Tears ruin her pretty face. "I know right from wrong. You’re the bad guy here. Not me."
I shake my head and lead her back to the bed. There's so much she doesn't know about her people. I’m only being careful.
The Earth Federation exterminated everyone I loved. My family. My brother.
Maybe she doesn't know. Maybe she justifies it. It happened before her time. Still, it is a brand she defends as her own.
If she realized the truth, she would understand who I am. Maybe she'd have some empathy, but the knowledge could also break her.
We are all victims of our reality, but our reality sometimes distorts, becoming a nightmare. Sometimes, we have no control over what we see and experience.
The events that made me who I am broke me. I'm never getting those moments back again.
I only have her.
I set aside the past and occupy myself with cleaning her room. In silence, I make things right by tidying her world as best I can. When I'm done, I blow out the candles.
Simple as that.
No matter how much she screams and bucks. No matter how hard she tries to claim an upper-hand. She can't distort the truth any longer.
She's not leaving me. She's mine. Forever.
Two weeks later...
Anna is handling her treatment well.
She has stopped fighting me and accepted that the drugs are healing, not hurting her. I am not her torturer. I am the only one on this planet that wants to see her get better.
To celebrate, I've decided that it’s time to let her upstairs. It's the first time she has been out of the hole, and I'm hoping she stays obedient.
I push her inside and sit her at the dinner table. The interior of my shack is a wreck. It's full of old tech I've modified over the years.
Loose wires, microchips, and various tools lay in piles on the floor. Every so often, a piece of machinery lights up or makes an odd noise. It's not great a place to drag a mate to, but these are special circumstances.
I twist a silver key into the gold locket that clamps through her collar. Three clicks to get the collar off. "You don't need to wear this anymore," I say. "You're healing faster than expected. You’ve been a good girl."
Her tone has changed. The way she looks at me has, as well. She doesn’t exactly trust me, but she doesn’t fight me much anymore. She’s… playful.
She looks at it and bites the inside of her lip. "I was beginning to like wearing it."
I pause. Is she messing with me?
"You've come to terms with your stay?" I ask.
She leans forward in her chair. "You have treated me better than the other aliens would have. You were right. I understand now, and I’m feeling much healthier," she says.
I’m waiting for the hidden clause. "But?"
"It's simply an observation. I'm not sure how to feel, other than that my room is impractical," she says.
"Your room is cramped," I admit.
"Maybe someday I can move in up here?" she asks.
I lean over her shoulders and kiss the top of her head, breathing in her scent. It takes all of my energy to hold myself back. I want to fuck her.
"Yeah. Maybe," I say.
Looking as though she is lost in contemplation, she glances around the room before speaking.
"Are you going to send me back to the base near Elysa?" she asks.
I hand her a plastic spork and ignore her question. "How are you supposed to address me?" I ask.
"Sir," she says.
She places her hand on mine, leaning forward. It's a daring move, but it elevates my mood, causing my cock to shift and come to life inside my pants. "Yes?"
"Am I going home?" she asks.
Home.
I place two glasses on the table and pour some red wine. The bottle is rare in these regions. I hand her a glass and eye her thoroughly.
She's been through a lot and will certainly go through much more because of me. I'm not sure how to approach this without telling her that we are wanted for treason. Everyone wants us dead.
She can’t go back. There is no home. Not anymore.
"Do you want to go home?" I ask.
"I think about it often, but it's not that simple," she says. "There are people I'd like to see, but I'm not sure I could ever live there again. It just wouldn't feel the same."
"If I took you back, they'd throw me in prison. You'd never see me again," I say.
"Worse," she says. "They'd put you on trial for treason."
So, she’s aware of the stakes...
I nod. "We'd both face a world of trouble. I don't know about you, but I don't think it's a risk worth taking," I say.
“Okay,” she whispers. “You’re right, sir.”
By now, she should understand. This is her home. Me. I have sacrificed everything to keep her safe. Without me, she'd be dead. We are in this together.
She looks down at her food in silence. The truth hurts, but there's no twisting it. We are fugitives, left to fend for ourselves.
I kiss her forehead and motion for her to eat. At first, she slowly nibbles the edge of her steak. Carefully, she swallows. A few seconds passes, and her eyes light up. It only takes a minute for her to devour the entire plate.
"Delicious," she says.
"You're getting strong again," I say.
She nods. Closing her lips, she smiles and swallows her food. I was afraid she'd never smile again. "If you keep feeding me like this, I'll be a very happy girl," she says.
"If you behave, I'll feed you better. And—" I pause and build her anticipation. "We can watch the sunrise from my favorite spot."
She looks over at her leash and collar. "Will you lead me, sir?"
"Is that what you want?" I ask.
"I trust you,” she says.
I grab her collar. “I don’t see why not.”
Her smile grows bigger, as if there are a million new opportunities opening up for her. It breaks my heart. “I think I’d like to see the area. It's been ages since I left the jungle," she says.
She doesn't know how beautiful she is. That's the problem. I didn't think I'd ever get this lucky, and I sure as hell didn't expect this to happen with a human.
The consequences of mating an EF soldier weigh on me, but the much-needed caution can't compete with how good this feels. We are finally enjoying our time together.
I wipe some spice from her lips. "You've been good. It makes me want to bring you out more often," I say.
"I've tried so hard," she says. "I've even adjusted to the room. It has been weeks, hasn't it?"
Has she been counting? If so, how? I haven't seen any notches in the wall.
"Yes," I say. "And it has been days since you've had a bath. You need to wash up before bed."
She waits for me to stand. When I do, she removes herself from the chair and kneels in front of me. "Will you do it?" she asks.
Placing my finger underneath her jaw, I feel how soft her skin is. I force her to look at me. "You want me to bathe you this time?"
Normally, I watch to see how long I can last.
"I think you'd be much better at it," she says. "I'm very dirty."
"We'll see," I say.
I stand and pick her up, leading her to the bathroom. I run the hot water, making sure it's the perfect temperature for her body. I spread a special blend of flowers and herbs across the water, and I stand.
"What is that?" she asks.
"Flowers, mostly. Picked them myself. They go well with your scent."
The feminine smell spreads throughout the room. My cock grows as she balances against her heels, acting so delicate for me. I want to please her.
"It smells wonderful," she says.
Her head fits so perfectly inside my palm. My hand is bigger than her cheek. "And so do you."
Every time she smiles, a rush of euphoria encapsulates me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. There is always the possibility this might not last forever, but right now, this feels like everything. If
her squad picked up her location, these memories would be all I have before they’d kill me.
I stop the water. Wading my hand through the clear surface, I let her know that it's time.
"Undress me," she says. "I'm ready to be clean."
From behind, I roll up her undershirt. She ducks her head out of the collar and pushes out of the fabric.
"Take off my sweatpants," she says.
Arching her back, she leans against the porcelain tub. She's wearing an official pair of Earth Federation sweatpants with the logo and everything. I picked them up near the base, years ago. I wonder what the generals would think if they saw their pride and joy bend over for me.
I reach inside the waistband and roll the pants delicately over the hump of her ass. With anticipation, I slide them past her thighs, sniffing the air near her remarkably thick and rolling lips. Her hole is tight, too tight to fit my thick alien cock.
I love a challenge.
I spank her, and she squeals. I smooth the handprint out and grin.
"More," she whispers.
I grip the back of her sweatpants and spank her again, growling loudly.
Does she know how wet she is?
"Step inside the bath. I want to watch," I say. I hand her a sponge and some soap.
“Like this?” she asks.
As she soaps her soft and supple body, I sit against the wall and tease myself. I try to see how long I can watch until I need to explode.
I like watching.
She lowers her body into the hot water and moans. The soap drifts around her, hugging her plump breasts. Her pussy dips down and disappears out of view, but as she leans back and floats, she presses her belly against the edge of the water.
She drags the sponge from her breasts down to her navel. Slowly, she submerges it. She brings it back out and lets the liquid drip onto her beautiful tits.
"How does it feel?" I ask her.
She stares at the ceiling, grunts, and exhales. "Do you want to know what I really think?"
I stand and walk toward the tub. "I do."
She looks down at the center of my pants. Her hand rises from the water, landing near the top of my thigh. I can feel her tremble softly like a bird. I can see her pulse race.
She knows exactly how to make an alien go crazy.
Heat resonates from my cock. The energy inside me rises, taking over my basic faculties. I'm burning with desire for this slut, and the more she touches me, the more I justify taking her before she has fully healed.
"I think it's unfair to make me bathe in front of you when you force yourself to sit with your clothes on," she says. "It's a very human way to act."
I grind my hips closer. "What about this? Is this human?"
I take off my shirt, revealing my tattoos and the heavy scarification on my back. At first, I think she might recoil in horror. Instead, she leans against the edge of the bath and touches the outlines.
She traces the threads of pain delicately.
"Far from it," she says. "Were you from a warrior tribe?"
I shake my head. "No. We believed in fertility. Alphas – we fucked and bred our women. We made them happy. The humans always hated that about us,” I say. "We were docile before the invasion, but there were events that changed us into killers.”
I unhook the button from my pants. Slowly, I step out of my clothing. My cock rises toward her gentle mouth. She opens, but I pause.
"What's wrong?" she asks.
I'm getting ahead of myself. I can't skip the steps that will help her integrate into my life. Our bond is about more than pleasure. It is a sacred act. I want it to be perfect.
"You aren't ready," I say.
I’ve jumped into this too fast. I can't trust her to stay and remain obedient. Not one hundred percent.
"Get in here with me. Please," she says, wading back.
The tub is hardly big, so when I step inside, she's forced to sit on my lap. She's so fucking small, and her skin is shiny and beautiful. I hoist her up, and she can barely fit her legs around my waist.
"Let's see that pussy," I say.
She arches her pelvis forward, and a tuft of pubic hair rises from the water. "I'm embarrassed. I wish I could have shaved it for you," she says.
I slide my fingers through the mound of hair. "I like you like this. One hundred percent natural."
I tug her pubic hair.
"You do?"
"I don't want an infant. I want a grown woman," I say.
I take the soap and drizzle it like honey over her pussy lips, smoothing it out with my palm until it turns into rich suds.
"You're learning to shed your old customs," I say. "It will allow you to blossom into your true self."
Her clit is hard and warm to the touch.
Mmm. Heated for me.
A hurried breath escapes her lips. "Feel it," she says.
I roll my thumb over her brittle bead of pleasure. I slide back her hood and tease her gently. I lower my palm down and spread her lips. "You're near ovulation," I say. "I can smell you."
"You know my body," she says.
"My body has adapted to your needs," I say. "I can't help but react to your changes."
She leans over me, palms propped against my chest. Her wet hair hangs over my head. "Were we made for each other?" she asks.
I'm not here for storybook fantasies. It's my biology to take and make mine. Whatever I want. Whoever I want. Yet, my need for her is on another level entirely.
I need to be careful. She wants this now, but I’m not confident she has thought this through. Integration takes years. She could rebel and ruin what we’ve started to make strong.
Our connection is important. It is what the Earth Federation has feared since invasion: Interspecies breeding.
Our bond remains strong despite our different backgrounds. Anna must reject her old customs. She must give every inch of her body to me. To mate, to breed, to seed. It’s our only way to freedom.
"Yes. We were made for each other," I say.
She relaxes into me.
She drops her forehead against mine and hugs me. She rolls her hips back and grinds her pussy against my abdomen. I slide in a finger and gently massage her.
"Thank you," she moans.
"For what?" I ask.
"For saving me," she says.
I slide another finger inside her. She's tight. Still too tight for my cock to fit.
"Fuck me," she coos. "That's what you want, right? I want to give that to you."
I prop my cock against the inside of her thigh, bulging and ready to burst with rich seed.
"You still need to be conditioned. Your pussy is too tight," I say. “Plus, you’re sick. I don’t want your fever to come back.”
"Please," she begs, mouth hung in disappointment.
I slide a third finger in, but it barely fits.
I shake my head and quickly suck in a breath. "I like it when you beg."
"You are torturing me," she says.
"Let me teach your body," I whisper.
She drops back. Her legs spread open for me; heels placed firmly against the edges of the tub. "I know my body," she says.
"That might be true. But an alpha is born with an innate sexual sense," I say. "Just tilt your head back and close your eyes."
She follows my instructions and lets her body drift in the water. Propping her legs around my shoulders, I tease her lips with the tip of my tongue.
Her legs shake, and she lets out a quiet laugh, but it's caught short as soon as my mouth latches onto her clit. Tongue sliding down, licking and sicking up the soft and succulent flesh, making sure I don't give too much but just enough for her clit to buzz.
I was born to do two things, fuck and kill. What human men have spent thousands of years failing at, I succeed. I make her wet because I am alpha.
She opens for me, dripping sweet tasting nectar.
I tease her soft sponge and rotate my tongue. She moans and sucks in a quick breath. She can hardly s
peak. "This is... this is... oh fuck."
I spread her open more, sliding in a fourth finger. My hand scoops her open. Since her eyes are closed, I'm not sure that she's aware of how much of my hand is inside her.
I pause to ensure she is receptive.
"More?" I ask.
A wave of energy shakes her body, and she twitches pleasingly. "M-M-More."
My lips fall against her ear. "Such a good girl," I whisper.
Leaning forward, I arch my wrist. I slide my mouth around her clit and work her into a frenzy. She doesn't know it, but her pussy is gaping around my fist.
I have her in the palm of my hand. Not quite literally, but close enough.
Her stomach spasms.
She howls in pleasure, a sound that kicks my primal instincts into overdrive. I force my fist in and out of her sweet pussy, watching as her hole grows for me.
I can't believe my eyes.
Her orgasm guides her back against the tub. Every nerve tenses, and her eyes finally fling open. "I... love... this," she chatters.
"Look down," I command.
Her pussy wraps over each finger. I keep tapping against her spot. Her sweet honey pours down my wrist and floods into the hot water.
Her jaw flings open. "Oh, God. I'm... coming!"
I slide my hand out and stand over her. She swings her legs and places her hand around the porcelain edges to settle. From above, she looks like a fish out of water.
My cock is throbbing the entire time. For hours, I have held myself back from exploding, but I can't take it anymore. I need her.
"Suck my fucking cock," I say.
She opens her mouth wide and rolls out her tongue. "Here, I am."
I fuck her face. I use her mouth. Her jaw is slack as her body still shivers from orgasm.
Her mouth feels warm as I slide in against the bed of her tongue. Holding deep in her throat, I kiss the top of her head. The pressure builds inside my balls until there's nothing left to feel but pleasure itself.
I spray.
"Don't stop. Swallow it all," I grunt.
She keeps her throat open for me.
"Swallow. Every. Drop," I command.
Ropes of cum shoot down her throat. The image of her covered in milky excess is the last straw. The pleasure takes over, and I am erratic with a delight I’ve never felt before.
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