Alien Overnight

An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Alien Overnight

ISBN 9781419910852

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Alien Overnight Copyright © 2007 Robin L. Rotham

Edited by Heather Osborn & Mary Altman.

Photography and cover art by Les Byerley.

Electronic book Publication May 2007

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ALIEN OVERNIGHT

Robin L. Rotham

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Alien Overnight

“Notice the slight emergence of the male’s accessory sexual organ, or what the Garathani refer to as a breeding spur.”

Kellen bit back a grin at Dr. Alvin Snow’s play-by-play of the xenophysiology demonstration currently spotlighted in the dim theater-style classroom. His hushed delivery called to mind one of those fascinating televised nature programs, where the khaki-clad host hid in the bushes with a microphone while two wild animals went at it, oblivious to the watchful lens of his camera. Only
these
particular animals were both perfectly cognizant of their audience and could hear and understand every word the man said.

The female subject, a plump and greedy red-haired Terran whose pronounced facial grooves and silvery abdominal stretch marks proclaimed her well past the established age limit for reproductive service, grasped anxiously at Ensign Hastion’s flexing buttocks and whimpered for more. He gave it, pounding her without reservation, knowing as they all did that this female had already accommodated another Garathani soldier with ease. Her shout of approval tightened Kellen’s scrotum and he shallowed his breathing in an effort to relax it. The degree of exhibitionism this creature displayed was unheard-of among Garathani females, but he was disinclined to condemn it, in light of its service to his people—not to mention the vicarious pleasure it afforded him.

The appropriately white-haired Dr. Snow cleared his throat and continued,

“Garathani texts place the time from penile penetration to full spur emergence at typically ten to fifteen minutes. However, because of the protracted nature of this male’s enforced abstinence, today’s interval will be somewhat shorter.”

Now there was an understatement if he’d ever heard one. Already, Hastion’s spur was beginning to ride up into the hollow where an intriguingly narrow strip of orange pubic hair met the female’s denuded labia, and she was carrying on as if she were about to expire from the pleasure of it. And pleasure it was, though a few of the sixteen Terran females in the study group looked as if they had their doubts. Most of the males, on the other hand, were exhibiting signs of arousal, their faces flushed and respiration rapid.

So much for their claims of clinical detachment. They had no more control than he and his men, some of whom had suffered in excess of eleven Terran years without mating.

Could they possibly have any concept of the delicious torture it was for a Garathani soldier to stand guard over such a demonstration? Obviously not. If they had, their female colleagues would be locked safely away in another part of the compound instead of sitting there among them, fragrant and tender and begging to be impaled without warning, much less consent.

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The Powers take him if he wasn’t having trouble resisting the call of their alien flesh himself. His head swam with the musk of aroused female, and not just the one onstage.

Three others sat among the crowd, weeping from their feminine passages and no doubt imagining their succulent secrets were inviolate. In this case, ignorance was indeed bliss. Terran females were oddly defensive of their personal scents, and these three would probably drop dead from the shame of knowing that every Garathani nose in the room, followed closely by every Garathani cock, had homed in on their genitalia.

Cock
. The word prompted an inward smile, conjuring images of unruly feathered heads straining to escape the confines of his officers’ uniforms. Comprehensive download aside, English was an elusive and remarkably messy tongue in which Kellen found new idiosyncrasies to appreciate daily. In truth, no cerecom program could teach the more engaging subtleties of a language as well as a year or two spent among the natives.

Dr. Snow’s renewed commentary interrupted his musings.

“The fully extended spur is designed to penetrate the Garathani female’s complementary orifice or, loosely translated, her spur nook. We have no firsthand knowledge of this structure, since only Garathani males are included in our studies, but the delegation’s physicians tell us that it houses their females’ equivalent of a clitoris.”

Kellen shifted his stance. The last thing he needed to think about was the welcoming quiver of a nook under his long-deprived spur. Glancing across the classroom at Shauss, who appeared to be suffering the agonies of the condemned, he finally gave in to the grin and accessed his cerecom.

Are you going to walk out of here with your dignity intact
,
Lieutenant
?

Shauss returned the grin with a grimace as a bead of sweat trickled down his brow.

Hope springs eternal
,
Sir
.

Ah
,
I like that one
.
Pithy
.

Yes
,
Commander
,
by all means
,
let us examine the complexities of the English language for
the next three to five minutes
.
Perhaps that will bank the open fires currently roasting my
chestnuts
.

Kellen’s chest shook with silent laughter.
Oh
,
now that one I like even better
,
my friend
.

Why are you not suffering as I am
?

Rest assured
,
I
’
m emitting as fast and thick as the rest of you
.
It
’
s probably a good thing
there are no Garathani maidens in the room
.
Between the five of us
,
we
’
d have them under the
table by now
.

Under the table
,
Sir
?

Drunk off their asses
.

Ah
.

Judging by his increasingly rough thrusts and the sweat condensing on his sleek musculature, Ensign Hastion was reaching critical mass. Unable to help himself, Kellen watched as Hastion pulled out and flipped the female onto her belly, yanking her to her 6

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knees and immediately driving his desperate length back into her glistening red vaginal opening, his spur coming closer to her puckered anal sphincter with every thrust.

That could be him soon, Kellen was a bit disturbed to realize, ramming himself into an unfamiliar backside with less sentiment than an animal. He’d never taken a female in such a position, would never have thought to introduce his spur into his mate’s waste canal, not that she’d have permitted it. But considering the yawning span of years since he’d last spent his seed, the idea was far less unpalatable than it might once have been.

“The position of a Terran woman’s anus relative to her vagina, and the sturdy thickness of the tissue separating vagina from rectum, make it possible for the Garathani’s spur not only to penetrate, but to clamp down sufficiently for ejaculation to occur,” the doctor continued. “Which is why Terran females are such ideal candidates for both copulative and reproductive services to the Garathani.”

Hastion paused to adjust the positioning of his knees, grasping the female’s fleshy hips tightly to perfect his angle for double penetration. He was just driving inward when Dr. Snow cleared his throat.

“Excuse me, Ensign—this might be a good time for the students to get a look at your spur.”

Opening the link to Hastion, Shauss commiserated,
Oh
,
now
that’s
brutal
.

But that
’
s the agreement
, Hastion sighed. Jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut, he pulled out altogether and leaned back on his hands, arching his pelvis upward to display his jutting sexual organs. The smooth-skinned spur, broader and flatter than Kellen’s own, showed no signs of flagging under the Terrans’ scrutiny. An abundance of natural female lubricant matted the dark hair at Hastion’s groin, a single shimmering strand of it bridging the gap between the head of his penis and her swollen opening. How long could it hang there?

Only Kellen’s acute Garathani hearing, picking up two barely audible whispers from the back of the room, saved him from the lustful abyss threatening to engulf him at the intimate sight.