Finally, it’s here. My first full-length science fiction erotic romance — and it’s a dark romance too. <evil grin>
Originally published in the USA Today bestselling anthology, Bound, Spanked & Loved, my little story was but a 21K short novella.
It’s, um, grown a bit since then.
Now a full-length novel exceeding 70,000 words, Taking The Human transformed into a deeper, more mysterious — and far, far dirtier — story than I’d ever imagined. In fact, it opened up the possibility of an entire world of stories set amid a much larger growing conflict on a galactic scale. (Those follow-up tales may never see the light of day. We’ll see though…)
For any readers who are shaking their heads, saying “I don’t read sci fi” I really hope you give this one a chance. Just because the setting and genre is different doesn’t mean this one isn’t every bit as depraved and smutacular as my contemporary stuff is. It’s all that … and probably more:) This book may be my most overt exploration yet of the Master/slave dynamic, and at times it walks that fine line between dub con and non con.
These huge, muscled alpha male aliens are really, really interested in the luscious form of the human female — and they don’t really seem to care what the lucky lady thinks about such attention.
I hope you enjoy it!
(read on after the description for an X-rated excerpt…)
Product Description
He took everything from her … and she found the only thing she ever really needed.
For Alisse Southwick, the problem wasn’t just the musclebound 8 foot tall alien who’d taken her from everything she’d ever known. No, the problem was she was seriously contemplating trading the knowledge that unlocked the secrets of the universe in exchange for her freedom — sexual and otherwise. She was a woman of science, yes, but why did the alien holding her captive have to look like something out of her darkest wet dreams?
From the moment he’d set eyes on her, Lukanos knew only one thing: he had to have her. But there was one minor problem — she was a human. To even show himself to a human — let alone abducting one — was against every law of his people. But each time he looked at her, those sparkling, keen eyes, the long, sable hair, and the lush, shapely body human females were notorious — and celebrated — for, his resolve to follow the law, to obey his people’s sacred Directive, was in serious danger of crumbling. He knew he wasn’t supposed to want her — but he knew somehow, someway, she would be his — whether she was ready for it or not.
Taking a human being was much more than an abduction though — it was a taboo act. Fearing he’d lose more than his commission in the Survey Corps, Lukanos quickly learned he was far from the only one of his people obsessed with human females. He wasn’t the only one keeping a female slave.
The repercussions for capturing humans were serious, but Lukanos was prepared to endure them. He’d endure almost anything to make the gorgeous human his, in every way.
But what’s a captor supposed to do when he begins to fall for his captive? Does he keep her as the only thing she’ll ever be on his world — a sexual plaything? Or must he — for the first time in his life — do the right thing?
Publisher’s Warning: This science fiction dark romance is intended only for mature audiences. 18 and over only!
This novel contains the following themes or activities: pervasive BDSM, capture fantasy, intense and explicit sex, spanking, anal play, TPE, and other acts of unequal power dynamics. If any of these might be offensive to you, please do not buy or read this book.
Word Count: 70,578 words
Note: This title was originally published as a short novella (21K words) in the USA Today best-selling anthology, Bound, Spanked, and Loved.
The story has since been GREATLY expanded from 21k words to over 70k words. For readers who read the original story, this is a much deeper, richer story and in many respects is essentially a new book.
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Excerpt
A Slave Is Taken
He could barely control himself as he watched her climb up onto the mattress, her heavy breasts swaying, the marks from his spanking of them now reddish blotches across that clear, soft skin. Her eyes never left his as she obeyed his command.
“On your back, and put your hands above your head. Bring your hands down before I give you permission, and you’re going to get more than just a cunt whipping.”
Her mouth dropped open, color exploding at her cheeks, but she haltingly complied, her eyes wide as they peered up at him from between her arms. He knelt on the mattress, taking hold of her ankles and drawing her legs up, pushing them back against her until her thighs pressed down upon her reddened breasts. She gasped as he held her feet just beyond her shoulders, exposing her completely to whatever he chose to do to her.
And wanted to do very much indeed.
The backs of her legs were pale, unmarked, in stark contrast to the congested scarlet pattern the flogger had left across the front of her lush thighs. He stroked a palm down her trembling flesh, savoring the smoothness of her alabaster skin. She whimpered when he gave her a soft pinch.
“Be quiet. If you can’t, it’s the gag again. Understand?”
She nodded frantically, her lips pressed together, an adorable furrow growing between her delicate eyebrows. He wasn’t sure if she was aroused, or frightened. He hoped it was both. Either way, he wasn’t about to spare her.
His voice was tight with lust, his higher reasoning threatening to shut down as he looked down upon the splayed, well-flogged sex, the glistening, swollen slit calling to him, her clit standing up, inflamed and reddened from the merciless lash of the leathers. He knew in this position it would be an especially tight fit for her, but he didn’t care. He was going to fuck that cunt whether she was ready or not. The wait had been torturous enough as he’d watched the flogger grow wet with each impact against her sodden pussy, watched those big breasts wobble and bounce under both his hard hand and the viper’s kiss of the leather tails.
Her eyes watched him closely as he took hold of his cock, stroking it slowly. He tapped the head against the hot, soaking cleft of her sex, a line of her wetness sticking to him as he pulled away.
“You’re soaking wet, slave girl. Who’d have thought a stiff dose of the flogger across your little cunt would have your clit standing up like that?” He stroked the head of his cock against the bright red nodule, Alisse’s eyes closing as she let out a soft gasp.
“That’s a girl. No matter how much I punished it, this little clit wants more, doesn’t she?”
Her cheeks flamed as he spoke the words, slapping her pussy with his cock, the wet sounds almost obscene, an indictment of her deep, shameful arousal at her punishment.
Human women were very interesting indeed.
He circled her clit with his fingertips, gently at first, then harder, all the while stroking his cock. Within moments, she was panting, her head thrown back, her hips rotating with the relentless frictioning of her swollen clit.
“Open your eyes, Alisse. Watch.” He bent low, the heat rolling off of her sex in waves, the scent of her driving him insane. He clamped a hand around both of her knees as he met her gaze, forcing her legs back still further, her pussy raising closer as her hips rotated.
Her lower lip trembled, another tear tracking down her cheek as she looked at him.
She panted again as he laved her from her small, tight anus all the way up to that hard little nodule at the apex of her slit. He finished with a hard suck of her clit, making her hips buck. Her taste was slightly different than that of Yaanfahri females, earthier, spicier — and her sex was absolutely flooded.
He loved it.
Doing it again, he met her eyes once more as he splayed his tongue upon her glistening perineum then glided upward. Her white teeth clamped down over her lower lip, her eyes closing again as he licked slowly through her soft, swollen cleft, savoring her juices, the way she panted, her mouth as red and swollen as the petals of her poor, punished pussy.
But he could take no more, rising, placing the broad head of his cock at her entrance. She stilled, her thighs growing tight under his palms. He locked his gaze with hers as he pushed inside, the motion slow, but steady. He didn’t want to tear her, but he definitely wanted her to feel it, to struggle with it.
That this would never be easy for her just made his cock harder, his lust deepen. He wanted to possess her in every way possible, make her his slave, the rightful owner, the despot ruling her body, her heart, and her soul. She would hide none of it from him, and it would all be his.
Pushing deeper, she panted again, her tongue peeking out from between her lips as she looked up at him, a lost dazed look glazing her eyes as he pressed fully inside. Her breath came fast, almost frantic, her sex squeezing like a vice around him. He stroked a fingertip down labia stretched around his cock. Her clit, if anything, had swollen still more, fully engorged, peeking well out from under the hood of flesh protecting it, the nodule against the top of his cock as he took up a brisk, deep thrusting.
She was so small that in order to thrust into her properly, he had to curl over her, his knees bent under her writhing hips.
Adjusting his position, he planted a hand on the mattress on either side of her, letting her legs down. She curled them around his arms, the position keeping her legs well up and out of his way, allowing him to thrust hard, sounding the deepest depths of her sodden cunt.
“Squeeze that cunt, slave girl. Tighten as I go deep, release as I retreat.” He was near panting himself, as his hips pounded her harder and harder, bouncing her small body upon the mattress below him. “You will learn this. Yes, tight, just like that.”
She whimpered, even as she obeyed him, her mouth hanging open.
“I know it’s tight. You’ll adapt, slave girl. Your pussy will stretch.” He went particularly deep, the head of his cock pressing hard against the opening to her womb for a moment. “It wants this, wants my cock to fuck it hard, even if it hurts.”
“Oh God, yes,” she hissed, her head whipping between her arms now, her fingers wrapped around the underside of the headboard. “Please… oh God… hurts… don’t stop, Sir!”
He pulled back, changing the angle, lowering his hips so his cock glided along the top wall of her sex, back and forth, over and over. He’d read about it in his many quiet hours observing the Terran humans. It was a peculiar sexual phenomenon of the females, brought about by stimulation of certain tissue within the vagina. It had no analogue among Yaanfahri women, and he’d always been curious about it.
He intended to satisfy his curiosity whether his slave girl wanted him to or not.
“Please… sir… oh fuck.”
He grinned, loving the desperate shrillness of her voice, her sex gripping around him as he used the head of his cock to stroke that same spot within her over and over again.
“Squeeze that cunt tighter, slave girl.” He slapped her thigh as he thrust within her, shaking her body with each stroke. “Tighter! Press down, let it build.”
Her voice was soon a steady keening, but she obeyed, clamping down even harder.
“Good girl, that’s it. Tighter.”
He bit off a groan, his climax building, his balls slapping against her dripping sex as he plunged within her. With a quick flurry of strokes, she froze, crying out, the sound almost surprised as she exploded around him, her sex squeezing over and over, a flood of hot fluids soaking his cock, dripping from his swinging balls as he continued to pound into her. Her face was pressed to her inner arm, her delicate flesh caught between her teeth as she screamed once, and again, her face, neck, and upper chest suffused with a crimson blush.
His orgasm boiling up, he pressed her legs back again, her breath coming in frantic, staccato gasps as he slammed into her repeatedly, the flesh of her thighs and buttocks rippling as his hips smacked into her with each deep thrust.
Then he went over, his vision graying out as he poured his seed into his helpless slave girl. She sighed and moaned as the last of his spurts filled her to overflowing, his semen running down her cleft, wetting the sheets below.
“That was… oh fuck…”
Out of breath, her chest rose and fell like a bellows, her well-spanked breasts pressing against him as he laid over her. His sweat dripping down upon her as he finally pulled himself up, though keeping his grip upon her thighs. He quite liked the feeling of bending her near in half, immobilizing her as he used her cunt in whatever way he liked.
What’s happened to you, Lieutenant?
It had been a gradual realization, perhaps even an evolution. He wondered if his newfound taste for subjugation and control was simply the allure of power, absolute dominion over one very sexual — and surprisingly hot-blooded — little human. Perhaps she simply brought out in him that which had always been there, just waiting for the right time to be unleashed?
He stilled, gazing down upon his red-faced, wide-eyed captive, thinking himself perhaps the luckiest Yaanfahri to ever live.
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There is something in the air. I am about 2/3rds through my latest, a Sci Fi Alien Dominant! Yep… and guess what, purple abounds. LOL. What is it they say about great minds?
Hopefully your genius will pave my way. 🙂
I cannot WAIT to read that, Maggie:)