Unfrozen Horny Nympho Alien (Book 1 of "Nympho Alien Invasion")

By Alana Church

Eve and Ashley never expected to find anyone when they explored the old military bunker high in the Alps. But the lovely, dark-haired woman wasn't just an alien from another planet, but a scout who had been in hibernation for over a century! Awake at last, Tezla is going to use the couple to slake her desires! Will she be humanity's savior? Or its curse? Find out in "Unfrozen Horny Nympho Alien!"

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Oh, it was so good. Back home, back on Diadem, the act of masturbation was viewed suspicion just short of open hostility. Those who held themselves as moral arbiters of the planet thundered that it would only lead to more depraved acts of indulgence. Even when she was alone in her ship on one of her missions, in the depths of space with not another living soul around, Tezla had been wary, ever mindful that her every action was recorded. But now the pleasure was incredible, greater than she had ever found when she partook in one of her rare, carefully-hidden sessions of self-love. Her body tingled. Surges of electricity seemed to leap from her body to her brain and back again, feeding off each other, and she rubbed herself more rapidly, needing the release that only her climax could give.

Tezla didn’t know why she turned her head. Perhaps she heard something, on a level below awareness. Perhaps there was a shift in the air. Or perhaps her senses, honed to a razor’s edge by scout training, told her that someone else was awake.

Awake. And watching her.

She turned her head. Eve lay beside her. Her head was pillowed on one arm. But her eyes were open. Tezla could see the faint gleam. And could see, even more faintly, the rich curve of her parted lips.

Tezla froze, overcome by mortification. The shame! The disgrace! To be caught with her fingers on her privates, as if she was some outworlder who had no sense of how civilized people behaved.

“Poor little girl,” Eve breathed. “Do you want some help?”

Tezla felt her eyes widen. She thought she had been aroused before. But nothing had prepared her for the bolt of searing lust woken by Eve’s words.

“Help?” she breathed. “How?”

“Oh, in so many ways.” Her smile grew wider. “There are things women can do for each other that men...” One shoulder lifted in a shrug. “They do their best, poor things. With the wits God gave them, and with the bodies God gave them. But there are some things,” she added, lifting a finger to trail down Tezla’s arm, making her shudder, “that women can do better themselves.”

“But...you belong to him.”

“I belong to me,” Eve corrected. “Not to Ash. I love him. And he loves me.

“And more important, he understands me. He knows I have desires he can’t answer. We had a nice long talk about it, a long time ago. I have his permission to stray.” Her smile grew a bit lopsided. “Within certain limits.”

“And does he?”

The smile grew more genuine. “Also within certain limits.” Eve shifted closer, putting her hand flat on Tezla’s stomach. It seemed to burn her through the cloth, and Tezla shifted, fighting back an urge to throw herself into the other woman’s arms.

“Shouldn’t you ask him?”

“I don’t have to. When you know and love someone as deep as Ash and I know and love each other, there is no need.” Her hand began to caress her. “I already know the answer.”

“In that case,” Tezla whispered unsteadily. “Please help me."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Jan 28, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005082789

Alana Church

Born and raised in Illinois, Alana attended the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, graduating with a degree in Education in 1994. She soon found out that the teaching life was not for her, and after a series of adventures has settled down in the Chicago suburbs, where she works for a telecommunications company.Alana lives alone, surrounded by books, pictures, a pile of story ideas, and a turtle named Pedro.

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Unfrozen Horny Nympho Alien

By Alana Church

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2022 Alana Church

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~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

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Chapter 1

On the planet Diadem, capital of the Empire of Jewels

The Hall of Adamant. Justiciar’s Council.

Empire Year 5719 (Modern Era)

Scout Captain Tezla Byron. Do you understand the charges against you?

Tezla shifted her feet. The faint scuff of her boot-soles on the marble floor woke echoes from the perfect acoustics of the high hall of Justice. She smiled lazily. Let’s hear them all again, my lord. Just to make sure you haven’t forgotten any.

The presiding judge scowled at her insolence. But since Tezla suspected her sentence had been decided days ago, there was no harm in antagonizing the dried-up old prune, or his six equally bloodless colleagues.

Might as well draw things out, she thought. Hell. Maybe I’ll get lucky, and the pathetic old fossil will drop dead before he can read my sentence. At least then I’ll have a few more weeks of rest at home before they find someone else to pronounce my sentence.

"Very well. The charges, against Scout Captain Tezla Byron, of Clan Del’Monte, are as follows:

"Landing on a proscribed planet. For the record, the planet being Chara Epsilon, called by its inhabitants Home, an underdeveloped class-five planet with no spacefaring capability and only the most rudimentary understanding of physics, chemistry, biology, and higher mathematics.

Making contact with the sentient inhabitants of a proscribed planet.

They are not ‘sentient inhabitants,’ my lord, Tezla retorted, despite her better judgement. They are as human as you and I. It is not their fault our forebears deserted them.

The wrinkled old man ignored her outburst, shuffled papers, and swallowed in distaste. Engaging in sexual congress with the inhabitants of a proscribed planet in the now-outlawed mammalian fashion.

At that, Tezla laughed outright, heedless of the look of outrage that passed over Judge Hej’s face.

And lastly, Hej said, his throat working as if he were fighting back an urge to vomit. "Returning to Diadem with your contraceptive implant deactivated, in violation of the Progeny Act of 5703. And for attempting to conceive a child without receiving permission from the Reproduction Council.

"None of these charges have been disputed by you, the defendant.

Tezla Byron. She did not miss that the judge did not name her clan, nor the rank to which she was entitled. Tezla was not surprised. She had always been a misfit, a rebel, if never quite so blatant. And this time, it seemed, the scouts were going to let her swing for her actions. Have you anything to say in your defense?

She raised her eyebrows in stark disbelief. Would you actually listen to anything I have to say?

A defendant will always be heard, Judge Hej intoned piously. It is the Way. Though we believe you to be mistaken, there is always the possibility you have words of wisdom to impart to us.

Tezla tilted her head, accepting his words without believing them. Then I say this, she said, passion whetting her words like a knife.

"You condemn the scouts as different, as other. As a necessary evil, tolerable only as long as they stay within the boundaries you have set. We venture out, into the great unknown. Into the vast dark that lies between the stars.

Have you seen it, Judge Hej? Her eyes swept the seven that sat in judgment of her. None met her gaze. "Have any of you? We go out and we seek those who were lost. Those who our ancestors deserted when war came upon us and we were forced to retreat to the home worlds to survive. After decades of war that pushed us to the brink, we emerged victorious against the Black Hegemony, it is true. And we have had more than five millennia of peace and prosperity since. But how many of our brothers, our sisters, our cousins in the Empire of Jewels were left to fend for themselves while we cowered in the core systems? They lost so much. Not just in technology and wealth and safety. But in their very identity. They have no knowledge of who and what they truly are. And we choose to keep them in darkness and ignorance, out of our own sense of superiority, until they meet an arbitrary technological goal we have set.

I have seen it, she declared, her voice rising with sudden passion and wrath. I have seen the scorched planets the Hegemony left behind. Seen the ruined cities, the blackened fields, the hopeless barricades where the last survivors fought, even though they knew their efforts were in vain. I have seen what was left, she whispered in bleak silence. Nothing. Those that surrendered had their planets sterilized. Those that fought… She swallowed. They faced worse. Slavery and torture and starvation. And the Pits.

"Is it any wonder that after seeing that, any functioning consciousness should choose to celebrate life? She laughed suddenly. Oh, you sick, twisted lot. You condemn me as a throwback, when it is you who are truly deviant. Humankind was not meant to sit and create the new generations through bloodless, passionless science, she sneered. You cold, considerate men and women. You sit here and think you are the pinnacle of civilization. You shrink from your own desires, harvesting your seed and counting your chromosomes dearer than the lives of your own children, on those rare occasions when you can even be bothered to take the time to sire any progeny. But you have more in common with the Hegemony than other, truer humans who I have met, who live and love and glory in their lives, short and fleeting though they might be."

Silence! Judge Hej leapt to his feet, his face white with fury. You will insult us no more, Captain!

Insult you? Oh, dear gods in their heaven, I wasn’t insulting you, Tezla smirked. "Far be it for me, a mere captain, to insult you. I was merely describing you. If you have your way, you will stare at your bellies, contemplating the glories of your own navel, until the Hegemony comes back and utterly destroys your glorious Empire. And when that happens, the last thought that crosses your mind will be, ‘where were our warriors?’

But in your desire to eliminate every last scrap of sexual desire from our genetic heritage, you will have bred them out of existence. And you will die, choking on your own blood, looking into the blank mouth of a Hegemonic rifle.

Enough. Hej had recovered his composure. His glance took in his fellow counselors. They nodded like puppets. "Your own words condemn you. You do not deny your actions, which are prohibited both by the laws of the Jewel Empire and by the code of the Corps of Scouts.

You will go forth from this place. In three days, you shall present yourself at the Hall of Cleansing. There you shall be cured of those urges the Council deems, a swallow, unnatural. If you do not, you will be declared outcast and anathema, and your clan will be forced to expel you, on pain of expulsion from the homeworld itself.

Tezla’s belly clenched in sudden fear. Cleansing. It was the next thing to a death sentence, at least for one such as her. She would emerge from that hall cheerful and smiling. She would be happy. But then, she wouldn’t have any choice in the matter. Not with her personality twisted into the shape the Cleansers deemed appropriate.

She allowed her posture to sag in surrender. But her mind was racing. I accept the Council’s decision, she said woodenly. Tears leaked from her eyes, tracing a slow path down her cheeks. Do I have permission to withdraw?

Hej smiled, gloating over her humiliation. And why not? His clan and hers had been rivals for generations. Of course, he said, his voice dripping with false sympathy. He threw his words at her retreating back as she turned away. Do not fail, Tezla, he continued, not even giving her the courtesy her rank demanded. You will be cleansed. Or you will be banished.

~Sam, can you hear me?~ she subvocalized as she walked down the bare, sterile hall, using the neural link which had been implanted in her brain when she graduated from Scout Academy.

~Of course, Captain,~ her ship’s computer immediately replied. ~How fucked are we?~

It might have been a mistake, Tezla thought, to allow her ship to take on so much of her own personality. But if she had not, she doubted Sam would do what she asked of her now. ~Pretty fucked, and not in a good way, either. If I don’t allow the Cleansers to mind-rape me back into an obedient little scout, they’re going to send me into exile and force Mother and the rest of the clan to cast me out.~

~And do we have anything resembling a plan?~

~Yes.~ She pushed open the doors of the Hall of Justice, breathing deep of balmy summer air. Her footsteps quickened, her bootheels rapping out a staccato beat as she descended the marble steps. ~Prepare for