“Slade!” She gasped. I could tell that no one had ever touched her in such a way before. I grinned and continued to rub my thumb against her, moving it in small circles until she was grinding her hips into me, begging me to take our love to the next step. I allowed our hips to dance together for a moment, as my hard cock bounced between my legs, slapping against her ass with my movements. She moaned, knowing how close she was to feeling me inside of her.
Her arms wrapped around my neck and her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. Our lips collided once more, fitting together like puzzle pieces. Her sweet lips took me to heaven and back, and I knew I would never let her go. I pulled her even closer, her back rubbing against the cave wall as my lust started to take over. Soon, I would no longer be able to control myself.
Wanting to tease her further, I pressed my tip against her, but I didn’t quite act on the impulses raging through my body just yet. Instead, my tip continued to tease her entrance as I kissed her neck. I focused on kissing her, knowing that my cock was dying for release at this point. My dick ached as her soft pussy sent sparks flying through it.
Subtly, I just barely slipped inside of her. She was so wet that I was met with almost no resistance. She moaned, pulling me even closer as she tried to buck her hips, hoping to force me deeper inside of her, but I kept control of the situation. With one hand on the base of my cock, I thrusted in and out of her with shallow movements that drove her insane.
She tilted her head back, looking up at the ceiling, her beauty even more pronounced by the purple light of the crystal. I smiled, kissing her neck, letting my lips linger on her skin. Her moans grew even louder as I picked up the pace, still refusing to go any deeper inside of her, pushing both of us to our limits.
She arched her back, trying to get some leverage. I chuckled, seeing how desperate she was. Teasing her further, I lowered my head, letting my lips travel over her bosom. I took the lovely mounds between my lips, showing them attention as they had never felt before. My tongue flicked over her hard nipples, taking her by surprise. Her moans grew more and more frequent as I took one of her nipples between my teeth, leaving behind subtle love bites. Her body withered in my arms as I continued to tease her, sucking on her hard nubs until every inch of her peach-colored areoles were in my mouth. The sensation shot up Nixie’s spine, her eyes rolling into the back of her head until she found herself begging for more.
I couldn’t deny her sweet moans. Gently, I held her wrists above her head, locked together as my eyes bore into her own. With one, well-aimed, thrust, I broke through her. As I went balls-deep inside of her, I never wanted to move again. Her tightness felt incredible. I groaned, biting down on her tit. She screamed out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, her whole body shaking. Finally, I pulled away. I had left behind a darkened hickey that I knew would last for a while. Wanting to ease her pain, I kissed the love mark gently before I looked into her eyes once again.
My heart skipped a beat at how lovely they were. I felt like I could stare into them forever. Driven by the love I felt for her, I started to rock my hips, letting my cock rub against her slick walls. It was a smooth ride. Nixie was so wet that her juices flowed out between her legs like a river. “Do you like that, baby?” I asked, whispering into her ear, nibbling on her lobe as I pulled her closer.
“So much…” She moaned, arching her back. Her legs tightened around my waist, trying to pull me in even deeper inside her. I grinned at her enthusiasm and it urged me on. With my hands on her hips, I pummeled into her harder and harder, slamming my hips into hers. My balls started to slap against her ass, leaving it red and raw.
I pulled us away from the wall, my fingers tight around her plump ass cheeks, spreading them apart for a moment. I teased her for a bit, letting my fingers press against her puckered hole before leaving it be. Another time. Another place.
With my dick still inside of her, I slowed down a bit, laying her on the ground. We were now in a missionary position as I looked into her eyes, my hand on her cheek, my thumb rubbing against her soft skin. “You’re so beautiful, Nixie.”
I could tell she wanted to say something, but with her chest heaving to keep up with her pleasure, she was left speechless. I smiled warmly before I leaned down, kissing her lips. I closed my eyes, letting my lips do all the talking that my heart couldn’t. I loved this woman like I had never loved anyone else before. She was my whole world and I was about to show her how much she meant to me.
Our moans started to mix together as I developed a steady rhythm. I knew I could finish her off if I gave her my all, but I wanted this moment to last. I wanted to make love to her. As I continued to rock my hips, her body moving with mine in perfect sync, my hands roamed her body.
My fingers kneaded her large breasts, taking them into my hands before I leaned down, giving them small kisses, keeping her on the edge of orgasm at all times, but never quite pushing her over. Her clit was engorged and occasionally, I would give it some attention with a slight pinch or a vicious rub, but never enough to make her cum.
“Slade…” She finally whispered, her blue eyes as wide as the moon. Her hands were wrapped around my arms, her fingers digging into my muscles. “You have to let me cum… or I’ll go insane.” I grinned.
“What was that?” I feigned not hearing her.
“Please!” She begged, getting desperate. My thrusting had slowed down to a snail’s pace, driving her crazy. All she wanted was to feel the sweet release of orgasm, but I wasn’t allowing her that satisfaction. “I need you.” She pleaded, her nails breaking my skin in her urgency.
I grinned wickedly, knowing I couldn’t continue this sweet torture any longer. With a wild look in my eyes, I started to fuck her with all my might, her whole body rocking like a ragdoll. She screamed my name, the sound carried through the waves to every corner of the Earth. Seconds later, she exploded in ecstasy, coating my cock in her juices. It didn’t take long for me to follow suit, cumming inside of her. Together, we collapsed, pleasantly exhausted.
***
When I finally managed to compose myself, catching my breath, I noticed that I felt different. Looking down, my manhood was covered with an assortment of shells that matched Nixie’s. My hair was adorned with various pieces of coral. On my head was a crown. I touched it, wondering where it had come from.
In the distance, I could hear Atlantis as a living, breathing city. Part of me still thought this was nothing more than a dream. My fingers ran along Nixie’s body, trying to figure out if she was real. Her eyes opened and she smiled at me, nuzzling her head against my hand affectionately. She spotted my crown and her whole face lit up. “Welcome to your new home, my King.”
THE END
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Taken By A Monster
~ Bonus Story ~
An Erotic Alien Abduction Romance
Adrianna Summers
A young woman with a big heart who made a lot of bad choices in her youth. She’s wise, though, and very adept at adapting to her surroundings and different situations. She isn’t timid, and far from weak, but she is terrified of one person
Robert Foster
Adrianna knew Robert Foster from her youth. They were young lovers, and at one point, she loved him dearly. He got into the bounty hunting business, however, and began down a dark, seedy path that Adrianna knew would destroy her.
She makes a break from him, leaving him when he and his crew are ambushed by a rival gang of bounty hunters, taking one of his space ships and fleeing.
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Chapter 1
“Peace. Calm. Nobody will suspect anything.” I swore to myself as I tried to walk as unsuspiciously as possible. All I had to do was get to the spacecraft. Once I do that… once I do that I am safe. I could escape to the world in which my own caring is not a fatal flaw.
Eridia.
The name itself is pretty tacky. As
if ‘Where Dreams take Flight’ is a good name for a planet. The only reason it is so popular despite its cringe-inducing name and it’s overly tacky title is because it is true. In Eridia, you trade pure freedom for safety.
I would never make that decision on my own, and he knows that. I love my freedom enough that I wouldn’t give it up. Which is specifically why it is the perfect place to hide in plain sight.
Without the fear of the end of the world. Of being roughed up by a gang. Of… of the people you should be able to love and trust most in the world…
No time to think of that. It happened to me, it was awful, but it ends tonight. If I wasted time bemoaning my past, all I will be doing is slamming the window to my future shut. I finally got to the area where he left my ship. My beautiful baby ship that I build myself, with my own two hands welded every part of it. Silly me, I even named it L-8. It was supposed to be a pun because everyone else was too late (get it? Late, L-8? It’s- oh forget it!) to stop me.
When I saw it, I gasped. It was tied up in such a way that I almost cried. It would almost be better if he sold it so it wouldn’t be harmed the way she so clearly was. She was a beautiful red and blue disk-shaped aircraft – I put so much time and work into forming her myself when I was twelve – that I used to fly across the cosmos with.
Sure it wasn’t fancy or beautiful as I didn't have a big budget when I was just a kid, I took whatever parts I could get. It was more beautiful than any other spaceship to me because it was an extension of me. But now… the rusted metal, the iron chains wrapped around its form. It made me gnash my teeth. I wanted nothing more than to rush back at him, to attack him. To make him feel every moment of pain I could possibly put him through, for hurting not only my body, not only my self-worth but the object that was symbolic of my very soul.
I almost actually turned around to go back to him. To demand his apology. L-8 was more than just a ship. She represented my hopes and dreams and my future. She represented who I was and who I wanted to be when I was oh-so-innocent.
This… this felt like what he did to me. Destroyed parts of me that he didn’t like. Tore down. Hurt me on purpose, yet also just let me be hurt by the things around me. Put a chain around it so it couldn’t escape. I would make him pay. I could make him-
As I glanced down at my arms I winced. Oh right. The problem – I recalled Looking at the barely healed gashes and the blotchy red bruises, tied back up by some gauze – was that I couldn’t make him do anything. Petty revenge wasn’t at all worth any of this possibly continuing.
I needed to leave as soon as possible, so I had to let go of my anger. Anger isn’t worth it. A moment of triumph isn’t worth it. I need to leave him, and never see him again. Only then could I be safe and happy and… I could make everything better for myself.
I used some old spray to de-rust it – thank god for things working for once – and burnt the chains off with a mini-flame thrower. My ship is fireproof – it had to be, to get through the thick atmosphere on some planets – so it didn’t burn.
Too bad that awful man is right sometimes. I am dumber than I think I am. This was a realization I made, as I touched the door to open my ship. Forgetting that it had just been ON FIRE I wasn’t ready for the way my skin sizzled. I can’t believe I had actually forgotten just how hot it was in my haste to enter the car. I stared at the charred flesh of my hands. Beautiful espresso skin charred. I would need a skin graft in order to heal the skin, and then more time to build up the callouses.
I choked back a scream – I can’t let anyone hear me here, they may warn Robert – as my eyes overflowed with tears. Why am I such a failure? Why do I ruin everything I try to do?
Knowing that I don’t have a chance to do much, and probably won’t have much or any freedom if I don’t get moving, I get into the car. The nerves are going haywire and I want to think only of the pain, but I knew, if I don’t escape now, I will never get the chance to do so.
I got in, throwing my knapsack full of money and a few days’ food into the back of the car. I couldn’t take anything. He could have tracking chips on any piece of my belongings. I don’t have time to scan any of my things, needing to leave immediately. I don’t know – and I definitely don’t care to know – which things he thinks are most important to me.
He knows the ship is. That’s why it was hidden in the shed and tied up. That’s also why I had to take a pit stop. I drove a few lightyears, finding a random planet. It didn’t matter what planet, just that it had a trading outpost with some people who could keep their mouths shut. It took several days to find the right place; the food I packed was all gone by the time I got there and my stomach was snarling for sustenance. “I’ll trade all my things for a new ship, three… four weeks’ food, and clothes.”
Thank the gods for the chip on my neck that allows me to speak any language fluently and understand it as my native tongue. I can’t afford to waste even a moment of my time. Every second wasted is a second closer he gets to me.
Speaking of the chip…. “I have one request. Scan my body for B-32 and T-165 trackers.” I told the pudgy toad-esque creature in front of me.
I didn’t much care for appearances. Hell, I probably wasn’t the prettiest thing around according to most species. He was ugly down to the bones, though. A pure sleaze ball in demeanor and a crooked smile that made me grind my teeth. I was leaving my perfect ship with this disgusting thing.
“Ahh,” The creature’s slime covered lips curled up in a smug expression I could barely describe as a smirk. “Turlish bounty hunter after ye’, eh?”
“They want to kill me because I betrayed them.” I immediately replied. The lie rolled off my tongue like turpentine. Was it a lie? At this point, not even I was totally sure. They do want to kill me. By leaving I did betray them. However, I’m not so sure about the cause and effect relationship between those two things.
He looked over my body after I stripped nude and lit my clothes on fire. I almost shivered in revulsion as he scanned me. “There is one embedded into your left breast.” He informed bored.
I scowled as I looked over at my own body. This was gonna hurt.
I grabbed a surgical scalpel after injecting a slight amount of numbing agent into my breast. He gave it to me on the house, but not nearly enough to make all the pain go away.
My own blood poured over the silver tattoo on my stomach, staining it with a disgusting crimson as I continued cutting the chip out of my breast. I was crying at the pain of my hands and my breast.
Chapter 2
When I had finally healed enough that I could leave, I immediately hopped in the new spaceship. No more tracking chips. No more finding me and breathing me near to death for daring to attempt an escape.
My body was bruised and would need so much healing that I may spend the next ten years working off medical expenses if I didn’t get to Eridia. My psyche was probably irreparably damaged. But I am alive. He can’t take that away from me.
I am alive.
SMASH! BOOM!
How ironic. Just as I think this, I am caught in the traction of a quasar, being pelted by debris. I am so worthless sometimes. It’s like my every decision is wrong. Why can I never do anything right?
I tried whatever I could to escape. But it was useless, my engines could only go so fast, and didn’t have enough velocity to escape…. Unless...
It was nice to be me at some points. I didn’t have the voice in my head telling me to think twice about that crazy idea that has a low chance of survival, the one I’m told that most people have. Only a deep voice screaming at me to take my chances. Just allow yourself to be at the mercy of the luck gods. What is the worst that could happen?
I’m already probably gonna die, after all. It isn’t like quasars are merciful, loving creatures.
I whispered a hymn before I shot myself against an asteroid hurtling towards me and ricocheted off. Thank god there was enough velocity to propel me out of the hold of that Quasar. I landed on the closest planet.
It wasn’t any easy landing by any stretch of the imagination.
The ship was destroyed on impact. I was thrown out harshly. The pink sand dug into my skin and I cried out as I got rug burn from the impact, my clothes tearing up a little bit more. I could see my blood staining the sand and my limbs shook as I couldn’t even push myself up.
Trying to stand was a futile endeavor. Upon the 57th time attempting to move my failing body, I realized something. It wasn’t a good epiphany. I simply understood my situation. I was alone. Scared. And I didn’t have anything of value left to give away. Falling to the ground in despair, letting the parts of me that I was holding up fall, I shuddered. The air was as harsh as the terrain on this planet.
My body was out of energy, wasted as all my wounds and several days without food added to my inability to move. No! I will not quit! I need to live. I’ve gotten this far. I can go a bit farther.
Shaking with the effort it took to stand, I forced my body forward.
“Shh.” A soothing voice whispered in my ear, as I felt strong arms wrap around me. They made me feel protected but were not too strong as to think I could not fight them off if necessary. I should fight, but I couldn’t. It was awful. “It’s okay. I’ll protect you. I’ll make it all better.”
I know I was weak because I couldn't even open my eyes to see my savior. And I didn't think twice about letting my guard down, as I fell asleep in his comforting embrace.
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