Kelian

by C. R Corbin

  Kelian

  by C.R Corbin

  Table of contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Kelian

  The rain was heavy and the moon was low, the perfect night for them to make a move. I tracked the car from her house, all of the tracks led here, to this abandoned warehouse right outside of their town.

  Now she was waiting for me.

  I gazed into the forlorn brush, the trees swaying under the force of rain, my hands were heavy, this planet was a bit too cold for my liking but I had to deal with it. I owed a debt and I would be damned if I were to not pay it at this point. The only reason I was still alive was because of that man and I would not forsake his daughter to an analogous fate.

  Now it was time to wait.

  And I must say the view was not bad at all.

  I had been trailing her for a couple of days to get an idea of when they might seize the opportunity to claim her. She was....beautiful, there was something in the back of my mind, a deep-seated feeling that tugged at me. I got hard just looking at her, my breath grew ragged and my pupils dilated, all signs that she would be a suitable mate, at least that's what the lore about old planet Ithyria said.

  But she was human.

  I look at her now, those long brown locks wet and slapped against her cheeks. Tears in her eyes, her breasts pressing against that white gown that she just had to wear. I licked my lips as I stared at her body, those delicious curves, that curvaceous flesh, those ample breasts that I wanted to bury my face into. Oh god, my garments were getting tighter and tighter just thinking about it.

  She was lovely, but I must not dissuade my attention from the far more grievous matter.

  It was highly unlikely that a human would be suitable mate for an Ithyrian, we were a bit taller, I stood at about 6'6, a pretty standard height for my race but giants to them. Due to our homeworld being substantially larger I was a bit more powerful than a regular human as well due to the excess gravity, from what I understood that would not be a possibility, Ithyrians only mate with other Ithyrians, it was impossible to think that I would be able to foster any kind of hope for a better life with her, and that was a highly inappropriate thought at the moment anyway....even if her bosom threatened to burst out from that soaked cloth.....

  The rainwater splashed over the raincoat I donned, my lips pursed and my fangs brushed my tongue as I licked my mouth. My gold eyes glimmered in the darkness, my senses go haywire in all of this rain, there were five men in there with her by my estimate, I knew I could take them but doing so without harming her....well that would be another issue, the use of the sniper rifle was out of the question, I probably couldn't kill that many in a short amount of time before they got away. If I were in tip top condition I probably could muster a herculean effort and get it done but... the weeks in that lab took their toll.

  I would have to do it the old fashioned way.

  Back home on Dharna there was a certain code, honor, respect, ideals that you were supposed to follow at every turn no matter how obsolete they may seem. That man unlocked my door, gave me a gun, gave me a way to escape. Before I returned from my little escapade I had to right this last wrong, even if my contentious relationship with the humans got in the way. That much I owed, that much I owed to a culture that my family lost years ago in that horrible incident.

  Now I just needed to find an avenue of entry.

  There were two men left outside to guard the truck that they had abducted her in, my finger rested on my sidearm and I got up, crawling among the long grass. I was on top of this large hill, the abandoned warehouse was on the ground in front of me. There was mud at every crevice, my hands run along the slick grass as I crawled behind a fallen log, inching my way closer and closer. The car that they had driven was a rather large black suv, with those strange plates on either side of it.

  "Alright, alright. This can't be worse than that heist on Merida." I said to myself as I steadied myself, it's been a while since i've done such an operation.

  And as I inch closer I can hear her screaming, it only gets me that more riled up. For some reason the prospect of seeing her in pain, of hearing her yelp....it made my blood boil.

  "Now, now, you're going to tell me if you've seen him." said the man, they all wore these black uniforms with bullet proof vests and cargo pants. They each had assault rifles and knives, each stands at about 6 feet and were all incredibly fit for human standards, I suppose Captain Markham wanted to send his best.

  Too bad it wouldn't be enough.

  "I told you I don't know anyone named Kelian!" she screamed, her angst was apparent, I knew that they wouldn't kill her, the captain wanted a worse fate for her. He had his sick perverse ideas and I would die to prevent him from laying a finger on her. Even if I never spoke to this girl, for some reason I felt an overwhelming need....a need to protect her.

  "Jesus Christ he's really going to town huh?" one of the guards near the car asked.

  "Yeah but you do know the stakes of this right? If the higher ups find out that an alien escaped and the main researcher died then they'd have our asses. We need to find this bastard and fast." replied the other guard.

  "Where do you think he is? Think he even called her?" the other man asked.

  "Dunno, if I was him I would have hightailed it out of here but maybe they have some code, I don't know." replied his friend.

  "We've only seen one photo, looks like the goddamn devil." his friend muttered, shivering and hugs his rifle closer, they both wore black balaclavas with goggles.

  "Those horns, those yellow eyes.....wonder if he has a dick?" his friend said absent mindedly.

  "What the fuck?" his friend laughed.

  Now it was time.

  I stood up from my little hiding spot behind the log and tossed two knives their way, hitting them directly in their heads, before they could pull the trigger they were dead, the superhuman strength of my throw easily snapped their skulls in two. The shadows hid me well, obstructing any view that they may have had of me. The last thing they saw was two gleaming silver knives emerging from the darkened trees. I hugged the trunk of the tree and looked around, making sure that I was completely alone, that there really weren't sentries around here. I would have presumed that they might have had some soldiers hidden in the woods but my scouting had turned up empty.

  Now it was time to free her.

  I inched my way closer behind the barn door, peeking at her and the men gathered around. There were four men in there, three of them stood around her in a triangle formation while the man in the center, a man I came to know as the lap dog of Markham, Winsel, he stood there and slicked his dirty blond hair back. His stubble shifted and his yellow teeth peaked out from his lips, she was cowering, tears mixing in with the rain, the men were tempted to take her right there and they might have. Her thighs were slick with water, her arms bruised and her knees shaking. I zoned out while I gazed at her, wondering what laid under those slick layers of cloth, wondering if I could strip her down and claim her right then and there. She was quivering, sobbing as the men interrogated her.

  "I don't know anything! My father disappeared that's all I know!" she screamed.

  "Oh don't worry, don't w
orry girl. I'll get the details out of you somehow." Winsel lecherously purred as he reached out and danced his finger along her cheek, her soft green eyes glimmering as he swiped the hair away from her face.

  "Now please, please. Just let me go, I won't do anything, please." she whimpered.

  "Oh I know you won't, but that's not what i'm worried about." said Winsel, his right hand reaching for his knife while his left remained on her shoulder, her curves contort against the metal chair, the rust rubbing against her perfect, fair skin.

  It only made me angrier and angrier, my feet dug into the dirt below as he slipped the knife over her shirt, tearing it slightly before I snapped.

  She was mine!

  #

  Penny

  I didn't even really remember the moments preceding my abduction.

  I know I got home from work at my shitty lab job and turned the lights on, that's all I could recall. Now I was in the midst of these strange men, these powerful men that encircled me with their rifles and their militaristic uniforms. From what they had informed me about I knew that.....I knew that they had something to do with dad's death. They worked for the government and said that something dad was working on escaped and they knew that he would be coming to me. An alien, here on Earth, relations with the Trezodians had only just begun but this man didn't sound anything like them. They were bony creatures, almost like bipedal crabs, this man was different, he was much more human looking and was incredibly valuable to these people, whatever they wanted.

  But I didn't care about any of that.

  I was tossed into a van, there was a bit of shouting for a while and I kept on screaming when I woke up inside of that cold metal husk. The van shook and I rocked around, wailing and hoping that someone would here and help me.

  But it was of no use.

  I was bloodied, bruised, my face was marred already. My feet rubbed the mud below me, my gown was torn and he was tearing it further. I kept on wailing, screaming and attesting to my innocence, whatever my father did I was kept in the dark. Dad never disclosed what he was doing at work and I preferred it that way, if he were to tell me anything it was about how bad the cafeteria food tasted so he wanted me to pack a lunch for him.

  Not aliens!

  I was shown several pictures of him, I had to say he was quite....handsome. When I gazed upon those images, those photos of his grey skin glimmering in the dim fluorescent light, his small horns shipped and marred with cuts. His black hair surrounding those small horns, that short smooth spiky black hair, the slight stubble that grew on his chin. His incredibly athletic and muscular physique. I was ashamed to say that I wondered what he was like in bed, I felt like I had such a dirty mind for thinking about getting with an alien, even in this scenario. My eyes trailed to the spot in between his legs, he was completely nude so I thought I could get a look at it, even if I was about to die because of these bastards my insatiable curiosity drove me to gaze there.

  Shadows hid whatever there was, I pouted, even in these desperate moments I still found time to muster some sort of levity.

  His abs tightened, that muscular physique tensing against the metallic bonds that enclosed his body. There were scratch marks on that chest, much like chips on a slab of iron, his entire body looked like it was designed to bring pleasure to women and pain to any man who dared to encroach on what he had. I was already getting wet thinking about it, how that sharp, long tongue would feel when it slides across my walls, how his strong arms would grip me, those orange tattoos glowing as his abs tightened and he slipped it deep inside, his rugged alien size filling me out as he pinched my clit, sucked on my ample breasts, caressed my curves, it was a good dream in these times, but alas it was just a dream. I couldn't even feel embarrassed that I was thinking in this matter, his rugged beauty was undeniable.

  But I could see what they did to him.

  He crashed in the Appalachians and they took him back to Virginia for testing, there were scars and burn marks all over his body. He looked like he had been through the ringer already, those golden eyes glimmered, those slits small while the blood runs from his mouth. His fangs were barred, he looked indignant but he lacked the energy to do anything notable, anything that would be of consequence to these people. There were wires hooked up to him, he looked sick, ill, his face was grey but it was turning white in the photo, I couldn't imagine what they put him through, what little medical training I had before I dropped out told me that an immense amount of psychological and physical trauma was executed.

  It made me sick.

  "Now let's see what's under there." the lecherous man said, his knife dancing along my shirt. I glared at him, the rain battering down onto my shoulders and my hair, my curves shaking, all of that ample flesh squeezed by these tight ropes. Who knew that the one time I would be hating this curvaceous figure of mine the most would be when I was abducted and the ropes were too tight, not when Devin turned me down or the girls didn't want to invite me to the pool party.

  Now....now was the end.

  The tears welled in my eyes, my entire life had been a failure. I dropped out a year ago while my friends were still in and probably going to get their licenses. I was weak, alone, my father was gone and my friends barely had the time for me at all. The lab I worked at paid like shit and the working conditions were even worse, perhaps it was a better fate if this were to occur, I could feel myself surrendering to the void.

  But that's when I saw it, the reason to keep on living.

  I looked up into the support beams above, there were two red dots glaring down on me. For some reason it gave me this overwhelming sense of longing, of comfort, I wanted to live, there were so many more things for me to do. I could have a family, I could be someone, I could get my life back on track and go back to school, I could find someone to grow old with, there was hope for the first time in 6 hours.

  And it came swiftly.

  I heard a growl as the dark figure lunged down from the beams and seized the men. I heard a scramble, the shape moved much faster than I would have thought. His arms lunged out and he grabbed the rifles of two of the men, turning them onto the third man standing behind me. There were splatters of blood that run across my back from the gunfire before the lecherous man in front of me tugged his hand gun out. A rifle was tossed into his face, his eyes shutting as he stumbled back and the shadowed figure leapt onto him, grabbing his arm and breaking it before giving him a nice elbow to the face, smashing his orbital bone in one fell swoop. I looked to the side, gazing at the two men to my side that had knives in their neck, the sounds of the blonde man's face crunching against this shadowy figure strikes filled the night, blending in with the rain, I bite my lip and quiver, but not in fear.

  For some reason this shape, whatever it was, it inspired some kind of hope, some kind of comfort that I had been lacking for a while.

  My pupils dilated, I looked down to see my gown completely torn, my pants were partially off and this figure stood in front of me, making no sudden movements and just...staring at me. Those red orbs glimmering in the dim lights that were set up around me. He was tall, maybe 6'6, he wore a raincoat and I gazed at his hands, all bloodied. There were these small claws that stuck out from his fingers that soon retracted, the red shade of his eyes calmed and became golden instead. I looked at him and shivered as he grabbed the hood of his raincoat and tugged it back.

  It was perhaps the most wonderful thing I could have laid my eyes on.

  There were these small greyish horns that peaked out from a bed of black grassy hair. My eyes enclosed on him, my tongue running against my lips while I looked on, he smiled at me. Those golden eyes glimmered and his slits reformed, the grey skin glimmering in the light, almost as if he was made of stone, his tight abdomen flexing against that raincoat, his entire body tensing up while he stared at me. In those golden eyes I found hope and I could feel on some spiritual level that he saw the same thing when he glanced at me. He dropped his knives and took off the
coat completely, the scars, the orange tattoos.

  It was him....

  I imagined how I must have looked to him, the rain battering my skin, my makeup in streams, my plump body pressed against these ropes and my figure laid bare, I must have looked like a mess. My mouth was wide open, the shock about what had just happened washed away and I was left with only one emotion. Gratitude.

  "Let's get you free." he said to me, his voice was deep, tough, but there was a hint of affection underneath all of that.

  He runs the knife over the ropes and I lunged out of my seat, gripping him and hugging his back, I feel all of that rippling muscle rubbing against my fingers as I kissed his chest. My body was pressed up against his tight abdomen, his incredibly powerful physique tensing up as he runs his hand across the back of my head.

  "Thank you! Thank you!" I hollered.

  I feel his abs rubbing my nipples, my ample breasts pressed up against his torso as his strong arms enclosed around me, I felt so safe, so warm, my curves contorted against his body, my feet rubbing dirt while I bite my lip and looked up, the tears streaming down the sides of my face.

  "Are you alright?" He asked me, the concern was evident, even if his stony expression didn't convey it.

  I nodded.

  I could feel his cock rubbing me, that tight thick manhood behind that thin layer of cloth, dashing along my folds while I stroked his grey face and rubbed his horns. His abs tightened and I yearned for his touch, my folds grew wetter and wetter, all of that wetness running down my legs while I gazed at him and longed for more and more. I feel his tip rubbing my folds, the fabric separating us was trivial, my clit dashed along his crotch and I felt the strong urge to leap on top of him and immediately insert his thick alien member inside of me, but something else stopped me, and it wasn't him.

  "Thank you...." I repeated, the exhaustion of the day washing over me.

  I shut my eyes, muttering a few words before I went to sleep in his arms, knowing that I would be protected.