Page 29 of The Torment Games


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I ride him hard — just as hard as he fucked me earlier. I feel his cock stiffen inside me, no doubt turned on by this sudden reversal.

His hands find my hips and helps slam me harder onto his dick. His cock is a thing of beauty, so long and yet firm. As he recovers from his earlier exertions, I bring myself to my next orgasm, squeezing my breasts and pinching the nipples between my fingers.

“Ohhhhhh!” I moan as he impales me over and over again.

His hips buck as I begin to tire. I’ve reached my peak. No way I can keep riding him like this!

But now he takes over for the third round. He fucks me from below, hammering me with each vicious thrust. It’s all I can do to hold on as my legs shake, my breath hitches in my throat, and my pussy begs for mercy.

I place my hands on his bent knees as he continues to go totown. I hold on tight, a scream building up in the pit of my throat, and as he begins to grunt, his strokes intensifying even more, I throw back my head and scream into the infinite night.

His own growl roars from his lips as his thick, hot man juice is pumped into me, one delicious thrust after another.

I feel dizzy, my head spinning.

And yet he continues to grind inside me, spilling every last iota of seed into me.

Finally satiated, I slide him out of me and collapse on the tabletop beside him. I curl up close and he wraps his arm around me, drawing me to him, kissing me on the forehead.

We luxuriate there a moment, feeling, enjoying, the sensation.

I know this whole shitshow is going to reset at some point but right now, we are happy together, cocooned in each other’s arms.

And, although I’m doubtless millions of lightyears from Earth, I get this strange feeling like I am home. Like I belong.

In the arms of a strange alien male from another world. I can’t help but smile. Who would have thought?

I notice the hedgerows of the maze in the distance, silvery-gold in the artifical moonlight, shivering. Then I spot the cloud of green racing across the platform’s surface.

And I know the end is coming.

I look up into M’ijel’s eyes. I can’t stop the tears from forming. Are they tears of helplessness? fear? anger? …happiness?

I’m not sure. It’s probably a mixture of all those emotions. But above all, it’s love and affection for this creature that saved me not once, but twice, from those disgusting beasts down in the maze.

I smile at him, and he wipes a thumb across my cheek,clearing the tears that rolled down them. “Everything’s going to be all right,” he says.

I nod, knowing that so long as I am at his side, that will always be true.

The green mist sweeps over the dilapidated ruins and up the temple’s steps.

I shut my eyes and take a deep breath as the mist storms over us, and all turns to black.

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Part Three

The Quest

Zoey

“Ten…”

Awakening again in my pod, the familiar countdown reverberates around me, yet something feels different this time.

As I sit up, my body protests with aches and pains, evidence of the lovemaking I endured before being knocked unconscious. I take a moment, collecting my thoughts, acutely aware of the continuous cycle we’re trapped in.

Through the glass of my pod, I see the other creatures, their forms distorted by rage and confinement. They pace and howl, a cacophony of primal anger that sends a shiver down my spine. They are a constant reminder of the savagery that surrounds us, the harsh reality of our situation.

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