Chapter 1 #4
He looks down at me with a severe expression that sends a chill right through me all the way to my core—and to the welling heat between my thighs. He’s hot too, in a different way. In a ‘Daddy’s going to fuck me up’ sort of way.
“When I get my hands on you in private, pet, you are going to pay for every single day of the three years you’ve managed to escape us,” he lectures me. “I warned you long ago what I would do, and once we are clear of this fetid human mass, you are…”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. I don’t know who or what you are,” I interrupt, annoyed. I don’t like his tone at all. He sounds pissed, and he has no damn reason to be.
The aliens look at one another.
“What if she doesn’t remember us?” the third alien says.
He is broad and strong. Built like a bull, or something more mythological.
His skin seems to have a reddish hue, but it is hard to tell if that’s accurate under the club lights.
Nobody looks like they really do here. We’re all a bit fake.
If I am not entirely mistaken, he has tips of horns extending from his thick, wavy dark hair.
It’s either the most alien face I’ve ever seen, or it’s an amazing mask.
His face looks elongated, the way a bull’s might be.
But when he speaks, his mouth emotes sort of like a person’s, but bigger.
He has lots of big, flat teeth in his mouth.
I stare at him, entirely enthralled by trying to work out what’s going on with him.
“Go easy on her, Sharp,” he says. “She’s only human.”
“She’s pretending,” Sharp hisses back. “This is what she’s like.
Breaking the rules, then pretending not to know better.
She’s spoiled, just like she’s always been.
” His brilliant green eyes flash, vertical pupils expanding when he looks at me, then contracting when he looks at the others and the lights of the club flash at him.
He has slick dark hair flowing backwards from his scaled forehead in a widow’s peak.
His brows are two vicious slashes angling over his gaze that is fixed on me, and when he speaks, his tongue flickers and I think I see it long and forked.
My god. I am terrified and turned on all at once.
“She looks confused to me,” the Minotaur says. That’s what they’re called! Minotaurs. Humans had myths about these things long before they had floating cities, or planes for that matter.
“We’re not here to argue,” the blond says. “We’re here to reclaim our pet.”
I am still looking at the one called Sharp. He is still looking at me.
I don’t like him at all. Or maybe I do. I’m having some kind of visceral reaction to him. His words are rough and his eyes are the kind of piercing that make me feel guilty even though I didn’t do anything wrong. They’re the ones doing something wrong. They shouldn’t be here.
The third alien, the red-skinned, horned one, is not looking at me.
He’s scanning the club for danger. I should have been doing that in the first place to avoid this altercation.
I’m still not sure what is happening, but I am pretty sure it’s bad news for me.
As entranced and interested as I am, I know I need to get away from them.
I’m stuck in two completely different worlds right now.
In one, three aliens are telling me I belong to them.
In another, I am becoming aware that if security spots them, they’re going to spot me too, definitely.
And once that happens, I’m going to get fucking banned from Zeal.
And once that happens, I’ll have to find some way to survive in Sudo space, which is as boring as it gets.
I’ll have to get a shuttle to the little satellite they run, the one that has nothing but low-slung office buildings.
Everyone in Sudo space works as a vibe coder.
Everybody wears a beige uniform. Everybody eats Sudo rations.
It’s basically prison, with extra steps.
But it’s better than falling to your death, I guess.
Practicality wins out over curiosity.
“I can’t hang right now, guys,” I say, using the same line on them that I’d use on any men who weren’t buyers and who were drawing way too much attention.
I know that the whole crowd is being scanned constantly by artificial surveillance.
You really have to work to act within the bounds of acceptable normality if you don’t want security alerted.
The actual people in the crowd might not be noticing these creatures somehow, but the security bots will, and once they start investigating, we are all fucked.
The Minotaur turns to the others, coming to the same conclusion I already had. They understand how this place works, so it seems. They’re under cover, just like me.
“We need to get her out of here,” he says. “I don’t like this place. Far too much security.”
They press in against me, closing the distance completely. I feel one alien hand against the back of my neck—that’s the blond alien. There’s another on my lower back. That’s the Minotaur. Another one loops lightly around my throat. That’s Sharp, and he looks like he really fucking means the grip.
“Oh, my fucking god,” I gasp.
Their combined touch ignites something in me. A memory, maybe? Or something more primal. A need. I am suddenly so fucking horny I can barely handle it. I can feel wetness between my legs, a literal slickness in response to waves of desire coursing through me uncontrollably.
“You thought you’d run away from us and we wouldn’t find you?” A voice is deep in my ear, resonating with the very marrow of my bones. Holy shit. I feel like hot liquid is running down my spine, circling through my belly, activating my clit.
“I am going to make you pay, you little wretch,” Sharp promises me in a tone as cold as ice.
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I say. I practically moan the words.
“We’ve missed you, baby,” the blond says.
I feel his hand running over my ass. I never let anybody touch me like this.
If men try, I hit them. If hitting them doesn’t work, I do more.
But right now, I’m not doing anything. I don’t want to stop this.
I’m being felt up in a club like one of the Real Women TM and I want more.
The bull runs his hand down the front of my body.
His thick, powerful fingers rub over the apex of my thighs, over the shorts underneath my skirt.
My knees almost immediately buckle, but the hand at my throat tightens and keeps me upright as this alien, this devil, this fucking monster with untold power slowly and competently starts to finger me.
He starts over my underwear first. I’m wearing cute little boy shorts under my skirt so if I have a tumble or something I don’t flash the world.
He pulls my shorts to the side and exposes my lower lips. My pussy is drenched, and he manages to slide two thick alien fingers inside me. They’re hot and hard, and they make me feel like I was made for this moment. I’m being fingered by an alien Minotaur while others watch.
Sharp is examining me. His grip on my neck is firm, not cutting off my breath, but keeping me in place. He’s not going to let me go. He’s never going to fucking let me go. I can feel that deep inside me, in some place where things I didn’t know I still knew seem to have been hiding all this time.
The fingers plunge deep inside me, stretching me, all the way to the base of his fingers, the fat of his palm presses against my clit, and the Minotaur starts rocking his hand against my pussy, grinding my clit and filling my pussy at the same time.
Behind me, the other alien pushes my legs open with his foot.
“That’s right, good girl. You’re being so good for us,” the blond purrs from behind.
“You’re going to make up for all the time we’ve missed with you.
We’re going to wrap you around our cocks, fill you with our seed, breed you nice and deep and hard, and you’re going to remember what it feels like to be happy with us again, our little stray. ”
His hands slide up to my chest, squeeze and play with my breasts. Sharp is just holding me, but that seems to satisfy him, and it seems to satisfy me too. That grip on my neck feels like an anchor, and a reminder, though I still can’t remember.
It doesn’t matter, because I am feeling real passion right now, true pleasure of a kind no pill could impart.
I’ve taken my stuff, once. I wanted to know what I was saying.
It felt like flying, like being part of everything at once.
It felt like peak pleasure—and somehow this feels better.
I don’t understand how that’s possible. It shouldn’t be chemically or physically possible.
But here I am, writhing on the fingers of a massive alien who insists he knows me and owns me, and being kept in place for it by two others.
“She’s lost nothing in her responses,” Sharp says. “Look at her, wriggling around, soaked for us. Do you want to be bred here, pet? Do you need our cocks in you, one after the other like old times? Should we show these other pathetic humans what it means to have alien masters?”
His words make my stomach flip, my pussy clench, and my brain wake the fuck up in ways it hasn’t in years. I haven’t had a memory come back this entire time. Not so much as a flash of reminiscence.
But Sharp’s words and the Minotaur’s fingers lead to a sudden flash of my having been in bed with all three of them, all of us naked. This one holding me, he has scales in intimate places, and if he is not careful with me when they penetrate, then it can be very rough indeed.
The fragment of memory makes me blush and astonishes me deeply.
I assumed that my lost memories wouldn’t be all that interesting.
I figured I maybe saw something I wasn’t meant to see, or just got caught up in something messy.
I had no concept that my life before this one involved group sex with hot fucking aliens.