Alien Bride

Our bride-to-be loses all control.

Eyes rolling back, muscles turning limp, Emma becomes erratic. She appears possessed by our power. Our rhythm is mechanical, systematic like the Empire’s mode of control. Like a well oiled machine, we pump and drill.

Her gasps echo throughout the sacred chambers. “I’m coming,” she finally manages to say.

We are coiled together, knees keeping her thighs apart. “I’m coming too,” Lök groans.

“Fuck,” Rekker hisses. “Oh, fuck! My mate. My bride. I fucking love you.”

My balls seize, shaft bouncing against her soft sponge, making her squeal louder.

“Be our bride,” I grunt.

Warmth floods around my shaft. They are spilling seed before I can.

Emma turns her head, nearly floored by her orgasm. Swallowing, she whispers. “It feels so fucking good.”

I can’t take it anymore. This bitch is too much for an alien like me. She’s got me glued to her, promising all sorts of craziness. Marriage. Sacred vows through seed and female ovulation.

I should have known. She had me from the start.

The pressure bursts inside, and my muscles contract and expand. Erratic and quick, I drape her walls with hot seed.

A pleasure like no other fills my chest.

Emma rocks her hips and smiles, laughing as she comes back down. “I’m yours,” she whispers, tongue out to tease. “I’ll always be yours.”

In awe, I glance at the golden statue.

This is what we were destined to do. And once the Empire is finished, our kin will know what we did was real.

This is real.

We spill our cum and let out tough, masculine roars. Seething noises escaped through clenched teeth. Eyes shut and muscles flex over her softness, the delicacy of female.

Fragile. Yet, so strong.

Seed is everywhere. Covering her body, dripping down her thighs, draped across her tits, and plastered on the concrete.

Together, we lower to the ground and cuddle, admiring the one woman who could bring us back to what we were from the very beginning.

We were breeders. We were not made to kill. We were tempted into that because of our drive to spread our genetics, but we used to live in peace.

There is only one truth. I’m not coming back from this.

I am in love with a human, and I’m never letting go.

Eleven

Emma

How does this happen?

How does a human being from Chicago end up in the arms of three massive alien bodies?

Two days ago, I would have scoffed at the idea. I might’ve turned angry. But right now, I can’t stop smiling.

There’s just something about them. Maybe it’s their struggle. In so many ways, I identify with it, but I’m also on the other side. I’ve never experienced that much hardship.