Bucked by the Alien – A Sci Fi Alien Romance Read Online Loki Renard

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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
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“Your doe has joined with my buck. In a matter of months, she will bear his young.”

“That’s how it usually works, yes.”

“You are not yet in season,” he says, “but in a matter of days, you too will be fertile and breedable. Then you will return to me and be mated.”

Gruff is very, uh, direct in his sexual predictions. His words seem arrogant, but I am sure they are in keeping with his experiences as, what did he call himself, the local buck? Yes.

It is hard to think while I am around him. I am having to actively work through a sexual haze. There’s a throbbing between my thighs and a certain wetness that usually only happens when I am really, really into sex. I’ve never met anyone who could make me wet just with his presence.

He’s dangerous, alright. He’s dangerous to my sanity, to my independence, and to my mission. I need to get away from him while I still can, before I am lured into some ill-advised sexual tryst.

“I. Uh. I have to go,” I tell him.

I turn and I run, half expecting him to chase after me, but he lets me escape his presence. Strumpet follows me, showing rare loyalty. She’s in very fine form, bleating and shouting her sexual conquest to the world. I, on the other hand, am desperately gulping in fresh air, clearing my head, forcing it through my body.

By the time we reach the dome, I feel sane again. I’m no longer consumed by lust and that means I can think straight.

“There’s at least one other sentient being on this world,” I tell Strumpet, thinking out loud. “And he’s hot.”

Okay, maybe the pheromones or whatever it is he dosed me with aren’t completely out of my system. Every time I think about him I feel a fresh rush of excitement. He was very, very handsome. And very wild. His horns make me think he’s native to this planet, and that the goat was his. That means this is a planet with a species very similar to our own, and with very similar livestock. It’s supposed to be uninhabited. What. The Actual Fuck. Is Going On.

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Night comes before I can answer that question to any extent. It has been a very fucking long day, going to find Strumpet and then leading her back. Goats don’t always follow nicely, at least, this one doesn’t. Strumpet will quite often simply stop mid-step and start destroying something with her goat face. That happens enough times to make sure it is almost completely dark by the time we reach home.

The nights are very long here, and I never manage to sleep all the way through them. I’m used to being up in the darkness, and often I go out for moonlit strolls, but tonight I stay indoors. I wonder if Gruff followed me. I wonder if he knows where I am. He said this area was his territory. Have I been in it all this time? That’s not all he said, either. He said soon I’d come into heat and then I’d go to him to be bred.

Those words keep running through my mind and send my hand down the front of my pants. I’d be lying to myself if I pretended that I’m not aroused by what happened out there and that I’m not excited by the prospect of an alien mate. It’s against all EET rules, but then again, my mission was supposed to be to an empty planet. How is he here? And why does he want me?

My fingers find the part of me that gives me the most pleasure. I close my eyes and imagine that he is there with me, inside my dome, standing over me. I try to conjure that alluring scent and find that my mind isn’t quite able to replicate it. I am wet. A kind of wet I haven’t been in a long time. It is a chemical slickness that makes me wonder if he didn’t slip me something more than a universal translator.

His enigmatic eyes bore into mine even in my imagination. I slide my fingers around my clit and imagine what it would be like to be touched by an alien, let alone bred by one. He is so much larger than I am, and I have to wonder if his penis would be compatible with me. Would he be too big? Would he be careful? Would he be gentle? I don’t think so. I think he would mount me and mate me as effectively as his buck mounted my not-so-innocent Strumpet. I think he would breed me, and given I have no birth control left, the implications of that are somewhat monstrous.

I imagine what it would be like to be bred by an alien, to have my pussy lips parted, my flesh impaled by an alien’s cock. I imagine those strange and compelling eyes locked on mine, his mouth locked against my lips, his flesh invading mine and imposing his alien DNA on my heated human flesh.



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