Page 21 of The Alien’s Mate

Then he crouched so that his face was only inches from hers. “But it will be even more satisfactory tasting the desire of your cunt.”

Lila bit her lip to stifle a whimper. She knew what was coming—and she was right. She shrieked when the alien threw her legs over his shoulders and dove down between her legs. The robe Dr. Bryce had given her was the only piece of clothing she had, and as he spread her legs, her cunt was exposed to him. He took her entire womanhood in his mouth in one sucking motion, causing her to cry out in surprise. His tongue darted out of his mouth, jabbing her folds and entrance, swirling the embarrassingly excessive wetness around and around, smacking and licking with obscene sounds. He growled deeply, and the vibrations were torturously delicious as they teased her sharply. She leaned against the back of the bench, her entire body tightening at the sensation.

His tongue was as strong and as broad as she remembered it, and he found her clit without any hesitation. He ate her out, as if she was a dessert, and Lila fell back with her eyes rolling into her skull as the orgasm quickly took her over, as she came into his mouth.

“AH!” Her scream echoed in the empty lobby. Folded over herself on a bench in a public space should have mortified her, but it didn’t. There were only them and the carnage Atlas had created. The only hope she had for salvation and dignity had left her behind. She cried out again when he dragged his tongue over her slit and nub and took her clit in a sucking grip with his lips.

She hitched her strained breath when she felt one of his clawed fingers prod at her entrance, and he sank it into her without hesitation. Lila moaned, clenched her cunt around it, and rejoiced at the strain. His finger was like a cock on its own, and she voiced her pleasures as he fucked her with it. His tongue flicked over her clit, sending spikes of delight through her body, and when he slowed down to push another finger into her, the stretch made her entire body unfold in yet another release.

“Oh, god!” she cried as she trembled uncontrollably, but Atlas seemed unbothered by her as he kept on licking, kept on pumping his fingers into her. She felt his knuckles breach her again and again, coated by her slick and come, and she knew that if anyone saw her now, saw her mindless grin, they would think she’d completely lost it.

When the alien was satisfied with the wideness he’d created, he pulled his fingers out of her—much to her dismay—and rose to his full height. His cock bounced and twitched in anticipation, while Lila’s trembling legs fell to the floor as she tried to regain her breath.

She knew it was far from over. He would fuck her senseless, and perhaps even kill her. She didn’t know, and it was as if she didn’t even care. Desire and lust had overpowered her, and she wanted nothing but to be completely owned by the beast from outer space. Maybe it was her mind trying to save her from the trauma of seeing all those people get killed by the very same alien who just brought her two unbelievable orgasms, or maybe she just didn’t care anymore.

Atlas grunted impatiently and pulled her to her feet. Lila gasped and nearly collapsed as her legs could barely hold her, but he dragged her to the front desk and sat her atop it. With one, great tug, he pulled her hips to him and forced himself between her legs, while Lila shrieked and had to catch herself lest she fell backward.

The alien growled and drove his ridged cock along her slit, coating it with her juices, and Lila moaned meekly. The ridges felt so diabolically good against her clit, but she knew how badly it would hurt when he pushed in.

“Please, Atlas,” she breathed, “be careful.”

Anger flashed in his eyes, and he snarled as he wrapped his hand around her throat. “I will use you as I please, pet.” With that, he forced himself inside of her, and her desperate cunt struggled to make way for him.

Lila cried out in pain. The hand around her throat restricted her airflow and would most certainly bruise; for a moment, the haze of lust dissipated, and fear overtook her. Her eyes flooded, her chest tightened, and she could think clearly again. But it was too late; Atlas snapped his hips into her, and Lila screamed as his cock hit her in all the wrong places—and all the right ones. The ridges rubbed her cruelly, stimulating her in ways she wasn’t supposed to be stimulated, and the massiveness of his manhood forced her to stretch not only wide but deep.

She clawed at the hand choking her, but the burning pain from his cock overshadowed the pain of his grip. She begged him to stop, but just as before, Atlas didn’t like being told what to do. He roared in her face, almost deafening her, and the pang of horror elevated the sensation of his fucking. Her nipples perked hard, her skin prickled, and she shuddered in strange delight.

Soon, he set a pace that made her see stars. Her feet reached his shoulders, she was half suspended in the air by his cock, and he held onto her as if she didn’t weigh more than a leaf. His balls slapped against her ass, and the sound echoed sharply in the abandoned lobby together with his growls, her cries, and the squelching sounds of her dripping hole being drilled by his monstrosity.

She sobbed as she moaned, her chest almost imploding in dread—but the fear only spurred the pleasure, and before she understood what was happening, the alien’s ruthlessness forced yet another orgasm from her. She screamed, groaned, and feebly clenched her cunt around his cock as she convulsed.

“Lila?”

She gasped sharply, the hand around her throat only allowing half the air to enter her lungs, and she turned her head as much as his grip would allow. There, by the elevator, was Dean.

Dean, who had told her she was beautiful. Dean, who had made the others stop hounding her. Dean, who was the only one who might actually care about her inside that facility. Dean, who ought to have escaped with the others but somehow missed the helicopters.

She saw the absolute shock and horror on his face, the deep disbelief, and the gun in his hand. He gawked at the scene, his face pale, and his hands trembled.

“What the fuck?” he cried.

Atlas saw him, as well, and slammed his cock deeply into Lila, making her cry out in painful pleasure. He didn’t stop fucking her, didn’t let go of her throat, but he raised his hand with the vambrace, and with a precise flick of his wrist, a slim arrow shot out and hit Dean in his arm, forcing him to drop the gun.

He screamed in pain, Lila howled in horror, and Atlas roared in fury and lust.

“Get the fuck off her, you fucking monster!” Dean cried as he hurtled toward them, but Atlas’s arms were long. He stopped the ex-marine dead in his tracks as his other hand closed around his throat, his claws digging into Dean’s flesh.

Lifting him into the air, Atlas kept his pace thrusting into Lila while determinedly squeezing the life out of Dean, forcing him to watch.

The ex-marine wheezed for air, kicked his feet, and clawed at the beast’s steel grip; his face was turning red, the veins in his forehead popping in terrifying patterns. He gazed at her, bloodshot eyes begging for forgiveness. Had he stayed to find her? To save her?

Lila knew she should feel grief, sadness, anger, anything—but all she could feel, as the pain slowly transformed into unrelenting pleasure, was desire. The life that slipped away from Dean’s eyes was, at that moment, nothing but proof of Atlas’s superiority, his unmatched strength. When the eyes went dull, his face purple, Atlas threw him away as if he was nothing but trash.

The body hit the floor with a thud, and the giant returned all his attention to Lila. When he released her throat, she moaned loudly, gasping for air. His large hands traversed her body, leaving traces of fire. He took hold of her breasts and kneaded steadily while plowing her with animalistic need. He leaned over her; drool from his snarl dripped down on her face, hot and slick, the black dread-like tubes fell like a curtain around them, and he grabbed hold of the edge of the desk by her head to steady himself as he began smashing into her violently and frantically.

Lila mewled, moaned, cried—her body was pushed into overdrive, she wouldn’t be able to take much more, but she didn’t want him to stop. Her cunt clung to him as if it tried to fuse with him, gripping around his grith as he pounded her; her juices had soaked her cunt, her ass, her inner thighs, and parts of her lower belly; her loins burned so badly, his abuse brought her micro-orgasms, ones that just chained together in one long muted release, making it impossible for her to gather her thoughts for a single second.

Atlas’s thrust became short and deep, and with a lion roar, he buried himself to the hilt as the knot at his base began to swell.