By Angel
Was a dream. And it was definitely not a very good dream. Why couldn't I dream of that beautiful movie actor? Just to vary!
Sometimes it just happened. The blinding lights, the painful experiences, and everything. I was usually always conscious. My head seemed to explode in the midst of so much pain from the ringing in my ears. Ah, it wasn't a hallucination or I'd probably be locked up inside the walls of an asylum.
You can call for help when someone threatens you or there is a sense of danger. The same did not happen when that same person was pointed out like a lunatic because of the bizarre stories that ran. Abductions. Who believed in the stories of the little green men? Me, for sure ... YES!
I was nine when they started. I was missing for a week until they found me. Without any logical explanation, I was in another city and another state. Imagining what could happen to me, I couldn't even complain. It was a relief not to look at my reflection in the mirror and find strange or shiny eyes, scales and I know what else. Can you imagine if I created a tail like lizards?
Damn the devils! There's a damn implant on my forearm.
I just knew it was there with such certainty ...
Foster homes. I didn't usually stay in one place. People always looked and commented while keeping their distance. I think at that time I have already considered some kind of freak. And I was. Literally. I could control the fire and manipulate it just like in movies and cartoons on TV. It was not natural. It was a pleasure to play with fire!
What were those experiences doing to me? Maybe if it were just hallucinations I wouldn't have been so stunned by the unexpected figure of a golden-skinned visitor who plummeted in the middle of the room during the night.
Damn, again.
I had stopped the psychologist's medication. Have you ever seen a sixteen-year-old teenager who couldn't even taste a little beer? I didn't like cigarettes or drugs.
Maybe I had screamed. Damn it! Since when did a weird guy like that and die to die in the middle of your room? And the sound of his voice?
Ah, it was a velvety caress that could make a girl dream ... Was it too much to ask to be wearing at least a beautiful pajama and not those dull old rags? I loved tall, strong men! And muscles. His shoulders were huge. It was the vision of the devil personified with all temptations.
My God!
I think I was the only virgin girl in my class. Not even Spike knew that, and he was my best friend and confidant. It was confidential information. State secret. I had never been kissed !!! Can you believe it? A real ET! It was a serious problem that I needed to solve. And I still had the damn math calculations to make my head go crazy.
I was sixteen and starting to despair. Small, awkward, and small breasts. And hair growing up in places I detested. And a butt that could make me cry. My green eyes might still get the attention of a boy my age. But the hair ... It should be illegal for someone to have such unruly hair. The strands drove me crazy. And they had gotten worse after I cut my hair just below my shoulders. And their natural color then ... I hated the shade of red and kept touching up the dye to change them. Anyway, I think that a teenager is never very satisfied with the appearance. We are always trying to change something. No one is ever completely satisfied and I was no exception.
Virgin, really? Perhaps.
I forgot to mention that I didn't even know if I was still a virgin? That had been the beginning of my problems after all. I had run away from him and Spartackus. Another detail was chilling. You read so many things on the internet. Even more so when it comes to abductions. Experiences. I had terrible nightmares of my body attached to wires and tubes in cold, bright labs. And everything suddenly increased with the ice in the pit of my stomach when I looked at him.
Wow!
It was breathtaking. It could also be forbidden for someone like that to be so beautiful. His eyes ... There were no defined irises or pupils. They were totally almond-shaped. And seductive. It could be losing there and forgetting about life.
It was what had happened. My hormones from the waist down exploded at puberty. Pure and immediate combustion. On that day...
My resistance to him was nothing. I could feel his breath tense in my ears. His fingers touched me in places that I didn't even know existed. He was to my amazement big and thick enough to make sure I was going to be the only girl unable to have sex on the planet. What a joke! It would never enter!
It seemed easy at first. I knew I was moaning when he entered my body. The unknown and invasive sensation was almost a nuisance. It filled me up and stretched me to the limit and forcing me further into madness. It was like a pinch and then the pain came strong and deep.
It was ... I can't even say. Every little movement of him made me burn. It was a type of chemistry. I didn't even protest when he made me wrap my legs around his hip and all the anger seemed to evaporate, carried away by the sensations. I forgot the unfortunate redhead. It filled me to the limit and was huge in and out of me.
Zorack was propped up on his elbows, his weight right on top of me and squeezing me tighter. Getting in and out. The movements were far from slow. It hurt and I still didn't stop it. I encouraged him to own me. I was all wet. He was impetuous, relentless and the pace unrelenting. The male mouth kissed me hard. My body had taken over on its own and obeyed it. Every nerve ending was on fire. My breasts, swollen with the caresses, assimilated the sensation and the pleasure of feeling that mouth there in the sensitive flesh while he sucked and nibbled, all my muscles were in agony and it grew more and more.
The teeth were clenched in my nipple, the tongue stuck in my mouth, all together. It created echoes in my gut. I was sure I was walking on clouds. It exploded into small pieces.
My breathing was labored. And I almost didn't believe there could be anything better than feeling his fingers right there. It was almost a movie scene. He had ripped my underwear dominated by desire.
Damn it!
The slippery, circular strokes ... I fell apart in his hands. It was almost the same as being in a hurricane. Of course, I had heard about orgasms but it is very different lives and in color.
"Do you want me to eat you? I want to hear from you ask!"
That whisper in my ears deserved the death penalty. His fingers continue to explore, sliding down my ass and I tried to react. It was wrong! I still contracted immediately with him inside me and touching me where I never expected there. And it was also very erotic.
My body shuddered around him and that madness was endless. Zorack was still going to make me experience a lot more. The first blowjob. Wow, and I thought I wouldn't like it. I still reserved some modesty.
What was he doing to me? The taste of him in my mouth ... Was I just doing that? For the first time, I can understand what he meant when he said fuck my mouth. And it is unexpectedly tasty. It was horny. Concentrated blood accumulated in my lower abdomen. My body was all his. I continued to moan.
It made me feel weak. He sucked right there. And I was watching him do that.
Gosh!
My body continued to shiver and vibrate and my legs stiffened. The repeated spasms ...
Shit!
I didn't use any contraceptives. You don't go out to school on Monday morning and do a damn math test and the world just ends up in a pandemic and aliens. What if I got pregnant?
Holy shit, Angel. What are you doing?
I like him. It was an attraction at first sight. Is there love at first sight? I can't explain what it is. It's a ... I don't know ... kind of connection. It gives the impression that I can read his thoughts. And I was on high. Knowing that I was the one who left him totally wild and unforgiving in the thrusts.
And that was the whole problem. There, inside the cocoon and changing my shape, still the connection had not been broken. His emotions were intense and I knew that Zorack suffered and blamed himself. It was also the smell of his blood. That heart bombarded delicious liters of blood like inviting and impossible to ignore music.
Everything that shouldn't have happened. The fibrous tissue broke around me and I was not yet ready. Hybridization means mixing genes from different species. I had been awake and I was hungry. Again. And the idea of blood bags was unattractive with a military base filled with humans with fresh blood in their veins. I could twist my face with a frown.
Was it really a dream? Curse! The sex was wonderful. One hour I was going to wake up, wasn't I?
I am not going to cry! I won't even cry!
I had really been abducted. It has been happening since I was a child. That was why they had decided to hide me on that planet. They had experimented with me and I was a hybrid. And I was too young to be a mother ... I was going to have to fix it. And all the safe sex talk? I didn't even remember.
Fuck!
And I don't even know what those aliens did to my DNA. Usually, it didn't look like it would end with a happy ending. I can remember very well the blinding rays of lights making me float in the air and climbing into a spaceship.
I only felt the impact against the hard floor and the gelatinous substance that surrounded me did not cushion the fall. I had been awakened ahead of time and it was his fault.
I was starving. And do you know what was most surprising? I knew exactly what Zorack thought.
It was telepathy. My ancestors had the ability. Wasn't it amazing how a simple Monday could go wrong?
I really hated them all.
Prisoner in N'Tirlay
By Karol
I will never forget the first vision I had of that planet. I had read somewhere that the Earth looked like a blue planet. Except that there was a color palette that went from green to blue, with intense red and blood color predominating, forming impressive images that could have left the imagination of the greatest geniuses.
It was at that moment that the plug fell and I was finally sure it wasn't a crazy dream.
I had always shown an interest in studying abroad or working.
"You will love it. I got a job. The job is easy, the salary is good and it is super fun "
God! How many times do we not read in the newspapers or on the internet? Human trafficking on my planet could be a strait between heaven and hell. Only N'Tirlay was in fact hell. It was the neutral zone of the Confederation. Many alien species have not yet been cataloged. Everything was sold and commercialized in the citadel. Everything. And inhuman. You could buy everything from living food, blood, slaves, organs, and body parts and the horror was limitless.
I saw beings that were treated like blood bags that never ran out and with no end of validity. Humanoid creatures of the most varied possible. Exotic foods are still alive. Beautiful pets that could kill in the shortest instant. It was inhumane and yet we were found to be poorly evolved.
They were organized crime activities. All illegal and under the watch of the Federation that had done nothing. Trafficking in synthetic drugs with frightening effects. They were substances that for a few moments could alter your DNA and guarantee great abilities. Sale of wild and chained animals displaying claws and prey ready to attack in attack position. Even counterfeiting, but not as we knew it. They were hackers who stole and invaded planet security systems.
And the planet itself ... The blinding brightness of the vivid colors hurt my eyes. They did not inhabit the surface of the planet. Nor would it be possible. They were huge oceans of red and acid color.
There were several spaceships grouped and divided by sectors according to the breathable atmosphere there. I also couldn't believe the aerial vegetation. Huge trees grew and seemed to use their own air as a substrate. Most of them were orange and some bluish, and it didn't take long for me to discover they were deadly and carnivorous.
-Welcome to my home, pet! - Zogart spoke of good humor and touched the swollen eye with traces of wounds. I hoped that Kalael had beaten that wretch.
Even against my will, I followed him bound by the organic handcuffs. At least the temperature was controlled and I sighed in thanks. The clothes I now wore ...
Damn it. It wasn't going to make much difference to be naked
I looked like a space odalisque in fabrics so transparent that I could sigh, but at least that could be thankful. Zogart had not exaggerated the women there. I don't even know what to call it. Some species used literally nothing. In my eyes, they looked naked with their breasts insight, and even then these people didn't even care, but my belly was covered with fabrics from which the scarves that could have been hung from were hung. That part was appreciated and aroused glances wherever it went.
"Do you call this home?" I exclaimed angrily. - It's goddamn trash. I was not going to be surprised by fleas, cockroaches, and rats.
The provocation was bullshit on my part. But he was not supposed to understand. I saw the arm raised in the air, revealing the hand that was a paw with six fingers and huge claws. He was going to kill me.
- I can provide some. Here they are blood sucks. Maybe they will survive on your blood! And if you can't poison them first.
I sustained the shocked look. It's all right. Blood-sucking cockroaches? Enough! I already hated cockroaches. How was I going to get out of there?
-Maybe a pest control company makes clientele easy here! - I mumbled.
Did you really need to slap him, Caty?
That thing seemed to reflect for a moment and hesitated, then started to laugh. I got even more annoyed.
- And why would I do that with food before I eat it? I can see why it caught the attention of an erudilian. It has an answer for everything. They are a warrior race. They like to fight and violent. They are poisonous. You should have thanked me to get you out of there before Kalael appeared with horns on his stiff head!
Horns ?! He had no horns.
I would have realized.
Zogart laughed even more amused.
- Ah, get to be funny. An erudiliano starting to advance in the reproduction phase and happy not even knowing. You have certainly left our respectable officer of the Federation of bristled fins. They don't usually lose control like that, you know?
Like??? What fins?
For the first time, my courage faltered.
"What do you mean by that?" I ventured to ask. Just the thought of Kalael with horns like that gave me chills.
That horrible monster scratched its head and pulled me into a closed and furnished place and it didn't take long to get comfortable on a big sofa.
- They are very selective. Species compatibility for hybridization is like love at first sight as you like to call it. It is certain aphrodisiac chemistry. It's like a strong drug. It will be showing a complete male of its kind. Horns in addition to the green color and scales on the forearms despite the features you find so human. Only when he attacks, it will be in its most primitive and lethal form. Their fangs are poisonous. Your blood will start to become a big temptation for him.
My legs swayed hearing that. It was a lie, wasn't it? Nobody could be that unlucky! What was he after all? Count Dracula's version of space?
Shit!
- It's a joke, isn't it?
Zogart looked me straight in the eye. I started to hate that thing.
-He won't kill her. You should be thankful that his species evolved long after the Federation helped the breed. Nor do they kill the females after mating or after laying eggs. They're civilized, bah!
Civilized? How do you lay eggs for the females?
I leaned against the wall a little dizzy. Eggs? Did they lay eggs?
Ovoviviparous? I felt a hysterical laugh start to threaten me.
Agh, what's the matter? Just an ovoviviparous. I was already screwed and in space. Horns? I remembered his friend's reaction when he heard my teasing. He had got it all wrong. I was possessed at the time. Of course, I would love to make a little jealous. Hell! What woman wouldn't ???
-I didn't see fins. - I risked the curious comment. Of course, I would have noticed this very big detail.
Zogart shook his huge disproportionate head at the still-amused body.
- Which is certainly a lucky thing for me, isn't it? If you were really Kalael's property, that fret would chase me like a demon. Fins, pet. They are on the back of your back. was going to be in awe of them and how big the languages of these things grow. Forked tongues to help the smell in three dimensions.
Okay, forked tongue. I was not going to give in to panic. The physiology of an alien was only slightly different.
I was able to involuntarily remember the sensations he awakened in me. Curse. And I hadn't even had sex. It had been the best sex of my life. How was I supposed to look at Kalael after that?
I heard a furious roar and started back with a start. Ah, damn it! The thoughts were intimate. Their race also read ...
His claw held me with surprising strength and he was finally possessed.
-Are you really the female of that unfortunate scholar? - the question took the air out of my lungs.
Why the hell did everyone keep saying that?
"Keep calm, Caty!"
-What if it is? - I asked with all the pride I got?
-Why they evolved through hybridization, you stupid.- Zogart howled angrier still. - To touch the female of one of them is to start a war. Even worse when choosing a female of a different species for breeding. Curse! It is a death sentence for an unfortunate person who starts a fight with them. And the end of your life, pet! ----------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- ----------