Monster Sex Stories Page 7

  Everything spun. Nausea made her retch and Lucas gripped her tightly as he hauled her back inside the house and sat her down on the low rump-sprung sofa.

  “You got mauled by a wolf. A werewolf…” she broke off, realizing how ridiculous the whole thing sounded. “What are you doing here?”

  Lucas gave her a long stare, his face impassive. “You went to Good Time Charlie’s, got totally drunk and wrecked your car. You hit a tree. I saw you and brought you home since it looked like it was all superficial injuries.”

  Disbelief filled her. “I got drunk? You brought me home?” Her fingers went to her aching head, werewolves forgotten for a moment, “What if I had had a concussion? Hell, what if I do? I could die! I think somebody drugged me! You…you…what the hell do you want anyway?”

  Lucas ran a hand through his hair, mussing it slightly and her face flamed as she recalled what the last bit of her dream had been about. Her eyes fell to his crotch and the outline of his cock: long and plump against his thigh, made heat flare into life deep inside her belly.

  “Your grandmother’s funeral.”

  The words hung between them. Layla felt her anger fade away, replaced by deep sorrow. Her head still ached but now her heart did as well. Tears welled up in her eyes and before she could stop them tears rained down her pale cheeks. Lucas reached for her but she batted his hands away, her sorrow and pain were eating through her defenses and the last thing she wanted was to touch him. She was afraid if she did she would do something really stupid, like toss herself into his arms and refuse to leave them forever.

  “Layla…”

  “Oh just leave me alone!” She cried, “You should know how to do that! You certainly did it before!”

  Lucas dragged her to her feet and though she fought him he held her close, she could hear his heartbeat, smell his cologne. His hands caressed her back and she sagged against his broad chest, letting him support her.

  When her tears dried he went to make coffee while she went to shower. An hour later she was dressed, fortified with coffee and had a large dose of concealer, an even larger hat and long sleeves to hide all of the bruises. She had looked down at her arms in the shower and the shape of the bruises there had made her knees weak because they weren’t the kind of bruises that should have shown up on someone’s arms. She had a vivid memory of the werewolf holding her down, the paws pressing right there into that flesh.

  They set off for the funeral together, Lucas driving his patrol car and her sitting silently in the passenger seat. Layla couldn’t think of anything to say to him, she kept thinking of that strangely real dream, the taste of his cock in her mouth and her eyes kept going to his crotch and then away.

  The funeral was packed; Jean had been a beloved fixture in the small town. Lucas stood at a short distance, across from her during the outdoor ceremony and she glanced up to see him staring at her, his green eyes solemn and the sardonic smile that usually lay on his mouth replaced by a pensive expression.

  Something rose in her mind; a thought that didn’t have time to coalesce then it vanished again, swallowed by more immediate things.

  After the wake was finished and she had managed to shut all of the good intentioned women out of the cottage she wandered out to the porch and sat down in an old bentwood rocker. The sea lapped gently at the shore and a soft wind had sprung up, dark clouds dotted the far horizon and she stared at them.

  “A storm is coming.” Lucas sat in the rocker next to hers without waiting for an invitation. She wanted to curse him out but she was far too exhausted.

  “It looks like it.”

  Lucas set the chair to rocking, its old runners squeaked on the wooden boards. “I really miss Jean, she was one of the best parts of my childhood.”

  She glanced at him, surprised. She had known, everyone had known, that life at the Black household was hard. Lucas’s father was a bitter man who drank too much and his mother had been a gray shadow of a woman who rarely left her home. When she did it was to go to church. Layla had never known how Lucas had managed to survive and even thrive in that environment but she had never asked and, as far as she knew, he had never discussed it either.

  He saw the look of shock on her face and smiled grimly. “I’m bringing it up because it was Jean who asked me to leave you alone after…well…look at your arms.”

  Bewilderment filled her. She looked down at her arms and back up. Lucas’s fingers were gentle as he rolled the sleeves of her dress up to reveal clear unblemished flesh.

  “That’s not possible! I had bruises, big ones!” Confusion sucked all of her words away.

  “I know. You bit me and I wasn’t sure if that would matter, typically one of us has to bite a human for the moon blood curse to occur. It seems…”

  “Wait!” Layla leaped to her feet, her face contorting with anger. “You! You …you’re a werewolf! You ran me off the fucking road, you could have killed me you bastard!” Her face went scarlet as she remembered the rest of the events that had occurred the night before and her anger grew exponentially with her shame.

  “It wasn’t my fault. Everyone in town knows there is a huge drug trafficking ring that has always used Good Time Charlie’s for its depot! The unspoken rule is decent people avoid it because the wolf clan keeps the drugs out of this town and …”

  “Wait, do you mean that everyone in town knows you’re a werewolf?’

  Lucas sat down. “This town has long been home to the wolf clans. It’s Maine, remember? We keep our business close and those from away at arm’s length. We don’t eat people, if that is what you are thinking—we worked that out a long time ago. What we do need to do is mate, especially when the moon is high.

  “Most of the women at Charlie’s know it and enjoy the wolf moons. You came walking in and all hell broke loose. You left your shoes and one of the other wolves was chasing you, I had to get to you first. You running off the road was not entirely my fault. I thought you would stop.”

  “Stop?” Indignation filled her voice. “When a beast is on my hood you expect me to stop?”

  “Beast?” The amusement was up front and center. She wanted to smack the grin right off of his face but another thought hit her just then.

  “Am I…did biting you make me a werewolf?” the remembrance of the coppery tang of blood filled her mouth at the question.

  “I don’t know. You healed too fast for a human but not fast enough for a werewolf. Only time can tell.”

  “Oh God,” she sat back down, all the strength gone from her legs.

  Lucas stood in front of her, his face serious in the waning daylight. “I’ll stay with you. The moon is on its last pass through fullness tonight.”

  “Thanks,”Layla said sarcastically.

  “You’re welcome.”

  She knew he was being facetious and decided to let it pass. The waves made a long hushed sigh and the smell of fish and salt stole across the yard to mingle with the smell of the early blooming roses. She got up and went inside, too overwrought to say or do anything else.

  Lucas followed her. The old screen door banged shut behind him and she jumped, startled by the sound. “My grandmother knew?”

  “I got bitten when I was seventeen. It was why I went to college here instead of taking that football scholarship.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. I love it here.”

  “Me, too.” She bowed her head, tears leaking down her face. “I used to wish I could live here forever, now I guess I may very well get that wish.”

  “Is that so bad?”

  To have to live within sight of Lucas for the rest of her life? To have to see him and be unable to touch him? Yes, that was very bad indeed. The words stuck in her throat and, with an inarticulate cry she turned and ran right into his broad and comforting chest.

  His strong muscular arms picked her up and her legs went automatically around his waist. She heard, dimly, the sound of her dress ripping but she didn’t care. Her back hit the wall and a pic
ture rattled in its frame before it fell to the floor with a soft crash.

  Her fingers wound around his neck and his fingers fumbled at the zipper of his slacks.

  Her panties were shoved to one side and his member probed at her opening.

  She moved a bit and then he was inside her, just a bare inch. His hands lifted her, his fingers splayed out across her firm bottom. She slid down the throbbing length of his shaft, moaning as he filled her completely. His organ stretched her open and she took it all, aching to have him even deeper inside of her.

  The wall scraped her back and her thigh was abraded by her panties but she didn’t care. She began to thrust and moan, her hands gripping him tightly for balance while his prick slid along her slippery walls.

  His head bent to her nipples, he took them between his teeth, rolling them around and licking them with an expert tongue. The sight of his dark head bent to her pale breast caused a fresh flood of wetness from her pussy, when his teeth grazed her neck she cried out and bit back, her teeth nipping at his ear and neck.

  His fingers gripped her ass more tightly and his thrusts became frenzied, harder. Layla responded to that by swinging her hips in a circle, eliciting a gasp from him that made her smile in triumph.

  “I want you to come for me,” Lucas panted out, his breath puffing against her cheek. “I want you to come right now.”

  They both came, a sudden and violent orgasm that left them gasping and staggering. She felt him growing flaccid and allowed him to lift her away from him so that he could withdraw. Her panties were sticky with their combined juices, they felt sodden and cold and she pulled them off.

  Lucas’s eyes went darker. The shadows of sunset drifted across the floor and Layla stared out the open window at the sky for a moment. High above, barely visible, the moon rode the sky. It was a pale shadow but one that would soon be a shining and silvered disc.

  Her blood beat in her veins and lust exploded within her. Lucas’s green eyes were glowing with passion too and she swallowed hard, wondering what the moon would bring with it.

  “I have waited so long…” Lucas breathed and she felt all of the old wounds heal over. No matter what else happened, they were finally together. She had the man she had always wanted, had always loved and as the moon sailed fatly and bright she ran with him across ground, heading for a cave where their cries of passion could not be heard by the humans in town.

  Alien Invasion: Reluctant Virgin Sex Slaves

  Alien Invasion © 2013, Lexi Lane, Lovers Lane Publishing

  The town of Roseville, New York, was asleep; no one saw the blue lights hovering over 1256 Highland Drive. No one noticed that Lindsay Oaks was missing from her home, from her bed.

  I must be dreaming. A heavy leaden feeling was covering her, making it hard to move. It was as if she were swimming up through a vat of molasses, her arms and legs refusing to cooperate.

  Lindsay’s eyes flew open. Bright white light was everywhere. She tried to sit up, but she was being held fast, her arms out to the side, her legs spread wide. Her head was restrained; all she could see above her was a white light. Only her eyes moved. She looked frantically from side to side, but there was nothing except white light.

  Suddenly she felt something cool touching her face, moving across her forehead, touching her in several places. She struggled to move away, but couldn’t. Then she felt the same cool sensation running up the inside of her thigh, gently probing, working further and further up her leg.

  She tried to scream, but her voice was paralyzed; no sound came from her open mouth.

  What is happening? Her mind screamed over and over. Then, in her own mind, she heard another voice.

  “You are not to be harmed. We are testing you. Please remain calm.”

  Calm, hell! Someone’s sticking things in my body! Panic crowded out rational thought and Lindsay felt herself begin to hyperventilate. The white light faded to gray and then to black.

  With a jolt, Lindsay woke up. The bright white light was still above her, but something was different. The cool probing had stopped; nothing seemed to be touching her skin except a pressure around her forehead. She tried her arms and legs; still restrained. But she could move her head. She turned it to one side…and screamed.

  Filling her field of vision were several tall creatures in pale green and yellow clothing. Each was holding something different in their hands; silver boxes and long thin wands and short silver tubes. Lindsay noticed how long their fingers were. Who the hell cares how long their fingers are?

  “What do you want?” Her voice was tiny; she barely recognized it.

  “We are not going to harm you. We are testing you. The more you cooperate, the less time this will take. And then you will be released.” Lindsay craned her neck; whatever had spoken was standing almost behind her. She saw wires running from her forehead, trailing off behind her, out of sight.

  “Testing for what?” The creature moved into her field of vision, leaning down to look at her. Its eyes were bright yellow, with a vertical slit, almost like a cat. Its skin was pale blue, almost translucent. Other than those differences, it looked remarkably human. Except it, and all the others, were bald, with no facial hair.

  “How come I can understand you?” Lindsay watched as the creature moved toward her feet.

  It touched a small silver box attached to something that looked like a dog collar around its neck. “This allows us to communicate. You are wearing one as well. Let us begin; we can talk while we work. We have limited time.”

  Several creatures moved forward, each with a different object in their hands.

  “Testing for what!” Lindsay shouted once again. She could lift her head just enough to see they were standing near her feet. Looking down, she realized she wasn’t lying on a bed; she was suspended somehow, floating, but still restrained.

  She also realized she was completely naked. Panic set in again and she quickly looked at the bright overhead light, breathing fast and hard.

  The cool, probing sensation was back between her legs, again working up her inner thigh. She felt a gentle pressure and then something hard was slowly being thrust into her body. The creature with the silver collar spoke.

  “We are looking at your reproductive organs. We are searching for a possible way to perpetuate our species. We are a dwindling population. Our females are unable to reproduce. We have limited time before we become extinct.” She looked down at him, standing between her legs, holding a black cable in his hands, which disappeared out of sight.

  “You may be our last hope.” His eyes blinked rapidly. “We are going to begin testing you now with the probe. This will help you relax.” Something silver flashed in his hand. He tapped her leg twice; she felt a sharp pain and then her body began to relax. He bent his head, looking down at the probe between her legs.

  Lindsay felt the probe being to vibrate slightly. Despite her fear, she felt her body responding to whatever he’d injected her with. A sensation of pleasure began in her pussy, then increased, flowing through her body. Lindsay blushed. This is nothing more than an alien vibrator.

  She closed her eyes, wondering how long it would take them to test her and how in the world she could get away. But as she tried to think, her mind grew fuzzy, thoughts floating in and out. She was unable to grasp any one thought long enough to examine it. Soon the only thing she wanted to focus on was the sensation of the probe vibrating in her cunt. They should sell this on Earth; they’d make a fortune.

  The vibration stopped. Everything was still for a moment. Then suddenly the probe began to expand. She felt pressure as it grew bigger and longer, stretching her pussy, pushing further into her body. Looking down, she saw the creatures watching with rapt looks on their faces.

  The pressure of the probe was intensely pleasurable. And then it began to move, slowly sliding in and out of her pussy. She tried to move her hips in time with the slow thrusts of the probe, but her restraints didn’t allow for any movement. You’re being raped, Lindsay. S
he pushed the thought away. Whatever they were doing, right now it felt far too good for her to care.

  One of the creatures moved to Lindsay’s breasts, attaching small clips to her nipples. The clips trailed small wires back to a silver box held by another alien. She watched absently as the alien set the box down on a small table, then flipped a small lever on the box.

  Instantly her nipples became hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. She wanted to move, to arch her back, rock her hips, but the restraints were still holding her fast. She could only thrash her head from side to side.

  Lindsay caught a glimpse of one of the aliens moving into view. He was holding another single clamp, much like the nipple clamps, but larger. He moved between her legs. She felt his hands brush her thighs and then fingers touching her.

  He attached the small clip to her clit, backing away from her, holding a wire in his hand. Lindsay knew what would happen next. If she couldn’t move, was totally restrained, she thought she’d go insane.

  “Please…” she managed to focus on the alien with the silver collar. “Please…let me move.” He stepped back, looking down at her in apparent surprise, but signaled to an alien Lindsay couldn’t see. She felt the pressure of the restrains lessen and she moaned in relief, finally able to move slightly.

  She arched her back as the nipple clamps sent jolts of electricity through her body. The probe was still making lazy thrusts into her pussy and she began to push back in time with its motion, her hips rising and falling in gentle waves.

  Then an alien flipped some switch somewhere and Lindsay’s whole world exploded. The clamp on her clit began sending jolts of electricity through her body, sending more powerful waves of pleasure through her than anything she’d ever felt.

  But something was wrong; the clamps on her nipples and the one on her clit were sending jolts at different speeds. Lindsay’s body was jerking uncontrollably, pleasure quickly replaced by panic. She felt herself losing consciousness.