by S Alexander
Memories of my life on Earth start flashing before my eyes. I had a dream. A dream of discovering one of the World's most hidden secrets, and I did. But now that dream seems childish and ignorant. Now the most important thing is worrying about living another day in this horrible place. What have I done to them to deserve being treated like this? I'm just a walking womb for these people, an experiment. It shouldn't hurt so much, but it does.
There's someone at the door. I hold my breath for as long as I can and wait for the doors to open. My heart drums like crazy and I cannot stop shaking. A chill runs through my spine, making me shiver. My eyes bulge when the door slides open. Catleya, the alien female, enters first. But there's another right behind her... a male. He towers over her with his massive height and build. It can't be. I'd recognize those eyes out of millions. It's him. It's Ka'el. My cheeks burn like a steaming engine, my temple veins engorged. I literally go from terrified to pissed off in a second. Now I just want to stand and punch this guy's face for betraying my trust. The almighty chief of the Breeding facility... "fucking jerk" is an understatement for this one.
"You know what to do. Don't disappoint me or you know what happens," the female tells Ka'el. He gazes at her and nods his head in obedience. He behaves differently. He appears more humble and obedient that I remember him. Even his body posture is strange. His shoulders are leaning to the front, his head lowered.
"I will not fail. I will do what needs to be done." Ka'el tells the female, Catleya, and moves a little to the front. I want to stand and approach him, yet I don't. I remain in my crouched position on the floor, clenching my fists until my nails puncture the skin in my palms. Both of them ignore me. It's like I'm not even there. They don't look at me or even say a word to me. This makes me angrier if that's even possible. I'm just a piece of garbage to these jerks, a disposable item.
The alien female pats Ka'el's shoulder and leaves the room. He remains standing there, not moving another inch. He searches for me with his gaze, his face serious and grave. He says nothing. He just stands there with his muscular body covered in a beautifully adorned white robe. He's bare-chested, only a small strap going over his shoulder to sustain the lower part that covers his legs. My gaze goes down to the protruding bulge positioned below his abs. I can feel bursts of heat going up to my cheeks. I forgot how endowed these brutes are. I bite my lip to distract my attention from unimportant issues. I stand up, adjusting my robe to reveal less cleavage. I cross both arms over my chest and stare at him, brows drawn together.
I stand a few feet away from him, expecting him to speak. “Are you just gonna be there not saying a word, Ka'el?” Still, there's no answer from the alien. He looks at me with no expression. His eyes used to be bright and full of meaning when he looked at me. Now his gaze is empty, devoid of any emotion. “I’m talking to you over there,” I tell him, my voice louder.
"How do you know my name, female?" He asks in his grave voice and comes closer, his bluish skin gleaming in the light.
"Are you serious? Is this a fucking joke?" My blood boils inside, my face flushing with heat. I can’t believe this is real. He stands right in front of me and pretends not to know who I am. He fucked me in ways I never thought possible, told me I was his fated mate, treated me better than anyone else, and now this. I don’t know if I should laugh or cry or yell. Now I see he's nothing more than a jerk who wanted to screw some different species' pussy. Fucking jerk! That's the story of my life… jerks everywhere.
"Do you see me laughing? It's no joke. I demand that you tell me how you know my name," he says. He's a completely different guy. Even the inflections of his voice seem different. He speaks, acts, and behaves like the rest of these medieval asshole aliens.
"You demand? Who the heck do you think you are? Cut your crap and admit it." I raise my voice, hoping it would help. He remains not bothered by my growing annoyance. He looks like Ka'el, speaks like him, but the alien in front of me cannot be him. Ka'el is sweet and considerate, gentle, and caring. The monster over here couldn't care less about me or my feelings. This situation confuses me and it is hard to comprehend what it means. I wish I could have a quick answer, but the truth is that I don't. I'm on my own here as I have always been.
“Never mind, female. It’s not like I really care about any of this. I’m here on a mission and that’s what I DO care about. That’s not to say we can’t enjoy this. At least I intend to enjoy it.” He says in his commanding voice, his eyes staring like I’m the cherry on the cake. If I thought things were weird before, this surely beats everything. He’s on a mission he intends to enjoy. Great! I don’t even want to know what that mission is all about.
“Hey, Mr. JERK, I have a name. Remember?” I say. Every pore in my body screams with fury. This is simply unbelievable.
“I do not care to know your name. FEMALE will do,” he says, his eyes turning into slits. He steps forward, his perfect body in contrast with his asshole attitude. This guy can be quite a jerk, but I can’t deny his body is perfect. His bulging muscles and chiseled chest are quite a view.
“Fine. I’ll call you JERK then.” I cross my arms, my lips in a pout. “Why are you here?”
“Enough words. Don’t you ever shut up? You speak too much for a female. Speak when I ask,” he says.
This is more than I can take. Who the fuck is he to say these things to me. I jump to him, my hands hitting his chest as hard as I can. “I’m not your goddamn servant. You can’t talk to me like this. Where I come from, females have equal rights. You’re supposed to be an advanced alien race, but you’re acting like Neanderthals.”
“Stop it, female.” He grabs my wrists and holds me tight, his icy eyes fixing me. He turns my body over, my back pressed against him, and whispers in my ear. “Why don’t we get to my mission?”
“Let me go.” I escape his grip, turning to face him. He keeps talking about his mission. A chill runs through me. Does he want to kill me? Beat me? What? “What mission?”
“To breed you.” He says and grabs my hand, pulling me to him.
“Breed me? Are you fucking insane?” I shout. Is this the nice alien who made love to me in the most wonderful and gentle way? And now he wants to breed me like I’m an animal. I trusted him. I thought he was different. My stomach clenches at the thought and I feel like vomiting. It’s gross. He talks about breeding me like it’s nothing.
“On your hands and knees. Prepare yourself to receive me.” He pulls me to him again, forcing me to the floor. He flips his robe aside, revealing his huge cock. When I say it’s huge, I mean really HUGE. I can’t believe he fucked me with this monster. But it felt good. The memory sends a tingling sensation, my hard as buds. I pull myself together and force the arousal to vanish. It’s wrong. This is different. He’s a brute who wants to breed me, fill me with his seed. Not a pretty picture.
“Leave me alone… you fucking brute. You can’t breed me. I’d rather fuck a donkey than let you touch me.” I scream and bite his hand, sinking my teeth into his flesh. He lets go of me and I drop to the floor. I back away from him, my heart in my throat.
“Stop fighting and undress. We can make this nice or rough. Your choice.” Ka’el groans, his breaths heavy. He leans over and grabs my ankle, pulling me toward him. My heart drums so fast, every muscle in my body shaking with fear. I’ve never been so afraid in my entire life. He acts like an animal in heat and it’s terrifying. I fight it with everything I’ve got, but I’m like a feather for his strength.
“Go away, you bastard,” I shout.
“Shut up female and position yourself for breeding. This is what I came for and this is what I intend to do. I don’t know how you know my name and honestly, I don’t care. Now get down on the mats.”
“Fuck you. Let go, you bastard,” I shout to him. He’s like a crazy man, his cold eyes scanning my body with lust. I kick his cock as hard as I can with my free leg and he lets go, his face contorted with pain. I back away again, turning my head from side to side to find somewhere
to hide from this monster. It doesn’t take me long to realize there’s nowhere to hide, no place to escape Ka’el.
Come on, Jessica, think. What do I do? What do I do? The pain inflicted on him subsides and he stands again. I get up and run to the small table looking for anything I could use as a weapon to protect myself. I find nothing. The room is empty except for the bed, a small table and chair, and the four mattresses on the floor. These were brought in earlier today and I wondered what they were for. Now I KNOW and it makes me sick. More so as it involves Ka’el, the one alien I trusted on this goddamn planet. “Ka’el, this is not you. You’re not like this. You’re kind and gentle and nothing like the rest of them.” I use my soothing voice as a last attempt to get through to him.
“Shut up female and position yourself for breeding. This is what I came for and this is what I intend to do. I don’t know how you know my name, but honestly, I don’t care. Now get down on these mats and prepare yourself. Don’t make this any harder than it should be,” he says.
“Never, you hear me… never,” I shout back, my temples swelling. “What are you gonna do? Force me?”
“Don’t tempt me,” he answers.
“Fuck you!”
“Come to the mats and undress,” he commands and walks toward me. I back away slowly, moving one step at a time. Ironically, it takes me two steps because I hit my back against the window. Shit. What now? I run to the bed on my left, jump on it, and roll over to the other side. Ka’el sways his body to my direction and it takes him a split second to grab my waist, holding my arms tight against my body. My back presses against him, his erect cock pushing against my ass. He moves his hips, rubbing his cock against my body while his hands massage my breasts. A soft moan escapes me. I don’t move or fight. His hands move down my hips, ripping the fabric of my robe. He rips them like a sheet of paper until I’m completely naked. His hand rubs my pussy, his fingers touching my clit. My pussy is moist with juices and for a moment I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling. This feels so good and yet it’s wrong and bizarre and I hate it. I pull myself from his embrace and it takes him by surprise.
“I don’t want this… not like this. Please, I’m begging you, let me go,” I say, my arms still crossed to cover my breasts.
Chapter 15
Ka’el
I don’t know how much longer I can take this game. I came here to breed this human and I’ve already wasted a lot of time with her whining and shouting. She sure is defiant and disobeys my orders. If she wants me to play rough than that’s what I’ll do.
“So… you chose. You want it rough. Let’s play rough than,” I say and reach her. It’s so strange. She fought me so hard to resist me and yet her body says something else. I can smell her. I can smell the sweet scent of her juices. When I rubbed her breeding slit, my fingers found a hard protrusion, and rubbing it made her cunt all wet and soft. Strange and so arousing. Her scent makes me want to breed her even more than before. It’s so powerful and I want to take her in all possible ways, my favorite, from behind.
“Get away from me,” she cries. She keeps her arms crossed to hide her mammary glands. She’s got the largest mammary glands I’ve ever seen, her nipples hard and perky. I ignore her cries and push her body down on the mattress, pinning her hands above her head. She struggles and fights with all she's got, but she’s no match for my size. I press my chest against hers, my cock touching against her thigh. She moves her hips and twists her body, trying to escape my grip. Her moves rub against my cock, sending waves of pleasure. I want to thrust into her breeding slit and spill my seed inside. I try to position myself, but she sways too much and does not hold still.
“Stop fighting,” I say. “I know you want it too.” She struggles a little more and then she stops, just lying flat on the ground. There’s no movement, no swaying of her hips, no screaming or shouting. Her head is to the side. It puzzles me and I look at her. Her eyes are full of water and drops roll down her cheeks. She sobs and closes her eyes.
“Why are your eyes watering?” I ask her. It’s nothing I’ve ever seen at any species before.
“I’m crying,” she says between her sobs. “Don’t you ever cry?”
“No. My eyes never water.” I tell her and roll over to the side, releasing her hands. I rest beside her, a strange feeling inside. “Why do you cry?”
“Because you’re hurting me and you’re forcing me.” She turns to the other side, her back to me. She brings her knees to her chest and holds them with her arms. Her eyes continue to water or cry as she names it. I sigh and gaze at the ceiling. A heavy weight presses against my chest as if I’m under a thousand rocks. She’s crying because of me. I hurt her. Another sigh escapes me. “I didn’t mean to hurt you but you kept fighting. No female refuses breeding. It’s how things are around here.”
“Not where I come from,” she answers.
The arousal I felt before, the need to breed her is all gone. Another feeling runs through me… guilt. I don’t feel it that often, but seeing her cry does something to me and it’s not pretty. I have this great sensation of comfort lying beside her. It feels like something I’ve done before and it puzzles me. My kahuni flickers again as it has the entire time I’ve been here with her. “How do you know my name?”
“Come on Ka’el, just stop this bullshit. I’m sick and tired of it.” She turns her gaze to me. Her eyes do not water anymore and she appears calmer than before. “How can you ask that?”
“Stop what? I’m only asking how you know my name. Did they tell you?” It’s a simple question and she behaves so strangely. She calls me Ka’el, and she acts like she’s met me before. But why don’t I remember? “I’ve never met you before… that’s why I ask.”
“You really don't remember, do you?” The female sits up and gets hold of the ripped fabric of her robe. She covers herself in it, tying a knot to the left of her mammary glands. I gaze at her and for the first time, I notice how beautiful she really is. Her fire hair flows over her shoulders, revealing bits of skin underneath. Her body is small and perfectly shaped and curved, unlike the slender figure of Valkryan females. She arranges the fabric around her body and kneels in front of me.
"I know your name, and we’ve met before. My name is Jessica, by the way," she says, her hand caressing my skin. She's really calm now, considering what just happened.
"First, I want to say that I am sorry. I was under the effects of an arousing drug." I look into her eyes and I feel so close to her. I see she has a kahuni too, and it flickers just like mine. This cannot be. The kahuni only flickers when it has chosen a mate. Has it chosen the human? Is this the reason I feel so drawn to her?
“I understand… or I try to. You hurt me, Ka’el. I trusted you and…” She looks the other way, a tear running down her cheek. “You saved me from the brutes when they got Emma. We hid in an old city on your planet and I felt so safe with you. But it all ended when you left to get me something to eat. They found me there and took me. It was horrible,” she says. Her tears run down one after the other. I wish I remembered all of this, but all she tells me means nothing to me. I have no memory of that.
“I think they got me too because everything you say is foreign to me. I have no memory of who I was before and I don’t remember you. I’m sorry you had to suffer because of me.” I take her hand and caress it. Her skin is so soft to the touch and so warm. “I think I am a soldier or warrior. They brought me here to breed you and I’m ashamed to say it, but when I saw you I wanted nothing more.”
“It’s fine. I get it. But hey, you’re not a soldier. At least I don’t think that. The ones you were with obeyed your orders so you must have a higher rank,” she tells me, pulling her hand from my touch. “I’m sorry. Please don’t touch me. I need some time to forget that you almost forced me.” I look down, avoiding her sight. She’s right. I forced her. I wanted to breed this human, and I was willing to do everything it took to do that. What was I thinking? I feel deep down this is not who I am. But I was blind. I
t just messes with you not knowing anything about who you are. I wish I had any memory of myself, but there’s nothing there. It’s just the feeling of closeness to this human. This is the only thing I find familiar. She says we’ve met before, so she must tell the truth.
“Please forgive me. I had to. They threatened to kill you if I don’t breed you.” I say to the human, looking away.
“Can you please stop with the breeding thing? It’s annoying. Animals breed, people make love,” she says.
“It must be a cultural thing. I am Valkryan and Valkryans breed. What is that word love?” I say.
“It’s the best human feeling. It’s that thing that gives you butterflies when you see the person you love, when you would do anything for that person, even sacrifice your own wellbeing… you know… LOVE.” She says smiling, her eyes glowing with such light.
Love… sounds like a brilliant thing. It’s too bad I never felt that. Valkryans choose a mate, breed, live. Nothing more, nothing less. Being human sounds more fun. We’re still on the mats, lying next to each other. The female is relaxed and less afraid of me. Being the scary monster doesn’t appeal to me. I may not remember much, but I know I’m not bad. I’m not like this. I’m worried though. The alien male, Veekhal threatened to kill the human. I don’t want to see her dead. I know they’re watching and every moment that passes brings her closer to death. I wonder if they also hear what we’re saying.