CHAPTER 9 #3
She lost herself in the sensation, and she didn’t know how long they had been locked together before she felt him gently tug and finally pull out of her. His seed came flooding out, like last time, and Lila lay limp on top of that desk, bruised, scratched, and fucked to bits.
Atlas seemed unencumbered. After correcting his belt and the fabric that hung from it, he scooped Lila into his strong arms and carried her toward the door.
She managed to get a glimpse of Dean’s dead body on the floor, and a chill went along her spine. This one, despite the mind-boggling satisfaction she felt, was uncomfortable. Atlas had killed him while fucking her—and he had kept fucking her afterward. If Atlas was a god, he was a cruel one.
Maybe he was one, she thought. Maybe he was a god, and her people had tried to take advantage of him. Maybe he only spared her because she obeyed him—or maybe he spared everyone else by killing them.
He carried her outside, and the chill of the night made her skin prickle and her sore nipple tighten. He strode out into the blackness of the night, underneath a starry sky, and held her close against his warm skin. He stopped in the empty dark, staring up at the heavens, waiting.
Lila shuddered, crawled closer to him, and asked after a while, “W-what happens now?”
“They are on their way,” he said.
“But how will I be able to live—” She swallowed. “—outside of Earth?”
He gazed down at her with a look that told her the question amused him. “My fluids keep you alive, and your body knows it.”
She narrowed her eyes, too tired to think for herself. “What?”
A smirk showed his dangerous fangs. “They give you life, make you crave it. Just like your body is designed to breathe to live, you will be eager to take me lest you die.”
Her heart hammered hard against her ribs. He’d made her mortally addicted to his come and spit? But she felt it, the song in her body. She wanted him to fuck her again, even though she probably couldn’t walk and would be sore for days.
“Your body knows whom its master is,” said he darkly. “The mind is often slower, but you humans are easy to break in. Soon, you’ll know no other joy than submitting to me.”
Her lip trembled. “I don’t understand… have you—have you met humans before?”
He chuckled, a dark and deep chuckle that sent shivers down her spine. “It is usually we who take you, because you make for good slaves.”
She opened her mouth to reply, but she had no words.
Shortly after, strong lights illuminated the sky as a pod-like vessel sank soundlessly beside them.
Lila felt every fiber of her scream to fight him, but she had no strength left in her body and couldn’t make any resistance as he carried her inside the foreign pod.
Doors quietly glided shut, and Lila felt a great tug in her body as they ascended into the air.
She lost her breath, nearly fainted, but just as the sensation came upon her, everything stopped.
She clung to Atlas like a child, and when the doors opened, she was mortified to see more of his kind looking at them with eyes just as glimmering yellow as his.
They wore light battle armor—just some harnesses and loincloths—their black hair tubes were styled in different fashions, and they wore metal vambraces just like Atlas’s.
As far as he could tell, they were all men.
“Captain!” they greeted and stood to attention.
Lila gawked up at Atlas. Was he a leader?
He said nothing as he stepped out of the pod. He gently put Lila down, and the metal was strangely warm underneath her bare feet. But he didn’t let go of her, and for that, she was grateful—otherwise, she would have collapsed.
“Captain, we’ve searched for you,” said another alien, smaller than Atlas. “What happened?”
“My ship collided with some of the humans’ trash,” muttered he. “They captured me, thought they could steal from our bodies. They were wrong.”
The others muttered in shock and anger and glared at Lila. “Is this female one of the culprits, sir?”
“No,” muttered Atlas and moved his hand to squeeze her ass, making her wince. “This was an offering. Her name is Lila, and she has already been primed by me.”
To her horror, she saw the eyes of some of the other aliens light up as they trailed her body. Atlas, however, growled lowly, possessively, and they diverted their gazes.
“You know the rules,” he growled. “The pet belongs to be. Bring me a collar.”
One of the other aliens disappeared behind in the ship, and Lila gazed at Atlas in worry. A collar? She hadn’t consented to that! She hadn’t consented to any of this, and yet, her body ached for being used and abused—as if it needed it to live.
The alien reappeared only moments later holding what seemed to be a leather choker. Lila swallowed hard and felt panic rise within. Pet. He wasn’t kidding when he called her that.
A fleeting thought told her to resist when he placed the collar around her throat, but she couldn’t.
When the chocker was in place, it was as if a feeling settled deep within her, a feeling of strange acceptance.
She was owned now, by an alien race much larger than herself, and she would have fuck them to survive.
Somehow, she was fine with that, and it was deeply unsettling.