“You’re more pleasing this way,” His deep voice echoes like a rockslide, hitting me like one.
My mouth works soundlessly, unable to find the words, so overcome with anger. “That. Is. The. Single most hurtful thing anyone has ever said.” I pause, gasping for air to steady my nerves. “My Chanel suit and matching Birkin bag are the epitome of style. The colors match my blonde hair and silver eyes perfectly. The fitting was excellently tailored to bring in my waist and highlight my...” My words trail off, realizing I’m naked, speaking to my alien abductor about clothes he doesn’t understand.
Dracoth watches with an unreadable expression. “Whatever,” I exhale deeply. “Lead the way so I can get my clothes back already.” I gesture down the dim corridor, eager to get this—whatever it is—over with.
“You first,” Dracoth rumbles, mimicking my gesture down the empty corridor, already proving himself a tiresome bore.
“No, you—”
Dracoth moves like a bolt of red lightning, clutching me under one arm like a sack of laundry. I squeal and thrash in protest, but it’s no use. His grip is as unbreakable as molten rock.
“Put me down, you asshole!” I demand, covering my boobs, mortified that my bum is hanging in the air, exposed.How come he cradles the others like delicate children, but I’m carried like baggage for the overhead compartment?
He marches down the passage, each thudding step sending jolts through me.This is not going well at all! Althoughmaybe pissing him off might benefit me?Dracoth’s body emits incredible heat, like he’s made of burning coals. Probably his bore energy radiating out of him, I think sulkily, feeling utterly powerless, hoping no one ever discovers this embarrassment.
Straining my neck, I look up to see we are fast approaching a door.
“Wait, wait!” I protest, wincing that he’s about to use my head like a battering ram, until it slides open in a smooth swoosh. This room seems like a medical facility, with benches and surgical-like tools scattered around. A sense of dread quickens my breaths, not helped by the sight of the scary Demon Egg-Head alien.
“Ah, good. You brought the plump one,” the cheeky asshole demon alien states with a twisted look of excitement.
My anger flares hotter than Dracoth’s body. “Who you calling plump, you old demon—” Dracoth’s immense hand covers my mouth, sealing in my impotent rage.
“Ah, this one speaks! Won’t this be nice?” He gazes at me with a yellow-fanged smile that’s as reassuring as razor-blades. “Place her in the healing pod,” he commands, gesturing towards strange cylinder pods at the far side.
A surge of relief washes away some dread—the term ‘healing’ is much nicer than ‘anal probe.’ Though I frown, noticing most of them appear broken, with large cracks on the translucent screens.
What kind of two-bit operation are these morons running?
Dracoth hurries towards the pod, jiggling me senseless in the process.
“This one speaks much nonsense. She may be mentally impaired,” he declares. Demon Egg-Head cackles while I’m shaking with rage, feeling strangely betrayed by his shitty assessment of me. Without thinking, I bite his massive hand.
Immediately I regret my action. It’s like biting a hot rock covered in thick, hardened leather. Dracoth glares down at me, grimacing, while I’m uselessly mouthing his hand.
“As suspected,” he mutters.
“You’re a hard one to please, young Dracoth. First, they’re too quiet; now, they talk too much.”You tell him!Demon Egg-Head laments as Dracoth bundles me into the so-called healing pod with none of the gentleness he showed Carmen. His obvious favoritism grates on my nerves.
Dracoth closes the pod door, sealing me inside with only my panic for company. My hands push and thump against the translucent screen, but it’s unyielding, feeling like hardened plastic and emitting a dull echo.
“This one’s feisty,” Demon Egg-Head smirks, making my skin crawl. “Though she better not break our last healing pod. If she knows what’s good for her.” His expression twists into one of grotesque intensity that freezes me in place, promising retribution.
He is more terrifying than Dracoth!My mouth works soundlessly, as useless as my trembling body.
Green mist spills into the cramped pod. Driven by instinct, I hold my breath and shift my head, attempting to avoid the ominous gas. Dracoth folds his massive arms, glaring at me with a blank expression, while Demon Egg-Head stares at a blue glowing projection. Their cold indifference to me being experimented on like a lab rat sickens me.
It’s no use. The green vapors contaminate the air, and my lungs beg for oxygen, forcing me to inhale.
Oh... oh my!
A sensation of bliss blooms within me, washing away all my fear and anger. It’s like I’m carried away on a beautiful yacht, with the waters lapping gently and the sun beaming down from a cloudless sky, warming my skin. A sound like the sweetest musiccaresses my ears, then I realize it’s me giggling, which heightens my laughter further.
Warmth fills my body, making me squirm, and a familiar yearning pools between my legs as my face heats and my nipples harden. My hand travels to the aching need pulsing from my core until I stop, remembering where I am—who I’m with.
The red titan stands partially obscured by the delightful swirling mist, with arms folded. His crimson eyes burn, his face expressionless.
Does he like what he sees? What is the big brute thinking, standing there like a blank statue? Does he want to fuck me like he wants to fuck Sandra?
