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

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors:
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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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The door to the dome is slightly ajar. I leave it that way so I can breathe fresh air overnight. It is nice, and now that air comes and swirls around me, picking up the scent of my eager sex, no doubt. I can smell myself as I push two fingers deep into my pussy. They’re not enough. I need something thicker, something bigger, something darker and with a more primal intent.

I want to come. I want to get this energy out of me and clear my head. What I am thinking about is wrong, I know that. I was not sent to this planet to be fucked by aliens. I was not anticipating having sex for a very long time, five years at least. I am shocked at the intensity of my need and the way I responded to the alien buck’s comments. It was as though he could see through to the sexual core of me and knew exactly what I would desire.

I can hear myself, the wet sounds of my pleasure accompanying very naughty thoughts, bordering on sinful. Images of muscles and horns, silken hair and intense eyes keep flashing through my mind. I’m going to come. I’m going to find a quiet, private peak and I’m going to get over this.

My fingers rub desperately at the bud between my thighs, tight little circles, lots of pressure, pushing me toward my desperate climax. My orgasm is quiet and muted, and not as satisfying as I had hoped. I thought it might rid me of the madness of my desire, but if anything it has only intensified it. I fall asleep with my hand between my thighs, unsatisfied, but exhausted.

I wake up to the sound of someone, or something banging on my door. My first thought is for Strumpet, but when I open my eyes, she is in her indoor pen. She lets out a soft bleat, a sort of inconvenienced sound.

I can see the outline of a horned male through the dome’s relatively thin skin. It doesn’t do much to keep the light out right now in the mode it is running in, but it is surprisingly strong.

“Gruff?” I say his name almost under my breath.

I don’t think it is Gruff. He said I would go to him. He did not say he would lurk outside my dome. I don’t know him at all, of course, but it makes no sense for it to be him, though I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to a little pulse of excitement between my thighs.

I peer out of the door and discover that the male outside is not Gruff. He’s an entirely different buck. He has long black hair, and his pelt is brown and white in a sort of menacing stripe pattern.

The sounds he is making are pure animal, grunting and growling. He paws at the ground with his front foot hoof when he spies me, lifts his big hand, and crooks his finger at me, calling me out.

“Come here, little human cunt,” he growls.

He clearly doesn’t know I can understand him. Or maybe he does, and he has cosmically bad game.

“I can smell your heat. I’ll tear you up,” he growls beneath his breath. He’s at the very edge of the dome now, pressed up so close to the vents that I can smell him. Bits of hair and fur are being pressed through them as he rubs himself up against the dome, half planning to fuck that if he can’t fuck me, I guess.

His threats are crude, rough, and dangerous. It’s not like when I met the other alien buck, Gruff. Gruff was attractive, so much so that I felt my self-restraint sliding away every second I was in his presence. I don’t feel that with this buck, who also has a strong scent, but not one that attracts me. This guy just plain stinks. The smell emanating from him terrifies and repulses me. It’s like warning in the form of smell, not so much disgusting as it is scary.

“Come out, human meat. Come out and be fucked.”

“No, thank you,” I say, arming the exterior defenses. This dome might look flimsy, and that’s because it is, but there are some tricks.

There’s a howl as the creature outside puts his hands on the dome in an attempt to break his way in. Strumpet has gotten to her feet now, and she is not happy about being disturbed. She’s chewing her cud with a very concerned and annoyed expression.

“I’LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!”

I laugh. Asshole male traits are universal. Overly aggressive approach, horror and confused dismay at being rejected, followed by renewed threats. I think I am about to shoot my first alien.

I throw the door open, weapon raised, but before I can fire, the aggressive male at my door is sent flying by Gruff’s big horns coming at him like a massive, angry alien missile, head down, horns ready.



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