Free Alien Games by Claudia Rose

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improvement on our relationship so far.”
    “I am truly sorry about all that,” she said, looking
contrite.
    “No need to be,” Bruce replied. “I think your focus and
determination was something of a turn-on. I’ve always loved a challenge, and
you were the ultimate.”
    He bent down and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. She
snuggled further into the bed, looking kittenish, and much younger than her
age.
    Just then the lights began to dim, and Bruce hurried to find
his way into the other bed. By the time his head was on the pillow the room was
too dark to see much of anything.
    “Night, Jenna,” he whispered.
    “Sleep well, Bruce,” was the soft reply.
    Determined not to dwell on what couldn’t be, Bruce began
composing himself for sleep. It was surprisingly easy, and he guessed that the
controller chip was doing its work on his brain’s sleep centers. But before he
had quite drifted off, a voice whispered in his ear.
    “Bruce, do you think you could manage company?”
    “There’s nothing I could manage better.”
    He lifted the quilt, and Jenna’s soft, nude form joined him
in bed. She fitted herself against the length of his body, her head using his
chest for a pillow. He inhaled deeply of her scented aroma, and pulled her
closer.
    In less than a minute both were deeply asleep.
    * * * * *
    On the bridge of the Reven ship, Alpha19 was taking
nourishment, which meant sipping a noxious cocktail of chemicals and fluids
designed to slow down the degeneration of the cloned Reven bodies.
    “All subjects are sleeping,” reported Psi276.
    “Good. And is the laboratory prepared for the first day of
experiments?”
    “Yes. And the controller chip of the Terran woman is
programmed to ensure that she enters the experiment with heightened aggression
and a desire to sexually dominate her partner. There will be sufficient
equipment on hand for her to do most things that she is capable of imagining.
And, no matter how hard she makes things, the Gort will enjoy every second of
it.”
    “Excellent. In that case we should both rest also. We will
commence shortly after the first nourishment of the day.”
    “As you wish, Alpha19.”
    The two stick figures lurched towards small pods lining one
wall of the bridge, and climbed awkwardly into them. The pod lids closed, and a
brown gas hissed into the space around the alien bodies. Both Reven convulsed
briefly, their stick-like limbs clattering against the pod walls, and then they
fell still, looking for all the world like desiccated skeletons.

Chapter Eight: Mistress Jenna
     
    Bruce was the first to wake. He felt extremely rested and
guessed that he’d slept for at least eight hours. The only thing bothering him
in the immediate moment was that Jenna was still sleeping with her head on his
arm, and his hand had gone completely numb. We can’t have moved the whole
time we were asleep he thought. He decided to lie as quietly as possible,
and let Jenna sleep for a while longer. The woman I love is here in my bed,
asleep in my arms, I can put up with more than a bit of discomfort for that!
    But within two minutes Jenna was starting to stir also.
Seconds later she was pushing herself up on one arm, trying to get her
bearings. The effect of this was to cause her ample breasts to swing forward
deliciously and brush Bruce’s face. It was too good an opportunity to pass by,
and he stroked the closest nipple with his tongue.
    “Mmmm,” Jenna sighed sleepily. “That’s a nice way to start
the day.” She bent down and kissed Bruce softly on the lips. He responded with
greater pressure and for quite some time nothing broke the contact.
    Finally, however, Jenna pulled away and sat up.
    “Uh-uh, I’m not going there. Too much frustration before
breakfast is bad for my appetite.”
    She swung out of bed and slipped into a fresh outfit. Bruce
followed, pulling on a pair of bike shorts, but leaving his torso bare.
    Together the two walked into the main room, where they