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Lindsay stretched, awaking slowly from the most restful night's sleep she'd had in years. She reached out to find her covers, remembering that she'd fallen asleep without them, but her hands came up empty. Her eyes fluttered open, confused when her fingers made contact with a smooth, hard surface instead. It certainly didn't feel anything like her mattress. Her blurry-eyed vision couldn't find anything familiar in her surroundings, so she rubbed her eyes vigorously, trying to clear away the vestiges of sleep.
Her confusion deepened and she began to panic as her unveiled eyes took in the stark décor of the walls and floor around her—so different from the warm colors and the myriad of paintings hanging on her walls. She sat up slowly, looking for some explanation. But her fear grew as she found her ascent hampered, unable to sit up more than half way. She struggled to sit up further, but there was no point.
She worried for a moment that something had happened to her, but her surroundings didn't resemble a hospital room, nor were there any signs of other patients or personnel anywhere. Wherever she was, it wasn't a hospital, and whatever invisible force held her there, she was helpless to free herself from at the moment.
The only thing she could do was plead for help, though she already worried that whoever might come in response to her call wouldn't be there to help. Why else would she have been taken from her bed and now held captive in some foreign place? But regardless, it seemed like an almost innate response; she couldn't help but try to seek out freedom in any way possible.
“Hello? Is anyone there? What's going on?” she called out, anxiety clear in her voice.
She happened to look down, and her fear grew exponentially. She was covered only by a thin blanket, and in her struggles, she'd managed to jostle it down so it now only covered her from the waist down. Her upper body was fully exposed, her breasts just as bare as when she'd fallen asleep in her bed the night prior.
Her fear increased, but she forced herself to refrain from flying into a panic. Lindsay had always been the type of person to stay cool under pressure; or at least she'd been forced to learn to stay cool in tough times. She'd lost her parents the year she'd started college. On top of the emotional trauma, she'd become the sole full-time guardian to her fifteen-year-old brother and the benefactor to an immense amount of her parents' debt.
She'd taken on two part-time jobs, full-time college studies and still managed to make sure her brother, Adam, stayed on the straight and narrow, finished high school and enrolled in college. Every minute of free time she could muster was put toward spending quality time with Adam, trying to compensate for the loss of their parents in his life the best that she could.
So, while fear coursed through Lindsay's body, she forced her logical mind into action. Her eyes surveyed the room for any possible exit, should she have the opportunity to escape. Meanwhile, her hands traveled down to her hips where the invisible force seemed to be holding her in place, hoping to find some sort of restraint she could work to free herself from. But her eyes found no method of escape and her hands found no physical object holding her against the smooth, hard surface beneath her.
She leaned upward then as much as she could, surveying her body for injuries, but she found no bruises or cuts on her torso or her arms. She laid back and moved her hands to her head, searching for a bruise or contusion that might account for the odd scenario she found herself in; perhaps she had hit her head really hard and this was all just a dream. Maybe she was unconscious and imagining the whole thing.
But then again, if I'm unconscious and imagining all of this, it isn't likely I'll find a bump on my head, is it? Lindsay reasoned silently, ceasing her search for injuries.
Just then, a door opened and a man walked through; though he was unlike any man she'd ever seen before. Pale skin, intricate red tattoos covering his body and a strange luminescence radiating from him; he was both beautiful and terrifying. He looked at her and his orange eyes held her captive. He approached slowly, and Lindsay struggled against the invisible confines restricting her. But the closer he got, the more she felt a strange calmness shroud her fear.
“Don't be afraid. I understand this is a very unusual circumstance, but it will make much more sense soon. My name is Rogue,” he spoke.
His voice calmed her more, and within a moment, she couldn't help but lay back on the table, the languid feeling making it impossible to hold herself up. Her gaze remained his captive. She knew she should be terrified, struggling to get away, but even as the thought crossed her mind, something else caught her attention—the arousal coursing through her, heating her body and making her nether regions wet.
“What's going on?” she asked again. He stood right next to her then, and she was finding it difficult to concentrate at all as the arousal she felt started a throbbing need between her legs and she squeezed them shut tightly, not sure if she was trying to stave off the arousal or appease it with the rub of her thighs. Suddenly, she remembered that the blanket she wore covered only half her body and she moved quickly to cover her breasts with her arms.
“Don't do that, Lindsay. Those are far too beautiful to cover up,” he told her, and her heavy, languid arms fell to her sides, almost moaning aloud at the intensity of her arousal in response to his voice.
“The truth is, Lindsay, we need you,” Rogue told her as he reached out a hand to touch her skin. The look on his face made Lindsay wonder if he was testing something—her resistance or acquiescence, perhaps. His hand brushed away the blanket and rested against her thigh, and she could see that he was clenching his teeth, fighting back some urge within him.
“I don't understand,” she spoke, an utter look of confusion on her face.
“You wanted to be someone who made a difference, and you are going to make a difference in a way you could never have imagined. You are going to help save an entire species,” he told her.
But she had no idea what he was talking about. This didn't exactly look like the headquarters for the World Wildlife Fund.
A smile crossed the man's face and he spoke again, “Not an animal species as you may be thinking. But one that is so much like yours. It is my species that needs you. And don't worry; you are not alone. A select few of you will be the ones responsible for saving the entire species, and even making it better.”
The door that the strange humanoid man had entered through opened behind him, but this time a woman walked in, carrying a sleeping infant in her arms. She was the most beautiful woman Lindsay had ever seen. She moved across the room gracefully and came to stand on the other side of Lindsay, a sympathetic look on her face. She looked up at the humanoid man.
“Ny-len thought it might make it easier for her if I explained a little while you do...what you do,” the beautiful woman told him. The man nodded as his fingers started to draw tiny circles along her thigh, driving her arousal to heights she didn't know existed.
She couldn't muster up the will to resist, but instead, turned her head toward the woman as she began to speak.
“My name is Rachel. I know this is a little frightening, but you have nothing to worry about. In fact, I was in your exact place just a few months ago. And I can assure you it is an incredible experience,” Rachel told her emphatically.
The man's hand began to slide along her thigh to her naked pussy, making contact with her clit. His fingers stopped there, not moving, just pressing firmly against her. And her body betrayed her further, trying to force her hips off the table to press harder against the man's fingers, and then she began to writhe against him, rubbing against his fingers.
Rachel smiled and then continued speaking. “And I know how it feels to want to make a difference in the world. I wanted it so much, too. I think it might be a feature you and I both have that stands out and draws attention. You are going to make a difference, Lindsay. You'll understand later, but all I can do for now is encourage you to enjoy this time. You won't regret it,” she finished, a sensual grin flitting across her lips.
All of a sudden, Lindsay's hips bucked wildly off the table as the man's fingers began to vibrate, faster and faster against the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs. She moaned and sank back down onto the table, her legs spreading open of their own volition.
And then Rachel turned away and retreated from the room, leaving Lindsay alone with the man who was driving her body wild.
Though his eyes wandered everywhere, taking in every inch of her exposed body, he didn't touch her anywhere else, only his fingers against her clit. But she was grateful for that at the moment because she didn't think her body could take much more right now.
As the vibrations increased, her body continued to writhe and she moaned. The man leaned forward slowly until he was hovering over her mouth; his strange and beautiful orange eyes gazing into hers. And then he crossed the meager distance between them and his lips were against hers.
He moved gently at first, almost teasing her lips instead of kissing her, still looking directly into her eyes. And then his mouth pressed firmly against hers as his tongue came out to run back and forth along her lips. Lindsay knew what he wanted, and her body gave into to him without a second's hesitation. Her mouth opened, and his tongue delved inside, thrusting slowly at first. Her own tongue came out to meet his, and somehow, it seemed to stir him to new heights.
The vibrations against her clit increased and his tongue moved vigorously against hers. She moaned against his mouth as her body moved beneath his strange, vibrating fingers. Her orgasm began to build and she fought against it, knowing what she was allowing to happen here was so wrong. But, she wasn't strong enough to fight the vibrations stimulating her body and she started to cum, her back arching off the table at the intensity of her orgasm.
The man's fingers stopped vibrating then, and in the next moment, neither his fingers nor his mouth were on her. He stood, staring at her with a strange look; something akin to surprise if she had to guess. She couldn't imagine why he would be surprised, given that he was the one orchestrating whatever this was.
But, as the aftershocks of her orgasm began to fade, the stranger's perplexed look was no longer Lindsay's primary concern. Panic began to well within her anew, now not only at the strange situation she found herself, but also at the way she had responded. She must be crazy! She'd been kidnapped, laying nearly naked on a table with a strange, not quite human-looking man standing over her, and all her body could do was get horny? What the hell was wrong with her?
Before she could finish chastising herself for her ridiculous behavior, the man had turned and started toward the door. She contemplated calling out to him, seeking answers, but she was silent, not wanting to risk another encounter before she'd had time to sort out what was going on. The door opened and beyond the entrance she saw the woman again, this time she held no child in her arms. Instead she wore an unmistakable look of desire on her face, as did a new strange man, standing next to her.
Lindsay turned her head away and moved to cover herself. But as the door closed, blocking the strangers from her view, she realized that whatever invisible restraint that had held her there was gone.
“When did that happen?” she spoke aloud, and then wondered if she'd been free all the time the odd man had been stimulating her body. “Oh God! What's wrong with me?!?” she cried, standing and wrapping the blanket around her to cover her body.
She wandered around the room, feeling every crack and crevice on the floor and wall, looking for some loose board or secret exit that would allow her to escape. But as her search came up empty, the door opened once again, the woman walking casually into the room.
“Sit down, Lindsay,” the woman said kindly. “I know exactly what's going through your head, because it went through mine, too, when I was first brought here,” Rachel told her, an understanding look in her eyes.
Rachel continued walking over to the smooth, hard table in the middle of the room and sat down on the edge, waiting patiently for Lindsay to join her. At first, she didn't know what to do, but the woman's words were somehow comforting, and so she acquiesced, returning to sit next to her.
“The infant I was holding—that is my son. Just a few months ago, I had absolutely no intention of having children anytime soon; in fact, it was the furthest thing from my mind. I was desperately trying to break into the acting field…I wanted to be famous,” Rachel said with a shrug.
“Not for mere fame and fortune, but to be a powerful voice in this world. Unfortunately, I wasn't getting very far, and one night, staring at the oddly bright star in the sky, I made a wish...just as you did last night. And then I was here, with the same fear and panic as you're experiencing...and the intense arousal, too. You see, you are drawn to them in the same way that they are drawn to you. That draw tells them that you will be an ideal match. And this is the scary part, Lindsay: you're an ideal match to be a mother of a brand new, blended species,” Rachel told her gently and Lindsay's panic increased tenfold.
“Before you fly off your rocker, just listen,” Rachel smiled. “Their species, they are weak for so much of their lives, and they don't live nearly as long as we do. These two flaws combined has left a war waging on their planet for far too long. A strong, healthy species is the only possible way to bring peace to the planet. My son is the first of that blended species,” she beamed proudly.
“You don't have to be a part of this, Lindsay. They won't make you, but you will want to regardless, and you'll come to see it as a wonderful thing; a real way to make a difference, even if it isn't in the original way you had intended. You've already seen the way your body responds to them. It already knows what it wants. And I can tell you from experience that you'll have to put up one hell of a fight within yourself to refuse your body what it wants. Every time they're near, you'll lose that will, and you'll succumb. It's just the way it is. But, the sooner you look inside to see that this is really what your body wants, the sooner you can stop that fighting, and let your body lead. You have no idea what those men are capable of, I assure you,” Rachel finished with a wink, patting her back reassuringly.
Lindsay sighed, finding Rachel's comforting touch far more relaxing than she would have expected.
“It's odd, I know. Since having my son, some of whatever unique powers their species possesses appears to have rubbed off on me,” Rachel remarked, seemingly to herself as she stared at her hand on Lindsay's back.
“What do you mean?” Lindsay queried.
“The way my touch is relaxing you right now...seems like it shouldn't be so, given the circumstances, right? Well, they have this incredible ability to calm even the most panicked or angry person...and I guess I have a little bit of that now, too,” Rachel told her, and Lindsay knew without a doubt that she told the truth; the look of wonder on the woman's face was too raw to have been concocted, even if she had been an aspiring, young actress.
“So, what happens now?” she asked, no longer afraid but curious instead.
“Damn, that woman's relaxing thing definitely isn't made up!” she thought incredulously, realizing the change in her own thinking in response.
“You're going to have the time of your life now, an experience that will make you wonder why you ever wasted your time on human men,” Rachel explained with a naughty grin as her eyes went blank momentarily, obviously remembering back to her own experience.
With that, she rose from the table. And as if on cue, the door across the room opened and two men entered this time. Upon seeing them, Lindsay's arousal returned anew, and the closer they came, the more her body responded. However, it was somehow evident to her that while both men were causing her body to stir, it responded far more to the one who had been in the room before...Rogue.
They stood before her then, and she squeezed her thighs together as she sat on the edge of the table, knowing with certainty this time that it was in an attempt to appease the throbbing ache between her legs. Rachel whispered back and forth with the other stranger briefly and then left the room. Lindsay's eyes followed her until the door closed firmly behind her, and she turned her attention instead to the humanoid men in front of her.
“This is Ny-len, my brother,” Rogue introduced the man standing next to him. “You're far too covered up, Lindsay,” Rogue told her in a husky, sensual voice, driving her just as wild as it had before.
She had no idea why, but she stood then and unhooked the blanket from where it had been fastened between her breasts. The blanket fell to the floor and she stood there naked as the two men perused her body. It should have made her uncomfortable, but instead it turned her on, and in that moment, her arousal took full control of her body. Rachel had been right...she wouldn't have the strength to resist.
Her hands came up from her sides to cup her heavy breasts, enjoying the men's eyes on her body. Rogue groaned and his hands moved over hers, guiding her movements and forcing her to squeeze her tits harder. A moan escaped her lips unbidden in response to the increased pressure. The two of them working together on her breasts while the other man watched seemed so erotic.
Rogue leaned forward then, his face moving toward hers ever so slowly, his eyes meeting hers as they had before. Just as his lips made contact with hers, Ny-len left the place he'd been standing and moved behind her, his hands coming up to wander along her body. He started at the back of her neck, trailing softly downward, along her shoulders, the backs of her arms, and then back up to the top of her neck. Rogue deepened the kiss, his tongue entering Lindsay's parted lips, as he continued to use her hands to squeeze her breasts.
Ny-len's fingers trailed slowly down her back, making tiny circles that both relaxed and stimulated her at the same time. He lingered when he reached her hips and Rogue withdrew from her mouth, looking up at Ny-len briefly. In the next moment, Ny-len had edged his way up on the table behind her and he had used his hold on her hips to lift her up onto his lap, his legs in between hers.
Lindsay's hands fell away from her tits as she was lifted up and Rogue's hands replaced hers. He clutched her tits, running his thumbs back and forth across her nipples as he continued to meet her gaze. And then his thumbs began to vibrate gently against her.
The sensations coursing through her body, Rogue's eyes holding hers captive; it was the most sensual experience she'd ever had. Ny-len's legs began to move, spreading Lindsay's open in the process and leaving her smooth, bare slit completely exposed to Rogue's gaze. Ny-len's hands left her hips and grazed along the crease of her thighs, moving forward between her legs. His fingers spread her lips open, revealing her glistening wetness and then he stilled. Rogue continued to squeeze Lindsay's breasts while his eyes locked on her pussy.
She moaned, so enthralled with the erotic nature of the scene. And yet, her body writhed, trying to force Ny-len's fingers to move against her. But it was Rogue who moved next, one of his hands leaving her breasts, sliding down her ribs, her stomach, to tease her slit in between Ny-len's fingers. And there, right before her eyes, his hand began to change. In just a few seconds, his hand transformed into a phallus-like shape as he continued to rub back and forth. He entered her then, just the slightest, and Ny-len released her lips, moving his hands to her hips once again.
She didn't understand why at first, but then his intention became crystal clear. The teasing sensation of Rogue's...hand...just inside her entrance was driving her insane, making her ache for more. She went to move, to force him further inside, but she couldn't; Ny-len's hold on her hips prevented her. She moaned again, part in pleasure and part in frustration. And then her frustration increased tenfold as Rogue's phallic-shaped hand began to vibrate. She strained against Ny-len's hands, but his hold on her was relentless.
Rogue smiled at her frustration. “Be patient. There's no reason to hurry,” he told her. Then he moved, sliding inside her just a little bit further, but not quite far enough.
“Oh please, just a little bit further,” she breathed, her eyes ablaze with arousal, pleading with the man who tormented her with pleasure.
Her request seemed to please Rogue, and she was rewarded instantly as he slid just a little further into her pussy, coming in direct contact with the most responsive flesh in her body. He continued to vibrate there, gliding back and forth inside her to enhance the sensation even more. Her body writhed, despite Ny-len's hold on her as she moaned, whimpered and grasped at Rogue's hard, muscular shoulders.
“Oh God, that feels so good,” Lindsay uttered as her head rolled back.
“Look at me, Lindsay. Don't stop looking at me,” Rogue told her and she met his gaze once again. “That's right. I want to see you cum; I want to see the look in your eyes when you can't hold back any longer,” he continued.
She knew it wouldn't be long, pressure already mounting within her in a way she'd only ever read about, but never experienced before. She knew he'd found her G-spot; it was a sensation unlike any other. Within moments, her moans turned to screams as she started to cum harder than ever before, soaking everything around her, but never breaking Rogue's gaze.
He removed his hand from her and rubbed his phallus-shaped hand all over her, covering her folds and her clit with her own wetness. She shivered as she felt her body become aroused again already, even before the aftershocks of her orgasm had faded.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against hers, speaking as he did, “You looked incredible coming like that, but we're not finished yet,” he told her.
As he spoke, Ny-len's hand left her hip and moved to her clit, instantly vibrating hard against her. She jolted forward, pressing her lips hard against Rogue's and delving her tongue inside his mouth. Her hands came up around his neck and entwined there, holding him to her. In the next moment, his phallic-shaped hand was at her entrance once again, but this time, instead of teasing her there, he plunged deep inside her, sliding in and out rapidly as the size of him changed to fill her completely.
Her body was overwhelmed too fast; she had absolutely no control over her movements. She writhed, bucked, dug her fingers into Rogue's shoulders and leaned her body back hard against Ny-len, all as her body quickly built toward her next orgasm. Rogue left her mouth and trailed kisses along her neck as he thrust inside of her.
Lindsay's hands moved to Rogue's back, thrilling to the sensation of his sinewy muscles moving beneath her hands. Her fingers dug in harder as her moans became louder and she started to cum again, just moments after her last earth-shattering orgasm. As she spasmed around the phallic-shaped hand inside her, Rogue groaned loudly. He withdrew, holding his strange hand just inches from her opening, coming while his eyes flared with pleasure at the sight of her.
She didn't have long to recover; Ny-len's hands were on her hips once again, lifting her upward. As he lowered her back onto his lap, his cock penetrated her. She hadn't been anticipating it, and she moaned loudly in response, her eyes opening wide as he filled her, forcing her inner walls to accommodate his massive girth. He stilled for a moment, giving her a second to adjust as Rogue leaned in and continued his trail of kisses back up her neck, across her jawline.
And then Rogue found her lips again. His hands moved to either side of her face, and the tenderness of his kiss surprised her; it was gentle and beseeching, not fervent or demanding. His eyes were open, peering into hers, and she could have sworn that he was doing so much more than kissing her; he was forging some sort of connection with her, somehow even more intimate than the physical acts thus far; it was touching and arousing at the same time. Perhaps it was one of the strange powers the woman had spoken of. But even though she'd only known this man for such a brief time, and her only interaction with him had been this strange, deep arousal, she couldn't help but respond in kind.
She met his lips with the same tenderness, staring back into his eyes and feeling connected to him in a way she'd never experienced.
Then, before his hands had reached their destination, she already knew where he would touch her next. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, and her hips gyrated toward him as his fingers found her, stimulating her with slow, teasing vibrations.
Just then, Ny-len began to move. With her legs off the ground and spread wide open, she could get no leverage from her position, leaving Ny-len fully in control of her movements. He lifted her up and lowered her back down onto his thick cock again and again, slowly at first. As Rogue’s vibrations against her clit increased, Ny-len's thrusts became faster and faster. Her orgasm built, but right before she reached her peak, he lifted her off of him, flipping her around to put her back toward Rogue with Ny-len’s cock directly in front of her face.
Lindsay didn't need an invitation. She leaned forward, teasing the tip of his cock with her tongue and then trailing down and back of the length of his shaft. She repeated the action again, and then one more time, enjoying hearing the man groan in a mixture of pleasure and frustration.
But before her tongue could glide along his cock one more time, his hands were twined in the hair at the back of her head, gently pressing her downward and filling her mouth with his dick. He continued the gentle pressure until he reached the back of her throat and then released her, allowing her to withdraw slowly until only the head of his cock remained in her mouth. She slid back down then, without Ny-len's guidance, trying to force more of him in than the last time. She continued, bobbing up and down on his cock, her speed and enthusiasm increasing exponentially as Rogue's fingers found her clit once again, buzzing furiously as he pressed firmly against her.
Ny-len's hips thrust upward to meet Lindsay's mouth and she sucked him faster. He withdrew, maintaining his gentle hold on the back of her head, keeping her lips just inches from his cock as he spiraled over the edge, covering her lips with his release. It was naughty, erotic and surprising all in one; her tongue ran across her lips tentatively, finding a sweet, sensual taste unlike anything she'd ever tasted before.
Rogue grabbed her hips, turning her around to face him. He moved to the ground, pulling her along with him until she sat, straddled on top with his cock poised at her entrance. His hips thrust upward to meet her as she lowered herself down onto him, allowing him to enter her pussy ever so slowly. He filled her, and stretched her more than she ever thought possible; the sensation was incredible. She continued her slow descent until she'd taken in every inch of him. Her hands moved to support herself on either side of Rogue's shoulders, her breasts dangling just inches from his face and her eyes locked with his once again.
Lindsay leaned her head down, kissing Rogue's lips gently before she leaned back fully, using her hands against his chest for support as she began to move. She felt more wanton and wild than ever before in her life as she rode him hard.
His fingers found her clit, vibrating rapidly. She rode faster and the vibrations multiplied, and her speed increased even more. Her tits bounced wildly and Rogue leaned his head up to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. She was almost there, just seconds away from the umpteenth orgasm she'd experienced with these strange men. Her back arched and she plunged his length deep inside her one more time, stilling as her inner walls began to rhythmically clench around him.
He reached for her, pulling her down against his chest and rolling until he was on top of her, never leaving her body. And then Ny-len was there, kneeling beside her. One of his hands moved to cup her breasts while the other moved in between the two on the floor, finding her clit as Rogue began to thrust. Just seconds after her last orgasm, the vibrations began there again, stimulating her ultra-sensitized flesh. Her body moved, though she wasn't even sure if it was to flee the over-stimulation or to seek it out more. The buzzing grew stronger, and she screamed louder as the sensations overtook her, this orgasm even more intense than the last.
And still, it wasn't over. Ny-len's fingers continued to vibrate, pressing fast circles against her clit. Rogue's pace increased, but she could sense in his movements that he was still holding himself back, gritting his teeth to stave of the inevitable, climactic end. But Ny-len did not hold back; she didn't think it was possible, but the vibrations from his fingers grew even stronger. His hand caressing her tits moved to one nipple, pinching it gently between his fingers as the vibrations began there, too.
Lindsay didn't think her body could take much more. Even in the throes of pleasure, a wry thought came to her. She wondered if a body could be as overwhelmed by pleasure as it could be by pain, both succumbing to unconsciousness to escape the intense sensations. As if in answer to her question, her body began to build relentlessly toward another orgasm. She screamed as she reached her peak, her back arching off the ground, giving Rogue even deeper access. He bucked forward, thrusting inside her to the hilt. He withdrew, plunged deep inside her hot, wet core and withdrew again, fucking her harder and harder as the vibrations continued against her clit.
And within moments, she was there again. She came hard, spasming around Rogue's cock. His resistance was overcome and he leaned down; his tongue plunged inside her mouth as he erupted deep inside her.
He stayed there for a moment while Ny-len withdrew his hand from between them. It was sweet relief and insufferable disappointment at the same time to feel the vibrations against her cease. And a moment later, she felt empty as Rogue withdrew from her and rolled next to her on the floor. But Rogue seemed to know the emptiness she felt and he sought to assuage the loss. His hand moved to rub her there, letting his fingers trail languidly along her slit, not to arouse but to soothe.
Lindsay closed her eyes, enjoying his slow, languorous movements. And then she was asleep, spent from the most intense experience she'd ever had.