Instinct A Dark Sci-Fi Romance

I sit beside the fire and take the device she used to drain my consciousness out of the pouch at my waist.

“Careful!” she calls out. “Don’t touch that button.”

I glance at her and turn it over in my fingers. I know it is dangerous. I also know it is powerful. A little device capable of rendering a beast many times her size completely unconscious. It reminds me of the tales from our ancestors. They had stories of many marvels of Teknolge. All those marvels have been lost. There are artifacts, but they do nothing besides sit like shiny rocks, adorning the ancestor’s caves.

“It’s dangerous,” she repeats. “Don’t knock yourself out and fall into the fire and burn yourself! Be careful! Let me show you how to use it!”

I quirk a brow at her. This is her weapon. Alone she could never best me, but with this? It is as if the heavens opened and struck me down. And she is willing to show me how to use it so I don’t hurt myself? What a strange creature she is.

I put it away in my pouch and turn my attention fully on her. She looks at me with wide, welling eyes and she asks me the question I know she has been eager to ask.

“You can understand me?”

I nod.

“Then speak to me.”

I hesitate. Words are not the primary means of messaging in our world. A man speaks as little as possible, and only when necessary.

“I know you can. Please. Talk to me. Tell me why you’ve taken me. Tell me what you’re going to do with me. Please. Let me go. I have to go.”

She babbles words like a river flowing. Words are precious. Should be used sparingly. She wastes her breath, repeats herself, makes endless senseless sound.

Chapter Four

Tselia

“Stop.”

The word leaves his lips in a heavy grunt.

I stop, in vain hope that he will say more. He doesn’t. He just sits next to the fire and lets the terrible silence wash between us. The plants he has strung me with make it impossible for me to flee. He has propped me naked against the cave wall, left me to sit and stew in the hopeless misery of my situation.

He gets up. I follow him with my eyes, hoping he will say something, do something, but he just… leaves.

I call out, whimpering after him, but he takes no time to tell me where he is going or why. The fire crackles in the stone circle and I am left alone and bound, a prisoner inside an alien mountain.

I draw in a deep breath to try to stop myself from panicking. There has to be a way out of this. The Patron will check in on my ship at some point. Probably not right away. Not even he believes I can mess things up this completely in such a short period of time.

If I can get out of these bindings, I may be able to find my way back to the crashed shuttle. That’s all I need. My clothing is lying nearby, my boots discarded on the floor. I yearn for the touch of clothing, to escape the vulnerability of this position.

All these thoughts mean nothing, because I cannot escape the ties. I try wriggling. I try rubbing the vines against rocks. They hold firm, surprisingly resilient. I try to shimmy out of them, but my captor knows his craft and there is no way out.

In the end, it is all I can do to get myself into a comfortable position nearer the fire and simply await his return. I am still sticky between my thighs where he spent his cum, and I am certainly aching with the effects of his discipline and the rough thrusting of his cock, plundering my innocence and virginity, showing me what it is to be a human female.

I wonder if it is always like that, between a woman and a man. I wonder if that is how it was for thousands of years, before we became too advanced for the act of love and wore implants that made procreation impossible. There was pain, but there was pleasure too—a kind I have never felt, not even when imbibing the best of our stimulants.

He has changed me forever. There is no returning from what has taken place. I will have to hide the fact that I know what intercourse is, in the truest sense. I will have to return to a chaste state.

Already, I can sense that will be troublesome. He took me without regard for my desire, but I was soaked with it, and now that I know what it is to be fucked, properly, truly taken by a male who has no qualms about spilling his seed inside me, I do not know if I can go the rest of my life without ever feeling it again. Perhaps I can program a simulation to re-enact it. Maybe I can find a toy to… no. There is no way I can recreate the experience I had with some inanimate object. He was so fully, entirely alive. He made me feel alive.