Space Vixens: Erotic Encounters of the Third Kind

By C. C. Rockwell

After becoming lost in the Nevada desert, Daniel is rescued by a beautiful woman who instead of returning him to his car, whisks him off to a distant alien colony to be part of a breeding program for humans and aliens. After a series of intimate encounters with a variety of alien races, Dan longs for home and tries to find a way back only to end up as the male sex slave to tribe of gorgeous, sexually insatiable women.

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"I've never kissed a human before," said Trixlia as she opened her legs and pushed my hand further up.
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Even flaccid, Grohel was huge. He was nearly a foot long. The females gently picked up his soft member resting on his thighs and placed it pointing up on his abdomen. They each took turns caressing and stroking it before leaning over the bed giving it a lick with their long tongues.

• Language: English
• Publisher: C. C. Rockwell
• Release date: Aug 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005252380

C. C. Rockwell

C. C. Rockwell has been writing erotic short stories and novellas since 2015 and has recently brought his work to Smashwords. His work ranges from hotwife to supernatural and sci-fi. Expect new erotic collections and non-erotic novellas to arrive regularly.

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Space Vixens

Erotic Encounters of the Third Kind

Copyright © 2021 C. C. Rockwell

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Chapter One:

I was in trouble. I was in a lot of trouble. I had been out running on a trail in the Nevada desert early in the afternoon and had gotten lost. The sun was setting and the air was cooling off. All I was wearing was a light pair of running shorts and a shirt. I was tired, exhausted and beginning to shiver. There was no way I would have survived the night in my condition.

The first time I saw Trixlia I thought she was a mirage or hallucination. I saw a glimmer of something on the trail a distance ahead of me, looked up and there she was, a figure dressed in silver.

At first, I felt startled. I was not expecting to see anybody else out in the desert in the early evening and certainly not somebody dressed in silver. It wasn't until I realized that it was a woman, a very beautiful woman, that I calmed down.

She was wearing silver colored tights with a matching silver jacket. She was slim with a very narrow waist and round hips and breasts that seemed unusually large for her small size. Her generous cleavage was barely contained by the jacket. She was looking right at me with her big blue eyes that almost seemed to glow in the low light. Then she quickly turned away and stepped off the trail to take a picture of a plant.

I was so grateful to see her that I wasn't sure I could belief my eyes. I dared not look away as I ran towards her terrified that she would disappear as quickly as she had appeared. It wasn't until I tripped over a loose rock and nearly fell that I finally looked away.

I was greatly relieved when I looked up again and saw that she wasn't just in my imagination. She was still there. She had a small camera out that looked like a card and was bending over to take a picture of another plant. Her silver tights were so taunt fitting around her hips and thighs and so reflective that she looked like she was made of chrome. I could see a dim reflected image of myself on her hip as I approached.

Despite the cold and my desperate condition, I could not help but take a moment to admire her perfect form. I'm so glad to see you, I finally managed to say between my violently chattering teeth.

Oh my, said the woman suddenly in a rather pitchy voice as she spun around.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you , I said. I thought you saw me.

I didn't think anybody was out here, said the woman as she stepped back onto the path very close to me. She was tall, only a couple inches shorter than me. She had long blonde hair and very pale skin.

There was something very strange about the woman in silver. She had high cheek bones, a small nose and a narrow chin. I figured that she must have had surgery done and was surprised that she did not seem to be wearing any makeup. Despite her unusual facial features, I found her very pleasing and was speechless by her beauty.

I'm not supposed to be here, said the woman.

I should have known that she was an alien. Like most people, I had heard stories, but they were outlandish rumors of little green men walking through bedroom walls instead of encounters with beautiful woman dressed in silver in the desert. Any fear I had was overshadowed by my lustful urges and my very real concern of freezing to death in the desert.

I think I'm lost, I muttered. I parked my car and went for a run and took a wrong turn.

I'm really not supposed to be here, said the woman as she suddenly turned away from me.

It's okay if you're here, I said as I smelled the intoxicating scent of her hair. Are you parked nearby? I could use a ride to my car.

Yes, said the woman as she turned back around to face me. I mean, no, I'm not parked.

Can you give me a ride or call someone to pick me up? I pleaded.

No, I can't call anybody, said the woman.

I really don't think I'll survive out here like this, I said. I drove out here from Las Vegas following a client meeting to go for a run. My phone died, I got lost and have no idea where I am.

You look cold, said the woman as she touched the side of my chest near the nipple.

Yes, I am cold, I said as the woman slid her hand around my pectoral muscle and down my chest to my abdomen. Her hand felt pleasantly warm. I looked at her chest and at her large breasts pressing against and stretching the shiny silver material of her jacket. I was tempted to touch her in the same manner as she touched me, but didn't dare. I was too much in need of her help to risk offending or upsetting her.

You wouldn't survive out here much longer, would you? said the woman as she stepped in even closer to me. You feel cold.

I don't think anybody will come looking for me either, I said as I felt her fingertips touching the waistband of my running shorts. Although I did find her question unsettling, I was too intrigued by what she might do next.

You need to come with me then, said the woman as she pulled her hand away. My name is Trixlia.

I'm Daniel, I said as I moved my dead cell phone from my right hand to my left and offered her my hand to shake.

Trixlia stepped back and stared at my empty hand. What's that? asked Trixlia.

Um, sorry, I said as I pulled my hand away.

Oh yes, said Trixlia suddenly and she reached over, grabbed my hand and gave it a surprisingly hard shake. How do you do?

I'm fine, I said.

You don't look fine, said Trixlia. You look like someone who's about to die from exposure.

Yes, that too, I said.

Come on, let's go, said Trixlia as she turned and started off up the rocky path.

The path led up a steep slope to a flat area overlooking a shallow canyon. Trixlia moved surprisingly fast. I had a hard time keeping up. Here it is, said Trixlia as she pointed to a spot of flattened desert brush.

Here is what? I asked as Trixlia pulled the thin card camera out of her jacket pocket.

My ship, said Trixlia as she pressed a button on the card camera device and a large silver egg shaped object appeared before us.

How did you do that? I asked even though I did not want to know.

Is that an RV? I asked as I looked for the wheels. The egg shaped object was sitting on three retractable legs.

Not quite, replied Trixlia as she pressed another button and a door opened in the side of the silver egg. It has a bed, but no kitchen nor bathroom. I'm hoping to upgrade to a bigger model once I have more seniority.

Seniority? I asked. What do you do?

I'm a collector, said Trixlia as I followed her into the egg.

The interior was all white and glossy. Inside the small cabin were a pair of seats behind a wrap around console. Behind the two front seats was a larger third seat. The third seat looked a bit like either a wide dentist chair or a recliner without arms. Around the third seat was a number of wall mounted devices. What do you collect? I asked.

I collect discarded humans, said Trixlia as the door closed behind us. You're my first specimen.

I'm not discarded, I said defiantly despite my uncontrollable shivering. I went running and the battery in my phone died. I only got lost.

That sounds discarded to me, said Trixlia. Have a seat. Let me get you a blanket.

I think I need to leave, I said not wanting to be a specimen.

Trixlia squeezed past me in the cramped cabin to reach a cabinet. I felt Trixlia's breast and hip press against me and reconsidered my immediate need to leave. Maybe you could just give me a ride to my car, I suggested.

Trixlia pulled a thin silver blanket out of the cabinet and closed the door. I tried to step back out of her way, but the reclined seat was right behind me. When Trixlia turned to me to put the blanket over me, I felt her breasts slide over and press against my chest.

There, how is that? Trixlia asked with a smile.

Nice, really nice, I said thinking more about the sensation of Trixlia against me than the warmth of the blanket. The blanket felt metallic, but stretchy and was surprisingly warm and soothing. I glanced behind me and stepped over the reclined seat to sit down with one leg on either side.

I don't suppose you have a cord for my phone? I asked Trixlia as I handed her my dead phone.

Trixlia looked at my phone for a moment and then leaned over me to place it in a bin on one the wall mounted devices beside the seat. I had to lean back on the seat to keep Trixlia's breasts from bumping into my face.

I was supposed to be meeting some clients for dinner, but I think I'm going to be late, I said as I gazed at Trixlia's chest and wished I hadn't leaned back.

You're such a lovely specimen, said Trixlia as she sat down sideways on the seat in front of me and touched my arm. You're so lean and muscled, said Trixlia as she moved her hand from my arm over to my chest. They will be very pleased by you.

You're a lovely specimen too, I said to Trixlia. I knew it sounded corny, but I couldn't think of anything better to say. I knew I should have been more concerned by what Trixlia