TAMMY
Alien magic carpet ride, no UFO required…
Iwoke up with a start, arms splaying outward, finding nothing but the sofa’s rear cushions and the blanket I’d apparently pulled over myself before falling asleep.
“It was a dream,” I moaned, lashes fluttering, head tilting from side to side, eyes finding only moonlight splashed across everything around me. I’d gotten skunk drunk again and I’d imagined their return. “I never want to dream again.”
Tears welled in my eyes. I closed them quickly, desperate to fall back asleep, desperate to dream again. But I was wide awake now, hot dampness slipping from between my lids to wet my face.
“Tammy, we’re here.” It was Cyro’s voice.
Just another figment of my grief.
“We came back.” Vantor’s voice.
Fake! Fake words manufactured by a broken heart!
“Open your eyes, Tammy.” Kalith’s voice now.
I couldn’t open my eyes. If I did, I’d have to face the reality that I was alone.
But then I was being gently touched, several somethings tracing the tear tracks, claiming the moisture.
I bolted upright, even though it made my head throb.
Tentacles writhed around me.
And they were attached to Cyro, Vantor, and Kalith.
My aliens weren’t an otherworldly presence any longer. They were here, where they belonged. They deserved to be here just as much as I did. I’d bought Sunflower Hills, but they’d saved it.
“You’ve barely slept, Tammy. We’re here. Try to sleep again,” Vantor urged.
“I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to miss a moment with you.”
Moonlight spilled through the windows, painting stripes of cool brightness across the worn floorboards and illuminating swirling particles.
My head still buzzed with disbelief, but the tentacles that brushed against my skin—cool, silken touches that sent electricity racing through my nerves—were undeniably real. They had come back. They had chosen me.
“I want you all. I want you so badly.” I almost whimpered out the words, sounding pathetic.
But I didn’t care how I sounded. The look in their eyes, concern shifting to outright hunger, told me that they wanted me just as badly.
They moved closer. Kalith sat next to me on the right and Cyro positioned on my left.
Vantor knelt in front of the sofa, running a human hand up my blanket-covered leg.
“I haven’t showered,” I blurted out, suddenly self-conscious about my tear-stained face and whiskey-soured breath. “I’m a mess.”
Cyro smiled, caressing my shoulder. “Your natural scent is,” he said, his voice carrying that bubbling-brook quality that made my insides clench, “extraordinarily appealing.”
A tentacle brushed my cheek, the gentle suction of its underside pulling slightly at my skin.
A wave of goosebumps cascaded down my body in response.
My nipples tightened beneath my thin tank top, and I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs that had nothing to do with the remnants of alcohol in my system and everything to do with the three sets of alien eyes fixed on me with unrestrained desire.
“How do we know this isn’t temporary?” I asked, the question escaping before I could stop it. My biggest fear tumbling from whiskey-loosened lips. “How do I know you really won’t change your minds and leave again?”
Vantor moved so quickly my heart skipped a beat.
His massive frame rose until he towered over me, and he lifted me from the sofa.
He carried me over to the wall with tentacles supporting my body, and he pressed me against the hard surface.
One of his large hands braced beside my head while the other gently tilted my chin upward.
“We abandoned our home world,” he said, his deep voice resonating in my bones. “We sent the samples and claimed we were near perishing. There is no return for us now.”
The magnitude of their sacrifice hit me again as his mouth descended on mine.
The kiss was hungry, desperate, longing compressed into a single point of contact.
His human disguise shifted in and out of focus, more writhing appendages wrapped around my waist, my thighs, sliding beneath my shirt to stroke the bare skin of my back.
Cyro appeared, his own tentacles joining the embrace. Kalith arrived seconds later, his shorter tentacle curling against the pulse at my throat, as if to count my racing heartbeat. “We have chosen our home,” he murmured against my ear, his breath warm against my neck. “It is here. With you.”
Their combined scents enveloped me—Vantor's brine-deep ocean musk, Cyro's sweet-marsh warmth, Kalith's loamy forest richness.
The familiar aphrodisiac cocktail that my body had missed so desperately these past days.
My Omega biology responded instantly, slick dampening my thighs as my body recognized its mates.
They pulled me away from the wall.
My clothing disappeared in a frenzied blur of hands and tentacles.
My tank top torn in half by Vantor’s impatient appendages. Shorts pushed down by Kalith’s nimble touch, his human fingers phasing in and out of tentacle form. Cyro grabbing the thin panties and slipping them lower and lower until they, too, were gone.
My aliens weren’t wearing the real clothing I’d bought them, so their outfits seemed to absorb into their bodies.
They soon stood before me in their glorious hybrid forms. Four tentacles each, writhing from their bodies.
Yet, they’d somehow also kept two arms and two legs, forming them instead with one tentacle each instead of two.
Half human limbs, half alien. Lavender. Blue.
Green. Brown. Rust. Yellow. Their handsome faces were alive with shining, metallic eyes.
Their reproductive appendages were lengthened, hard, ready.
The sight of them made me salivate. Part human, part alien, all mine.
We collapsed onto the living room floor in a heap of tangled limbs and coiling tentacles.
Cyro’s tentacles wrapped around my calves, stroking upward with exquisite slowness, the suckers creating points of pleasure that made me gasp and arch.
Vantor’s larger appendages cradled my upper body, supporting me as Kalith knelt between my spread thighs, his eyes—brown irises ringed with metallic gold—drinking in the sight of me.
“Your eyes are gorgeous,” I breathed, my voice hoarse with need.
“As is every part of you,” Kalith replied, his tentacles glowing with inner light that illuminated the darkness. “Every,” he pushed his shorter tentacle between my legs, “single,” he pressed its tip against my warm, slick opening, “part of you,” he finished, as he shoved deeper.
I moaned as his tentacle found my center, pressing incessantly, trying to go deeper, before stroking slowly back out.
The textured surface of his appendage, with its glorious suckers, left behind a thousand pricking sensations that made me writhe.
He nearly pulled all the way out, and then he was sinking inside me again, tip tickling the walls of my body on its journey to my termination point.
“Oh… god… you feel so amazing,” I breathed out, brain already on the fritz as my body trembled against the feeling of him entering and exiting me.
“And you are so very, very slick.” He said, voice low and needful, deep ocean currents slipping through each syllable.
“Share her inner moisture,” Cyro pushed into Kalith’s side. Both of their Alpha scents flooded the space, creating a noxious cocktail. I didn’t like that. I didn’t want them to ever feel like they needed to compete for me.
“I’m all of yours. No fighting.” I reached out and stroked my hands down one of their tentacles. Cyro felt rougher, dryer. Kalith was all velvet. “Cyro needs me, Kalith.”
Kalith’s eyes locked on mine, the gold rings expanding and contracting around his warm brown irises. Then he pulled out slowly, reluctantly, and stood, moving slightly away.
Cyro entered me, not with a working tentacle, but with his alien cock. He pushed firmly, without pause, into my dripping, needful cavity. He gave a wet, long moan, his silvery lilac eyes rolling back as he basked in the feel of our bodies meeting.
It felt wonderful, but I couldn’t focus fully on his amazing rhythm as he thrust in and pulled out of me.
Because… behind him… Kalith’s gaze was fixed on the ceiling fan above us.
A look of inspiration crossed his features—that familiar engineer’s problem-solving expression I’d seen countless times since he’d crashed into my life.
“Kalith… what are you about to do?” I barely got the words out before a firm slam from Cyro’s throbbing member stole my breath.
“Nothing,” he lied, mouth quirking mischievously.
“Tammy,” Cyro growled, “pay attention to me.”
The intensity of his voice drew my eyes. God, the lavender in the pool of silver seemed to glow. The way he wanted me, the way they all wanted me, was something I’d never understand.
His tentacles tightened around my hips, pulling me closer with each thrust. The rhythmic, wet sounds of our joining filled the small living room, underscored by my own ragged breaths.
I could feel the familiar pressure building deep inside me, that coil of pleasure tightening with every movement of his alien cock.
The suckers along its length massaged my inner walls in a way no human ever could, drawing me toward a climax I’d feared I’d never feel again.
But my attention fractured yet again as I watched Kalith over Cyro’s shoulder.
Two of his strongest tentacles shot upward, wrapping around the blades of the ceiling fan.
With a graceful heave, Kalith lifted himself off the ground.
Three more tentacles curled upward, latching on for support.
His tentacles strained, muscles rippling beneath iridescent skin as he created a makeshift hammock with his own body, his torso sinking to about hip height, cradled in the sling of his own straining tentacles.
The fan creaked ominously but held his weight.