Ravaged 2: A Monster Box Set of 8 Erotic Tales

by Simone Beatrix

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  At home, I threw the door open and laid the alien down on the couch. He was so tall, his legs hooked over the arm rest, but it was good enough. I certainly couldn’t have it in my bed, could I?

  I tried to think of what would help. Water? I grabbed a glass and filled it in the kitchen before setting it down on the coffee table. His gashed leg looked bad. I pulled down a first aid kit from the bathroom and some towels, and moved back into the living room.

  He was still asleep. I was partially relieved and partially worried. What if he woke up in my house and panicked? I didn’t know how I could prove I wasn’t a threat, but I did want to keep an eye on him. There was just something so... insane about the whole thing. I lifted his cut leg and spread a towel underneath it, before turning and clicking open the first aid box. Some of the bandages had been raided for small cuts, but the large patch was still sealed in its wrapper. I pulled out the antiseptic and thought long and hard about applying it. Would it be bad? I dabbed a bit on the towel and wiped the cut, soaking up some purple-colored blood. The alien winced and shifted when I applied the antiseptic, but didn’t move again.

  I stared at it for a long while, trying to see if he was going to wake up. After a long pause, I unwrapped the bandage and applied it to his leg, putting firm pressure on the wound. I wrapped the tape on the bandage to seal it onto the skin. He looked better already.

  I lifted his leg off my lap and placed it back on the couch. He stirred again and I froze, holding my breath without a thought.

  His eyes blinked and slowly opened, traveling sideways and disappearing inside his head. They held no irises, but were deep black in color. The same shade as the UFO, they seemed to not reflect any light, but absorb it. I stared at him long and hard as he sat up, rubbing his large head and groaning. He looked at his leg then to me, landing on my eyes. I stared back, still holding my breath tightly in my chest.

  He opened his mouth and words poured forth, but not in any language I recognized. Every couple of seconds the words would abruptly change to another accent and dialect, until they were passing through recognizable speech. After cascading through Mandarin, German, Spanish, French, he landed on English: “Hello.”

  I blinked hard and exhaled slowly, trying to control my nerves. “Hi.”

  He reached out to touch me, but I recoiled and kept him away. “What are you doing?”

  He looked at me quizzically and shook his head, as if he were brushing away my question. He looked around the living room his eyes flicked between observing each object, as if he were cataloging them like a machine. The wall clock, the empty fireplace, the coffee table, me, and the glass of water. He stopped on the last object and picked it up with his long fingers, knobby and prehensile. He brought the glass to his mouth and drank it in a single gulp.

  I felt something twinge inside me, watching him move. The sight was so surreal, the large body and gray skin. Something almost alluring about it. I pushed the stray thought from my mind. “Are you... hungry?”

  He shook his head. “No.”

  “Who are you?”

  It answered quickly, “Weirxaln, but you can call me Wei.”

  “Okay, Wei,” I gulped carefully, trying to not make any sudden movements. “I’m Sasha.”

  “You found the wreck,” he said. His voice was smooth but had a halting sense to it. As if he had to process each word, translating maybe. His words had the practiced authority of a professor. “And brought me here.”

  I nodded quickly and looked at his leg. “You were injured.”

  “I see.” His eyes met mine, I couldn’t tell what direction they were looking if he didn’t turn his head, but I could feel them make eye contact. I felt my heart race.

  After what seemed like forever, I broke my gaze and stood up. Without a word I went into the kitchen and gathered some food to eat. I had no appetite, but I wanted some excuse to leave the room, feeling unnerved and way too guilty about what I was feeling. Something abnormal. I couldn’t let my thoughts overwhelm me.

  Maybe I was still sleeping. There was no crash or explosion. I just thought there was. I rubbed my eyes and closed the refrigerator. I tried to make myself wake up, using any technique I knew. I pinched and twisted my skin, I splashed a bit of cold water on my face. I ran my hands over my body and slid my fingers up my crotch, usually the pulse of electricity jolted me awake.

  Nothing. But I thought that maybe the last thing was a mistake. I tried to ignore my increasingly intrusive thoughts. Who thinks like this? I tried to shake them away. An Alien, Sasha. An Alien. But why was he here? Didn’t they always perform weird sexual experiments on people? On women? I chuckled to myself and went back into the living room, almost surprised to see him there. He had risen and was sitting up, leaning over and looking at the coffee table with a peculiar intensity.

  I sat down next to him and tried not to think about the small gap between our thighs. His legs were thinner than mine, just due to the fact his entire body was longer, as if he had been stretched like taffy. His nudity was baffling.

  He gazed at me again and I felt my cheeks flush. I felt the intense friction in the gap between our legs, and I so desperately wanted to bridge it, make that connection. I squirmed in my seat a little and was relieved when he spoke first.

  “You’re...” he seemed to think for a second. “Aroused.”

  I shook my head and looked away, my cheeks burning even more now. “No, no. I’m not.”

  He smiled and reached out to touch me, his hand finding my leg. His hand is warm, almost too warm. I met his eyes and felt the shock rising in me, the sensation of it feeling so right filling me.

  “No, I’m not,” I repeated. He shook his head, his hand still resting on my thigh. I didn’t make a move to remove it.

  “Sasha,” he said. “You want to touch me. I can feel it —,” he paused. “No, I can hear it, in your mind.”

  I stared at him in horror, almost embarrassed. “No — no. You can read my thoughts? Everything I’ve been thinking?”

  “Not everything...” he said, a grin crossing his face. “But I am right, aren’t I?”

  I pushed my thigh against his hand and he pushed against me more firmly. I felt my chest redden with embarrassment.

  “Touch me, Sasha,” the alien said. I nodded as I reached out and stroked his face, his skin somehow cool and warm at the same time. I tingled, a deep and missing yearning in me. I felt like I was starving for his touch.

  His hand on my thigh moved. He placed it on my shoulder and started to unbutton my jacket, a fleece I had grabbed from my room before going to investigate the noise. He slowly undid the top two buttons, before taking the zipper in his hand and agonizingly bringing it down, the mouth of the coat slowly unfurling.

  My breath quickened with every second he dragged it out, my chest rising and falling noticeably by the time the jacket was completely undone. He traced his hands against my sides, teasing my breasts, and sliding them inside the holes of the jacket. He slowly pushed the sleeves off my shoulders, letting the jacket bunch up at my elbows. I dared not utter a word, lest I break the spell that had fallen over me.

  I felt a chill rise through my skin, tempting me to touch him, to kiss him. I couldn’t shake the feeling. I didn’t really want to either.

  He gazed into my eyes and I felt something tingle inside me.

  The alien groped me, his hand on my breast and eager. I swooned at his touch, feeling my whole body vibrate and warmth flood me.

  My face turned away from the monster that sat in my living room. He seemed to look into me, even with my head turned from him. I felt his eyes move up and down, touching me with a probing stare. I couldn’t shake the sensation.

  What was the point anyway? I gasped. He reached around my waist and pulled me closer still, my hips touching his. I grimaced as he planted another kiss on my cheek, then another on my lips. Then the tide shrank down and I felt myself go numb, a sensation that was welcome and somehow comforting. His kisses spr
ead through me, and I kissed back. Planted one back on him. He swooned, a kind of chuckle leaving his lips between gasps of air.

  A burning sensation, like ginger spice, spread from my lips and entered my mouth, making my tongue itch.

  He pushed my chest down to the couch, his long and thin fingers looking strange and symmetrical on me. I didn’t fight him or my desires anymore, letting him guide me down to the cushions. He slipped away from my lips and kissed my neck. He inhaled deeply, like he was taking a walk through a nostalgic dreamscape. I shuddered and let the air leave my lungs in jerking gasps, his strange lips nibbling on my collarbone, sending shivers up my spine.

  He drew down between my breasts. He hovered there for a moment, before my bra became unhooked. I gasped in surprise, as both of his hands were planted on my shoulders. I tried to stare into the black pits of his eyes, but couldn’t even see my reflection, even though I was so close to him. A thin smile crossed his lips, but it vanished almost instantly. I felt mesmerized, unable to comprehend or wrap my mind around what was happening.

  He pulled open my shirt and the buttons tore off their weak threads. I didn’t think anything of it as he tossed the bundled plaid and bra to the floor. I was exposed to him now, and I could tell it excited him. Not so much by how he looked, but how he felt. There was this... energy that seemed to throb between us.

  He sucked on my nipples, giving them each long draws before biting them gently and moving to the next. I moaned and ran my hand over his head, the marble smooth skin warm to the touch, and without a hint of hair. Not even a light coat of peach fuzz coated his body.

  I murmured softly as he shifted his weight down, his tongue coating my stomach. I shivered again under his touch, acutely aware of the cushions digging into my back.

  He gave me a look, one that I connected with instantly. I knew what it meant. He wanted me. I nodded slowly, and in reply he took my panties between his fingers and slipped them off my body. Naked, exposed, and vulnerable, I was his to take.

  He repositioned himself between my knees, pushing them aside with gentle but forceful hands. I quivered, feeling my cheeks flush with anticipation. His breath carried down from above me and tickled my skin, making me ache in ways I thought couldn’t happen to me anymore.

  It had been so long since I had been with a man. My mind was spinning.

  He slowly, agonizingly, lowered himself down, planting a strange kiss on my belly button. He moved down and kissed the crease of my hip, tickling me with his quick breath. I squirmed, to which he grabbed my wrist to hold me still. “Just relax.”

  Still holding my wrist, he drew down and kissed my clit. A warmth washed through my chest, and I shuddered, my breath cooling my body. He waited for me to relax, before kissing me again. I moaned a little, staring down at him with expectant and hungry eyes.

  He slipped his mouth over my pussy. He was fast, and I barely had time to settle before he started flicking his tongue against my moist lips, his breath harried and cooling against my moist skin. I squirmed instinctively and threw my legs around his shoulders, locking my ankles together and pulling him in close. He stumbled and lost his balance, pushing his weight against me for a brief moment. I moaned and seized on the couch, my cheeks and chest burning with desire. His tongue wasn’t only powerful and eager, but experienced in ways I never dreamed of. I cradled him between my legs, and his frenzy only grew more intense.

  I felt like a coiled snake, my lust bubbling forth. I moaned louder and louder into the empty house, grateful no one was around to witness us together. The alien gripped my hips and pulled me further onto the couch, his tongue dancing across my clit and slipping into my pussy occasionally. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe, everything was madness in my mind.

  The alien lifted off me for a moment, letting me catch my breath. I wheezed.

  “Sasha, there is something I should warn you about,” he began.

  I shook my head and smiled. “Yes?”

  “My species... our reproduction facilities are... different than yours.”

  “How different?”

  “Let me show you.” He groaned and I heard a distinct pop, as if someone had clicked their tongue against their teeth. A slit of skin at his pubic region glowed for a moment, then a large double-headed cock slid out of his body. He seemed to relish the feeling, groaning until it was fully released. It was rock hard and glowed a tinge of blue in the dark living room. I stared at it in disbelief.

  “Two?” I said, the words barely escaping my lips. He nodded with a bit of shame.

  My shock was quickly replaced with curiosity. I reached out and looked at him before I touched it. He nodded curtly, and I stroked the higher shaft. The skin was as smooth as the rest of his body, but incredibly warm to the touch. He grimaced in pleasure with each squeeze of my fingers, and I moved to grasp the second shaft with my free hand.

  “Yes, Yes, Sasha,” the alien moaned. It was strange trying to jerk him off with my non-dominant hand, but it seemed that stroking them simultaneously was the most pleasurable for him. Watching his body writhe and grasp wildly made me hotter than ever, I could almost feel my thighs growing slick. I scooted back on the couch and lowered my head to his twin dicks, choosing to carefully suck one sideways so the extra shaft wouldn’t poke me in the throat or eyes.

  He tasted like spice. A tangy and paralyzing liquid. The sensation of slight numbness made me crave him even more, and I pulled and sucked on him with a kind of ferocity I’d never shown any man in my bedroom.

  He shivered from my touch as I drenched his cock with my spit. He craned over me and kissed my back, his flexibility astounding. His hand moved between my legs, reaching me from behind, and slipped into my pussy. I yelped as he pulsed his fingers in and out of me, making sucking his cock impossible for longer than a couple of seconds. How was he doing that?

  I slipped his cock out of my mouth and laid back down, the couch fabric sticky on my skin. I smirked at him and invited him closer by gripping his hip and urging his lower cock to meet my lips. We both moaned as they touched, a terrifying spark erupting between our bodies. I was only driven for one thing after that, for him to fuck me as hard as possible.

  It was so strange, letting those thoughts and doubts disappear like that. I just felt like I had no choice, that I wanted it, but knew somewhere deep down I should have reviled the temptation. His cocks glistened with a kind of precum I’d never seen before, making them even more slippery. He hovered over me and stared into my very soul with his jet-black eyes, his hand only slightly moving between our legs to position his cocks to enter me. One for my ass, one for my pussy. I shook involuntarily, as if a sharp breeze had just blew through the room.

  “Will it hurt?”

  He answered with a powerful and forceful thrust. Both heads of his cocks entered me at the same time and my vision went white for a moment. I screamed, not in pain, but in sublime bliss. He bellowed a bizarre cry as he slammed into the back of my body, every nerve and feeling frayed and explosive. He jerked against me and threw himself into me again and again. I couldn’t even think for more than a few seconds, except for grabbing onto his elbows and holding on. The pounding energy coursing in me was too much to bear, but I didn’t want it to stop either.

  “Fuck! Harder! Wei! Please!” I yelled. I felt tears slide down my cheeks and was surprised. I wasn’t upset or sad, but maybe too overwhelmed to feel anything at all. His cocks seemed to throb and ebb deeply inside my ass and pussy, and despite being slippery, they caught every couple of strokes. The catching was pulling me off the touch and the force was rocking the cushions to the floor. I clattered my hand against the coffee table trying to get a grip on something that wasn’t flying around the room.

  I squeezed my eyes shut and let him have me, his body perfectly attuned to mine. I swooned as he groped my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think.

  “Sasha, I’m going to come,” he groaned, his voice weak. A dark kind of swe
at beaded on his forehead, but it didn’t look like water. I urged him to come, come deep inside me. I wanted it more than anything. I groped his ass and pulled him against me, holding his cocks inside me as deeply as they could possibly go.

  I threw my head back as he came, the surge of warmth resonating in me and making me come harder than I could have thought possible. My pussy clenched against his cock like a vice, and I dug my nails into his shoulder and ass, blinded by my climax. It was like I had an enormous head rush. I held my breath as it washed over me and finally ebbed away. I released my grip and collapsed backward, my vision slowly returning to normal.

  He withdrew from me and I stared at his cocks. They twitched in unison as he caught his breath. Their glow diminished and they disappeared back into his body, as if they were never exposed in the first place. I couldn’t even try to be surprised anymore. With some difficulty, I retrieved a fallen cushion and put it behind my head, too weary to move another muscle.

  I felt his gaze on me as I drifted off to sleep, wondering if all of this was a dream anyway.

  “Sasha,” the alien said, trying to coax me out of my sleep. I mumbled and turned away from him. “Sasha.”

  “What is it?”

  “I have a confession.”

  He had my attention now. I sat up and faced him, feeling embarrassed. “Go on...”

  “I was on my way to Earth on a mission. To bed a human and impregnate her.”

  I stared at him, letting the idea sink in. I grew sour at the thought. Like I was a booty call. But wasn’t I really the one who used him?

  “While I was sent here for such an empty mission... I didn’t think I’d feel these... feelings about it.” He groped for the words. “My species doesn’t share emotional connections during reproduction. It is an empty gesture.”

  “What are you trying to say, Wei?”

  “That I felt something. Something I’ve never felt before.”

  I touched my chest and felt myself blush. He held my gaze for a long while, before standing up and moving out of sight.