Seducing The Sacred Alien (SciFi Alien Ménage Romance) by Meg Ripley Page A

sensation was like nothing she had ever felt, not in her wildest of fantasies. He progressively thrusted deeper and harder, the springs of her old bed clinching under the weight of their lust.
    “Oh, Amy—tell me,” he panted, “Tell me you’re mine; tell me to make you cum.”
    “Make me cum, Luke!” she cried out loudly, the pressure almost too much to bear. She needed to release; to cum on his hard, pulsing shaft.
    “Yes!” he cried out and pumped even deeper, rubbing his the thick pad of his thumb against her clit, sending shock waves of utter bliss through her body.
    Their bodies exploded with pleasure together, the world spinning in a moment of euphoric bliss. Luke collapsed onto her heaving chest and lay still, shaking from the heated moment. Amy reached up and ran her fingers through his soft hair, calming his breathing, and gave a long sigh of relief. Finally the torture of the past few days, feeling the drive to be near him flooding in like waves, was followed by pure, heavenly peace. As the night went onward, they lay, wrapped in deep embrace, caressing and soothing the years of toil from one another’s bodies. She gazed into his deep green eyes with a look of compassion, thinking of his life and how she longed to make sure the rest of his years were spent in happiness with her on the farm. But laying below the surface of joy, Amy’s heart was slowly sinking, knowing that Luke would soon fix his ship and return home with news to his surviving people of the new land. How long would he be away from her? Would he ever return? She looked down at the bed, her thoughts trailing off to an image of her waiting her entire life with no sign of his ship on the horizon.
    He lifted her chin, so that her gaze met his once more. “I know what you’re thinking Amy,” he sighed. “You’re afraid I’m not coming back to you.”
    She nodded silently, tears welling up in her eyes as she finally heard the words in her head spoken aloud. Until this moment of post bliss connection, she hadn’t thought of his departure much. It was inevitable; he would have to leave. He kissed her lips, long and loving, and gave a saddened smile.
    “I promise you,” he whispered, “I will return to you soon. I have to tell my people that there’s another planet that can sustain us. It’s my duty—it’s bigger than me. You understand, right?”
    “Yes, I do,” she sobbed through the kisses. “I’m just afraid of losing you. I’ve gone my whole life waiting for you, Luke, and now I have to say goodbye.”
    He pulled her close to his chest, squeezing her naked body tightly in his arms and caressed her long hair. Amy thought she heard a sniffle escape him as he too shed a tear. She closed her eyes tightly and savored his embrace.
    “This is not goodbye,” he chuckled despite his sadness, “it’s more like ‘See ya’ll later.’ ”
    “You’re getting better at our slang now,” Amy joked, trying to lighten the damp mood.
    “Why yes, I reckon I am,” he teased, and they shared a long laugh in each other’s arms.

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    Soon after that night, Luke had discovered that his ship could be fueled by organic matter, specifically the byproducts of fruits and vegetables grown on Amy’s farm, which meant he could now return home to save his people. After several days had come and gone, Luke’s ship was finally ready for departure, and the feeling of dread began to overtake her.
    Amy barely touched her meal that night, picking at the plate full of juicy ham and sweet potatoes. She gazed into her lover’s deep emerald eyes, knowing that he would soon be gone, trying her best to hold onto the hope that he would someday return to her arms once again.
    Amy shoved her plate aside, tears welling up in her eyes. Pushing his chair back, Luke reached out for her, coddling her in his giant arms. She sobbed in his t-shirt, wanting nothing more than to have him forever by her side. Luke held her so tightly, she thought she would lose