Hara's Legacy
apparently alone in the settlement made up mostly of single, hungry, horny men. And there was the voice. Tales abounded about the soothing, musical nature of the aliens’ voices, though Justin had never heard it for himself. Until now.
    “Well, Mara,” he moved boldly forward, “what brings you to my bedroom in the middle of the night?” She straightened to her full height, which was close to his own six foot three and stared him down. “I go where I wish, Breed.”
    “Is that so?” Justin unbuttoned his shirt. He watched her eyes flare with heat that she couldn’t hide. Oh yeah, he thought with satisfaction, she would be under him in no time, her tight little pussy dripping with his cum.
    “I saw you ride in on this,” her hand gestured gracefully toward the motorcycle, “and became intrigued. I have never seen such a machine.”
    “It’s called a motorcycle and there were many of them before your people came.” Her eyes shot to his. “You know what I am?”
    Justin shrugged. “It’s easy enough to guess. You look like an elf.”
    “A what?” He was glad to see he’d gotten her attention.
    He shrugged as he threw the shirt aside and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans. She seemed fascinated by the huge double dragon tattoo that covered most of his chest. Chicks really did dig that tattoo. Lord knows he’d gotten some fantasy mileage out of Jane’s fascinated eyes on his dragon. He didn’t know if he was really looking forward to fucking this alien woman, but if he kept thoughts of Jane firmly in mind, maybe he could keep his dick up all night for her. Hell, a desperate man couldn’t afford to be picky.
    Caleb had said to fuck her long and hard. Fucking her once or twice wouldn’t be a problem for a man who hadn’t had warm pussy in years, but keeping it up after the first few times would be another story.
    Justin hadn’t ever liked to have sex with just anyone. He’d always enjoyed it more when there was some affection in the joining to make it special.
    -32-
    Casual sex just hadn’t had much appeal for him, though like any guy, he’d indulged in it more often than not.
     
     
    Justin crowded her, relieved when she stood her ground, even sending out one of her pale fingers to trace the swirling lines of his tattoo the way he’d known Jane had wanted to when she caught him coming out from a shower. He stifled a groan as his cock hardened and expanded.
    “We have legends of fey folk who look like you. Tall, pointy ears, and fair-skin. We called them elves in the old country where my ancestors are from. It was calledIreland orEire . I can only guess now thatIreland was populated by descendants of your people, though they spread out and immigrated across the globe.”
    “I had not heard of such before, but it does make sense. We sent an advance party, of course, but they were lost to us centuries ago, after surveying the planet and finding it suitable for our colony.”
    “My guess is they liked it so much here, they stayed.” He smiled and stepped close enough so his chest touched the tips of her small breasts, gratified to hear her breath catch. “And they fucked like bunnies, spreading their DNA all over the planet, which I would assume the mothership hadn’t intended.” She shrugged, dragging her tight nipples up and down his chest. “If such is the case, it is an unforeseen complication. We had no idea until just recently that we could breed with humans. But the idea is intriguing.”
    Justin moved away. “Intriguing, hmm?” He lowered the zipper over his straining erection. “Are you intrigued enough to want to try a human on for size?”
    “You are not human,” she said quietly, her eyes almost covetous on his rigid shaft. “You are a Breed. I have encountered several like you in my research.”
    He nodded, sliding one hand around her waist, surprised to find the shiny material of her jumpsuit warm beneath his fingers.
    -33-
    “A telekinetic Breed.” He nuzzled her neck.

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