Stolen and Seduced

by Christine Pope

  The weight of everything that has happened comes crashing down on my shoulders, the guilt punching me in the gut. “I’m sorry auntie couldn’t protect you,” I scream, crying harder than I have ever cried before. The pain absorbs every ounce of hope I have left. How will I ever escape this planet and find my sister? How will I ever make it right?

  Eleazar

  The human. I’ve never been so fascinated by their kind before, deemed an inferior species.

  But her. Those hazel eyes.

  When she opened the portal, it was if she was inside my head, reading my mind. We were on the same wavelength for a fraction of a second before the Serpenites had disrupted our telepathic bond. Somehow squeezed through the portal, too. An entirely different mission from the Dragonoids. Ours being an order from the Star Gods that came to me as a premonition, details are still unclear, but I know for certain it involved her. The female with the hypnotic eyes full of lust and body made of sin. She might just be the death of me. I am taking a risk just by having her here.

  She’s a distraction.

  My soldiers have no thoughts about it, but my little sister seems to think she is a nuisance, suggests I kill her. As a matter of fact, she is walking this way, her eyes trained on me like a cobra, murdering the ground with her combat boots. I know that look. She’s about to give me a piece of her mind. In 3...2…1.

  “Eleazar.”

  Bingo! “Yes, my sweet sister?”

  She stops inches from the throne, hand on her hip. “That human must go.”

  “And why must that be, Nyah?” I really don’t care what she thinks. The human is mine. I am just entertaining the idea because I am simply bored and can use a little entertainment.

  “She’s not the superior of her species.”

  I point my claw in her direction.” I believe the universe would have to disagree with you on that one. She just needs time to acclimate to her new environment.”

  She motions her head to the side, glaring at me inquisitively. “Are you empathizing with these creatures now?” Her question is paired with a grimace.

  “No. I am stating a fact. I realize this human has been through a traumatic event. Her brain simply cannot absorb prior occurrences and being in a new environment all at once. She will catch up. Eventually.” As I say this, a blood-curdling scream echoes from the processing chamber.

  Nyah looks over her shoulder then back at me. “Point made. I am glad our species doesn’t let feelings ruin our lives.” She rolls her eyes.

  “Precisely.” I nod. “How are the other specimens?”

  “They are being processed as well. Then they will be transferred to the medical facility for observation.”

  Good, because the survival of the universe rests in my hands, and the facility is located on the far side of the planet. “Excellent. Can you oversee their transportation? They are vital to my research.”

  She bows. “Yes, Sire.” Nyah pivots on her heel, never turning back. Once she is completely out of sight, I get down from my throne and attend to the screaming human in the processing chamber.

  Outside the chamber with no windows, I see her, but she cannot see me. This cube may look vacant to the human eye, but it’s a machine designed to access vitals, read thoughts, wants and desires, gathering all this information and uploading it to the database.

  My sister is in denial. This human is the perfect specimen—an exquisite addition to my collection of beautiful things. And she is mine. The Serpenites can go fuck themselves and find another captive. I claimed this one well before I knew she existed. It was written in the stars, in my prognostication, no matter how unclear it may be. I trust the pieces will eventually align.

  The thing is...she never plans to reproduce. I’ll change that though with this machine’s help; it evokes specific emotions on telepathic command. Fucking her is my short-term goal, breeding with her is my endgame. Alien babies will be all she can think about when I’m done with her.

  Fuck, just the sight of her wide, spawn-bearing hips outlined in that spacesuit makes my cock harden. I would love nothing more than to spill my seed into her womb, watch that human belly grow. Though, breeding for Dragonoids doesn’t work that way; both parties must be receptive to the act of reproduction. Otherwise, my sperm doesn’t release and it’s purely for pleasure, which will do fine, too. My insatiable hunger for her flesh burns in my chest. A moan escapes my throat. “In good time, my little captive.”

  The temperature in the room increases and as a delicious result, she strips down to nothing, panting, the sweat beading down her tan and supple skin. The machine beeps, and I glance to the left, watching the screen. Phase one of processing is complete. I smirk, entering the room to find the female cowering in the corner, her knees pulled into her chest.

  Phase two begins now. I have a planet to run, needing an heir. I straighten my spine. “Get. Up,” I snarl.

  She snaps her big, glistening eyes up to me. “Please, just let me go.” Her tears continue to paint down her full, flushed cheeks.

  “Female, I said. Get. Up.”

  With an eye roll, she does as she is told, covering her teardrop-shaped breasts from my view with one arm and her bare pussy with her other hand.

  We certainly can’t have that. “No. I must see all of you.”

  Her breath is ragged as she gently removes her arm, then her hand. Just beautiful. Her hazel eyes are pleading for mercy and her plump rosy lips are in the shape of a small O. Gritting my teeth, I wish I had that sweet little mouth filled to the brim with my cock. I crack my neck to release the tension consuming my body and twirl my claw in a circle. “Turn. Slowly.”

  Obediently, she turns in a complete circle giving me a nice view of her perfectly round ass. “Very nice.”

  “This is so humiliating,” I hear her say under her breath.

  But all I can do is imagine plunging my cock deep into her tight little cunt from behind, fully claiming her as mine. Closing my eyes, I swallow hard, trying to maintain my composure. Upon opening them, I say, “Activate probing sequence.”

  A titanium slab rises from the floor, and she steps back until she is hugging the wall with her side. “No, no. Please.” She sobs with wide eyes. Please don’t. Oh, God!”

  God won’t save you now, my precious. I stomp over to her. “On the table. Now.”

  When she looks up to me this time, her fear is replaced with something else.

  Anger.

  She narrows her gaze at me, straightening her back and squaring her shoulders. The female is trying her best to appear brave. It’s rather adorable, really. “No,” she snarls.

  I laugh inwardly. You wanted entertainment, Eleazar, well here you go. Quickly, I snatch her up by the neck before she has a chance to blink and strap her to the table. My fuse for patience has run out. Time is of the essence when it comes to running a kingdom.

  Veda

  Eleazar, king of the Lyra Draconian Dimension, has me naked and belly down, with my arms and legs spread eagle over a metal contraption. I didn’t even have a chance to defend myself before he grabbed me by the neck. I’ve never seen someone move so fast in my life. This alien continues to amaze me. And being so close to me, his scent filling my lungs, is oddly alluring—a smoky musk type of smell, kind of reminds me of sitting around a campfire. My lips tug into a frown. No camping trip this year. No fishing and white-water rafting with the kids, no s’mores. Oh. The thought feels as if I have a fist clamping down over my heart. Never again.

  “If you don’t give in to me. I will force you to fuck.”

  Okay, I’m back to hating you. I clench the walls of my pussy together, responding to the word fuck. The outline of his cock is at my eye level, and there’s absolutely no way he is fitting that thing inside me. Not with all the lube in the universe. I don’t care how hot and hunky he is.

  Just no.

  I feel his claws scrape against my scalp, gripping my hair. He yanks my head up so my eyes link with his. “Last chance.”

 
“Fuck you.” I gather spit inside my mouth and aim for his scaly face. Death is far better than what he has in store for me. I don’t want to fuck and being abducted by some asshole dragon king doesn’t change that.

  “You will regret that, you insubordinate female.” Eleazar’s face twists in disgust as his growl vibrates the space surrounding us.

  “In your dreams, dragon breath.”

  Wiping away my parting gift, a grunt leaves his broad chest, and he let’s go of my hair. He disappears from my line of vision and the deafening silence sets in time with the dread whirling in my belly.

  The temperature drops instantly, shooting chills up my spine. I can’t decide what is worse: the sweltering heat or this bone-breaking cold? My teeth chatter, waiting and hoping for whatever he plans to do to me to be over with.

  Then, I hear a sparking noise sound from behind me. What the fuck is that? My chest muscles constrict as I try to maneuver around to see, unfortunately, my restraints give me little wiggle room.

  Then I feel it.

  The pointy tip of what feels like a cold metal rod, teasing me around my entrance. “Fuck, no. You asshole!” I cry out. This is wrong on so many levels. The rod slowly violates me, stretching me wider as it goes, and a sharp pain jolts up my abdomen. Once it fills me to the hilt, it slowly retreats only to enter me again. Faster, harder. Picking up the pace each time, making every muscle in my pelvis hum. I grind my teeth, feeling the pressure rise in my core. I refuse to let the pleasure overtake me. I cannot give him the satisfaction. Not today. Not ever.

  “You like that, don’t you, female?” I hear his voice echo around me, but he is nowhere in sight.

  “No. It’s the worst fuck I’ve ever had,” I say with a strangled breath, trying to suppress a moan.

  He laughs. “Oh, luckily for you we are just getting started.

  “Eleazar, I beg you. Stop.” The more the rod pounds into me the more my resolve cracks like a mirror.

  “Stop what. This?”

  The probe drives into me even harder, and I bite back a moan, my arousal dripping out of me. “Stop,” I say, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I envision the probe is Eleazar instead, his massive body pressing against mine, holding me in place. His thick cock marking me. “Eleazar,” I whimper.

  “Still want me to stop?”

  “No.”

  “I can’t hear you,” he mocks.

  More visions of Eleazar and me in indecent positions infect my brain. Him behind me, pounding into me with abandon. One of me riding his cock underneath the red moon and stars. “No.” I ride him faster, harder, him lapping at my nipples with his greedy tongue. Oh, God! My body convulses against the table, the cold doing nothing to simmer down the release erupting within me. I fall over the edge with a pleasuring scream. Veda, you and your big mouth.

  “For that being the worst fuck, you’ve ever had, you sure made quite a mess.” His voice booms from above me before I notice he is standing there, eyeing me with a devilish smirk.

  “Shut up!” I scream.

  His long black claw meets my line of vision. “Careful. You won’t have much to say if a probe is suddenly in your mouth.”

  I jerk against my restraints, praying they will magically open on their own because there is no way I’m getting out of them otherwise. “Please. Can we take a break? I don’t think I can handle much more.” Talking back hasn’t gotten me anywhere, so I attempt another strategy. Hopefully, he will show me some mercy.

  Eleazar’s pointy claws then glide up and down my body, tickling me, and goosebumps prick my exposed skin. Something so wrong should never feel this good. I don’t want to admit I like him touching me, but I do. I enjoy it too damn much and hate it all the same. What’s wrong with me?!

  His hand stops between the cleft of my ass and his claws graze down to my folds soaked in sin. “You are so wet, my little captive.” He grunts. “And I did this to you.”

  “Don’t touch me there.”

  “I will touch you wherever I damn well please. You belong to me now.”

  “I belong to no one.”

  “We will see about that.”

  Suddenly, he shoves a finger up my pussy. I bite down on my bottom lip, drawing blood.

  “Mmm, so tight.” He pumps his long finger in and out of me at a delicious pace.

  “Oh, Eleazar.”

  “Who owns this pussy?”

  My moan gets stuck in my throat and drool drips from my mouth, wetting my cheek and the surface. “Nnnnah.”

  He inserts another finger, shoving both to the hilt. “Answer me.”

  I can’t handle his punishing pace anymore; my body is shaking uncontrollably, and the cuffs are rubbing my wrists raw. “You.”

  “You can do better than that.”

  Another release barrels through me, my toes curling, and I say, “Eleazar,” without hesitation. I heave a sigh. No taking it back now, I groan to myself.

  “That’s my good girl.”

  He barks a name I can’t comprehend because my mind is in a haze of euphoria and all he did was finger me, my body seconds away from spontaneous combustion from the most orgasmic experience I’ve ever felt.

  An alien soldier soon appears, and the room shrinks even smaller, my nakedness and shame on full display.

  “Get her cleaned up and locked away in her quarters. I have other business to attend to.”

  “Right away, Sire.”

  Eleazar leaves without so much as a glance in my direction. I watch him leave. Along with the shame, I feel emptiness. He toyed with me, humiliated me, used me up only to walk away as if I meant nothing to him. What did I expect? He is a fucking savage alien after all.

  I’ve never felt so dirty in my whole life. He will never touch me again if I have anything to say about it. I just need to come up with a plan to get the hell out of here. I sort through the limited options boggling my mind. Then I look up, almost forgetting someone else is in here with me. The alien soldier’s gaze is fixed on me, his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth. Cock stiff, ready to burst through his suit.

  Hmmm…I smirk, getting an idea. Oh, this should be interesting.

  Eleazar

  Damn. I must monitor the processing at Sci-GenX but not until I release the seed that has my cock ready to blow. I should have come all over her smart-ass mouth after she spat in my face. I will punish her in good time. She should consider herself safe for now.

  I flee to my bedroom chambers and close the window shutters on voice command. I let gravity take over me and fall backwards onto my bed. I release my cock from my trousers, wrapping my hand firmly around it, precum already covering my crown. “Fuck, you feisty female.” I close my eyes and fantasize about her pretty mouth swallowing my cock. Those big beautiful eyes looking up to me, begging for me to shove more of my cock into her mouth.

  Precum drips down my hand as I stroke my cock up and down, desperate for some release. I picture my hands laced through her curly brown hair as I fuck her mouth. The pressure in my cock becomes unbearable, and I grit my teeth, stiffening as my cum sprays streams into the air, the pearly beads floating across the room until it evaporates from the heat.

  Finally, my mind is clear enough to focus back into king mode.

  The Sci-GenX is where my kind conduct all our experiments with our advanced technologies. Making antivenin is a painstakingly time-consuming procedure, though I believe I am close to discovering a way to eradicate the Serpenite species for good. Get revenge for my parents’ death.

  I barrel past the foyer and into the tunnel going the opposite direction of the starship and out through the back of the mountain. The base is a distance away, so I decide I can be there in half the time if I fly. My bones crack and pop, my joints twisting around as I shift into my dragon form. I roar, taking flight into the starry night. I hover over my garden of gigantic Lyra Carnivorous traps, admiring they are in perfect bloom this season, dusted with diamonds, sparkling purple and gold.

  Nearing the ba
se, I soar over a brine of lava and land on a crater to shift back into my Dragonoid form.

  My guards greet me at the entrance and move aside as I enter the underground chamber. My sister and my group of scientists are already assessing the specimens.

  “Sire. So happy you can join us,” they harmonize.

  “Cut to the chase, Zork. Can they be saved?”

  Zork is our head scientist, comes from a line of Dragonoids who carry a genetic mutation and are unable to shift. He spends a great deal of time on this side of the planet because he cannot fly over the lava.

  Still, my mind is put at ease knowing a scientist is always here to tend to my specimens. Only the best in the name of research.

  He pushes up the middle of his glasses. “Serpenite venom is pernicious to Dragonoids alone. I’m afraid the effects will be more detrimental to a human. Especially ones so young.”

  I grind my teeth, not satisfied with the information given. “We have to try. The fate of the Galaxy depends on the formulation of antivenin. We can’t let them infect another planet. We already lost Earth.”

  “The humans pretty much brought that on themselves,” my sister chimes in. I don’t quite understand her hatred for humans. Yes, they are pests, but they serve a valuable purpose.

  Pleasure being one.

  The Serpenites, on the other hand, are vermin that need to be killed off. “Not now with your loathing for humans. Our mission is stopping the Serpenite from spreading their virus before it destroys the entire universe.”