CHAPTER 9 #2
She clawed at the hand choking her, but the burning pain from his cock overshadowed the pain of his grip.
She begged him to stop, but just as before, Atlas didn’t like being told what to do.
He roared in her face, almost deafening her, and the pang of horror elevated the sensation of his fucking.
Her nipples perked hard, her skin prickled, and she shuddered in strange delight.
Soon, he set a pace that made her see stars.
Her feet reached his shoulders, she was half suspended in the air by his cock, and he held onto her as if she didn’t weigh more than a leaf.
His balls slapped against her ass, and the sound echoed sharply in the abandoned lobby together with his growls, her cries, and the squelching sounds of her dripping hole being drilled by his monstrosity.
She sobbed as she moaned, her chest almost imploding in dread—but the fear only spurred the pleasure, and before she understood what was happening, the alien’s ruthlessness forced yet another orgasm from her. She screamed, groaned, and feebly clenched her cunt around his cock as she convulsed.
“Lila?”
She gasped sharply, the hand around her throat only allowing half the air to enter her lungs, and she turned her head as much as his grip would allow. There, by the elevator, was Dean.
Dean, who had told her she was beautiful. Dean, who had made the others stop hounding her. Dean, who was the only one who might actually care about her inside that facility. Dean, who ought to have escaped with the others but somehow missed the helicopters.
She saw the absolute shock and horror on his face, the deep disbelief, and the gun in his hand. He gawked at the scene, his face pale, and his hands trembled.
“What the fuck?” he cried.
Atlas saw him, as well, and slammed his cock deeply into Lila, making her cry out in painful pleasure.
He didn’t stop fucking her, didn’t let go of her throat, but he raised his hand with the vambrace, and with a precise flick of his wrist, a slim arrow shot out and hit Dean in his arm, forcing him to drop the gun.
He screamed in pain, Lila howled in horror, and Atlas roared in fury and lust.
“Get the fuck off her, you fucking monster!” Dean cried as he hurtled toward them, but Atlas’s arms were long. He stopped the ex-marine dead in his tracks as his other hand closed around his throat, his claws digging into Dean’s flesh.
Lifting him into the air, Atlas kept his pace thrusting into Lila while determinedly squeezing the life out of Dean, forcing him to watch.
The ex-marine wheezed for air, kicked his feet, and clawed at the beast’s steel grip; his face was turning red, the veins in his forehead popping in terrifying patterns. He gazed at her, bloodshot eyes begging for forgiveness. Had he stayed to find her? To save her?
Lila knew she should feel grief, sadness, anger, anything—but all she could feel, as the pain slowly transformed into unrelenting pleasure, was desire.
The life that slipped away from Dean’s eyes was, at that moment, nothing but proof of Atlas’s superiority, his unmatched strength.
When the eyes went dull, his face purple, Atlas threw him away as if he was nothing but trash.
The body hit the floor with a thud, and the giant returned all his attention to Lila.
When he released her throat, she moaned loudly, gasping for air.
His large hands traversed her body, leaving traces of fire.
He took hold of her breasts and kneaded steadily while plowing her with animalistic need.
He leaned over her; drool from his snarl dripped down on her face, hot and slick, the black dread-like tubes fell like a curtain around them, and he grabbed hold of the edge of the desk by her head to steady himself as he began smashing into her violently and frantically.
Lila mewled, moaned, cried—her body was pushed into overdrive, she wouldn’t be able to take much more, but she didn’t want him to stop.
Her cunt clung to him as if it tried to fuse with him, gripping around his grith as he pounded her; her juices had soaked her cunt, her ass, her inner thighs, and parts of her lower belly; her loins burned so badly, his abuse brought her micro-orgasms, ones that just chained together in one long muted release, making it impossible for her to gather her thoughts for a single second.
Atlas’s thrust became short and deep, and with a lion roar, he buried himself to the hilt as the knot at his base began to swell.
Lila gasped, arched her back, and whined in painful joy as her entrance was sealed shut and the enormous alien shot his semen straight into her womb.
She trembled, cried, but she was once again floating on clouds of pleasure. He was feeding her liquid lust, pumping it straight into her, sating her entire being from the inside.
“Yes,” she wailed breathlessly. “Oh, yes…”
Atlas’s breath was steady, despite his performance.
He began purring and clicking, and Lila felt the familiar musky scent fill her nostrils and cloud her mind even further.
She melted onto the table, drew a deep moan, and slowly grinded her hips against his knot.
The pain was delicious, it made her shiver and sweat, and she bit her lip as she moved her hand down to slowly rub her clit.
She was so wet, her fingers slid over her engorged nub with ease. As she gazed into Atlas’s honey eyes, she shivered again. Fear pulsated within her, but she liked it. She wanted it.
Atlas purred as he lowered his face to hers.
He opened his mouth, and his long, purple tongue came slithering out of it and seductively licked her lips.
She let him in, and just as he placed his mouth onto hers, a spike of pure pleasure shot through her.
She moaned into his mouth, felt his long tongue slither all around hers and down her throat, and she rubbed her clit harder.
She came deeply but strongly, her cunt clenching around his swollen cock, milking it. Atlas painted her mouth with his intoxicating saliva while grabbing one of her perked nipples between his fingers and rolling it. She shuddered, winced, and rejoiced.