It takes every ounce of pride not to turn tail and run again. He’s close … so close … and getting closer.
I hold my breath, partly to shut up my squealing heart, and partly to brace myself for what I’m going to do next. I’ve never hurt anyone before. Have never even wrung the neck of a Xalthurian chicken.
But when he takes another step toward me, I do it. Raise the knife and plunge it into his chest, stabbing him.
However, instead of staggering back, he merely flinches, his blue chest flexing, like he’s only been scratched. Then with a consternated look he reaches down and pulls my knife out of his chest. Like a toothpick, with just a trickle of what looks like black blood in the silvery moonlight.
My mind bellows with disbelief.
And then his hands are on me.
It’s a fight from the start. One I know I can’t possibly win. It would be easier to stop resisting, to become pliable and just hope to pass out. But I can’t…My sister stepped into air, and I can’t let myself stop fighting.
I fight him with everything I have. Every single thing.
And it doesn’t matter one bit.
He captures my wrists in one hand and pins me under his heavy body with almost ludicrous ease. Even his cock seems to be holding me down. I can feel it long, thick and threatening against the triangle between my legs. Only a pair of underwear and the thin red bark pants my mother sewed by hand stand between my pussy and his cock.
No…no…I won’t let him fuck me.
I squirm. As much as I can with what feels like at least four-hundred pounds of alien on top of me. It’s not much. But I try. I keep fighting, keep bucking my hips in a futile attempt to get him off, keep glaring defiantly into the black diamonds set inside red eyes.
He stares back. His red gaze narrowed with cold curiosity. Like I’m an experiment not quite going as expected. He probably wants me to cry, to scream and beg.
But I don’t. I won’t.
I keep on struggling and snarling, until…the fighting suddenly turns weird.
For some reason squirming and bucking my hips isn’t producing the reaction I want. In either of us. He doesn’t seem to be getting angrier and peculiar sensations start blossoming inside my body.
With my breasts smashed against his chest, my hips start bucking in a rhythm, trying to…I don’t know. I don’t’ know what I’m doing. But small whispers of pleasure spark between my legs, hinting at something bigger. Something I’ve never felt before. And those previously unknown sparks make me ache for more.
A moan escapes my mouth and the alien goes stiff on top of me. As if I’ve stabbed him again. There’s a beat of complete silence. The only thing I can hear is pigeons cooing in the trees.
Then suddenly he’s moving on top of me, his long, thick alien cock grinding against me in circles as I continue to buck.
The feeling this action produces between my legs—it’s indescribable. My pussy isn’t just aching now, it’s desperately seeking, throbbing as it bucks into the alien’s cock with a mind of its own.
Oh moons, oh moons…I know I should stop. Know that this has turned from fighting into…something else. Something I don’t understand.
But I can’t stop. Don’t stop. And neither does he. He drops his head into my shoulder, his voice clicking and scratching words I don’t understand into my ear, as his alien cock grinds into me, faster and faster, until…
We both yell out at the same time, both sounding the exact same kind of shocked despite our opposite languages. My body quakes, as an explosion of pleasure unfolds inside of me, and his body stills, right before something hot and liquid spills above my crotch, saturating the front of my pants.
I stare at him, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
He stares back at me, looking just as surprised.
For a moment, I want to smile at him. Want to laugh, because moons, I’ve never felt anything like that in my entire life.
But then my body stops buzzing and the pleasure ebbs, allowing reality to sink in like a shadow.
What just happened? What did we do? What did I do?
“Let me up,” I tell him. When he doesn’t lift, I start frantically struggling underneath him, crazed with sick shame. How could I have done that? Willingly? With a Xalthurian? “Let me up, you pigeon shit alien. Let me up now!”
He doesn’t let me up. Instead his face goes from pleased to grim and then I feel something circular press into my neck.
What the …?
My eyes fall closed before I can even finish the thought. The whole world turning to black.
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