Page 24 of The Alien’s Mate

The alien gazed at her with his golden eyes. “You’re not a slave, Lila. You are my pet.”

Lila scowled. “And what is the difference?”

“A slave sleeps on the floor,” he muttered. “Are you sleeping on the floor?”

She swallowed. “No.”

“A slave eats what we do not want. Do you eat scraps?”

“No.”

He grunted and sat. “Slaves are disposable, but we treat pets well.”

“But I’m not free.”

“No.” He rose from the bed. His impressive manhood swung between his legs, glistening from both his and her cum. “And you never will be.”

Lila swallowed and sat, despite the ache in her body. “But why?”

He looked at her. “Because you’re human, Lila. There are no free humans on Ay’ta.”

She looked at him in hope. “ There are other humans there?”

Atlas chuckled softly and grabbed one of his self-cleaning cloths to wash. “Everyone of importance has several slaves, many of which are humans.”

“And…” She swallowed. “What about pets?”

He looked at her. “Human pets are scarce. Many find your species too… rudimentary.”

She felt her cheeks flush and wrapped her arms around her naked body. “Then why am I your pet and not your slave?”

“You ask a lot of questions, girl,” muttered he, and his gaze hardened. “You need not know my reasons.”

“But what if the other humans on your planet hate me because I’m treated differently?” She knew she should drop it, but she couldn’t. She was a fool for hoping, but she wished that he had feelings for her. Maybe pet was the best position he could give her, and if that was the case, she would be grateful for what he tried to do.

He set his jaw tight as he put his belt and loincloth on. “A slave would be severely punished if it hurt a pet. You need not worry.”

“Maybe one of your kind would ask me what makes me different.”

He sighed heavily and reached to grab her. In one, swift tug, he had pulled her to him. She stood on her knees on the bed, and he leaned down over her, his face hovering just inches from hers. “Then you can tell them that my reasons are mine, and mine alone. If they wish to contest me, then so be it.”

She felt her heart quicken; even if she’d just been violently fucked, she wanted more. It was partly his effect, but she also knew it was something else. “Can I pretend it’s because you like me?”

He observed her, moved his gaze to her lips, and nodded. “If you want to.” He kissed her then, his surprisingly soft lips on hers. His long tongue slithered into her mouth, and Lila sighed in delight and wrapped her arms around his sturdy neck. He lifted her as he straightened, his arms tightly secured around her waist.

Lila reveled despite her pain. He tasted so good, and every time he kissed her, all her worries slipped away into nothingness. She whirled her tongue around his, tugged at his lips, and pressed herself against him.

The alien growled, grabbed hold of her ass, and began kneading. Maybe, Lila thought, it wasn’t just he that affected her; maybe, if she was lucky, she affected him, as well.

She felt him grow hard against her once more, as his cock sprung out from under the fabric. She was sore and tired, but she wanted it inside of her again.

Atlas didn’t seem ready to part from her and lowered her back onto the bed. He pried her legs apart, aligned his cock with her already swollen and wet cunt, and breached her.

Lila whimpered and tightened; the pain was sharp, but the pleasure was sharper. The beast sank into her with ease, as he had already taken her just a few minutes earlier. Once again, he fucked her hard into the mattress, and Lila was brought more pleasure than she could handle.

She cried. The tears rolled from her eyes as she wept and cried and moaned and mewled—and she didn’t want him to stop. It was, however, quicker this time. He brought her one, maybe two orgasms—it was difficult for her to tell them apart—before he gave her another load.

Her body absorbed whatever toxins, or proteins, or enzymes that kept her alive, and the bed turned into the softest cloud in the universe. She was home.