CHAPTER 6 #2
The stretch pushed her over the edge, and her body unraveled in the previously denied orgasm.
She tightened around him, clenched with all her might; her whole body tightened, but Atlas didn’t seem to care as he pounded into her with unforgiving strokes, grunts rising from deep inside him.
Lila screamed again, her vision blurred, and her torturous pleasures echoed wildly between the cavern walls.
Her hard nipples rubbed against the hides on the bed as they bounced to his forceful thrusts, and the cock continued to rearrange her insides; the ridges of his monstrosity tormented her, drove her crazy, and prolonged her release until she was nothing but a wet and trembling mess.
Atlas kept his animalistic pace, kept slamming into her with inhuman stamina.
The sickening sounds of their drenched joining, and flesh slapping hard against flesh, filled the dark, mixed with their grunts and moans and mewls.
The smell of sex permeated the air, filled her nostrils, and clouded her mind.
As soon as she had come down from her release, another one took its place, and Lila was soon aching from her orgasms, her body numbing.
Atlas thrust hard, erratic, and soon, he roared as he seated himself inside of her and stilled.
Lila’s body shook intensely, her muscles taut but weak from the frantic fucking, and then she felt the dull ache grow sharp as her cunt stretched even further.
“Atlas,” she panted weakly and reached for the alien that was attached to her. “Atlas, no… it hurts. Please, stop!”
A rough hand grabbed hold of her neck and forced her down while he roared in her ear.
It wasn’t a roar of pleasure, but a roar of warning, and Lila gasped and surrendered.
The fierce grip around her neck proved that he wasn’t pretending.
He was in control, and he would decide when to stop.
As he stood folded above her, growling, the straining tightness in her grew worse.
It felt like something inside her was swelling, and then she felt the hot jets as he emptied his seed into her.
Lila whined and whimpered as the base of his cock sealed her entrance, plugged her up, and she was stuffed with his thick semen. The tension grew, overflowing her insides and bloating her, and she sweated as the pain rushed over her in waves.
“Please, it hurts,” she sobbed into the furs, meaning both his swelling cock, her overfilled womb, and the clawed hand on her neck and her ass.
He kept emptying himself as if there was no end to it, and she squirmed in pain. When she squirmed too much, he gave her a warning squeeze, digging his claws into her skin, and she stilled.
Suddenly, a strange feeling blanketed the pain.
Lila was floating on air, as if she was being fed liquid lust; her body boiled with desire and arousal, and as he filled her to the brim, she begged for more.
Her mouth fell open, she moaned in delight, and she couldn’t even care less that drool was dripping from her lips as a long and loud stream of moans escaped her.
Her entire body was sore, her cunt was stretched beyond what ought to be possible, and he pumped her full of his alien come—yet, she wanted more.
Maybe he had been going for minutes, or maybe hours—Lila didn’t know.
She lost all sense of time and space because she was filled with Heaven.
She came again, milking his hard cock on the last of his seed before it slowly shrunk inside of her, unsealing the plug, and causing his excessive load to gush out of her with a sickening wet splash.
Lila was a boneless heap when he pulled out and released her, and she fell to the bedding without an ounce of power to move.
His semen flowed out of her in a thick, steady, and slow stream, and her belly felt swollen.
Her whole body tingled, and she sank into nothingness as her mind tried to grasp what had just happened.
She had been fucked by an alien. Savagely.
No, not fucked—destroyed, humiliated, and abused.
Not only that, but she’d also been bred by him.
The cold air of the cave was soothing against her raw cunt, her stretched opening tingled and stung, her nipples felt uncomfortable and chafed, and the skin by her hips burned.
She could hardly breathe, her heart raced inside her chest, and she shuddered violently in the bed.
She was hot and cold at the same time, and her chest kept tightening and relaxing as she both feared for her life and felt carnal satisfaction.
She didn’t even flinch when Atlas crawled on top of her, his face only inches from hers as he grunted deeply.
She had her eyes closed, but she could feel his breath on her face, hot and deep.
It didn’t smell of anything other than him, strong and musky, and the scent made her heart beat just a little bit faster.
“Ell-ah,” he whispered, and it could have been her exhaustion, but she thought he said it with passion.
“Atlas,” she whispered back.
He then rolled to the side, scooping her up in his big arms. He lazily moved his hands over her body—took her nipples between his fingers, kneaded her breasts, flicked her clit—and despite her being only half-conscious, she still realized that he was touching her possessively, as if he owned her.
She was his, and he could touch her in whatever way he saw fit, and for a moment, she didn’t mind.
She had no other choice than to submit to him, anyway.
She let herself be owned, claimed. She pretended that she was the captured one, not he. In a way, she was—but if anything, he was the prisoner.
As her mind slowly cleared from the fog of lust and depravity, she began feeling the embarrassment and shame well up inside of her.
She had been so pathetic, moaning as though she’d never been touched before.
Well, she hadn’t—not by an eight-foot alien—but it was beneath her to sound the way she did.
But she hadn’t been able to control it. The way her body completely surrendered to him was beyond what she could explain. It just knew.
It was a blow to her dignity. Even though she didn’t mind a bit of roughness in bed, this was beyond what any woman should ever have to endure.
If she’d only read the damned contracts—but still, it wouldn’t be legally viable to enslave a person like that.
No, this was human trafficking. To an alien, no less.
She took the job feeling empowered as a woman in a male-dominated field, and then, it turned out that her only purpose was misogynistic and vile.
What made matters worse was that she couldn’t deny that she had enjoyed it.
She had enjoyed being so ruthlessly dominated by a creature who would probably hurt her if she didn’t comply, if not kill her.
The primal fear only fueled the primal desire, and even lying next to the massive extraterrestrial male, she felt heated and flustered despite the ache in her abused body.
He purred next to her. The sound vibrated through her, calming her, and muddling her thoughts. The distress slipped away, and she felt as though she sank into a void of safety.
Her eyelids slowly opened, only slightly, just in time for her to see a faint, blinking red light coming down from the ceiling of the cavern.
She had only a second to understand what she was seeing before a faint whistle whirled through the air, and a sharp pain hit her neck.
Moments later, the void consumed her to the fading sound of Atlas’s mighty roar.