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FERTILE FOR ALIENS BUNDLE
3 stories of women being fertilized rough by alien princes!
A trio of tales where aliens claim females who are ripe and ready to have seed planted hard and deep inside. Includes Fertile for Aliens 1-3, Chance, Anabel, and Iris. Get the bundle and save!
A bundle of erotic alien takeover stories featuring fertile fun with hungry, multi-limbed aliens and DP with rear entry.
Genre: Sci-Fi Erotica
Length: Around 8,659 words
Copyright © 2017 by Jade Bleu
First eBook Publication: November 2017
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Fertile for Aliens 1: Chance
Fertile for Aliens 2: Anabel
Fertile for Aliens 3: Iris
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Taken hard and fertile to give heirs to a multi-limbed alien prince!
Chance was one of the chosen earth women to be offered to the visitors for mating. She was still undergoing tests when a large alien burst in to take her fertility rough right by the treadmill...extra appendages and all.An erotic alien takeover story featuring fertile fun with a hungry, multi-limbed alien and DP with surprise rear entry.
The aliens were coming for me—quite literally—and there was nothing I could do but accept my fate. My parents had promised me as a breeding mate, because our family was among the chosen and I was the only female of appropriate age to offer up. My name was Chance, and I had just become their chance. Going quietly meant my family would be safe from retaliation by the government, and so I did what any responsible woman of sexual maturity would do to protect her own during an alien invasion.
Not away from the aliens, for there was no point. A tracking device had been shot into me the moment I’d been selected. I was taken to a holding facility, a place where I would be tested for suitability...and if I passed, I would meet the alien male who would breed me. It was there that I ran and ran some more. I was put through a battery of tests, many of them while I was running on a treadmill. Apparently, they wanted to be sure I was in good shape and had plenty of stamina.
That, along with the photos they flashed on screen, made me wonder what the hell I was in for. I ran while they showed me images of various aliens—grays, blues, blobs of slimy goo—and monitored my heart rate and pupil reaction. I thought for a moment that if I acted petrified, maybe they would declare me unfit and send me back. But then, would my family be exempted from the breeding pool? Somehow, I doubted it. My mother could be next, or perhaps my younger sister.
I ran faster, my heart racing when they began showing images of long-limbed aliens, creatures with massive eyes and wide mouths. I wouldn’t shy away. I would be brave. Then a door slid open into my exam room. The man who strode in, escorted by officials in suits, almost made my heart stop.
He was no mere man, that was obvious enough from his bluish-gray skin color and other anomalies. But neither was he like any of the images they’d showed of aliens. Long black hair hung over powerful shoulders, and some of the strands seemed like dreadlocks—only they were ruffling slightly. Alive. He was shirtless, dressed in only some kind of tribal-style skirt. Every inch of him bulged with muscle, looking very much like a human male’s physiology. He was staring at me, watching me run, his gaze tracing my curves and the sway of my ponytail as it swung behind me. I kept going, feeling rivulets of sweat slide down inside my tank top, and I stared right back into his ice-blue eyes. Or wait. They were getting darker, the black pupils widening by the second.
This was him. The alien who would inseminate me, planting an otherworldly species in my belly. How would he do it? Did he have a test tube to use, clinical and detached? Or parts of anatomy that lined up with my own?
“Ngh-chuk,” he said. “Frumverah kalai.”
I had no idea what that meant, but after a few moments, my treadmill shut down. I slowed, panting hard to catch my breath, and got off to stand beside the equipment as the alien approached. He was big—much taller than me. A bulge was evident beneath his skirt, showing me an outline of an erection that seemed very male, and yet somehow different.
“Karan tom-sa,” he said to me.
I swallowed and wiped my brow, looking to his human escorts for a translation. They just stood there.