by Sonia Nova
His body was perfectly toned, corded with muscular strength, and although large scars marred his skin, they somehow just made him look sexier. As Alyssa panted in the afterglow of her orgasm, she watched him strip bare before her, admiring his body. He swiftly removed his whole suit, and soon he was buck naked before her.
His cock sprung to attention, and Alyssa gasped as it was revealed. It was large and veiny – larger than any human man’s, she was sure of that, although she hadn’t seen many in her life. It was also gray like the rest of him, and heavy balls hung beneath, making Alyssa swallow at the sight.
Suddenly, she was nervous – which she probably should have been since the beginning. She had never been with an alien man before. Were they even compatible? His cock looked very much like a human man’s – thick with a bulbous head – but it was clear that he was much larger than any human man, and Alyssa wasn’t sure it would fit.
She didn’t have too much time to worry about it though, as Xarq grabbed hold of her hips again and dragged her closer to him. Alyssa’s gaze shifted back up to his face, and his expression looked positively fierce.
His nostrils flared as he lifted her hips up from the ground and positioned himself at her entrance. Alyssa could feel the head of his cock nudge at her entrance, and a shiver coursed along her spine. Suddenly, her nervousness was gone, and she felt achingly empty, ready to be filled. It was like she was starved and his cock was the only nourishment there was.
“Please…” she begged, surprised the words left her lips. Her whole body buzzed with need, and she could wait no longer. She was dripping wet and she wanted him now.
Xarq seemed to understand her need, her pleading the only encouragement he needed. With one powerful thrust, he shoved himself deep inside her sopping core. He grunted, his face transformed to downright predatory as his cock entered her all the way to the hilt, but the sound was lost under Alyssa’s gasp.
“Yes… That’s it,” Alyssa moaned when his cock entered her completely.
The strength of his thrust had caused a quick pain in her lower region, but the pinch soon turned into sweet pleasure, and she wanted more. His cock filled her completely, throbbing against her g-spot.
He slowly pulled out of her and then swiftly thrust himself back in with another grunt. A moan escaped her lips once more as she was filled, and Alyssa panted with eagerness, her whole body shivering with need, wanting to be pounded fast.
Xarq’s face twisted savagely and his breath hitched in his throat. It seemed as if he was grasping for control, and the thought made Alyssa feel powerful. He was so utterly masculine, and as he held her, she felt feminine power flood her, making her feel more beautiful than ever in her life.
Alyssa draped her arms around his back, and he exploded. He started to thrust into her with the speed of a raging bull, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside her, until there was no deeper to go.
And she loved it.
His hips ground into her savagely, his movements urgent and animalistic – like an untamed beast, which was a pretty accurate description of him. But at that moment, Alyssa couldn’t even think of the humor in it. She could only enjoy the sensations coursing through her body as Xarq thrust into her – hot, urgent, and strong.
He built up a fast, steady rhythm, and she arched her back, trying to meet his thrusts. Her body undulated against his and her walls held him tightly inside her. Pleasure started to build up inside her, the feeling of Xarq thrusting into her incredible.
“Please…” Alyssa moaned, although she had no idea what she was even asking for. Her mind was gone, and all she could think of was Xarq and being filled by him so completely.
Xarq seemed to understand though. Her pleading moan seemed to send him even more over the edge, and with a primitive, guttural sound, he started hammering into her harder, riding her like a wild beast. His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her still so he could enter fast and deep.
When he hit her just right, his cock rubbing against her g-spot, she gasped and arched her back again. Her body was moving of its own accord, driven by the pleasure. She clawed at his neck and shoulders, wanting more of him. Needing more.
And Xarq gave it to her.
After a while, his thrusts started to become more erratic, and Alyssa could feel he was close. His grunts turned rough and primal as he jerked his hips against hers, and soon, he fell out of rhythm completely.
She was close too, her pleasure about to burst as another orgasm neared. She parted her thighs even farther as he drove into her, and when his cock hit against her g-spot again, Alyssa moaned. She whimpered in pleasure as he took her hard, claiming her – body and soul.
All the while he growled into her ear, repeating one single word that made shivers course along her spine.
“Mine.”
The possessive statement turned her on even more, and soon, she found herself hovering on the edge again. She clawed at his back, her body tightening in preparation of another orgasm. Her toes curled and she pulled Xarq even tighter against her, grasping onto him for her dear life.
Soon, the tension shattered inside her, and pleasure washed over her in waves. Her whole body shook with it as the shockwaves of pleasure coursed through her and her climax took over. This one was even better than the last, sending electric shocks through her whole body.
Xarq let out an animalistic growl as her walls clenched on his cock. Somehow, his cock seemed to expand even more inside her. The feeling was strange, and all the more of a reminder that he wasn’t human, but when he filled her so thoroughly, extending her pleasure, Alyssa couldn’t help but moan.
He pushed into her a few more times and then let out an agonized groan, baring his teeth at her in an expression of carnal pleasure as he came powerfully into her, his cock pulsing inside her.
They both gasped desperately for air as their climax passed. Xarq’s breath was hot and damp against her neck, and they simply lay there for a moment, catching their breath.
Then, he slowly pulled himself up from her body. His softening cock slipped out of her and left an aching emptiness behind. He rolled over, his breathing still heavy, and Alyssa closed her eyes for a moment.
“I– I’m sorry,” Xarq said all of a sudden, his voice rough and breathless. He wasn’t looking at her, his eyes still trained on the ceiling as if it held the secrets of the universe, but Alyssa could see a frown marring his features. “I don’t know what came over me. I just…”
Alyssa huffed out a laugh. Figures. Of course, he was sorry. She'd just had the best sex she'd ever had in her life. Of course, it was only fitting that the man was sorry about it.
“I wasn't exactly resisting,” she said in amusement. No. She had definitely not resisted.
Xarq turned to look at her now, and Alyssa caught his eye. His expression looked oddly vulnerable, as if he wasn’t quite sure about anything at this moment. Seeing the strong man look so utterly confused and unsure suddenly made the reality of the whole situation hit her.
God... She'd just had sex with him... In a dirty cell of all places. While kidnapped.
What the hell was she doing?
Somehow, she had completely forgotten where they were and what their whole current situation was as Xarq had taken her so powerfully. She had nearly forgotten her own name and only knew that moment with him as he thrust into her.
It had been powerful, wild – the wildest sex she’d ever had, and she never imagined to have it in a cell, while kidnapped.
But it had felt so right even despite the completely wrong circumstances.
Shit... What now?
Her heart sank back to her stomach and the magic moment was over. For a while, the sex had taken her mind off everything else and it had been incredible. Amazing. The best. But now… Now she was again that prisoner on the floor of a filthy cell who had no idea whether she would even live another day…
“Xarq?” Alyssa lifted her hand to his cheek, brushing it gently. He didn’t react to her touch, but
he didn’t move away from it either.
What was he thinking? She had no idea.
Suddenly, she felt lonely again. Lonely and cold.
“Hold me,” she whispered before even realizing the request had left her lips.
For a moment, she feared he would refuse. But then Xarq turned toward her again. He still looked confused, as if he couldn’t quite figure out what had happened either. But in his eyes, Alyssa could also see that he understood her need – maybe even felt it too.
He wrapped his strong arms around her and held her tight. Alyssa crawled closer into his embrace, against his warm body. She needed some human contact – or alien contact, whatever. She was glad he was here. That she wasn’t alone.
Alone, she wouldn’t have been able to deal.
* * *
Somehow, she must’ve fallen asleep. The next thing she knew, she woke up to sounds outside their cell. Heavy thumps – like the footsteps she had heard before. Only this time, there were more of them.
Xarq was no longer lying on the floor beside her. He was sitting up, his eyes trained on the door. Alyssa rose from the concrete to join him. She gave him a questioning look, but didn’t dare say anything. He didn’t say anything either, obviously listening just as much as she tried.
The mood in the cell was ominous, and the feeling of not knowing what was going to happen ate at her. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for something to happen. Anything.
Were they going to throw another prisoner in the cell, just as they’d thrown Xarq earlier? Somehow, she didn’t think that was it. She wanted to ask Xarq – she was sure he could hear more than her – but she didn’t dare to open her mouth. Even if she had, no words would likely have come out. She was frozen in fear.
Suddenly, the footsteps came to a stop behind their door. A rattling sound could be heard outside, and blinding light entered the room as the door swooshed open before them, making her vision black out once more.
Her eyes struggled to adjust to the new lightning in the room, and before she could even see properly, hell seemed to break loose around her. People rushed into the cell, and she could hear the sounds of struggle around her. She withdrew more toward the corner of the cell, trying to get out of the way.
As her eyes adjusted, she could tell Xarq was fighting against four Krezlian men, with a fifth one watching the door – and her. The man’s slit eyes were trained on her, and they were completely emotionless – cold. He was carrying a gun and although it wasn’t pointed at her, he could hardly have looked more menacing.
Alyssa’s heart slumped and she swallowed. She quickly turned her gaze away from the man and back to Xarq – and the four Krezlians who were now wrestling with him. Shit.
Suddenly, Xarq collapsed and fell to the ground with a loud thump. Alyssa’s breath caught in her throat and her heart jumped at the sight. Two of the Krezlians picked him up by his arms and started to pull him out of the cell. Now, Alyssa could see the two tranquilizers sticking from his neck. They had knocked him out cold.
Alyssa felt sick, but she couldn’t move. Her heart pounded in her chest as the men dragged Xarq out of the cell and there was nothing she could do but watch. She felt hopeless – useless. Tears emerged in her eyes and she fought back a sob.
The Krezlian with the gun gave her another look as the others passed him, but then he too was gone. The door whooshed closed behind them again, leaving her all alone in the empty cell. Alone, without Xarq.
No…
CHAPTER 8
XARQ
Xarq grunted when he was thrown back into the cell. Sharp pain shot through his nerves as he crashed on the floor. His vision was black and his mind blurry from all the drugs he had been given, but the pounding in his head and the screeching noise in his ears wouldn’t stop.
Nor would the memories.
Suddenly, he was back in the icy pit of the Krezlians, in the bottom of the little hell hole of a dungeon they had created for his kind. Cold crept into his bones, but it didn’t compare to the cold in his heart.
Chains… Holding him in place. He rattled them, trying to break free but they held him tight, unmoving. A Krezlian man in a lab coat walked up to him. Xarq roared at the man. He wanted the lizardy green creature off his face. Wanted to rip into his flesh and leave him a bleeding pulp on the ground.
Wanted to kill him. And not the others.
A steely voice echoed in the room. ‘Give him more Extract X-03, see if he survives that.’
The Krezlian scientist picked up a vial – one of several he had already been given – and extracted a purplish liquid from it. Xarq struggled against the chains, baring his teeth at the man in a futile attempt of resistance. He knew what the liquid would do, and he didn’t want more of it.
The Krezlian stayed back, away from his face so he wouldn’t bite – he had done that before. Then, the man rounded him and stuck the needle into his neck. Xarq screamed as the substance entered his bloodstream, pulsing and burning him inside. The pain was almost unbearable, and he bordered on the line of unconsciousness. And the darkness… The darkness took him over and over again…
The next thing he saw was a Krezlian general… His face inches from his own, the sharp, brownish teeth in his mouth spitting in his face. The man slapped him in the face, making his already unfocused gaze black out.
‘Look at me! Look at me, you filthy animal! If you want to live, you fight! The only reason you exist is to fight! So get up, now!’
Darkness swallowed him again, carrying him away from the general, but the icy blackness wasn’t a friend either. Suddenly, he was in the pit again. The cold, cold pit that smelled of rotting corpses and death. The icy coldness crept into his very core, but he knew the worst was still to come.
The pit was full of monsters… Monsters like him… And others that weren’t.
“Xarq… Xarq…” A distant female voice called him out in the darkness. This hadn’t happened before. Was it a trick? The sweet voice tempted him in a way he’d never felt before, luring him to answer. He growled at it anyway. An enemy. An enemy in disguise. There was nothing safe in the pit.
“Xarq!” the female yelled now, her voice closer, sounding less suffocated. The ringing in his ears faded slightly and his mind cleared enough to realize exactly what the female was saying. Xarq… His name. He had a name now. Not just a code on his arm. This wasn’t an experiment. This was…
His eyes snapped open and he saw the dark-haired female looming over him. The human female with pale skin and bright green eyes – eyes that were currently wide in fear and looking down at him in concern.
“Alyssa…,” he rasped, glad to find that he still had a voice to speak with. That’s right… She was here too. He wasn’t alone. And the pit was far, far away from them.
Soft hands draped around his body as the female bent over him on the floor. Her small frame shook above him and he could swear she was crying. Were they tears of fear – or relief? He hoped the latter. He hoped he hadn’t frightened her in his sleep. He certainly had frightened himself.
The salty fragrance of her tears filled the cell and he wanted nothing more than to comfort her. To tell her that it would all be alright. That it would be alright because she was there.
But he couldn’t. His body was completely exhausted after the experiments the Krezlians had done to him this time, and instead, his mind drifted away once more and unconsciousness swallowed him completely.
He fell asleep… Exhausted after the nightmares of his existence that haunted him to this day. But this time, his memories weren’t haunting him anymore.
She was here. She kept him sane.
* * *
“And then what happened?” the quiet female voice asked on his lap.
Alyssa lay on the floor, her head placed gently on his thigh as he told her stories of the Krezlians. Terrible, terrible stories.
At first, he had refused to tell her any of it, worried he might traumatize the sensitive female with the gory details – e
specially considering they were currently in the captivity of the very monsters he was telling her about. But she had wanted to know. She had insisted on hearing about his past, and Xarq had found that he couldn’t refuse her.
“I killed him,” he said, remembering the moment when he’d first been thrown into the pit to fight against another of his kind.
His opponent had been a tall man. Almost his own height. He had been covered in blood, one of his horns severed from his head. He had already won a few battles against others, but by the time he had been thrown in with Xarq, the man had been too weak.
He hadn’t been an easy kill. Nor one Xarq had wanted to make.
The Krezlian ‘training’ had included them fighting against all the horrible monsters they had created – including one another. They were disposables, just a part of their experiment. And only the strongest survived.
Rather than killing the man before him that day, Xarq had imagined killing every single one of the Krezlians around them, the ones who had been watching them fight, cheering them on. But he had done it in the end. Killed his kin. As he had done over and over again after it. Because if you didn’t fight – or die fighting – you were granted a punishment worse than death itself…
And the Krezlians had been punished with what? For all their crimes, for what they had done to them? What had their punishment been in the end? Trade barriers and broken contracts. Seclusion. It was nothing.
For all those deaths, it was nothing.
His body tensed as he waited for some kind of a reaction from the female leaning into him. Shock, or disgust. Maybe she would jump off his lap immediately now that she knew what he had done. He was a monster. Made to kill since birth and trained to do so his whole existence.
But when the reaction didn’t come, he looked down at her, seeing her clear green eyes look up at him – not in shock or disgust – but in concern. His heart leaped in his chest as he saw her expression. She was concerned… for him…
