Page 5 of Taken By the Zypherian King

I would much rather die in a fantasy or drugged state than stare it sober in the face.

The blue alien and the others exchanged words I understood but didn’t register, and then we were alone.

I physically felt his hot gaze drift over my body from head to toe. Would he ravish me before he drained me of my blood? Being ravished by him didn’t sound that bad, and frankly, if I had to die, I didn’t mind fucking this man first.

Thankfully, my mind was so far gone that the words died, and being taken by this alien didn’t really hold any terrifying meaning to me; they were just words in those moments like sun or flower. I lacked all comprehension of repercussions and consequences.

He was so close now I could have easily touched him. Orange eyes bored into me with keen interest. He said something, but again, my mind refused to fuse the words together to make any kind of sense to me.

By its own accord, my hand lifted, driven by a sudden urge to feel his skin—his so very blue skin. I had to reach high, to touch my palm to his chiseled cheeks—he was so much taller than me, more than a head. Once my fingers touched his skin, every cell of my hand became alive.

“You are so handsome.” In my mind, those words came out clear, but Zayden later told me that they were slurred and addled.

“You are very beautiful yourself,” he replied in a deep voice that was warm, like a caress.

His hands rose. So large, I marveled as they blurred in and out of focus. Both of them encircled my waist, his fingers spread, encompassing all of my stomach and most of my back. His thumbs brushed up against the material holding my tits up. In response, my nipples puckered.

No man had ever touched me like this. Like… as if he owned me. I knew that thought should have sobered me, like so many others before, but it didn’t. Instead, I let myself fall deeper and deeper into whatever drug they had given me, escaping into a world where everything became only sensations.

And the sensations he rose in me were nothing short of spectacular, even though he had barely touched me yet.

His pinky fingers—a word that elicited a slight giggle because his pinky was larger than my thumb—played with the material of my skirt over my hips. Windshield wipering my flesh that instantly broke out in goosebumps of pleasure.

With a sudden flick, the skirt ripped and fell to the ground, followed by my bra-thing. He let go of me and stepped back. I swayed slightly under his hot gaze, only barely aware of my nakedness.

“You are so incredibly beautiful,” he groaned and took one large step forward, crushing me against his naked chest—why was his torso naked? That thought, too, only fluttered through my mind, drowned out the moment my tits and nipples were pressed against his hard abs—rock hard abs.

His hand reached for my hair and pulled so I was forced to lift my head. Hard lips crashed down on me, and with a small whimper, I opened my lips to let his tongue in. Yes, I thought, yes, ravish me. Deep down I wanted him more than I had ever wanted to be fucked before, but the way he was holding me took all choices from me, so I didn’t have to hold myself accountable for whatever happened next.

And I wanted next to happen, I did. My pussy was already becoming slick just from his touches and the way his tongue dominated mine. Large hands took hold of my tits, kneading them almost painfully, making me cry out with so much lust I nearly came.

My body responded to him as if it had been made for him. My mind tried to object, but it was caught in a fog of passion and drugs and didn’t stand a chance. Not until Zayden turned me around and folded me over a tall, narrow table after wiping whatever stood on it down to the floor. The sound of metal hitting rock and glass breaking echoed in my head.

His hand moved between my legs, eliciting a keening sound from me as his fingers moved over my clit, spread my juices around, and entered my hole. It was when I felt the large head of his cock by my entrance that my mind finally succeeded in breaking through to me.

“No!” I screamed, writhing underneath him, twisting. “No!” I didn’t want this. I didn’t want this alien to fuck me, no matter what my body said. For some reason, it was of the utmost importance to me to make him know that. Whatever happened next, I wanted him to know that I said No!

ZAYDEN

Gods, this female was responsive to me like none other. Her mouth tasted intoxicating. Her tongue wrapped around mine, pushed and played with it, arousing me to no end.

Her hard nipples dug into my chest, and her pliable breasts gave in under the pressure. The urge to touch them grew until I couldn’t help but grab both of them with a hand, plucking at her nipples and hearing her cry out in pleasure.

My cock was harder than ever before, pulsing with the need to bury itself deep into her wet depths. I turned her around, needing to bury myself up to the hilt in her warm canal of pleasure. My hips were already rocking in anticipation, but I still had enough of a mind left to move my fingers over her pussy to ensure she was wet for me. She was.

Whatever blood was left in my body rushed into my hard and swollen cock. I would have loved to explore her body further first, but I told myself there would be time for it later. Right then, I was sure I would explode if I didn’t get to bury myself into her slick folds. Now!

A high table was just right for what I had in mind. Just a quick fuck now, a release, then I would get to know her better, I promised myself as sanity and clarity slowly left with every drop of blood demanded by my cock to engorge even more. I swear the horny bastard had never been this thick and hard.

Reluctantly I let go of her tits so my arms could swipe out and clear the table of all its useless knickknacks. The sound of shattering glass and metal hitting rock appealed to my primal urges even more. Almost violently, I bent her over the table and spread her legs. I scented her intoxicating arousal, so sweet it blurred my senses.

The tip of my cock teased her entrance. I closed my eyes in anticipation of conquering her cunt, when suddenly she twisted herself around and screamed, “No!”

It took her screaming the word a second time before it truly penetrated my mind. Immediately I stepped back. “No?”

The moment I let go of her, she twisted to fully face me. Now her pupils were like pinpricks, large, blue discs, blazing in fury and… yes, there was definitely desire. I squinted my eyes. What kind of game was the female playing? Like any male, though, I stepped back, ignoring my throbbing cock and balls.

She righted herself, swaying slightly on her feet. She held one arm up, palm out as if trying to fend me off or stop me. A ridiculous notion because if I had wanted to, I could have overpowered her in a second without breaking a sweat.

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