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4
Lyssa
Manik is practicing with his weaponry. Like almost all unstable personalities, he prefers blades to anything else. I am sure he has all sorts of guns and explosives, but it is the V swords he most seems to like. They’re like normal swords, but there’s two of them mounted to a hilt at around a sixty-degree angle. I can only imagine the horrors that would ensue if one were to be caught in the gap between the two inner blades. And of course, he has two of them, so when he spins with muscular alacrity, he becomes something like a floor mounted ceiling fan of doom. This is not an apt description, I’m afraid, but it is hard to put thought to much of what he has engineered to maim and kill, let alone find words for it. I’m sure that one day I’ll make a full report of this to a journalist or a jury. Either way, someone is going to want specifics.
I can tell myself that I have a reason to be staring at him, rationalizing my thirst away. I’m not lusting after the mean alien. I’m gathering data. I’m not touching myself; I’m making sure his fingers didn’t do any damage. I’m not rubbing myself to another orgasm while hoping that he fucks me next time. I’m not sitting here with an alien fur blanket over my thighs, surreptitiously fingering myself. I’m not on the verge of another orgasm. I’m not going to… fuck… my god… mngghh…
PEW! PEW!
Bolts of electricity are being shot through the atmosphere and at the hideout with precision accuracy. I see Manik come racing in for cover between the flashing bolts.
I am at the point of no return. I can’t stop the climax. I am going to come possibly watching him die, which as fucked-up things go is pretty fucked up, but the heat is flashing through me and the tightness is tightening again and the peak is coming. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkkk…
“What the fuck!?”
Manik curses as he slams the door. I hear the bolt slam into it a moment later. He leans back against it, panting and staring at me. I haven’t moved from the bed, but he clearly blames me for whatever just happened out there.
I pull my fingers out of my aching sex and hope that he’s too freaked out about the near-death experience to notice what I was just doing.
“You.” He growls at me, his gaze locked on me with great fury. “You tried to kill me.”
Before I can deny that, he rushes forward and grabs me up from the blankets, his hands sliding underneath my arms. He lifts me up like a naughty puppy and pulls me close to scold me with furious snapping teeth.
“You try to take my life after I feed you? Why are your clothes half on?”
This is the downside to a jumpsuit. You can’t touch yourself without drawing the zipper down to a frankly suspicious level. My zip is all the way down past my navel.
He draws in a deep breath.
“You have pleasured yourself while I fought to survive,” he snarls. “What a twisted little animal you are.”
“I didn’t…”
There’s not really any way to deny what happened, because what he thinks happened is what happened, but it was an accidental coincidence. I can already tell he’s not going to believe me when I tell him that.
“What didn’t you do? You didn’t try to kill me, and you didn’t manage to succeed?”
“I can’t kill you with my pussy,” I blurt.
Some of his anger fades, but only momentarily. “Do not try to distract me, human. I may wish to fuck you, but I promise you, you do not want my cock with me in this temper. I do not like it when my little fuck pets try to kill me.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
He puts me down, but only so he can adjust his grip, moving from beneath my arms, to around my throat. One hand is now tightly wrapped about my trachea. He is not cutting off my breath, but he is making it abundantly clear that he could.
I am scared now. What happened wasn’t my fault, but there is no way I am going to convince him of that. I am now at the mercy of his better judgement — and everybody knows that there is no better judgment in Manik. He’s a vicious, violent creature with not a bone of mercy in his body.
“I am going to punish you now,” he informs me, stripping the rest of the suit from my body. It falls around my ankles but no further. I am now hobbled as well as nearly choked.
“It wasn’t…” I manage to croak out the words before he squeezes just hard enough to keep me from talking.
“Quiet,” he says. “Excuses, explanations, they won’t change anything now. Now I am going to make your little pussy pay for your insolence.”
His words make me quiver and throb, my inner walls gripping at a cock that isn’t there yet. I fucking want him. Even under threat of pain of death he is making me hot all over again. Some people have said I have a death wish. They’ve said I’m reckless, and that my career is going to end in a short, miserable mess. Specifically, the bounty master I got Manik’s details from said that to me. He told me Manik would kill me.
Maybe he was right.
He pushes me back against a wall and hikes me up on instrumentation. I am too short for him standing, but up here my wet, all-too-prepared pussy is exposed to his cock. I see it now for the first time. He’s still holding my throat as he bares himself, and his unholy alien cock seeks my sex out. Looking down between my instinctively spread thighs, I see him there. He is so impossibly large, and his cock does not look like a cock should. It is not shaped the way a human male’s manhood is. It is not a thick head and a shaft designed with sufficient length to plant seed deep inside me. It is a battering ram of flesh with the sinuous abilities of a snake. It is blue, and it is throbbing with hot life.
