Passion Flower

PASSIONFLOWER Ravyn Wilde

Dedication This book is dedicated to the memory of my grandmothers, Jessie and Vera. They taught me many things. Not the least of which is how to snap a mean dishtowel, the correct way to trim a rose bush, and how to bake bread. It’s amazing how often I use these skills.

Trademarks Acknowledgement The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction: Popsicle: Joe Lowe Corporation The Twilight Zone: CBS Inc. Corporation

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Chapter One Nancy Kilpatrick was ready to declare tonight’s exercise an abject failure. Pushing back her dinner, she ran her fingers up and down the stem of her wineglass in thought. Glancing down at her wristwatch, she grimaced. Forty-five minutes left. Almost regretting the promise she’d made to herself, she forced her mind to remember why she felt the need to spend at least two hours a week socializing. After a long year of caring for her ailing mother she’d become isolated from the world. Now…six months after her mother’s death she’d fallen into the habit of going straight home from work to curl up in bed with a book. Her job as a research analyst for a local biotech firm certainly didn’t allow many opportunities to make friends or share water cooler gossip. The office she worked in had three employees. She rarely moved from the computer. Even if the extent of her human interaction meant a solitary dinner and a couple of glasses of wine at the local restaurant-club, she knew she needed to get out of the house. At least make an effort before loneliness drove her to do something stupid. Like the morning she’d lain in bed wondering why bother, why not just take a few of the pain pills leftover from her mother’s cancer treatment and end the isolation she felt more deeply every day. No one would care…or mourn her passing. It wasn’t as if she had anything to look forward to. Shocked at her thoughts, she’d jumped up and thrown the pills down the sink, running water and the garbage disposal to make sure they were completely beyond temptation. She’d gone to work that day, and come home to take stock of her life. If she was lonely, then she needed to do something about it. If she was unhappy, then she damn well better find something to enjoy. Shifting in her seat she looked down at what she was wearing and grinned. Away from work her wardrobe usually consisted of sweats and a t-shirt. Part of her new attitude included putting on a smidgen of makeup and a nice outfit so she would feel like talking if anybody spoke to her. Well, she thought she looked pretty good for a thirty-five-year-old recluse. Wearing a knee-length, black skirt with a black beaded top, the outfit emphasized her chest and de-emphasized her waistline and hips. She’d given up the battle to lose twenty—well, maybe thirty—pounds. Without conscious thought, she mentally started an affirmation exercise she’d read about in a self-help book. I am tall. I am Rubenesque—which basically meant her curves had curves—and I am proud of that fact. Most of the time. Sighing heavily, Nancy realized her positive inner conversations needed a little work.

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She wasn’t looking for anything more than just a little interesting conversation, but so far tonight the only banter she’d exchanged centered on what dressing she wanted for her salad. But she would stay in her seat for another few minutes. Contemplating the attached entrance to the club, she considered moving her glass of wine from the restaurant to a table inside Secrets. Building a reputation around the booths lining the walls, the owners draped each one in sound-deadening curtains that could be pulled to enclose the booth in its own little world. Then they’d taken a version of Las Vegas’ motto and made it their own. “What is said at Secrets…stays at Secrets.” Nancy was sure conversation wasn’t the only thing concealed by the heavy fabric. She knew she wasn’t ready to sit at a small table…sans draperies…and open herself to sure rejection when no one asked her to dance. Or to shrug nonchalantly and leave when no one sat with her to have a non-secret conversation. Hearing a whisper of sound as others in the restaurant broke into hushed conversations, she glanced up to see what caused this group of thirty-somethings to twitter—a local celebrity in their midst? Noticing all eyes seemed to be on the front entrance, she turned to follow their lead and did a double take. Holy cow! The man standing in the door of the restaurant was huge. Giant huge. Massive huge. Big. The gorgeous specimen of masculinity had to be well over six feet tall with the body of a pro wrestler. Gaping at the sight of muscles bulging in magnificent splendor, she had a very primitive reaction to the vision of his turquoise tank top stretched taut across an immense chest. Wow! The color was a perfect counterpoint to his long, straight, blond hair and caramel-colored body. His biceps looked like tree trunks. Large rippling tree trunks. His waist was slim and she didn’t have to strain her eyesight to see monumental legs molded in tight jeans, leaving little room for conjecture on his sizable assets. Oh, baby! She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Watching closely as he scanned the room, she was disappointed to discover she was too far away to see the color of his eyes. Able to observe the intensity and concentration in his gaze, she realized he was looking for something or someone specific. The man couldn’t be described as handsome—he was too rugged for such a soft word. The darker blond slash of eyebrows over seeking eyes set off a face that had been chiseled, not carefully sculpted out of flesh. His cheekbones were high, his nose large and slightly hooked, and his square jaw showed a bare hint of beard shadow. No, she would use words like compelling, raw, or…well, dangerous to catalogue him. Bad to the bone. Almost unable to take her eyes off him, a quick glance around the room reassured her she wasn’t the only one. Holding her breath as he lifted his hand to brush his nearly waist-length hair from blocking his vision, she sighed in concert with every woman in the room as his muscles flexed. His big, strong hand.

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Squirming uncomfortably in her seat, eyes glazed as an active imagination started to list in surprising detail all the things he could do with those strong hands. She lost track of her surroundings. By the time her vision refocused, he’d swept one side of the room with his intense gaze and passed her by. No surprise there. But then his head turned back, and he caught her doe-in-the-headlight gaze and held eye contact. Sucking in a quick breath, she panicked as he hesitated for a long moment. Until another man came up behind him and said something. Breaking the connection, he looked away to answer the new arrival and her breath exploded from strained lungs. Heart thudding in a painful rhythm in her chest, she sighed a little sadly in relief. No way in hell am I ready for something like that! Nancy glanced at the new arrival, noticed the other man was built just as strong and big as the first hulky specimen, only he had short black hair. After a quick inspection she turned her attention back to the original hottie. The dark-haired guy was cute, but he didn’t make her feel as if one touch would be life altering. Like she’d ever get the chance to touch him? Sheesh! When the blond god glanced her way again, she lowered her eyes and shuddered. This whole experience was worth the torture of dining alone and she knew she’d fantasize about this man for weeks. Her thoughts were interrupted when the waiter came to take her plate away and ask if she wanted another glass of wine. With a glance at her watch she nodded yes. On her self-imposed time schedule, she still had half an hour to go. “May I join with you?” The deep voice stroked, resonating over her skin like a soft and very intimate touch. Huh? Nancy looked up…and up…into the eyes of the blond stranger. Standing over her table, he held a bottle of wine and a wine glass. With his groin a scant few inches from her face. Closing her eyes—oh, good lord, she so wasn’t prepared for this—she took a deep breath and opened them, careful to keep her gaze on his face. Feeling herself melt into a puddle of damp need, she lost her train of thought as eyes the same turquoise blue as his shirt focused on her. “I’m sorry.” She swallowed hard before she could complete her sentence. “Are you talking to me?” “Yes. I would very much like to join with you. Share a peculiar glass of my planet’s wine.” Okay. English is his second language. Her scattered brain cells somehow managed to figure out he probably meant join her…not with her. And peculiar… Ummm—special? Maybe he meant country instead of planet. Feeling as if she’d unraveled a particularly difficult puzzle, she nodded. She could deal with fifteen minutes of conversation and then make her excuses and leave. “Yes. You may join me. But I just ordered another glass of wine,” she said.

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“Thank you. I would still like to share you with this brilliant drink, if you would tolerate me.” Nancy blinked, finally figuring out he wanted to share his wine. Great, what could it hurt? “I’d love to,” she murmured. “My name is Nancy. What’s yours?” And she held out her hand. Cocking his head to one side as if trying to translate her words, or figure out why she had her hand out, he finally reached out with his hand. His big, big hand enveloped hers in warmth and the completely sensual heat of his touch. “Ahh, NanCee. I am M’ike L dah. May I pour on you this glass of wine?” Ummm. Interesting translation if he promised to lap it up… Nancy quickly squelched that vision as she reluctantly drew her hand back to her side. “Thank you, Mike. I assume you’re not from the United States, so where are you from?” she asked as she passed him her glass. She saw a questioning look on his face and then a fast flash of panic before his features smoothed in understanding and he answered her. “You can take for granted I am not from here,” he replied. “My position is far away and very miniature.” What? Come on Nancy, think. She lost the translation for that one completely. Position…place…country. Miniature…small. She could take for granted or assume he wasn’t from the U.S. but his country was far away and small. Hallelujah, I’ve got it! And she wasn’t going any farther with that line of questioning. Before she could come up with something else she picked up her glass and took a small sip of the wine Mike brought to the table. And gasped. Oh, my. The flavor was unlike anything she’d tasted before. A little sweet, yet also tart, it seemed to wrap her in warmth, sending out a tendril of blossoming need to rush through her bloodstream. She could feel her breasts swell and her nipples grow taut as her pussy contracted and sent a faint trickle of wet demand seeping from her channel. Clenching her knees together, she prayed for the feeling to pass. “The Passionflower wine is very excellent, yes?” Passionflower. She’d never heard of it. Passion fruit, yes. But oh my god, the name for the wine was perfect. Meeting his hooded gaze, she fell into the depths of his eyes and nodded. “Ummm, yes. It is very excellent.” “So. We should make the miniature talk and get to make out with each other.” That one was easy. “Yes, we should make small talk and get to know one another. Are you in town on business?” She fought a mental battle to keep her body in check, keep it from pulsing and throbbing in wild abandon to the music of his voice. Gritting her teeth in growing frustration, she sighed internally. This is crazy! Smiling at her, he nodded. “Most grave business. Are you mated?” 159

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Oh, yeah, right to the heart of the matter. “No. Are you married?” He shook his head no and asked another question. “So, you are vacant?” Oh, Jesus. She needed another drink for that one. Only the drink didn’t help, it just made her body more aware of every move he made, every breath he took. Hey. Maybe she needed a little karaoke tonight. Vacant? What was he—? Available. Yes! “Ummm. If you meant to ask if I’m single, the answer is yes.” Her body reaffirmed the answer with a sharp twinge of need and she struggled to keep her breath even. “Some women are double?” His look of confusion must have matched her own. And then he smiled. “Ahh…this means not dating.” Nancy swallowed heavily as he smiled. His look of delight sizzled and burned over her skin. She was in way over her head here. Nodding she took another drink and welcomed the rush of heat and desire, the heady promise. The wine and the man before her were the most exciting things to happen to her in a long time. M’ike told himself to be patient as he watched the woman sitting across from him. Pulsing through his body were the warring vibrations of frustration and heady excitement. He could feel his cock grow and twitch as reality dawned crisp and clear… After months of searching he’d finally found a female candidate for claiming. He’d been on this planet for several months, searching for a very special woman. One built to handle his size and passion, one with at least a small amount of psychic ability, whose sensual needs would blossom with a few sips of Passionflower wine. He needed to find an Earth female whose mental strength and passionate nature would match his. Up to this point the search had been futile. Growing discouraged with each foray among these people, his hopes that the planet Earth would prove a fertile ground to find a mate had been dwindling fast. Many of the women were fragile creatures, small in stature, without the necessary mental and physical strength to mate with a warrior of Lah’cee’Vus. He knew it had been done before, but he’d not been able to see how. He’d found women who met the physical requirements, but not the mental. Or if those necessary traits existed, then the Passionflower wine didn’t work to enhance their sensual hunger. But it seemed the woman before him was a good possibility. Physically beautiful, with long dark brown hair and large green eyes, her body’s curves enticed him to spend long hours in concentrated exploration. She had the bone structure to withstand his physical demands and her mental signature appeared strong and open to psychic schooling. One touch of her small hand cradled within his and his skin ached for more contact. Her aura throbbed with desire and need as it yielded to the erotic enhancement of Passionflower wine. She’d passed his initial personal requirements and many of the necessary tests. The small glimpse he had of her memories and personality assured him she would be a very loving woman if he could capture her heart as well as her body. 160

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He was sure this woman, this NanCee, would make a fine mate. But his translator didn’t seem to be working. He worried if she would understand him well enough to accept an invitation to his ship. If she didn’t understand his words, the required acceptance couldn’t be given. And she must agree. The laws of his people forbid taking women who weren’t given a choice. All he needed to do was get her to say yes—of course, once he had her on board his ship he never had to let her go. And it would be too late for her to change her mind. So if talking wouldn’t work, he would have to try something else.

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Chapter Two Music started in the next room and Mike smiled at her. “Do they have shimmying in the other space?” Translation came easier this time. Maybe it was the wine. He wanted to dance with her. The thought of being in his arms, of having her body pressed tight against his hard length, sent a flash of desire through her so intense she clenched her teeth together to keep from gasping out loud. Looking for liquid courage, she tipped her wine glass back and emptied it in one gulp. As he stood beside her with his hand held out in invitation, she realized taking that last big swallow had been a mistake. The wine went to her head and when she touched him, heat started where his hand enveloped hers and shot through her body to pool between her thighs. Biting back a groan of frustration, she told herself to get a grip. Mike pulled her to her feet and led her into the adjacent room and onto the dance floor. Sending up a prayer of thanks to the music gods for the slow song the band was currently crooning, she relaxed when he wrapped her in his arms and the music’s dark beat became a slow, sensuous temptation to slide her body against his. They fit perfectly together. Her lips rested just below his collarbone, the soft contours of her stomach became the perfect nest for his… Not going there! She needed to focus, concentrate on keeping her body still if she didn’t want to fuel the already ravenous fire in her blood. This was just a dance, not a public sex act, for Pete’s sake! The minute he moved against her she felt the press of his chest against her sensitive breasts and the growing bulge between his legs—concentration and good intentions were shot to hell. This time Nancy couldn’t hold her shocked gasp of arousal in check. Mike pulled her closer and bent his head to nuzzle against her ear. “Ummmm. It feels so good, this pleasure as our bodies touch and tease. Yes?” He slid one hand down her back and rested it just above her ass. She could feel him spread his fingers, his large hand cupping a full cheek as he drew her hips against him. She meant to pull back, meant to deny and chastise Mike for his flagrantly sexual comment and actions. But the hard evidence of his arousal pushing against her combined with the teasing caress of his mouth at her ear, and all thought of what he shouldn’t be doing fled with the onslaught of rising sensations. Immediately she decided to shift the boundaries of what she’d always found acceptable for a first date. Her inner voice clamored that it wasn’t a first date and she gleefully silenced its nagging. She’d much rather pay attention to how Mike’s mouth

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was moving slowly down to touch her neck. In mindless supplication she arched into him as he opened his lips to tease the sensitive skin with his tongue. He bent his elbow and drew their joined hands to his chest, turning her just a little to one side so he could slide their hands between their bodies…and rub the back of his fingers over her covered nipple. Ohgodohgod. She knew she should make him stop. For no other reason than they were on a dance floor where others might see them. And she would. Soon. She could feel her nipple tighten into a hard nub against the rake of his fingers over her beaded top. The sweet temptation fueled her already wine-drenched senses and her heart beat faster. “More,” she whispered in broken demand. The small croak shocked some sense into her and she tried to pull back. With ease he held her captive and licked his way back to her ear. He murmured, “Let me take you back to my ship.” “Ship? What ship? I don’t think… No…I…can’t,” she gasped as his teeth closed over her earlobe. Her body raged at her for the expressed denial of his invitation. It wanted to go play. Her nipples were not happy, but her mind still remembered she shouldn’t pick up strangers. At her protest he didn’t stop dancing or hesitate for a second in dispensing sensual torture. The erotic shifting of his hips and the press of one hand on her backside added another layer as her mind whirled and fell into the overwhelming physical sensations. Her body didn’t hesitate to move with him, in fact she silently begged him to continue. When the music changed to a much faster beat, he straightened a little. He’d somehow managed to maneuver them to the front of one of the privacy booths lining the back wall. Looking down at it, she was shocked to see her purse and their wine glasses with the Passionflower wine bottle sitting on the table. “You won’t go to my ship. I thought this would give us solitary confinement.” Nancy didn’t even blink this time at his strange use of the English language. She wouldn’t leave with him, so somehow he’d arranged to have their things moved to the privacy booth. A space where curtains could be drawn around the table and no one would bother them while they got to know one another. She would be safe and yet somewhat alone with him. The question in her mind wasn’t when and how he’d managed to arrange everything while they were on the dance floor, it was could she do this? Her body screamed the answer for her as his hand went to the small of her back in a gliding caress. Yes! Sliding into the booth she tried to think while he pulled the curtain shut and scooted in close to her. What am I doing? Struggling to regain focus and come up with something to say, she took the glass of wine he handed her and took a sip. Then pushed the concerns aside as she tried another, letting the addicting awareness and warmth spread along every inch of her skin.

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Talking seemed unnecessary as she watched in wide-eyed wonder as he set her glass on the table and dipped one large finger into his own glass. He brought his hand up to her mouth to brush the liquid across her lips. The cool wine tingled, the fragrance sweet and inviting as her mouth watered and her lips ached for more of his touch. Bending his head to her, he let the whisper of his breath tease along her skin. “The blush of the wine is the same perfect color of your lips.” For one moment she wondered how he could see the color of her lips when the lights were so dim. Then the world narrowed to the lush promise of his mouth. To say he kissed her would be a pale reflection of how he used lips and tongue and teeth to transport her to another world. A world where nothing existed but the pleasure he created. Closing her eyes, she lost herself in the onslaught of sensation, in the texture and taste of him. Her hands sought and found the cool silk of his hair and she clutched the strands to hold him to her. Moving against him, she turned in the seat and opened her mouth so she could drown in the spicy cinnamon flavor of his taste and enjoy the hard press of his body against her side. Just a few minutes more, she thought. I just want a few minutes more and then I’ll stop this madness. Using one hand on the back of her neck, Mike held her still. His tongue speared into her mouth, slipping over her teeth to slide and flicker, hinting at other things he could do with both tongue and body. His free hand brushed over the bare skin of her arm to her waist and moving slowly, he worked his fingers just under the bottom of her blouse to lightly stroke her stomach. Long moments later, she whimpered when he drew back. Fluttering her eyes open, she sighed in deep satisfaction when he dipped his finger once again into his glass. She felt the tingling wine on her skin as he painted a cool track down her neck and across the exposed area of her chest to the deep V of her cleavage. She could feel the liquid run beneath her blouse and pool between her breasts. The wet path seemed to throb and burn with electric sensation. Arching her back she lightly pulled on the hair she still held tight in her hands, physically begging for the attention she knew was coming. As he bent to lick and lave his way over her sensitized skin she squirmed in mounting frustration. Mindlessly her body worked without success to give him better access and somehow assuage the avid inferno running throughout her body. Mike kept sliding his tongue between the swollen mounds of her breasts, trying to get to the wine between them. Groaning in frustration, her hands tugged against him when he didn’t maneuver well enough to lick her clean. “Easy, my na’a. I’ll take care of you.” Barely registering the use of his strange endearment or his promise of satisfaction, she felt his hands move around her waist. She couldn’t help yelping in surprise as he lifted her in one easy move to set her in front of him. In blind shock her hands went to his shoulders for support. Opening her eyes, she looked down to realize she was now sitting on the table with her legs open and arranged on either side of him. Struggling to close her legs, she bit her lip and glanced

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worriedly at the curtain, imagining the people beyond. She would be mortified if someone saw them. Using his chest, Mike blocked Nancy’s attempt to close her knees. He leaned into her and used his hands at her waist to pull her toward the end of the table. She started to protest what he’d done, her voice refusing to work when she saw that his face was now even with her breasts. The rapt fascination in his gaze kept her from protesting further as he slowly moved his hands up to run his fingers over the exposed skin above her blouse. He made quick work of the buttons down the front and before she could form a word of denial, he’d spread the fabric open to reveal her black bra straining to contain her abundant chest. “Don’t, Mike. The people, lights. Too fat.” Locking his gaze with hers he shook his head, “Beautiful, wonderful, glorious breasts. All mine. No one will interfere. Not enough light.” Giggling a little nervously, she wasn’t sure if the language failed him, or if, like her, he was incapable of complete sentences. Before she could say anything, he reached out to touch her with the tip of his tongue. Sucking in a gulp of air, she pressed her lips together, trying to stop any sound she might make as he leaned in to lave the damp trail of wine between her breasts with his tongue. Shifting his hands to cup her, he pressed her large globes together and started flicking his thumbs over the lace fabric covering her distended nipples. “Oh, yes, Mike, yes.” Throwing her head back, she hissed as his hands continued to shape and play over her. His whispered endearments were hot and moist against her skin when he wasn’t exploring her curves with his mouth. The murmured words sent rippling contractions to her core. “So soft, filling my big hands. Made for me.” Feeling a tug on her bra, she leaned in and started panting when his fingers slipped between the fabric and her flesh. Pulling the cloth down to rest underneath her breasts, he arranged the fabric to push them up and out. She was completely exposed. “Mike!” Her protest was weak, more supplication than complaint. Her mind easily silenced by her body’s demanding and growing addiction to his touch and attention. “I love your nipples,” he murmured against the curve of her breast. She felt the wet slide of the wine and the rough texture of his fingers as he started decorating her nipples with its stimulating essence. The liquid seemed to catch fire there. The added scrape of his fingers ignited a desperate burning need she would just about kill to see quenched. It was easy to forget she was sitting on a table beside a crowded dance floor. Moaning loudly, she didn’t care if the entire town watched her at this point. When his mouth touched her this time she felt as if she would explode. Moving her hands to his head, once again she tangled her fingers in the long length of his hair and

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held him to her. Her touch lost its gentle glide and she tugged his hair in anxious demand. Mike moved his tongue back and forth over her nipple, licking and laving in frantic bursts as she shuddered, rocking her hips in a silent plea for more. He opened his mouth over her and sucked the turgid bead into his mouth, drawing her deep. At the same time his hands slid down her thighs and back up as he pushed the material of her skirt higher. When he reached the top he moved one hand inward to brush his thumb over the damp silk hiding her center. Nancy whimpered in senseless yearning. “Please,” she gasped. “Oh, God…please more.” Her throaty entreaty seemed to trigger something within him. Ripping the small piece of fabric away as if it were paper, he sat back from her. “Nooooo,” Nancy wailed in frustration and agony as she slumped backward onto her elbows, resting them on the table. Opening her eyes to look at him, she found his burning gaze raking over her body. Looking down at herself, she imagined what he saw. Open blouse, the bra pressing under her breasts, her nipples swollen and wet from his mouth. Her legs were spread wide with her skirt pushed up to expose her damp pussy. Feeling her body thrum with interrupted desire, her innate shyness kicked in and she moved to cover herself from his gaze. “Don’t!” he growled as he stopped her from pulling her legs together with the shift of his body. One hand settled on her stomach to hold her in place while he reached for the glass of wine. Her heartbeat jumped in apprehension when he held the glass to her lips. She shook her head, thinking to refuse him. He held the glass before her until she smelled the fruity spice of the wine and her mouth watered. What would one tiny sip hurt? As she swallowed the large amount he poured into her mouth, she reveled in the spreading zing she now associated with the Passionflower wine. Beneath half-closed eyelids she saw Mike take a drink and hold the wine in his mouth. Holding her breath, she watched intently as he moved both hands to her hips and lifted her ass off the table…and bent to place his mouth over her center. The warm caress of his mouth combined with the trickle of cool wine over her exposed flesh as he released the fluid to run into and over her. The sensations focused her attention and turned her into a mindless supplicant, pushing all thoughts out of her head of what lay beyond the curtain. Collapsing under the barrage of feelings, she fell onto her back on the table and stretched her arms over her head to find the edge and hold on. Bowing her body she felt him wrap his fingers around her ankles and move her feet on top of the table so she could drop her knees down and fully expose herself to his assault. Licking her from back to front, he circled her clit and fluttered his tongue over the hardened nub. Nancy thrashed her head back and forth, keening through the tidal wave of pleasure, “Ohgodohgodohgodyeeessssss!” The wet heat of his mouth ignited the wine’s sensual properties and the erotic glide of his tongue drove her insane.

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Clenching her jaw tight, her entire body poised on an astonishing threshold—she wanted to scream and release some of the sensual tension. But a tiny piece of her brain reminded her of where she was, of the people just beyond the curtain. People who would be able to open the curtain and see her spread almost naked on the table, arranged with a blond god between her thighs—his entire focus centered on feasting on her flesh. The music was loud but if she shrieked through her orgasm she knew she’d be heard. The danger of discovery added a secret thrill she’d never before imagined and heightened her arousal. She was so close…so damn close. “Don’tstoppleasedon’tstopdon’tstop.” Every nerve ending in her body was involved in the race toward completion. She would kill before she let him leave her like this, so begging was certainly justified. She felt his hand move up over her stomach to her breast and he added the pinch of his fingers twisting and pulling her nipple to the insanity created by his tongue. Moving his mouth away before she had a chance to protest, he replaced it with a finger. Gently he pushed into her quivering flesh. The finger was big, thick…but not enough. “Please.” Her cries died as he rose over her and grabbed her by the hair to tilt her head back so he could bury his face in the side of her neck. Pressing his covered cock into her thigh, he rocked his hand against her clit and groaned into her ear “You are so tight, na’a. It will take days for me to prepare you for my cocks. I’ll need to make you come with my mouth and hands many times before you can hold my thickness. Let me take you to my ship. Naked. Both of us…someday to pound my cocks into you. Pleasure you for hours without stopping. Please? Just say yes.” Mike nibbled his way down her throat to her breast. He pulled her nipple into his mouth and bit lightly. With the increasing carnal demands of her body, she ignored his use of the words days and cocks. Her mind dismissed the plural forms, as she’d already established how difficult speaking English was for him. It was harder to dismiss the picture in her mind of days spent just like this. His growled request blended with the suckling mouth on her nipple and the unrelenting slide of his finger in her cunt. In. Out. Slowly, oh-so slowly he moved his thumb to flicker over her clit as he finger fucked her. Before she knew the end was near, the climax burst through her body, exploding in an almost violent seizure within every nerve. She screamed, “Yesssss!” and Mike covered her mouth with his as lights burst all around them. And then everything went black. M’ike looked down at his sleeping mate. Mentally verifying with Za’ne that his comrade heard both the question, and NanCee’s answer to his ritual query—the moment she screamed “Yes!”—he’d telepathically transmitted her to the waiting air shuttle. Was the yes in answer to his asking her to come back to his ship, or a response to the climax he’d given her? It didn’t matter either way—she’d said the word after he asked the question, and now she was his.

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As soon as she woke from her transfer-induced sleep, her training could begin.

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Chapter Three Holy hell…she had the mother of all headaches. The combination of the Passionflower wine and the intense…orgasm… Oh! Oh, no! Last night’s excesses and her uncharacteristic behavior flashed in vibrant detail across the pounding neurons of her mind and she groaned. She could feel her body blush as she replayed the evening’s events in teeny-tiny detail. She mentally scrambled to remember what had happened after she screamed loud enough for the entire room at the club to hear. Everything leading up to her Big O moment was etched crystal clear on her psyche, but the events after her screaming orgasm were a complete blank. Shifting on the soft, warm mattress, she decided it felt as if she were lying on smooth satin. Or slick skin. Oh, dear God! She didn’t have satin sheets. But she couldn’t have…she wouldn’t… Would I? The last thing she remembered was Mike begging her to go back to his…ship. And in the middle of his request her body shattered in cataclysmic reaction to his hand and mouth—and she’d screamed one word. Yes. He couldn’t have thought she meant— But he wouldn’t have known where she lived to take her home— Hopefully he hadn’t left her lying naked on the table— Obviously she’d been unconscious, so he could have just dumped her at the local hospital— Her mind ran in circles. How embarrassed would she be if he’d left her with orgasm overdose at a hospital? That would be much worse than waking up to find he’d taken her home with him. It didn’t feel like she was lying in a hospital bed. Before she panicked she needed to know where she was…exactly. But she couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes and remove the niggling questions. Moving a little confirmed part of her situation and she realized she needed something else. Clothes. She was naked and sprawled across a hard body. Oh, please let this body be Mike. The crazed notion that she’d thrown out all her inhibitions, let Mike finger fuck her on a table in the middle of a goddamn room full of people and then gone home with someone else, scared the crap out of her. Slut puppy. Shut up, subconscious. One sexual binge in ten years of life does not a slut puppy make. Unless the wine had numbed her beyond imagining, she was pretty sure it was only once…so technically that meant she wasn’t a slut puppy. Right? 169

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“It’s all correct, M’ala, NanCee.” The soft rumble of noise below her ear confirmed her suspicions beyond avoidance. Yes, she was draped naked over Mike’s chest. It was time to panic and somehow extricate herself from this awkward situation. She ignored the fact that the man had just spoken to her in some language she’d never heard before and she understood almost every word. He called her some strange name and somehow her brain substituted right for correct…but she got the picture. And either he’d read her mind or guessed her discomfort. Maybe he was just being nice? It didn’t make her feel any better when he smoothed his hand from the top of her head along her very naked body to her hip, murmuring soft words. Words that sounded an awful lot like mate and planet and training. The awe-inspiring climax must have twisted the connections in her brain. So. The question of the moment seemed to be whether she could open her eyes and deal with removing herself from this stranger’s arms. She did not need the intrusive nagging of her conscience as it reminded her that this stranger had more intimate knowledge of her body than anyone else she’d ever known. “You are not going anywhere, M’ala. If you would but open your eyes, I could start your training. I grow impatient for the day when you will be able to mate with me. I am having a hard time keeping my cocks from your body. I would not hurt you.” Okay. Fantasy lover has just burst any dream of getting through this morning-after with a modicum of sanity. Nancy cracked open one eye and glared at the dark nipple on the naked chest below her. Refusing to be distracted by the sight of tan rippling muscle and the hairless expanse of skin under her cheek, she positioned her hands on that warm flesh and pushed her body up enough so she could glare at him. Eye to eye. “What in the hell are you talking about? And where in the hell have you taken me? Don’t think just because I let you…well, you know what you did…don’t think that means I’ve—” She stopped her tirade, not because she’d run out of words, but because he put a finger over her lips for silence. And because she caught a glimpse out the window beside the bed at what was on the other side of the glass. Forgetting her nakedness, she scrambled over the top of Mike and pressed her nose to the window. It was cold. A chill ran down her spine, not from the cold pane of glass, but from the view of the planet and stars laid out before her. “That looks like Earth.” Her tone of voice clearly indicated she wanted him to correct her. “It is Earth.” The man did not know what was good for him. She tried again. “Soooo. This isn’t a real window, but some type of painting. A very realistic painting that is supposed to look like we are in space above—” “We are currently orbiting your Earth.”

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“Orbiting?” Great. Her one sexual experience in a decade and she picked a hunky looking man with a bunch of loose screws. “I am not put together with screws. I am flesh and blood as you are. We are both humanoid. There are just a few disproportions in my structure, but with time…you will be able to mate with me and birth pods of my children.” “Awk!” Nancy spun around and her gaze went to his lap. Where she noticed he still had his pants on…but there was a very large bulge… Disproportions—disparity— differences. Surely he was just talking about size. Cocks. Several times he’d used the word cocks. Not cock. And what the hell did he mean when he said pods? Quickly discarding anything she wasn’t able to deal with, she pounced on something else she’d noticed. “You’re reading my mind.” “Yes.” “And what am I thinking right now?” Nancy glared at him. Tried to focus her thoughts on hurting him, but she kept getting distracted by the glint of light on his pecs, the dark blond trail of hair just below his belly button that disappeared at the edge of his pants…the gigantic bulge that she swore she could see throbbing— “I did not put nails in your drink. You have an untidy heap of contemplations. You think you want to do violence on my body and are wondering where you are. The most motivating fascinations in your mind are those where you are in suspense to see me naked. But that will have to wait. I need to get you to the training room, to make your body acceptable to me.” Nails in her drink? Oh! One of those untidy contemplations had been wondering if he’d spiked her drink. The man was clearly a fruitcake. Unfortunately his nuttiness didn’t stop her from wanting to see him naked. She just wished he would stop talking about training, she expected a choke collar and chain to appear any moment. Nancy squealed as Mike laughed and stood up. In one smooth motion he bent to gather her in his arms, then he turned and strode out of the room she hadn’t even looked at. She beat at his shoulders with her hand, trying ineffectively to get him to put her down. Within seconds they’d left his room through a door that slid open without any movement from him, walked down a short hall and through a metal door that also moved on its own. She swore she could hear the theme music from The Twilight Zone playing in the background. Before she could blink, she was strapped to a table in what looked like a very technologically advanced lab. Swallowing heavily, she decided this was much worse than the imagined doggy collar. “What are you doing?” Her voice rose loud and shrill. M’ike turned to look at his NanCee, lying naked and spread before him. Her large breasts were tipped with pretty pink nipples puckered and tight with excitement, fear, or the colder air in the lab. Frowning he reached out to adjust the temperature control on the panel in front of him and then continued his perusal of his mate.

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Her skin was pale, like the rare stones from the planet Nia. The soft mound of her belly enticed him and he tamped down the desire to mold and sculpt every inch of her flesh with his hands and mouth. First he needed to prepare her. With deep satisfaction he noted her hips were wide enough to take his body and cradle his massive girth. His gaze caught and held on the small strip of dark brown curls covering her mound. Unable to resist, he reached out a finger to test their silkiness. They were as soft as he remembered from the night before. At NanCee’s gasp, he raised eyes to hers. Her beautiful bright green gaze was furious. But a quick glance at the control panel assured him she was also slightly aroused. Well, he could answer her questions and increase her arousal at the same time. “My name is not Mike. It is M’ike. With the translator I have gifted you with, you should now be able to hear the difference. You are on my ship, called the Dee’ca’dunce, it is my home when I am away from the planet Lah’cee’Vus.” “Decadence, your ship is named decadence? Gifted me? Are you talking about putting some kind of a device in my head? Obviously, since I can’t understand most of what you’re saying, the thing is not working. And what do you mean you are from lascivious?” He let her rant, paying little attention to her stream of verbal abuse. Distracted by her mental conflict with his words, NanCee did not seem to notice when he picked up a large jar of Passionflower cream. Filling his hands with the silky emulsion, he began rubbing it into her body. He started with her breasts, knowing how sensitive they were…and he hoped it wouldn’t take long for the potion to work its magic. The Passionflower’s properties only affected a small percentage of individuals who were already attracted to each other. Last night he had used the diluted wine to make sure his chosen woman would be open to both him and the small flower’s properties. Her vulnerability to its influence would ensure his ability to make this woman his mate. The cream was much stronger than the wine, but it still wouldn’t generate passion and cravings in a person unless a flare of attraction existed between them. And whether NanCee liked it or not, she was attracted to him. In her mind he could see the battle raging, he could feel her refusal to just give in to her body’s needs and enjoy her time with him. Of course she hadn’t yet realized how that time would now extend for the rest of her life. Reading her memories, he felt a rush of pride over what he found. She’d had few joys over the last few years, yet he could still see times when she managed to laugh. Usually at herself. He frowned at that, finding no humor, only delight in her body. As she twisted and pressed her body instinctively into his hands, he avidly watched the monitors for heightened signs of desire and noticed her breathing increase. He’d coated her body with the lotion, now it was time to get her to ingest more of the wine. “Your throat is arid. Here, my na’a, have something to drink.”

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Funny how translating his weird usage of the English language became easier each time he opened his mouth. Her throat was parched. The weird thing about his misuse of simple words was her subconscious telling her he wasn’t speaking English, and the problem understanding him centered in her translator devise. If she believed her own mental warnings she’d go crazy, so she refused to even acknowledge those quiet urgings. Absently taking a sip of the liquid he pressed on her, she thought about her situation. As if the visual reminders of her circumstances weren’t enough. She was bare-assed naked and attached to a table on an alien spaceship. Drinking more of the damn wine that got her into this mess in the first place, the liquid burned through every cell with a scorching fire that turned her into a nymphomaniac. Never again would she worry about staying home and reading books in bed. Home was good. Solitude even better. In fact, if she ever made it home she decided she would lock herself in her little house and never come out again. A grocery delivery service and online bookstore would take care of all her needs. The dumb little voice in her head pointed out that not all her needs could be satisfied that way. It was hot in the little lab room. Really hot. Her skin seemed to crawl and dance to every movement M’ike made. “Not Myke, Mah-eek.” “Whatever. Stay out of my head, Mah-eek. Untie me and quit giving me Passionflower wine, haven’t you heard of water?” “I cannot unbind you. Of course I’ve heard of water. Lah’cee’Vus is a world full of the material. In fact, when your training is done I will need to mount you with an inside breathing devise. But water won’t help me in your training.” Oh, good lord. The visual accompanying his words nearly sent her into hysterics. Choking on her laughter she sputtered, “Fit. You need to fit me with a—wait a minute! I am not going anywhere lascivious with you. I don’t need a breathing thingy added to my body and I am not being trained for anything.” Nancy watched intently as he managed to ignore her screaming denials while he fiddled with some knobs on the nearby panels and muttered something about adjusting her transformation. She knew he meant translator, but still she kept a very close eye on the man. If she were honest with herself, it wasn’t a hard job. He was either nut house material or an alien. She hadn’t decided which one yet, but either way he epitomized the word hot. Watching long golden hair brushing the top of his tight ass when he turned his back to her, or the washboard glory of his stomach when he faced her, made her itch to touch him. While she couldn’t exactly read his mind, she kept getting flashes of what she assumed were his memories and emotions. She could actually see Lah’cee’Vus. Small,

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green island outcroppings dotted an endless turquoise expanse of water. Caverns below the surface were filled with strange furniture and people. She felt an emotional connection between them. Recognized a deep loneliness and the newfound hope that he’d found his mate. Found her. She wrenched her mind away from his when she realized her empathetic nature had her yearning to hold him. To tell him everything would be okay, she was here. It was easier to just look at his body. Her perusal of his assets stopped when she caught sight of something that looked uncomfortably like a large dildo in his hands.

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Chapter Four “What in the hell is that and what do you think you’re going to do with it?” Looking at her with a puzzled expression, he swung the large cock-shaped tube around and pointed it at her. “Have you not been paying attention to my words? I am going to train you. Your body is so small, so tight. Taking my cocks will be uncomfortable for you if I don’t stretch you first.” No more could she ignore his use of the plural. “Wait. Just wait a minute here. Humans have only one cock. Is the translator not working correctly or do you really have two of the things? And if you do—let me tell you this isn’t going to work, I don’t care how much stretching you do, I’m not made—” “Don’t worry, na’a. It has been done before, and it will work. You have two entrances to your body and mine is made to fit both.” As his hands moved to the top of his pants she struggled against her bonds, on the off chance that he wasn’t crazy she did not want to see this. Too late. Her mind warred with the compulsion to close her eyes, but her lids wouldn’t move. Standing naked in front of her, his astronomical cock bobbing in all its glory, she noticed a smaller version directly underneath. In shock she realized what he was talking about. “The smaller one is called a “schlong” or small cock and needs to be buried within your body for the seeds of life to be released and sent to the larger cock. If you are not in heat, or we only have time for a fastie, then I will enter you from behind and the schlong will rub against the outside of your body and tickle your pleasure button. We can also do this as a form of birth control when you’ve just birthed a pod.” Unable to utter a word, she tried desperately to focus on what he was saying and not the erotic if somewhat scary vision. Licking her suddenly dry lips, her eyes widened at the straining sight before her. Oh, my God! She didn’t think she could put two hands around his girth, and the big one had to be at least a foot long. Whimpering, she tried unsuccessfully to push away the mental picture of her on her knees, with M’ike pumping his hips while his very large cock split her in half and his schlong rubbed her clit for a quickie. Her mind stuck on only one thing. Stay away from me. He wasn’t going to be touching her with that…that tree limb of a cock. And if he thought he was going to stick his schlong up her ass so he could make babies? Well. What the hell did he mean by pod? Never mind. Not in this lifetime. Mumbling why me? She was stunned when all of a sudden a window opened up into his mind. What she saw infuriated her so much she didn’t question how she got her

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answer. “You want me to believe that as an alien from another planet, you’ve chosen me to be your mate on the strength of a susceptibility to Passionflower wine and the fact that I’m a large boned women who…what? Has enough meat on these large bones that I won’t break when you fuck me? I am not amused.” “Do not forget that observably you have some psychic capacity.” “Screw psychic abilities. Take me home.” Jerking against the straps holding her to the table, Nancy could feel her heart thud in her chest and sweat break out across her forehead. This is not happening to me! She could feel the cream he’d rubbed into her body start to tingle and burn. Oh, jeez. Not now. She did not want her body to react to what he was planning to do to her. “You don’t understand, my na’a. You are my mate. I feel your fear and improbability. But I also have seen your memories. You have been alone. Sad. You never have to be this way again. I will take you to my home where my family will welcome you. We will have lots of children who will cherish you as I do already. You will never be alone again. To do this, I must resize you.” His words were more seductive than what he’d been doing to her body. She wanted to curl up and let him take her home with him. Which was just insane. She didn’t want to be resized. Not unless he was taking about taking inches off her hips. She didn’t think that’s what he meant. As she fought her response to the picture he painted of an idyllic alien life, she kept her gaze glued to his every action. Kept her eyes away from his cocks. Her mouth dropped open as he scooped up cream to rub up and down the dildo. Like a buzzing in her brain, she could hear snippets of his thoughts and feel his urgency grow as he prepared the flexible dildo with a deadening cream to stop any pain she might experience as he inserted the first of many training devices. She found the information that each one was made out of some sort of material that would expand with her own secretions…stretching her passage until it would need to be replaced with a larger dildo until she was big enough to accept him. He was prepared to take weeks training her. Oh, hell no! With her body strapped to the table, all M’ike had to do to position her was flick a switch. The motion caused a little whirring noise and she found her legs being drawn apart and her knees slightly bent. One hand holding the offending dildo, he used his free hand to dip into what she knew from his thoughts was Passionflower cream. This cream was stronger than the wine, meant to raise her sensual need to a breaking point. Through their mental connection she felt his resolution and desperate need to make her ready for him. Shared his delight as he spread the Passionflower cream all over her pussy, all while he monitored the electronic display to see her desire rise. And it rose. High and fast, she could feel all her body’s resources locked on the area between her legs. Her emotions became tangled up in his. She could feel how proud he was of her life, that he thought her not only beautiful but also strong and caring. She

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knew he’d scoured her mind for information on her likes and dislikes. He was already trying to figure out how to get a steady supply of chocolate delivered to his planet for her monthly cravings. Wasn’t that sweet? No! With her body and mind at war, it irritated her that she couldn’t move to fight him or stop her body’s hungry reactions to his ministrations. Her cries turn to mewling sobs as he bent over to lick the cream from her slit. He slid the first dildo carefully inside her tight channel. It was tight. Burned a little. He hooked the dildo up to one of the machines and it started to pulse within her. She hated the fact that she loved this. Fought not to give in to the consuming pleasure. Oh, my hell, that felt good. Tears of frustration rolled down her cheek. M’ike didn’t say anything. But he moved to stand beside her, smoothed her tears away with the gentle stroke of one finger and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. His concern only made the situation worse. Nancy squinted up at the overhead light and wondered how long she’d been in the lab. Long enough she’d lost track of time. Here day blended into night, punctuated only by her cries of passion or her whimpering when M’ike kept her poised on the edge of release. She’d changed from a person who lived for mental pursuits, to one whose reason for being revolved around orgasms. Her life consisted of pulsing electrodes attached to her nipples and clit while she waited in aching expectation for each training session…thrived on the times when her juices expanded each dildo to capacity so he’d have to replace it with a larger one. Now instead of begging him to take her home, she demanded more. The doors opened. Nancy knew it was M’ike. There to feed her passion fruit from his hand and help her drink Passionflower wine before he played with her body. Idly she wondered if this might be a new diet, she thought she might be losing weight. M’ike exclaimed in horror after hearing her thoughts, “No! I will have to prepare something else for you to eat if you are smaller. I will not allow you to shrink. You need to keep what size you have and attach more. If you are less, I could smash you.” “Very funny, M’ike. Just when I think there might be a silver lining to this training thing, you want to fatten me up.” It no longer alarmed her that she knew what he was thinking. Could feel his body burn for her. His mind and soul constantly touched hers, eager to have her turn to him with more than lust. And still she knew he worried that the connection wasn’t deep enough. Strong enough. That she held something back. She had to fight to keep from promising her undying love. Those were his thoughts, not hers. “Let me go, M’ike. Please.” “I can’t, M’ala. You complete me. Are mine to love and cherish.” “This doesn’t seem like cherishing.”

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“I know it seems harsh, but without the training I would hurt you physically when we come together.” He seemed intent on ignoring what she meant. She wanted to leave. Not just the lab, but also the ship. If she didn’t leave soon, she wouldn’t want to go. His next words refocused her attention. “Ah, my na’a. You are stretching and soon will be able to take my size. Now we must prepare you for the times of joining. I need to make sure you will not pass into unconsciousness halfway through our physical mating.” Warily she met his gaze. “What are you talking about? What more could you do to me?” “I have only begun, M’ala. You must be conditioned to keep from reaching orgasm for many hours at a time. As a warrior of my planet, it will take me much time to come to peak, especially when my schlong is buried within you. It must reach a very high temperature before it allows the seeds of life to burst from my body. If you climaxed right away…or too many times before I could reach the summit of my pleasure, then you would become in a coma. And what fun would there be in this?” “Did you just say hours?” Hell, it didn’t take her five minutes to go screaming over the edge of passion each time he so much as walked into the room. Her body had been conditioned to peak in his presence. Now he wanted her to develop some control? “Yes, many hours. We will start now. I have reprogrammed the electrodes on your body that keep your juices flowing and your body pulsing with need. Now they will allow you to get excited, to get close to your screaming time, but then they will help you back off.” As M’ike said this, NanCee could hear the whisper of sound that meant the door to the chamber had opened. Someone else was in the room. Unsuccessfully she tried to turn, to see who’d come in the room. M’ike sensed her growing agitation, and motioned Za’ne into her sight. At her wide-eyed look of horror and agitated thrashing, he hurried to explain his comrade’s presence. “M’ala, you have noticed how I must exit during your training. When your cries get overly urgent and your body and your mind beg me to take you, I have to leave. My soul and physical structure have been tuned to yours, when you cry out so desperately for my cocks, I must abandon you. You haven’t been stretched enough to take my gargantuan being. I would die before hurting you, my na’a, and yet I can stand only so much. For this part of a woman’s training, it is accepted that I must bring in a comrade. Za’ne is not harmonized to your body and he will be able to resist your cries of begging passion and continue to work you into a frenzy of lust without leaving your side. And he will not allow you the solace you will seek. Unluckily, I will often have to exit from you, to keep my mind sane and my body from ruthlessly joining to yours.” Locked to her thoughts, he felt NanCee’s shock, then dismay. And finally the little spark of arousal as her body realized that his big, dark friend would also be in performance on her body. When she tried to squash the intruding thought, he used their mental connection to send her visuals of what the two of them would be doing to

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her. Together and separately they would provide more pleasure than she’d ever imagined. His biggest fear was that by doing this, she’d end up hating him. She might learn to crave his body, but would she ever love him? He reached over to hit the switch to drop the lab bed closer to the floor. It expanded in size and yet kept her bound. He moved another switch and the shackles at her wrists moved, her hands shifted away from where they’d been lying by her sides to stretch over her head. A small pillow formed under her upper back and hips. She lay spread before the two of them, legs open. Hips and chest thrust upward to make an offering of her naked flesh. Ignoring her verbal protests, he focused on her body’s building excitement. Her awareness of the two strong warriors of Lah’cee’Vus was total. She tried to keep her gaze locked with his, but her eyes kept roving over to Za’ne. As it should. It was good the other man did not repulse her, this would be the only time in her life he would be willing to share her passion. She should make the most of it. As Za’ne’s hands went to his clothing and he started to strip, his voice growled with the excitement and the words to increase NanCee’s awareness of him. Stepping to the side so that his dark friend would consume her attention, M’ike continued to monitor her thoughts and feelings. Holy shit! M’ike intends on sharing me with this…this…Oh, dear God! He is taking his clothes off. This is the man from the restaurant, the one with short dark hair who stood behind M’ike and I dismissed him from my thoughts. And now he is standing naked before me, his cocks primed and ready for action and I really don’t want—Okay, I shouldn’t want to be seeing this. Her lips started to frame the word “no” when Za’ne reached over to grab a bottle of some sort of oil and started rubbing it into his chest. The glistening liquid accented the stark beauty of his muscles; this man was a little shorter, a little broader than M’ike. He was a beautiful specimen of alien work. But she really didn’t think… Damn! His hands dropped down to rub the oil into his cock. Cocks. He stroked first one, wrapping his huge hand around its length and pumping a few times before he dropped to use his fingers on his schlong. He moved to the side of the bed, toward her head. “I won’t be digging into your pussy with these monsters. This deadening oil will make sure I remember my promise to my comrade. But I will tease your body, rub myself over every inch of your flesh, and my lips and teeth will torment you until you scream and beg for more. If your mate gives me leave, I may even see how much of your mouth will fit around my cock, maybe let you lick me like an Earth Popsicle. Do you like this idea, little pet? Can I play with your pretty nipples?” Nancy swallowed. Hard. And then turned to see M’ike’s blazing turquoise eyes focus on her. He moved to the head of the bed and pushed into Za’ne’s shoulder. “She will be licking my cock first. Put your mouth and hands to use on her sweet cunt. I have yet to have this treat and I will always be first when we train her to new pleasures,” M’ike growled at his friend.

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Then M’ike knelt on the bed beside her, bringing his hands to her nipples and rubbing his thumbs over their protruding peaks. He shifted the little electrodes off to the sides of her breast, and bent over to capture her mouth. Drawing back from the short kiss, he smiled at her when she gasped and arched into Za’ne’s light stroke over her mound. M’ike’s voice whispered over her skin in a silken caress. “Listen to me, M’ala. Your mind is heavily guarded from blending with mine. It is as if you have thick bars, and they keep me from creating a bridge between our mental synapses. Little bits and pieces of information can trickle through, but I am unable to merge with you. I must be allowed to do this, to help your body and soul during our mating. If you can’t let me in, you will be overwhelmed. I have been able to increase your skin hunger, but not to open your psyche to the possibilities. You’ve reached a sensual plateau I cannot cross alone. To help you break through these barriers, Za’ne and I will occupy your body. In the process your mind will be freed.” Before M’ike finished his speech, Nancy lost what little mind she had. She could feel Za’ne settle between her legs, his broad shoulders forcing them farther apart as he used his fingers to part her labial folds and gusts of hot air blown from his mouth teased over her flesh. Moaning in denial, in abject craving for what he would do to her, she looked down her body and saw his dark head buried between her thighs. M’ike’s blond head came down and blocked her view as he bent to her breast. His mouth started to suckle, to lave and lap with the same cadence as the man between her legs. Both men ignored her pleas for mercy, her demand for fulfillment, for release. The sensual torture was never-ending. When her voice grew hoarse, M’ike would let her drink from a cup of wine. Which may have soothed her throat, but only increased her body’s torment. Every time she got close to shuddering over the edge of pleasure, they would back off. Or someone would flip a damn switch on the machine monitoring her reactions and she would feel electrical pulses shoot through her body and somehow dampen her arousal. It was never enough to let her rest or catch her breath. And then M’ike straddled her chest. Careful not to rest his body on hers, he positioned his cock before her mouth. She wanted him. Wanted to stretch her tongue out to feel the soft, heated plum of his erection. He was too large for her to take more than the tip. But she licked and sucked and swirled around that throbbing head. Delighting in his grunting pleasure, she moaned around him at a particularly fevered onslaught on her clit from Za’ne. Pulling back, she looked up into her mate’s eyes. That thought startled her for a moment. Her mate. Just as quickly she shrugged it off. It fit. “Rise up. Please, M’ike, rise up and let me take the little one in my mouth!” she panted. He quickly obliged her, using his strong legs to lift a little higher, putting his hands in straps she hadn’t noticed hanging from the ceiling. His schlong fit in her mouth, all the way in, and she looked up at M’ike to see him take his large cock in one hand and pump along with her bobbing head. She heard him bark some command to 180

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Za’ne and then gasped around M’ike’s schlong as she felt Za’ne insert another one of those damn dildos. Za’ne slowly worked it inside her, and then pulled it out. Put it back in, using the thing to thrust in and out of her like a man’s cock. Then Za’ne must have bent over her again. She felt his mouth close over her clit, felt the flurry of his tongue as he drove her mad. Felt M’ike jerk above her and pull away from the ministrations of her mouth. “I must leave you, na’a. I must go.” She felt M’ike’s pain. Read his frustration and building jealousy. Part of him wanted to release her from her training. But this desire warred with the need to meld with her mind. Before she could open her eyes and reach out to him, the air swooshed with the sound of the lab door opening and closing. She was left alone with Za’ne. Za’ne’s hand kept working the dildo between her thighs as he shifted to crawl up the bed and slide his body along hers. With wide eyes she watched as he lowered his head to her breast, pausing to meet her gaze. “I’ve wanted to get my mouth on these nipples all night,” he murmured as he lowered his head and licked across the puckered nub. The sensual onslaught started over.

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Chapter Five Nancy didn’t know when Za’ne left, or when M’ike returned to her. She only knew when she regained consciousness her body still burned with cataclysmic frustration and M’ike was lying pressed into her side. When he reached out to stroke along her damp skin, she relaxed into his touch and raised her head for his gentle kiss. She knew from his thoughts that he’d come to release her. To give her the orgasm she craved so badly and let her go. He loved her. And she was very afraid she loved him. At that moment, the mental bridge M’ike wanted snapped into place. At his shouted cry of exultation, Nancy barely had time to acknowledge the short zip of sadness she’d felt when she thought he’d let her go. No chance of that now. He swooped over her and caught her mouth in a kiss that should have set her hair on fire. Then he pulled back, and reverently gazed into her eyes. “You are mine now. Mine to claim and cherish for all time. We can join.” He didn’t give her time to negate his comments. She wasn’t sure she could talk if she wanted to. Being fully immersed in M’ike’s mind made her dizzy. The whirlwind of impressions and thoughts focused on her. She could feel the demanding needs of his body as if it were her own. The depth of his desire for her overpowered everything. Claiming her mouth in a heated kiss, he pulled back to roll her onto her stomach. She sucked in a gasp of alarm, knowing what he was about to do. He wouldn’t fit. As he positioned her on her knees, he moved behind her to set the engorged and very sensitive head of his cock at her entrance. She knew it was sensitive because she shared his mind. Shared his thoughts and feelings. As he pushed against her, a moment of fear was immediately calmed by his mental caress. His hold on the part of her brain that would pull away was absolute. Her muscles eased, relaxing enough to let him slide slowly into her body. In. Full. So full. Tight. Heaven. She didn’t know if the thoughts were hers or his. But she was glad he’d made it. His cock stretched her, strained the tissues and filled her to overflowing. It didn’t hurt. In fact the feeling was so pleasurable, so right. So much of everything, she could barely suck in air. Then he started to move. He worked his hips, drawing back until she cried out in dismay, not wanting him to leave her. Pushed forward until she felt the sliding stroke of his schlong against the swollen folds of her clit. “Oh, God!” Lowering his mouth to her ear, he whispered one word. “Mine!” Then he moved.

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Once. Twice. After hours of sexual dissatisfaction, the third time was enough to send her screaming through an unbelievably intense orgasm. “I’ve allowed the release your body craved so much. Now prepare yourself to reach new heights as I find my happy place between your thighs.” She knew he meant paradise or something close, and that was the last coherent thought she managed. Instead she spent the next half-hour clawing and fighting her way to completion. Over and over again. Trying to hold on to some semblance of herself, knowing the only thing that kept her sane was M’ike’s mind wrapped firmly around her own. “This was a fastie!” he cried as the final explosion overtook them both and he relaxed his mental hold. Allowed her body and mind to shut down. When she regained consciousness, she stretched and purred in satisfaction. That was a quickie? The mind boggled. Before opening her eyes, she contemplated a future of world-altering passion. Oh, yeah! Her erotic haze was marred by remembered comments M’ike had made about pods. Without opening her eyes, she knew he was awake. “What did you mean when you said I would have pods of your children?” She felt his unease—watched with internal eyes as he built a brick wall around his thoughts, and instinctively followed his example with her own. “On Lah’cee’Vus we live in water. You will give birth in water. When you become pregnant, the babies inside you will be cradled in a long sack.” She interrupted him. “How many babies are we talking about?” “From five to fifteen.” Shit! I had to ask. NanCee struggled to keep still, to keep from leaping up and making a mad dash. There was nowhere to run. “After three months, your body will pass this sack into the water, my hands will lovingly receive the pod and attach it to a special shelter where it will remain for another three months. I will guard it from our enemies and other predators with my life.” Careful to reinforce the brick fortress in her mind, she started thinking Hell, no! The sex wasn’t worth it. Not even close. Fifteen children at a time and she knew he’d want her to get pregnant more than once. He’d said so. Surly no man could be worth long sacks coming out of her body. Living in water. Enemies. Predators. She was sooo out of here. But how? “You are too quiet, M’ala, and have blocked me from your thoughts.”

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Schooling her expression, Nancy finally opened her eyes to gaze into the turquoise pools looking down at her with such seriousness. She forced the muscles of her face into a carefree smile. Unable to stop herself from reaching up to run her fingers over the furrows in his forehead. “You did it first. Blocked me. Anyway, I’m just following where you lead.” Quickly she broke eye contact, dropped her hand and glanced around in desperation for something to change the subject. She wouldn’t focus on how much she wanted to run her fingers in that hair, or change his serious expression to a smile. Hello! Pods are not going to be coming out of this body. “Hey! We aren’t in the lab anymore. This is your room, isn’t it? The room you first brought me to.” She pushed her hands against his chest, wanting to sit up and look around. Behind a forced curiosity, she hid her intent to see if the window still showed Earth. It did. Big sigh of relief there. Now. How am I going to get home and away from the schlong that will be releasing M’ike’s seeds of life any day now? She convinced him to take her outside his room and show her the rest of the space ship. Made appropriate noises about all the shiny metal and doohickeys. Without seeing anything. “How did you manage to hide such a large ship when you were on Earth?” She turned fake, batty eyelashes on him. Projecting thoughts that he was so big and strong and smart. Thinking mental manipulation was surely the same no matter what planet you lived on. M’ike grinned at her and shrugged. Flexed his pectoral muscles while she did a mental eye roll. He lifted his arm up and pressed a button on the nearby wall. Behind the sliding door was a very small bubblecraft. “It’s an airship. It is invisible to your Earth radar and can be hidden from sight with a voice command.” “Oooh! How fun. Do you think you can show me how to drive it someday? I would love to take a spin in it when I’m conscious.” She reached over to run her hand up and down his chest. Twirling little circles over his nipples, she looked up and gazed soulfully into his eyes. Gag! Surely she was overdoing it. But it didn’t seem so. Quickly informing her that the ship was voice activated, easy enough even a Na’alan slime creature could run one, he scooped her into his arms and practically ran back to his room. For more sex. This time he was intent on adding the training to breach her virgin asshole, preparing her for the time when she would take his schlong into her body so his seed could… Oh my. Over and over again Nancy told herself it didn’t matter how good the sex was. How much she really liked M’ike and wished she could spend the rest of her life with him. He came with too much baggage. Multiple ex-wives from hell and adult stepchildren would be a piece of cake compared to his pod luggage. Gawk! She was even starting to think like him.

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She looked back at M’ike passed out from their last sexual marathon. His uncovered body would be engraved forever in her memory. Sticking her head into the hall, she made sure Za’ne wasn’t lurking outside the room. No sight of him. It didn’t take her long to settle into the airship. She took a moment to decide what to say and then quietly issued a command, “Take me to Earth.” The sudden swoop as the craft left the spaceship scared the crap out of her. She closed her eyes at the flash of dark space and twinkling stars. It’s the best roller coaster ride of my life, she thought as she absently wiped the tears from her eyes. I’m just tired. Almost a full week after her escape from M’ike, Nancy had to physically restrain herself from running to where she’d hidden the bubblecraft and telling it to find him. Which was stupid. M’ike was probably several solar systems away from Earth by now. And she didn’t want him. Did she? Her body did. It burned and wept and pleaded for him. Nothing worked to ease her discomfort. Her vibrator was way too small now, and her hand fell asleep before she could even get close to relief. Worse. She kept remembering little moments. Like when he wiped her tears away, worried she was too cold or told her she needed to eat more to keep her strength and body size up. Too late she realized those actions told her M’ike cared about more than just the sex and a convenient brood mare. He’d offered his love. She’d felt that when their minds had merged. Wanted to share his family with her. Instead of being a part of something, she was once again alone. Unable to tolerate clothing, she stood naked on her back porch looking up at the stars. Ignoring the tears spilling down her cheeks, she silently called to him. She needed him, needed his arms wrapped around her so badly she felt like stripping layers of skin off. She’d left him. Afraid of having multiple babies born in a pod and living in a world that wasn’t hers. She’d been a coward. “I would never let you leave, na’a. It has just taken a few days to find you. And you are not a coward.” M’ike! Her heart raced as she turned to find him standing just a few feet away from her. He’d called her na’a—my sweet pet. Not M’ala—my mate. She felt intense hurt roll off him. “I just couldn’t…” “I know, NanCee. I feel your confusion and pain as if it is my own.” He shrugged. “Maybe if you saw my world. Lived there and became comfortable with Lah’cee’Vus ways. We could wait for the children. Your childbearing years will last centuries. Whatever it takes to make you happy. I love you.”

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Centuries? Nancy chose to ignore that one. “You’d wait to have children? What if I go to your planet and can’t handle the changes?” “You are my M’ala. Here, or on my planet. If you find you cannot live on Lah’cee’Vus I would need to return to the water every few months, but I am willing to work it out. We just need to take a big supply of Earth’s birth control on the voyage.” His voice and his mind still reflected pain. That was better. That’s what she wanted. “M’ike! Oh, M’ike.” She opened her mind to him. Tore down the bricks and let him feel her joy at seeing him again. Let him see how much she missed not only his body, but the man. It was the right thing to do. “You should have shared these headaches with me. I could have helped you deal with the reality and soothed your mind,” he murmured in her ear, enveloping her in his arms. “It doesn’t matter now. What matters is you’re here and I no longer care about the rest. Just you. Here. Now. Fuck me.” She brushed her body against his in open invitation. Laughing so hard there were tears running from his eyes, M’ike scooped her up and ran into the house. The rage and sadness burning in his heart disappeared. Thank the gods Za’ne had reminded him that if he traced the shadow of their mental link, he could find her. M’ike had wanted to blast Earth out of its orbit in his hurt and anger over losing NanCee. At her gasp, he realized she’d been sharing his thoughts. Grinning wickedly into her big green eyes, he bent to kiss her before he threw her backwards onto the bed. For the first time he was able to lay his chosen M’ala on her back. Seeing her lovely dark brown hair spread across the white sheets caused his heart to ache. He stripped off his clothes and climbed over her to spread her legs with his thighs. Before he fit his body to the wet heat seeping out of her core, he covered his large cock with the largest condom made on Earth. He’d promised his NanCee they would wait to have children. It was a tight fit, but for now it would have to do. Reaching between their bodies, he used one hand to dip into her cream and used it to lubricate the tight pucker of her ass. Slowly he pressed forward, guiding his two cocks to their places inside her body. Closing his eyes he tried to stem the tears that threatened to run down his face. Paradise. Nirvana. Happy place. Oh, so happy! NanCee raised her body up to meet him, dug her heels into the mattress for leverage and wrapped her arms around his back. Scraping her fingers across his skin she impatiently urged him on. “I’m here. Now move, damn you. Fuck me, I’m going insane!”

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Lust surged within him as he bent to please her. Shaking with need, he gathered her legs up in his arms and draped her calves over his elbows. Her ripe, wet cunt clenched around him, her small anus pulled at his schlong. With a roar he pulled back, surged forward. Settled into a rhythm, intent on savoring her deliciously snug flesh and hungry body while his hands roamed over the rest of her. Bending his mind around hers, he assured her of his claim, of his love. And kept her mind locked on the pleasure he gave her. He wouldn’t let her slip into unconsciousness. A scant hour later, he arched his buttocks and forced his way deeper into her silken heat while she clamped around him, he could feel the throbbing pulse start in his schlong, heralding the hot release of his seed. Freeing his hold on her mind, he heard NanCee scream and felt her convulse in ecstasy around him as he detonated and blew through the sky with her. Their echoing cries trailed into silence. Waking first, M’ike couldn’t help but smile. His M’ala was still burning with desire for him. The longer they were together, the more her need for his body would grow, until she’d nibble off her right arm to get to him. It meant they were a faultless match. “Gnaw my right arm off and perfect match, you, you alien Neanderthal. Now do it again.” And so he did.

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About the Author Ravyn Wilde was born in Oregon and has spent several years in New Guinea and Singapore. She is married, has three children and is currently living in Utah. Ravyn is happiest when she has a book in one hand and a drink in the other—preferably sprawled on a beach! Ravyn welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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