Alien Selection: A SciFi Alien Romance (Alien Invasion Book 0)

huge and dark, but he saw so sign of fear. Moving with exquisite caution, he slowly, thoroughly, pushed his way into ecstasy.
Lauren bit her lip as T’saran’s massive cock finally began to enter her. She could feel her pussy first resist then slowly open. If she hadn’t been so wet and ready, if he weren’t being so exquisitely careful, it could have been painful. Even with those things the stretch and the sense of fullness almost overwhelmed her. She kept her eyes fixed on his, taking comfort in the glowing purple eyes watching her with equal intensity. He thrust a little deeper, and she almost protested but then the roughened skin that sheathed his cock reached a place that instead made her cry out with pleasure. She felt the fresh wetness easing his way and the undulations of his shaft pushing and pulling against her inside walls in a symphony of pleasure.
By the time he reached the end of her channel, they were both panting. Impaled and spread open, she perched on the knife edge between pain and pleasure as he began an equally slow withdrawal. Despite the overwhelming stretch, her channel clung to him, not wanting to lose the connection between their bodies. He paused when only the wide head remained inside her pussy, his face a taut mask, pointed teeth bared in a savage grimace. He had never looked more alien, but she was not afraid.
“I… I can’t wait,” he growled, and his hips jerked forward an inch, two, the sudden movement once more catching her on the edge of pain. But despite his words, he controlled his pace, entering her with exquisite slowness while his finger began circling her clit, the sensitive flesh also stretched wide by the massive invader. His head dropped down and he began kissing her with frantic intensity. The sensations overwhelmed her—the heat of his tongue thrusting into her mouth, the undulating cock that massaged her tender pussy while the rough surface awoke nerve endings she had never dreamed existed, the finger circling her oversensitive clit. Her hands flailed, seeking something to cling to, something to hold her in place against the barrage of sensation, and she found his horns. Her hands clamped down and he groaned deep and low into her mouth, his speed increasing now, and all she could do was hold on as electric waves of pleasure and pain flashed over her until at last, they sent her flying, her vision sheeting white as her body convulsed in mindless ecstasy, as he cried out her name and erupted in a torrent of hot, useless seed.
When her body finally calmed, tears were leaking from under her closed lids and she had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. T’saran’s arms were equally tight around her as they clung together. When he finally raised his head, his satisfied smile turned to a look of horror when he saw the tears on her cheeks.
“My L’chka, did I hurt you?”
“No, it’s not that. It was wonderful—you were wonderful.”
He gave a relieved sigh. “I regret the circumstances, but I cannot regret being with you. I find myself hoping that my seed takes root.”
She took a deep breath, already anticipating the repulsion she would see in his eyes. She had anticipated this moment, but she had been unable to resist the experience of being with him completely, even if was only once. The Lauren of a few days ago would not have told him, would have waited for him to grow impatient and then angry the way that her ex-husband had, but she was no longer the same person. T’saran had given her the courage to speak, even if it meant losing him.
“It will not take root,” she said quietly, forcing back the tears.
“Then we will try again,” he said, smiling softly. “The effort is most enjoyable.”
“Yes, it is,” she agreed, and then reached up and placed a hand on that alien face, already so beloved. “But it will never succeed.”
“What do you mean?” His horns lowered as his brows drew together.
“I’m barren—infertile. I can’t have children.”
“No children?” he repeated slowly, and despite her newfound bravery, she had to close her eyes, unwilling to see the horrible truth cross his face.
“No, never.”
Her heart broke as he slowly pulled free of her body, then immediately got up. When she opened her eyes, he was already getting dressed. Had she been nothing more than a baby-making machine all along?
“You must dress, L’ren. There is no time to waste.”
“Dress?” He was throwing her out already?
“I have to get you off of the ship immediately.”
“Am I so disappointing?” Despite her efforts, her voice trembled.
“Disappointing?” He immediately ceased his urgent movements and came to her, drawing her up into his arms. “My lady, my L’chka, you could never disappoint me. I have never been happier that I am in your arms. But once Commander T’ngorzul finds out, he is going to be very angry. He has been tolerant so far in the hope that you would prove to be a breeder. Once he learns that you are not, I am afraid that he will pass you to the crew.”
She stared at him in shock. “You’re not upset that I can’t have children?”
“I am disappointed. I would have liked a son with your smile.” His face softened. “But it is you that I love. Having you at my side is happiness enough for any male.”
“You love me?” This time, the tears were happy.
His eyes glowed soft purple. “Of course, I do. I have done so from the moment you put your hand in mine.”
“Oh, T’saran, I love you, too.”
He groaned and pulled her closer, kissing her with passionate intensity before raising his head far too quickly.
“We will