by Corin Cain
They’re aliens.
The realization still shocks me to the core. I put the pieces together once again – the ones that had originally led to this incredible conclusion. It still makes sense.
Gravity feels lower here. Animals are infinitely larger. The sun is a deeper red. Over my 32 years of life, I’ve never had much time to consider aliens. For the last decade especially, my thoughts have orbited around the two most important things in my life: My relationship with Joshua and my career.
In the back of my head, I’ve always thought aliens were a possibility – especially considering the enormous size of the universe. If aliens did exist, though, I thought they’d be too far away to ever find us. If we did take to the stars, maybe we’d only ever find the derelict wrecks of long-gone cultures that had risen and burned out long before we conquered space.
But apparently, I’m wrong. And now that I think about it, is it so far-fetched that aliens could come to Earth and take women?
I once watched a documentary on alien abductions, having no idea I’d one-day be subject to one myself. At the time I’d felt so much pity for the poor, confused souls who I’d thought just wanted to feel special by making up an incredible tale.
But now… Maybe those takes weren’t so incredible after all.
Alien abduction… But why? And why me?
My cheeks redden. Haleon, Brigg and Stryker might not be hard as rock any more – not in the aftermath of battle – but if they are aliens, then it’s clear there’s only one reason they came for me. The huge, throbbing erections they had in their tight loincloths showed those intentions very clearly.
The three huge aliens want my body.
They abducted me to mate with me. To breed me.
What a horrible surprise they’ll get, when they can’t get me pregnant!
And then that realization sobers me.
That’s the reason for this specific hallucination. It all makes sense now! My mind is torturing me.
It’s logical. The day my fiancé realized I was infertile, eight months ago, he’d stopped being attracted to me and chased a younger woman instead.
Now that I’ve comprehended the shock of his betrayal, and how it was centered around my biggest insecurity and vulnerability, my mind apparently gave up processing reality and filled itself up with these shameful and guilty hallucinations instead.
My mind devised the cruelest scenario possible: It imagined three huge, sexy men who want me so fucking badly they’d travel to another world to abduct me.
Me, specifically. They even know my fucking name!
My mind imagined that these three, seven-feet tall, Greek Gods of men wanted to breed me, and make me sire their children.
But they’ll have me, and when I can’t produce a heir, they’ll throw me out. Apparently, that is my mind’s way of dealing with this tragedy. My mind’s way of dealing with Joshua’s betrayal. My mind has decided to concoct a scenario in which my only worth is to produce children; highlighting the bitter failure that I can’t.
“Oh, God…” I mutter, tears coming to my eyes. I’m trapped in this horrible fantasy – this torturous falsehood, designed by the one person who knows how to hurt me better than anyone else.
Myself.
Stryker points, and I sniff, forcing the tears back before he can notice. I turn my head. He’s pointing to a mountain far in the distance. It’s at least a ten-mile trek, and it’s going to be hell without proper footwear. I look longingly at Stryker’s broad shoulders for a moment, knowing how easy it would be to let him carry me.
Apparently, he noticed. Stryker slaps the flesh of his shoulder, indicating he’s more than willing to carry me.
But I have my pride.
My mind might be able to torture me, but it can’t break me.
I brush myself off, jut my chin up, and start walking.
4
Haleon
“Aubrey is strong and prideful,” I say to my triad. She saw how far it would be to walk to our home, and yet she chose to make her own way. It will not be an easy task for a creature with such small legs to make it that distance – not at the pace we set.
Aubrey looks back, her eyes flashing at the sound of her name. She knows I’m talking about her. I could have telepathed the thought, but seeing her riled up is a pleasure. When she fell into the mud, I couldn’t help but relish the flush of her cheeks as they reddened in embarrassment.
Her body’s reactions are like nectar to me. I ache to claim her, to taste the luscious gift between her legs, to turn her bottom red with my hand and finally enter her.
I don’t care that she doesn’t speak a word of our language. She knows my name, and that’s the only word I want to hear on her lips. My cock surges as I stare at the curves of her bottom, so different from the male form. Her hips roll with every step, hypnotizing me as she walks.
“Strength and pride are good assets. She’ll bear us a hundred powerful sons,” answers Brigg, his own pride surging through the bond as he drinks in Aubrey’s being.
My triad left the safety of our tribe thirty years ago to make our own way. We found a safe home in the mountains and trained for decades, honing our battle skills until we knew we were strong enough to kill a suitable offering for our Orb God.
Our Orb God rests in the deep caverns of my tribal home. It’s larger than I am – a huge sphere that grants our tribe what we need more than anything – for a price.
And what is it we need? Well, all Aurelians like us are born male. Our only chance to sire children is to bring a powerful sacrifice to our Orb God. We give the Orb God a blood sacrifice, won in dangerous battle, and if our God deems the sacrifice worthy, it will open a hole in reality for us – a rift in time and space leading us directly to the woman destiny has chosen as our mate.
Ten years ago, my triad fought and killed a fifty-foot crocodile. It was a battle that lasted nearly an hour, and left a long scar on Brigg’s chest. We brought the head of the crocodile to the Orb, and it rewarded us with a vision of our mate.
Aubrey.
The Orb sang her name and showed her in a huge structure – a massive home so tall it would dwarf the biggest tree. She was surrounded by men in stern, black clothing.
I hated seeing her around other men, even puny humans, who had not even earned their first markings. We tribesman earned our ink early in our lives – at a mere one-hundred-and-thirty years of age; when a Scorp found us mining precious metals close to our home. Women and children were watching us. The young were enthralled by the gold we found, enticed by the shimmering metal.
The Scorp rushed for them. We got in between the beast and our tribe, defending the women and children while the older men of the tribe were out hunting. We defeated the Scorp, and our youthful exploits were recognized as those of men. The tribe rewarded us with our markings.
Brigg also forged a golden chain to commemorate the event, but for me, the markings on my skin were enough.
The tattoos the tribe gave me, as a sign of manhood, changed me irrevocably.
I have to force back the anger and bloodlust of combat almost constantly. The ink they used is made from Scorp venom itself; and it rages beneath my skin like lava, even decades after first being administered there.
A Scorp earned us our manhood and markings. The crocodile offered us a glimpse at our fated mate. Yesterday, we took the final step towards our destiny – and nearly died as a result.
We descended into a Scorp nest to kill the Queen and bring back her head.
Many Aurelian triads attempt to go into those caves. Few return. We came back bloodied, but victorious – and offered the sacrifice we’d earned to our Orb God.
The Orb God had accepted it, and opened a portal in the plains for us.
When the portal opened, into a frozen and teeming world of towering concrete spires, it opened exactly where Aubrey was standing.
The moment I caught sight of her, my heart pounded faster than it has ever done in any battle.
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sp; She was – is – so perfect.
Curved in all the right places, with a fire that burns deeply in her dark, brown eyes.
And now she’s here, with us – marching towards our mountain home with a determination I didn’t expect from such a small, achingly human woman.
I watched her stride, and I ache to pick her up and carry her. Her tiny human legs are too small for such a long trek.
The Scorp caves are the graves of many Aurelian warriors. The ones who succeed at gaining a mate never stop going back into battle, to earn even more women. The chief of my tribe has four wives, and many sons. It’s our duty to amass a similar harem of women; to secure the future of our tribe.
But damn my duty. When I look at Aubrey, I can’t imagine wanting more than her… anything or any woman other than her. I need her, desperately. My cock twitches, throbbing with desire for her body. Every instinct in me tells me to rip Aubrey’s clothes off right now, and take her hard; to seed her over and over until her breasts fill with milk and her belly swells with my heir.
Soon.
The moment we’re safe in our cavernous home, I’m going to sate my hunger inside her perfect, wet little cunt.
Aubrey glances back at me, and her eyes drift down to my rock-hard cock. I know she can sense my need. There’s no shame in my utter desire for her.
I can see the lust plain in her eyes, too. She can’t hide it.
She wants me – badly. And I will have her.
5
Aubrey
Oh, God. These three aliens are looking at me like they’re starving, and I’m the only thing on the menu.
It isn’t just their ravenous stares that show their hunger for me. Their virile, masculine bodies are tense with need, every muscle flexed. Their cocks are impossibly huge and throbbing, and I imagine they’re literally dripping with lust beneath those loincloths.
I’ve never felt so wanted – so small, and vulnerable. The thought of being the object of desire for these three men is both terrifying and intoxicating. Just imagine – three mouths, kissing and licking my body all at once. Three sets of hands, roaming over every inch of my skin. Three huge, throbbing…
I swallow hard. I hope my arousal isn’t as clear as theirs. My nipples are hard, desperate buds, pressed against my bra and begging for stimulation. I’ve never felt so much heat between my thighs before, and my need intensifies whenever I glance back and see the three sets of green eyes riveted on my body – as though I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
But doubt hits me.
Either this is real, and I’ve actually been abducted by cavemen aliens, or I’m bonkers. Stark, raving mad. Sweat drips down my face. I must look like a hot mess right now.
If it’s option one, I can’t blame Stockholm syndrome for my desire. Any sane woman would be weak in the knees at the presence of these three, gorgeous men. They radiate dominance and violence, with jaw-droppingly handsome features, bodies that look like they were carved out of marble, and those huge… hammers between their legs. Stryker, Brigg and Haleon trigger primordial desires in me. Desires that I suspect lurk in the root of every human’s spinal cord. Primal desires forged from primitive times, when choosing your mate was a matter of life or death. I ache for these men, and I know it comes from a part of me that never forgot how the strength of your man often determined if your children survived or died.
But…
If these Greek God-like aliens are real, then who is to say I’m the only woman they’ve abducted and brought to their jungle planet? There’s three of them, after all. They couldn’t possibly be satisfied with a single woman.
Could I expect to enter their home and be greeted by a harem of women prettier than me? Women younger, and more charming, and who don’t have disgusting scars carved all over their thighs? I wince as I step on a rock, but I hide the pain – not wanting to show any weakness in front of these three towering aliens.
If I’m crazy, then that’s the most likely result as well. If my mind truly is torturing me, then what better torture would there be than to put me in a home with a gaggle of beautiful women? The three warriors might be looking at me hungrily now, but surely that’s just the novelty of a new catch. When I’m unable to produce offspring, I’m certain I’ll be quickly relegated to cooking and cleaning for their more fertile options.
I have to get back to Earth! I have to get back to sanity!
But what if… if, somehow, I enter their home, or cavern, or tent – or whatever the hell it is these primitive aliens live in – and there are no other women?
Then maybe this is all real.
And, if it is real, I can’t give into my lust. I need to find a way back to my real life, and I can’t let these aliens know what they do to me – how they make me feel.
My feet are aching and I’m covered in sweat by the time we reach the base of the mountain. The moist soil was rough on my feet while I was trying to keep up with the long-legged pace set by Stryker, Brigg and Haleon. It was one of the reasons I didn’t even consider running away from my abductors while I had the chance.
The other reason? Where would I even go?
But if the moist grass was difficult on my bare feet, the rock of the mountain promised to be hellish. I have my pride, but there’s no reason to have bruised and battered feet because of it.
I look over at Brigg. He’s the leanest of the three, his body looking like it was hewn out of diamond. He’s also, so far, the only one of these aliens who hasn’t either thrown me over his shoulder or grabbed my arm and held it tight.
I just have to do my best to ignore the hard length of his cock, pressing against the fabric of his loincloth with obvious desire for me. There’s no real choice here – I’m not going to survive long enough to make my way back to Earth without these three aliens, one way or another.
Back to Earth – and my real life! What a horror.
I pantomime to Brigg, pointing to my shoulders and crouching. It takes him a second to understand, but he realizes what I’m asking – and he squats so I can have a piggy-back ride. I grab onto his shoulders and pull myself up, expecting to wrap my legs around his waist and have my arms around his neck.
Brigg has other ideas.
He easily shrugs me up onto his shoulders, my legs drooped over his chest like I’m one of those extraverted girls at a music festival. He stands as though I’m weightless. I clench my thighs for dear life, until he wraps his arms around my legs and holds me tight.
Unfortunately, my skirt hikes up – and suddenly the only thing between my embarrassingly-wet pussy and the back of his thick neck is my underwear. He takes a step forward, and I stifle a groan as the movement stimulates me in a way that’s supposed to be very private.
My cheeks turn a brighter shade of red as I realize that touching the huge, sexy alien is getting me so turned on he might even feel my heat and wetness on the back of his neck.
I tap his shoulder.
“Put me back down!” I demand – but I already know it’s futile. Brigg ignores me, and he starts walking up the mountain with me sitting effortlessly on his shoulders.
6
Brigg
I’m driven wild by the scent of Aubrey’s arousal. It takes every effort in my body not to reposition her – spin her around, with her legs the other way over my shoulders, so my mouth is positioned directly against her sweet, wet cunt.
Only the knowledge that twenty-feet-long mountain lions are lying in wait for us around the boulders and crevices of this mountain, ready for a quick meal, stops me from indulging my desires.
That’s the thing about our home world – you need to be constantly vigilant. While creatures like the mountain lions won’t generally attack a triad of Aurelians, you never know when one might be driven to madness in starvation; and give it a try.
The moment we are in the safety of the cave, though, I’ll lap at Aubrey’s cunt until she screams out, her entire body quivering with lust and need. Every muscle in my body flexes with need
and I run my hands up and down her legs, marveling at the smoothness of her body.
Envy flows through the bond from the other members of my triad. Haleon and Stryker each wish they were the one who was chosen to carry our precious cargo up the mountainside to our home.
I smile at their jealousy as the three of us walk up the mountainside. Haleon pauses to grab a handle of fresh-grass en-route, chomping it down. Stryker follows suit, and since I have my arms full, he also passes me a handful - which I take gratefully. Chewing on the fresh, clean plant always makes my mouth tingle and feel new again. I like to use fresh-grass on my body when I wash in our cavern’s stream.
Aubrey is light as a feather on my shoulders as I lift her up the mountain, my eyes scanning at every nook and cranny for a glimpse of one of the beasts that invariably lurk near our home. Despite my all-encompassing need for Aubrey, I still have to be vigilant. Getting surprised by a big cat might end my life – and, more importantly, hers.
The thought makes my mind reel.
Fighting and earning our mate is our greatest honor. All I want is to roll with her in the fur beds of our cavern – to taste her and find absolution in the curves of her body. I will seed her every day, and that moment of pleasure will join us forever, strengthening her. I have heard that it’s rare for a human to naturally live a hundred years. My seed will change her body, though. It will make her live for thousands of years; giving her time to bear us a multitude of children, all strong sons who will one day lead our tribe.
“I’m going to eat you up, Aubrey,” I say, and though she can’t understand my words, her legs tense up at the mere tone of my voice. She aches for what I’m offering, but she’s ashamed at how badly she wants me.
How badly she wants us.
Nearing our home, I pick up the pace – rushing forward, mountain cats be damned. The sun is slowly setting, and I know what that means. The beast will come out then; the winged demon that has terrorized my tribe for as long as we’ve existed. I propel myself up the mountainside, rather risking an attack by mountain lions than the risk of that thing attacking us; especially when I have such precious cargo squirming on my shoulders.