanded cock head made her groan. Although he remained inside her, the slight reduction in pressure made her yearn for him all over again. She shimmied her hips and tightened her muscles around him like a lusty wench in a Pleasure City. The shy, repressed Kelly Hatchett was gone. Rye moaned against her neck. “I am not sure who has enslaved who.” “You will never enslave me, Rye.” Even as she said the words, butterflies swarmed in her stomach. She hadn’t shown much backbone so far. One look from his hard, hungry eyes and she was a goner. He lifted his head and a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “We will see about that.” Before she could respond, he captured her lips in a bone-melting kiss. Somebody was in for a rude awakening. Kelly swore it wouldn’t be her.

To Be Continued…

Elayne S. Venton I’ve loved writing as long as I can remember. When I discovered e-publishing, I started on my way to fulfilling a life-long dream. Whether the characters of my stories are aliens from a distant galaxy, the couple next door, or creatures of the night, their passion will hurl them together and love will bind them throughout time. There used to be a time when I’d start a book in the afternoon and stay up until the wee hours to finish it. Now those hours are spent researching, writing, re-writing, and occasionally making dinner! In my spare time, I volunteer at the local historical society. Having lived on the east coast all my life, from New Hampshire to North Carolina, I’ve met characters -- oops -- people from all walks of life. Currently, I live in the inner coastal area of North Carolina with my wonderful, industrious husband, two teenagers, a lovable golden retriever, and a pet rabbit.