As we reach the yelling, I lay in the tall shrubbery and feel my stomach tighten when I see that ugly bastard’s face.
The more I think about it, the more I think Fassbender is the worst person I’ve ever come across.
He has found another facility, unfinished and rundown. Roy and Hugh have been tied to a tree.
Fassbender paces like a man who is about to get caught.
I listen to his insanity. “He couldn’t have gone far. The man is an imbecile,” he says, tone dropping to butter them up.
He tears the gags away from Roy and Hugh’s mouths. “You saw where he ran,” he says. “Tell me. Where is he?”
Roy’s face is covered in dark bruises. Welts have formed around his eyes, and his nose looks broken. Despite his physicality, he chuckles. “Go fuck yourself,” he says, annunciating each syllable proudly.
Yep, he’s the same Roy I knew. Nothing about him has changed.
Hugh hangs his head. He’s older and disabled. That doesn’t make him weak. In fact, he’s one of the toughest guys I’ve gotten to know. But even he looks defeated.
“Look,” he says. “You need not worry about Halloway. It’s Naomi you need to worry about,” Hugh says.
My heart flashes. Turn grabs my hand and squeezes. “All right, let’s go.”
“Not. Yet,” I mutter, teeth clenched.
Fassbender leans over Hugh. “The bitch is dead,” he says. “Raped, killed, her body used as a sock puppet.”
“Lies,” Hugh says.
Fassbender raises his voice again. “You think I’ve betrayed you, but I’m the only one you’ve got,” he says. “These aliens are the cockroaches of the universe. I was trained to stomp them out, and I’m going to do everything in my power to do that. But I need my crew to stick by my side. I need to know the captain isn’t going to bust out of the leaves with a semi-automatic. You hear me?”
“I hear you,” Hugh says. “But you know the captain. He’s not well-trained in the art of survival. If Naomi is dead, he’ll be dead, too.”
Throughout the year, I’ve gotten to know Hugh pretty well. He hasn’t turned on us. I wonder if, he’s working out an escape plan. The thought gives me hope because if it’s true, we might have a shot at winning this thing.
Fassbender turns and rests his hands across his forehead. Whispering something to himself, he looks into the jungle.
He’s never looked so scared.
He’s staring right at me, though he has no clue. The vegetation provides enough shield, but it doesn’t stop my stress levels from skyrocketing.
When I get back to Earth, I’m booking a long session with a psychiatrist.
“Well, you have given me no choice,” he says. “If you can’t do anything to help move along our mission, I have to keep you locked up.”
Roy spits. The saliva splatters Fassbender face and lips. “Scum bucket,” he sneers. “I hope he ruts you to death.”
Fassbender wipes away the thick phlegm. Afterward, he nods as if he’s made a final decision. “Tonight, I will leave you here.”
Hugh’s face lights up with panic. “What?”
“I’ll leave you here as bait, and when the disgusting lizard arrives to eat your bodies, I will take him out,” he says.
Hugh raises his voice. “But you’ve shot him three times. You said it yourself. You can’t beat him.”
Fassbender stiffens. “I will find a way.”
Flustered, I fall back against the flora. I try to land on my palms, but my elbows hit a few twigs.
Crack.
Turin’s face is horrified. “Get into my arms. We need to run,” he states.
He picks me up and lunges throughout the forest.
Eyes open, I watch Fassbender realize I’m not dead. I’m very much still alive, and very much still a threat.
Fumbling his weapon, he takes aim. This time, it’s not a tranq gun. It’s a Glock pistol.
He fires once, and his aim is true. The bullet rips through the air. It hits Turin in the back.
Turin roars, but he doesn’t slow. He just keeps running.
Fassbender fires again. It hits near Turin’s spine.
Stumbling, Turin growls and grunts, holding me tight against his beating chest.
“Just hold on,” Turin mutters, voice dragging.
Fassbender fires a third time.
“No!” I scream so hard my vocal cords tear.
Tears fall from my eyes.
It’s almost like everything is silent. Except, it’s not.
I’m in shock.
The sounds I hear make little sense. Everything is muffled and far away.
What’s happening?
Turin rolls across the ground, injured but still able to move.
I look back. Fassbender is reloading. We still have time to escape, but there is so much blood.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, face losing its blue shine.
“Don’t you dare say sorry to me,” I cry.
Slowly, the bullet holes close, but not fast enough. I try to stop the blood from pouring through his flesh.
He can’t die. He just can’t.
With the last ounce of energy he has left, he stands, roaring from pain. Stumbling into the dense jungle, he keeps me close.
We find a cave.
When we’re safe, he falls to the ground, huffing and moaning like a wounded animal.
I don’t know what to do. I’m as weak as I was on the day of my family’s car accident.
I didn’t know it until now, but I think…
I think I love him.
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Turin
“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “I’ll heal. Give it time.”
She wipes an endless stream of tears from her eyes. “You look like E.T. when they find him in the ditch.”
I smile because, even when I’m this close to death, she’s cute as hell. “Who?” I groan.
A shock wave of pain leaves me floored. I clench my teeth and moan, holding her to get through it.
“Never mind,” she says.
For an hour, we sit in the cave. She talks about Earth. She explains to me entertainment. Movies and books. My creators taught me, but I can’t understand many of their customs. Earth sounds like a carnival ride into Hell.
Our rest is a little like earlier, except without the hard, fast pleasure. Our talks are deeper. And though I’m injured, we don’t worry too much. We just keep on pushing.
After some time, she stops crying. “I’m sorry,” she says.
I arch my neck to see my wounds. They’re almost healed.
“It’s not your fault. You didn’t know he’d gun me down,” I say.
“No, that’s not what I mean,” she says.
“Hm?”
She wipes the sweat from my forehead and kisses. I close my eyes and feel cared for. It’s probably the first time in my life I’ve ever felt anything like this.
“I’m sorry for being so fearful of you. I’m sorry for hating your species,” she says. I’m tense.
“You were right about humans,” she continues. “We are evil. And I’m just like them.”
There’s one thing I might never disbelieve. Humans are evil. I can’t get my head around that, but it doesn’t change the fact that this woman is different.
Is my biology clouding my judgment?
I have enough strength to sit up and take her wrist. I trace my finger over a small cut that has healed.
“You’re nothing like them,” he says.
A million traits point to her goodness.
“You are kind, unobtrusive, and your core desire is to trust people. You have had the world taken from you, but you still hope that you can right those wrongs. That takes selflessness. That takes goodness,” I say.
It actually pains me to say it because it goes against my core belief that humans will do or say anything to get what they want. Although I was designed to kill and breed, I wasn’t designed to go against the truth.
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� She has taught me.
Her empathy has bled into my subconscious, altering my brain to house more of it. I have absorbed it. I have changed.
Oh, fuck.
She listens to all of the traits I list off, and I can tell she still doesn’t believe she is a good person. It is hard for humans to be honest. She’s still finding herself and the inner strength she possesses.
She will learn.
She throws her arms around me, nuzzling her cheek against mine. Laughing, she says, “You left out the part that describes me as an unstable and unavailable spinster,” she says.
I don’t understand the reference, but I imagine this spinster is someone who spends her life in a downward spiral.
I touch her lips, soft and thick. Pink as berries. “Maybe that’s why I want you so badly,” I say.
Leaning forward, I caress the back of her head and kiss her. Tongue snaking through her warm lips, I swallow and acknowledge how close I have come to death for her.
She wipes the blood from my body, using a spare towel from her back pocket. “I almost lost you, didn’t I?” she asks.
I nod. “Almost,” I say.
But she didn’t. I’m still here, and I’m ready to fucking kill that son of a bitch.
She kisses the top of my chest. Kisses where my heart lay beating. Kisses my abdomen, past my pelvis.
She kisses until there’s nothing but the inevitable to suck.
Slowly, her hand twists around my shaft. I can’t believe it. I almost died, and she still wants this.
That’s how I know she’s in it for the long haul.
“I just want to feel good with you,” she says.
Today, at the hot spring, was more than I had imagined. It was unsafe and idiotic, but she gave me the pleasure I craved. It solidified how much she meant to me.
I’ll die if I can’t keep her.
My flesh hardens inside her small palm. Her eyes widen. “Better use a second,” I say.
She spits and turns nasty, arching her ass as she rolls the saliva over my balls and shaft. It’s dark in this cave, but I’ve got the best view in town.
“How bad do you want to please me?” I ask her.
She rubs her pussy, breath quickening. “You have saved my life twice now,” she says. “I want to save yours.”
My seed is strong and binding. Though she has mentioned nothing of it, Naomi is now pregnant. In less than a month, my child will have solidified in her womb.
And in nine months, she will be the first human to give birth to an alien, a better version of ourselves.
I should be worried, but an alien like me thrives on that risk. As I watch her ass wag like a chew toy, I block out all worries.
“I think you know how to save me,” I say.
Sitting up, I spread my legs so she can play with my balls as she strokes me harder. She massages and treats me like a king, as if I’m deserving of so much more from her.
I tilt my head and moan, but I can’t just sit back and enjoy this without feeling her curves. I bend and glide my palm across her spine, fingers gliding through her hole.
I spank her ass and thrust.
A devious and shocked smile forms across her gorgeous face. “Yes,” she moans with a devious smile. “Spank me harder.”
I wind back and spank, listening as the loud noise echoes throughout the caves. I want to paddle her all day, but we need to keep quiet.
Naomi clenches her legs together, squeezing her palm against her pussy. “Fuck,” she moans.
Before I rise back up, I feel her tits and sigh with absolute pleasure. I tell her what I want.
“Suck my cock.”
Her warm breath wafts around my crown as she lifts my shaft in front of her mouth. But instead of gagging on my pole, she glides her tongue even lower.
She reaches my balls. They’re about as big as her mouth, but she’s not afraid to get a little dirty. She’s seen the joy it can give a woman.
She laps around my strong bearers of seed, creeping closer and closer as she grows accustomed to me.
Before this mission, I don’t think she spent a lot of time with men. It makes the experience even more right.
I nudge the back of her head until my sack rests on the bed of her tongue. Using my other hand, I stroke and tell her to suck, spit, and lick.
“Softly,” I say.
We can go hard later.
“Mm,” she moans, mouth full.
When I know she’s ready for more, I ease back and give her some air.
She catches her breath, salivating all over her pretty, little face. I wipe the spit with my thumb, spreading it onto my tongue.
I swallow and bring her in for a deep kiss. “I want to get real disgusting with you,” I say. “If we weren’t in this jungle, I’d commit unspeakable acts to your body.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
Her ass is begging to be fucked, but I’m saving her cake at the end of the party.
“Open,” I command.
Her wet lips part, tongue draping out like a drawbridge for cum, cock, and groping fingers. Slowly, Naomi wraps mouth around me like a baby to a bottle. She sucks, bringing me in deeper.
“Tell me what you’d do to me,” she begs.
“If I had it my way, I’d chain you up and throat fuck you to kingdom come,” I say.
“That’s it?” she whispers.
I force her head down, and feel the warmth of her throat almost instantly. I hold myself there until I hear her gag. Then I hold her there a little longer.
The pleasure swells between my thighs. I’m ready to fucking burst, but I bite my tongue and think of unpleasant thoughts to hold myself back.
I want to edge with her. I want to spend days like this, holding my seed back until I spray like a fountain.
And when I get my satisfaction, I want her to stay chained up as I eat her, giving her orgasm after orgasm, after fucking orgasm.
That’s what she deserves, a partner who tortures her in the right way.
“I’d tease open your asshole until you could fit me,” I moan.
“Oh, God. I want that so bad,” she admits, cheeks turning red.
The image races inside my mind. It’s not enough that I have her. She’d actually let me do it, no questions asked.
This woman was made for me.
“You are a nasty girl,” I say.
She blows me, stroking faster, with a rhythm I can’t keep up with. My eyes widen as my balls grow hard.
“I can be nastier.”
I’m going to come. “Fuck,” I say, tensing. “Just keep stroking, honey.”
Tongue spooning my crown, she licks me like a lollipop, smiling because she knows she has me. In this moment, she has me by the balls.
And I love it.
She slides her mouth over me. Stunned, I watch as her esophagus expands. I touch the front of her neck and feel my cock swell against flesh and bone.
I can’t take any more of the heat. Feeling my cock give way to waves of pleasure, I expect her to pull and spit me out. Yet, as soon as I blow my seed against her warm, wet tongue, she swallows.
All of it – she laps it up like a kitten.
I’m shocked to the core, shivering with dark delight from a lust that has finally come to fruition. Except, now it has turned into something deeper and unimaginable.
An alien can’t fall in love with a human. That’s not in our source code.
My creators showed me videos of religion, and I always scoffed. But now I can see why humans spend so much time worshipping the idea of “love.”
It’s real, and it’s transformative.
Lips rolling up my shaft, I jerk and let out a gruff moan. “Woman, you never told me NASA trained you to suck an alien so well,” I joke.
She smiles and catches some cum that falls toward her tits. Fingering the rest into her mouth, she lies back and spreads her legs.
“No training. I’m just a natural talent,” she says.
I insert three finger
s with ease and growl with pride. “You’re not scared of my fuck anymore,” I say.
She’s practically glowing. “Maybe I’m just good at hiding my fear,” she says.
I wag my fingers against her soft spot, and she twists away from me, giggling.
“Come back here. I want to feast,” I demand.
She slithers against the wall of the cave, pulling her ruffled panties up her thick thighs. Her entire body was designed for child rearing, and it’s driving me fucking crazy.
It doesn’t matter how many times I come. I just can’t get enough.
Joke or not, she need not hide her fear with me. I know she understands how to be a team player. No, what she needs to learn is how to let go of whatever happened to her.
That’s not something that’s so easy to do. Once you’ve been let down for long enough, you live inside the eye of fear. It becomes the center of your world.
Her eyes appear to analyze mine, perhaps trying to see through to my inner thoughts. “What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Everything and nothing,” I say. “I’ve found a gem, but I need to figure out how to keep it out of sight.”
“I’m assuming I’m that gem,” she says.
“As much as I want to love on you, we are near the fuel you seek. This might be our only chance to get off Avalon.
“I’m worried,” she says. “What if Zakar intercepts us? What if this was part of his twisted plan?”
I kiss her cheek. “Then we had a good run,” I say.
It was another joke, but the truth hits me right in the fucking gut. The starship is just past the trees. We’re closer than ever before.
I take her hand. Both of us keep low and quiet as I find the path to the starship. Around the corner is the rusted metal of my home. But it’s not just my home. It’s Zakar’s, too.
He could be anywhere.
Lucky for us, when we get near the entrance, I don’t sense him.
“Do you think he’s here?” she asks.
I shake my head. “I can’t be sure, but Fassbender has been too boisterous for his own good. Zakar won’t be able to hold himself back.”
It’s crunch time. As fun as the games are to my brethren, they will run their course. With time, Zakar will succumb to boredom.
Once that happens, things might get a little messy.
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