Alien Prey: A Galaxy of Dark Alien Lust Awaits, page 1
The Library of Forbidden Pleasures Presents
A Galaxy of Dark Alien Lust Awaits
By Amanda Clover
This book and all its contents are copyright 2023 by Amanda Clover. All rights are reserved and no portions may be reproduced unless for the use of brief quotations for review purposes.
All characters appearing in this story are over the age of 18. This is a work of parody and any resemblance to real people or situations is coincidental.
Table of Contents
The Library of Forbidden Pleasures Presents
Introduction
Prologue: Mayday!
Chapter One: The Fruit Peddler
Chapter Two: Lost in Space
Chapter Three: Jungle Delights
Chapter Four: Pried From the Capsule
Chapter Five: A Brutal Welcome
Chapter Six: The Sword of Redemption
Introduction
Alien Prey was written as a series of commissions for a patron, but the story of this collection really begins before that. I had been working behind the scenes on a new epic interactive erotica that I wanted to set in a dark future with lots of warring factions and gothic cathedrals everywhere. You know, In the dark grimness of way in the future, there is a lot of filthy sex. The book is meant as an erotic homage to several different space operas and fleet fantasies.
That project is still on my shelves and might be taken down again to continue develop. In the meantime, I had a lot of background work written and nothing to do with it. When my patron approached me about making another monster on maiden erotic series, I suggested we do something science fiction and turn the monsters into aliens. Not exactly revolutionary, I’ve done plenty of sci-fi erotica, but it was a lot of fun to integrate the larger setting I had been working on for the interactive story into this series of shorts.
This is just a little taste of that setting, with the green skinned gorloks and some local aliens trying to prey upon the gorgeous warrior women of an imperial scout ship. This is dark stuff, with the aliens almost always coming out on top. Fans of my Princess to Pleasure Slave series will no doubt enjoy it as will any longtime readers of my Library of Forbidden Pleasures.
This is a one-off collection, THE END in bold red letters for these characters, but you might be seeing more of this setting in the Library in the future.
Until then, enjoy the space smut!
XOXO
Amanda Clover
2023
Prologue
Mayday!
Gorloks! Why did it have to be gorloks?
First Officer Janna Richtofen yanked the control stick for the scout craft and sent it spinning through the burning tracers that lit the void. It was a pirouette that left the alien gunners a split second behind the sleek ship, their shells sputtering harmlessly out into darkness.
“Pulling a lot of Gs!” warned Kira Hido. The slender ensign was belted into the seat to Janna’s right side. Her head wobbling as she fought to stay conscious against the spinning G-forces.
Tayla, Valeria, and Livia had already blacked out from the force, their heads dangling limp in their restraints. Janna realized Kira was right and straightened out. A move she regretted instantly as the junky gorlok fighters accelerated towards her. The ramshackle ships barely looked like they were voidworthy, but their oversized engines made them fast.
“There are not supposed to be gorloks on the eastern rim,” cried Kira, fearfully watching a fresh stream of tracers sail past the scout craft’s canopy. “Their invasion fleets are halfway across the galaxy!”
“Raiders looking for slaves,” shouted Janna, jinking around another salvo. “The last thing we want is to end up in shackles on their mothership. I bet it is hiding there, behind that moon.”
“No wonder we didn’t pick it up on long range scans.” Kira gripped the arms of her seat as Janna redirected hard with maneuver thrusters.
Janna clenched her jaw tightly. Even the veteran pilot felt like her guts were going to come out of her mouth. Janna’s quick reaction saved them from eating an engine-full of explosive shells but exposed the scout craft’s port side maneuver pod. She heard several loud bangs vibrate through the pressure hull and felt the ship go slippery.
“Thrusters… firing randomly!” Janna cried, fighting the stick.
Tayla and Livia were coming around. They realized the dire situation as red lights began to flash and warning alarms began to sound.
“We need to eject!” cried Kira.
“Not here,” gasped Janna, desperately trying to control the scout craft. “Send word to Captain Agrippina! I’m going to try to land on that planet!”
“Mayday! Mayday!” Kira shouted into the long-range comms. “This is Rubrum Primis to Sword of Redemption! We are heavily damaged and being pursued by gorlok raiders! We must land immediately on—"
“Congoro is a Type-X world!” cried Livia, shouting to be heard over the ship’s warning sirens. “It’s full of dangerous flora and fauna! We can’t land there!”
“You’re the Xenobiologist! You’re going to have to keep us alive!” shouted Janna, guiding the scout ship towards the blue-green planet’s hazy atmosphere.
Another salvo of gorlok shells tore at the scout craft. Flames belched into the crew compartment and were sucked back out by the fire extinguisher system. Before Janna could even react, the escape system tripped the ejector pods in the back two seats. Livia and the still-unconscious Valeria were dropped through hatches in the floor and two egg-shaped pods were fired out of the scout ship’s underside.
Janna had no time to save them. It would have taken her minutes to redirect the scout ship and circle back. But the two white pods with their flashing red lights attracted the attention of the gorloks. The trio of lumbering fighters slowed and approached the pods. One of them realized the scout ship was not slowing down and resumed the chase, but it gave Janna more room to maneuver.
“They’re gone,” shouted Kira, her face smeared with soot from the momentary burst of fire.
“What do we do now?” cried Tayla.
“We land,” said Janna, jaw clenched and face determined. “And hope that message reached Captain Agrippina. She will chase off these gorloks and rescue us. I know it.”
A controlled landing was not possible with a gorlok fighter hard on her tail. The damaged scout ship hit the upper atmosphere of Congoro and started to burn. They plunged deeper, through thick clouds and sizzling rain, the ship vibrating and starting to lose parts.
“I’ll ride her down,” shouted Janna. “You two eject over that landmass! Try to time your ejection to land close together! We’re all wearing rescue transponders. They’ll find us. They’ll come for us. Now go! Eject!”
There was no time to argue. The flaming ship screamed over white-capped seas, a rocky coast, and then a green, mountainous jungle that seemed to span the entire continent. Tayla gave Janna a last, terrified look and said something, but it was lost to the roar of the descent and the warning sirens. The Xenobiologist hit her ejection button and her escape pod disappeared. An instant later, Kira hit the button and disappeared without a goodbye.
Janna felt the ship rock as the second pod fired away from the burning hull. She knew there was little chance the two women would land close to each other. Inside the thick atmosphere, the pods would deploy parachutes and the heavy crosswinds would push them far apart.
“More reason for me to live,” said Janna, trying to focus on getting the ship down in one piece. She knew it would never fly again, but maybe she could salvage some survival gear or weapons. She had little control over the ship. The stabilizer wings were gone. The main engines were burning. Using only two remaining maneuver thrusters she managed to steer its descent towards a clearing near a lake. At the last moment, the ship rolled over unexpectedly and plunged into the water. The flames were extinguished as the scout ship’s nose cut through the dark brown water with a jarring impact.
The ship sunk several meters deep. Water began pouring into the cockpit. Janna, hanging upside down in her restraints, shook off the impact and cut herself loose. She dropped into the pooling water inside the cockpit.
No time to think. She took a deep breath and hit the canopy eject. Water flooded in, but Janna rode upwards in a bubble of air. She burst to the surface, gasping, and spitting out the warm, mucky water. She was only twenty meters or so from the shore of the lake.
Twenty long meters as the water seemed to boil around her. Eels. Each of the shimmering red eels was as long as Janna’s leg and as thick as her wrist. A huge swarm of them swirled around her and nipped at her boots and the legs of her uniform. Blood dripped from a gash in Janna’s head and splashed the water. The blood sent the creatures into a frenzy. They snapped and bit at her much more aggressively. Their teeth weren’t strong enough to bite through the protective weave of her uniform, but each bite hurt.
“Damn you!” cried Janna, flailing her limbs, and trying to keep her exposed fingers out of their snapping mouths. One of the eels managed to grab hold of the communicator on her chest and tear it free. The silver disc disappeared into its ugly, needle-toothed maw and the eel swam away. “My transponder! You bastard!”
Something frightened the eels. As suddenly as they had swarmed Janna, they dispersed in every direction. A dark shadow moved beneath the brown water. Something big swimming rapidly towards Janna.
“Oh, fuck,” gasped Janna, turning and swimming as fast as she could towards the shore. Halfway to shore she was able to feel the lakebed beneath her and managed to get on her feet. The dark shape was still coming closer. A barnacle-encrusted back broke the water’s surface. Four eyes were visible through the water. A huge mouth. A reaching tongue.
Janna struggled in waist-deep water, running as fast as she could as the dark shape closed in on her. The huge, prehistoric-looking reptile breached the surface. It reached for her with clawed hands, opening a toothy maw big enough to swallow her body in one gulp. She rolled onto her back and kicked away from it, but the creature grabbed her legs in one huge claw and bound them together as it closed its fist.
She saw that it was somewhere between humanoid and crocodile. She fought more desperately as it squeezed her legs together in its grasp. It was more than three times her size and easily able to drag her down into the water. Bubbles from her last scream escaped her mouth. She fought until her lungs burned from holding her breath.
I don’t want to die this way, thought Janna. I don’t want to end up as food for some alien monster.
It was no use. She beat her hands against the reptilian creature’s claw. She held her breath as long as she could and then finally sucked water into her lungs. The darkness closed in on her quickly, the last words ringing in her head as darkness smothered her mind were Livia’s warning about Congoro.
“It’s full of dangerous flora and fauna! We can’t land there!”
Janna’s life replayed in her oxygen-starved mind. Childhood on Terra Magnus. Joining the imperial fleet academy and becoming a scout pilot. Her posting on Sword of Redemption under Captain Agrippina. She thought of the beautiful, white-haired captain. Thought of how she had failed the proud woman. How she had failed the rest of her crew on the scout ship.
1
The Fruit Peddler
Just as the final peace of death beckoned, Janna woke up gasping. She was on her back, vomiting up brackish water. It was dark around her, but not completely dark. She could see faint bluish light above her that seemed to poke through the branches of a leafless tree. It was hard to understand what she was seeing while hacking out two lungsful of water.
She finally recovered enough to come to her senses. Not dead. Not yet at least. She was in a torn and bloodied uniform, one breast showing through the ripped material and the legs of her flight suit ripped to shreds. She had wide bruises on her thighs and shins from the constricting claws of the giant reptile.
Wherever she was, she could hear the strange chug of water around her. Things moved in the light. She was lying on a wide mat of damp aquatic grass that seemed to fill a basket of thick, weatherworn wood. Wreckage? Flotsam?
“No,” she gasped, cold fear shooting down to her core. “A nest. It has brought me back to its nest.”
As if to confirm her conclusion, the reptile suddenly thrust its snout and then whole head through the wooden basket. Water dripped in around its head as it wriggled its huge reptilian body into the chamber. A membrane of some sort closed behind it, sealing the nest inside a large bubble beneath the deep lake.
“No! Stay back!” cried Janna, retreating into a corner and pulling her knees against her chest.
The reptile opened its mouth, revealing a wide tongue and rows of curved fangs. It dropped several fist-sized pink fruits onto the mat of sea grass. It looked at Janna, blinking its huge yellow eyes. When she remained huddled in the corner, it nudged one of the pink fruits towards her with its claw.
“You… you want me to eat it?”
“SSSsssssssss,” replied the creature, its long, pink tongue flicking across its sharp teeth and wide, scaly mouth.
Janna picked up one of the fruits. Still warm from the creature’s mouth, suggesting it was some sort of scaly mammal and not a cold-blooded reptile. She held the fruit up to her nose and sniffed. Pungent. Sour. Slightly fermented smelling.
She didn’t want to eat the fruit, but she did not know what else to do. She was alone, trapped, bruised, and terrified. The prisoner of this inhuman predator.
It hissed again.
“Alright,” she said.
She bit into the soft, overripe fruit and strong liquid burst across her tongue. It was sweet, delicious, and intoxicating. The creature stared at her as she ate, the pulp of the fruit feeling warm with alcohol in her belly. When she finished one fruit, juice dripping from her chin and down her exposed breast, her captor rolled another towards her with its claw.
“Are you stuffing me for the feast?” she wondered aloud, but by then she was feeling good. Her fears had given way to a general warm euphoria. She ate a second fruit and then a third. Her whole body grew hotter inside as she chewed the pulpy fruit and the juices covered her breast in sticky liquid.
The creature leaned its snout closer. It sniffed and carefully tore open her uniform to free her other breast. Its huge tongue lazily dragged across Janna’s tits and sensitive nipples. She suppressed a moan as it ran its tongue back and forth across her buds. Warm saliva spilled down her glistening chest.
“Thissshhh pretty good. I like it. Gimme another one,” she slurred, reaching for another melon. She bit into it as the creature began licking her tits over and over. Its tongue sliding over and between them. Reaching up to her chin. And then into her mouth. She moaned as the monster’s tongue slid against hers.
The fruit dropped from her hand, forgotten, as warm waves of desire rippled through her body. Her arms seemed to come up of their own volition as she embraced the long, thick neck of the alien predator.
“Mmmmmooohhhh… don’t… donnnn’t eat me though,” she giggled.
Janna knew she might have easily been gulped down the creature’s massive maw, but dinner was not at all what the creature desired. Janna grew hotter and hotter from its attention, her body burning up with desire, her legs shamelessly spread as the creature tore away the last of Janna’s uniform.
The creature’s huge snout nudged at her cunt. Sniffing. Tasting. A claw tearing away her flimsy underwear. It must have smelled what it wanted, because it began to lap at her cunny and her sensitive asshole. The creature’s alien eyes looked at Janna as she squirmed with pleasure. It seemed to savor each lick as it drove her into one languid orgasm after another. She flopped helplessly, laughing, her eyes rolling as she bucked against the beast’s tongue.
The heat within this strange lair grew until Janna felt as if she was melting. Her body was drenched in sweat and the beast licked her relentlessly, like an anteater tasting the tunnels of a termite. Thrusting its tongue deep into her gushing cunny or curling it between her buttocks. She clung to the scaly beast, surrendering to the pleasure. To the waves of drunken ecstasy.
When the creature decided the time was right, it was not rough, but it forcefully rolled her over and its clawed hands lifted her hips. She knew what was coming next. She looked back over her shoulder at the twin cocks. The upper was smaller and covered in bumps and the lower as thick as her wrist, red, and flared like a hound’s erection.
“Holy Father,” she moaned, her fingers twisting in the mat of aquatic grass as she braced herself. “Forgive me for what I dooOOOOOoooooOOOoo!”
She howled as the alien beast mounted her, thrusting its bumpy cock up her twitching ass and stretching her cunt wider than any lover she had known before and thrusting to the tight barrier of her cervix. The beast’s claws seemed to wrap around her slender waist. It pounded its cocks into her with the forceful enthusiasm of a creature with a singular purpose: to breed. To reproduce.
For Janna’s warm human body was exactly the sort of vessel the beast required for its seed. A creature that could be implanted and squeezed for nourishing milk. A creature too weak to threaten it or its young.
“Aaahhhhhh! Yesssss!” cried Jenna, her pain and fear giving way to a plunging, abyssal ecstasy. She was plummeting into madness as her body was wracked with waves of pleasure. Cumming and squeezing the cocks that were plundering her body.
The beast behind her began hissing and clicking at the back of its throat and Janna knew it was going to cum. She hardly cared by that point. She was pushing back against its thrusts and helping it to feed its hot, throbbing cocks into her eager holes. Slick with her own juices and the copious slime oozing from the creature’s twin cocks. She came again and again, pleasure as relentless as the rutting of the beast’s twin cocks. Her pleasure hammering through her body as she screamed.
