“Stop her! Stop that Earthling!” The old alien shouted.
I didn’t look back. I ran through the narrow corridors until I found the door to the service area. I ripped open the door and slipped through. Hopefully, no one would notice me here. I continued to move through the dusty, dark space, my teeth chattering from the metallic whirring sound that echoed around me.
I settled into a dark corner, tucked my legs in against myself, and waited. Xavir would find me, and then I could convince him to let me stay. I shivered, wondering how long I’d have to wait in the dark before he came.
“Rianne.” His deep voice came from above me.
Xavir leaned against the dusty wall. “Rianne. Why did you run?”
I looked away, hot tears spilling down my cheeks. “I don’t want to leave you, Xavir,” I sobbed. “I can’t go back to Earth.”
“Why not?” he asked. “It’s your home.”
“I can’t leave you,” I said. “I just can’t. The thought of being without you makes me crazy.”
Xavir sighed. “Me too.”
“What?” I peeped, wiping my eyes.
“Me too,” He repeated. “It’s because we’re a mated pair now. Destiny has bonded our bodies together in a way that no mortal can understand.”
“Humans call that love,” I chuckled.
“Do they understand it?” Xavir asked.
“I don’t think anyone truly understands it,” I said softly. “That’s part of the appeal, I guess.”
“That sounds exhausting,” Xavir sighed. “I didn’t mean to find a mate.”
“Why not?”
“I have a strenuous job, keeping things secure on the mothership. I have dozens of men who answer to me. I need to be clear-headed at all times. I don’t have time to be … mated,” Xavir said.
“Is that why you want me to go back?” I asked.
“Yes. No,” The alien shook his head. “I don’t want you to go,” He admitted. “But it would be safer for you. Better for you.”
I stood up and brushed the dust off of the black bodysuit. “Since when do you know what’s best for me? You don’t know me.” There was an edge in my voice that I could not hold back. I wasn’t as weak as he thought.
“I’d like to know you better,” Xavir said.
I kissed him. Our bodies collided with the heat of our desire.
Xavir wrapped his hands around me and pulled me up in his arms so we could kiss properly.
I moaned against his lips. “How can I leave you when you make me feel like this?” I whispered.
“I don’t know,” Xavir groaned. “I can’t imagine life without you, my mated pair. My Tribute.” He brushed my hair back, which was probably a huge mess at this point and kissed my forehead.
“Then what do we do?” I asked, looking up at him. “There has to be a way.”
“We’ll go talk to the General,” he said.
“The General? That old guy?” I asked.
Xavir chuckled. “Yeah, but don’t call him old.”
When we returned to the airlock bay, the shuttle bound for Earth was gone.
The General was pacing, shouting orders. “Where is that human?” He shouted.
“Here, sir,” Xavir said. He held tightly to my shoulder, his presence making me feel secure.
The old alien whipped around to look at us. “There you are. Do you know what’s happened? The shuttle left! It had to, or else it wouldn’t have met its trajectory to Earth.”
I stifled a sigh of relief.
“Do you know what that means?” The General shouted at Xavir.
“Sir?” He asked respectfully.
“That means this human is stuck here until the next shuttle arrives.” The alien’s face went dark with frustration. Zexian blood was black, so when it flooded their skin, it was a stark change.
“Sir,” Xavir said. “That won’t be a problem.”
“What do you mean?” The old alien snapped.
“I would like to take her as Tribute,” Xavir explained, lifting my hair to show the mark. “We’ve been mated. Taking her away now would kill us both.”
The General let out an exasperated sigh. He shook his head. “Captain, you and I know both know that this ship is no place for a human.”
“Then please accept my resignation,” Xavir said, his face unreadable.
“What?” The Zexian General stammered. “Let’s not get hasty, Xavir. I’m sure we can work something out.”
Xavir grinned. “Sure. I’ll be in my quarters with my mate if you need me.” He scooped me up in his powerful arms and walked out of the airlock, his head held high.
“What if he calls your bluff?” I whispered.
“It’s no bluff,” Xavir replied. He was walking deliberately slow, waiting for something. He got his wish a moment later.
“Captain!” The General ran up to use from behind. “She can stay, just don’t quit on us. You know how much you’re needed on this ship.”
Xavir winked at me and looked over his shoulder. “As you wish, General.” He smiled to himself as he carried me back to his room.
As soon as we were alone, he held me and unzipped my bodysuit. “My mate,” Xavir breathed as he kissed me. “My Tribute.” His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them and teasing my perky nipples with his black tongue. He set me down on the bed, parting my legs and used his tongue to work me into a frenzy.
I moaned, already wet for him. “Xavir,” I gasped. “Don’t be such a tease. I want you.”
Xavir grinned. “My beautiful mate. My wonderful bride. You will bear my children, and I will protect you as long as we draw breath.” His giant cock eased into me as he whispered into my ear.
I relaxed, letting my body take his girth until I was full and stretched to the limit. His cock pulsed inside of me, already dripping into my womb. As he stroked in and out, the ridges around the base of his cock grew bigger, stretching my opening even further than I thought possible.
“Xavir!” I gasped. The pain mixed with pleasure.
“I’m going to make you mine now, Rianne,” he said. Xavir’s cock was utterly engorged, locking us together as he bore down on me. “I’m going to fill you with my seed and claim you.”
I writhed against him, unable to escape from the sensation.
Xavir held my body close to his as his cock flexed and throbbed inside of me. It pumped against my insides, pushing and twitching against all my sensitive spots. He grunted, pushing me down onto his cock, slipping the last ridge inside of me, my folds flat against his pelvis.
I groaned, the spark of pain sending me over the edge. I came hard, bucking, and flexing my hips. “Oh, fuck, Xavir.” I squirted my wetness all over him, unable to control myself.
“Yes,” Xavir purred. He licked my cheek as his cock jumped inside me again. Letting out a guttural moan, he emptied his seed into me, filling me up with hot cum. The sticky clear fluid leaked out around his thickness, spilling out as he slid out of me and laid me back down on the bed.
“My mate,” He hummed, collapsing down beside me.
I tried to catch my breath, staring at him. My heart ached as if it would burst with emotion.
Xavir was mine. He was my mate, and we were bound to each other now. I never wanted to leave his side. I wouldn’t trade anything to get my old life back, not when I was mated with a Zexian warrior of my very own.
The End
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Chasity Unchained
Ashley Amy
About Chastity Unchained
I was abducted by aliens.
They promised to return me to Earth, and they did...
They just didn’t put me completely back together before doing so. No, they didn’t experiment on me like most think aliens would do.
They just stole my heart and flew off with it in their departure.
I’m Harker Bailey, and this is how I fell in love with aliens... strange dicks and all.
Harker
It was my tits’ fault.
They killed him.
Well, cardiac arrest was his grim reaper, but they paved his path to the light. Maybe I should back up the story a bit… because today was that shitty of a day. Yeah, even before my boobs assassinated a guy.
Doing my job, I worked my body to the rhythm of the music. Sounds enchanting, right? Did I leave out I did this in skimpy clothing, straddling a stranger’s lap?
You guessed it.
I’m a stripper.
Anyway, onto the part of the story when the eighty-year-old still breathed. Not that I minded his age. Most of the older ones tipped better.
Picture it, I’m thrusting my booty back, almost grinding directly against the crotch of the weathered chap that paid for my company. Others sent some hoots and hollers, echoing around the room from this geezer getting the good treatment.
I might be good at what I do, but it didn’t mean I always enjoyed it. Hell, half these guys thought I was easy because I used my body to pay my bills. There’s a fine line between being an exotic dancer and being a prostitute.
Sadly, these boys kept crossing it or tried to blur the line. Working under my feathered mask, half the college kids in here had no idea I sat beside them in class.
They never would know it was their meek lab partner, Harker Bailey, that gave them a raging hard-on in this joint. I went by the name Diamond Tips for a few reasons, but it hid my identity from the hordes of horny heathens.
None of them wanted me on a normal day, so I secretly loved knowing how much they craved me here.
Especially today.
My last final for the semester was finished this morning, so it should’ve been a happy occasion. Thanks to the universe hating my freaking guts, I came home from finishing my test early to find my long-term boyfriend of six years fucking a student from the class he assisted in.
I found his butt cheeks humping forward into the little homewrecker’s ass. Yeah, and I thought I put on a show…
Apparently, I was too vanilla in the bedroom. He was frustrated that I could be sexual here, but I wouldn’t let him fuck my ass.
Blah.
He never lubricated enough, and it always hurt. Let her fake moan to that!
On top of this news, I promised my friends I’d meet them for drinks at the club when I finished here. I usually wouldn’t go on a good night, but I made the promise before my life turned to shit and hit the fan earlier today.
Even though my job contradicted my introverted personality, I loved having these few hours a night that made me feel sexy. My long, violet locks hung down my back, caressing my curves. In my black lingerie, my full tits and round ass weren’t contained properly. Like wolves, the men became ravenous over my thick frame.
I’d lose myself to the music and close my eyes, forgetting for a short time where I was. My sway of seduction came from me needing a way to release my inner energy. It stirred from never being able to use it properly because I grew up in a home that was all business.
Being restless became second nature. I still was from time to time, but I found this helped me.
It also didn’t hurt with my paycheck and tips. Some might be ashamed of the job I worked, but I’d be gaining my bachelor’s degree with no debt.
Right. Back to how I killed the oldie. Wait, I can’t admit that. My tits were the culprit.
Following the cues of the song, I stood from the man’s lap. Facing him, I let my hands work behind my back to unlatch my bra with a shimmy in my shoulders to jiggle the girls.
More men jeered, knowing he was about to get an eyeful of my impressively perky tits. They might be large, but my headlights still pointed up.
As my bra spilled forward, I watched the wrinkles around his eyes soften as they rounded into saucers. With a wheezing gasp, the man’s jaw unhinged as his body slumped to the side of the chair.
I was completely exposed while the man looked frozen from the excitement. Cluing in, I understood he wasn’t pretending to be shocked. He’d quit breathing all together.
“Sir?” I tapped his shoulder. When nothing happened, I shook him a little harder. “Sir!”
A group saw my behavior change from erotic to petrified. They quickly moved my way to see what the hubbub was about.
I leapt off the lap of the patron as my eyes found the first person with their phone out. I pointed at him as he filmed me topless and in my thong. “Call 911!”
And that, ladies and gents, was how I killed a man with my tits and landed on YouTube while doing it.
Harker
"I killed an old guy with my boobs." I plopped down on the barstool at the table my roommates snagged in the purple and white club. Cierra paused eating her mozzarella stick to blink at me. Keaton and Rachel were across from us, trying to figure out if they heard me correctly.
Sighing, I twirled my finger in the air as the trio waited for me to continue.
"Yup. The police even questioned me to see if I suffocated the old geezer on purpose," I let out. My frustration heightened after that interrogation. "Who even thinks of that?!"
"Apparently a few, if the cops had to blatantly ask you." Keaton's large frame leaned over the table a little more. He was a huge dude who played on the defensive line for our school's football team. Being partially Hispanic, he got the pretty coloring and chocolate eyes.
Rachel elbowed him with a smirk. Now, she'd be someone who came up with something like that. She'd also be the one to get away with it, too. Her devious mind was always up to something. It could be a beautiful thing, if her vindictive nature didn't have you in the crossfire.
She was the kind of girl who loved to dye her hair something new each month. Right now, she was working black to match her glasses and lipstick. I enjoyed her edgy style.
It contrasted Cierra's soccer mom look, even though she wasn't a mom. Where Rach wore leather and black, Cierra favored cardigans and cute tops with shorts or pants and a messy bun.
Tonight, was no different for my fellow foodie. She liked to eat and had no shame doing so in front of the judgmental crowd. She and Keaton had contests over who could eat what. Her auburn hair leaned closer to the brown side but glinted red under the sun.
With my violet hair still down from work, I was kind of a mix of all my friends. My outfits changed with my mood. I watched football with Keaton on the couch, I enjoyed a few binging meals with Cierra, and I plotted with Rachel. Life was solid when you found your homies.
Too bad I couldn't find love.
"Oh, and I found David cheating on me." I shrugged, sitting back in my chair. Today had been a shit day.
"Surprise, surprise." Rach rolled her eyes, drinking her cocktail. Her southern drawl was thick, causing her to speak slower, "You found a man cheatin’, then killed a man. Too bad you ain't kill the man cheatin’."
Keaton snorted into his own drink as Cierra laughed with her mouth full of food. Her little dig caused me to grin for the first time today.
"You can't forget that they all call you CB," Keaton just had to remind me.
I locked up at the acronym that was made my freshman year. Being a bit of a nerd, I didn't fool around. Like I said, none of the guys knew it was me grinding on them.
Well, those very p
ricks deemed me Chastity Belt. Little fuckers thought it was humorous that they couldn't fuck the nerd who had to tutor their dumb asses.
"Jesus, Keaton." Cierra smacked her forehead. "You can't just say shit like that. We all know Harker slept with David. Remember? We walked in on it that one day."
I winced at that very reminder. I was bent over the back of the couch with them seeing his ass cheeks when they came in. Not even that position had been enough for the anal freak.
Rachel raised her hand for us to pay attention. "I, for one, don't think Chastity is a terrible nickname. Harker does have chastity. She only sleeps with the men she sees a future with. I applaud that shit because on Jesus's name, we all know I can't say it."
Before we could get any farther into our conversation, a drunk asshole leaned up onto our table, facing Cierra. His bleary eyes feasted on her curves under the purple and white lights of the club.
"You’re kind of bigger than I usually go for, but I'm certain you're a sure thing from not getting enough attention. Wanna fuck?"
Pausing her appetizer, Cierra calmly set it down. Her quick wit was about to come out and play, so I sat back to watch the entertainment.
"Mhmm... Do you masturbate much?" She drew closer, playing him like the drunk fool he was.
"Every day, little lady. Gotta make sure all my junk is up to lasting when I get a girl." Wow, that one made me cringe.
"Do you think about sexy, beautiful women when you touch yourself?" Cierra purred.
"Always," he got breathless from her words.
"And when you cum, how does it feel?"
"Amazing."
"Yeah? And how about when you let go of your limp, pencil dick, realizing your hand will be the only thing fucking it for the rest of your sad life?" With a cup of water in hand, she threw it in his face. "I wouldn't do it too much, buddy. Heard a few guys were getting carpal tunnel around campus."
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