Here’s the next in my ‘First Chapters’
ALIEN MANHUNT 2
Hunted, 2
Jennifer Denys
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
“No way am I running
around naked.”
The two others also
standing in the immense forest looked at Greg in astonishment. He knew he
sounded petulant, however, he hadn’t expected Espoornia, the home of his
elf-like alien partner, Suva, would be so damn cold. It was nothing like their
home on the space station, Orion One, which served as an administration,
communications and military point for the various nations that co-habited that
area of the galaxy. Even his birth planet of Earth, which he hadn’t visited for
some years, was far warmer. Unless you were at the poles of his home world, of
course.
He shivered and resisted
the urge to cup his cock. “If I run around with no clothes on my dick will go
blue. Jeez, it will do more than that—it will freeze and drop off!”
Suva said something in
his own language and stormed off, his long yellow coat flowing behind him as
his lengthy strides took him back to their car shuttle. A densely covered
planet, it was impossible to fly from one place to another so the only
transport was land-based. Even taking this vehicle involved a journey of many
hours.
Taran, the third in their
relationship, a reptilian from the planet Cinattra, gave a quirky smile, his
dark eyes twinkling in amusement at Suva’s outburst as Greg glanced in his
direction. The alien looked away, as if he didn’t want to repeat the
Espoornian’s words.
Greg huffed. “So what did
Suva just say? I am guessing he swore at me, or something?”
On the space station,
translations were broadcast immediately if anyone spoke anything other than the
galactic language. There were no such facilities in the middle of the cold—but
stunningly beautiful—forest where the trees rose to impossibly soaring heights.
It made Greg dizzy looking up.
Taran laughed and Greg
studied him, amazed that the youngest of the trio could go bare-chested in this
temperature. He might be presenting his gorgeous red, muscular chest, as was
normal in his culture, the scales on the sides of his body showing above the
belt, but Taran was from a hot world, which made it even stranger to Greg. At
least Taran wore leather boots to match his black, jewel-encrusted skirt and
the band around his neck. The latter was a sign of his submission.
The Cinattran nodded.
“Yes. It was something about your manhood being too small to drop off, and even
if it did he would stuff it up your soft human backside.”
Greg’s face tightened.
But he couldn’t stay angry for long, and a chuckle escaped him. “I’ll show him too small one of these days!” Walking
over to Taran, he ruffled his partner’s long red hair, tied back in its
customary plait, so different from his own closely cropped hair. Greg was the
dominant one in the relationship, having picked up both guys at a bar on the
space station. Suva could switch between roles, being submissive with him while
dominant with Taran, who was submissive to both of them. Their relationship
usually worked well.
Except everything had
changed. At least for the moment. When Suva brought them to his planet they
thought it was for a holiday, to see his home and meet his family. Then he
revealed that his people were telepathic. That stunned them into silence, until
Suva told them he was aware of Taran’s deepest desire to be the one in control
for a change—and Greg’s fantasy of being the submissive, just once in his life.
Suva had smiled gleefully as he told them he planned for them to carry out
their dreams here on his planet.
“You’ve done what?”
Angrier than he had ever
been, Greg had looked at both his partners. Taran’s dark, almost demonic face
lit up with unexpected excitement, while Suva’s amber eyes changed from
smugness to uncertainty at Greg’s ire.
Unsure what to say, torn
between being angry at the deception and amused by Taran’s reaction, Greg had
shaken his head. A little part of him was intrigued—and excited—by the idea,
too. “Okay, you overgrown elf. You’ve got our attention. So what are your
plans?”
Suva had explained he
would take them to a place, deep in the forests and let them run loose, the
excitement in his voice tinged with relief that they had taken his news so
well.
However, now they were
here, Greg was not happy. His stomach churned in his anxiety.
What have I gotten myself into?
He wasn’t sure he could
be submissive after all, but he didn’t want to tell Taran, knowing that the
Cinattran would be gutted by his about-face, and it would annoy Suva after all
his efforts.
Wrapping an arm around
Taran’s neck Greg kissed the top of his head, being much taller than the small
Cinattran. “I still can’t believe Suva set us up this way.”
Taran turned to look up
at Greg, biting his hip as he did. “Will you still go through with his plan?”
Smiling softly, Greg winked.
He had to do this, if only for Taran. “Of course, I will. I know how much you
want this. I admit it will probably be fun. But I’m only doing it on my terms.”
Suva’s deceit, keeping his ability secret from them, still rankled with Greg.
He also suspected there was more to his plan than Suva let on. After all, what
was his elf-lord going to do while Taran was chasing Greg around the forest?
And why did they have to come to Espoornia to act out their fantasies?
Something coiled around
his leg.
What on earth?
Worried it was some alien
snake Greg jumped and looked down. It was Taran’s tail. His young lover had a
habit of doing that when something disturbed him. Using his other hand, Greg
cupped Taran’s face and raised it so he could plant a kiss on the Cinattran’s
hot lips, which instantly opened, allowing Greg to ease his tongue inside.
Taran tightened his arms—and tail—around the human.
Greg could feel Taran’s
cock hardening against him. Instead of grasping it as he would normally have
done, or gripping the alien’s tail and squeezing, he stroked Taran’s scales,
running his hands gently over the Cinattran’s back and enjoying the feel of the
ridges of alien skin beneath his fingertips. Taran’s hands closed around Greg’s
sides and he felt the pinpricks of talons. It both pained him and aroused him
in equal measures.
Just as he was about to
lift Taran up and push him against the broad trunk of the tree behind,
expecting the submissive to close his muscular thighs around Greg’s waist, a
loud hum penetrated his thoughts.
Reluctantly releasing the
object of his desire, Greg looked around. Suva was standing in front of them.
Being incredibly tall, the Espoornian towered over the other two. His arms were
crossed and he was clearly impatient. Humming was Suva’s particular habit when
upset. Greg knew the idiosyncrasies of both of them pretty well by now.
While Taran epitomized
his ideal man in terms of being immensely fit and muscular, Suva was more
typical of the men Greg was usually attracted to, the tall fair types. Although
the Espoornian’s yellow, cat-like, eyes were so different from his own blue
ones—or, indeed, any other human’s.
Greg studied him. Suva
was something of an enigma, not easy to pin down since he could switch his
emotions so easily from dominant to submissive. He struggled a little to accept
this incredibly beautiful alien, despite it being love—or at least lust—at
first sight. But it was also because Suva was the oldest and the tallest. And
yet the Espoornian had never attempted to dominate Greg. In fact, he had seemed
quite happy to let him take charge. Until now.
Raising a sardonic
eyebrow at Suva, Greg stared him straight in the eye forcing the alien to stop
humming and look down. Only then did Greg smile. “Okay, Suva. We’ve stopped
kissing. Be aware I will only do this with at least shoes and jeans on. Just
for you two, I am prepared to take my shirt off. With that in mind, what’s your
plan?”
Glancing up, Suva seemed
less annoyed. “I want you two to act out your dreams as you showed me
telepathically back on the station.” He paused, looking at Greg as if to
ascertain if that was still okay.
Greg nodded.
His voice lighter now
that things were back on track, Suva continued. “Greg, you will be the first to
run, and Taran will follow in thirty minutes—that’s thirty tinag in your language, Taran.”
The little muscular
Cinattran pulled away from Greg and snorted. “Yes, I do know that!”
Obviously nervous, Suva
ran a hand through his shoulder-length fair hair as it flowed down. “Sorry, I
just want everything to go right. To go the way you two fantasize about. I want
your dreams to come true, to be the one to give them to you.”
Greg narrowed his eyes,
still trying to understand the deeper motives of the Espoornian. “And what will
you be doing while we two are running half-dressed around your forests?”
Immediately, Suva pulled
himself up to his full height and a cunning look came over his face. “Oh, I’ll
be watching you. I’ll join you at the end. I have great plans for how we will
finish our sojourn.”
Yes, I’m sure you do. But what exactly is the extent of your plot,
my lovely creature of the forest?
Breathing deeply, Greg
knew he couldn’t put it off any longer and pulled his shirt off over his head,
flinging it toward Suva. Looking around him, he tried to note landmarks so he
could find his way back. Except it all looked the same in whichever direction
he went. Tall trees, extremely dark green broad leaves that smelled of pine,
tinged with orange. It also made it very dark, the light shining brightly in
patches where the trees thinned out.
Every damn tree looks the same. And the
only plants appear to be yellow, including some tall smelly ones, which he
spied occasionally.
Nodding his readiness
with a sigh, he rubbed his hands as the cold made his nipples hard. He guessed
that only time would tell what Suva had planned. As Taran bounced around in
glee, Greg set off on an unknown—and freezing cold—alien planet, leaving his
two partners behind.
Briefly stopping at the
top of a small rise where the light was brighter so he could see around him,
Greg looked back over his shoulder. Tall, beautiful Suva was standing behind
their little Cinattran mate, his hands on the shoulders of the smaller alien,
almost as if he was holding him down. Taran’s tail swished about, then wrapped
around Suva’s leg.
Greg smiled at the image,
and then went over the hill and he was alone. A horrid sense of foreboding came
over him and it suddenly felt even colder.
So much colder.
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