Page 12 of The Alien’s Mate

“Yes, Atlas!” She was smiling now, despite the tears. “I’m Lila!”

He said something else in his language, sounds that sent shivers down her spine. Whatever he said, it sounded comforting. Perhaps, Lila thought, he understood her fear. Maybe, if she was lucky, he would respect her boundaries.

But just as hope had flared up inside of her, he circled her, taking deep whiffs of her hair. He touched her, wrapped his large hands around her throat, and explored her body with a strange and possessive kind of curiosity.

Lila breathed shallowly, her legs trembling and her knees nearly giving out. His skin was warm against hers, opposite of what she’d imagined, and his touch left fire in its wake. He touched her hair, ran his thick fingers through her dark locks and grabbed onto it tightly, almost painfully so. She tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he growled at her, deeply and darkly, and she stilled. He blatantly cupped both her breasts in one of his massive hands, kneading them slowly.

His touch was mostly careful at first, but soon, it grew demanding, impatient. He got tired of the fabric shielding her skin and ripped the shirt from her shoulders; Lila could do nothing but whimper and sob as the giant undressed her. His claws tore through the fabric of her sweater without much effort, shredding it to the ground before he attacked her bra with the same ferocity.

When he had exposed her chest, Lila closed her eyes hard, feeling the redness bloom on her cheeks as her nipples perked. Atlas found her hardened buds fascinating and pinched them between his fingers, rolling them until she gave out an involuntary moan.

He growled again, encouraged, it seemed, either to silence her or to entice her; Lila couldn’t understand which, because even though she bit her tongue, her body responded to his growl in earnest. She had to submit. Nothing else would do.

He played with her breasts until they were red and sore, until every pinch echoed between her legs, and Lila’s tears had stained her cheeks. Then, he took her neck in an iron grip, coaxing a horrified gasp from her, and moved her to the other side of the chamber. There, on a raised podium, the alien had fashioned himself a bed. The foundation was straw, as she could see some of it sticking out from hides he had sewn together, but it was covered with heaps of animal hides and furs, making it look soft and warm. He pushed her into it, and she fell to her knees. She was quick to turn, crawling away from him as he rumbled deeply while he towered over her.

It was as soft as it looked, but that was little comfort as she stared in horror at the massive creature in front of her. Leaning forward, he grabbed onto her with ease and pulled her to him. Crawling on top of her, his eyes never left hers. He kept growling, like an aggressive purr causing her to melt into a puddle of fear and desire beneath him, and she let out another whimper, one that sounded so pathetically needy, she wanted to bury herself and die. His eyes roamed her naked torso, lingered at her breasts, and he bared his teeth.

But Atlas pulled away and took a step back from the bed. Surprised, Lila sat and just stared at him. Rolling his shoulders, he emitted a sound she had never heard before. It was like a chuff, but it was longer and stronger. It was almost like a growl, but not as aggressive as the ones before. Then, he had wanted to assert his dominance—now, he wanted something else. The sound rolled between the walls of the cavern, clicking yet rumbling. He rolled his shoulders again, tightening his fist, and displayed how strong he was. The light of the fire reflected on the moist stalagmites and danced across his torso, exhibiting his rippling muscles as he moved to enhance them; he was showing her what a good mate he would be. This, she realized, was a mating dance.

His eyes were settled on her with a look that burned straight through her. His nostrils flared, he bared his teeth, and the rumbling and clicking grew louder.

The sound vibrated through her, and the smell of him filled the chamber. Despite her fear, she couldn’t help but feel the warmth spread, making her flustered and compromised. Her heart raced, her belly fluttered, and the slick between her legs betrayed her as her cunt ached to be filled.

No, she thought to herself, this couldn’t be happening. She would not get wet by a fucking alien . But Atlas kept moving, kept making the sounds, and soon, there was nothing in the world except for her and him. Her body kept betraying her and weakened at his display, submitting to his demands, and a need arose inside of her that she never thought would emerge.

It was then she noticed the shift in the long loincloth, the apparent bulge that hadn’t been there before. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, and in the middle of his seductive vocalization, he chuffed a laugh. Reaching down, he undid the metal belt. He let it fall to the ground, taking the loincloth with it, and Lila’s mouth fell open as the alien’s cock stood against his belly.

It was a monster of its own. Tall and girthy, it was bigger than anything she’d ever seen before. Ridges lined the underside of the cock, an imposing scrotum hung below, and the tip was bulbous and purple. Dark veins covered the shaft and made it look even more terrifying. The very thought of him taking her with that thing made her tremble with trepidation.

“Ell-ah.” Her name was foreign to him, but he said it anyway.

She gazed back into his eyes, scared and pathetically aroused, and if she wasn’t bound by his spell, she would have smacked that self-assured smirk right off that alien’s face. He knew his tactics were working. He knew she would submit to him like a pitiful wench.

She whimpered when he moved to her. His cock bounced just at the level of her eyes, and she turned her face away in fear. Atlas, however, kneeled to breathe in her scent. A deep and low rumble escaped him as he started to tug at her pants.

Lila froze. He was smelling her arousal. She knew he was. And now, he wanted to see the proof. His fingers were far too big to fiddle with the button and zipper of her jeans, so he opted to simply pull them down over her hips, but they were tight and started to rip.

“Atlas, no!” Lila gasped and tried to kick him away. The big alien responded by roaring in her face, tendrils of his saliva dripping from his lethal teeth, and she fell pliant on her back with cries stuck in her throat. With a rumble, he ripped her pants to bits. She could barely move when he pulled off her panties, the only dignity she had left on her body, and the alien wasted no time.

His hands wrapped around her thighs with ease as he spread her legs wide, exposing her to him. Lila hid her face in her hands and sobbed while Atlas took a deep whiff of her heat. She bit her lip and swallowed a wail, feeling the embarrassment burn through her, as well as the arousal. There was no hiding it now, how much her body wanted him.

“Ell-ah,” he said again, but she didn’t want to look at him. She didn’t want him to see her blushing face. Atlas spread her legs wider, opening her up to him even more, and then he pressed out the very English word, “Mate.”

CHAPTER 6

THE FIRST

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She could hardly believe what she was hearing. All this time and he could voice their language if he wanted to. He had just decided not to humor them. But now, with Lila in his mercy, he proved to her that he could communicate, that he could learn their human languages. Maybe he’d understood them the whole time; maybe he’d just bided his time.

“Mate,” he said again and dipped his head down to her pooling folds.

She shrieked when she felt his hot and strong tongue against her sex, jerking away from him—but he held fast. A slow and tentative stroke of his tongue, and she was in bits. He tasted her with as much curiosity as dominance. Lila threw her head back as spikes of pleasure and horror shot through her body, arching her back. Atlas’s tongue was long and broad, and he lapped her skillfully. When he found her nub, her mewls echoed through the cavern, surprising even her.

It didn’t matter how many pornos they’d shown him, she thought—with no one to practice on, he couldn’t possibly have become this proficient in oral sex from his human lectures. No, she determined, he must have been familiar with it from before.

Pleasure overtook Lila as she writhed beneath Atlas’s relentless tongue. Heat was building in her stomach, pooling and burning, spreading to her loins. Her cunt ached with the wish for release, but Atlas tormented her, teasing her before pulling away again and again.