Page 2 of Taken By the Devilish King

I open one eye. I expect to find sterile lighting and big-headed aliens with terrible skin but instead I'm surrounded by color and soft furnishings. There are fabrics in different shades of blue and red draped across the ceiling that match the silky smooth sheets of the large bed I'm in the middle of.

"O-kay..." I whisper and open the other eye.

The room is circular with lots of rugs, low tables, and cushions. Cushions everywhere.

"Wait a minute!" I exclaim as I sit up in bed.

I'm on set.

Yeah. That's right. I'm on set and my earlier hallucination of floating in the desert was just that. A hallucination. The crew found me and came to pick me up and my brain made up some UFO and the whole flying thing. Maybe I'd gotten some sort of food poisoning which would explain the confusion. And the passing out.

"Okay. That sounds more plausible. Karma! Karma, where are you?"

I need some water. My mouth is super dry and I can feel the oncoming headache. We can't have any of that.

"Karma?"

I look for my PA but there's no one around.

Actually, now that I think about it, why is the room closed off? Where are the cameras supposed to go? Or are they going for more intimate closeup shots?

Perhaps they found the perfect real location and couldn't afford passing it up. I could find out what’s going on if there was anyone around, for fuck sake.

Where did everyone go?

"Hello? Anyone here?"

And with that, a door opposite the bed opens and my voice catches in my throat.

Three men walk in. Two stand on either side of the door and the third one walks up to me and stops at the foot of the bed.

But that's not the reason I find myself unable to speak. It's because they're all painted blue, with bright sapphire contact lenses and robotic tails that move in sync with their bodies.

"Hello, Earth woman," says the guy in front of me.

He has short, black hair and stands almost six feet tall with the prettiest face I've seen on anyone, alien or human.

He’s topless, because of course who in their right mind would cover those well defined pecs and chest? We want our movies to make money after all, and thirst traps are mandatory.

Hell, even I can’t stop myself from staring at them, which is so embarrassing, but hey, a girl’s gotta eat and eating with my eyes isn’t hurting anyone, is it?

Oh shit. My gaze lands on something long, blue and…mean. Is that his…cock?

It’s unlike any third leg I’ve ever seen before, and it’s unashamedly hard. The slit is winking right at me.

What’s wrong with production? Why would they give them such blatant body parts? Are they looking for an R rating with this latest entry?

And he’s not the only one brandishing a big alien cock. It’s the guards too although they don’t seem to be “aroused”. What the fuck? And why the fuck can’t I stop staring?

His voice is smooth and sultry and the way he looks at me—when I manage to pry my eyes from his prosthetic length—with bright slitted eyes that remind me of the blue waters of the mediterranean does something to me. I don't know what it is because I've never found any of the aliens in any of the films attractive, but my clit throbs under his watch.

"Damn. The SFX guys did a fantastic job with you. You…look so real," I tell the man and cross my legs before I do something completely inappropriate that gets me into trouble. Like beckon him closer and invite him to lie with me right between my thighs.

"SFX?" he asks as if he's genuinely confused and it takes me a moment to remember what we’re even talking about.

Hm. Perhaps he's new to the industry and doesn't know all the terms yet.

He keeps staring at me with fire in his eyes and lips pursed slightly to the side, almost in a grin, as if he’s also finding it impossible to stop.

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