Possessive Aliens: Dark Scifi Romance Box Set

by Loki Renard

  Karen's head tips back, her mouth open in an O as I start to fuck her the way naughty humans who have to be disciplined by their alien masters must be fucked. Long. Hard. Deep. She grunts and whimpers, but every time I draw out to the tip, I feel her inner muscles drawing me back in. She loves this.

  “You’ve been a bad girl all along, haven’t you, Karen?” I growl the words, my clawed hand fisting in her hair, her sex glazed eyes barely able to focus on me as she soaks my cock with her ample juices, her breasts bouncing with every well-deserved thrust.

  Karen

  What is he doing to me? I feel as though I am both deeper in my body then ever before, and all the way outside it. I am no virgin, but he is making me feel like one. It is as if my body is just now discovering all the peaks and possibility of pleasure which I so long denied myself, thinking my choices mattered, that if I were just good and followed the rules and made sure other people followed them too, then all would be well.

  But it’s not well. It’s chaos out there, and now that chaos is shooting through my nervous system, giving me such intense pleasure I can barely contain it. I hold onto him with the desperation of a drowning woman, lifting my hips, spreading my legs even wider. I look down and see where our bodies join, where the big thick rod of his alien cock spears inside me, glistening with my juices.

  Is this what I was made for? To be a fuck toy to an alien monster? It feels so right. I am awash in sexual perfection, and then he reaches down and starts toying with my clit, rubbing my juices into that hard little nub, and I explode in a cunt shaking orgasm, my entire body spasming until I feel a near nirvana of relaxation sweeping over me and I am left wrapped around his cock, cradled on his lap, held as if I matter.

  “Wow,” I breathe.

  “I love you.”

  He says the words as if they are a stark revelation. There’s raw truth mixed with utter surprise in his voice. But I am not shocked, for I feel the same emotion coursing through me. Something changed during our mating, something fundamental and important.

  He obviously didn't intend to care for me. Now he is in love with me. And I might be in love with him, and where does that leave us? Underneath a made up world, that’s where.

  I feel him twitch inside me, reminding me of the connection we have made. His alien liquid is trapped inside, seeping out by slow degrees with every small motion we make.

  I told one man I loved him once. I swore I would never do it again, under any circumstances, for any reason. It would be madness to admit such a thing to an alien who has just ravaged me within minutes of meeting me, turned my chaste sex into a hot, wet, puffy mess and filled me with his seed.

  I have to be sensible. I have to contain my feelings. I have to…

  "I love you too.”

  What!? No! Why did I just say that? Because it's the truth? Because there are emotions rushing through me I haven't felt in decades, if ever? I have to get myself under control, but I can't, because this alien who is now kissing the breath out of me all over again is in complete control.

  “How can a thing like you and a person like me be together?” I ask the question when he breaks the kiss.

  “With some difficulty, if you keep referring to me as a “thing”, he growls, sliding his hand over my flank to cup my rear warningly. “You’re a naughty girl, Karen.”

  “I’m not naughty, or a girl. I’m a woman. I’m far too old to be a girl. And I’m many things, but naughty is not among them.”

  He smiles, his teeth flashing with that eerie, brutal savagery which is echoed all over his body.

  “I didn't think I’d ever meet a human as sharp as I am. Are you sure you're not a matriarch wearing a human suit?”

  “I am certain. Well. No. I’m not certain. How can we be certain of anything anymore?”

  As orgasm fades and the heat in my loins cools, I give serious consideration to panicking. “How do I even know what I am? What you are? What anything is?” There’s a lurching feeling inside my brain, like seasickness, but its the entirety of reality which is all swirling me around.

  “What do you really need to know?” Tyank is calm, still holding me even as I start to internally flail.

  “Well, I need to know what’s going to happen to my savings account, because I’ve been putting ten percent of my wages into that every Friday for the last fifteen years, and if you tell me that was just simulated…”

  “Ones and zeroes,” he says. “Sorry.”

  “I want my money!”

  “Oh, money? I can give you all the money you want. What do you want? Dollars? Cents? Galactor Credits?

  Money means nothing when it cannot buy anything, and I have not seen any shops here on the underside of the simulated world. I have not seen anything other than the alien who re-arranged my insides and my mind in one torrid session of carnal contact which apparently made me very stupid indeed.

  There is so much to think about, try and come to terms with. The immense pleasure I just felt cannot distract me. I have to get a grip on myself. Take control. But it’s not easy, being wrapped in his arms, feeling the last throbs of his alien member inside my juice slaked sex.

  I have the strangest feeling of homesickness. I want to go home to my apartment, but I know that it is not real, and that I would never be able to pretend it was. Now that I have experienced alien lovemaking, something has been awoken in me. I will want him again.

  A thought strikes me. “Wait. It's just occurred to me. If what you told me is true, then I cannot die!”

  “No. You very much can. It’s just in the simulation, you tend not to. There’s machines and things.”

  “Machines and things? You sound like a real expert.”

  “It’s quantum.”

  "Oh, okay. Quantum.” Everybody knows that quantum means science, so I have to accept that explanation.

  He lets out a low chuckle and caresses me, the sharp tips of his nails grazing lightly over my skin.

  “It’s going to be okay, Karen. You're mine now. You never have to worry about anything again.”

  “I’m yours?”

  He said he loved me. He never said anything about me being his. I suppose, if I thought about it, it was all somewhat implied. But I didn’t think. I reacted. I spread my thighs and I let him fuck my brains right out of my head.

  “I need to keep you. I need to punish you again, and again, and again.”

  There’s lust in his voice, not anger. If he thinks what we just did was punishment, then I have no problem signing up for more. But it does leave a question.

  “So I’m not going back? You’re not going to reset me?”

  “You cannot return to the simulation. I will not allow it. You will live down here, where you will be given what you wish within the limits of possibility. And…" he pauses for a moment. “You will be my assistant.”

  “You need an assistant? In what? In being sharp and destroying things?”

  “No. In running this place. You like being officious, enforcing rules, drawing outlines, demanding results. These murketeers fear me, but they do not respect me. You will be their manager.”

  My jaw drops. “I will be the manager?”

  “That’s right. No more speaking to the manager, Karen. Now you are the manager.”

  “I am the manager," I say to myself, softly at first.

  “I AM the manager," I repeat a little louder.

  “I AM THE MANAGER!” I cry out with utter glee.

  “But not of me,” Tyank reminds me.

  “I AM THE MANAGER!” I repeat at the top of my lungs.

  Tyank

  I may have made a mistake.

  Revenge

  Tyank

  Karen is settling in well. The first thing she demanded was an office. I gave it to her, of course. Humans are often satisfied with small things, that is one fact I have learned about them in my short time administering the simulation. They like to have little spaces of their own to be territorial about. I see no harm in indulging that ten
dency if it helps her to become comfortable in my world.

  I knock on the door which is now marked “KAREN'S OFFICE” in bold, officious white lettering against black plastic plate. She was very specific as to how that should look, so I know it is considered a talisman of great power.

  “Come in!”

  Karen is sitting behind a desk, tapping away on a piece of human communication machinery. I was told all the names for these things, but I wasn’t paying attention. When our clutch became guardians of the simulation, I was a long way down the hatching order. I never thought I’d be in charge of anything.

  She is entirely naked. Once she took those awful clothes off, she never put them back on again. That is my order. I hope it will keep her humble, but even if it doesn’t, it certainly pleases me. I am also keeping to the same standard by remaining naked myself. Fair, after all, is fair.

  “One moment,” Karen says, holding up a finger to me, as if her little pink digit could stop a scythkin warrior.

  “What is that?”

  I point to the wall, where three words have been stenciled in human script.

  LIVE

  LAUGH

  LOVE

  “Hmm?” Karen glances up from the keyboard.”

  “What are those instructions?”

  “They're not instructions,” she says. “They’re decorative…”

  I move closer to inspect the orders. Live, well, that seems rather redundant if one is able to read the sign, one is presumably alive. Laugh, well, perhaps, but not without cause. People who go about laughing madly for no reason are monitored for signs of nervous breakdown. And as for Love, do humans really need to be told to love? The entire thing is very puzzling.

  “We tried signs, but the humans rebelled,” I say. “HUMANS MUST KNEEL. They were very good, until they weren’t.”

  “I remember the signs telling us to kneel. This is more uplifting. Especially the font.”

  "Yes, it's very flowy.”

  “Precisely.”

  “What is the function of it? Are you afraid you will forget to do one or all of the three aforementioned whatsits?”

  “It’s nice," she says. “Don’t you know what nice is?”

  “Nice is not really my strong suit.”

  “I noticed," she says dryly.

  "What are you doing?” I change the subject. We can bicker our way into bed soon enough. I want to know what she's been doing with the freedom I have allowed her. The terminal she has gives her limited access to the simulation. I want to see if she can be trusted.

  She looks up at me and purses her lips.

  “I am giving one star reviews to products and businesses I haven’t purchased or used.”

  “Why?”

  She gives a bare shouldered shrug. "It makes me feel good not to like things. Some people like things. They define themselves by what they enjoy. I know what I don't like.”

  "But you haven't used those things, and they’re not real anyway.”

  “Does something have to be real for me to not like it?”

  “I suppose not, but it's a waste of your time going around hating things that don’t exist. Everything is fake,” I remind her. “Except this. This is real. What is between you and me.”

  She looks me up and down, and I know she’s wondering if there is somewhere she can make a complaint. Except there’s not. This is the top of the food chain. Right here, where I’m standing, which I have suddenly noticed is under a picture of a kitten which seems to be dangling from a tree branch with the words “HANG IN THERE” printed beneath in one of those cheerful fonts.

  Karen

  “Everything can’t be fake. There have to be real worlds and planets out there.”

  I know there are real assholes inside the simulation. I’ve actually been making a few adjustments to some people I used to know. Tyank was right. You really can change literally anything in the simulation at will if you just have the right tools.

  “There are.” He walks over to me, his body so perfectly powerful I am distracted. I forget to cover the screen. It’s too late. He’s seen everything. Well, maybe not everything, but definitely enough.

  “What have you done, Karen?”

  “Nothing.”

  I am not a good liar.

  He jabs at the screen with a sharp finger. “Why does this say that this woman just went up several dress sizes?”

  “She called me fat once. Now she’s fat. But here’s the genius part. Everything she eats is going to taste like kale forever, but it’s going to have the calories of cake. You can really get down to some very fine tuned settings.”

  “Karen…” he growls the word. “These people believe they are living real lives. You cannot toy with them like that. It’s cruel and petty.”

  I am being lectured by a massive knife-based life form about cruelty. I'd point out the irony, but I just hit save on a host of little changes to my ex-husband’s genitalia. Long story short, Keith doesn’t have a dick anymore.

  At that moment, my office is invaded by one of the underlings.

  “Sir! Sir! The simulation is in chaos! People who stop in the street to talk to one another are being hit by falling anvils!”

  “Oh yes, that one," I say. “People need to learn not to block the sidewalk. There’s also an immediate financial penalty to anyone who tells anyone else to smile. Their bank accounts are immediately drained, and they’re reassigned to work in the simulated sewers.”

  "For saying the wrong thing?”

  "For saying a stupid thing.”

  “Karen, you can’t do this. For one, it will break the simulation, and for two, it breaks the illusion of free will and natural consequence, which is very important.”

  "They didn’t want free will,” I say. "This is what they wanted. To run back to their safe little world and forget about me. Why shouldn’t I have some fun with them?”

  Tyank

  "Because you're in a position of responsibility,” I lecture. I’m surprised at how easily lecturing comes to me now that I am in charge of a disobedient subordinate. As last hatched in my clutch, I was always the one in trouble, the one at the bottom of what humans might call the pecking order. Now Karen takes that place, and she just earned herself a very real punishment.

  “Stand up,” I order. “Lean over the desk.”

  “Why?”

  “You know why,” I growl. “You know exactly why.”

  “I do not. You let me do this.”

  "I told you to be careful with people. I explained that this was a position of great responsibility.”

  "You set me up,” she says.

  “Just because I gave you the keys to the car, doesn’t mean I gave you permission to drive it off a cliff. Bend over the desk now, Karen.”

  She pouts at me, her eyes narrowed, but I know she’s going to do as she’s told, because ultimately she has no choice.

  “You knew you weren't going to get away with this, didn't you?”

  “I knew I wouldn't get away with some of it," she admits. “But some of it you won't find.”

  “We would just revert to the last stable state,” I say. “The simulation is too important to allow it to be messed with. Besides…”

  “What do you mean you would…”

  “That interface doesn't actually connect to the simulation. This was a test. Suffice to say, you failed.”

  Her jaw drops. "Keith's dick didn't just fall off onto the toilet?”

  “It did not.”

  "What about the anvils? The murketeer said the anvils were real.”

  I allow myself a chuckle. “The murketeers do what I say, Karen."

  Karen

  I am furious.

  "You tricked me!"

  "Not a trick. A test, to see if you could be trusted. You can't be. You want revenge on the people in the simulation.”

  “Absolutely fucking right I do.”

  "Well you can't have it. They're prisoners, Karen. They’re nothing more than human pets. We ha
ve to look after them, not torture them in various ways.”

  “Well what's the point, then?”

  I have been enjoying my revenge since they gave me the office and gave me what I thought was access to the lives of thousands. I have never been so disappointed.

  “Bend over the desk, Karen.” He repeats the embarrassing order.

  I resist. I have been comfortable with my nudity until this moment, but suddenly I feel vulnerable. I have the feeling I'm in trouble. And not the kind of trouble that gets you thrown into the ocean hole for hot sex with an alien. The real kind of trouble for breaking protocol. The kind which comes with consequences which hurt.

  “But nobody was actually hurt.”

  “One person is going to be actually hurt," he growls.

  “But…”

  “Bend. Over. Karen.”

  Tyank

  She does as she is told, though she does it with a pout which is clearly designed to make me feel some kind of guilt. It will not be successful. I have no intention of letting Karen get away with taking advantage of our captive humans. I know she has baggage when it comes to many of them, and that her fiery spirit means she will wish to have her revenge. There is nothing I understand more than revenge. Scythkin thrive on it. She will not be allowed it.

  Karen takes the position reluctantly, looking over her shoulder at me, then turning away with an adorable blush. I knew I'd have to punish her. She's right. This was a set up. But just because it was a set up didn't mean that she had to fall into my trap.

  I stand over her, looking at her shapely ass and thighs from behind, thinking filthy thoughts about sinking my alien cock between her legs and feeling the heat of her human body bathing my member, but that will have to wait.

  "You came from the simulation because you needed to be punished," I remind her. “Instead, I fucked you, and promoted you, and now look at what you're doing. Taking advantage of your power. Very naughty girl.”

  I see she has a long wood tool on her desk. I believe it is known as a ruler. It will be perfect for what I have in mind. I pick it up in one hand and put my other hand on her lower back.