Planet of Sex: Book I

By Veronica Sloan

Rachel Brighton isn't your average civil servant. She's a sexual ambassador for the human race. It's not a bad job, if you don't mind prudes calling you a "star slut." The year is 2030 and the aliens have landed, but they don't want to rule the planet. They want to woo it. An insidious plague has rendered human women the last fertile females in the galaxy, and transformed Earth into its number one mating destination. After rounding up the male population, the aliens make a deal with the new female-led government: Teach us how to make love to human women and we'll return your men.

Rachel used to think nothing on Earth could satisfy her weird desires. But Earth, and her libido, are no longer alone in the universe. To save the human race, to save the aliens, she'll embark on a journey of erotic discovery. This tale of interstellar sex is 20,000 words and for readers 18 and up.

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He made a sound in the front of his mouth that I realized was a chuckle. "Are you considered attractive among your people?" he asked.

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

His ears twitched. He leaned lower to gaze into my eyes. "I cannot say that I find you attractive in the manner of my people," he said, "but I understand why you were chosen for this position. How do I describe this feeling? I find you...is the word 'cute' appropriate?"

I nodded. "There's a few ways I can take that, most of them complimentary."

His eyes moved over my body, curiosity tugging at the corners of his lips. "And this is part of human flirtation? The looks you were giving me in the meeting, the gentle pressure of your hand on my knee?"

"What do you think?"

All four of his wrists turned up, his palms to the sky. "I have another question. Was your job always as complicated as this?"

"Actually..." I reached for his chin and gently pulled it down to my eyes. "I was a teacher."

"How strange, and how fitting. A position that requires patience and a desire to impart knowledge. A nurturing instinct. The ability to work within an established system. Such traits are perfectly suited to a human emissary, but--"

"But it's not the whole story," I said. I slid my palms up his long jaw, enjoying the sleekness of his sea foam skin. I pulled him lower, down to me, and planted a soft kiss on his lips.

Aurelias reared back, astonished. "Was that a kiss?" he asked.

"A very chaste one," I said.

The Hisanian licked his lips. "I confess that I find myself more attracted to you the more you speak, or perhaps I am simply eager to begin this strange act." He seemed puzzled by his own impatience. "Forgive me," he said, after a moment. "I have not copulated since my wife was taken by the plague. I had thought my will more than adequate to restrain me but...you are extremely fertile."

"Your wife, how long ago did it happen?"

"The same time it struck all our females. They went quickly, which is our only solace."

"I'm sorry," I said.

He cocked his head. "Why?"

I shrugged. "It's what we say. It's a brief way of showing respect for your loss."

"That is kind," he said. He gazed down at me and ruffled his mane. "Much of the League was surprised by the adaptability of your species. Not the men, of course. They behaved as expected. You, however, are an exemplar of your gender."

"Would you like me to show you how much?" I asked.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Veronica Sloan
• Release date: Oct 19, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370609864

Veronica Sloan

Veronica Sloan writes dirty stories and naughty romances. Her erotica is explicit and steamy, and no topic is too taboo. A Chicago girl at heart, Veronica graduated from the Columbia School of Journalism with every intention of writing very important things about very important people. Currently, she spends her days writing about pop culture and her nights writing about lusty men and women and their naughty predilections. She loves big dogs, hot yoga and songs that are stupidly catchy. Visit her at https://www.veronica-sloan-erotica.com/home/.

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Planet of Sex

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Disclaimer: This story contains explicit content, including graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse. It is intended for adults only. All characters depicted are over 18-years-old. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.

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The things I do for my country...

Bring me closer, I whispered.

I taught him to kiss while I hung in the palms of his hands. It was messy at first; he thought he was supposed to suck on my whole mouth. Laughing, I pulled away, then placed my finger between our lips. I held his muzzle in place and ordered him to just let me kiss his lower lip. I started with gentle pecks, then moved on to a feisty nibble. When his lips began to slide over mine and investigate the contours of my smaller mouth, I invited his tongue to play. He tasted like grass, like spring, like the sweet rain that nourished his homeworld. His tongue was so large that I thought he'd be sloppier, but Aurelias was a quick learner. He didn't ram the thing down my throat, he took his time exploring my own human flavor. Drool leaked from the corners of my lips as I tilted my head and closed my eyes. (I couldn't stop myself from petting his long snout--it was too cute to resist!)

A string of that drool followed me as I leaned back to commend him. That tongue is going to come in very handy when we move on to the oral lesson.

His big blue eyes were dazed as his upper hands played with my hair. I would have said he looked weak except his lower hands were still holding me to his chest like I weighed nothing at all. He swallowed and tried to regain some of his Hisanian composure. Oral, yes, I...I read your report on that. You mean, to pleasure you with my mouth, as you did to me?

I gripped the thick sternomastoid muscles that ran from his jaw to his shelf-like clavicle. Could he feel my body warm? Could he feel me moisten through my already soaked panties? I know he felt pleasure, as my caress induced him to close his eyes and snort. Yes, I said. It serves no procreative purpose whatsoever.

But it feels good, Aurelias murmured.

Mmm, I purred. Like kissing.

And human women like kissing.

We do, I said. We like kissing.

Then I will attempt to kiss you...down there, he said. Though my height puts me at a disadvantage.

I was way ahead of him. Put me on that table over there, I said, pointing to the large marble slab.

He stared at it like he'd never seen it before. Oh! But, that is my work station.

I know, I laughed. And you're working so hard to understand my fragile human needs, Mr. Ambassador.

He made his chuckling sound. Human sarcasm is the hardest inflection to comprehend, but it is beginning to grow on me.

I clung to his long torso as he rose from the circle and strode to his marble desk. Maybe you're just more receptive to it because you know you're getting some, I said. He let me slide from his lower arms to the table's polished surface. While he cleared his papers aside, I hooked my thumbs into my panties and peeled them down my thighs...

Dedication

To Pat, who likes the weird ones.

Prologue

I wasn't your average civil servant. Some girls grow up to be bureaucrats, some even grow up to be President of the United States. My work in the public sector was a little more private.

When the aliens came to Earth with one thing on their minds, they created a need for a whole new kind of ambassador. You know that old saying, It's a dirty job but someone has to do it? I tell people it's a dirty job...but you can always find someone who gets off on it.

In the year 2030, humanity was at peace with its alien invaders. At least, it was a kind of peace. After a year of war, we finally understood each other. The transition was messy. Regime change always is.

They promised us independence if we cooperated. They promised our men would be set free if we extended our open hands and open hearts. You see, they needed us to survive. If we could learn to love them, emotionally and physically, there was hope for a new, combined species. It was my job to learn the various mating rituals of their allied races and to show them how we do things on this side of the Milky Way.

I used to be shy about my kinkiness. I used to think nothing on Earth could satisfy my weird desires. In a way, the Invasion was the best thing that could have happened. I'm no longer the shy girl I used to be. Earth, and my libido, are no longer alone in the universe.

Now Earth is a planet of infinite and illicit possibilities, a planet of bizarre and enchanting temptations. It is a planet of sex.

Chapter 1

The alarm jolted me out of a sweet dream with a harsh, metallic squawk. My face buried in my pillow, drool sticking to my cheek, I growled at the thing to shut up. Snooze? it asked, drawing the word out into a smooth, melodic note.

Oh, now you care, I grunted. I had reprogrammed the thing multiple times and still its voice wavered between nails on a chalkboard and a