by Corin Cain
Or can I?
8
Stryker
My worst fear just came true.
Our mate refused us. We stand looking at each other, each of us feeling the same horror deep down inside our hearts.
It took every ounce of my self-discipline not to just take Aubrey, despite her protests. I know it makes me an evil man, but finally being in the presence of a wet, aroused female is almost too much to handle. I breath in, and the air is still laden with her scent – the desperate need she feels, and yet refuses to accept.
The Scorp venom in my veins tells me to teach her, now. Take her hard, and force her to admit her own needs to herself. How exquisite it would feel to have her tight cunt wrapped around my cock – to slide past her resistance and take her as my own. I clench my fists, holding back the animal in me…
…just barely.
The shame of being denied by my mate was the only thing that jolted me out of the mating frenzy I was on the brink of descending into.
I slam my palm against the wall, and the sudden fear in Aubrey’s eyes makes me regret doing so immediately. I’d scared her.
Aubrey grabs at the wrath-bear fur we use as one of our blankets, pulling it up and covering the nakedness of her perfect breasts. My cock is throbbing painfully, but I will not go and waste my seed in the corner of the cavern. I will not be sated until I’ve shot my stream of hot seed into my mate’s perfect cunt.
“Damn it all! What did we do wrong?” I speak to my blood-brothers out loud, knowing that I’ve failed my species. My tribe can only live on through the breeding of our fated mates – the women shown to us through our powerful Orb-God.
“Can’t you see it?” Says Brigg, shaking his head, as if he’s trying to clear it. I furrow my brows, egging him on to continue. “She is strong and proud,” he continues, “but she has a fear to her. It’s a sickly, twisted thing that stops her from having what she wants. Can’t you see it?” He repeats that question, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
I thought there could be some problem with me – that my actions offended my mate. I look at Aubrey again, and this time I see the anxiety in her movements. She trembles, pulling the blanket closer to herself, and I’m filled with self-hatred.
There is something preventing her from understanding her destiny. I was born into the Scorp-Blood tribe, told the legends of my forefathers – who battled huge beasts to earn their fated mates. I watched as our tribal leader grew his harem until it numbered four, beautiful women – and he guarded them jealously.
I have no need for such a harem. I want – no, I need Aubrey. I step closer to her, sitting down next to her and forcing my mind to clear. My cock is still throbbing, but I will not lose myself in the mating frenzy – not until she aches for it. I wish badly I spoke her language. If I could, I could explain to Aubrey that she has nothing to fear. I would die before I let anything happen to her.
I grab another blanket, this one from the pelt of a leap-wolf, and hand it to her. She takes it from me with the weakest smile – one that hurts my heart. She wraps hers near-naked body in it. Our cave is cool and pleasant, a welcome respite from the heat of the outside world. I breath in deeply, and her scent is the most perfect torment.
“I can’t stand it. I will sleep over here,” says Haleon, feeling the same tortured lust as me. He grabs a blanket and walks to the other side of the cavern, as far away from Aubrey as possible.
Brigg nods, doing the same, extinguishing the torches as he passes them.
Though it is a true torture to be so near to my mate without being able to claim her, I still relish her proximity. I look up, and see Brigg settling down on the smooth, polished stone floor of our cave. It took us a month of precise cutting with our Orb-weapons to get the walls of this cave so smooth and perfect.
I throw a couple of furs and toss them to my triad, who nod their thanks and settle into sleeping positions; curled up like mighty lions.
I, however, will not leave Audrey’s side. I will face my need – even though every instinct in my body tells me to take her hard. Though it is a pure torment to be so near to my fertile, beautiful mate – who is so obviously dripping with need – I will face the agony of denial just for the reward of being close to her.
9
Aubrey
Oh, Fuck.
Haleon and Brigg are on the other side of the cave, as if my refusal to let them fuck me was so painful they can’t even bear to be near me.
It doesn’t feel like they’re upset with me that I refused them. Instead, it feels like they’re upset with themselves; like they blame themselves for the difficult choice I made.
But while I have a nag of guilt, their absence gives me some relief.
Stryker, though? Stryker gives me no such respite. He lays down behind me, on the other side of the blankets, and spoons me. Stryker wraps his huge arms around me and pulls me close. His massive, throbbing dick is as hard as a fucking rock, standing straight up against his body as it presses against my buttocks. I try not to wriggle or shift, which would only excite him further – but being so near to this huge, virile man is stoking the fires of my agonizing need.
I want desperately to press my ass against him – to signal to him that I want him… But I have to struggle to control my mind.
Think, Aubrey! Think!
I bite my lip, focusing – trying to find another angle to this situation. A third possibility sprouts in my mind:
Maybe I’m not crazy. Maybe I went into that alley and got mugged, or slipped and fell on a patch of ice. Maybe… Maybe I’m just in a coma right now, with tubes in me, surrounded by doctors.
If that’s true… How do I wake up?
I reason through it. I know my history of panic attacks, and I have the scars on my uppers thighs that are a constant reminder that I’m not… normal.
As much as I like this third theory – since it takes responsibility for my hallucination away from me – I reluctantly admit that it’s much more probable that the betrayal by my fiancé caused these visual hallucinations, as part of a complete breakdown of my mental faculties. I’m merely conjuring up the gorgeous alien whose arms are wrapped tightly around me right now.
As warm, and heavy, and comforting as those arms are – I have to accept the possibility, or probability, that this bizarre situation is all in my head.
My eyes roll back in frustration as Stryker’s huge dick presses against my ass – throbbing ever harder. Stryker pulls me even tighter against his broad chest, enveloping me like a big, muscular blanket. Across the cavern, Haleon and Brigg are snoring softly now; easily able to sleep on a single fur.
Stryker’s cock, pressing relentlessly against my ass, certainly feels real. I can only imagine what it will feel like stretching me to the absolute limit when he finally takes me hard.
What do people in the movies do to get out of a coma? They go… They go to the light, right? Shit, or is that dying? Fuck! Didn’t I watch an episode of House once where there was a coma patient?
I snort. I’m grasping at straws, desperate for anything to distract me from the steel rod that’s pressing against my ass. Stryker is slowly falling asleep, but his cock is still wide awake.
The portal. Did it close behind me?
I wrack my brain. In the excitement and terror of being abducted by these three sexy aliens, I didn’t check to see if the rippling portal they’d stepped through had closed up after we’d arrived here. I have no memory of it closing, though – so it’s possible that it’s still there.
If this is real life, the portal is the only way back. And, if this is a coma – or my mind is torturing me – the portal must be symbolic. I need to get to it if I want to get back to Earth. To reality.
I look over at Haleon and Brigg – the two warrior’s huge, bulky bodies barely visible in the darkness of the cavern. The only light comes from a tiny, luminescent crop of algae on the wall – one I know the warriors must have let grow there on purpose, to serve as a nigh
tlight.
I swallow hard. One thing’s for certain:
The warriors took me through the portal to bring me here. They won’t let me go back to New York.
New York. My memory of the lively city suddenly feels so dull and grey, now that I’ve experienced… Wherever the hell I am now.
I shift, pulling out my phone. Of course, there’s no service – but what’s truly shocking is that there aren’t a dozen new emails to respond to. I turn my phone off to save the battery charge, and slide it back into my pocket.
No emails. Imagine that! That hasn’t happened to me since before college.
Without internet or email, there’s no way I can tackle the onerous caseload I have waiting for me back home in New York. For a luxurious moment, I let myself relax, letting myself drift off in Stryker’s possessive arms.
I imagine everything melting away: The cold, New York winters. The fourteen-hour work days. The massive caseloads and endless emails and phone calls. I imagine it all melting away, embracing this new planet and living out the rest of my life in this dangerous paradise.
No! That’s your mind tricking you! That’s whatever insanity has gripped you pulling you deeper into your delusion! Focus, Aubrey, focus!
The slight snore from behind me indicates that Stryker has finally fallen into a deep sleep.
I’m almost glad he snores. Seven-foot-tall, muscled like my darkest fantasies, and with that… thing between his legs? He needs a fault or two, to have some sort of flaw to his ridiculous perfection.
Oh, wait: The whole abduction thing. That mars his perfection somewhat! I gently wriggle, and I stifle a groan as my movement stimulates Stryker’s dick, exciting it and making it throb against my bottom. Stryker doesn’t wake, but it certainly doesn’t make things easier when I was so fucking close to letting three men ravage me harder than anything I’ve experienced or even dreamed of before.
Lying here, that surging cock is a constant reminder of the virile, beastly man curling around me like a snoring jungle cat.
It’s so tempting to turn around – to grab his dick and wake him. To kiss Stryker deeply, and tell him in words he doesn’t understand, but a tone he can’t fail to, that I want him, now.
I keep picturing the three tattooed, marble-skinned aliens unleashing themselves on me – making me moan and whimper in submission, and the images are clouding my reason.
Fucking focus!
I wriggle again, trying to get out from underneath Stryker’s enormous arm. It feels like a fucking tree trunk – his arm, not his dick, although that’s a pretty damn close comparison as well.
I twist and writhe, then suddenly stop cold as Stryker mumbles something in his sleep. With a deft movement, though, I finally get free of his arms.
For warriors, these men certainly sleep deeply. I know why – they’ve made their cavern impenetrable to the massive beasts that threaten them in the wild. They are the apex predators on this world; the only ones who can relax in a constantly dangerous environment.
It’s so weirdly mundane, but I have the very human need to pee. I feel like I’m about to burst. There was no way to relieve myself with the three of them staring at me, and I wasn’t about to try out their primitive bathroom with them nearby.
My straining bladder is just another reason to get out of this cave.
I slow my breathing, my heart pounding and my eyes adjusting to the darkness of the cave. I look everywhere for a weapon – but I’m out of luck. Out of luck, that is, unless I want to see how light my fingers are – and try to lift the axe, sword, or mace from the belts of one of these slumbering aliens.
I wouldn’t even know how to activate such a weapon, though – and that black orb material scares me.
So, I decide to go it alone – unarmed, and knowingly unprepared.
Oh, my God. I can’t believe I’m really doing this. Some creatures hunt at night… I’ve seen the National Geographic specials.
I wince, squeezing my eyelids shut as I remember a particularly brutal documentary my college roommate had on the TV while I was studying a thick tome of 16th century English law for my History of Legal Systems class. It was one of those nature shows, in which a whole pack of lionesses tried to take down an elephant. I can’t remember who ended up on top, but it sure as hell wasn’t a good experience for the elephant.
I’m not exactly the size of an elephant – and if an eagle on this planet has the wingspan the length of a school bus, I don’t even want to think about what one of their mountain lions must look like.
This isn’t real. This isn’t real. This isn’t real.
I repeat that mantra in my mind, steeling myself as I creep out of the main cavern and into the long tunnel leading towards the open air.
There’s no algae to light the way in the tunnel, so I move slowly and carefully instead; my hands stretching out in front of me. I’m truly blind in the pitch blackness. I reach out with my left hand, feeling for the reassuring smoothness of the wall. It’s steady beneath my palm.
I travel up the tunnel until the darkness lightens. The slit between the boulder and the cavern walls is illuminated by light outside, and I press my body up to the crevice and look out.
The stars. Oh, God – the stars!
The entire night sky is filled with them, shining brighter than jewels. I’ve been in New York so long I’d thought the night sky was normal there; never thinking of how the streetlights and neon signs might drown out the stars twinkling in the night sky.
Here I can see everything – like an umbrella of stars, stretching overhead.
It’s stunning – but another indication that I’m definitely on an alien world. I swallow hard when I look up and see that there isn’t just a single moon here. Two huge, full orbs hang in the sky instead; each as bright as the Earth’s lonely moon. This cements the alienness of this planet in my mind.
I’m seeing the sky like it used to be seen back on Earth – back before there were skyscrapers and factories. I’m looking at the sky from a time when the heavens were filled with sparkling constellations that celebrated Gods and great beasts, the recognition of their forms limited only by humanity’s imagination.
The twin moons shine a hollow, eerie light across this alien landscape. I breathe in deeply, tasting the verdant greenery. During the day, the planet might be hot and oppressive, laden with moisture – but at night it’s cool and fresh, with a light breeze tantalizing my bare breasts.
I’d originally feared that the night sky might render the same sticky, humid dampness that sticks to your clothes; but instead my nipples harden in the cool wind. My bra had been partially under Stryker’s body, and there was no way I would risk pulling it free and having my escape interrupted. Yet, it feels so strange to be in nature without a shirt, and I shudder as I imagine going back through the portal and finding myself topless, in the streets of New York, in the midst of a chill, near-winter night.
Except that won’t happen. Because none of this is real – and the portal is just some weird, symbolic… destination in your mind.
Or… or I’m in a coma. There’s no way this is real, no matter how real it feels.
I have a choice. I can go back to the cave – back to those three, powerful aliens that have made me feel alive in a way I never have before.
But I know I should think of them as captors. Abductors.
Instead, I’m already feeling like I want to know the thoughts and feelings behind the three alien’s intense green eyes; and the violence in their spirit that they seem to be constantly pressing back.
It’s that – or I can try to go back to my old life. I clench my fist until my nails bite at my palm. My body and mind beg for me to stay, to explore this world, and to believe it’s real...
I squeeze through the crack the aliens were kind enough to leave me and stand near the summit of the mountain. My feet are steady on the bare, rocky ground. I can already feel a blister starting, but I’ve never felt so free. I’m away from the office, away from the s
tress of life, away and far away from everything.
It’s been less than a day, and yet I feel freer here than if I’d just spent a week on vacation.
And screw you, Steve from accounting, if you try to deny this vacation expense request!
The thought is so strange it makes me giggle. I’ve got no real resentment towards Steve from accounting, except that he did question my receipts for dinner when I traveled for a law conference with Joshua, who decided that my business expense account meant unlimited margaritas.
I shake my head, and I really do feel free. Joshua’s betrayal hit me hard back in New York, but now it feels like I was dragging a ship behind me through ice and waves; and suddenly the towlines snapped. I thought it was so important to bring that ship forward, but in reality, there was nothing inside it but rotten cargo.
A smile blossoms on my face as I understand what’s happening. I truly did go mad, and I had a breakdown – but it was all to come to the realization that everything that had happened to me was a good thing. I’d found out about Joshua before I walked down the aisle with him – the bandaid that was our relationship can finally be ripped off.
All the time I was with Joshua, even though my friends said he was a loser, I felt like I needed him. I needed his love – or his claim to love me, which had been revealed to be a big, fat lie.
A big part of it was my breakdowns, and the scars on my legs. I never thought anyone would accept those parts of me, and yet Joshua had; or had pretended to.
I hate the idea of any man seeing my thighs and asking the inevitable questions. With Joshua, it was already done. I’d told him about cutting myself as a teenager. The awkwardness of that moment was finished, and it was safe.
I think through this new realization. I might be in a psych ward right now, but that doesn’t mean my law firm has been notified... yet.
Logically, if I wake up now and get back to sanity, I’ll only have missed a day of work. I can come up with some way to convince the other partners that I had a family emergency – that I had to walk out of that partner’s meeting for a vital reason. I know I can do it – after all, having a way with words is part and parcel of my job.