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Loved by 3 Aliens
C. Y. Croc
Copyright
© 2023 by C. Y. Croc
It is illegal to make digital copies of this book to down or to sell without the author’s written and signed consent.
All events, places, businesses and characters in this publication are clearly fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead will be purely coincidence. They are all a product of the author’s imagination.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Dedication
To those of you who are greedy for more.
The ones who don’t want to choose.
Chapter 1
Odessa
A branch scrapes across my cheek and it’s probably broken the surface of my skin but I ignore the pain and continue to run, pumping my arms and legs with everything I’ve got to increase the distance between my trackers and me.
I leap over a felled log like a cop sliding over the hood of a car and crouch down behind it whilst taking hold of the rifle hanging from a strap slung over my shoulder. I rest the barrel on top of the tree and peer through the scope whilst holding my breath as I listen for movement. But all I can hear are the powerful thuds of my own heartbeat resonating in my eardrums as adrenaline spiked blood is forced past them.
That is until I hear a twig snapping underfoot over to my right. I flinch and hunker down, hoping my green jumpsuit will camouflage me against the forest’s foliage. But then there’s a rustle of a branch over to my left too and I swing the gun barrel that way instead, now unsure which direction to point it anymore.
The smell of rotting leaves is turning my stomach, and I almost gag and lose concentration. These early pregnancy hormones appear to be having all the adverse effects on my body that I’ve read about. Sore breasts, mood swings, and worst of all, sensitivity to smells, and all at the most inappropriate times.
My head twists from left to right as I search for more movement and a glimpse of who is tracking me. Who is going to emerge from the dense foliage surrounding me? My hands are shaking and my heart feels like it’s thundering against my sternum, desperate to get out of my chest.
To my surprise, it’s more than one, and they push through the dense foliage towards me simultaneously. I don’t know which one to shoot first. My stomach churns over with indecision. Unable to decide, my best chance is to get away from here.
I sling my gun back over my shoulder, turn around, and skulk away with my head down low. But I don’t get far before I run smack into Saren. It feels as though I’ve run straight into the trunk of a tree. His hard body immediately halts my retreat. That’s when I realise all three of them are tracking me—not fair!
It must be my hormones that fuel my reaction because I’m annoyed and frightened at the same time. I stand ramrod straight with my feet astride and my hands resting on my hips. “Saren. Either shoot me or get the fuck out of my way!”
A high-pitched whizzing noise followed by a pop rings out, swiftly followed by another and I instantly feel stinging pains spread through both cheeks of my ass.
“Aahhh!”
I place a hand on either side of my butt cheeks mortified, and feel wetness. With my jaw hangs slack as I bring them up in front of my face to inspect the palm of each hand. One is covered in blue paint and the other is covered in yellow paint. I spin around on the spot and see both Jude and Kristof aren’t far behind me. They are leaning on each other and laughing hysterically. I rip my safety goggles off and cross my arms in front of my chest with a pissed-off smirk. “Okay, you guys. Whose idea was it to gang up on me?”
They both feign innocence, stifling giggles as they point at each other, before doubling over and laughing uncontrollably again, just as the siren blares out to signal it’s the end of the paint-ball game.
Saren reaches his arm around my body and snatches the goggles from my hands. He carefully covers my eyes with them and swiftly pulls the strap over my head. “Hey. Put these back on and keep them on until you’re in the safety of the lodge!” He gives Jude and Kristof daggers. “We don’t want any jokers firing off paintball rounds accidentally and taking out one of your eyes, now do we?”
Kristof walks over to us. Whilst giving Saren a death stare, he slips my rifle from my shoulder and puts it on his own. “I’ll carry this for you Odessa, now that you’re injured.”
I bat his hand away and snatch my rifle back from him, suddenly irritated by them all. “It’s a bit late to start fussing over me now, boys. The damage is done.” I snort my displeasure, flick my hair over my shoulder, and march off in front without them, pushing past leaves and disappearing into the bushes I just came from.
Jude calls after me. “Hey, Odessa! Don’t be such a sore loser!”
Spinning around to face them all, I continue walking backward so I can flip Jude a double birdie, then I turn back around, narrowly missing a tree and head for the lodge.
I expect Kristof and Jude to come running after me, pleading for my forgiveness, but they don’t, and to my astonishment, I feel really put out by it. On the other hand, Saren’s sudden compassion has shocked me. Especially since he’s shown very little interest in me since we slept together three months ago.
By the way, that was a big mistake—huge! He might be tall, dark and handsome with smouldering good looks which caught me hook, line and sinker in his very first week he and the others started working in my office—but boy did I see him in a different light the day after we done the dirty deed.
Biting down on my bottom lip to give me something to concentrate on so that I don’t cry, I dig my heels in and run the rest of the way back to the lodge the company we all work for hired for our department to stay in whilst we take part in our annual team-building weekend.
Groups of co-workers wave at me as I pass them, motioning for me to join their groups and walk back with them, but each time I see a new group I make the excuse of needing to get back quickly to pee, which is partly true. At the moment, I seem to be spending half of my waking day in the bathroom emptying my bladder.
Back at the lodge, I run past reception and up the two flights of stairs to the floor my room is allocated on. As soon as the key unlocks my door, I fling myself facedown onto my bed and begin sobbing.
Why hadn’t my contraception worked? Why had I chosen to sleep with all three of the sexiest new co-workers I’ve ever had in my life all those months ago when they first came to work at my company? And all within the same week of each other?
Oh yes, that’s why! Because for some unknown reason, instead of gravitating towards all the beautiful single women at Bakers and Co where I work, Saren, Kristof and Jude decided to shower plain ole me with all of their attention, continuing to do so ever since.
It doesn’t make sense. There are so many women at Bakers and Co who are so much more attractive than me. Voluptuous with curves to die for and scar free skin they range from a seven to a ten on the gorgeous scale. Whereas I’m above the considered normal height for a woman at almost six feet-one and a half with a straight up and down gangly figure—all arms and legs as one of my carers used to say. But the boys deflected all attention towards them from the perfect women who work here and made a beeline for me. It still boggles my mind even now. Anyway, I did what any average-looking too skinny and too tall woman starved all her life of male attention would do—I milked the attention for what it was worth—resulting in me bedding all three of them in the same week. I was flattered. I still am. Who wouldn’t be? Three tall muscly hunks with the strangest but sexiest smoky accents—all wanting me!
But now I am up the proverbial shit creek without a paddle with a bun in the oven.
My plan at this team-building weekend is to tell them all about the dilemma I’m in—one at a time, and come clean about the pregnancy. But so far, I haven’t even found the courage to broach the subject with one of them, let alone all three.
Flopping over onto my back, I study the ceiling. Do they talk to each other about their conquests? Do each of them know I’d slept with their co-workers—literally within days of each other?
Placing my hands on my stomach, I think about the life growing inside me. I have no intention of getting rid of the baby and adoption is definitely out of the question. Growing up in care without a family to call my own, I am only too aware of the loneliness and lack of love the system will offer the poor mite. Besides, if I have to, I am in a stable enough financial position to be able to go it alone. It will just be nice to finally have the one thing I never had—a family.
I do a silent scream and bury my face in my hands. This pregnancy revelation is not going to be easy.
Images of the three men I’ve known for only a quarter of a year flash in front of my face. Jude, with his wicked sense of humour, laid back approach to everything, warm hazel-brown eyes and lopsided grin. Kristof, taller than Jude, blond and willowy, with a confident air of cockiness that never leaves him, even when there is friendly rivalry between him and Jude.
I sigh. Then there’s Saren. Tallest of them all. Broad, dark and brooding. What do I know about his personality? Well...nothing. He’s a closed book. Only, unlike the cover of a book, where you get a good idea of the genre you’re about to read, there’s no way of knowing what type of story lie
There’s a knock on the door and I contemplate ignoring it. Right now, I’m not in the mood for trivial chitchat with any of my work colleagues.
A second tap reluctantly makes me sit up and haul myself onto my feet. I drag them across the floor to the door like a petulant child. Why is there no peephole on my hotel door in this old ramshackle place? I sigh again, force my bottom lip in, and put on a happy mask as I pull open the door. But my jaw drops, my fake happiness instantly vanishes, and a look of shock takes its place.
Jude, Kristof, and Saren are standing there as large as life, practically touching shoulders because they are so big, even though Saren doesn’t normally associate with either one of the other two. My stomach shoots up into my throat and ice forms like a Mohican from my top vertebrae all the way down to the tip of my tailbone.
They know! They know I slept with all three of them!
I have no words to give them, just a gormless look that is set like stone on my face.
It’s Kristof who speaks first. “Odessa, we all need to have a word with you.”
My mouth is impersonating a goldfish and my eyes belong to a bug.
Jude looks serious for once, and I suddenly feel nauseous. Gone is his lopsided grin and his voice has lost its upbeat tone. “Can you meet us by the carved bear statue clos to the edge of the forest in an hour?”
My eyes go to Saren to see if he has anything to add. His arms are crossed in front of his enormous chest, making his unnaturally large forearms, which are far too big for someone who works in an office to have, appear even larger. “It’s important.”
Then, without waiting for my reply they turn and leave.
Fresh out of the shower, I’m a quivering wreck as I walk towards the part of the forest where they said to meet them. My mind is displaying a carousel of images of how this meeting might play out. One image shows them all accusing me of cheating on each of them. Another is a fistfight involving all three WWF size men, which I’d have no chance of splitting up. And the final image shows me murdered and buried in a shallow grave with all three scorned men glowering down into it.
I shiver. Christ, why did I think of that last scenario?
It’s starting to get dark, but it’s not hard to make out three gigantic men standing by the wooden bear with tense bodies and pensive faces. My mouth is dry and my palms are wet, but worse is the unnatural way my heart is pounding in my chest. My stomach convulses when I get a whiff of the nearby stream, which teases my nostrils when its pungent aroma is carried on the back of a breeze. Fucking hormones!
They turn to face me as I walk towards them—a wall of muscle. Intimidated? Hell yes! I think I’m about to have my first panic attack.
My hands begin to gesticulate wildly. I think I know why they have called me here and I need to explain my side first. “Listen guys, I think I have some explaining to do-...”
Kristof holds his hand up to stop me. “We know you’re pregnant, Odessa.” His face is grave and I know the small amount of pink that colours my cheeks has drained away. I want the ground to open up and swallow me.
“H-how could you possibly know I haven’t told a soul?”
Jude, who’s been standing stock still with his hands thrust deep in his pockets takes a step towards me. “We can scent it!”
My face screws up into an incredulous glower, and my arms cross defensively over my very tender breasts. “I’m sorry if you’re feeling deceived Jude, but you can stop with the jokes now.” I suck in a deep breath to give myself some courage and just blurt it out. “I need to tell you all something... I’m sorry—but I slept with all of you in the same week...the first week you started working with me, and anyone of you could be the father of the baby.”
I wait tentatively for the angry cries of slut and whore, but there are none. Saren has been leaning on the bear statue with his arms and legs crossed, staring intensely at me this whole time. He pushes off the statue and strides purposely towards me. I can feel my whole body jittering. I don’t know what to expect.
He stops feet from me. “We need to apologise to you too, Odessa. We have also kept things from you. We knew you were sleeping with all three of us.” My stomach does a backward somersault. “That’s why we are here. We came to Planet Earth to seek out the most compatible and fertile of your female species. Our race is dying out. Genetics have changed due to a pandemic virus and our males and females are barely compatible now. Only one in every one-hundred thousand of our females becomes impregnated.”
I frown, unable to comprehend his words. Is this a sick joke?
He takes another step towards me. “From years of study, our scientists found your species to be the most genetically compatible with our kind. However, we have also found out that in order for our seed to connect with your egg, it needs...competition. That’s why when we come to your planet in search of compatible mates, we come in threes. It increases the chances of fertilisation.” I can feel my legs starting to wobble. “We are what humans call aliens. Although we couldn’t be any more different to the small grey kind with large black feline eyes, your race perceives aliens to look like. Our species is called Niikeed.”
Kristof steps forward impatiently. “Look at her face! She doesn’t believe you. Let’s show her our true forms so that she can see for herself—then she’ll believe us.”
Jude looks at him, and his lopsided grin has returned. “Yeah! Let’s do it!”
Saren grabs Kristof’s shoulder, His voice is deep with aggression. It makes my knees knock together. “No, it’s too soon!”
Kristof shrugs his huge hand away, and the air instantly becomes static. To my astonishment, Jude and Kristof begin to sparkle and metamorphose right in front of me. My eyes bug out as I watch their skin colours change and tails and horns appear from nowhere.
It’s too much for me to take in and my legs finally give way. Saren catches me just before I black out.
Chapter 2
Saren’sire
I could skin Kristof’omon and Jude’sparr alive for transforming into our true forms so suddenly in front of Odessa. But I’m angrier at the fact that they did it without discussing it with me beforehand. That’s so typical of them. They probably planned it between themselves.
When I first showed up for briefing after receiving my conscription orders to go to Earth to find a breeder, I found out I was being sent there with two males who were already friends. I was immediately wary of their closeness. I’ve heard rumours of bonded male friend’s seeds becoming potent and working together in the female uterus to exorcise the third male’s seed. Then it’s just a case of who out of the bonded friends has the alpha seed—apparently that male’s seed would win the race to fertilise the ova. That’s why I’d had to work fast on Odessa and make sure I was the first male to mate with our chosen Earth breeder. I needed to give my seed a fighting chance and a head start in the fertility battle.
Besides, for me the copulation was made far easier because as far as Earth females go, Odessa has all the Earthly feminine charms I’ve come to like. A tall stature, a female warrior figure, and a contradictory placid yet fiery temperament—even more so in Odessa since she began to excrete hormones suggesting her ova has been fertilised by one of our seeds. And although I didn’t get to see her sweet human pussy as the Earth males refer to it, in the very passionate but quick copulation we performed outside on fire escape steps at the back of the restaurant our work team decided to go to after a long and boring meeting, it was the softest and most fragrant sexual organ I’d had the pleasure of fucking.
Now we were back on our ship and heading out of Earth’s atmosphere, homeward bound to our planet, Temis.
Odessa is still asleep in the cabin room that’s been allocated as hers for the long journey back. Jude’sparr is in the games room, and Kristof’omon is fussing over the sustenance we’ve stocked up with for our journey back. We already have plenty of supplies left over from our inward bound voyage which we planned to use for the return journey, but according to him, he’s developed a palate for foods that he’ll have no way of obtaining and eating again when we go home. Unless he comes back to Earth, and the only way that will happen is if he’s unsuccessful in impregnating Odessa, and that will only happen if he’s conscripted again.
