Saved by Sweet Alien (Book 1)

Saved by Sweet Alien

  by Selena Bedford

  Copyright © 2015 All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  This story has sensual themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only. All sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older.

  Glossary

  Affendor: Pronounced a-FFEN-dor

  A planet covered with ice. Affendorians are large-size tribe aliens. They hunt for living. Tribe battles have been going on for one thing: women. Way less girls were born than boys. They’re on their way towards the extinction.

  Auzo: Pronounced AU-zo

  The best Affendorian warrior.

  Zapofillo: Pronounced za-po-FIL-lo

  The Affendorian tribe chief. His hobby is to turn captured women into his new wives.

  Puebjorian: Pronounced pub-JOR-ian

  An ugly and mean humanoid species. They are short, smelly, and full of wrinkles. They capture Earth women and sell them as wives to Affendorians.

  Table of Contents

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Excerpt

  I hold the girl in my arms. She is so small and so pretty. I like her cheeks, her boobs, her… everything.

  I wrap my coat around her body and use my body to warm her up. “Wake up.” I kiss her face softly, again and again.

  After a long while, she opens her eyes. She looks at me, confused. After a while, she whispers, “Who are you?”

  I understand what she’s saying. We have so many Earth girls in the tribe that we’ve had to learn their language.

  “Auzo.” I smile at her. “What’s your name?” I ask.

  “Leila.” Her smile is so pale and weak.

  “Leila, come home with me, okay?”

  “Where?”

  “An Affendorian tribe.”

  “You’re an Affendorian?”

  “Yes. You know us?” I’m so pleased.

  She looks at me for a long time. Then she whispers, “No, you don’t look like an Affendorian.”

  “But I am an Affendorian.”

  She looks at me with greater care. “No, you aren’t.”

  Boy, her head must have been damaged. I give her a smile and ask, “Regardless, would you please come with me?”

  She smiles. “Do I have a choice?”

  “I promise not to hurt you.” I say.

  “You don’t have to promise.”

  “Why?”

  “You could have let me there to die, right?” Her smile is turning warm and her voice is full of trust.

  “Okay, let’s go.” I hold her body tight to mine and walk quickly. I can feel her warming up. She is flexing her arms and legs every once in a while. Her breathing is growing stronger.

  I have never been this close to a woman. My manhood is seriously hardening now. I know this is wrong, and I shouldn’t think of having sex with her at the moment, but I simply can’t stop thinking that way.

  I’m hoping that she will recover with a hot bath. Then I will feed her a big dinner. I’m sure she will love the meat.

  Then, I will ask her to be my mate for the night. If she says yes, great. If she says no, then I’ll have to wait. I’m the best warrior of the tribe. I’m sure I can win her heart one day.

  I’m sweating all over. I seriously need a rest, but I want to rush back to my tent.

  Suddenly, I hear a voice from behind me. “Auzo?”

  Holy shit. It’s the tribe chief, Zapofillo. I’m doomed. He’s going to see the girl for sure, and then he is going to claim my girl as his new wife. The only thing I can do is obey or else I will be the sacrifice on the wedding ceremony.

  Fuck! I almost yell. I take a deep breath and then turn around. “Yes, Zapo?” My smile is huge.

  Chapter One

  LEILA

  I’ve never believed in aliens. Like everyone else, I love reading sci-fi stories. Sometimes when I’m reading, I’ll daydream about being captured by a huge alien. That always makes me horny. Oh, wow, imagine having rough sex with the alien. I’d love to try that.

  I’m always taken away by these fantasies, even on the bus or in bed.

  Unfortunately, my actual life is boring as hell.

  Like my friends in college, I found a nine-to-five job, Monday through Friday.

  Unlike my friends though, I’ve never had a long-term relationship.

  Don’t get me wrong, I do love men, and it’s easy enough to pick one up for an all-nighter, especially when I go to the right bars..

  I’ve gone on a few blind dates, but they just end the same way. Those assholes never take me seriously. They just want my body, not a long-term relationship.

  I don’t blame them. Guys like sexy girls, right? Unfortunately, my body is not that sexy.

  I’m not horribly overweight, but I have to admit that I need to shed a few pounds before I can comfortably use the word ‘slim’. Heck, probably fifteen or twenty pounds.

  There are the girls who do ballet or yoga, but I like self-defense. I’ve been training since middle school. I’ve even entered a few competitions. I think that’s pretty cool. Unfortunately, even the guys at karate prefer soft-spoken, beautiful girls to me.

  I do go out with guys, but it never gets to the point of being a relationship. Either they end up disappearing, or I do.

  The truth is this: the guys I meet are all well-educated, polite, and soft-spoken.

  What I secretly crave is an alpha male, someone like the aliens in my fantasies. Someone who abducts me, rips off my clothes, and then fucks me hard in their spaceship.

  Today is another boring day. I just got a promotion from bank teller to financial consultant. I got an office, and higher pay. I also get to work later with no overtime. Goody.

  It’s 7:30 before I get to leave; by the time I make it through my commute home, I’m totally exhausted. Oh, and I’ve brought work home with me.

  But first, dinner. I flop onto my couch with my KFC Go Cup. The drumstick smells greasy and delicious. It’s not the best to take in so many extra calories, but I can always go self-defense training to work off the pounds.

  And anyway, tonight is going to be as busy as hell. I have to prepare a few profiles for tomorrow morning. If I can’t get them done, my boss, Howard, is going to kill me.

  Howard’s a total ass. He always tries to get in my pants. I have no problem with that. But he has a wife already, who happens to work in the same building. That makes me feel sick. I don’t want to fuck her husband and then say hi to her like nothing ever happened.

  “Why do you want me?” I asked him once.

  “Your tits.” His eyes roamed along my deep cleavage. After a while, he added, “Your ass, too.”

  He’s so fucking right. I have huge boobs and my ass is full and firm. Except for the few extra pounds I carry, my body is pretty damn nice. Unfortunately, Howard is far away from an alpha male. I don’t think he can last long enough to give me even one orgasm.

  I finish my chicken and turn on my laptop. The huge number of emails in my mailbox almost gives me a heart attack. I’ve responded to all the emails before leaving the office but now, they’ve piled up again. My evening is doomed.

  Soon, my eyes are super sore. I rub them a few times,
typing fast.

 

  Soft moonlight comes in from the window. It’s a perfect evening to go out. Heck, I wish I could do that. I suck my lips and type faster.

  Soon, the moonlight becomes a bit… too strong. I raise my eyes and see sharp beams slicing through the sky. What the heck is going on? Is it an airplane flying by?

  Within seconds, the light becomes so strong, I have to look away. Is this fucking plane going to crash on me?

  I feel my body lightening, and my arms begin to rise of their own volition. Soon, my entire body is lifting off the couch. I’m actually floating! This must be a dream, I tell myself.

  I pinch myself hard, and it freaking hurts. Hell no, this is not a dream!

  I’m drifting toward the window. I’m about to slowly crash into the glass. If I somehow break through and die, what would the news say? “A 23 year old woman plummets to her death through apartment window.”

  I scream as I speed up toward the glass, but no sound comes out of my mouth. Suddenly, I am through, floating above the street like the glass never existed. I look down and see the city. Everything is tiny as I look down from my apartment on the 42nd floor.

  My body is drifting higher and higher. Soon, the city is far away. Then even the clouds are beneath me. It’s getting cold. Very cold.

  I look up and see the bright light guiding my flight: it’s from the bottom of a huge space ship.

  Aliens!

  Chapter Two

  LEILA

  I’ve read so many sci-fi romance books on my Kindle. I know exactly what’s going to happen: an alien, or a few, will examine my body. They will remove all my clothes and measure everything, including my boobs and pussy—or vagina, a term more suitable for their scientific research.

  Then things will turn romantic. A chief alien will want to have sex with me. He may or may not ask for my permission.

  I never believed in aliens. So I’ve never imagined having sex with an alien. But now, I’m so scared, yet so excited. I’m kind of expecting it. Well, if that has to happen, let it happen to me tonight.

  Is the alien a tiny, green creature? Does he smell bad? Hopefully not. Hopefully, he is huge and rough, with a cock of fifteen inches, or more...

  “Ouch!” My head hits something. It’s the roof of a metal room. Then my body drops to the floor, earning me another grunt of pain.

  I lay on my back and cover my nose right away because it smells like shit. The lights are dim. The walls are all metal. I see a few ugly creatures looking down at me. They are a bit shorter than me, but well built. Their bodies are dark purple, and covered with wrinkles. Their funny looking ears wiggle. Their tiny eyes are shining with green light.

  Hell no. This is anything but romantic.

  What are they going to do to me? Are they going to strip me for their ‘scientific research’ and then have sex with me? This is gross!

  I move my arms and legs. Good, they work fine. I look at them with a smirk, ignoring the soreness on my body.

  The biggest alien is about a hundred pounds at the most. I can easily send him to the floor with one blow. Heck, I’ve never tried my self-defense for real, but I’m sure I’ll have to put it to good use tonight.

  A short, most wrinkled alien steps closer, looking at me with extreme care. I watch his every move, readying my body for a quick punch.

  He turns to the other aliens, issuing a sudden burst of sharp whistles. A few aliens respond with more whistling. They nod and laugh. Hell, are they making dirty jokes?

  After a few minutes, the short alien bends down, looking at my lower body. I see a bulge in his green pants. Oh, man, this gross thing does want to fuck me.

  I give a mean look, trying to stare him down.

  He ignores my warning glare, bending down further, as he sniffs hard. His lumpy fingers are approaching my crotch. I see at least seven or eight of them, or maybe more.

  “Go to hell!” I roar, sending my fist into his ugly face.

  The alien tumbles away with a deafening whistle. I jump up. Within seconds, two more aliens drop to the floor.

  The other aliens step back, uncertain, and this is my opportunity to take an offensive position.

  I rush over and swing my fist, sending a blow to a fat alien. He ducks, my fist misses him by about an inch or two. Fuck, this fat ass knows how to fight.

  As I pull back for a new attack, I feel a sudden pain tighten my chest. A sharp light beam disables my eyesight for a few moments. Heck, is that from a laser gun or something?

  I drop to the floor, gasping. The aliens gather again, staring at me. I try to stand up, but my arms and legs feel so heavy.

  The short alien stumbles close, whistling a few times to the fat one. Soon, the fat alien waves his arm. The other aliens grab my body and drag me on the floor.

  “I can walk myself, you fucking assholes,” I yell, struggling. But they don’t pay any attention to me.

  They open a door and drag me in. They toss me on the floor, go out, lock the door, and then leave.

  It takes me a while to get used to the darkness. There is a soft orange light emanating from the ceiling.

  It’s a big room. The door is made of thick iron bars like in a jail. The hallway is all dark.

  I see some bodies on the floor. Are they dead? I’m not sure. After a few moments, one of the bodies over. Still alive. There are at least thirty bodies in the room, all sleeping.

  Maybe they are Earth people captured by the aliens like me?

  I sit up, rubbing my temples. My head hurts like hell. I stand and walk, trying to stretch out my sore muscles.

  “Ouch!” My head bumps onto the iron beam on the roof. The room is barely high enough for me to stand up straight. I let out a curse and rub my head.

  “Hi, there.” I turn and see a woman sitting on the floor, not far away from me.

  “Hi.” I’m so happy to see someone I can talk to. I walk over and sit beside her.

  “I’m Darcy.” She gives me a smile.

  “I’m Leila. Nice to meet you.” I smile back.

  “Nice to meet you, too, Leila.” She stops for a moment and then continues, “Let me guess.”

  “Guess… what?”

  “You’re single, right?”

  “Right. How did you know?”

  “Between 18 and 24, right?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “No kids?”

  “Ah… no. How did you know?” I ask again.

  “See these girls?” She gestures to the prone figures on the ground. “We’re all like that.”

  “You mean… the aliens caught young single women and keep them in this… cage?”

  “Exactly.”

  “What are they going to do to us?” My heart races much faster.

  “They sell us for money.”

  “Are you serious?” My eyes widen.

  “Yup.” She points at a tiny earring. “See this? They give it to me so that I can understand their language. They want me to listen to their orders and pass them to the girls.”

  “Oh, my gosh.” I’m so shocked. “Where are they going to sell us to?”

  “Don’t know. Some remote planet, I guess.”

  “What the fuck?” I mumble.

  Chapter Three

  LEILA

  I try to get some sleep. The floor is metal and cold. The air is filthy. I lay on my back but it’s too cold. I turn to my left side and use my arm as a pillow. This is going to be a long night.

  When I wake up, I see that all the girls are eating. I sit up and blink my eyes. A few big lamps on the roof are casting bright lights everywhere. It takes me a while to get used to it.

  Darcy smiles at me. “I’m guessing you’re hungry.”

  My belly begins to rumble. I nod slightly. She passes me two straw balls but nothing else. I look at them, not knowing what to do.

  S
he takes a tiny bite from a straw ball in her hand and then smiles, “Eat.”

  I take a bite. It tastes like some sort of seaweed. The smell is fresh, but it’s so dry, I can barely swallow it.

  “You will get used to it,” Darcy grins and takes another bite.

  “No water?” I ask.

  “Once a day.” She tosses her chin. I see a few faucets on the wall. “That’s for everything. Drinking, cleaning.”

  It takes me almost an hour to finish the two balls. I chew carefully and swallow hard. I want to finish them all because I know this is the only food I’m going to get for the day.

  Soon, I meet the other girls. They are mostly from the east coast, like New York, Boston, North Carolina, and Florida. A few girls are from the west but they were caught on their way to Disney World.

  There is a girl from Toronto, Canada. She was on her way to Chicago when she was sucked into the air from her car. “I thought it was a tornado.”

  They are all exhausted. No one wants to talk. They simply eat the straw balls and then lie still to save energy. When water runs down from the faucets, they run over to drink and wash.

  “This is hell. I want to get out of here.” I murmur to Darcy.

  She pushes a finger at her lips, looking at the door. “Shhh…”

  I don’t see any aliens outside but I keep quiet. After a while, she turns to me. “Okay, you can talk now.”

  “Did you hear anything?” I look at the earring.

  “I hear two aliens talking not far away. Maybe around the corner.”

  “What are they saying?”

  “Something dirty.” She stops for a short moment and then adds, “Fucking girls. Ah, yeah, they want the girls here.”

  “You mean they’re going to rape us?” My eyes widen. This is so gross. What if a girl gets pregnant? Is she going to give birth to an ugly creature like the ones who kidnapped us? I almost gag.

  “It happened before. Every girl is scared.” Darcy lowers her voice.

  I bite my lip and my brain is on rapid fire. “Darcy, I’d rather die than stay here,” I finally say.

  “But what can we do? We are up in the space. And those aliens have weapons.”

  “I’ve been thinking…you know what I noticed in the last few days? There are two kinds of aliens. One kind is short and skinny. They make decisions and give commands. The other kind is fat and strong. They take commands and watch us.”