Page 17 of Fresh Flesh

Maisie

I cum sohard while Mlarx is fucking me that my legs turn to water, and I lose my balance. He grabs me around the waist and keeps me from face planting on the floor.

“Easy now,” he growls, lifting me up and putting me on the kitchen table facing him. His golden eyes smolder with desire. I spread my legs and lean back on the table, and he takes the bait.

Mlarx shoves his fat cock back into my pussy, stretching me and filling me once again. My eyes flutter closed as he thrusts into me with powerful, but precise strokes. I wrap my legs around his waist and draw him in, wanting to feel him inside of me to the fullest.

Mlarx’s eyes squeeze shut, and his toothy maw flies open to let out a deep groan. He fills me up with his hot seed, and then his cock twitches and throbs like it has a mind of its own. I ride the wave of pure bliss thundering from my pussy to spread to the rest of my body.

Spent, he leans over me, panting heavily. Mlarx kisses my neck, and then bites just hard enough I can feel the sharpness of his teeth.

“I have claimed you, little delicacy,” he growls. “Just don’t forget your impertinence will be met with further discipline.”

“I’m not sure that’s going to discourage me from being impertinent,” I say coyly.

He laughs and pats my cheek almost gently.

“You are something else, Maisie.”

On the one hand, I’m completely ecstatic. I finally got through to Mlarx, and I know he’s no longer considering trying to get rid of me.

On the other hand, now all three of my sexy alien captors all think I’m they’re one and only. Part of that is their own fault. None of them have admitted to the others that they’ve slept with me. I doubt Mlarx will do anything but continue the trend.

The only problem is, this puts me into a bit of a pickle. Mlarx strikes me as the jealous type for real, and since Lurg is the leader, he might try to claim me exclusively for himself.

It’s sort of like a hockey match. No matter who wins the game—in this case, I’m both prize and puck—it’s really hard on the puck.

I know for a fact I'm playing a very dangerous game. The danger only increases when they send me out for errands. If I happen to run into one of their superiors, it could spell trouble for them, and probably curtains for me. I can’t see their superiors not sending me directly to be harvested if they figure out what’s going on.

I have to be careful for the next couple of days, making sure that none of the superiors or any others I’ve come across in my journeys can see me.

I’m really worried about the fact that I was supposed to keep going until I reached the west coast. I heard there are humans living peacefully there with no Grengorans to lord it over them. It might just be a rumor, and in fact it probably is. It’s hard to imagine a place safe from the Grengorans.

They conquered Earth just a little bit too thoroughly for that.

I thought I wanted to escape from all Grengorans, and at the time I did. The west coast seemed like as good a place to run as any. Plenty of sunshine, temperate weather, and an ocean view for thousands of miles.

Only now, I’m not so sure I want to leave.

I’ve gotten used to the aliens. Okay, okay, I admit. I’ve grown straight up fond of Mlarx, Joras, and Lurg. I don’t want to leave them.

Besides, at this point, I’d have to try and run from them. I have a feeling none of the three would be willing to let me go. They’d hunt me down and bring me back regardless…and maybe I might not be able to stay out of the harvest after making them angry with an escape.

So I do my best to stay out of sight of the Gregorian superiors, and do my duties…all of my duties, official and unofficial…to the best of my ability.

At least Mlarx has gotten softer on me. Oh, he still spanks me, a lot. Usually, the spankings turn into something else. He almost always feels me up, and usually I end up riding his dick.

Something I can definitely get used to. I just hope that my dreamy little life I’ve fallen ass backward into doesn’t fall to pieces.

Which it could at almost any time.

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