Monday, 18 July 2016

First Chapters - Alien Manhunt 2

Here’s the next in my ‘First Chapters’

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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