Ravaged 2: A Monster Box Set of 8 Erotic Tales (8 page)

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 sweat 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.

“Will you come back with me? To the mothership?”

I shook my head. “I — I couldn’t. What would I do?”

“Teach us. Teach our kind about a different kind of reproduction. Raise the child you have growing inside you.”

I was too tired to follow the conversation, but it dawned on me the implication. “A human envoy?”

“Precisely.”

“I don’t know. That sounds...”

“Think about it — then. Rest now. I won’t be here in the morning.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I was sent on a mission, regardless, a distress beacon was sent out when my ship went down. They’ll find me soon enough.”

I nodded quietly and laid my head down on the cushion. Everything was too mind-boggling to comprehend with that amount of exhaustion filling me. I fell asleep.

***

W
hen I awoke later that morning, the sun was shining through the windows and he was no where to be found. The couch was still in disarray and I swore I could still smell his spicy scent in the house, but he was gone.

I threw on some clothes and went out into the yard to see if his spaceship was still smoking. The smoke plume was absent, so I hiked out to the crash site again.

The spaceship was gone. Even the hole it had left was visibly smaller, as if it had been buried. The ground was still indented and dirt and mud had been sprayed all over the nearby land, but it only vaguely looked like a crash-site at all anymore.

I looked up at the sky and felt a twinge of sadness. How would I contact him if I wanted to go? All I had was his name:
Weirxaln.
But what good did that really do me?

I went back into the house and wrote the name down on a piece of paper. I brushed my hand against the letters, thinking of the kind of ecstasy Wei had given me. I hoped I could find him again. Somehow, someway.

Maybe I’d even take him up on his offer. Join him on the mothership and be a connection between our species. That idea did sound awfully romantic. Either way, what would I do if the baby was born and it looked too much like him?

I had a lot of thinking to do for the next couple of months.

N
othing could stop me from going to the hot-springs, not even Brad’s incessant begging. I was done with him though, he wasn’t the man I needed or wanted in my life. Too easy going, too simple minded and... safe.

I thought about my decision as I finished packing up my car with the last things I would need for my little detour that night. A couple hours in the mountains would do me some good, especially if the hot-springs were unoccupied and I could enjoy some real relaxation.

The real breaking point with Brad was he wouldn’t choke me. Not when we were just hanging around the house of course, but when we were fucking. He refused to fulfill my desires. While every time he wanted a blowjob he would get one, he wouldn’t clench his fist around my neck and bang the life out of me. I wanted that thrill, but he claimed it was too scary and that things could go wrong. “Tiffany, I just don’t know... what if you died? It’s just weird and a turn off to me.”

“Only if you’re really stupid about it, Brad,” I tried to tell him. He wouldn’t listen, and that’s when I told him it wasn’t going to work. He was the one not fulfilling my needs. My wants and desires. I kicked him to the curb.

I should have known better when I first met him. He was too meek, too scared to take chances or risks. My friends were right.

I pulled out of my apartment complex and bombed down the highway, making it down to the turn off for the hot-springs. A little soothing hot water and solitude would fix me right up. Then I’d call up my friends and we’d go out on the town, gathering up any men who’d look twice at us. Of course, I was a bit pickier than they were — if I learned anything with Brad — it was that I had to be.

The sun was setting as I made mile after mile on the dirt road. I had to go slow when it was daylight, but even slower when it was dusk. The dust that got kicked up by my tires was just too overwhelming.  It was so much cooler in the mountains than back in the city. I cranked the heater to stave off some of the cold.