Page 20 of The Alien’s Mate

Atlas took a step closer. Mr. West cried out and fired his gun, but the bullet only bounced off the alien’s body and ricocheted into a lamp that broke into a million pieces. Atlas advanced, and Mr. West shot again.

Lila took cover from the bouncing bullets, out of the room, her heart in her throat. She didn’t look to see what Atlas would do to the man—knowing what he’d done to the others was enough. As she heard the gunshots, heard Mr. West’s pleas, it was as if the world simply disappeared. She could hear nothing but her heartbeats, and she could finally digest all the things the alien man had told her. He was going to take her with him, to space. She was going to be—what, his slave? She didn’t want to go with him. She didn’t want to go to outer space—the mere idea was incomprehensible and mortifying. She wanted to go home.

It was a split-second decision, but she bolted toward the elevator. Her heart was in her throat, and she knew that if she would have even the slightest chance of getting away, she needed to reach the elevator before Atlas knew she had run. She heard Mr. West scream, she heard Atlas roar, and as the sounds faded, she heard the now familiar crack of bones breaking.

A sob rose in her throat. That could be her—who was to say Atlas wouldn’t grow bored of her? Who was to say he wouldn’t break her bones while fucking her? She would not give him the chance. Hurtling into the elevator just as Atlas rounded the corner, Lila pressed the top floor button as many times as she could. She could barely breathe; her legs were nearly buckling underneath her while she saw the alien’s rageful face as he sprinted towards her with long, fast strides.

The doors slid shut, just as he was about to reach her, and the elevator began its climb.

Lila let out a sob of relief as she fell to the floor. She heard Atlas bang on the doors down on second below, but it was when it became ominously quiet that she started to worry.

“Come on, come on, come on,” she muttered at the elevator, praying for it to go faster. She watched the minus turn to zero, and the soft chime of the bell signaled that she had arrived. As soon as the doors opened, she crawled out and onto her feet. The lobby was abandoned, but the door stood ajar. It was dark outside, but she saw the lights from the helicopter a few yards away spilling in through the open exit.

But it was already lifting.

“No!” Lila screamed as she rushed to the door. “No, wait for me!” She hurried out into the chilly night, ran toward the landing platform, but the helicopter rose into the dark skies. One had already flown off, she gathered. All they left behind were dead bodies—and her.

She fell to her knees and cried. That was her only chance.

As she sat in the stillness of the night, the alarm still ringing from the building, she didn’t even hear Atlas when he came up behind her. She just winced in pain as he grabbed her hair and hauled her to her feet, forcing her to face him.

Tears streamed down her face as she gazed into his furious eyes. “Atlas,” she croaked, “please, don’t hurt me.” She had said the exact same thing when she found herself in his enclosure—but now, he could understand her.

His face was unforgiving. “My pet shall learn,” he growled and dragged her with him back inside the building.

CHAPTER 9

THE NEED

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“Please, Atlas!” she pleaded as he dragged her into the lobby, but he showed very little mercy.

He pushed her down on a padded bench, roughly and unceremoniously. He tinkered with the metal around his arm, and after a few short seconds, a strange sound shot out from the vambrace, and the lights went out together with the alarm.

The world stilled for a short moment, in darkness and silence, before the backup generators kicked in and some of the lights came on again. That was when she saw the massive cock sticking out from under the alien’s loincloth, already at half-mast and growing fast. Lila swallowed and felt her cheeks heat at the sight of it. With a low rumble, he grabbed her hair again and guided her head to his manhood, his grip demanding, and his eyes determined.

She had to catch herself against his thick thighs lest she face-planted his stiffening monstrosity. She didn’t need the metal plate behind her ear to understand what he wanted her to do; at first, she wanted to resist, but the hand in her hair was a warning for what might follow if she did. Swallowing, she carefully wrapped her hands around the heavy cock and began caressing him with long strokes. Her hands were trembling, and her tears were still falling, but he was grunting in loud satisfaction.

She hadn’t touched it before, hadn’t felt the velvety quality of it; it was so different from his thick hide. The skin was soft and glided smoothly over his iron core. She was mesmerized by it, enthralled.

It thickened in her hands, swelling to an even more intimidating size, and Lila wondered how she had ever been able to fit that inside of her. But she remembered the pain—and the terrifying, mind-warping pleasure.

She moved her hands along the ridges, down to the root and his heavy scrotum; at the base, she could feel a shift beneath the skin, like a large knot enveloping the circumference, and she realized that was probably what swelled inside of her. Many mammals on Earth had the same kind of anatomy—if she wasn’t in the situation that she was, she might have been fascinated, but the memory of that thing growing inside of her made her shiver and ache, in an oddly good way.

She caressed him back up to his bulbous tip. The skin of it was even softer, the flesh of it springy. Precum leaked from it, sticky and wet, and the musky smell that arose from him should make her queasy—but it didn’t. If anything, she felt her mouth water at the sight of the slightly shimmering shininess atop the purple skin of his tip. She didn’t even realize he had begun purring and clicking when she leaned forward and extended her tongue.

She gave the tip a lick, felt the salty yet unoffensive juices spread on her tongue, and a flood of desire swept over her. She swirled her tongue around his soft tip, wrapped her lips around it, and sucked the deliciousness from its source.

Atlas let out a vibrating moan and tightened his hold of her hair. She whimpered in pain, and his movement forced her head further down on his cock. It was far too big for her mouth, and it pressed against the roof of her mouth and pushed down her tongue, threatening her gag reflex. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t swallow, and her jaw wouldn’t open an inch more—yet, she had only just managed to get the tip into her mouth.

It was as if her body commanded her to take him as far deep as she could possibly go, and then some, choking herself on his massiveness. With great effort, she bobbed her head up and down around his tip; she still couldn’t breathe, her jaw was at its breaking point, but she worked diligently with her lips and tongue while running her hands up and down the rest of the cock. She felt the ridges underneath her fingertips, the hard vein pumping his black blood into the shaft, and she shuddered at the memory of how they felt while rubbing her inner walls.

The taste of him filled her, seeped into her very being, and soaked her with unimaginable joy. Somewhere, she knew she should fight him, be disgusted by everything that had happened, but she simply couldn’t bring herself to feel that way—even if she rationally knew she should. Pulling away from him, seeing the string of her saliva mixed with his iridescent precum, she wondered if it was some kind of effect, some kind of drug-like haze, that prevented her from seeing clearly, but she didn’t care. She licked the precum from his canal with eagerness and felt her cunt weep uncontrollably.

When he pulled away, she nearly objected. The alien pried her chin upwards and smiled cruelly. “It is satisfactory seeing your small mouth struggle with my girth.” He grabbed his cock and leisurely slapped it across her face.

She felt the heft of it, the sheer mass, and gasped in longing.