Free sexy sci-fi: 'Only who is left'

Hi

I'm making book I of my sexy sci-fi series The Inversion Chronicles free for today only. It's called 'Only who is left' and can be found here:

'Only who is left' on Amazon.

Hope you enjoy it! :)

Take care and all the very best,

Alexandra xxx

Inversion Chronicles: parts 1 and 2 now available

Hi!

Sorry again for not being around. Life is demanding, isn't it? So much to do and so little time... I try to keep you up to date with what I'm doing, but I'm so busy doing it that... Well, you probably get the picture.

I've recently published part 2 of my sexy sci-fi saga 'The Inversion Chronicles', entitled 'Love them Without Hope'. It's available - as are all my other published works - on Amazon. You can take a look at it here:

The Inversion Chronicles, Part II: Love them without hope

Please read on to sample a short section:

The room contained a galaxy. Occasional light beams from the city pierced the warm dusk, illuminating suspended swirling micro-particles of dust. Meanwhile, with an almost imperceptible comforting hum, air purifiers fought a constant battle to remove the myriad motes. In my darker moments, these processes summed up existence perfectly, reminded me of the obvious: the universe is beautiful, but essentially pointless. Stars burn, give their heat, and life sometimes thrives in their glow. Stars explode, extinguish that life. From the detritus, new stars grow, mop up the spangled cosmic dust, and life thrives once again. 

That night, from Jane's wide window, the high curve of the dome was a gossamer silhouette. Beyond the massive structure, in a rare lull, the planet's usually savage elements rested and I could see the sky. As though glued to a distant larger dome, winking stars marked their familiar constellations. I'd gazed at these stars for billions of years, tracked and plotted their courses, knew exactly where they had been and where they were going. Ironically, while everything outside the dome was predictable, everything within was not. The humans perplexed me, constantly surprised me. I never knew what the fuck they were going to do next. It was wonderful!

Jane's bare feet left their warm signature wherever she trod. Fading footsteps crossed the hard floor, their dark glow slowly dissipating into rising air. I'd been lost in reverie had not even noticed her comings and goings. Here she came again, tidying, busying herself. 

As usual, when doing simple chores, sounds tumbled unconsciously from her mouth, a gentle, undulating stream of frequencies that were always related by strict mathematical ratios. The lengths of the sounds were similarly related and lent the stream an implied but insistent rhythmic pulse, like a heartbeat. The vibrating stream washed over me and affected me, changed my mood and outlook, without direct physical contact with her. So when Jane was happy, I was happy; when melancholy - which was more usual - I lived her sadness. Today's rendering had moments of beautiful poignancy, but was overwhelmingly optimistic. There was a waver in the longer notes that betrayed her nervousness. The occasional words hinted at a tale of unrequited love that may even have turned out fine in the end. Ah! Now I understood. She was going to meet a man, perhaps to mate. That thought made me happier still. It was about time. Restrictions on permanent relationships had been relaxed since the PEP - Population Expansion Programme - had ended. It was known that many of the men did not want a steady partner, and I could not blame them for that; however, those who did had the pick of the bunch. And Jane was undoubtedly the fairest fruit of all.

She paused before the mirrored wall, ruffled her hair and smoothed her dress. She looked stunning, like a goddess. Tousled red ringlets reached halfway down her back, contrasting beautifully with her pale, porcelain skin. Her dress was short, a tight turquoise polymer tube that clung to her every curve. It was iridescent, opaque, and only microns thick. Her neck, shoulders and arms were bare, as were her legs. As always, her priceless gold pendant hung around her neck; the solid gold Roman J shone softly, as though lit from within. 

Apart from the dress and the pendant, she was obviously, blatantly naked. The material hugged her, supported her, highlighted every muscle, tendon and bone, accentuated every feminine feature. It appeared to be sprayed onto her and was obscenely beautiful. She was smaller in stature than most females I had seen; yet her tits, hips, waist and arse enjoyed perfect artistic proportions that pleased even my alien sensibilities. The soft nipples and surrounding subtle circles of her areolae turned each rounded tit into a turquoise target. She held her breath, tweaked her nipples and they grew; the sight and sensation made her smile. Turning some one hundred and sixty degrees, she stepped towards me, moving as though walking a tightrope. She ran both hands over her tits, across her ribs, stomach, hips and thighs, smoothing out tiny undulations in the clinging material. The depression of her navel was like an apostrophe - whether of possession or omission only the night ahead would tell. Beneath the soft curve of her belly, her pubis pressed a delicate letter J into the dress. I found it fascinating that she had again shaved her pubic hair into her initial and that she would display the fact so brazenly. I had been inside her head, knew her well, and quickly divined a reason:

J is for Jane. It represents me. Here, at the gateway to my body, I have scribed the code. I give it to you, freely, explicitly. Use it. Enter. I am yours.

'Lights out.

The computer obliged. On reaching my low windowsill, she peered out into the night. She smelt wonderful. Sex and spices. Unpredictability and desire.

'I should have worn underwear. What will he think of me? Should I shave off the J? Oh, damn... damn... what am I doing?'

She picked me up and I again felt her delicious heat. Every thought in her head was laid bare to me. 

Alex. I wish he were Alex. 

Forget him. He is married to the Dome. He is the father of all of us. 

Fuck, I want him. I want him.

Think what he did to me. What he put me through!

That wasn't him. That was the Executive. They made the decisions. The breeding programme was their initiative.

It was him. He put them in charge. He used me then discarded me. 

No, he didn't want to hurt me. He made love to me, but couldn't commit to me. I understood.

Fool! He fucked me, used me, then the fucking city used me. Impregnated me. Three times. So four fucking times that cunt raped my body.

No! I understand why. Population. Survival. It had to be done and I did my bit.

No! Wake up! They abused me. He abused me. The bastard took my babies. Oh, fuck.

Tears appeared in her eyes. I felt her pain and anguish. It was almost unbearable. With incredible mental strength, she swept the memories away.

Tonight will be good for me. A new beginning. Adam is a wonderful man. I could love him... I could. Adam... Mmm, I will be fine.

Fuck, I wished I were Human. Wished I had a body so I could commune with her. How lucky this Adam was! This barely clad promise of succulent suckable, fuckable flesh would surely drive any man wild and I was certain he would be no exception. 

'Here goes! Wish me luck, space rock.' She kissed me, became suddenly wistful. Her voice became a whisper. 'Diana, Rachael, Rebecca... wish me luck.'

'Good luck, Jane.'

In crystalline silence, I spoke for all of us. I cared for her; I really did.

She placed me back in my stand before pulling on translucent fragile-looking footwear that made her several inches taller. They accentuated the sway of her hips and tightened her thighs and calves. She offered her rounded buttocks to the mirror and smiled her approval. A single sonorous bell chimed, the signal that her date was waiting below. The door clicked closed and she was gone.

Three hours slowly passed.

The door slid opened again and Jane stepped inside. She walked a little unsteadily, spoke with a hint of a slur, and I knew the usual poisonous relaxant was in her system. She smelled of alcohol and sex, a volatile combination.

'Lights on. Dim a little. Okay. Come in, Adam. Make yourself at home.'

A tall, muscled, blonde-haired man entered the apartment. He was dressed in tight black T-shirt and shorts. Though his feet were bare, he was still six inches taller than his delectable host. He looked around admiringly.

'Beautiful place.'

'Thank you!' I knew what was coming next. 'Drink?'

Again the blue bottle was the choice of both. I was enthralled by that heady clear fluid and decided that once I joined with a Human, it would be the first thing I tasted. Jane sat on the long, white rectangular couch and Adam sat in a boxy white armchair opposite to her. They sipped in silence, each motioning to speak several times, but each deciding against it. Eventually, their eyes met and lingered, tacitly asking and answering every relevant question. Glasses were quickly emptied and placed on the floor. Adam rose then knelt before her and they kissed. Her arms snaked around his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist and they locked together in a sensuous embrace that simulated copulation. Long glassy heels clashed and jousted as her legs sought to pull him even closer. Groins ground together and only his flimsy clothing prevented penetration. Adam's lips moved to her neck and shoulders, sucked the turquoise targets on her breasts till her nipples rose and poked peaks into the tight damp material. Again their eyes met. Their pupils were wide; their breaths were short and deep.

Jane touched a tiny button at her hip and the dress flicked to a deep red. Her eyes flashed with amusement at his reaction. Another touch and it was white. One more and it was transparent. Adam gasped, mesmerised by the sheer naked beauty. Jane whispered just two words.

'Eat me.'

She slid down the couch and her dress rode up even higher. He guided her legs over his shoulders and gazed at her gaping pink wetness. An index finger traced the slender letter J above it. She giggled.

'That tickles.'

'So will this.'

A soft tongue lightly prodded her clitoris. Her eyes turned to the ceiling and her hands spread out on the couch beside her. Turquoise nails clawed at the white skin-like material in perfect time with his languid licks.

'You taste amazing.'

Again she giggled. Her voice slurred with alcohol and lust.

'I know...'

Strong, broad hands reached up, kneaded her tits through her incredible dress, tugged and twisted her nipples. Legs wrapped around his neck, pulling his mouth into her cunt. His tongue was inside her, fucking her, then resumed lapping at her clitoris. He was good at this. Very good. Pleasure was building in her gut. All her body was declaiming it. Nerves overloaded. She came. And came. He swallowed and fixed his mouth around her till she stilled.

As her breathing slowed and her body recovered, he prodded her clit again and smiled as orgasmic echoes made her squirm. Jane unwrapped her legs then eased his mouth away from her vulva.

'That was amazing. Thank you.' She kissed him, licked his face. 'I wonder... do you taste as good as me?' He gulped. Her eyebrows rose asymmetrically. 'Stand up. Let me find out.'