DEE

Flood your womb.

Another woman would be scandalized by the outlandish words of the alien king, but I've rode his cock so many times and have yet to get tired of it. I'm complete when he's inside me. So when he commands me to get on my knees, promising to fill me if I behave, I drop.

He looks down at me, cocks hanging heavily in the air, erect and ready. He bends at the waist and cups my face and kisses me tenderly. I kiss him back, my toes and fingers curling as I remain on my knees.

Then he yanks back and straightens, and his lips are replaced by a warm, throbbing cock. I smile, and he makes a grunt of displeasure before thrusting his hips, penetrating my mouth.

I stop playing my games, afraid that he won't fill me. I've been dreaming about being swollen with the king's children. And I won't jeopardize this opportunity.

I lap at his tip, and he throws his head back and groans. His eyes are closed as his erect cock throbs in my mouth. I might be on my knees, desperate for his seed, but I have the king wrapped around my little finger, because my lips completely unwravel him.

We have a chaotic balance, but that's what makes it perfect.

I lick him, wetting the tip before sealing my lips around it and bobbing my head, caressing more inches. His unique musky smell wraps around me, and his warmth fills my mouth. I close my eyes as I stroke him with my lips, sweeping my tongue across his base.

He groans and curses, his abs clenching as I pull him as deep as I can. It's easier to fight my gag reflex when I want him so badly. Want to please him. Want his balls to unload.

"Needy little human," he growls, gripping my hair and pushing himself deeper down my throat.

He's right. The queen of the land is a needy slut, and unashamed.

I pick up the rhythm, pulling that girthy, veiny cock in and out of my throat as my hands stroke his second one.

I combine the strokes with a sucking motion—my performance perfect after months of practice. But Vadnar has yet to get used to it. To get bored of it.

"Fuck..." he groans, his massive, bare thighs trembling. The veins of his cock flushing more blood to power the massive cock in my mouth.

He grips my hair and pulls free, his teeth clenched in a warning that he's about to lose it.

He picks me up and drops me on his desk, sliding his hard cock over my wet lips before pushing inside. I grin as I look up at him, my lips swollen.

He's glaring at me—not with hate, but a look of concentration to keep his seed from bursting. He doesn't want to give it up that easily. He wants to fight for it.

I spread my legs, always open for a challenge. He looks down at my spread pussy and hisses. He slowly leads his lower cock into me. The upper one slides through my folds, his tip reaching my belly button.

Then he's fucking me. Powerful thighs delivering blows from his devastating cock. I grab my knees, keeping my hooded eyes on him. He doesn't meet my gaze, obsessed with the sight of his erect cock, now glistening with my wetness and sliding in and out.

He spreads my sex with his thumbs, getting a closer look. My pussy throbs harder when he licks his lips. There is nothing hotter than having my walls stroked, stretched, while my man is salivating at the thought of impregnating me.

Both of his cocks please me in their own way. I'm glowing with pleasure, panting although he's the one fucking me. But staying sane as I take all of these inches is a workout itself.

"Come inside me, King," I breathe, squeezing my muscles around him.

He fucks me faster, the table rattling under me as he loses control. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper, increasing the pleasure. But I want him to spill deep inside me.

He fights his release, holding his breath. But my begging, my squeezing and my smile as I get rattled are too much for the king.

He grits his teeth, both cooks exploding at once. My belly gets covered on the inside and outside, and it's the sexiest fucking thing. But Vadnar keeps fucking me—refusing to let me go until I give him what he wants.

There's a mess on my belly as his free cock smears his seed all over my skin.

I bite my lip, fluttering around him and moaning as I orgasm. Then he growls, the vibration flowing into me. He bends down to kiss me and steal the rest my moan. He remains inside me for the next minutes, kissing me so sweetly that my sex continues to clench around him.

He pecks my lips. "I suppose I have to get a crib now. There is no possible way that load will not impregnate you."

I laugh, pushing him away. The contraction of my belly makes his seed gush out, creating a mess on the floor.

"Enough," I say, standing on wobbly legs and using my ripped clothes to clean up the mess. "Now go get me a chance of clothes, please."

"But what about round two?"

"Round two?!" I giggle, throwing the rags at him.

He frowns, tossing the rags aside. "You disrespect your king."

"Sorry, king. But now that I got what I wanted, I'll never listen to you again." I cup my flat belly and stick my tongue out.

His nostrils flare, and I spend the next five seconds running around the room until I'm captured and bent over the desk. I laugh as he kicks my legs apart and prepares to enter me again.

Round two, here we go.

— —

Vadnar surprises me the next day with a room stocked with random mechanical bits and pieces. He wants to honor my past by letting me continue my work as a scientist.

I fell to my knees and cried, and he nearly lost his mind because he thought I was upset.

I could not understand how I got so lucky. I'm happy, complete. And enriching this world with tools and technology would give me the purpose I need.

The first project I tackle is the printing press. I want to make improvements and create at least ten machines to distribute to schools. A gift to the people to show that we mean them well, and want to build a future with them.

Vadnar leaves me to my own devices, but returns minutes later with a scowl on his face.

"Uh-oh. What did I do?"

"A blast from the past is here to see you. Trey."

"Trey," I exhale. I last saw him at the mountain. He looked so different. His body filled out, and his eyes firm. He was no longer skittish or cowardly. I'm proud of him. We both grew.

"He's got quite the backbone if he fucking came to see you here. At my home." Vadnar crosses his arms over his chest, displeased.

"Did you turn him away?" I ask, lowering my wrench into a toolbox.

"That's up to you," he replies, although he doesn't look happy about the words. "Do you want me to toss him out? The man only brings bad luck."

"Let me see him, please. He has changed a lot."

He groans, throwing his head back. "I knew you would say that."

"Privately," I add.

He growls, but doesn't push me. "You know I'll have to kill him if he tries to hurt my queen and child, right?" He steps close to press a hand against my belly.

I smile at him. It has only been a day, but I know in my heart that soon, we will not be alone. We will be a family.

"He won't hurt me."

Vadnar sighs and retreats to grab Trey, and I sit on my chair as I wait for him.

Trey appears after a few minutes, wearing a raggy hide pants and vest. He is weaponless, but his arms are muscular and gaze alert. He is nothing like the software engineer I knew three years ago.

"Hey," he says in English. Our home language.

My ears perk, and I smile. "Hey."

"I'm glad our side won the war. Truly."

"How have you been?" I ask.

His blue eyes twinkle. "Great. There are plenty of construction jobs in the city since the war ended. I'm staying busy."

"I'm happy for you, Trey. It's good to see you."

There's a stretch of silence, before he clears his throat. "I wanted to apologize for the past."

I shake my head. "Please. The past is the past and you were just afraid on a lost land. I get it."

"No, Dee. There are things I never told you. I'm ashamed of them, but I have changed and decided to make it up to you."

I tip my head to the side. "What things?"

"Remember the day the slavers found you and Vadnar on the farm? It was not a coincidence. I..." he clears his throat and straightens his posture, owning up to his words. "I drew them closer so they would find Vadnar. I thought they would only attack him, but you were both taken. I hid in the shed as they dragged you two away. I'm sorry. Because of me, Vadnar was forced to become a gladiator. You two were humiliated. I will never forgive myself."

My heart thunders in my chest, his revelation rocking my world. I had no idea he drew the slavers to the farm. He made us suffer so much.

I take deep breaths, taking two minutes of silence to gather my thoughts.

This was three years ago, and it all worked out. Vadnar met the gladiators and freed them. We found inspiration and built an army that changed history.

Masters are finally free, and it took this journey to make that happen.

"I forgive you, Trey."

"No," he counters. "I've traveled for years with this guilt. Met many people, crossed mountains and seas." He digs into his pocket and reveals a thin gold ring about the size of my hand.

I wave a hand. "It's alright, you don't need to pay me back with jewelry. Use it for yourself."

"It's not jewelry," he says, stepping closer to me. "It's a mystical item given to me by a scholar I saved from a river. He told me it connects the past to the future. I saw a glimpse once. A face of a boy, but never again. I want you to have it."

He extends it, and I hesitantly accept it. A bridge to the future? How could this ring make such a connection? It's possible. After all, Cherry pulled three of us to a different world.

"I don't know how to use it..."

He chuckles and extends his arms, signaling to the room. "You will find a way, Dee. Remember you're one of NASA's finest."

I smile. "Please take care, friend. Stay in the city. Maybe with time, Vadnar will let you in."

He shrugs. "There is too much out there to explore. I'm happy roaming. This world will be just fine with you and Vadnar in charge. Goodbye, Dee."

I stand to pull him into a brief hug. "Goodbye, Trey."

I watch him walk out, and when he disappears, my eyes find the mystical ring.

Ranrok's short story: SAMPLE

RANROK'S POV

I know Earth. I've learned the ferocity of its storms and its people. Humans are so unique. Their cultures so special. And I love every bit of it.

I've roamed in mountains, always traveling at night and inspiring local folklore of the red man. For years, I've been traveling down what humans call "North America." I've stolen ships and sailed south, hunting and fishing to feed myself and studying the magnificent artifacts humans use. I'm obsessed with their odds and ends—like radios that play music, game boys, and their god-given porn magazines.

Humans are horny bastards, but I'm not complaining.

I love trying out different foods. Observing humans from afar. Exploring their beautiful wildlife.

My journey has taken me to Brazil. Where the Amazon rainforest calls my name. I learned about this in a children's book. The pictures were so vivid, I just had to come see it.

This world is nothing like Zolan. Like home. I don't think I'll ever be tired of exploring Earth. And although I feel guilt for walking away from Vadnar and Dee, I was done fighting. I have known violence my entire life. Just once, I want to be allowed freedom.

As I settled in the Amazon, I ran into a small human settlement in the outskirts. Normally I walk away, but through a window, I noticed a school. Every morning, I risked my life to lurk behind the building to watch the professor lecture the children. They were learning a language. It took nearly a year, but I picked up bits of the Portuguese language by stealing one of the picture books and following the lectures.

Now I'm able to read more children's books and understand some phrases on the radio.

Once I felt satisfied, I moved far away from the settlement. I made it to the heart of the rainforest, where a group of archeologists were digging and studying fossils. I was about to move on, when I spotted the most beautiful woman on the planet. Small and short, with round glasses and permanently pouting lips. Her hair is fiery red and always tied in a careless style. I saw that she used the same game boy I do, and I think that's the moment I fell in love.

I've been coming to see her for two weeks now. Always staying out of sight, desperate to see which game she plays and dreaming about playing with her.

Today is the same as the others. I woke up early, ate the remains of dinner and went looking for her. I was supposed to crouch down behind a large boulder and watch her dust fossils, take notes, and prop a hand on her hip whenever she gets frustrated. I was supposed to see her laughing with her coworkers and endearingly getting distracted from work whenever she spots a new insect or plant.

I was not supposed to run into her as she went for a walk. But that's exactly what happened, because she's standing a few feet away from me with wide eyes and her camera shattered on the floor. She's screaming, and I don't think twice before turning around and running away, toward the swamp full of alligators where no human would look for me.

Fuck. As the humans say, "I really screwed up this time."

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