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Releasing our future into her womb.
“Rekk!” I hiss, the pleasure exploding through me.
Heat shoots up and splatters my singed abdomen that is already beginning to bubble up with sores. I need to close the window but I’m still blissed out on the poison.
No worries.
No fear.
No loss of hope.
Just pure, unfiltered pleasure.
A rattling outside the door jerks me from my stupor. I stand on shaky legs and barely manage to get my suit pulled back on when the door swings open.
Avrell has a protective arm around Aria. His brows are furrowed as he assesses the situation. He’s had to drag me out of here in worse states, many times before. This need I have isn’t anything new.
“Here,” he says as he tugs a cloth from his pocket and tosses it my way.
I clean off my chest and then tug the zipper up, hiding my scorched flesh that no longer is soaked with my seed. I shove the soiled cloth into my pocket and try not to sway on my feet.
“How long have you been in here?” Avrell asks. With a small sigh, he stalks by to drag the big zuta-metal door closed.
Uvie, the piece of rogshite computer, chirps, ratting me out. “Eight minutes and forty-six seconds.”
“Someone doesn’t understand sleep mode,” I gripe. “How is she?” I tip my nog to Aria, who watches me with a glint of fear in her stare. So unlike the expression she wore in my fantasy. My cock thickens once more. Is this how it will be now? The need to breed with her dictating my every thought and action?
Little alien Aria is my new poison.
“I’ve checked her over. Her body is done purging the unsuccessful implantation and the microbots have healed the area. She is physically ready to try again.” He glances over at her, concern written all over his face. Then he regards me with a look of resignation. “Are you sure about this?”
When I’d brought her unconscious form to the lab earlier, I told him of the new plan. Aria will be the vessel of our future. Avrell can continue to impregnate the aliens in cryosleep, but Aria is mine to test in real time. She will sleep in my quarters. She will answer to me. She will bear my young.
This. Will. Work.
“Absolutely,” I say with fierce conviction.
He bows his nog in submission.
It begins now.
4
Aria
This monster alien, or whatever they are, wants me to have his baby.
I can’t quite wrap my mind around the one I lost, let alone the prospect of having to go through the process to make another, especially not with him. Having a family, children had never been in my plan. It couldn’t be, not with my lifestyle. Not only would it be impossible to take care of a family with my schedule, but my body was my number one commodity. Having a baby would ruin me.
But breeding with the alien may be my only shot at survival in this strange world and I’m nothing if not a master of survival.
The commander, who I understand will be the one I’m staying with, takes my arm and practically drags me down the long, winding hallways of the facility. I try to memorize the route we take from the room we found him in, but after one too many turns, I lose the map in my head. Panic threatens to overtake me, but I tamp it down. Desperation leads to mistakes, and I can’t afford to make any mistakes if I’m going to make it home alive.
As the sea of doors fly past, I attempt to look in them to see how many others I’m dealing with, but most, if not all, are empty. It’s in line with what I’ve gathered from the doctor, Avrell, and their desire to breed with any available women. Occasionally, one of the windows will reveal a blurred face like the commander’s. The strange pale skin, intimidating stature and dark, thick hair.
But no women.
It should scare me more than it does. At first, I was terrified. But once I realized they were relying on me, that there was something I could use to bargain with, the fear faded away and was replaced by resolve. I’ve done worse things and survived. I can do this, too.
I’ll spread my legs for this alien as long as it keeps me alive.
Finally, the commander stops at one of the doors and lifts his wrist bracelet to the scanner. A beep sounds and the door slides open to reveal what must be his quarters. He grunts and tugs at my arm, pulling me inside behind him.
He leaves me in the entryway of his quarters to shed his uniform in an alcove that I assume is the bathroom. I’m grateful. Much as he terrifies me, it also didn’t escape my notice what he’d been doing when the doctor and I interrupted him. There was no denying the scent that still clung heavy in the air, or the slack, well-pleasured ease to his muscles.
