Feral: A Dark Sci-Fi Romance

by Sara Fields

  I wanted him to give me it all.

  He descended to my clit then, his wet tongue swirling around my center and I would have sworn I saw only white glittering pleasure. My hips tried to buck once again, but he held me firmly in my place and I adored him for it.

  Desire exploded through me, taking ahold of every single one of my senses and consuming me with it. I felt my pleasure rise and fall with the movements of his tongue. He suckled and caressed my pussy with his lips, worshipping it with every breath. Soon, I was too frantic with my need that I began begging and pleading for him to allow me release, for him to grant me a small mercy and allow my ecstasy to wash over me.

  My hands drifted down, working their way through his dark messy hair. My fingers curled into his scalp, holding on as he licked me and ravaged my clit.

  I moaned. I ached, until finally I felt my orgasm building in the wings.

  I closed my eyes and focused on my pleasure. I was so close. Just another few seconds and my release would crash over me.

  And then the wetness of his mouth was gone.

  I whined and opened my eyes, only to see him smirking down at me with sheer enjoyment.

  His thumbs brushed over my hipbones, reminding me that I couldn’t guide my pussy back into his mouth because his strength held me in my place.

  “Please. I need it,” I pleaded.

  My core throbbed painfully, and he lifted me up off the rock. Sitting back, he guided me straight onto his cock in a matter of seconds. I cried out at its size, the stretching sensation renewing the ache from the night before, but I didn’t care. I wanted it. Every last fucking inch of his cock. All of it.

  As wet as I was, he slid inside me with ease. I spread my fingers over the back of his head, arching back as his length filled me completely and I screamed with desire.

  This was exactly what I needed.

  He bounced me up and down, spearing me deep with his dick until I thought I couldn’t take it anymore and then, the familiar feeling of the suctioned arm settled back over my clit. The feathery tendrils tickled me and the mountain of pleasure threatening to break free suddenly exploded over me.

  White-hot ecstasy threatened to take me completely. My heart pounded, my skin tingled, and it was everything I could do to hold onto him as he fucked me. Just like before, he was rough and took me hard, but I loved every second of it.

  And then he purred. Low and visceral and my entire body tightened with passionate desire, even stronger than before and I came once again.

  My pussy clenched tightly, milking his cock for everything it was worth and I moaned with pleasure. My sounds were quiet at first, until he began twisting his hips just a little and the head of his cock dragged against a sweet spot deep inside me.

  His hands slid up and down my waist, holding me steady as I rode him, and I leaned into him. My breasts pressed against the hardness of his chest and I placed my cheek into his shoulder, moaning and screaming with my release.

  The suction on my clit grew even stronger and my body hurtled into a third, stronger orgasm, my toes curling painfully hard. My skin buzzed with the fiery pleasure and my eyes rolled back in my head.

  His fingers dug into my skin and he growled low in his throat and I felt his cock begin to throb. He stilled then, pressing his shaft fully inside me and my breath caught in my throat. Soft, feathery tendrils anchored his cock deep inside my pussy and I moaned, feeling him settle for one long moment. The physical attachment between us was like a drug and I just wanted more of it. I’d never experienced anything like it before him and for some insane reason, I needed more of it.

  Impossibly big. Impossibly savage and in that single moment, entirely mine to enjoy.

  His cum spurted inside me and I came again, the suction portion of his cock ravaging my clit and I was thankful he held me close.

  He roared and I screamed, our sounds animalistic in nature and still, I couldn’t get enough. His seed kept coming and I vaguely wondered how much of it I could take.

  My fingers dug into his scalp, dragging down onto his back, my nails probably leaving lines of red in their wake, but I didn’t care. His own palms descended to cup my ass, squeezing the sore, punished skin. I whimpered, and hugged myself closer to him, as another surge of his seed coated my pussy again and again.

  I lost count of how many times I came, but it didn’t really matter.

  I loved every second and I would do it again, every single time.

  When my pleasure finally began to fade, his cock gradually returned to normal, no longer anchored inside me as it once was. He slowly pulled out from my entrance and I moaned, feeling his seed drip down my thighs, marking me as his.

  The feeling of it was glorious.

  Chapter Five

  Cosima

  Together, Axel and I lay on the warm stone, the water lapping up against the ledge not far from us. We’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms, two total strangers, yet it felt like I’d known him all my life. I tried not to move and wake him, but his fingers began to softly rub up and down my arm. Neither of us was sleeping for much longer.

  I rolled onto my back and turned my head toward him. He was watching me intently, completely focused on me.

  His skin was a normal color now. His eyes still smoldered, like glowing embers as he watched me look at him. He stared at me like he understood me.

  I reached for him, trailing my finger along his cheekbone, down the firm line of his jaw. Soft, humanlike, but still somehow alien. Smooth, hairless, and yet still so strong.

  My finger slid down his chest and then to his stomach, where yesterday, he’d been marred by Saleos’ claws. Today, it was untarnished, not even the faintest hint of a scar where yesterday it had been a bloody mess. It was a strange sight to see. It reminded me that he wasn’t human. He was a genetically engineered alien and I had to remember that.

  “You’ve healed,” I wondered out loud, tracing along where his wounds would have been.

  “We have extraordinarily fast healing abilities. Our pain sensors are also exceptionally dulled. I’d hardly felt a thing when Saleos and I fought yesterday and today, nothing. Completely healed. We’ve been designed so that even if we’re wounded in battle, we can carry on as though everything was normal. It was a very important part of our experimental design,” he answered.

  I wanted to know more about him. What he’d been through. What he thought of what happened here and at that moment, my curiosity piqued.

  “Is it okay if I ask you about a few things, about your life?” I ventured, still unsure of what my role with him was yet.

  He smiled warmly and brushed a stray hair off my forehead, his warm touch causing my breath to catch in my throat.

  “Ask me anything,” he answered, his voice smooth and comforting at the same time.

  “Have they kept you here long? In a cage? Have they been testing you constantly? As part of endless science experiments?” I asked, unable to quell my curiosity. It seemed he could read me like a book and I realized I knew very little about him. I wanted to remedy that. I wanted to understand him.

  He shook his head gently.

  “I’ve haven’t been kept in a cage for some time. When I was young, before I’d grown into adolescence and into my abilities, I was. The scientists in charge of me wanted to be safe and tested me endlessly before giving me much freedom, but even with that allowance, it came with a certain expectation that I submit to whatever they asked for,” he began.

  I rolled toward him, propping my head up on my elbows.

  “They collected samples from me endlessly. Blood through a diamond-tipped needle that would pierce my bulletproof skin, saliva, semen, spinal fluid. You name it, they took it. They tested different gases on me, shot me with various weapons and artillery, tested my skin against flame. Occasionally, the results were horrific, but with the advent of the mutations that gave me bulletproof skin, the effects had lessened. They had wanted to clone my exact makeup too, and they would have if Saleos hadn’t be
come the problem he is today,” he explained.

  “Who is Saleos in relation to you?” I questioned.

  “He’s my younger brother. Developed from the same test tube batch as I was, but with one critical difference in the way his body handles our elevated hormone levels. A single gain of function mutation, forcing his cellular pathways on overdrive. They hadn’t known the implications of that anomaly and allowed him to grow to adulthood. They shouldn’t have,” Axel said, looking away from me for a moment.

  “He was a monster,” I echoed, remembering the wild look on his face, the salacious evil grin when he’d seen me and tore my clothes from my body. I shivered just thinking about it.

  “He is. When his epinephrine levels rise, he’s uncontrollable. He’s rabid, angry, and murderous and nothing will stop him,” Axel whispered.

  “What makes him so angry?” I asked.

  “Saleos was different than me. While I passed the scientists’ tests, gaining access to more and more freedoms as I grew older, Saleos was the opposite. He spent longer and longer in his cell, contained and a prisoner for much of his life. He saw me and grew jealous. His fury toward the humans only amplified with time. The doctor in charge of his care was adamant about keeping the project going, about not terminating Saleos in hopes of achieving greatness, that he was one genetic mutation away from his very own Nobel Prize. The old fool had been blind. That doctor should have killed Saleos when he was a child,” Axel said softly.

  “Saleos isn’t behind bars anymore,” I replied, stating the obvious.

  “I know. Everything changed when Saleos broke out of his cell, some three weeks ago. He forced a stolen knife into the door track, ensuring it didn’t close completely. He’d snuck out in the dead of night and killed everyone who’d been in the building at the time, including the doctor in charge of him who’d been sleeping in his apartment nearby. Given his first taste of blood, he’s been out on his own ever since. Last night, he killed the last outpost of human soldiers left. You’re the last human survivor in Echelon 67 right now,” he whispered, the sadness in his tone heartbreaking.

  He paused for a long time. I didn’t say anything at all, feeling the gravity of his words.

  The last human in the area. I swallowed and lifted my eyes to meet his.

  “All the scientists that created you are gone?”

  “Every single one,” he murmured.

  Even though I wasn’t that close with my parents, they were still there for me. Axel had no one, not even his creators. No family. No one. Every last one of them was gone.

  Somewhere deep inside, I yearned to be his family too, but I pushed that wayward thought as far away as I possibly could.

  We didn’t say anything more for a while, until he splayed a hand on my belly.

  “I haven’t seen your face here before. Where did you come from and how did you get here?” he questioned, his tone expecting immediate obedience. My tummy quivered a bit at its power.

  I explained my story to him, how I’d decided to become a scientific journalist. My path in life wasn’t typical by any means and my parents weren’t particularly pleased in what they called, ‘my midlife crisis career change.’ All my life, I’d been an all-star student, straight A’s and all that nonsense. I’d gone to graduate school and gotten my PhD in molecular biology and immediately upon graduation, switched careers. Instead of operating my own lab and teaching classes to bleary-eyed undergraduate students for the rest of my life, I became a freelance journalist who specialized in scientific stories. My work had been featured in newspapers around the world.

  He listened to every word, quietly, just letting me ramble on and he didn’t look bored for even a second. When I had finally finished, he nodded.

  “You’ll stay here in the cave until I can take care of Saleos. It’s not safe for you out there,” he commanded.

  “Isn’t anyone else coming? Any other armies to vanquish him?” I asked.

  He met my eyes and shook his head.

  “They already have. There’s no one else coming,” he replied. “I’m the only one that can keep you safe from him now, until I can get you very far away,” he replied.

  For a long time, he was quiet, and I left him to his thoughts while I explored mine.

  I’d known a lot about Echelon 67 before I had come here, but now I felt like my knowledge had been outpaced by a long shot. Before I’d come here, there were a quite a few things I was able to find out on my own. I knew the area used an incredible amount of energy, be it solar, electric, wind, or hydrogen proton technology. I also knew that zero publicly accessible satellites gathered any information about the landscape or anything even remotely close to the area. I hadn’t even been able to find anything on the dark web about it.

  One of my many connections had contacted me a week prior to my trip here and had invited me to examine a human corpse that had been found and collected near the border of Echelon 67.

  Initially, I had thought it was a modified human male, but when I ran the genetic material through an Illumina HiSeq 12000, I’d been alarmed at what I found. Instead of twenty-three chromosomes like a normal human, there were fifty-two, as well as a number of chromosomes that kind of resembled a Y chromosome. The shape of them was slightly more robust and there were several of them, unlike a normal human male, which only has one. I also found an unknown genetic component that was similar in structure to adenine and guanine, constituents of normal human DNA.

  That component wasn’t human. It had taken me a long time to accept that. The dead body wasn’t human. He was an alien, or, at the very least, a freak of nature created by science. Axel and Saleos were beings very much like that corpse I had examined, but now, I knew so much more.

  Axel stood up then and lifted me from the ground and I curled into his chest, still reeling from the pleasure he’d bestowed on me. My arms circled around his neck and I pressed my cheek against his warm skin.

  We journeyed back to the fire together. He put me down and I explored around the cavern. I found a swath of cream-colored cloth, likely an abandoned sheet for a twin bed in his things and twisted it around my body, covering me like a wrap dress. He raised his eyebrows when he saw me put it on, but he didn’t fight it.

  It was soft and smelled of the outdoors. It was strangely comforting.

  I found another blanket, put it over top of a rock next to the fire, and sat down. Axel was stoking the fire beside me and I simply watched him for a while.

  He pulled another bottle of water out of a bag he had nearby, handed it to me, and I drank some of it down. It wasn’t very cold, but it was still refreshing anyway.

  I wondered what time it was, if it was dark outside or if anyone was even looking for me. I brushed my hands against my wrist and remembered my comm device. I moved my fingers over it, and it blinked once, then twice and didn’t turn back on again.

  It had said it was close to dinnertime and my stomach growled.

  He grinned and picked up the bag of food, handing it to me.

  “There’s more meats and cheese inside. There’s some wine too,” he explained, and I grinned with excitement. I took it from him and dug in. I found a variety of salamis, hams, and a range of cheeses from cheddar to brie. I licked my lips, looking forward to the meal he had procured.

  Next, I pulled out a bottle of red wine. I spun it in my hands to read the label, realizing it was a cabernet sauvignon from Italy, aged for a solid ten years. I grinned, knowing this particular bottle was worth a lot in today’s market. It had a cork though, and I didn’t see any way to open it. I pouted a little before Axel must have noticed. He smirked at me and I couldn’t help but stick out my tongue in response. He chuckled softly.

  He extended an arm and I handed it to him. He took it and cracked the knuckles on his other hand. Slowly, the nail on his forefinger began to extend, until it was a long, curling talon. Using his newly acquired claw, he stuck it into the cork, twisting the bottle with his other hand. In no time at all, the cork was fre
e of the bottle. Handing it to me, he grinned.

  “Thank you,” I said, and he nodded curtly.

  “Do you eat?” I asked then, before pressing a piece of cheese in between my lips. Sharp flavors burst over my tongue and I moaned softly, before washing it down with a swig of wine. I felt positively like a cavewoman at that moment, eating and drinking in front of a campfire, but I didn’t really care. In fact, I was enjoying myself.

  “I do at times, but it’s not a necessary activity. My body can provide its own food for energy, in order to keep me strong no matter the circumstances,” he answered quietly. I chewed my lip, processing the information, before taking another bite.

  I ate and drank my fill, feeling the welcome buzz beneath my skin.

  Axel and I chatted deep into the night and the more I got to know him, the more I liked him. He was a man who’d lived a challenging life and not one of his choosing, but he was highly intelligent and strong because of it.

  Some things he told me made me feel sorrow for him, other things happiness. The entire time, he kept a strong positive view of his life and I positively adored him for it. I didn’t know if I could have been the same.

  He’d been trained to be the ultimate soldier, but he was more than that. He was both alien and human, and despite his slightly modified traits, he felt just like a man to me. My body was calling for him to touch me again, but he didn’t. He knew he could take me if he wanted and I knew it as well, but he had all the control.

  Alien. Beast. Human.

  He was all three in one.

  And right now, he was mine.

  That night, we slept together on the mattress, his chest to my back and I’d never felt so safe in my life. I could feel my heart warming toward him, despite the absurdity of it. I didn’t know if we had any chance for anything more or even some semblance of a future together, but I didn’t think about it. For now, I just enjoyed his company and he enjoyed mine.

  Over the next few days, we fell into a routine. He would leave the cave and gather food and water for me and I would spend time in the hot springs and tending the fire. He taught me a few pointers since I hadn’t been around fire much in my life and now I felt like a pro. Every once in a while, I’d add another log to the flames and watch the embers drift up above me, hypnotized by its beauty.