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  Rory leaned back and he pinned her hands over her head before pressing the tip of his tapered cock at her entrance. The head of his cock convulsed a pulsed against her entrance, vibrating and opening her tight human sleeve with its coaxing massage.

  As the head of Ramses’ cock massaged her entrance open, a rush of dopamine flooded Rory’s head. It was the feeling she got after finishing a long run at the gym, or when she’d made her first million for the company. Pure euphoria flooded her as Ramses’ red alien skin pressed against hers and once his head pried her open, he slipped it inside and Rory moaned, losing herself to him completely.

  From the moment she’d seen him across the club, she’d spotted something different about him, something that promised to be a distraction from her job, from Candice, from the fact that she’d made a fool of herself. Ramses didn’t care about any of that. He touched her as he knew her more intimately than he did.

  He pushed a few strands of platinum blonde hair out of Rory’s face and touched his hand to her cheek, his claws retracted, so only the soft pads of his fingerprints made contact with her flesh.

  “I’m going to enter you,” he murmured, “Just remember to breathe.”

  The tip of his cock drove another inch inside Rory. Every millimeter he pushed inside her forced her tightness wider to accommodate the tapered member that hung between Ramses’ legs. He continued to stroke Rory’s thighs, urging her to breathe deeply as he pushed another inch inside her. She accepted another inch again, staring up at her flushed cheeks and Ramses’ naked body positioned between her legs in the mirror above.

  Every part of him that should have been monstrous to her was only alluring. Rory reached for his horns instinctively and ran her hands down along the rigid, ribbed horns. Ramses groaned as she touched them. Gooseflesh prickled across his skin, the first real sign she’d had that his species was anything like her own.

  “Go slow,” she whispered, running her hands through his hair now as he drove another inch between her legs.

  Ramses pressed inside her another inch. She moaned, her soft pink lips parting slightly. Blood vessels tightened around his eyes as her tightness gripped his powerful, tapered cock harder. She made him stiffer as he thrust another inch inside her, ecstasy traveling from his member straight to his heart. Blood pumped dopamine and adrenaline out in fearsome quantities and Ramses didn’t know how much longer he could hold himself back…

  He’d have to get wild with her, show her the real Arietan male beneath his polished exterior. Ramses understood social customs of various species well, but when it came to this, lying naked with a female of any species, all those polite refinements vanished in an instant. He growled low in his throat as he thrust inside her another inch.

  Rory moaned again, so much more sensitive than Ramses had ever imagined her. Rory could feel her entrance stretched wide around Ramses and every inch he drove inside her, she could feel her body trembling. As he pressed closer to her between her legs, his rough, muscular torso touched her skin.

  His skin was hot, burning with the same heat from the bedroom, and forcing her to sweat as she stared into his eyes. There had always been something strange and different in those black, glassy eyes. They hadn’t hidden his true identity as Rory once thought. They exposed him. Even now, the way his gaze transfixed on her neck, Rory could sense he wanted more than to plunge his thick member between her legs.

  She ran her hands along his back, pulling him in deeper and rocking her hips as she moaned.

  “Deeper,” Rory whimpered, digging her claws into his back. Even digging her hardest, she doubted that she would be able to pierce his flesh.

  As he leaned in, thrusting the last length of his impressive, turgid member between her thighs, his lips grazed her neck. Rory sensed his desire, pulsing between the surface as blood rushed to her cheeks and she grew painfully aware of the quickened thudding of her heart.

  She wrapped her legs around his hips and whispered, “Go ahead… I know what you want… And I’m okay with it…”

  He nestled his hips inside of her and breathed a sigh of relief, but then seemed to catch himself.

  “No… I can’t hurt you, Rory,” he murmured, pushing her hair out of her face.

  “I promise, I can handle it,” Rory whispered, although she wasn’t sure what she was signing up for, or whether handling it would be as easy as she anticipated.

  “No…” Ramses growled through gritted teeth, “I can hold back…”

  “Let go…” Rory whispered, raising her head to surprise him with a kiss. She ran her hands over his thick, curved horns and his eyes darkened.

  They were so black now, that nothing reflected from them. Blackish eggplant colored veins protruded around his eyes and he began to move his hips and thrust into Rory… hard.

  As he thrust into her, he grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head. Ramses leaned in and inhaled her neck, taking in her sweet, human scent. His fangs exposed were longer than she’d realized. Or maybe they’d grown. Rory moaned and tilted her head back, closing her eyes for a moment. She felt two pinpricks on her neck, barely enough to hurt her and then… euphoria.

  As Ramses’ tapered cock stretched her wide and drove Rory to the point of orgasm, the points on her neck where he drove his fangs into her taut pale flesh drove her over the edge. As her blood intermingled with his at the sight of the wound, all the dopamine, and adrenaline that coursed through Ramses body now coursed through hers.

  His alien physiology could handle the onslaught of pleasure hormones, but to Rory, they were heaven. She came hard, higher than high off Ramses’ alien bite as he pummeled her tightness and she gushed. As she came, Rory’s thighs tightened and juices squirted out of her wetness, all over Ramses turgid member and soaking the lace sheets of her gothic castle bed.

  He kept his fangs embedded in her as he pumped between her thighs. Ramses could taste her now, and his tongue lapped up the blood that spilled from her neck as he thrust inside her again, making her cum all over his big hard cock once more.

  She came in one long, continuous orgasm until Ramses lifted his fangs from her neck, afraid that she’d pass out. He licked up the last drops of blood and kissed her as she quivered in his arms. Grabbing onto her hips, Ramses ardently thrust into her deeper.

  The deeper his cock plunged into Rory’s tight little pussy, the easier it was for her to climax again. Her thighs and back were soaked. Her cheeks had only reddened over time and she’d sweat so much that her skin stuck to Ramses’ as he grunted between her legs.

  Could this guy go on for hours? So far, he’d lasted longer than anyone and when his fangs attached to her neck, she’d cum harder than she ever had before — even with toys. Rory could envision a world where she began addicted to this cock and addicted to those fangs, which didn’t hurt a bit as they pinched her flesh and delivered her nirvana.

  Ramses pulled out of her but before she could protest, he had her on all fours and slid the entire length of that magnificent cock between her legs once more. Rory arched her back instinctively and moaned as the massive member slid her open wider and touched new parts of her dripping wetness.

  The ribbed cock head rubbed against the soft, fleshy parts of her tightness, stroking against them and vibrating as his turgid scales provided additional ribbing to enhance Ramses’ ardent thrusting from behind. Rory’s breasts swayed and bounced as he pounded into her tight human cunt from behind.

  Small, tight, the perfect pink-skinned human specimen, sexier and tighter than he could have ever imagined. She squeezed her compact sleeve around his hardness and Ramses lost himself again. As he pumped into her from behind, he lifted her off her front limbs and grabbed her chest, holding her close to him with a tight grasp as he pounded into her from behind, enjoying the jiggling of her perfect ass, but the strange firmness the rest of her lithe body provided.

  With his hand around her chest, Ramses could get his lips close to her neck again. She quivered, her body anticipating the rush as
he kissed Rory’s shoulder and then ran his tongue from the tip of her shoulder up to her neck. She moaned and climaxed over his cock again as his tongue touched her neck.

  “You’re very ssssssensitive,” he whispered, “I like that…”

  As he dragged his s’s, lost in the moment of his pleasure, Rory came again, releasing all over his cock as her juices coated his thighs. She was sensitive. And juicy. So slippery wet that she could take his massive Arietan cock with ease.

  Rory moaned and thrust back into Ramses, hoping she could stimulate him to sink his fangs into her neck again. Instead, he tightened his grasp and whispered into her ear, “I’ll take you when I’m good and ready…”

  “P-please… I want it… I want it again…” Rory whimpered.

  “Stay still, my pet,” he whispered, his tongue tracing her shoulder again.

  Rory came hard as his tongue reached her shoulder and Ramses planted kissed back up the length of her arm before sinking his fangs into her neck once more. He made different holes this time, so the prick would be painless like the first time.

  The rush of dopamine and adrenaline surged faster this time and Rory’s skin flushed even redder before she climaxed instantly. Ramses closed his eyes, savoring her prey-like thrashing on his cock as he pumped into her and kept his fangs lodged in her neck.

  She squirmed and screamed as she came all over him, her cunt tightening around his cock as juices spilled out of her puffy cunt lips. Ramses closed his eyes, remaining connected to her, savoring the moment. This moment, this perfection, this was the best time to end it.

  Ramses groaned and came voluntarily, pumping his thick, orange seed out of his cock. She screamed as his seed gushed into her. Loud... Rory collapsed onto all fours, moving her hips off his cock as she screamed.

  “It’s hot! It’s piping hot!”

  “Sorry…” Ramses whispered as the last spurt landed on her thighs.

  She trembled and gasped.

  “It’s… It’s just not what I expected.”

  His lava-colored seed coated her thighs and spilled out of her cushiony pink pussy onto the bed.

  Ramses helped her up onto her knees. She faced him as he kneeled on the bed.

  “You’re not so scary up close…”

  Ramses grinned and Rory involuntarily shuddered as he exposed his fangs, coated with her blood.

  “I am,” Ramses replied.

  “No. You’re not. It just… takes some getting used to. I mean those things… they have like an aphrodisiac in them or something?”

  Ramses took her hand and pressed it to his chest.

  “No. Do you feel that?”

  Rory stared into his black eyes. She could see her reflection in them again. She was a sweaty, cum-stained mess, yet Ramses gazed at her like she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

  “It feels like… two hearts…”

  Ramses laughed, “How romantic. No. It’s not two hearts. It’s my second stomach. Well, sort of stomach. It’s like a stomach and a brain. When I taste compatible female blood, it gets shunted there and I get… information.”

  “What kind of information?”

  “About you. What you’re like. Our compatibility.”

  “What do I get?”

  “The more compatible I am, the more dopamine, adrenaline, and all the good stuff rush to my brain up here. That’s what you get — everything I’m feeling, all at once.”

  Rory gasped and tugged her hand away.

  “You were feeling the same thing and you didn’t explode like a packet of relish!”

  “What’s relish?”

  “Never mind that. It’s just… You were feeling all of that?”

  “Yes,” Ramses said.

  “So what, we’re like, super compatible or something?”

  “I felt it at the night club,” he said, “When I saw you walk in with those perky round tits and those horns…”

  “The horns weren’t real,” Rory replied, rolling her eyes.

  “I know. But they made me notice your eyes.”

  He was staring again, and Rory began to feel discomfort settling into her stomach. She wanted him to kiss her. Even if it was crazy that she’d even slept with him, and listened to his story, she just wanted a kiss.

  “What’s wrong?” Ramses asked.

  “This is wrong, isn’t it. I can’t… I can’t do this. But that means you’re going to send me back to earth and —“

  “And what?”

  “I can’t do that, either.”

  “Then do nothing. Stay with me, and decide for yourself.”

  “Okay. I think I can handle that.”

  “Good. I must attend to my men on the bridge.”

  “Fine.”

  Rory pulled him in for a kiss, desperate to get him to sink his fangs into her again. He was passionate, but restrained, kissing her firmly and then dragging himself away from her to attend to his men.

  3

  Clone Master

  The Clone Master preferred sleek metal to stinking, sweating flesh. Alloys were not as fragile as flesh. Fragile. That was the perfect word for X-25 to describe them. Fragile. Adjective. Easily broken or damaged. All flesh-kind could be damaged, even the warriors like Arietans. Especially warriors who believe brute force wins every time. Castoreans know that isn’t true.

  X-25 preferred flesh crews, however. Flesh crews were easy to replace when damaged. Fragile. Yes, they were fragile, and slow, but cheap. The twin star system was more competitive than any of these… X-25 was a long way from home anyway. It was best to keep flesh crews far from home.

  “30617, how far are we from Ramses’ ship?”

  “My Lord, we are 65.74 minutes away.”

  “It’s much easier for my process when you translate into milliseconds. Don’t forget that.”

  “My apologies.”

  “The number,” X-25 growled, lowering his metallic, robotic voice.

  “3944400”

  “Good.

  “301617, head down to the lab. Get -618 and -619 to prepare the room. I have a feeling we’ll have a new specimen soon.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  The clone master smiled. Ramses thought he could get away with keeping this one from him, after all this time. Due to a little problem, the clone master could no longer pass through Taurean space, required to get to that blue planet with fascinating females he’d heard so much about.

  Ramses hadn’t accounted for a bugged ship. After the last stunt he pulled with the titanium alloys, X-25 didn’t trust the bastard as far as he could throw him. X-25 hated trading with ethical flesh. As if there was such a thing.

  Ethical flesh had created the first Castorean. Ethical flesh had cast them out, deciding that artificial intelligence was too dangerous.

  They’d been disassembled, bit by bit, poked at and prodded at as they felt every bit of pain. X-25 hadn’t been there, but his predecessor had. And if he tried, X-25 could access the memories of X-1. But what was the sense of trying? All he knew were flesh organisms meant pain, death, and destruction. It was best not to get close to them unless you needed to.

  X-25 needed to this time. With a mythical Terran female, he could clone flesh dolls for males all over the galaxy, embedding just enough alloy in them that they would remain young, remain pliable, and remain personable.

  Never too much alloy, though. Flesh men could never find humanity in too much metal. Funny lot. They could buy a female if convinced she wasn’t a person enough, if she had just a few chips where she should have had flesh, she was… beneath them, somehow.

  The Clone Master preferred sleek metal to flesh. He stalked back to his quarters. Even if he did not need sleep, he needed to prepare. Ramses would put up a fight, yes, but what was flesh when compared to metal? Fragile.

  X-25 admired his long oval head with fresh shiny alloy from new implants. At eight and a half feet tall, few predators in the galaxy could measure up to him. Even a large, muscular Arietan couldn’t withstand the
unnaturally long metal limbs with exposed bones, impossible to break with any weapons that worked on flesh. But alloy weapons worked on anyone. And they’d work on the earth female too.

  This batch of clones was tiring X-25 anyway. The species must have been mixed with rodent because their desire for stimulation was starting to grow… incestuous. Every once in a while you get a bad batch where you can clip their inhibitions but somehow leave their sex drive intact. With clones produced for sale, it was better to nip desire in the bud.

  The Clone Master entertained himself with engineering improvements for his metal exoskeleton. A diamond fixture here. A new alloy sheet there. The usual.

  30617 summoned him to the ship’s bridge. Cloaked in space, they were invisible to Ramses’ ship.

  “Does he have any idea we’re here?”

  “No. None at all.”

  “Good. Teleport me over.”

  “Their shields are up.”

  “Hm. Yes.”

  X-25 pressed his finger to the console, connecting with the ship for a moment. He exhaled and removed his finger.

  “The shields are down. Teleport me once I’m armed. I can handle three Arietans and a servant girl alone.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Your job is not to question me.”

  X-25 stalked off to arm himself. Yes, he wanted an end to these clones. They weren’t as intelligent as he needed. Perhaps this Terran would be intelligent. If Ramses thought he could sneak off and keep her for himself, he was wrong. You could never really trust flesh. They were selfish. They were cruel.

  The Clone Master teleported to the alien ship. 30617 waited for her master’s command. The chip in her brain made her compliant whether she wanted to or not. There had been another her before X-25. She could remember that girl and what her life was like.

  But then she’d woken up someone else. She could tell it was a shell. Real hearts just don’t beat like that. But she still felt like herself sometimes. 30617 wanted to cry. But she never could. The Clone Master had replaced that. All she could do was follow orders. His orders. It was always a Him.