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Especially humans laboring under debt their whole lives, then laboring under ideals, then laboring for others, then laboring to pay a mortgage, then laboring to feed a family, the laboring to please a mate.
Only the disengaged, ultra-rich, or extremely rare person lived longer.
The alien nuzzled her temple, sinking even deeper until they were chest to milk-swollen chest. “I would never have handed over such treasures to a creature that was not modified. You are licensed and guaranteed. Full of nanobots to fix damage, genetically cleansed, fortified against disease. A thousand years at least you’ll live. Chromosomal abnormalities are repaired as they occur. Your set expiration date was aligned to my life expectancy.” The creature tapped his chest where the human heart would beat. “When I expire, you’ll pass into the beyond, siren pet, with me. Tens of thousands of our children conquering the stars.”
An eternity of being fucked and fed and bathed and laid to rest on soft furs. Sarcasm colored her reply. “How romantic…”
Thoughtful, the slither of his tentacled grip, the stroke of his massive hands through that gelatin, grew possessive. “Chapter three. The human concept of love.”
Choking on the word, Evangeline squeaked, “Love?”
“Yes. This is fitting to such an unbreakable union now that the wisp-beauty is mine. You will love me.”
So much for the Jell-O bath and opening her hips to the stroking of the triangular tipped flange. “That is not how love works, alien. It requires mutual respect, sacrifice, desire, attraction. You bought me! Nothing you might do would earn my love!”
From his smirk, those sharp teeth, the quick flick of his tongues over his bottom lip, the beast seemed impressed. “Ah, how clever the flesh dealer in his trade. There is a chase after all.”
Flange went from seeking and playful, to penetrating and greedy. Leaving Evangeline bowed, fucked in all the right ways. In every terrible wrong way. Crying out to the glowing ceiling of his ship, she struggled not to reciprocate like a trained pet. A mist-being.
And already she felt a hunger, an addiction, for what would burst down his shaft, stretch her past pain, and fill he
r with a flesh eating baby.
A fizzle—a warped, bent thought. Touch she was starved for, this thing would give it. Rest she desired with a desperation that consumed rational thought. The ease of financial burden. The offer of two hundred years despite the gap in her front teeth or the dimples in her thighs.
How it already clung to her, spoke to her.
How it desired a chase. Back home, the men chased when the wanted to get their dicks wet. They didn’t exactly stick around, and on many levels she knew it was because her attention was on her future. On escaping her small town. On achieving.
Being pleasured and served by this thing, despite the title of pet, was so far from anything she might have imagined, it almost seemed appealing.
She was a psychologist’s wet dream.
“You will love me. The warrior in me knows this. You will adore me in your human way; I will give you every reason to do so. I will die young for you, wisp. I will spend my years fucking you into oblivion. Already you crave. That is nothing to what will exist between us in fifty phases. In five thousand phases, I imagine a palace will be granted on my homeworld just for our couplings. Enough fresh spawn pulled from your loins to blot out the stars.”
“I do not love you,” all said as ankles magically locked behind the creature’s spine.
“Do you find me handsome?”
“Hideous.”
“Said like a true wisp. How I will be envied!” Not a word said without reverence… as if this flesh devourer, this nonsocial species, understood the concept of desire. “Human mothers expect love. Thus it must be given.”
The beast pressed her body against the edge of the oval depression.
“As do human pets.” Evangeline sunk deeper, gelatin teasing at her lips as his flange worked, his hips dug, and her insides went mad. “Otherwise they are taken away from their owners and the owner is imprisoned.” For flair she added, “Ownership is sacred. Curses fall on those who betray so an important a trust.”
Without parting her lashes, she felt it, his stiffening, the subtle slowing of the flange, and alien evaluation. “Curses?”
Lifting red lashes, Evangeline looked at the monstrosity fucking her in his bath. “Of the worst sort.”
“Lies.”
“Check your manual. Section 47.2 Human Pets.”
Three eyes blanked for a moment and seconds later refocused, the maw beneath it working its jaw. “I will give you nothing but the best, mother of warriors, pretty siren pet, Evangeline, so long as you season strong young.”
It could not be as easy as this. Life had made that clear enough. “I will want to go home. I miss my parents and friends.”
