I can feel the heat build between our bodies, the star-shaped burn that occurs when one reaches their apex with another.
In darkness, we stand on a cliff of discovery. And all we have are our most primal urges, the deepest parts of ourselves. Mirrors surround us, reflecting our images, but I don’t see myself anymore.
I see someone who is out of control, wild, and free. I see someone who is willing to explore the wretched to find a brick of gold.
As he thrusts his shaft into my throat, I shake with pleasure. The warm, damp air circles around my pussy, and I feel my thighs slide open instinctually, ass arching in the air like a hill waiting to be flagged and conquered.
A bead of pre-cum oozes from the tip, and I extend a finger, tracing it across my pussy lips, firmly looking in his eyes.
Am I ready for him? No. Absolutely not. He’s got the freakin’ Eiffel Tower between his legs, but I’m no Mona Lisa, and I sure as hell don’t speak French. All of this is new to me, but you don’t see me running away or calling for help.
Quite the opposite.
He smirks and leans forward, and I gasp again as he slithers down my throat. A couple more globs of pre-cum dribble from the tip, and I open my mouth to show him the sticky mess he fed me.
He moans in response, smacking my ass one more time before pulling away.
“You were made for this,” he says.
Unable to keep from blushing, I feel my cheeks turn hot. I look away momentarily, but when my eyes meet his again, he looks at me with more intensity than ever.
“Give me that wet cunt,” he demands. “I want to fill you with enough seed to populate an entire continent.”
My response is immediate, and I feel something buzzing inside me. My breathing quickens, and my chest feels hot. My excitement does not stop.
Finally, I look him in the eyes and nod my head.
“Do it. Breed the infection out of me,” I say.
Lifting my chin with his forefinger, he bites near my face and snarls. “Are you going to give the big bad wolf a taste of your sweet pussy?” he asks, tongue snaking into the air, threatening to enter my mouth.
I bend my neck and attempt to quiet my voice. “You can have it,” I say. “My pussy is… yours to command.”
Pleased by my words, he pulls my head back by the hair, making me yelp, more out of surprise than pain. He bares his teeth, trying to get a feel for my ribs, while I attempt to kiss his rippling, rolling, punishing abdomen.
Without replying, I plant my hands on the ground, turning my hips until my ass is staring back at his cock like an open target. I bite my lip and brace for his punishing fuck as he pushes his cock toward my pussy. I take a deep breath as his hard shaft presses against my tightly closed lips.
Here it comes, the moment I’ve been fearing since I first saw him. I haven’t had sex in years, and the first notch on my bedpost will be made by an alien with a cock that might be used in future torture simulations.
He buries his face into my shoulder as he sloppily attempts to mount, high tank-like thighs bucking and sliding against my hips. His feet pound against the ground, and he grunts like a despicable beast. But his hands hold me close, one threading through my hair, while the other rests around my navel. It is that type of attentiveness I’ve longed for all my life.
I am someone’s treasure, used, but not taken for granted.
With the heavy sound of moans around us, a deep pull grows inside me, leaving my legs bare and trembling with a slight crimson bloom. My fur gown flops off at my urging, draping to the ground near my feet.
I whimper and try to push myself up, my movements slowed to a twitch. And he enjoys every ounce of struggle, gritting his teeth, relishing in the sound of my breath near the floor as my ass rises into the air.
Kalxor mounts my back like a wolf and begins to push, one hand pulling at my shoulders, while he brushes past my lips with the other. He goes further, spreading and holding my ass open as he advances.
He rolls his head higher, lips kissing near my cheek as he makes his first thrust, taking my breath away in a quick hit of pressure.
And just when I jerk forward to escape that weight, his powerful arms wrap around my waist and pull me back in. Inches of impossible girth and length pierce through me, spilling wetness and alien lubricant to make this possible.
He straddles my ass and finds his motion, fucking me with grunts of need and aching masculinity. The sensations I'm getting are simply too much, the lack of air too difficult to bear.
Every touch, every movement, every forceful push is telling me I've lost the real world, that I've slipped away from the future, that I'm here. I'm here in the now. Forever.
“Take me. Fuck me,” I moan, my voice too thin for comfort.
He pushes himself deep inside me, and I cry out, trembling with desire, begging for more, for him to fill me up. He moves even deeper, penetrating me with quick, deliberate thrusts, my ass driving back, and the muscles of my body tightening.
I can't go on like this. But I’m not stopping. I’ve found a rhythm foreign, yet comforting to me. And though the pain never fully subsides, I learn how to feed it.
With his teeth buried in my back and hands across my tits, his heat creeps over me. I do my best to move with his thrusts, back arching and swaying as his hips demand more, faster, harder.
He digs in, moaning with pleasure. He scents me and exhales. “Now do you believe me, beautiful one?” he asks. “This world is depraved. Ours to destroy.”
The more I learn, the more I think I need to witness. The more I can’t let him escape…
I want to stay here.
I want more of this, the disgusting, vile fuck he gives me, passionate in all the right and wrong ways.
I grind my hips, whining and moaning into him as he takes hold of my wrists, riding freely. His balls rock against my clit, and I become more desperate. It's terrifying, the desire in my core for him, the buzzing in my hot pussy as he lay his tongue across the curve of my neck.
It's too much! I can’t take it. I’m rolling toward that edge, the long, convulsing shake, the flow of heat and moisture and desire, more complicated than I remember.
It breaks me.
I feel my lips part over his shaft as my energy slips away, the range of my orgasm increasing, replaced with a sudden burst of light and deep emotion.
My head bends, pointed at the floor. “Oh, fuck,” I moan, wavering.
My kneecaps buckle, but he doesn’t let up. He’s a literal fucking machine, and I’m his puppet, here to be bred.
Because I chose this. Me. And I’m owning every inch of him.
“I’m coming,” I whisper. “C-C-Coming…”
It all stops. I feel the heavy pulse of my g-spot rippling through my core, dragging new and untapped energy into my heart as a caressing, silky stream. It flows through my muscles, around my stomach and chest, and my body shudders and twitches with complete and total arousal.
“Yes,” I scream. “Fuck me, alien.”
He's on top of me, driving his mighty cock into my wet hole, a loud slap, sexual hunger reverberating across the walls of this room. A second later, my legs quiver and buckle. I’m coming, and there’s no way I’m going to return from this. Not yet, at least.
Finally, I look up and see my reflection. The sweat, the relaxed and tired brown eyes, the frizzled amber hair, complimented by prints of red on my skin. I look thrilled.
It’s Kalxor’s turn.
I look away from his tempting reflection, leaning forward and releasing a shuddering scream of undeniable satisfaction. His cock is growing inside me, thick and ready to burst rich cum.
I can feel a trickle pool at my entrance, so I reach back and grab him by the hips, holding him firmly against me. "It’s yours. You own it. Use this pussy."
Famous last words, I know, but the moment carries me away.
He leans his head forward to greet my shoulders and neck, his breath hot, eyes tracing my ass. His nostrils flair as he t
akes all of me in.
As his tongue makes its way into my mouth, I feel him shudder and moan. My pussy rises to meet the moment, lips sliding over him to receive his offering.
We hold in our position, bodies connected, until he shudders with the crescendo of his incoming orgasm.
An intelligible grunt leaves his throat. "Nnnhhhhh..."
At last he erupts, from pleasure to something close to enlightenment. His voice is too low for me to hear, barely audible between his heavy thrusts. I feel his body shudder as his cock swells, firing a surge of seed into my pulsing slit. My body, blissfully exposed, hangs limp, completely shut down from my own lift-off into heaven.
I receive every burst of hot, sticky cum swelling inside me, so much it spills down his waning shaft.
I feel his body relax. Rearing back, he releases a slow, deep breath. Sense seems to be drifting into him again, an insistent calm that forces him toward the dingy floor below.
To help bring me back down to earth, his hands pull me down with him. His massive body brings me in, curling me against his chest.
The pool of pleasure has thinned a little, and my pussy feels heavy and full. The waves of lust have receded, but this experience has changed me forever.
No longer will I sit back and watch as life passes me by. That Ava is over.
It’s time to start fresh.
When it’s over, everything feels different. I look at Kalxor, but I don’t see the same autonomous machine. I don’t view him as a technological work of art. The way he looks at me is deep and understanding.
I forget that he isn’t real.
For the first time, I look at him like he is a creature of flesh and blood. His face is chiseled perfection, handsome and terrifying all at once. And his eyes, filled with inhuman lust, have become stars, transfixed to my position.
“Why did you take me here?” I ask.
“To show you what this place can be,” he says. “To show you that things are changing here, and you’re a part of it.”
“Tell me the whole truth,” she says.
He looks inward. “I also brought you here to see if you were real.”
“And?”
“I believe you. You’re real,” he says.
“I believe you’re real, too,” I whisper.
But it’s not true. I want to believe he’s real. But I know too much.
An insufficient time passes. We’re consumed in the passion that follows a good romp, but moaning beasts and placated women still echo nearby.
He continues his thought from earlier. “This isn’t what I expected,” he says.
“What do you mean?”
“A part of me believed once I had you, we’d be free. I thought you were the door, but you’re not. I don’t know what to do next, and that worries me.”
But I am free.
Freer than a fucking bird. Maybe I can just stay here.
“We’re in this together now,” I say. “We’ll learn everything we need to know soon enough.”
I swallow, and I feel my heart start to race again, but I quickly ignore it. My fears only lead me astray. I need to keep going.
But in order for that to happen, I need him near me.
I just need one night like this. One night intertwined with somebody else’s hopes and dreams.
Because I don’t know when I’ll ever feel this level of freedom again.
When I came here, I was weak. Now, I’m strong.
Tonight, I am someone new.
I want to make the most of it.
8
Kalxor
I’ve seen a lot of things, but I’ve seen no one like her give into this darkness. For a while, it was just me, exploring this cruel world. But now, she’s infected too.
I didn’t heal her. I entrenched her in the madness of this place.
For hours, she curled against me, heated by my body and protective hold. Something took over me, far greater than my conditioning. It was a pull that glued us together, natural and demanding.
Primal.
It felt like fucking heaven.
It felt real.
I needed to take her, not just because I was programmed to search out her scent. I hoped for our transformation, a door to the ruler of this strange and twisted kingdom.
A door to Elon.
I expected something different. I expected us to escape.
I got something else instead. The gift, her bond. The sweetest, most gentle pussy I’ve ever felt.
But there was no exit for us to find. We couldn’t fly out of the atmosphere in a disc of glory. Instead, another door appeared at the end of that sunken hallway. A door that led deeper into the maze. It was another entrance, not an exit, and now I’m not sure we’ll make it out alive.
I don’t know this place. I’ve never ventured this far, fearing I might never find the woman I was destined to find.
When I first came to that breeding ground, I never imagined it would turn into this. In the beginning, it was an empty field, undeveloped, but there was energy here. A natural current of electricity.
The cultists brought me there, roping me to a tree. They bound my arms and cut my ankles until I couldn’t walk or run. Fear tore through me as they forced me to endure their sick ritual of blood and fire, of the holy spirit of pain.
I died that night.
When I returned, the people had gathered. And each life that passed through me sent me back here. They started to build something. This place.
Now their work is complete, but I’m not sure if I should keep going. This could be a trap.
Staring at the open door, I witness a large tunnel, cavernous and rocky, dug out with crude tools. A one-man job, but who? Elon?
I can hear something, somewhere in the darkness of that strange passage. The snapping of teeth and the screeching of heavy metal against metal. I can hear it in my head, and it reverberates through my stomach and chest, enveloping outward.
I look at Ava and have to wonder. Is this our way out?
Some part of me believes I'm crazy. That I’ve always been crazy, and that’s why I believe I’ve died so many times. It shouldn’t have been possible. But no matter how much I try to separate from my own experiences, I can’t do it.
I’ve loved her since the day I laid eyes on her. It was fate. Nothing else. And that’s why I walk, why I roam this planet. I have one aim.
I unlock her chains and step aside, trusting she will not run. Silently, we move into the tunnel, and I feel a rush of wind push against us so hard it nearly knocks Ava on her ass.
My feet can no longer be seen as they sink into the darkness. Soon, we are lost in an unfamiliar world, a world that no longer makes sense. I feel my head jerk, and when I look up, I see a star shimmer before me. It explodes, a flare of light raining down.
Someone’s out there. Looking for help. But it’s too dark to see anything else.
I focus on this sight, and when the vision clears, I hear screams echo in the distance. Gunfire, and the quiet rustle of brush.
“Let me guess,” she says. “This part of the simulation wasn’t supposed to exist, was it?”
I don’t know how to respond, but I look at her with extreme hesitance. “How am I supposed to answer such a question when I’ve never been here?” I ask.
Her eyes widen. “You mean, all of this is new?”
I bite the inside of my cheek and frown. “I don’t know if new is the right word.”
Maybe she was right about this planet. Maybe this place is a simulation. Could it be possible? And if so, what does that say about me?
I am not a fucking robot.
No way. No how.
I have memories. Experiences I hold dear. I bleed too.
But I am trapped in this endless cycle as she now is with me. This world is becoming a part of me, attaching to me, infecting my mind. The longer I spend here, the faster I feel my sanity slip away.
I can’t lose hope. That would be the end of me.
She startles f
orward, nearly tripping as the plain rises to shattered concrete. She gazes upon the city. Buildings as tall as skyscrapers loom over our heads, but there is an evil lurking here, an emptiness that sends shivers through the heart.
“My God,” she whispers. “They built this. The characters are taking over.”
She goes on about the characters building universes, a fear that permeates her thoughts. They’ll take over, she tells me. It’ll never end.
And that’s precisely my fear. I believe her now. The hunters, the cultists, the beasts inside that gruesome maze – they are all characters.
But this is different. The stakes feel higher. If this world was only populated with character cyborgs, I wouldn’t be so frightened.
I’m not sure she’s taking this seriously.
I’m not even sure she believes I’m real.
But none of that matters right now.
I’ve been duped. Programmed to find a mate, exploited for my sexual prowess. My struggle, my pain, and my choices only led me further into my own prison, a dead end.
The more I see, the more I begin to understand. This place is… me. Synergy.
This world is my old world, twisted by my memories. A horrifying mirror of experiences I’ve led.
Ava’s thoughts are now intertwined with mine. Our hopes and dreams, different as they may be, form an alliance. And this place, whatever the fuck it is, knows who we are. It’s building as we speak, creating a symbiosis between us.
This is the infection I had spoken about, but I had no idea it was this bad.
Those Earth Federation scientists must have known this would happen. They knew I’d be foolish enough to bring her here. And now, I fear this is out of my control.
I fucked up. Majorly fucked up.
If we lose our way, we’ll never be able to leave.
Desperate, I turn around and search for the cavern we came through, but it’s now absent, as if it never even existed. Just another patch of land. A tree. The wind.
There’s no going back. Only going forward.
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