Chapter 1 #5
I guess I do know these guys. But I still don’t know how or why or what I’m…
the bull pushes his fingers deep inside me, twists, the pad of his thumb presses against my clit, and I am instantly so fucking close to orgasm my legs start shaking.
Right here on the dance floor, surrounded by throngs of people, an orgasm is starting to build inside me.
I don’t touch myself much in my private time. I’ve been too distracted to do so lately anyway. I’ve been thinking about selling stuff and not getting caught and keeping stray males out of my tiny apartment.
I’m not worried about any of that right now. All I’m worried about is the pleasure running through me in swift, peaking pulses that follow the motion of the bull’s fingers.
There’s a sense of arousal rushing through me that make me swoon and go weak at the knees.
In their hands, I feel protected. The crowd is all around, all the terrible things I have been trying to survive are right behind them.
But none of that can get to me right now as I give myself to the sensations and almost collapse in orgasmic pleasure.
It’s the first time I’ve felt safe in a very long time. Maybe since I woke up in the hospital. It’s also the best I’ve felt in the same amount of time. The orgasm overwhelms my physical senses and wraps me in a sense of pure ecstasy.
I shudder and shake, pulled up against the strong body of a strange creature who seems to know mine as well as if it were his own. Slowly, thick fingers slide from my pussy.
“It’s time,” I hear someone say. “Let’s get her out of here.”
The aliens move even closer around me, sandwiching me between their three bodies. I am unable to move, and there is no reason for me to want to. The lights around me seem to glow brighter and brighter around me until the club simply phases out of existence.
Schwoop!
There’s a big pop, like I was suddenly surrounded by a big soap bubble that lost containment.
The club is gone and I am standing inside some kind of spaceship.
I can tell because I can see Earth out the window.
I can see the curve of the blue and green world and the shades of the corporate stations orbiting it.
“Did we just fucking teleport?” I’m more excited than I am afraid. That was amazing. I am also still trembling from orgasm, my pussy contracting around a cock that isn’t there. I want to grind my hips against something. I want to be held. My body is crying out for a long-lost touch.
The aliens step back a little. We were all so close it was impossible for us to look at one another properly.
They want to look at me. They want to inspect every inch of me.
The lighting in this space is much brighter and more revealing than the intermittently lit shadows of the club.
The ability to see one another is mutually taken advantage of.
“Something like that,” the alien with the glorious hair and the muscle in his cheek says.
He smiles at me and his cheeks dimple and the scaling around his hairline sort of seems to shift a little.
He looks like a galactic barbarian prince, I decide.
He’s the most human of the three of them, though there is no way he could be mistaken for a person.
His eyes are a little too big, his jaw a little too strong and broad.
His nose is sort of flat across the bridge and down to the tip.
When he smiles, his teeth flash with points, and a couple of very pronounced canines.
The tall one, Sharp, is quite imposing. His eyes are interstellar green, and his general features are not that different from Benedict Cumberbatch, whose reruns still play on Zeal TV to this day.
They are sharper though, and haughtier. His eyes are narrow and the edges slant up toward his ears.
He has a cosmic case of resting bitch face, but he is beautiful nonetheless.
The scales on his face and hands gleam in the ship’s light.
He is dangerous, I decide. They all are, but he has a particular kind of menace to him that makes me curious as hell.
The bull who made me come is the most shocking or perhaps alien of them all.
His skin is thick and deep red. His face is more like an animal than like a man.
He has a snout and a mouth filled with the teeth of a beast who chews plant matter.
His eyes are big and soulful. He has a thick plume of dark hair between his horns that runs down the back of his powerful neck.
He is wearing pants, but not shoes. He has hooves, and a tail that ends in a pointed tip.
His upper torso is naked and so muscular every movement he makes causes a ripple that draws my eyes so completely it feels like there’s nothing else happening in the world. Or off it, I guess.
He snorts as he looks at me, then the corner of his lip curls up in a remarkably sexy smirk.
“Holy shit,” I say. “What the fuck is happening?”
They give each other a look I don’t understand. Mostly because I don’t know if alien expressions translate to human ones. I’d say they look a combination of relieved, skeptical, and something else.
“You’re back where you belong,” Sharp says. “That’s what’s happening. And you’re going to pay for making us come this far and look this long.”
“You might enjoy pranks,” the barbarian says. “But this goes way beyond a reasonable joke, pet. It took us years to find you.”
I stare at them blankly. “Am I being detained?”
I don’t know why I ask it that way. Abducted is really a better word, I guess, but that seems cliché. Also, there’s something about their demeanor and all their words that makes me feel like I am in trouble. So it feels a little more like being hunted down by alien cops and… made to come?
I’m excited, horrified, scared, and probably a whole lot of other feelings as well. It’s hard to categorize them all. It’s impossible to feel them all. Part of me is just relieved that anything is taking place at all.
I have been waiting for something to happen, I realize. Years have passed me by while I’ve been in a sort of haze of just trying to survive. I woke up in the hospital, needed money, and just had to get on with things.
These aliens are promising me the one thing I don’t have: context.
“I know you don’t believe me, but my brain got scrubbed,” I tell them. “I don’t know what’s happening.”
“Let me explain, then,” Sharp says, leaning down a little so his reptilian gaze locks more intimately with mine. “You belong to us, and you are going to suffer the consequences of your actions whether you claim to remember them or not.”
“You have got to stop talking to me in that tone,” I say. “I really don’t like it.”
The bull smirks and then laughs. “Nothing has changed,” he says. His voice is a deep baritone that would give the club’s speakers a run for their money. “Even if you can’t remember anything, you remember how to be…”
“A problem?”
“Trouble,” he finishes his sentence.
“Oh, in that case, I have changed. Trouble doesn’t interest me nearly as much as causing problems does. Trouble sounds like a kid who did something wrong. Problem is worse.”
“You were enough of a problem when we had you,” Mr. Grumpy says.
I’m just going to start mentally naming them, because for the most part, they’re not bothering to introduce themselves.
I know his name is Sharp, but I don’t want to think that right now.
That’s kind of hot, and I don’t want to find him hot.
I do, however, find the sharp-toothed barbarian incredibly attractive. It’s not hard to name him.
Mr. Hot runs his fingers through my hair lightly. It’s a gentle, affectionate, knowing sort of touch. It makes a little shiver of excitement rush through me.
“You’re ours. Our pet. And we are very glad to have you back.”
Outside the window, the Earth is getting a lot smaller. It takes me a second to realize that’s because we’re moving away from it.
“Uhm. Seriously. Are you guys… are you… abducting me?”
“We’re reclaiming you,” Mr. Hot says.
“And it starts with removing this clothing that stinks of Earth,” Sharp adds.
Before I can come to terms with being stolen from the only planet I have ever known, the three of them start stripping me, removing every scrap of the clothing that stands between me and them.
There’s no reason to allow them to do this, and there’s no way to stop them.
They are all so much bigger and scarier and hotter, and my already skimpy clothing is no match for their huge alien hands.
“You were gone for far too long, pet,” Mr. Hot says. “I missed you. We all missed you.”
“I don’t remember… Ow!” I gasp as someone smacks my ass. I can’t tell which of the hands just made sharp contact with my ass, but it hurt.
“You are such a naughty little brat,” Mr. Hot says. “Pretending to forget us while your body clearly remembers us. Look at how you respond. How wet you are…”
He runs his hand up the inside of my leg, letting his fingers start to drift toward the apex of my thighs with carnal intention. I am still wet from the orgasm in the club, and he takes that as some sign my brain works, which makes me think he doesn’t know humans at all.
“Anybody would be wet for you,” I say, meaning to argue, but accidentally sexually complimenting him.
He grins broadly. God, he really looks like a sexy alien angel.
He looks like a fucking demigod. It feels like he is twice my height, and that is before he puts me on my knees, which he does by pressing gently on my shoulders at first. I resist out of habit, because I’d never, ever kneel for anybody.
I’ve spent three years creating a personality from scratch, and one of the things I definitely decided about myself is I don’t do what men want me to do.
Men, as far as I’ve been able to ascertain for the last thirty-six months, are not worth the trouble of associating with.
But these are not men. And they do not follow the rules.