3 comments/ 220181 views/ 36 favorites Mating Season By: Bob Waters Bright light stabbed deep into my head forcing a groan from my lips as I slowly regained consciousness. I squinted against the light, trying to see past it, but it hurt. I screwed my eyes closed and tried to roll away from it. That was when I noticed I was restrained. Awareness exploded upon me like a bomb. I suddenly realized I was naked, fastened to some kind of metal table at wrists, biceps, waist, thigh and ankle. My head was held in place by padded blocks up against it on either side. My arms were over my head, my legs pulled wide apart. My heart began to race, my breathing quicken as the reality of my predicament burst in upon me. "Please, do not be frightened," a voice echoed in my head. Yeah, right. That voice was scary on it's own, neither male nor female, androgynous, unaccented, too perfect. I began to struggle against my bonds. I felt a sting and then a slight burning in my left thigh. My fear retreated, intellectually I was still afraid, but the massive amounts of adrenaline my body had dumped into my system was suddenly counteracted. My heart rate slowed, my breathing returned to normal. "Better," the voice said. I say voice. I can't say that I actually HEARD anything. Sure they were words, I think. The THOUGHT of them was in my mind. I sure didn't put them there. What the fuck was I doing here? I remembered driving home from the party, the long, dark Vermont country road. Sudden bright light and then….nothing. Waking here. I tried to speak, nothing came out. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Wh-Where am I?" I sounded calm enough although in some deep, locked away part of my mind gibbering horrors struggled to break free. Whatever they had shot into my leg was good stuff. "You are perfectly safe and will not be harmed," the 'voice' replied in my head. "We are sorry for this, but it is necessary." "Sorry for what?" I asked. I was amazed at my calm tone. "We regret we had to disturb your life and would not have done so if it were not a matter of the gravest importance." "Who are you. Show yourselves," I demanded. "Very well," the voice answered. The blinding light dimmed and a blinked my eyes open. The gibbering horrors tried to come back, but the drug flowing through my system kept them at bay. Standing over me was, well, an alien. Yah, yah, I know. Tabloid stuff. Bad TV movies. Maybe I was passed out someplace having some strange dream but standing over me was your basic stereotypical bug-eyed alien. Big head, big black almond shaped eyes. Little hole for a mouth. No nose or ears. Gray skin, 2 arms and (I assumed) legs. No hair or any other disruptions to that smooth, leathery looking skin. "I…uh….you…" I stammered. "Yes Ellen, I am not from your world," the voice said in my head. "How do you know my name?" I asked, fearing some kind of, I don't know, brain scan or something. "It was printed on your driver's license," it answered prosaically. Feeling stupid, I asked, "Why have you kidnapped me like this?" The thing had no face or anything to give me any emotional cues, but I'm sure I sensed great embarrassment. Well, the thing seemed to be a telepath, was it also an empath - projecting emotions as well as thoughts? I pushed that aside to concentrate on its reply. "We have a problem that one of your species may be able to help with." It replied. "Our pilot is….sick and we think you can help him. Until he becomes well, we cannot go home. We believe you can make him well again." "How am I supposed to do that?" I asked. "I'm an accountant, not a doctor." "If his condition were a medical one we would not need your help," it replied. "Pilot is of another species from myself. Our biochemistries are very different. Although I look superficially like you, we are vastly different. Pilot looks nothing like your people, but your are biochemically very similar. Very similar." I've watched way too many horror movies. "So," I whispered, the fear finally breaking past the drugs, "Are you going to feed me to him or something?" The thing seemed annoyed. "No. Pilot is in…heat - for want of a better word. He is in his season and must mate. He has lost the capacity for rational thought and will not regain it until he successfully mates." "Well, hook him up with a missus pilot," I said, not liking the direction the conversation was heading. It gave off the impression of being even more embarrassed. "We do not have a female of his species on board. We should have been home long before pilot went into his season but we have been….delayed." "So you are expecting me to…'mate' with your pilot?" I asked incredulously. "If he accepts you. We think he will but are not sure." It answered. "Wait a minute, you said I look nothing like your pilot's species, why would he want to mate with me?." "You are correct," it said. "You look nothing at all like pilot's people, but pilot is not a visual creature. Pilot's species find their mates by pheromones, scent, and as I said, you are almost biochemically identical with pilot. We think we can 'fool' his system into recognizing you as a female of his species. The appropriate 'parts' are close enough in size that a mating should be physically possible." "Forget it!" I said angrily. "I'm not 'mating' with some alien monster!" "You are a sexually mature human female. We have examined you and know that this is so. We can also tell that you have mated in the past so there should be no physical impediment to the union." "I don't give a shit!" I yelled. "I'm not doing it." "I am sorry, but you do not have a choice." It said walking away. Another alien, similar to the first came into view carrying an obvious hypodermic needle. A part of my brain noted it's similarity to terrestrial ones – a case or form begetting function – while the rest of me screamed, "NO!" The alien plunged the needle into the meat of my left thigh. He depressed the plunger and the large bolus of fluid burned into my leg. "Ahhhhh!" I screamed, clenching every muscle as the serum spread, turning my veins to molten metal as it coursed through me. "We are sorry," the first alien was back at my side. "We are altering your body chemistry to temporarily give off pheromones compatible with pilot." "Wha…what…." I gasped as my body began to burn. The second alien looked at a monitor above my head and announced, "It's working." "Get pilot," the first agreed. My body felt heavy, my breasts tingled. I felt my nipples harden, my pussy get thick, wet. I tried to rub my thighs together, but the restraints kept them apart. I burned, I ached. I needed my boyfriend, a vibrator, anyone. Oh my God, I thought, I might actually go through with this in the state I was in. The first alien returned towing a kind of cart, although I couldn't see any wheels. On it was a…..blob I guess is all I can say. A large, soft looking bag of jelly was all I could think of. "This is pilot," the first alien informed me. "What?!" I gibbered though the fog of my chemically induced lust. "This is pilot. We will see if he will accept you now," it replied. They pushed it next to me. I tried to get as far away from it as possible, but the restraints held me firm. It twitched. "It's responding!" one said to the other. I struggled harder. "Her struggling is causing her to give off more pheromones," it said. "Her disinclination to cooperate might actually work in our favor." The blob twitched again. It…rolled onto the table next to me, up against me. It was warm, dry. I guess I expected slimy or something. I whimpered. With a wet, sucking sound an orifice opened on the top of it and a pink, forked tongue flickered out. I swear, it looked just like the forked tongue of a snake only a hundred times larger. It flicked at me again and I shrieked. "That is pilot's olfactory organ. He is scenting you," my original tormentor informed me. "Do not be frightened." The tongue flicked closer, I screamed louder and thrashed. My thrashing seemed to have an affect on the pilot. It rolled up onto my belly. It was heavy, but the weight was well distributed. It's tongue flicked across my arm, my chest. I jerked as it brushed a nipple. It flicked my armpit and then again a second and third time, sensing the pheromones given off in my fear sweat. It quested, searching then brushed across my chest again, sliding softly against my skin, down lower. I squirmed trying to get away. It found my leg and followed it up. It brushed my open pussy and I gasped. It came back, skimming lightly over my lips and I squirmed in terror and, I realized, lust. It probed me, I swear I felt each individual end of the forked sensory organ examine me, tracing my lips, probing my urethral opening, delving lower, finding the opening of my vagina. Probing with both ends of the fork. I felt the organ slid in a bit, I hissed. It slid deeper, deeper. I felt it caress the opening to my womb. "Unnngh!" I moaned, God help me it felt good. The pilot creature began to shake, it seemed agitated. I heard another sucking sound and opened my eyes. Another orifice had opened on it's body and a…tentacle I guess began to probe outward from it. It was tubular, with a rounded blunt end about as thick as my wrist. "It's working!" the first alien said excitedly. I realized that this tentacle must be the pilot's sexual organ. "No, please, no!" I begged. "Don't let this happen, please, it's too big. No, this is sick, please stop this." "We cannot stop this now," the alien said. "Pilot has accepted you as a mate. If we tried to stop him he would become violent." The tentacle continued to extend, curving down toward my cunt. A second, smaller one followed the first. "Wha…." I stammered. "Pilot's sexual organ is two pronged. You're body will not be an exact fit for him, but…." The alien replied. I swear I heard a smirk in his 'voice'. I tried to struggle but the pilot seemed to flatten onto me, holding me down. His thick sexual organ extended even further, brushing the top of my cunt, pushing downward, inward. "Nooooo," I whined as the thick organ pushed inward. Stretching me open, splitting me, filling me, pushing deeper. I was afraid I would tear. I burned, ached. It hurt, it felt perversely good. I felt something pressing my leg. I looked down, Pilot's thick tentacle was buried in my cunt, pulsing slightly. Close to the opening in his body it came out of, it bifurcated. The smaller half was what I felt bumping my leg, looking for a second opening that wasn't there. Pilot began to twitch, seeming agitated. The smaller tentacle pushed me, moved a few inches, pushed again. The tongue-like organ he first explored me with probed my vulva, moved lower, found my anus. The pilot shifted on me, I felt the smaller tentacle against my ass. Smaller, but still way too large. "Noooo!" I shouted as it pushed in. "Owwwweeee, nooooo!" Pilot heaved, the smaller tentacle pushed deeper into me, the forked tongue flitted and twitched around my pussy. The tentacles began to pulse, throb, faster and faster, in tune with one another, vibrating. Stimulated in spite of myself, I forgot the pain, feeling only the humming in my cunt as Pilot's organs pulsed deep with in me. "Oh, ohhhhhh, unnnnnn," I sobbed, no longer in pain but in heat myself. "Oh, oh, oh,!" I felt Pilot's double organ swell deep inside my holes and I groaned as I came. "Ohhhh Godddd!" I gasped. Pilot twitched, throbbed and I felt hot liquid pump into my pussy and ass. It burned, but the sensation set off another orgasm as I came again, violently "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Pilot stayed on me, in me for a time. Eventually, his organs began to shrink, to withdraw. I felt a rush of fluid follow from both of my holes, but the table seemed to absorb it, at least I stayed dry. Eventually, pilot rolled off of me and back on to his cart. I felt sleepy, lethargic. I suspected that the drug or hormone or whatever they had injected me with was wearing off. "Thank you," I heard in my head. This 'voice' sounded different. I looked over at pilot. "I'm sorry for what happened to you," the voice came again. "Is that you?" I asked. "Yes," it answered. "I'm sorry they did that to you. Had I been able to stop them, I would have. Please know they did it to save my life, not to cause you pain." "Save your life?" I asked. "I thought you needed to mate." "I did," pilot answered. "Had I not mated, I would have died." "Hmm," I answered, thinking. "Maybe you better bring a female of your own species along next time then," I said, inanely. "An excellent suggestion," It answered dryly. We seemed to have more in common then biochemistry. The other two humanoid alien's hadn't the shred of a sense of humor. "Although…." I began, "If you find yourself in a jam again, give me a call." Mating Season This attempt could not fail. Mating season was almost over. I felt the need pulsing through my skin. It was already vibrating lightly. I hope he didn’t notice. It was hard enough maintaining a female human figure in a normal situation, trying to do it while nervous and aroused was another story altogether. After countless attempts to procreate with a human male, I was beginning to give up hope. My people were counting on me. If we couldn’t find a race to mate with soon, we would cease to be. I had taken my time with this one. I studied his responses to their mating videos to see what he approved of and how best to go about obtaining his semen. I just hope I did not scare this one away. My energy levels were rising and the need to succumb to his heat was driving me mad. I could almost taste his flesh in my mouth. I had to contain myself. I needed his semen in my womb and I couldn’t guarantee a second chance. I had been sure to dress accordingly: white lace panties, garter belt and bra under a silk chemise. He seemed to enjoy pretending I was innocent. I left my long ebony hair down and flowing against my back so that he would have something to hold onto. Choosing a body that he would respond to wasn’t easy, but I thought I had done well enough. Walking across the room to the chair he was seated in, I unfastened my chemise and let it fall to the floor. The closer I got to him the hotter my skin felt. I felt my nipples harden with need. As I reached his side, I dropped down to my knees. Bowing my head, I looked shyly up at him. “I want to taste you. I need to taste you. I want to stroke you with my tongue and feel you throbbing within me.” Oh please let me have said that right! If I failed now, it was all over for me. Instead of responding vocally, he unfastened his pants and released his hard throbbing cock. Wrapping his hands in my hair, he guided my mouth to the tip, already dripping in anticipation. Lapping up the dewy substance with the tip of my tongue, I gloried in my success. It wasn’t over yet, but I was at least on my way to reaching my goal. I could feel him tensing beneath me, growing more with each caress. I grasped hold of him with my left hand, running my thumb along the base of his shaft. Bucking his hips, he thrust into my mouth. He had reached his full potential. Now was the time and yet, I couldn’t seem to stop. I really did need to taste him. I curled my tongue around him, stroking him with my mouth. He kept his hands tangled in my hair, using it to control my head. In and out, deeper and deeper he forced himself, until he reached deep into my throat. I put as much suction on his cock as I could and pulled back, sucking every ounce of moisture off of him as I went. Leaning back, I looked up at him, licking my lips to let him know I enjoyed every drop. His eyes were glazed over; his breathing was fast and shallow. I knew he couldn’t take much more. I had him now. He knew it, I knew it, and there was no getting around it. I took his hand and placed it between my legs. My panties were dripping wet. He leaned over, placed his lips directly over my clit, and sucked some of the moisture out of the cloth. My knees started shaking, but I couldn’t let him get the upper hand. I climbed onto his lap, straddling him and the chair. I lowered myself until my wet dripping lips were just barely touching him and started to move my hips back and forth. My panties were still on and the fabric caused the most wonderful sensations for us both. His head fell back on the chair and he grabbed my hips with his hands, pushing himself up against me as hard as he could. He didn’t look like he could hold on much longer, and I knew I couldn’t. This had started out as a forced mating, and now I just wanted him deep inside of me. He reached down between us, brushing against my pussy, causing me to flinch with the delicious agony of it. Wrapping his fingers around my panties he snatched them off and tossed them on the floor. In one fluid movement he was embedded deep inside me. I screamed, partially in pain, but mostly in pleasure. I never knew it would feel so good. Once again placing his hands on my hips, he dug his fingers into my flesh and lifted me up. I whimpered wanting him back inside of me. Reading my mind, he slammed back into me, forcing another scream out of me. I grabbed hold of his shoulders and held on. As he slammed into me over and over, my nails dug into his shoulders. I could feel him tensing inside of me. The muscles inside of me clenched repeatedly, squeezing him deeper within. As he lifted me up once again, he placed his thumb on my clit, applying more pressure to the already oversensitive area. Stars danced in my head, and I couldn’t see anymore— I could only feel. He thrust one final time and flooded my insides with warmth. Just the heat alone caused my body to contract and to explode with feelings. I couldn’t stop moving. He was barely breathing and I couldn’t stop moving back and forth over him, rubbing my clit over him again and again. I didn’t think it would stop. Finally, the sensation ebbed enough for me to collapse on top of him. Both of us were covered in sweat and were a step away from comatose. I kissed his neck and whispered my thanks into his ear. I enjoyed the feel of his arms around me for a few more minutes, knowing soon I’d have to leave. Tomorrow, he would think I was only a dream. He’d eventually forget all about me. I on the other hand, would never forget him. Even now I held a part of him inside of me. Soon, I would welcome his child. Too bad he’d never know… Mating Season This is the seventh and final installment of the Sheppard's seed series: Mating season. Rose cleaned my wounds with alcohol wipes, "This is going to hurt," She said. The pain registered somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind, but I was too preoccupied to acknowledge it. "Don't worry, he's not feeling a thing," Stewart said, "His mind is on more important matters right now." The gathering was over and everyone went home, everyone but me. I stayed because I needed to know more about Deana and Rose insisted on cleaning my wounds. "How are you going to explain this to a doctor a week from now, when this has become infected? Hi doc, this is a bite from a woman," She said, pointing to the bite on my shoulder, "And this is from another woman, "Pointing to my ear, "What can I say, it was an interesting night." "Who is she?" I asked, without looking at her. Stewart laughed, "It's no use my dear, he's got the scent in his nostrils and he's not going to let it go," He said. I looked at Rose, she bowed her head as she spoke, "I didn't invite her. I didn't know she was coming." I looked at Stewart. The grin on his face told me that Deana's appearance was his doing. "Where is the power," I thought to myself. Stewart was the man behind the curtain, pulling all the strings, then watching the drama play out before him. "Who is she," I asked again, this time looking at Stewart. "She's my sister," Rose said, finally. "What was all of this about tonight? If she wanted me to breed her, then why did she disappear like that?" I asked. "I don't think that's why she came here tonight," Stewart said. "Then why," I asked. I looked at Rose, but she wouldn't look back. "If my guess is correct, she wants to mate with you," Stewart said. "You mean, as in mate for life?" I asked. "That's exactly what I mean. But I want you to consider this very carefully before you make any decisions. Deana is very different from any woman you've met here so far. She's the kind of girl who thinks bruises are foreplay, and drawing blood is a sign of good sex. If you want to mate with her, you have to tame her. If you want to tame her, you'll need to take her down hard, then show her tenderness. I know this seems counter intuitive, but trust me on this. Another tip, don't ever lie to her. She used to be a very trusting person, but now, her trust in you will mean everything. Nothing else will weigh so heavily with her. You have to be someone she can place all of her faith and trust in. The price of admission with her is high, and only you can decide if you are willing or even able to pay it. Just remember, with Deana, when you're in, you're in it for life," Stewart warned. "How do you know all of this?" I asked, "Why does she have such a trust issue? She seems pretty independent to me?" Stewart paused a moment as if he had to make a difficult admission, "Before I met Rose, I was with Deana. We weren't mated, but we had been together for a few years. When I saw Rose, I instantly knew that she was the one I would spend the rest of my life with. Deana disappeared without a word. She was gone so quickly, I didn't have a chance to talk with her before she left, so you can see, her trust in you is a very important thing. It is also a very fragile thing with her. If you want to mate with her, you must build her trust in you, and never violate that trust." "Why do you look so worried," I asked Rose. "She doesn't want to loose you," Stewart said, "She's afraid that Deana will take you all for herself and not share you. Which is very likely." "I don't understand any of this. Why me? Why do these women want to have babies from me?" I asked. "Now you're delving into the murky science of evolutionary behavior. You see, a long time ago humans lived very much like our little tribe here does, except there were no husbands or wives, there were no rules telling us how we had to live or breed. People did what was best for the tribe as a whole, that insured the tribe would stay strong and grow, that's how humans and most animals are wired. Back then men and women lived by their instincts, and women had very good instincts about which men to breed with, and which to avoid. All these rules that we now learn as we grow up were invented by religious leaders a long time ago, who sought to eliminate from us any behavior that we shared with animals. They were men who thought they had to elevate mankind above all else. After all, if they were going to preach to us that we were created by a supreme being, then we had to believe we were placed here to be above everything else on the planet. There is a common thread that weaves through every religion. In order to show devotion to ones maker, you must deny your true nature, by denying yourself the things you truly want. I'm pretty sure Deana hasn't made her mind up about you yet. If she does decide she wants to mate with you, there are a few things that you should know. She will want to mark you in some way. I'll warn you now that it will be painful. She will want to mark you in someway that is permanent, and I'm not talking about something as civilized as a tattoo. She will draw blood I promise you." I left their home and returned to my apartment. I couldn't sleep. I could only lay there and think about Deana. The warnings that Stewart gave me did not concern me a bit. If the price of mating with her was pain, it would be a price I'd gladly pay, over and over if necessary. I eventually closed my eyes to sleep, but somewhere during that slow decent something inside of me became instantly alert. As I lay there with my eyes closed, I smelled something. It was Deana and she was close. I remembered her scent from when she held her body against mine. Was it perfume? No, I thought. It was her own scent, something I'd never forget. I opened my eyes slowly and in the dim light of my bedroom and I saw her kneeling next to my bed. Neither of us said a word, we just looked at each other for a long moment. I reached out my hand to her, she looked at it for a moment, then slowly bent down and kissed it. I put my hand on her cheek and held it there a moment before motioning for her to join me in my bed. Deana's eyes locked on mine as she slowly climbed into my bed while never taking her eyes off me. I took her into my arms and pulled her body next to mine, savoring the feeling of it all. I kissed her softly on the lips, and then I put my nose against her skin, inhaling deeply, drawing in her scent. I knew I had to proceed cautiously with her and allow trust to build between us. I held her gently next to me as we both drifted off to sleep. When I awoke it was still dark and Deana was gone. "What next," I wondered to myself. As the weeks went by Deana would appear and disappear without warning, but always when I was sleeping. She never spoke a word to me, but I would feel her slide into my bed without a sound and move her body up against mine. She would kiss me softly, then turn her back to me and then drift off to sleep. I would rest my hand on her belly ans speak softly into her ear, "I love you." I would take one last deep breath and drift off to sleep with her. Deana and I continued this silent dance for several months, until one night I awoke with her standing over my bed. "You need to go to Denver," She said. My mind instantly snapped to attention, "Why?" I asked. "Monica needs you," She replied. "Why, what happened?" I asked, a little startled. "She's having your baby and she needs you right now," Deana told me. I sat up on my bed. I was wondering if Deana had decided that I should be with Monica after all. "You have an hour and a half before the shuttle arrives to take you to the airport. I booked your flight already." I stood and took her into my arms. I didn't want to loose her. "Are you coming?" I asked. "I'll be there tonight," She replied. I looked at her, "You will be there, or you will meet me there, which will it be?" I asked her. Deana started to speak, but then pushed me down on the bed with her on top of me, kissing me passionately. I grabbed her and rolled over on top of her. I wanted her, and I was going to have her. Deana kicked a leg over and rolled us back, never letting our lips part for a long time. She eventually pulled back from me, panting as she spoke, "Not now, you'll miss your flight." She bent down and bit me hard on my shoulder. I winced in pain, but I welcomed it as a sign that she was not going to disappear on me. Deana raised herself up and looked at me for a moment. I could see a little blood on her lips. She bend down slowly and kissed me softly at first, but then her passion increased by the second until she broke away from me suddenly and stood up. "Hurry and get ready. The shuttle will be here soon," She said. I dressed and went to the bathroom. When I came out, she was gone. It was raining in Denver and I didn't have an umbrella. When I arrived at the hospital I went straight up to Monica's room. On the flight to Denver I realized that it must be important to Deana for me to be there for Monica. I knew that they know each other, but I didn't know what kind of relationship, if any they had. Monica was genuinely surprised to see me. The look in her eye told me she was a little relieved at the same time. "How did you find me?" She asked. "A friend of yours told me," I said with a smile. "Sir, are you alright?" A nurse asked as she walked into the room. "What?" I asked, a little irritated by her interruption. "Your shoulder Sir, it's bleeding," The nurse said. I looked at my shoulder, the blood from Deana's bite had soaked through my shirt. "Now I know who told you," Monica giggled. I looked at the nurse and said, "It's been an interesting day so far." The nurse insisted that I remove my shirt so she could dress my wound, otherwise I would not be allowed to stay in the room with Monica. I removed my shirt and tossed it aside. The nurse gasped, "Someone bit you," She exclaimed. Then she saw a scar from an older bite on the same shoulder, "And there's another one," She said. "That one's mine," Monica laughed. I smiled at Monica, "I remember that one very well," I told her. "You better, that's how I ended up here." I saw the nurse blush. "Deana said she would be here tonight," I said to Monica. The nurse finished dressing my shoulder, but didn't leave. I turned my head and looked at her from out of the corner of my eye. The look was enough to let her know she should leave immediately. The nurse glanced down at her feet, then turned and quickly left. I smiled as I watched her leave. "Come here," Monica said, "There are some things I should tell you about Deana." From Monica's hospital room I watched the sun setting over Denver. I held Monica's hand throughout her labor, as we talked into the early hours of the morning. At five thirty one AM, Monica delivered a beautiful seven and a half pound baby girl. Monica surprised me with her strength. She endured her labor with ease and never complained about the pain. At around six thirty I kissed her on the cheek and left her to get some sleep. I was hungry, I hadn't had anything to eat since the breakfast they served on the plane, so I went to the hospital cafeteria for breakfast. I looked up at the roof of the cafeteria, it was mostly a glass skylight. I could see it was raining again. After breakfast I returned to Monica's room and found Deana sitting next to Monica's bed, watching her sleep. When Deana saw me she got up and led me out of the room. "I saw her baby, she's beautiful," She told me. "Where were you last night? You said you would be there last night," I asked. I was a little bothered by her absence while Monica was in labor. Monica told me that she and Deana were very close friends since they were children. Monica never said it, but I knew she wanted Deana to be there. Deana didn't reply. I took a deep breath before I spoke, "Look, I know trust is important to you, but you need to understand that it's just as important to me. I need to know I can trust you too." My head was spinning from her scent overwhelming my senses, but I pushed on. I placed my hands on her shoulders and looked directly into her eyes, "I love you... I love you very much," I said. My body began to tremble. "Is everything OK here?" A security guard saw us and must have thought we were having a fight. Deana and I both turned our heads and gave him a hard stare. We both were irritated by his intrusion. The security guard immediately turned and walked away without a word. Deana and I looked back to each other. I felt drunk with my feelings for her. I shrugged off the feelings and looked back into her eyes, "I want you to be with me," I said. I cleared my throat then spoke again, "I want you to be with me forever," I said. Deana spun me around hard and pushed me against the wall, kissing me hard before pulling away and running down the hall. I looked at the nurses standing nearby, their mouths agape from what they just saw. I just smiled and said, "She's crazy about me." I pursued her up the stairs toward the roof of the hospital. As soon as I went out on the roof she appeared on my side and round kicked me to my midsection. The blow bent me over for a moment. I felt anger boil up inside, but along with it came an even more powerful desire to mate with her. I stood up just before another kick came at me. I blocked it and spun her around, grabbing her hair. I pulled her against me and held her there, just looking at her, as the rain poured down on us both. Deana looked away from me, so I shook her, "Look at me," I said roughly. She tried to knee me in the groin but I blocked her and pulled her tighter to me. I drew her face close to mine, "I love you," I said to her softly. Her eye makeup was running. I couldn't tell for certain but I think she was crying. "I need to know Deana. I need to know if you love me too," I told her. Deana looked at me for a long moment then reached up and kissed me hard. I pulled her back by her hair, "I need to know. I need to hear it from you," I said. Deana spun and swept my legs out from under me and mounted me. I looked up at her but she just stared at me. I waited and watched the rain water drip from the ends of her hair as she looked down at me. It was the first that I noticed that we were both soaking wet. None of that mattered now. I wanted her answer, and I wasn't going to let her go until I got it from her,"Tell me," I said to her. Deana reached down and unzipped my pants, pulling me out in one quick move. "Deana," I shouted. She lowered her face to mine and spoke softly, "Yes, I love you," She said in a trembling voice. I pulled her to me and kissed her gently. After a moment, Deana sat up straight and slid herself down onto my cock. "Yes," she said, her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment as the sensation of my cock filling her took hold of her. After a long moment she looked at me again, "I want to be your mate," She paused and lowered her face close to mine, "For life," She said, softly. I slammed my cock as deep as I could into her. Deana gasped, and then her whole body went rigid. "Oh yes!" She said. Her eyes looked like those of an animal who was ready to make a kill. I slammed my cock into her again. This time she tried to speak but her orgasm made her whole body shake uncontrollably. The best she could do was make a loud growling sound. Deana rode me for several minutes before having a second climax. She screamed loudly for a long moment as her body shook. Her screams must of certainly alerted everyone in the cafeteria, because when I looked around I discovered that we were laying on the glass roof of the cafeteria. Deana rode me harder until I released a thick torrent of my seed, deep into her. Deana had another orgasm when she felt me cum inside of her. She collapsed on top of me and kissed me hard, while continuing to move her hips to keep the feelings going. After several more minutes she finally stopped. "Will you give me a baby?" She asked, out of breath. "I may have just given you one," I said. "No, it's not my time," She replied, "But when it's time?" I kissed her lightly on her lips, "Yes," I told her. "Are you sure about this," She asked, playfully. "Absolutely and without reservation," I told her. Deana thought for a moment, "You'll still give Monica more babies, won't you?" "What?" I asked. "She'll want more babies after this first one is about a year old. You should do it for her, she'll be a great mother to them. It's alright with me if you do." "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," I told her. As we lay there listening to the rain fall all around us, I thought about Stewart. It seems that in spite of what Rose told me, his hand had been in this from the beginning. I had to hand it to him, he managed it all like a master. He knew that if I knocked up a few of the women in the group, that I would find it hard to leave. He put Monica in my path because he knew that when I got her pregnant, it would draw Deana out from wherever she was hiding. Deana was protective of Monica and she would want to know who I was. This was Stewart's way of forcing Deana and I to cross paths. I suppose I should feel a little angry about being manipulated by Stewart, but as I lay there with Deana in my arms, and with Monica and my baby, three floors below us, I could only think of how grateful I am for what he did. The relationship between Deana and I was, as Rose told me it would be. Deana has a very forceful nature. I would never consider crushing that under the boot of strict domination. Because I love her, I happily allow Deana the freedom to be what she is, and the look in her eyes when I pull her body next to mine tells me everything I want to know, she is mine, heart and soul. Deana and I moved to Denver and bought a house. The five of us, Me; Deana; Monica; my lovely daughter; and the child that Deana is now carrying, are living happily together in our home. Mating Season Copyright May 2011 John Carter This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. "So, how did your date go, tonight?" Eric asked as he finished ringing up the last of Jake's items. "How do you think?" Jake replied, dismay clearly written across his face. "That bad, huh?" "Yeah, this girl was worse than the last one. Why can't I find someone who knows how to fuck? I would love to meet a girl that actually knows what she is doing. Someone who doesn't just lay there and make noises. Is that too much to ask?" Jake could hear the whine in his voice now. He hated that whine. "Man, what you need is an older woman. You need someone with experience, if you know what I mean. You need someone like... her." Eric nodded his head down the candy aisle. Jake followed his eyes and saw a very attractive, middle-aged woman bent over, looking at the assortment of beef jerky that lay on the shelves of the convenience store. Her long, silver hair hung down the right side of her face. Her breasts pressed against her shirt, tightening it over her chest. Her legs were thick, Jake imagined from running, and her jeans clung to them tightly. Eric leaned across the counter and whispered in Jake's ear. "Holy shit, dude. She is fucking hot." Jake nodded in agreement and his eyes continued to follow the curves of her body. Suddenly, with a burst of courage he started walking over to her. "Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am?" Jake was standing close enough that he could smell her perfume, a sweet scent that drove his senses wild. "I was just browsing, actually." She replied. "Oh, well, if you want my opinion, these are the best candy bars they sell here." Jake reached down and grabbed a chocolate bar filled with peanuts and nougat. "Here, this one is on me." The woman smiled and reached over and grabbed the candy bar, removed the wrapper, and slid half of it into her mouth through pursed lips. She then pulled most of it out and bit down gently, severing the end of it. "You are right, this is a pretty good candy bar." She said, chewing softly. Jake could feel his cock getting hard and pressing painfully against his jeans as she stepped close to him. "Want some?" she asked. Jake nodded and leaned forward to embrace her. She fell into his arms and slid her tongue into his mouth. He reached up behind her and fisted her hair, pressing her tongue deeper into his. Her hands reached around to Jake's back and squeezed his ass, pulling his throbbing cock against her body and moaning. This was what Jake had been looking for, a woman who knew how to take charge. Jake was so turned on that he forgot that they were in a convenience store and he slid his hands over her ass, picked her up and carried her over to one of the tables that were reserved for customers that were eating. He set her down on top of it and started to pull her shirt up over her head when he heard Eric's voice in the back of his mind. "Dude. DUDE!" Eric was tugging on his shoulder now. Jake came to his senses and realized that he had been dreaming. He also noticed that the woman with silver hair was not only looking straight at him now. There was also a man that looked like her very angry husband staring at him as well. Jake collected his thoughts and turned back around to Eric. "See you at the house later?" "Definitely. You better get the fuck out of here before that guy bashes your head in." Jake rushed out the door, jumped into his truck, and started heading east up Veterans Parkway. Jake was still thinking about the woman he'd met at the gas station thirty minutes later as he crossed from Columbus into Harris County on the way to Cataula when he heard the explosion and felt the tires on the right side of his truck shred. He swerved slightly to avoid careening into the left lane, flipped on his emergency lights, and slowed to a stop on the side of the road. He stepped out of the truck, walked around the front and stared down at the tires, or at least, what was left of them. Fuck He looked around and realized he was at least a fifteen minute walk to nearest gas station and, since it was a nice night and he had forgotten his cell phone at the house anyway, decided he would hoof it. He locked his doors, grabbed his flashlight and started walking. He had only been walking for about five minutes when he suddenly had the urge that he was not the only one out there at two o'clock in the morning. He flipped on his flashlight and started shining into the woods, first on his left side, then on his right. He panned across the road and his heart stopped. He tried to convince himself that he hadn't seen what he thought he had but it was no use. He wasn't drunk or high and he wasn't sleepy, even though it was kind of late. He panned his flashlight back to the right and it stopped on a set of green eyes that stared back at him from the darkness of the trees. He heart started beating faster and his hand started to tremble. He knew there was no use but it was the only thing he could think to do, so he ran into the woods. Immediately he heard the footsteps behind him, keeping stride with him but not gaining on him. He started to scream but he had no voice, just dry, scratchiness. He ran for what seemed like an hour but in his mind he knew it had only been about five minutes when he realized that he no longer heard the footsteps behind him. He stopped to catch his breath and listened to the woods around him. He heard nothing. He turned around in a full circle, looking at every tree to see if there was anything beside them. He didn't see anything but somehow he knew it was still out there, stalking him. He started backing up towards the road again then turned around to run and stopped dead in his tracks. There it was in front of him. He had heard that there were cougars in Harris County but he had never seen one in real life. If he had been looking at one on television or in a book, he would have been in awe of how graceful it looked. Its thick, tight body was covered with a brilliant silver coat that gleamed in the moonlight. Its eyes were the color of a meadow and almost seemed as if they could peer into his soul. It was a magnificent creature. Yet, somehow, when it was ten feet from him, its majesty was lost on him. Before Jake had even had a chance to move, the cougar lunged at him. Instead of digging its claws into his chest, it merely pushed him over onto his back. He hit the ground with a thud that knocked the wind out of him. The cougar bent its head down to sniff him, moving it across his face then down to his chest. He was sure it was going to rip his chest open to get the tasty organs that were inside of it. Jake closed his eyes and prayed that it would be over quickly. Suddenly, instead of ripping Jake's head from his shoulders and carrying it off into the moonlight, the cougar licked his face. Jake was really scared now. He wondered if the cougar was toying with him, tasting its meal before devouring it. The more the cougar sniffed and licked at him, the more Jake felt like he was going to explode. "Would you just eat me, already?" Jake said in a rather bolder voice than he would have thought he could have conjured up in a moment like this. Then a voice that he thought he recognized instantly came from above him. "I would prefer it if you ate me." Jake slowly opened his eyes and on top of his chest, where the cougar had once been, was the silver-haired beauty from the gas station. Her eyes were as green as a meadow. Jake couldn't believe his eyes. Less than an hour ago, he had been fantasizing about this woman, imagining the curves in her body and how his hands would feel against her skin, and now she was right on top of him. It was like a dream. It is a dream. This has to be some sort of hallucination conjured up by my mind to help me deal with the fact that I am about to be torn to shreds. I am about to die and this is my mind's last ditch effort to give me some sort of peace before the gruesome end. Jake was going over all of this in his mind when hands started caressing his face and neck. He opened his eyes and stared up at her in disbelief, still trying to decide whether he was dreaming or this was actually happening. She leaned down and her lips pressed softly against his and his mind went blank. Jake reached up and fisted her hair and pulled her mouth against his, shoving his tongue into it with purpose. The kiss was unlike anything he had ever felt. It was like he had pressed his mouth against a transformer. Sparks flew in his mind and his lips burned against hers. He leaned his torso up towards her and she grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it above his head and revealing his powerful chest and abdomen. Jake spent many hours in the gym, keeping his body in check and making sure that he his stamina was up to par for just such an occasion as this. She forced him down onto his back and raked her hands across his chest, causing a mixed sensation of pain and pleasure. Her head bent down and her tongue moved from his collarbone to his nipples, playing with them gently before her teeth clamped down on them, sending another shock wave through his body. Electricity moved throughout Jake's body as she worked her way across his chest, biting and sucking, first one nipple, and then the other. Jake moaned. She moaned back, in agreement. Jake could already feel his cock pushing against the front of his jeans, painfully. As if she sensed the discomfort he was feeling, or read his mind, the silver-haired woman slid to the side of him and started working to unbutton his jeans. "Let's get these out of the way." She said as her hands pulled at his jeans until they were around his ankles, to be followed shortly by his boxers. Jake's cock was throbbing now and the cool night air only served to make it even harder than it already was. Her fingers danced across his stomach and moved down the crease where his leg met his abdomen, caressing and tickling him. She took her hand and placed it firmly on his cock and stroked it slowly as her mouth fell upon his nipple again. Once more, waves of electricity shot through Jake's body, starting at his chest and flowing all the way down to his legs. His body stiffened as the first waves or orgasm started to creep up from his balls. He knew that, if she continued to stroke him this way, he was going to come and he didn't want to come just yet. "If you keep that up I'm gonna blow all over your hand and I am sure that isn't how you want this to end." Jake pleaded with her. "What would you prefer then?" She asked in a soft, sultry voice that almost made Jake explode anyway. "Well, I don't see a problem with fulfilling your request form earlier." "What request would that be?" She asked. "Lay on your back." Jake said. The silver-haired lady complied and Jake used his feet to push his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off. He leaned over her and kissed her lips, dipping his tongue ever so softly into her mouth. His hands massaged her breasts and she moaned beneath his. He moved his mouth down to her chest, kissing and licking all over her breasts and paying special attention to her nipples. He moved from one to the other and back again, sucking and nibbling, as his hands continued to explore the rest of her body. His mouth broke free from her breasts and his lips started to draw a path down towards her stomach. He could feel her anticipation as his mouth got closer to her mound, teasing and tickling her body. He moved to the inside of her thighs and started teasing them as well, drawing little letters and shapes with his tongue. Her scent was intoxicating. "You smell so good baby. I don't know how much longer I can stay away from it." Jake whispered seductively. She moaned again, inviting him in for a little taste. The silver-haired woman's body tensed as Jake used his tongue to draw the contour of her labia slowly, up one side and down the other. Her pussy secreted more juices and it was getting hard for Jake not to bury his face into it. He used his thumb to pull back her hood and reveal the tiny, pink button that he would use to send her over the edge of orgasm. Her fingers grasped the earth on either side of her in anticipation of what he would do next. Jake flicked his tongue across her clit a few times, teasing her, and felt her body twitch with every pass. Then he switched to long, languorous licks that started at the base of her hole and ended at the tip of her clit. With every lick he could feel her squirm more and more. "Mmmmmm. You taste sooo good." She did too. Her salty sweetness made Jake's mouth water. The more he flicked his tongue, the more she pooled into it. She moaned in response. Jake stuck his forefinger and middle finger into his mouth, lubricating them, and then pressed them slowly into her crevice, pushing them deep until he found her g-spot. He slowly started to flick his tongue against her clit as his fingers brushed her on the inside. She was really starting to quiver now. He continued until he felt her walls start to contract against his fingers, signaling that she was close to orgasm. He put his mouth around her clit and started to hum, sending vibrations against her until her hand was pushing his head against her mound and her body was jerking against the earth. "Oh, oh god. FUCK!" she screamed, filling Jake's mouth with her come as her body convulsed once more, pausing in the air, then went limp. Jake's cock was so hard now that he felt he could have chopped wood with it. He adjusted himself and pressed the head into her slippery hole. As soon as his shaft was inside of her, he felt her walls contracting against it and her body convulsing again. She was so warm and slippery that it was almost over as soon as it started. Jake grabbed her breasts and cleared his mind, as to calm himself. He then started to move back and forth against her, pulling is cock out almost to the tip and then pressing it deep inside of her. Every thrust seemed like it was going to send her over the edge and felt like Jake was going to lose it. Jake grabbed her legs and pushed her knees against her chest, lining her body up so that the head of his cock would tap her g-spot with every thrust. This really made her body start to shake. He felt her walls grab his cock as her body jerked repeatedly. He pressed her legs against her breasts as he started thrusting against her faster and harder. The harder he fucked her, the more she begged for it. "Fuck me, Jake. Fuck my tight pussy hard." She begged him. Jake was really worked up now and he felt her coming, her pussy squeezing his cock. His balls started to quiver and he knew it would not be long before he spilled his seed inside of her. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna come." "Yes please, come inside of me, Jake. I need your come." She pleaded. Jake's body convulsed in unison with hers as he exploded, spilling himself into her. He slumped down onto her and they lay on the cool earth, breathing heavily against each other until Jake passed out. Jake awoke some time later next to his truck. He was fully clothed and the two tires that were previously shredded had now been replaced. As he stood, he was still trying to figure out if it had all been a dream or it had actually happened to him. It certainly felt real, but most dreams do. He stood up, opened the door of the cab and climbed in. He looked straight ahead for several minutes trying to make sense of everything. Had had finally convinced himself that it was all been a dream when he saw something that made his breath leave his body. A cougar stood about two hundred feet to his right. Her green eyes stared deep into his and he thought he saw it smile before it finally ran off into the woods. Mating Season It was a quiet night at Old Calhoun's bar. Jimmy walked up to the bar and ordered a shot of whiskey. As he drank he looked around just to see how empty the bar actually was. There were a few ladies laughing and having a good time in the back. A man was with them. each woman lay in his arms hanging onto his every word. Jimmy turned back around giving up on the hope of getting lucky. "Man," he said. "This place is empty." "Yeah," the bartender said. "We usually have a lot more people here but ever since the clubs opened up down town it's been slow." That was when a sexy dark blonde woman came in and walked up to the bar. Her double D breasts stood completely on end and her shapely legs curved sensuously to the floor. It was like she was a mass produced machine made for the sole purpose of having sex. The woman was dressed in a black leather dress with matching high heels that clicked with every step she took. Her bronzed skin seemed to shine in the dim lights overhead. "Hi," she said smiling at Jimmy. "You're new." "Actually I've been coming here for a while." "Oh. I haven't seen you around." "Name's jimmy." "Samantha. Nice to meet you." "That's a nice dress you're wearing. Did you come from a party?" Samantha smiled. Her eyes narrowed at the man. "No. I'm going to one. Want to come? My date didn't show up." "Sure. I could use a little excitement." "Good." Samantha and Jimmy both finished their drinks. Jimmy paid for them and went to the parking lot. Samantha stopped at a bright red sports car and leaned seductively on the hood. "Do you like it?" she asked. "I've always wanted one. It's so sexy and wild." Smantha climbed into the driver's seat then opened the door to the passenger side allowing Jimmy to get in. When he was in his seat and buckled in the woman drove off. she drove fast. Barreling down the empty late night streets like she was late or something. "Wow," Jimmy said. "You must really need to go to that party." "Oh yeah. This party is very important. We only have two months left before it's over." Samantha's voice deepened into a husky sultry voice. She licked her lips in anticipation of what will come later. "Only two months?" "Yep." Samantha drove to the outskirts of town. They pulled up in front of a huge sixty room mansion with four floors. It looked almost like a hive. "Here we are. I hope you brought your appetite." Jimmy and Samatha got out of the car and climbed the steps to the front door. A woman clad in black lingerie answered. she smiled at the man. "Well Samantha," the woman said. "Glad you could make it. Come in. All the ladies are in the living room enjoying a little pre-mating dinner." Samantha and her date for the night walked down a few halls into the middle of the house. That was where Jimmy saw hundreds of naked women all of them massaging themselfs in a huge orgy. there was one woman in the middle rubbing and squeazing her breasts. A sweet smelling clear liquid flowed out of the nipples and the girls lapped it up or smeared it all over their bodies. Their men were all naked watching on the sidelines. Many of them already had full on erections and playing with themselves as they watched the scene. Soon other women started to secrete their own liquid. They continued to rub it all over each other's body. "Looks fun doesn't it?" Samantha asked. "Um yes?" was Jimmy's only response. "Well too bad. This part's only for the ladies." Samantha shed her clothes and walke in the midst of the action. She presented her big breasts. Evetually the strange ritual escalated. Using the liquid as a lubricant they inserted their fingers and tongues into each other. They kept going as their excitement rose. Soon they were screaming and moaning and groaning all over each other in ecstasy. All the women collapsed on top of each other out of breath from the workout. "That was so good." Samantha said getting up and coming over to Jimmy. "Why don't we go to my room for a little dessert." Samantha took Jimmy's hand and walked up the stairs through the winding hallways into a bedroom on the left. Jimmy's still throbbing erection bounced and bobbled up and down. "Looks like you're as excited for this as I am." the woman said. Samantha opened the doorand they went into the room. It was elegantly decorated with red curtains everywhere. All the lights that were on in the room were also red giving the whole place a seductive look. The minute they were in the room, Samantha pinned Jimmy to the door and pressed her lips against his. She forced her tongue into his mouth and swirled it around. Samantha lingered there for a while then released him. She moved backward to the big curtained bed in the middle of the room. She laid back against the pillows and opened her legs wide. She gently massaged her crotch. First brushing a finger up one side along one labia and then down the other. She placed her thumb on the little nub near the top of her oval. The feeling of her hand touching the erect clitoris caused her to arch her back. Her mouth hung open a little. Jimmy couldn't control himself anymore. He climbed into bed and crawled up to the begging sexual woman. He licked the inside of her legs slowly following the path her fingers took earlier. Her juices tasted like honey with a musky after taste. They were addictive. Jimmy felt his entire body tingling with hornyness. All he could think of was penetrating deeply into her soft hot body. Samantha sensed that. "You want to be inside me don't you?" the seductress asked. "More than anything." Jimmy replied. Samantha's hand darted between Jimmy's legs. She grasped his now red penis slowly guiding it into her. When she felt it slip inside she looked up and smiled at the man. "That feels so good." she said. He slowly massaged the inside of her body rhythmically moving his fleshy rod back and forth. At the direction of Samantha his movements turned into thrusts. They went faster and faster building up her excitement stimulating her. She reached below and started playing with the man's testicles. This caused him to reach his peak quicker. Suddenly he exploded into her. "Oh YES!" Samantha screamed. After he was spent he fell over. "That was wonderful" he said. Samantha streightened up. She climbed on top of him. "I'm not done with you," she whispered. The woman picked up one of her breasts and shoved it into his face. She squeezed the sweet juices into his mouth. "Drink. Drink it all." The man suckled her healthy breast. she continued to squeeze filling him with her juices. This caused him to become erect once again. Samantha moved a little and guided it back into her warmth. She slowly started to rock back and forth gaining speed with every thrust. She gave him and evil smile. "Now comes the finish," she said. Samantha went fastor over Jimmy's body. The collisions between the two caused them to slap together. He winced in pain with every thrust of her torso. Soon he could feel his muscles spasming and squirting his seed into her. Samantha's vaginal walls convulsed as she threw her head up and made the loudest most unearthly noise Jimmy had ever heard. With a strange clicking sound the Samantha's skin peeled away slowly reavealing a human sized praying mantis on top of him. The man screamed under the giant insect's weight trying to break free of her grip. She leaned over moving her sharp mandibles hungrily digging into his chest. Blood splattered everywhere as the creature devoured his lifeless body. with her meal finished the mantid got off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. Her human skin slowly returned from under her wing coverings unfolding back around her. The woman admired herself in the mirror smiling at her human form holding her glistening stomach as the vibrations of new life wiggled and wriggled deep inside. She went back out to the living room where the women were congregating. With their stomaachs filled with wriggling life they continued their orgy for the rest of the night.