Emma is mine now.
SEVEN
Emma
I don’t knowwhat’s happening to me. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know anything, really—except that when Khan begins to make a strange, rumbling noise, it feels like a warm silk blanket being draped over my naked body. Where his growling made wetness gush from my pussy in a way that should be a biological impossibility, this new sound makes me calm and sleepy, like I’ve been given a strong tranquilizer.
His huge cock is still inside me, my legs are wrapped around his hips, the spot on my neck where he bit me is throbbing painfully. I should be untangling myself, fighting him off, giving him a lecture about consent, and demanding that he take me home. Instead, I’m curled up against his huge, hard chest and feeling inexplicably calm.
What was in that injection those lizard things gave me? I don’t recognize myself; it’s like I have no control over my body’s response to anything.
I’ve had good sex before, but what we just did… it was on another level entirely. I didn’t know anything could feel so wonderful. And even though my pussy is raw and aching, even though I came so hard and for so long that I thought my orgasm would never end, I find myself wanting more.
I breathe him in, absurdly wishing I could stay like this in his arms forever. My thoughts are all over the place and I just let them run through my mind, too exhausted to examine them in much detail.
Something happened to Khan’s cock as he was fucking me. It grew bigger in some way—long after it was already hard. Shortly before he came, there was a searing pain at the entrance to my pussy, and it felt like he was no longer able to thrust and withdraw the way he had been doing. Even now, it feels lodged inside me. I wish I had the strength to ask him about it.
Funny how I’m thinking about details like that when I should be focusing on the bigger picture. I just got fucked by an alien who rescued me from a slave auction.
I may or may not be on a spaceship right now, but I’m definitely not on Earth.
Nor am I dreaming, unfortunately. This is all too real.
Other beings injected me with something that turned me into a nympho for this huge, purple beast.
How am I still so fucking calm?
We’re moving. Khan is carrying me somewhere, his chest still vibrating with what sounds like a big cat’s purr. The next minute, we’re sinking onto a soft surface…
A bed.
I’m still wrapped around him but I move my leg so it doesn’t get crushed as he positions us on our sides.
God, I’m so tired.
I’m filthy, my thighs and groin are soaked with a mixture of my juices and Khan’s cum, and I’m still wearing the tattered remains of my club outfit. I should be looking for a shower, new clothes, and a way to get home.
But all I want to do is sleep.
My eyelids are so heavy, I don’t resist when they droop shut. Khan’s purring is permeating every fiber of my being, as comforting as a cup of hot chocolate on a cold, snowy evening.
It’s no good. With a little sigh, I allow the darkness to overtake me…
* * *
There’sa brief second when I wake up where I have a fleeting hope that it was all a dream. Then I see Khan looking down at me, his dark eyes glittering with an emotion I can’t read.
“Emma,” he says softly.
God, his scent… it makes my tummy flutter and my heart pound.
What is wrong with me?
I take a moment to assess. While I’m still dressed in my torn clothing and lying on the bed, he’s withdrawn from me and is sitting up, gazing down at me. He’s wearing a tunic now instead of that leather harness. It looks like a modern version of something the Romans would have worn, in a shimmering shade of dark blue, and sets off his lilac coloring and midnight hair perfectly. While he smells as wonderful as he did before, the underlying musky note of fresh sweat has gone. He must have showered while I was asleep.
I suddenly want a shower more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life—except, maybe, how badly I wanted Khan a short while ago.
Sitting up, I wince at the sudden, sharp pang in my sex. Then my fingers go to my shoulder, where he bit me. I can’t see the wound, but I can feel the raised, hot flesh.
