Primal (Alpha Unknown 1)

My deep and resonant moans turned into sharp howls as my body palpitated with abrupt and deconstructed rhythms. I was so... was confused even the right word to use? It actually felt incredible. I didn’t want him to stop. This occurrence was my entire fault. The beasts that roamed the zone fed off one thing only: my darkest wishes. Mine.

Deep down, that hulk of monster knew I wished to be seen for what I really was, an obedient submissive, and so he opened me as he must. And though I tried fighting it throughout the whole ordeal, his survival was dependent upon it. He wouldn’t let go until he poured through every single memory.

“Oh God,” I moaned. The pressure was mounting between my legs. Burning, so pure a sensation, it felt heavenly.

“Selfish cunt.”

“No,” I managed to say. It was the one thing I could stand on. I was a good person with decent intentions. “I have done everything for the people in my life.”

“You came here to find the stone tablet,” he growled and slapped my face.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He cackled and nodded. “Do not try to fool us.”

“Just… take me,” I said.

His cock was massive and about a thousand times harder than a hollow drill. My words eluded even me. It was like he had complete control over me. It was as if my body said it for me.

“You dare copulate with a god? I’ll tear through those walls, sweetness.”

“I-I-I...”

He lurched his head forward and slid his tongue inside me He felt so warm and devastatingly good it worried me. He twisted around my core until he hit my spot. He massaged tenderly, knowing exactly how to treat me. “Mm...”

“Yes,” I grunted and forced my hips back against his sinful heat. “I’m coming... it’s so good... fucking coming.”

He gave me what I had been looking for.

Wave upon wave of absolute pleasure shot through me like fire against the wet pull of gasoline. It came so fast it actually hurt, and I quickly tried to force his head back. But my body turned rigid and tense, and I took to quick laughter as more pleasure enveloped me like a heavy, coiling reptile. I fell into darkness and wild satisfaction. I knew what bad was, now, and in the flash of ultimate decadence, I wondered if I even wanted to return home.

The pleasure sifted with each pounding breath outward. One thin tear slid against the arch of my cheekbone. Shining beautifully against the light, it rolled until it seeped into the mattress below. There was so much I wanted out of life, but it had all been such a letdown.

As the orgasm declined, my reality shifted. Suddenly, the feeling of the beast’s tongue disappeared completely. Finally able to move again, I kicked back to escape but felt nothing. The phantom was gone. The only thing remaining was a single key with a note:

Run.

-Cadmar

The red line where he scratched my hip was burning. The cut closed into a scar, nice and quick. Even if I knew how to escape, I couldn’t back out now. He had claimed a portion of me, and the worst part was I somehow had allowed him to do it. He’d tricked me, but the guilt sti

ll felt the same.

I knew the beast who had taken and consumed my memories, guzzling me down like thick and delicious syrup. Still quite shaken up, I took the note and key, and wiped my moist head against one of the scattered pillows. Swallowing, I inhaled and tried to focus on what was real around me. I glanced down at my panties near the bathroom and felt a level of shame and disgust. Slowly, I put them on, trying my hardest not to think about what had just happened.

The door was still wide open, and the hallway felt emptier than ever. How many people had stayed in this room? Hundreds, probably. Thousands would have been too high a guess. The natives respected the legends too much to pry like my scientific team. We were the only ones stupid enough to come this close.

“I never should have come here,” I muttered before pocketing the key.

I realized this was just the beginning of my interaction with those monsters. And as much as I dreaded leaving the room, I had to face my fears. As I made my way toward the door, a heavy smell meandered through my nose.

Smoke.

Before I could react, the lights dimmed to black. I reached out and patted my palm against the wall for guidance, but I was stunned. Within the passing of a second, alarms blared sharp and rusty as if the sound was slightly off or detuned. The oscillations pierced and forced me to cover my ears as I swept forward like a blind woman against a hurricane. The smell of smoke grew, and I had no idea just how much had already filled my room.

“Help!” I screamed.

The sprinklers above popped and sprayed over my body, cold as ice and completely paralyzing. Lunging forward, I grabbed the doorknob, but the door forced itself shut from the other side. Smoke was everywhere. I pulled back, but I couldn’t escape it and fell into a fit of coughing on the rough carpet. Still, I crawled and pounded against the door to make some noise. I would not die here. I would not—