Claimed by the Alien

  Claimed by the Alien

  Copyright ©2019 Izzy Slam

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  This book is a work of fiction intended for mature readers. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  All characters depicted in this story are fictional, not blood related, and are consenting adults over the age of 18 years.

  Description

  Harper

  I’ve just moved to the small, sleepy town of Sugar Hollow, where legend has it these humanoid aliens walk among us.

  Legend also has it that twice a year the males choose a young, fertile, innocent female to mate with.

  It’s all so ridiculous. I mean, who believes in aliens?

  Apparently this huge, gorgeous man does, who insists on following me home to ensure my safety.

  And once inside my apartment, he confesses something that sets my skin on fire, and I’m desperate for him to lay his claim to me so I can have his baby.

  Drake

  My home planet is dying, it’s the peak of mating season, and I can’t find a single female I want to claim as mine. So yeah. You could say I’m getting a little “frustrated.”

  I’ve been searching for the perfect One, and I’m just about to give up, when I see her walking home in the dark.

  The way her dress flows around all those voluptuous curves, the swell of her bosom, her long dark hair that would look perfect wrapped around my fist … great gods. She is majestic.

  I’ve waited too long to find this sexy, fertile, and innocent woman. There’s no way I’ll let her out of my sights.

  Harper

  I grab my purse as I head out the door of the dry cleaners where I work. It’s just past 9:30 in the evening—a little later than I normally get off, but I’m just grateful this work day is over and I can go home and relax.

  “Do you need a ride home, Harper?”

  “No thanks. It’s a perfect night and I only live five blocks away.”

  My co-worker Carol drops her hands on her hips and gives me a weary look. “You do know what time of year it is, don’t you?”

  I smile as I hold back a laugh. But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised at her dramatic statement. Sugar Hollow seems to be filled with those who have a flair for the dramatic.

  Just a few months ago, right after my eighteenth birthday, I moved to this quaint little town in order to get away from the big city where I grew up. My best friend’s uncle owns the dry cleaners, and he said he’d be happy to give me a full-time position.

  I absolutely love it here. But it wasn’t long after moving into my apartment that I began to hear rumors about these aliens that took up residence in Sugar Hollow, who allegedly kidnap fertile virgins at night when no one is around, impregnate them, then leave them to raise the children alone.

  Legend has it they look just like humans and they breed twice a year. And from what I’ve been hearing over the past few days, it’s that time of year.

  I, of course, think the whole thing is ridiculous. A made-up story just to attract tourists. And, surprise surprise! As it just so happens, it’s during these “mating seasons” that visitors flock to the area, most of them reporters, photographers, and just plain weirdos who hope to witness something. But still…

  “Yes, Carol. I’m well aware of what time of year it is. I’ll be fine.”

  She scrunches up her face and glances out the window. As expected, the streets are abandoned. There isn’t a woman alive who wants to be outside right now. Well, except for me. But only because I’m not drinking the kool-aid.

  “Do you want to be abducted by a minolaur? I mean, it’s kinda risky.”

  I try not to roll my eyes too hard. “Like I’ve said before, I don’t buy into the whole Sugar Hollow alien legend. And frankly, as intelligent as you are, I’m surprised you believe the lies, too.”

  Her eyes go wide, and her mouth falls open. “You haven’t heard about my cousin?”

  “Um, no.”

  “The one who was in here last week with her toddler? Who took me out to lunch?”

  “I remember your cousin, yes. But I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  Carol pulls her purse off her shoulder, leaning on the counter as she proceeds to tell me that her cousin was taken by an alien several years ago, and that she hasn’t been the same since.

  “That little boy that you saw with her was the result of what she refers to as an all-night fuckfest.”

  “Wow. That sounds … intense.”

  “It was intense, according to her.”

  “So, has she gotten help? She must be traumatized.”

  Or really fulfilled that she got laid. I still can’t tell.

  Carol makes a face and shakes her head. “That’s the thing. She’s not traumatized from the night it all happened. It was the fact that he didn’t stick around to help her raise their son. And, Harper? Everyone’s story is the same. It’s like these … these … minolaurs take what they want, then bail.”

  “Just like the typical man, huh?” I mutter, suddenly glad that my virginity is still intact.

  Things like this are exactly why I won’t spread my legs for just anyone. I’m damn proud to be an eighteen-year-old virgin. The man that I choose to lay down with will have earned it.

  “Yeah, no shit. Just like the typical man.”

  I think about this whole Sugar Hollow legend, and it’s almost like the more I hear, the more questions I have.

  “Has it ever occurred to anyone that maybe there’s some psycho on the loose? I mean, doesn’t it seem a little preposterous to you that creatures from another planet are not only inhabiting the earth but could knock up a human? Scientifically speaking, it’s impossible.”

  The corner of her mouth lifts as she shrugs her shoulders. “You’d think so. But of all the women who’ve come forward, every single one of them describes the alien as having these green glowing eyes and a monstrous sized cock. Like, so big it nearly splits them in two. And, according to my cousin, her alien came about a dozen times. There was so much stuff he had to use several towels to clean up the mess afterwards.”

  “Jesus,” I mutter.

  “Yeah, it’s crazy. I mean, thank goodness her son is normal and healthy, and you can’t tell by looking at him that he’s half alien. But they ran him through a gamut of tests when he was born, and she says that some of his bloodwork was off. His blood type is …unrecognizable. Unknown, Harper. So, whatever these things are, they are not human.”

  She shakes her head in exasperation, and I promise her I’ll be extra careful as I walk out the front door.

  I hear her twist the lock as I make my way down the street, keeping out of the shadows of the low hanging branches of the weeping willows and staying under the brightness of the street lights.

  Carol drives by, offering me a quick wave, and I smile and wave back, having second thoughts about walking home alone.

  I keep my gaze focused ahead, comforted by the fact that it will only take me about ten minutes to get home. I have a car, but I’ve always enjoyed the walk back and forth, especially since it’s summer and the weather here in Sugar Hollow is temperate year-round.

  My mind can’t help but drift to Carol’s story about her cousin. I envision a creepy, green-eyed alien with a massive me
mber, shooting out buckets of cum from his engorged cock. Those little factoids combined with the “all-night fuckfest” and I have to admit, I get a little tingle between my legs.

  I know it’s crazy.

  Nutso.

  Because come on. Let’s face it. No one wants to be taken by a strange alien who cums that much. Especially if their cock is big enough to split a poor woman in two.

  I try desperately to shake the thoughts away, getting halfway home when I hear a noise behind me. I stop in my tracks, spinning around to see what it was, but no one is there. My nipples tingle, and my pussy suddenly feels … heavy.

  Oh crap. When was my last cycle?

  Fuck, it’s been a few weeks. Which means, I’ve just entered my fertile cycle—the time of the month I’m most horny.

  And the time of the month that makes me a walking, breathing, fertile target for the aliens. That I absolutely do not believe in.

  “This is normal,” I mutter under my breath. “You always get horny when you’re ovulating, you big goon.”

  I chuckle softly as my pussy starts to get wetter and wetter. I pick up my pace, walking a little faster, anxious to get home so I can rub one out. And not at all while fantasizing about an oversized alien fucking me sideways as he cums in my pussy over and over.

  Damn, this whole legend is really getting to me.

  I see my apartment come into view, and I reach inside my purse for my keys, when I feel a warmth brush against the backs of my legs.

  “What is that?” I blurt out.

  This time, when I turn around, I’m standing face-to-chest with a man who dwarfs me. He must be at least six feet tall. I swallow hard as my eyes drift over his massively intimidating size.

  “Don’t be frightened, miss. My name is Drake, and I’m just a local volunteer, making sure the streets are safe. You know, you really shouldn’t be out here alone at night.”

  His voice is smoky and dark, just like his hair and his eyes.

  It doesn’t even occur to me he could be from another planet. I just want to get home, get inside, and lock my door, far away from this creep. And that’s just what I’m going to do.

  Drake

  I can see her through the window of the dry cleaners, and even though I only catch a glimpse, I can sense … something.

  Something I’ve never sensed before.

  She’s talking with another girl, though I’m not really paying that one any attention. It’s the dark-haired beauty I’m focused on. And as she steps out onto the street and makes a beeline for the sidewalk underneath the direct glow of the streetlamp, I get a little stiff.

  Correction. A lot stiff.

  It’s not the fact that she’s nervous. That does speak volumes about her character, her personality.

  And it’s not just the additional fact that she has curves on top of curves.

  It’s the way she smells.

  Oh fuck.

  This could actually be the one.

  Making sure no one else is around, I quietly step out of my SUV parked along the street and begin following her. I make sure to keep plenty of distance at first because I don’t want her to hear me until I am motherfucking ready for her to hear me.

  But then I begin to close the gap, taking in her scent as I eye every square inch of her from head to toe.

  Long, dark hair flows down her back in waves that match her sensual curves. There’s a sway in her walk, a little bounce. I tap into the limbic part of my brain, memorizing every movement she makes so I can replay it later. I also scan her aura as I get closer, noting the soft orange tone and the spattering of glittery specks dancing around her hips. All of this confirming that she is, indeed, fertile.

  Right at the peak of fertile.

  I cannot believe I got this lucky, to spot a female walking alone, and a female who I’m 99% certain is the one who shall become my mate.

  A growl forms in my throat as I fight back an animalistic erection. A growl so loud I think she might have heard me. But I can’t help it. It’s been way too fucking long since I’ve chosen to sink my dick balls-deep inside a warm, human pussy.

  I left my planet not long after my twenty-fifth birthday because our female population was dying off. Through eons of research, we had come to learn that humans were the only species that were a genetic match for us. And it makes sense because we actually resemble each other a lot, though we are far more advanced.

  In order to save our own, we’d have to take drastic measures. Which isn’t all that difficult seeing as most male minolaurs have an insatiable sex drive. Most of us need to be emptied a dozen times a day, making the average human sexual encounter of twice a week fucking laughable.

  Three earth years ago, a handful of us minolaurs boarded the ship and landed here in Sugar Hollow. Most of the males I arrived with have moved on to bigger cities, but I’ve stayed behind with a few others, landing a job as a city cop while waiting for my mate, a strong feeling in my blood that she would show.

  And low and behold if she isn’t right here in front of me right now.

  I was about ready to give up, holding out for the perfect female to carry my seed because I don’t want just anyone. My standards are much too high.

  What I want, what my body needs, is a young virgin who’s just on the cusp of womanhood, which, for a human, happens at eighteen years of age.

  She’s a few months past her eighteenth birthday if my calculations are on point. But her sweet pussy has never been touched by another. This beautiful, innocent girl … my gods. She hasn’t even inserted so much as a finger in her tight channel.

  How the hell is a minolaur like me supposed to ignore that?

  I can’t, and I fucking won’t.

  The closer I get to her, the stronger her scent is, so heavenly it makes the blood rush through my cock in hard pumps that are making this whole interaction more difficult to stave off.

  If I were like the others, I would throw her over my shoulder, carry her to a remote area where no one could hear her screams, and pump my cum into her belly until I was completely unable to fuck any longer. Yes, even we minolaurs have our limits.

  But I’m not quite like the others, the main difference being I don’t want to fuck her and leave her to raise the baby alone. That defeats the whole point of making an effort to continue our species.

  On the other hand, the males of my kind don’t have much choice. If they did stick around, they’d be apprehended and locked away for good. Plus, most of them are just out to get laid.

  Me? Yes, I want to get laid. I want to bury my cock in pussy just like the rest of them. But I also give a fuck about raising my offspring, being a part of his or her life. Not to mention the icing on the cake which is watching my beautiful mate’s body change shape, her belly swell and her breasts grow heavy with milk.

  And the closer I get to her, the more aroused I am at the prospect of her carrying my child.

  I pick up my pace, closing the gap as I work out in my head what to say to her. Her aura dips down below her hips then sweeps back, pulled into my energy as I get within arm’s reach—surefire proof that she is The One.

  And once I’m close enough, our energies will mix and she will be so turned on that it will be impossible for her to resist me.

  “What is that?” she says.

  Before I can utter a single syllable in response, she spins on her heels to face me. I nearly crash into her as she moves her gaze up and down my large frame.

  I’m completely captivated by her beauty—the way her long hair frames her gorgeous face, those doe eyes and petite nose, rosy cheeks, her full breasts. Fuck…she is beyond stunning.

  “Don’t be frightened, miss. My name is Drake, and I’m just a local volunteer, making sure the streets are safe. You know, you really shouldn’t be out here alone at night.”

  Her expression seems to shift, moving from that of fear to relief.

  “You’re not the only one to tell me that. But I’m almost home. My apartment is right there.”
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  She tosses a glance over her shoulder, and I immediately see her aura stretching for the front door of the duplex where she lives. “Let me walk you to your door, make sure you get inside safely.”

  “Umm…” She chews on her lip and glances behind her. “That’s okay. I think I can manage.”

  When she looks back at me, there’s a twinkle, a recognizable glimmer in her eye.

  It’s all starting to take effect.

  Good.

  “Please,” I say, stepping closer so my molecules can mingle with hers. “It’s the least I can do for startling you.”

  Her breath quickens as she searches my face. Her cheeks begin to glow, radiating a slight heat, her desire blooming in soft shades of pink.

  I can smell her arousal. It won’t be long now before she’s completely powerless to me.

  “I suppose that would be alright.”

  Harper

  Normally I wouldn’t want a stranger walking me to my front door, but something about this stranger has me twisted up inside.

  “I haven’t seen you around here before,” he says as we cross the street.

  “I’m new in town. Just moved here a few months ago. My name is Harper, by the way.”

  “That’s a lovely name.” God, his voice. It’s so deep, so rich. It’s making me feel almost intoxicated. “What drew you to Sugar Hollow?”

  “A need to escape the big city.” He nods knowingly, and I can’t help but take in his profile, his pronounced nose, strong jawline, dark hair and … well, everything about him is so sexy. “A friend’s uncle offered me a position at the cleaners, and I thought it would be a perfect change of pace for me, especially since I just finished up high school and can’t really afford college right now.”

  “I understand. College is outrageous these days.”

  “Yes, it is.” I feel this tug to him as we approach my steps.

  “I’m sure it was a bit disturbing to find out what’s been going on lately. I’m surprised someone as pretty as you would be out during mating season.”