Alien Romance: Desired By The Alien Boss: A Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Rusneon Mates Book 2) (9 page)

“
Is it that time already?”

Andrea blinked at him, stunned. He glanced back at her and smiled, “Oh, right. I keep forgetting. Open masturbation and the like are seen as a service of relaxation, it’s not unlike people to begin pleasing one another in public. It’s the equivalent to preening in your planet.”

“It’s bizarre.” Andrea replied, rubbing at her arms and trying to shake off the feeling that she had something to do with the actions of the people.

“It takes some getting used to,” Dom replied, “You can imagine my confusion when I went to your planet and found that it was ridiculously against that sort of behavior.”

“Can we talk about something else please?” Andrea huffed, keeping her gaze firmly on the ground despite the moans and sighs escaping the green haired woman several yards away. Dom laughed before taking her hand and walking away with her.

“What would you like to talk about?” Dom asked as they managed to get far away.

The thought suddenly came to Andrea’s mind before she could stop it,
like how your brother doesn’t seem genuine.

Dom stopped abruptly, looking at her with shock.

“What do you mean?” he asked, frowning. Andrea floundered, unsure how to respond, instead trying to convey her concern with him through her mind. Dom seemed to understand yet his expression only hardened slightly.

You’re mistaken, my star. Soran is nothing like that.

“I just get a weird vibe from him,” Andrea retorted, hugging herself uncertainly. “I don’t know how to describe it.”

“My brother is a good man, Andrea,” Dom said, he took a step close and pressed a palm to her jaw. His thumb caressed her lower lip, “I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.”

Andrea searched his eyes, nodding only after she could see nothing but certain devotion.

“Come,” he beckoned and began to lead them back toward the life.
I want you again.

Andrea felt her body react with a familiar thrill and desire, but there was a twinge in her chest that didn’t fade, like a worry or an ache that made her wonder if she was really worrying over nothing.

Chapter 15

“There is nothing special about her.”

The words were clear and certain, spoken in a language only familiar to Za’alua. She said this just as she was spreading her legs and accepting Soran’s body against her own, his cock rubbing against her purple folds.

We have agreed.
Soran’s voice responded in her mind while he let out a soft groan.
Human females are certainly strange.

“Apparently they also self-lubricate,” Za’alua mentioned a moment later after her lover began thrusting into her. “And here I thought my kind were the only ones…”

You can’t possibly think she’s a threat just because she can become wet,
Soran’s tone was almost incredulous, pulling at his lover’s legs until they were perfectly split open so he could drive himself deeper and deeper. Za’alua let out a soft groan, shifting her hips and gyrating them in circles while Soran pumped harder into her crevice.

“I am just—
ahn…ahhhnnn—
as to why your brother seems so transfixed on her. All he does is stare and sigh into her ey—
Ahh! Yes!!—
eyes and touch her like she’s made of starlight.” Za’alua grumbled in between moans and grunts of pleasure.

Soran didn’t much seem to be paying attention, focusing on thrusting and pounding into her while she played with her nipples and dragged her fingers down to rub furiously between them.

Finally Soran blinked up and looked into the woman’s eyes, “You aren’t telling me—
ughh—
that you’re jealous, are you?”

Za’alua fixed her pink eyes into a brutal glare, panting while her lover alternated his pace between viciously hard and teasingly slow. “I’m worried about our goal, Soran. What if your brother doesn’t fall for my glamour? What if he sees through it—
AH!!
”

Soran let out a snort,
Go on then, show me what you can do.

Za’alua glowered into his eyes before her skin and body began to change. Soran let out a satisfied moan, seeing the finished product of Andrea’s body groaning and moaning beneath him, it made him almost impossibly harder.

“You fiend,” Za’alua snapped, her voice still her own despite wearing a different face no doubt feeling the change of her lover’s passion become more driven.

“You can’t possibly find her attractive.”

The only thing I find attractive,
Soran replied his body beginning to spasm as he continued to slam into Za’alua’s hips.
Is the very idea that we will be tearing my
brother’s
happiness apart with a very single move. You look very convincing.

Za’alua rolled her eyes before shifting her back, demonstrating a dexterity and flexibility that was impossible for any human. She reached around Soran’s back before digging her fingers deep into his rear, making him buck and gasp even harder.

Go back,
Soran thought after a moment of having her fingers pump into him.
I want you to give me the best kind of expression we want on her face.

He could feel his lover’s wicked grin on his ribs, trailing kiss after burning kiss before she pulled back to lay on the bed. Sure enough, Za’alua’s face showed him a frightened and scared expression over Andrea’s façade.

“No—no, please no!” Andrea’s voice met his ears then, perfectly cadenced through his lover’s throat. The stimuli provided everything Soran needed to buck harder and increase his speed further.

Yes…!
He thought, grinning widely as his fingers worked over her hips to ground harder and harder against her sex.

“
Please—Ah, ah, ahhh!”
Za’alua cried out, her voice still faking Andrea’s timbre, and he could feel her walls clamp down around his length and then begin to shift and move, milking every bit of his cock until he had no choice but to release his come deep into Za’alua’s insides.

Za’alua cried, her body glowing a vibrant purple and lilac hue until her body began to shift and change back into its scarlet hue. They panted in each other’s mouths, Za’alua’s inner walls shifting and shifting and wrenching every last bit of Soran’s orgasm from his body.

Finally, after a long time, he pulled away and began to dress himself, his lover watching him with a sated expression.

“You are a sick animal,” Za’alua hummed, “Turned on at the very thought of taking your brother’s happiness so much to come as quick as you did.”

It is simply the anticipation of a plan coming to fruition, my possession.
Soran replied and turned around to give her a final nod.
Get to know the girl as much as possible until your performance is completely undetectable… the Night of the Falling star will be upon us very soon.

“And soon we will be able to get rid of the little vermin,” Za’alua sighed, stretching leisurely.

And the throne will rightfully be passed to me.
Soran laughed darkly before walking away, heading toward the one place where their preparations were all but completed.

Chapter 16

The following few weeks passed with an impressive speed that Andrea had not expected, considering their length. It was a flurry of actions, and planning that moved them ahead into a swift approach and Andrea was becoming more and more nervous about her incoming wedding night.

It was also strange to mention that in all the time she had been with Dom, he had never once truly proposed to her, but she figured it had to do with the fact that their cultural differences were so great that it never occurred to him. Still, he had been in her planet for twenty four Rusneon years—the equivalent of eight hundred Earth years—so it was sort of hard to believe that he wouldn’t have caught on to the custom.

Dinner and conversation with Soran and his bride was awkward at best, bizarre at worst. She began to wonder if they were engaging in intimate activities for the sole sake of making her uncomfortable.

Andrea had drawn the line when not long after conversation had settled into a “pleasant” silence that Za’alua suddenly pulled Soran’s chair back to dig her fingers into his robes and begin to pump at his cock. Soran had leaned back, his lips parting as her scarlet fingers rose up and down on his length.

Dom had simply turned his attention elsewhere—to a document that Andrea had come to know as the local newspaper (despite Dom saying it was nothing close to one)—and seemed to tune out to his brother’s sounds of pleasure.

Andrea couldn’t do it anymore and stood up, letting out a small noise of distress as she walked off, no longer caring if she seemed rude.

The more she was alone, however, the more she found that her mind could do more and more. She was learning to catch on to the Common Link, being able to hear thoughts and words and feelings being exchanged back and forth between the Rusnean citizens.

Yet, the more she could hear and listen to (a weird way to describe it considering she was never actually hearing anything), the more she could feel the fluttering in her thigh and that strange feeling descend over her mind.

At one point she remembered seeing two people conversing, as well as motioning to a series of goods that Andrea couldn’t tell were for, but she could catch how their conversation was going. For the most part, they exchanged polite and respectful words despite one of them feeling like the other was charging too much for a particular artifact.

The more Andrea focused, the more she found herself curious to see if the one feeling wronged were to grow even more indignant and call out the other—since that was more often the case back on earth.

To her surprise, the wronged party, a Rusnean male of a bright pink tone of hair and deep blue skin color, suddenly grabbed the other, another of green skin and copper hair, and threw him to the ground. Suddenly, the male began to shout and that attracted an alarmed scene of people towards them.

It was surprising to note that all of the people clearly disliked anything remotely violent, chastising the pink haired male. More surprising was seeing how the male suddenly appeared taken aback, as though they had never intended to overreact in the way they did and quickly apologized before walking away.

Andrea felt surprised; unable to shake off the feeling that she knew why he had overreacted. She knew why the behavior had changed.

Had she been capable of influencing him?

But that was ridiculous, she had no spectacular abilities and she was barely learning how to tune in to the CL. Yet, the fluttering in her thigh only made her more suspicious and Andrea had no other option but to consider the possibility.

She had attempted to speak to Dom about it, but the very idea of it seemed so ludicrous… no. She’d keep this to herself for now. Cleary, she needed to gather more evidence in order to bring this ability into a better understanding.

And so, Andrea spent her days working on harnessing this strange power and before long, there was only two weeks before the Night of her wedding. All the while, her suspicions on Soran, Dom’s younger brother, continued to rise.

Each day that passed and each night that was shared brought forth vibes that confused and even worried her, yet Dom would have none of it.

In time, all Andrea could do was keep an eye on Soran and hope for the best.

Until one night.

The stars above were far more iridescent than back on earth, and Andrea had spent many hours staring into the heavens and counting new constellations and completely different stories behind them.

In her hands she held to a tome, similar to a book from her home, yet it was constructed of a film of curious material that felt watery in her fingers and glowed whenever she pressed her fingers against its words.

Within her eyes she was shown the swirling constellations and their meanings, stories of love and sensuality were among the favorites but it wasn’t bizarre to hear of war heroes being cast upon the stars as well.

Dom usually spent his time at her side, pointing up at the many diamonds cast about the glowing sky and telling her stories of his youth, stories that occurred several hundred years before she was born.

Other times, Dom would tempt her by making love with her beneath the romantic night, making her scream and cry to the air with abandon while the skies showed shooting stars and meteor showers that left her in awe.

This time however, Dom was not with her, busy with the preparations of the ascension of the throne and their wedding night. He had pressed a kiss to her mouth and then departed, leaving her to gaze at the stars alone.

She sighed, leaning back and running her fingers through her hair and tugging the strands into small braids. She was still so unsure of what to do with Soran, and she felt disheartened that Dom would shrug off her concerns so easily, even if he did claim to know Soran for much longer.

The door of their room suddenly opened and closed and when Andrea turned around, she saw Dom standing at the threshold, watching her with a cool stare.

Andrea gave him a smile before pressing the tome down and moving toward him.

“Hey,” she greeted softly, “I thought you were going to be busy for a long time.”

“I got off a little early,” he said, but there was something in his voice that sounded a little weird.

“Are you alright?” She asked, frowning, lifting a hand to his cheek. “You sound like you could be catching a cold… do Rusneans catch colds?”

Dom smiled and shook his head, “Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat and the weird note disappeared.

“It’s just stress, but I do know of a way to calm down.” He added with a raise of his brow. Andrea began to smile back, letting him pull her into an embrace and a kiss.

What happy thoughts she had disappeared when she felt his mouth land on hers, wrapping around her lips unusually. It wasn’t until then that she realized she couldn’t feel his usual mental presence in her mind.

Andrea had half a mind to shove him off, but his grip suddenly became vice-like and constricting, forcing her mouth open to probe her mouth with his tongue.

Andrea returned the kiss with surprise, unsure and feeling weirdly faint. He carried her to the bed, pressing kiss after hard kiss against her lips and making her groan somewhat uncomfortably. It wasn’t until they both fell on the mattress that Andrea finally needed to get him off of her.

“Dom—” Andrea began, trying to shove him off, but his hips were already rocking hard against her core and making her whimper.

With a great growl, Andrea managed to wedge her elbow between him and her chest. When she pulled away, she was met with bright pink irises. Andrea felt her insides grow cold.

“Nothing special about you at all,” Dom spoke, but his voice was no longer his own, it was Za’alua’s.

“Za’alua?” Andrea gasped, feeling horrified and terribly confused.

Za’alua grinned, her lips curling hideously while masked in Dom’s face. To Andrea’s shock, she began to change until she could feel Za’alua’s body—not Dom’s—resting over hers.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Za’alua sighed brightly.

“I’m just gathering some important research.”

“What the hell are you doing?!” Andrea squeaked with surprise as she pulled away.

“Like I said,” Za’alua giggled before beginning to get closer to Andrea’s ears. “Gathering important research. I need to hear you moan and scream, Andrea. But don’t misunderstand, it’s not because I want to…” and then Za’alua was letting out a soft noise through her throat that tickled in Andrea’s ears and suddenly made her feel strange and fuzzy.

Her body began to react, as though she had been plugged into an aphrodisiac of potent power. “But because I need to make sure my act is convincing.”

Andrea gasped, drawing out noises and sighs that the scarlet woman repeated in her ears almost completely uncannily.

“Don’t worry,” Za’alua laughed softly, “It won’t feel bad at all. I’m rather skilled in the art of pleasure, A’ndrea. The effects of this spell will be over in a moment.”

Suddenly, Andrea arched and gasped tightly, her mind trying to shake off the weird spell that was making her writhe and wish to succumb to the sensations.

Andrea bit down hard on her lip, trying not to scream in wanton desire. She threw her head back and cried out.
This is… wrong! So wrong!
She tried to shove the feeling off, but her body was overcome by the sensations.

“There,” Za’alua snickered, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Andrea blinked up lazily, feeling strange and sick. “Get away… from me…” she muttered weakly.

“Not to worry,” Za’alua grinned.

“So naive,” Za’alua muttered. “How are you so naive? It’s almost disgusting.”

“Oh well, not much I can do about that. I’ll see what I can do about making myself sound more like you.”

“What…?” Andrea gasped. The scarlet woman nodded gleefully.

“I suppose it would be okay to tell you, now that I have you within my spell,” she said.

“If you haven’t guessed already, I’m a Changeling, or shape shifter, whichever you prefer.”

“You see, Soran has become mighty desperate to become the king of Rusneon, and we can’t exactly have that if you and your beloved Dom are in the picture. See, there is this wonderful little stipulation that comes with mating with a Warrior, do you know what that is?”

Andrea shook her head, her mouth feeling dry from the effects of that weird experience. Andrea panted, trying to calm her racing heart while the other woman continued to talk.

“When you mate with a Warrior, he and only he must continue to mate with you. Now, you are human, so you having sex with say… I don’t know, Soran or someone else, would do nothing to you—fascinating little thing about you humans, you can have as many partners as you want without any damage to your life. But if say, someone, like me, for instance, were to take your shape, like so…”

Za’alua’s face morphed and Andrea let out a sharp gasp, seeing her own face reflect back at her with a wicked grin.

“And seduce your tasty little future mate, well, what bond is created with you will shatter and poor big brother Dom will die.” Andrea felt her stomach fall deeper into the ground, her eyes wide with shock.

“And you, my dear, will die along with him.”

“N-no,” Andrea shook her head, “You’re lying.”

“Wouldn’t that just be quaint?” Za’alua asked, her voice suddenly sounding just like hers.

“But no, not a lie. I’m guessing Dom never warned you about the fine print when it came to mating, did he? He would never be able to have sex or mate with anyone else, lest you both die a pretty pathetic death. It’s almost
funny
.”

“Ahh,” Za’alua sighed, and it seemed as if she was casting another spell on Andrea.

“I have to admit, you human females may not be that special, but you certainly do feel emotions on another level.”

“S-stop!” Andrea begged, already feeling another stream of weird sensations beginning to climb over her senses.

“Not yet!” Za’alua giggled, “I’ve got to hear you cry out one more time! Come on, little one, do it for Dom.”

“N-no!”

The sensations were too much for Andrea and she began screaming, struggling with the unwanted sensations of weird pleasure. When Andrea came back down from her high, her eyes were spilling with tears.

“Is it done?” Andrea heard Soran’s voice. When she blinked up through her tears, she could see him staring down at her hungrily.

“All ready,” Za’alua replied with a nod, her body completely changed from scarlet to human pink, and her hair was gone from silver to a strawberry blonde. She looked exactly like Andrea, and sounded like her as well.

“Let’s hear it,” Soran said.

Za’alua smiled before parting her lips and letting out a simple moan, it sounded exactly like Andrea. Soran grinned.

“Perfect. You will stay here, make sure that you do the deed accordingly. You, on the other hand,” he pointed at Andrea and sauntered over toward her, grabbing on to her jaw and lifting her as easily as lifting a kitten. Andrea could do nothing but blink weakly up at him.

“You are coming with me.”