I didn’t know if these men, these alien creatures, could be soft, but they are. They’re being easy with their women while they fuck them or even simply care for them, making me wonder if they’ve also been getting used like I have or if they’re simply exhausted. Not that it matters either way, they're cared for in ways I could only ever dream of.
Adler sits me in his lap, nuzzling his face into my neck and lightly licking the sweaty skin for a moment. “Ride me, kitten. Then you can rest.” He says against my throat.
I’m exhausted and sore, but I obey my master and straddle his large lap. I plant my restrained hands on his shoulders, digging my nails into my palms while I sink down on his incredible cock.
I know the rules, he wants me to fuck myself hard, to ride him like my life depends on it, just like he expects his blowjobs. So I start to bounce and grind on him roughly, pinching my eyes tightly shut while I do.
Adler wraps his large hands around my waist, stilling my movements. “Easy, kitten. This can take all night if you want it to, don't hurt yourself.” He says quietly.
I open my eyes to stare into his, the same bright honey that he has in his human form. The same ones that I’ve grown to love over the month. I nod, unable to answer him with the gag in my mouth and start to slowly ride him.
This time when I close my eyes, it’s because it feels so good. He feels so good despite the fact that my body is sore and worn.
I tune out the rest of the room, all of the talking, the women moaning, and the growling. I tune out the music playing in the background and the overwhelming smell of alcohol, sweat, cum, and blood from the one woman who is now mated.
I force myself to tune out how jealous that makes me, that now she’s a part of this unit and linked to this man and his alien for the rest of her life.
Why can’t I have that? Why aren't I enough to get what she has?
I've never felt like a competitive person before, but I want to be like her and the other women here. I want to matter enough and be special enough to have my own bite.
Is it because I'm just a hooker? Is that why I'm not worthy of Adler biting me? That hurts but I know it's true.
I'm damaged goods, used and worn, and not even able to give him children.
Adler snaps my attention back to him with a rather sharp claw digging into my waist. I whine around the gag, tears forming in my eyes while a few pierce the skin and add to the smell of blood in the room.
I start riding him harder and faster, needing to get this part over with so I can lay against him for the last time in my life.
I hate that this is how I feel, I’ve never felt like sex with Adler has been about getting it over with, I've always wanted it to last. Now I just want what comes next. I want to wake up in his arms for the last time and feel his chest rise and fall in my sleep.
I want to pretend for the last time ever that I am loved and that I belong.
We stare into each other's eyes while I ride him, my face showing every emotion that I can't say and my eyes welling with tears while we fuck. This shouldn't be the last time, but it is.
Adler grips tighter on my waist, making me bite down on the gag while he pushes me down onto his knot and I start to feel him fill me. I throw my head back, both trying to subside the tears and trying to enjoy this moment while my eyes stay fixated on the ceiling.
Chapter 29
Violet
Iwake up the next morning exhausted, sore, and dreadful. I don’t want to be awake if being awake means that this is over.
I never want to wake up again if it means that this will be over.
I force myself to sleep in much later than I would like, assuming Adler will wake me up when he’s ready for his morning blowjob, but he doesn’t. He just stays here with me until I’m sure it’s so late that we’ve missed breakfast and possibly lunch.
That’s when I realize that I can’t keep delaying the inevitable. I can’t pretend to sleep forever just so that he’ll let me stay a little while longer.
It seems like he’s doing the same thing, delaying my leave. That or he’s just being considerate since I’m so exhausted from last night. Either way, none of this feels real when I know it will all be over once he knows I'm awake.
I finally pick my head up, seeing Adler staring down at me and somewhat smiling. It’s a beautiful smile, one that I hope I can accurately memorize years from now when I'm alone. “How are you feeling?” He asks.
I nod, biting the inside of my cheek in an attempt to not cry. “Fine.” I answer quietly. I can’t say much else without cracking. I can’t crack in front of this man when I know nothing I could say or do would change anything.
Adler gives a small nod and a look that I can’t decipher comes across his face. “Okay, well how about we get a nice warm bath? It will help your muscles.” He asks.
The composure I had fought so hard for cracks, and I feel a tear leak down my face. I shake my head no, quickly wiping it away, but he saw it and I can’t pretend he didn’t. “No, I should just go. Can you maybe call me a cab?” I ask with a strained voice.
