Hungrily, she swallows all of it. All I can think is, “I want to pour into her forever.”
Forever.
In a haze of pleasure, I relax back into the water. "Fuck, human. You have proven to me you're ready," I say.
Saliva and seed drips down her chin. Her eyes are half-closed. She looks ready for another long nap.
"That was incredible, Ax," she says. "I never knew I could feel that way."
"No one has satisfied you before," I say.
"No one, except you."
I drain the water and help her dry off. I roll a towel over her hair, pausing only to look into her hazel eyes. "I'm lucky," I say.
But as I dress her, I feel a deep and heavy emotion wash over me.
I have helped transport thousands of slaves to their respective posts, but my connection with this one is something complex. Most aliens would avoid complicating the breeding process with a human, but she's not just any human. She's my human.
I hold her leash as I walk her back to the empty water reservoir. Once the ladder is firmly in place, I point to the darkness. "Go on."
"Can't I just sleep with you?" she asks.
"Tomorrow we'll go on that walk and watch the sun rise above the mountains,” I say.
I see tears begin to form around the base of her eyes. I hate letting her down, but she must realize that I can't give her everything she wants. Once she is pregnant, she will have to be stronger. I haven't taught her enough.
She steps down one platform and stops. "You promise to take me on that walk?" she asks. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen a sunrise.”
I swipe her chin with my finger and kiss her. Our tongues cling to one another, as if we shouldn't separate tonight.
I ingest her sweet saliva and soak up this image of her. "I promise."
I close the lid shut and sigh. Already, I have sworn to provide her with things I cannot easily provide. Next, she will want to leave.
As I walk back upstairs, I look at the night sky. For once, it isn't lit up by bombs. Finally, a night of peace.
Maybe this will work out.
Or maybe I am hanging on to an impossible dream.
Earth Federation could find her. And if they do, they'll kill me like they killed my family.
Anna
One year ago - Approximately one week before deployment to Base Elysa:
Balancing a tray of drinks, I squint and try to find Clara in the bar. I meander through a crowd of shunned halfling soldiers before I find her sitting in a booth in the corner. Her face glows from the red light above her table, and it seems to have attracted a group of men trying to invade our girl's-night-out.
"Great," I whisper. "Just what we need. Jarheads looking for some pussy."
I nudge against their bulky bodies, inching my way through the booth. "Coming through," I say.
"What's your name, soldier?" One of the men asks.
He's tall with outlandish facial hair. He has tied his goatee with a tight blue thread, and some black and red beads hold it all together. Clara's eyes instantly light up.
Great. Now I have to be her wing-woman for the night.
A friend joins his side. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
I set the beers on the table, give Clara my best bitch face, and I quickly smile for the dumb men. "The name's Anna," I say.
"Julian," he mutters. "This here is Castro and Frank."
I take a sip of my beer before sitting. "Frank?" I ask. "Where you from, Frank?"
"Iowa," he says.
I try to hold it back, but I instantly laugh, spraying beer-foam across the table.
"You've come a long way from Iowa," I say. I scoot into the booth and tap the seat. "Go on. There's room."
"You sure?" Frank asks. "This table doesn't seem too inviting."
"Trust me, bud. I don’t have anything against Iowa. Plus, we weren't talking about anything important," I say.
Clara grabs a beer and leans back against the booth. "Nice one," she whispers.
"You owe me one," I whisper back.
Clara includes the men into the conversation. "We were just talking about the many Kurrek races," she says.
"And their wonderful cultures," I say, meaningfully. “Sex. Violence. Devotion to all things terrible.”
"Well, that's what we were arguing about," she says. "We're deploying at 0800 hours to a jungle called Elysa. Apparently there were hundreds of women found at a facility nearby, so now we have to patrol the area. Can you believe it?"
“Aliens taking their own,” I add. “It’s hard not to judge them for it.”
Julian, the man with the blue-threaded goatee, smirks, but his eyes look hollow. "Are you two new recruits?"
"Military brats," I joke. "I was practically born and raised in the barracks."
I expect the others to react, but when the men stop smiling, I know something is wrong.
"But you haven't deployed, yet. You're basically doing grunt patrol work," he says. "You haven't seen the battlegrounds. Meaning, you have no fucking idea what it's like out there. Yet, here you are, judging what you don’t know. Laying blame on an entire planet. For what?"
Castro puts his hand on his shoulder and grips down. "Come on, soldier. Let's just call it a night."
Clara exhales. “That didn’t take long, did it?” she whispers in my ear.
He waves his arm and pushes him away. "I'm sick of people making light of what we’ve done," he says. "The breeding facilities are abominable."
I can see a glimmer of light in his eye, a look that gives me the sense he has seen too much. He was tense, as if an atom bomb was going off in his mind. An innocence lost, perhaps? Irreparable.
I lean forward. "What did you see?" I ask.
"Facilities on the outer perimeter of every major city. Auction houses for the refugee women. The ones that don't make the cut are forced to work or breed. Depends on what the aliens choose. They're treated like cattle. It's a whole fucking industry," he says.
Frank abruptly walks away. "Fuck this."
It doesn't take long for Castro to follow his lead. I want to stand, but something keeps me listening.
"You saw it too," Julian shouts at them before turning back to us. "The worst part was finding out we were the ones controlling it. The generals… they know about everything. They saw the alien women in cages. They didn't give a shit about what happened to them. As long as they got a cut..."
Clara's bottom lip twitches to the side. "Okay, this was a bad idea. Maybe we've all had enough to drink," she says.
The man nods and stands. "Sure. I'll go," he says. "I’m not drunk. Once you see it, you won't be able to look away. You might be inside it someday, soldier. If that happens, you'll remember this moment."
Clara takes my hand. "I'm calling it a night. Please tell me you're not going to stay and listen to this hog shit."
"I think I should go," I tell him. "Um. Nice meeting you."
Clara pulls my arm. She yanks me away from him.
"Is it real?" I ask.
We walk toward the exit. Clara stares straight ahead. "Wake up, Anna. This is Planet Hell, remember? That's the least of what we'll see."
Present Day...
When I wake up, Ax is with me again. That must mean it is morning. I can smell his rich scent and hear him breathing.
"Another nightmare?" he asks.
"Yeah," I whisper. "Another nightmare."
A memory, this time.
"What was it?" he asks.
I wipe the sweat from my forehead as the light from the top of the water reservoir coaxes me awake. "A memory. Something that happened to me when I got accepted into the Earth Federation. A man warned me about the breeding facilities."
"He warned you about aliens like me," he says. "And now you wish you had listened to his words."
I shake my head. “No. He warned me about my own people, but I’m not sure I believe it.”
“Is it so hard to believe humans have the capacity to be mons
ters?” he asks.
No. That part I understand. I guess I’m realizing I don’t want to be on this planet anymore. Only, there is nowhere to go.
When I start to think about what I really want, my head feels swollen like a balloon that keeps growing larger. It's like I'm rising into the air with no control. The higher I go, the freer I feel, but there remains a strong sense that all of this will... burst.
"This is hard," I say.
"I saved your life," he growls. "I blocked your auction and made sure no other alpha bought you."
"No one, except for you," I say.
"Exactly. Because if I didn't, you'd be licking dirt off someone’s boots," he says.
"But the military—"
"Earth Federation doesn't give a shit about you. You have seen too much for them to accept you back," he says.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
He growls and turns his head. "I am not like the other alphas, and I hope you are nothing like the Earth Federation generals that lead this war effort."
"Okay," I whisper. Clearly, it's a touchy subject.
He stands and lends me his hand. "Come upstairs with me. I promised to take you on that walk."
We climb out of the reservoir. The light on my skin is a true blessing, and the wind is nice, a cool temperature. It's been a while since I have seen sunlight, and it's been even longer since I've watched the sun rise across an empty landscape.
It sounds romantic.
After attaching the leash to my collar, he leads me toward a long and clear path that loops around some jagged rocks. In silence, we climb a set of stones that lead to a vast network of caves. I step inside and realize it's a grotto, just like the kind I used to read about when I was a kid, but there was no water.
"There used to be great pools of water here that carved out the rocks. When the droughts hit, this place remained," he says.
Something is shifting inside of me. Something unknown to me. It’s about him. He’s nice to me. At the very least, he treats me better than some of the male colleagues back at the base.
However, there's still so much I don't know about his life. His upbringing is a mystery to me. "You came here when you were a boy?" I ask.
His frown deepens. "Much later,” he says. “I don’t like to stay in one place. I've moved around a lot.”
We step down where the water used to be. There's a small set of rocks that lead to a fairly large platform that sits on a cliff facing the morning sun. A swath of purple, orange, and pink rays flood into the cavern. It's the most stunning thing I have ever seen.
He lifts me onto the platform before stepping up. We take a seat, and I relax into him.
"I know nothing about this planet," I whisper.
He looks at me quietly. "You were raised in the barracks, sheltered. Life on the outside is different. It's cruel. But this place," he pauses and spreads his arms out. "This place is real, and it's all ours."
"I've lived here for most of my life, and I didn't even know this land existed," I say. "What else am I missing out on?"
"Not much. Your military controls most of the planet, but there are some free cities left. They fight for their survival. It is not the same as it was twenty years ago," he says.
"Someday, I hope we can be free," I say.
He nods, but he is distant and not as happy as I thought he'd be. I lay against his chest and close my eyes, trying to pinpoint what could be wrong. We have everything we could have ever wanted here. Most of all, we have each other. All of this is hard, but we can make it work.
We have to make it work.
All of my worries disappear as we watch the sun rise in front of us. It might not seem much, but to me, it’s everything. We lay for hours together, mostly in silence. Moments like these are rare, so I cherish every second.
When he takes me back, I wonder if he will throw me back into the water reservoir. Somehow, he doesn't.
Instead, he lets me sit by him in his shack while he works on customizing a new set of armor. Next to his tools sits my old radio. It’s one of the last remnants of my old home.
I can't get much out of him. I try just about every trick in the book, finally deciding to get his attention the best way I know how. I pull my top down.
He looks over and sees my breasts hanging from the front of my shirt. He sets down his tools and waves me over. "I'm sorry I've been so quiet today," he says.
I crawl over his lap and place my head above his rippling abdomen. I listen as his heart pounds against his sternum. "I want to help you like you've helped me, Ax, but I can't do that if I don't know what's wrong," I say.
"This process has been difficult for me. I can’t stop questioning myself. I wonder if what I'm doing is right," he says. “Your life has changed, yes. But mine has, too. We are both without anchor in a sea of unknown dangers.”
"It's not wrong. We aren't wrong," I say.
"For weeks, I have remained celibate. It is unlike me to wait. I've watched you grow. I've watched you become your true self. I just want to know this is forever," he says.
"Look at us. We are together." I smile and wonder how that could be a bad thing.
"Yes. In this moment, we are together," he says. "But I'll be forced to give you up someday."
"Ax, you worry too much. They won't find us here. Your shack is tucked far away into the mountains," I say.
"There's one thing I know. You can't outrun Earth Federation, and you definitely can't hide from the Syndicate," he says. "Both sides hunt for us. What is worse, you are ovulating. I can't think straight."
My heart drops. I've spent weeks thinking about this. Weeks alone, going over what my new life might look like. This talk feels like he's giving up, and I worry he will throw me away, back into the arms of the Syndicate.
I never want to see those facilities again.
"I don't want to wait to love you," I say. "We will find a way to be together. They can't hold us back."
"There is no escape. Earth Federation will be surveilling the sky. The Syndicate will take the ground. Either that, or a bounty hunter will get to us."
"So we will stay here for a while. We'll ride things out," I say.
“Ride things out?” he asks.
He huffs, but I place my hand around his cock, and he stops fussing. I have been around him for some time. I know how to get him to stop worrying.
I place my lips near his ear and slide down his pants. I stroke his fat cock. "I can sense that the stress is hurting you. Let me ride things out for you," I say.
I straddle his lap and slide my panties into view. He rolls my panty line to the side and grins. "It's been a while since I opened you up," he says. "Think you'll be able to fit me?"
A bottle of lube sits on the counter. I grab it and pour a few drops over my lips. "I'm ready for you to mate and breed me, sir,” I say.
I say it, but I can see how big he is. My desire comes with great worry.
I’m stroke the bulging head of his thick cock as it shines with his pre-cum. I roll the liquid around his long shaft and curl my palm tightly around him for his pleasure. With rounded motions, I milk him.
Tilting his head back, he moans and stutters. "You're good at this.”
"I just want our first time to be perfect," I say.
He tears my panties in half. I sit on his fingers as I stroke him. He can't take his eyes off of me, and I am transfixed by him. My throat is so tight, I barely let out a sound when our lips finally connect.
He points to his mattress. "Get on your back and open your legs," he says. "I want you nice and ready for this cock."
We are closer than ever. His cock is hot and hard for me. My stomach churns with both terror and excitement. I want him so bad that I do what I'm told.
I spread my legs, holding them in the air for him. He places my ankles over his shoulders, taking control. He pulls me closer to him, pinning himself over me.
His cock rests on my belly. I start to shiver. "As hard as it must have been for you t
o leave your home, you have been very obedient," he whispers.
"It's just us now," I moan. "And I want to please you."
He leans back and feels how wet I am. He groans with approval. "Then I will give you everything."
I reach down and feel how hard he is. I take a few deep breaths to calm my body for what’s about to come.
This will not be easy, I think. But I wish to do it right. I want to please him like no other woman has before. He has been waiting for so long. He has been a patient beast.
"Close your eyes. It will be easier," he says.
I shake my head wildly. "I want to watch," I say.
I'm terrified. Every muscle in my body is stretched tight. My throat closes with anticipation.
Mounting, he finds his balance and strength. I hold my breath and stare at each ripple of muscle; each faded tattoo line and battle scar. This alien will take care of me. He can do right by a child and me.
"Fuck," I grunt.
He thrusts lightly, sliding his crown inside me. A wild grin forms on his face, but I have the opposite expression. My jaw has completely dropped. The pain is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
"Still want to watch?" he moans.
Though my pussy feels like it's splitting in half, I'm so horny I force my legs wider. "Just fuck me, alien," I say.
It takes some nurturing; a deep kiss helps me focus on my emotions. I never thought I'd fuck a Kurrek alien. It's still hard to believe. My excitement opens me. My pussy molds to him, spilling my desire around his shaft.
The harder he pushes, the faster his cock stretches me. It is exquisite pain. He coils his arms around my chest, squeezing the air out of me, constricting me, but it feels good.
Control is something I relinquished long ago. His hand fits firmly around my neck, and I beg him, "Choke me. Take me. I'm yours."
He drops down and thrusts deep. "Mmm, little cunt wants the big bad wolf?"
I feel his hand clamp around my neck. "Yes, sir," I moan.
"You're going to be good for the big bad wolf?" he asks.
"Yes, sir," I say.
He fucks me harder. "You're going to cum when the big bad wolf asks?"
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