Wrecked - A Dark Sci-Fi Romance

I look into the big, brutal face of the alien holding me, and I hope he is not as cruel as he looks. If he is, I still can’t help myself. I am caught in a powerful vortex of wild emotion, my senses suddenly exposed to all the wonders of a world and my own internal desires.

His expression softens. He can read the desperation on my face. See the grazes and bruises that should, by all rights, be broken bones and deep gashes.

How did I survive?

The question echoes around my head, then gets lost in the mix of everything else. He leans down, his hair falling over his face and mine, a dark curtain that cuts out the rest of the world. I see his dark eyes, nearly black, drawing me in.

“Stop,” he repeats. “Or… I… won’t…”

I buck my hips forward. How do I stop what I cannot control? My body is not mine. Has never been mine. I am a collection of dirty, hungry impulses and questions, and he is the answer to all of them.

He lets out a sigh and gestures to the others. “Igz vizla sinsoday.”

They saunter off ahead of us, three broad-shouldered beasts leaving us to the red desert dust.

“You,” he says, pausing as if searching for a word. “Have to…”

The words are so uncomfortable and foreign on his tongue, but he knows them. He must be a very intelligent creature to be able to speak the language of those from other stars. I understand Vargons enough to know that I am not on the planet I was born on. I have been taken far away, I have been cast into the winds, and now I am wrapped in the arms of a beast who I can barely communicate with.

He touches me. He pulls me close and he starts to give me what I need. But it is not what I expect. There is a hunger between my thighs that I know can only be sated with the rough thrust of a hard cock.

That is not what happens. He is hard, but I do not receive that hardness. Instead he pins me against his body, swipes some of the wetness from my pussy and presses the hot finger back where it was. This time, the tight ring of muscle doesn’t stay tight. It gives way slowly to him, allows him inside me, and I feel my body become host to another being, the tip of his hot finger sinking inside me.

“Ungh,” I grunt.

He pulls it free, then pushes it back again.

“You stop, when I say,” he growls. “You will… obey me.”

His words are halting, delivered between the grunts and moans escaping my mouth. My bottom has become the nexus of his authority. He is teaching me a lesson of obedience, and that is why there is a tightness and a sternness. I am not getting what I want. I am taking what he wants to give.

“Please,” I whine.

“Do as I say,” he repeats. “Tell me you understand.”

Do I understand? I know I feel the heat of his finger burning away inside my bottom. I know that he could hurt me if he wanted to, but he’s using a very specific piece of my body to make his point.

We do not have many words. We do not know one another at all. We are strangers from strange worlds, but this is a point of connection I understand.

“Yes,” I gasp as his digit sinks further inside me.

“There is… time for this,” he says. “But not now. Not here. Is… danger.”

I do not see any danger other than him, but I believe him. The size and power of this creature, if he is concerned about something out here, then I am too.

He pulls his finger free of the tight hole between my cheeks and picks me up again. This time, he doesn’t throw me over his shoulder. Instead, he holds me close to his body, letting me wrap my legs around his waist as he starts to move toward the tall rocky outcroppings in the distance. They look like shelter. That’s what I need. This big world with its unseen danger is too much for me. I want to hide. For the moment, the only cover is his bulk and his hair. I feel the planes of his musculature against me, the soft curtain of his hair blocking out the strangeness of the world that threatens to rush in on me.

* * *

Isu

The human clings to me and I feel a surge of protection rushing through my veins.

She is small, soft, scared. She is bruised, but not broken. She is strong, though she trembles with the fear of her weakness. I have seen many beautiful things in my warrior life, but there is something so simply elegant and desirable about the unclothed human with a cheap collar about her throat, wrists, and ankles.