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Vrix stepped up to her, cupping her cheek with his hand as another tentacle extended from his arm and wrapped lightly around her neck. She felt tiny suctions attaching to her skin, like the limbs of an octopus.

“It’s alright,” he cooed, bringing his face in close. “Everything will be okay. It is time for you to rest.”

Giselle thought she might have heard the other one grumble, but her eyelids grew heavy again, shutting against her will as her body went slack.

CHAPTER 2

WARMTH ENVELOPED GISELLE LIKE a hug, tension coiling in her stomach.

Her eyelids were heavy, so heavy, but electricity was building in her core, shooting rhythmically up her spine and through her extremities.

She tried to force her eyes open, caught in the delicate dance of exhaustion and arousal, haziness and desire.

“Pathetic little thing, isn’t she?”

The words floated past her ears like a breeze, and she tried to reach out and hold them, but they slipped through her grasp.

“Oh, I don’t know. I think she’s sweet.”

Another voice, softer than the first, matching the gentleness of the fingers brushing through her hair.

A moan rolled over her lips and grumbling laughter filled the room.

“See how needy she is? And not even awake yet. We could fuck her right now and she wouldn’t even notice.”

“I think I overdid it on the sedation, Thase. It’s taking our pet longer than it should to wake up.”

Giselle was warm, so warm, heat building through her body as she started to remember.

The break up, the desert, the light, the ship.

The aliens.

Her eyes shot open, suddenly aware of the sensations overwhelming her body.

The room was dimly lit compared to the last one, the cold exam table exchanged for a soft bed. The aliens were hovering over her as she lay on her back, one at her legs and the other sidled up next to her.

When she looked down, she saw a purple tentacle penetrating her cunt, throbbing rhythmically in time with her heart thumping in her chest. More tentacles brushed over her breasts, the tapered tips pinching her nipples and making her body tremble.

“W-What are you doing?” she yelped, panic pitching her voice high even as arousal coursed through her.

She tried to push the appendages away, but a large hand grabbed her arms, pinning them above her head.

“Oh, sweet pet, you’re awake,” one of the aliens whispered against the sensitive shell of her ear, the one that had his tentacles around her breasts. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

She was bare before them, her dress and panties absent as goosebumps prickled her pale skin.

“Finally. Now we can break her in properly,” the other said, the one who was fucking her with a tentacle that extended from his arm as he held her legs apart with clawed hands.

The appendage retracted from her dripping cunt, disappearing back into him as if he were made of clay.

Giselle panted hard, on the edge of orgasm, her entire body tingling.

Her stomach churned, and she tried to understand what was happening. They’d knocked her out somehow after the exam, and had assaulted her while she slept. Assaulted her, and yet her body responded eagerly, enjoyed it, wanted more.

This was why Anthony didn’t love her, why he’d left her. She was clearly broken in some way, her chest heaving with a mixture of fear and revulsion, a sour taste in her mouth.

Before she could catch her breath, the one that had been fucking her grabbed her waist, pulling her towards the edge of the bed.