The Human Hunter (Alien Overlords 1)

I make up for all his not looking at me by staring at him. I could stare for hours and still not take in every hot aspect about him. His hair is a whole phenomenon all on its own. Thick and dark and shining, I want to wrap my hands in it and…

“Human,” he barks. “I bring you a bounty.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

Thank you? Why did I say that? I should have said something smarter. Sexier. Show me your bounty, and I’ll show you mine—something like that. Something only a confident woman would say.

A bit of the bounty drips onto the carpet.

He flexes his claws. They are five inches long, extending from each and every one of his fingers. He’s made to kill. No wonder he has carved out a living as a hunter of humans. Most people hate him and his kind, though they’d never say it because saying it is illegal.

“I need a bioscan to confirm the identity and claim the reward,” he says. “Because of the missing parts.”

“Sure. One moment.”

I still want so badly to say something sexy, confident, and seductive to him, but there is a gutted human on my desk, and Rath has no interest in me. I don’t know if he actually distinguishes me from the computer terminal in terms of being sentient.

I could process the corpse in a matter of seconds if I had to. But I draw it out. The dead body is gross, but not so gross that I don’t want to soak up every second in Rath’s presence.

“Good hunt?” There, that’s a good question for a bounty hunter.

Rath doesn’t answer me. It’s like I didn’t speak at all. If he were human, I’d call him an asshole for that. But he’s not human. He’s korabi and very high status. I think he attended the royal academy at one point, though I’m not entirely sure how I know that.

Knowledge is a dangerous thing for a human to have. I know a few things I’m not supposed to know. I know history that is supposed to be secret. I discovered it while doing research. That’s what I call the snooping I do through the archives I’m not supposed to have access to. I found out korabi aliens aren’t native to this planet. Neither are humans. They brought us here about fifty years ago, and we’re all super lucky to be here. We don’t know how lucky we are. That’s the slogan, and of course, I agree with it.

“What is taking so long?” Rath is looking at me now. Actually looking at me. I’ve been his admin for almost a year, but most of our work has been remote. There’s never been any reason for our paths to cross, though they have come tangential from time to time.

* * *

One year ago…

“Your new administrator, Rath. Use her as you see fit.”

Those last words really have no limits. As an elite at the Gettem corporation, I am fully available to the bounty hunter I serve. It is not uncommon to hear moans and sometimes screams coming from administrator offices. Thick korabi cocks spear inside tight human flesh every day here. Alien semen and human juices of desire are consumed by the carpet bots just as often as human blood.

Rath turns to look at me. He is so heavily augmented he barely looks korabi. He looks like a super korabi; a creature made better and more advanced than any of the more common hunters who frequent these halls.

I stare at him, wide-eyed. He stares back at me with a possibly even more stunned expression.

“What is your name?”

“Lyric.”

“Is it.”

He seems unsurprised and yet surprised. I don’t know why. Maybe this is how he always is. The piercing augmented stare he is giving me makes me feel as though he is inspecting every internal part of me one at a time and taking my full measure. His skin is a deep purple-blue. It lights up with the augmentations beneath, which operate everything from his eyes to his muscles to the secondary characteristics which do not belong to him naturally. The backs of his forearms have hard ridges, which allow sharp blades to emerge when necessary. He is a magnificent creature, and I find my elite brain absolutely flooded by hormones. I want him to use me. I want him to bend me over my bland gray desk and thrust that augmented cock inside me. It’s an urge which comes from the very core of me in a frighteningly powerful rush that leads me to blush profusely. Can he see my sudden desire? Can he smell it?

I stare back so hard that even he begins to find it strange amid all his staring.

“What is it, human? Are your augmentations malfunctioning?”

“No, sir. You’re just so very impressive.”

He turns away from me without acknowledging what I’ve said.