CHAPTER 10 #3
They stepped onto another levitating platform that took them even higher up in the steel forest, and they reached yet another large crown.
Small amphibian-looking creatures on two legs came rushing out, greeting their master.
They looked humanoid, but their heads were deformed, their eyes were large and bulging, and their leathery skin seemed saggy and dry.
Lila got the feeling they should be in or near water, but they were hundreds of feet up into the air.
They bowed and allowed him entrance, but Atlas shooed them away.
He wanted to be alone in his home, he said, and he pulled Lila inside.
She was in awe—terrified but in awe—at the space she was dragged into.
The walls looked like finely carved stone, black and silver, as well as the floors.
Lights hovered by the high ceiling, like stars, and cast a dim yet comforting light over them, but there was hardly any furniture inside.
A large but low bed stood in the middle against the wall, and next to it was a sunken stone tub, filled with luminous blue liquid.
Opposite the bed, skulls of hundreds of different creatures were mounted on the wall, and in the center was a rack filled with strange, shiny weapons. Lila swallowed hard and felt a knot form in her belly. She had no idea who Atlas truly was, what he did.
There were no windows, no other rooms, and when they stepped inside, the door behind them shut and disappeared into the wall.
“Is… is this your home?” she asked. “Where am I going to live?”
But Atlas didn’t want to talk. He moved close, and his purr filled the space and resonated between the stone walls.
Lila’s heart quickened, her belly tightened, and she bit her lip.
Atlas slowly took a grip of her throat and leaned down. “Pets do not sleep on the floor,” he growled and licked the side of her face. “They sleep with their masters.” He took her lips with his just as he moved his other hand between her legs and coaxed out the slick from her.
She moaned into his mouth, yielding immediately. He pushed a finger inside of her, and she whimpered, begging for more.
Atlas threw her onto the bed and descended between her thighs.
He made her come within minutes, and the screams of her orgasm echoed between the walls of his massive home.
He used his fingers to widen her, torment her, and in his skillful treatment, the next orgasm caused her to leak like a fountain—and she sang in ecstasy.
But she didn’t sing as loudly as she screamed when he thrust into her with his hard, ridged cock, or when he plowed her like a beast until her slick sang as loudly as she did.
Even then, she didn’t wail as much as when he knotted her, and she didn’t smile as much as when his seed filled her belly and sent her to a realm of lust and carefreeness.
Twice, he fucked her; the second time was even rougher than the first. Despite having fucked her so many times, he didn’t seem to lose interest—he wasn’t getting softer, and he wasn’t getting bored.
No, he fucked her with the same ferocity as he had the very first time, and Lila felt the same pain and fear as he had then—but it was different now.
She loved it now, loved the way it made her feel.
She loved the flicker of fear in her chest when he growled at her; she loved the spikes of pain when he thrashed into her; she loved the insane pleasure he brought her.
Most of all, she loved how he forced away the sorrow she felt for being whisked away from her home, far out into the unknown.
Laying there, in his bed, with his semen pouring out of her and with new bruises blooming on her body, she wondered what would become of her.
She was addicted to him. She was owned by him, dominated by him, the greyish-blue alien she thought she had a deeper connection with when they had the thick glass between them.
She was so innocent then, believing she was doing something good in the world.
She had felt sorry for him, for being closed inside that cage all alone, and she had wanted to comfort him.
Then, she thought that he felt the same.
She knew she was naive, but when Atlas pulled her close and purred comfortingly, effortlessly playing with her hardened nipples, she thought she could sense that same closeness again.
Maybe, she thought, he had chosen her for a reason.
Maybe he decided to make her a pet and not a slave for a reason.
Maybe he chose the word mate for a reason.
Maybe, she thought, as the drug of his seed enveloped her as much as his arms, that reason was pure, cosmic love.
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