Chosen Alien Bride (Sci Fi Alien Romance) by Meg Ripley Page A

her lips. She could remember—more vividly than she liked—fantasizing about the two men while she had been drunk hours earlier; fantasizing in particular about having them both at the same time. “Okay,” she said quickly. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
    “Would you like to see the lab?” Bronn asked, amusement making the gold flecks in his eyes seem to whirl faster. Giselle considered the question for a moment before nodding.
    As Bronn led her through the house, Lenth at her side, Giselle wondered if she was making a huge mistake. Aliens. They’re aliens. Experimenting on humans. I must still be dreaming. There is no way this is real. She watched as Bronn leaned forward next to a door, pressing buttons on a keypad in a sequence. The door opened with a whisper of sound.
    Giselle stared into the room for a moment before walking through the door; the room was unlike any laboratory she had ever seen. There was a bed, for one—it looked to Giselle’s eyes like a king-size bed, perfectly made with full linens. There were machines that Giselle couldn’t identify, and along shelves and in open cabinets, there were more sex toys than she could imagine any normal person owning. She looked from Bronn to Lenth, thinking about the fact that she had agreed to be experimented on by both men at the same time. “I need to see what you two look like,” she said abruptly.
    Lenth and Bronn both frowned. “You can see us fine, can you not?” Giselle took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
    “Naked. Unless you were just planning on using those toys on me?” she pointed to the array of vibrators, dildos, and other sex toys arrayed around the room.
    “Ah—ah, yes. I understand,” Lenth said.  He murmured something to Bronn before meeting her gaze once more. “Please do not be frightened,” he said cautiously.
    “Frightened? Oh God, you’ve got some kind of—it’s—please, just tell me you don’t have tentacles or something down there.”
    Bronn laughed. “No—no we do not have these…’tentacles,’ ” he told her. Giselle saw Lenth look at his colleague in confusion; Bronn said something in their strange language to the other alien.
    “We are…very large, by your standards,” Lenth explained. “And our sex organs are slightly different from human sex organs.” Giselle closed her eyes and wondered if any amount of coffee would be enough for what she was currently going through.
    “Show me,” she said quietly, opening her eyes once more. She watched as both men began to strip out of their clothes, showing much more familiarity with the fastenings than she would have thought a pair of aliens would have. As the clothing fell away, she saw more and more of the gray-purple skin, more of the strange musculature. As the two men stripped out of their underwear, Giselle’s eyes widened at the sight as they revealed two large— comically large—members. The two men’s erect members were ridged, almost bumpy looking. Giselle couldn’t decide whether she was more shocked or—strangely—turned on by the sight.
    “You’re not afraid, are you?” Lenth asked. “I know that several human women who’ve worked with our colleagues have been afraid.”
    Giselle licked her lips. “Not—afraid, exactly,” she said, looking from one thick, large erection to the other. “Apprehensive, I guess? I’m not—I don’t know how one of those is going to fit inside of me, much less two.”
    Bronn laughed. “Very carefully,” he suggested. “I understand that there are many women who use their mouths in the act of mating.”
    Giselle chuckled. “That’s something we can try.” Lenth approached her cautiously, a smile forming on his lips.
    “You must be naked too,” Bronn told her, joining his colleague in front of Giselle. Their thick, large hands began to wander over her body, and Giselle found herself moving, twisting and shifting to allow them to strip her clothing off, shivering with a mixture of apprehension and