CHAPTER 9
THE NEED
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“Please, Atlas!” she pleaded as he dragged her into the lobby, but he showed very little mercy.
He pushed her down on a padded bench, roughly and unceremoniously. He tinkered with the metal around his arm, and after a few short seconds, a strange sound shot out from the vambrace, and the lights went out together with the alarm.
The world stilled for a short moment, in darkness and silence, before the backup generators kicked in and some of the lights came on again.
That was when she saw the massive cock sticking out from under the alien’s loincloth, already at half-mast and growing fast. Lila swallowed and felt her cheeks heat at the sight of it.
With a low rumble, he grabbed her hair again and guided her head to his manhood, his grip demanding, and his eyes determined.
She had to catch herself against his thick thighs lest she face-planted his stiffening monstrosity.
She didn’t need the metal plate behind her ear to understand what he wanted her to do; at first, she wanted to resist, but the hand in her hair was a warning for what might follow if she did.
Swallowing, she carefully wrapped her hands around the heavy cock and began caressing him with long strokes.
Her hands were trembling, and her tears were still falling, but he was grunting in loud satisfaction.
She hadn’t touched it before, hadn’t felt the velvety quality of it; it was so different from his thick hide. The skin was soft and glided smoothly over his iron core. She was mesmerized by it, enthralled.
It thickened in her hands, swelling to an even more intimidating size, and Lila wondered how she had ever been able to fit that inside of her. But she remembered the pain—and the terrifying, mind-warping pleasure.
She moved her hands along the ridges, down to the root and his heavy scrotum; at the base, she could feel a shift beneath the skin, like a large knot enveloping the circumference, and she realized that was probably what swelled inside of her.
Many mammals on Earth had the same kind of anatomy—if she wasn’t in the situation that she was, she might have been fascinated, but the memory of that thing growing inside of her made her shiver and ache, in an oddly good way.
She caressed him back up to his bulbous tip.
The skin of it was even softer, the flesh of it springy.
Precum leaked from it, sticky and wet, and the musky smell that arose from him should make her queasy—but it didn’t.
If anything, she felt her mouth water at the sight of the slightly shimmering shininess atop the purple skin of his tip.
She didn’t even realize he had begun purring and clicking when she leaned forward and extended her tongue.
She gave the tip a lick, felt the salty yet unoffensive juices spread on her tongue, and a flood of desire swept over her. She swirled her tongue around his soft tip, wrapped her lips around it, and sucked the deliciousness from its source.
Atlas let out a vibrating moan and tightened his hold of her hair.
She whimpered in pain, and his movement forced her head further down on his cock.
It was far too big for her mouth, and it pressed against the roof of her mouth and pushed down her tongue, threatening her gag reflex.
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t swallow, and her jaw wouldn’t open an inch more—yet, she had only just managed to get the tip into her mouth.
It was as if her body commanded her to take him as far deep as she could possibly go, and then some, choking herself on his massiveness.
With great effort, she bobbed her head up and down around his tip; she still couldn’t breathe, her jaw was at its breaking point, but she worked diligently with her lips and tongue while running her hands up and down the rest of the cock.
She felt the ridges underneath her fingertips, the hard vein pumping his black blood into the shaft, and she shuddered at the memory of how they felt while rubbing her inner walls.
The taste of him filled her, seeped into her very being, and soaked her with unimaginable joy.
Somewhere, she knew she should fight him, be disgusted by everything that had happened, but she simply couldn’t bring herself to feel that way—even if she rationally knew she should.
Pulling away from him, seeing the string of her saliva mixed with his iridescent precum, she wondered if it was some kind of effect, some kind of drug-like haze, that prevented her from seeing clearly, but she didn’t care.
She licked the precum from his canal with eagerness and felt her cunt weep uncontrollably.
When he pulled away, she nearly objected. The alien pried her chin upwards and smiled cruelly. “It is satisfactory seeing your small mouth struggle with my girth.” He grabbed his cock and leisurely slapped it across her face.
She felt the heft of it, the sheer mass, and gasped in longing.
Then he crouched so that his face was only inches from hers. “But it will be even more satisfactory tasting the desire of your cunt.”
Lila bit her lip to stifle a whimper. She knew what was coming—and she was right.
She shrieked when the alien threw her legs over his shoulders and dove down between her legs.
The robe Dr. Bryce had given her was the only piece of clothing she had, and as he spread her legs, her cunt was exposed to him.
He took her entire womanhood in his mouth in one sucking motion, causing her to cry out in surprise.
His tongue darted out of his mouth, jabbing her folds and entrance, swirling the embarrassingly excessive wetness around and around, smacking and licking with obscene sounds.
He growled deeply, and the vibrations were torturously delicious as they teased her sharply.
She leaned against the back of the bench, her entire body tightening at the sensation.
His tongue was as strong and as broad as she remembered it, and he found her clit without any hesitation. He ate her out, as if she was a dessert, and Lila fell back with her eyes rolling into her skull as the orgasm quickly took her over, as she came into his mouth.
“AH!” Her scream echoed in the empty lobby.
Folded over herself on a bench in a public space should have mortified her, but it didn’t.
There were only them and the carnage Atlas had created.
The only hope she had for salvation and dignity had left her behind.
She cried out again when he dragged his tongue over her slit and nub and took her clit in a sucking grip with his lips.
She hitched her strained breath when she felt one of his clawed fingers prod at her entrance, and he sank it into her without hesitation.
Lila moaned, clenched her cunt around it, and rejoiced at the strain.
His finger was like a cock on its own, and she voiced her pleasures as he fucked her with it.
His tongue flicked over her clit, sending spikes of delight through her body, and when he slowed down to push another finger into her, the stretch made her entire body unfold in yet another release.
“Oh, god!” she cried as she trembled uncontrollably, but Atlas seemed unbothered by her as he kept on licking, kept on pumping his fingers into her.
She felt his knuckles breach her again and again, coated by her slick and come, and she knew that if anyone saw her now, saw her mindless grin, they would think she’d completely lost it.
When the alien was satisfied with the wideness he’d created, he pulled his fingers out of her—much to her dismay—and rose to his full height. His cock bounced and twitched in anticipation, while Lila’s trembling legs fell to the floor as she tried to regain her breath.
She knew it was far from over. He would fuck her senseless, and perhaps even kill her.
She didn’t know, and it was as if she didn’t even care.
Desire and lust had overpowered her, and she wanted nothing but to be completely owned by the beast from outer space.
Maybe it was her mind trying to save her from the trauma of seeing all those people get killed by the very same alien who just brought her two unbelievable orgasms, or maybe she just didn’t care anymore.
Atlas grunted impatiently and pulled her to her feet.
Lila gasped and nearly collapsed as her legs could barely hold her, but he dragged her to the front desk and sat her atop it.
With one, great tug, he pulled her hips to him and forced himself between her legs, while Lila shrieked and had to catch herself lest she fell backward.
The alien growled and drove his ridged cock along her slit, coating it with her juices, and Lila moaned meekly. The ridges felt so diabolically good against her clit, but she knew how badly it would hurt when he pushed in.
“Please, Atlas,” she breathed, “be careful.”
Anger flashed in his eyes, and he snarled as he wrapped his hand around her throat. “I will use you as I please, pet.” With that, he forced himself inside of her, and her desperate cunt struggled to make way for him.
Lila cried out in pain. The hand around her throat restricted her airflow and would most certainly bruise; for a moment, the haze of lust dissipated, and fear overtook her.
Her eyes flooded, her chest tightened, and she could think clearly again.
But it was too late; Atlas snapped his hips into her, and Lila screamed as his cock hit her in all the wrong places—and all the right ones.
The ridges rubbed her cruelly, stimulating her in ways she wasn’t supposed to be stimulated, and the massiveness of his manhood forced her to stretch not only wide but deep.