demands, “Open your legs farther for me.”
For the first time, I notice something really strange. The words coming out of his mouth sound foreign… even though I understand them! By the time he gets to the words, ‘for me,’ it sounds like he said ‘gu-ray.’
That’s not any word I’ve ever heard of before! And even though I hear ‘gu-ray’ with my ears, my mind registers it as ‘for me.’ How is this possible?
For the first time, I think about the scar on my head seriously. Let’s look at the obvious. I woke up in a strange spacecraft with other women. I wasn’t the only one that noticed a scar on her head. I’ve been shot out onto the surface of the planet, and now I run into one of the inhabitants. If I’m here intentionally, whoever sent me would want me to be able to communicate with them.
So, maybe I’ve been thinking about this all wrong? While I’ve been considering these strange facts, he’s been poking and prodding at my body, pulling my ass cheeks apart and shifting me at his convenience. The silky, hard body part he’s rubbing against me now… well, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what that is!
His language is much more guttural than English. He’s murmuring words of encouragement now that sound like, “that’s good” and “feel me now.” This time, before I speak, I focus on him and the words flow out of my mouth effortlessly. “No. Please, no!”
Instead of the wet prodding at my entrance, he grunts, acknowledging my words. Whew! He understood! Thank fucking God!
I’m still caged beneath him as he continues rocking against me in earnest. Instead of trying to shove his humongous dick into me, I can feel him press harder against my skin as his arms become steel bands wrapping around me. His cock, that if I had to guess is about the size of a baseball bat, is sliding up and down due to the copious amounts of fluid that he’s managed to get me to produce.
How? I’ve no clue. Can being scared shitless and in an unknown place with a man about to rape me be the turn-on I’ve always needed?
His arms tighten, wrapping around my upper arms, pinning them to my sides. Drawing me further into his chest, he pulls me upright, lifting me up and down in front of him.
I can’t move!
His body arches behind mine as his breathing becomes staggered. It takes about five good pumps against me, and he lets out a groan as fluid pours out of me, slicking us both up. I’m horrified as I wonder what he must think?
I’m thankful that he didn’t proceed with fucking me. Based on my body's reaction, if I didn’t manage to get no out in his language, it’d have been a given.
What’s wrong with me?
Warmth spurts up between us next, shooting out of his cock, slicking my ass and lower back between us. His groan goes on and on as he twitches. A heat I’ve never noticed before from ejaculation coats my skin, and I’m pretty sure it’s in my hair too.
Well, that should buy me some time, right? Most guys are usually good for a day or so. My ex wouldn’t even let me touch him for a few hours after he came. ‘Too sensitive,’ he said.
So, my odds of being taken by force have just decreased substantially. Maybe now we can have an actual conversation… as long as I can think, despite the throbbing in my own core. What’s wrong with me that I thought that was so… hot!
CHAPTER NINE
- Sunny
WHEN THE STRONG alien finally stops jerking behind me, he continues to hold me against him upright and pinned to his chest. I’m essentially sitting on his lap with my legs tucked back by his hips. Glancing down at his purple arms wrapped around me, I’m amazed to see that the hair is a darker shade of purple. Almost black. Weird.
Everything about this situation is strange. I can’t believe that this is really happening to me, and there’s a part of me that keeps thinking, “Wake up!” Could this all be a bad dream?
He tilts forward slightly, peeling our bodies apart. I’m subjected to the stickiness of our combined fluids chilling my skin in the slight breeze. His arms loosen as a shiver wracks my body. I hold my hands out to catch my weight as he lowers me to the ground.
As soon as his hands release me, I