Alien King (Complete)

    Tensions are high on the ship after news that several stations near you have been attacked. No one has been able to contact them to find out if there are any survivors. All communication is lost at this point. No one knows how or why these stations were hit, all that they knew was that you had to assume everyone was dead. This wasn’t any good news for the ship you were on. The Nero Rising was a colony ship and it had been headed to one of the stations that had ‘gone dark’ as they called it.

    You were on the medical team and the recent stress was not doing anyone any favors. More than once a day you were administering anxiety medication. Panic attacks were becoming the norm and this only added to the pressure onboard. You feel as if there is a thumb pressing down on the back of your neck.

    Staring out the window into space you can’t help but feel as if there is some proverbial boogieman. Ever since you first went into space you’ve always had this feeling. It was like when you were little and was afraid of the monster under your bed. Very similarly, all of space felt like the infinitesimal crawl space under the bed. The endless darkness with its unreachable depths could hold any number of terrors. You just had one though. Something that crawled out of your dreams and now seemed all too real. It was a monster made of shadows and knives, it was both beautiful and alluring while also being terrifying beyond reason.    

    “Imagining your space-age boogieman?”

    You turn away from the window and look up, seeing the head of the medical team behind you. You sigh and smile at him.

    “When everything feels as tense as this, it’s nice to have something to blame it on, Doctor.” You clasp your hands before yourself. The Doctor is handsome, he’s also been very kind to you. You wouldn’t be lying if you said you didn’t have a little crush on him.

    “It’s good to do that,” he says. “To blame something else rather than something close.” He stands beside you and looks out the window. “And there is so much out there.”

    You look up at him, feeling your heart pound. He then steps away from you, going over the charts from the day. “We had more come in with panic?”

    “Yes,” you answer.

    He sighs and shakes his head. “If we aren’t careful, we’ll be out of medication before we find anywhere to dock.” He turns to you. “From now on, nothing is to go out.”

    You furrow your brow. “Nothing?”

    “A lockdown,” he says as he looks over the medical cabinet where everything is stored. He then holds his hand out. “Give me your key. From now on, I’ll be the only one to validate what goes out.”

    You touch the key card that hangs from your neck. You don’t feel good about this, it seems far too drastic. You sigh and remove it from your lanyard and place it in the doctor’s hand. “Yes, sir,” you say.

    That evening as you toss and turn in bed, sleep won’t find you. You sigh, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. You clutch your knees to your chest and take a few deep breaths. Your cabin feels hot so you get up to check the thermostat. You tap it to get the screen to pop up. It won’t turn on. You tap it a few times and still nothing. You reach for the light switch but the light doesn’t come on either.

    “What the fuck?” You grumble. You go to open the door but it won’t budge. You struggle with it, trying to force it open. You finally manage to yank it open enough you can slip out. The red emergency lights as flashing and spinning. 

    “Oh fuck,” you whisper as you stand in the empty hallway. You then hear the groaning of metal and the sounds of something scuttling through the air duct. You run, not sure where to go or what to do. As you leave the staff quarters you come to the great big glass door that opens into the commons. The glass is smeared with blood and you see dead bodies piled at the base.

    “Oh sweet fucking-” you cup your hands over your mouth as you gape in horror. Through the bloodied glass you see something moving in the distance. You see small figures running about like darting little lizards. You then see something huge pass through. You hear gunshots and screams.

    Suddenly a body hits the glass and you scream in horror and run away. You head to the medical deck. There’s a gun there, if you can get to it maybe you can protect yourself. The glare of the red emergency lights reminds you of the blood smattered glass door. You come to the medical bay and see the door has already been wrenched open.

    “Hello?” You call out as you walk inside. You look down and see glass shattered everywhere. Someone broke all the lights to keep the red from flashing. You hear a clatter and deep breathing. 

    “Good, it’s you,” the doctor rises up in the shadows. He’s breathing hard and his voice sounds strange.

    You hear screaming and crying from all around you. People running around in a panic as they try to understand what is happening.

    “Doctor,” you pant. You don’t know why but you can’t move.

    The doctor reaches out and you see needle tracks on his arm. You step away from him and he lunges at you. His eyes are bloodshot and his skin looks yellowed with his veins pressing to his skin. You see the medical cabinet is open.

    “You've overdosed!” You scream as you avoid the swing of his arm. He catches you though, pressing you against the wall. One hand presses around your throat as the other holds your hands. 

He grins in a wicked way. “We’re all gonna die,” he growls. “The boogieman found us.”

You choke and gasp for breath, trying to fight him off. He squeezes your throat harder and you can’t breathe.

“He found us,” the doctor laughs. “You knew all along!”

You try to shake your head. Your eyes feel like they’re trying to pop from your head, it burns and aches. You wrench your hands-free and you wrap them around his wrist to fight him back.

“You knew he was real,” he snarls close to your ear. “You knew! You knew! You knew! You knew!” He rabidly screams as he starts to shake you. You feel like your neck will snap if he doesn’t bash the back of your head in.

There is a groaning of metal and a snapping sound. Something comes down from the ducts and snatches the doctor. His horrible screams echo as he’s pulled through the warped metal and his blood splashes onto your face.

You can’t scream and you can barely run. You collapse onto the ground, trying to catch your breath. You claw at your throat and heave until a mangled, eviscerated body drops before you. You scream and scramble away, kicking yourself off the ground and you scramble down the hallway. You then see it. A massive, dark figure. They look like shadows and knives.

“No-” you sob.

They turn towards you. Their black skull juts back in an arch. Their mouth opens, oozing and dripping. A long purple tongue slithers out and they rush at you. You collapse, seeing nothing but an endless darkness.

You wake up with an agonizing headache. You groan and hold your head. “Mama?” You whimper.

You hear a guttural growl, something that vibrates in the chest and bubbles from the throat. You look up, seeing your extraterrestrial boogieman towering over you. Your mouth opens but no scream comes out. Tears stream down your face and he turns to look down at you.

He inches closer to your face and you start to cry more.

“Pathetic,” he growls.

“Oh god,” you cover your face with your hands.

“Call me god if you wish,” he says. His massive hand touches your cheeks. His fingers are as long as your forearm and sharp. They stroke your cheek gently and he sniffs your hair and neck. “I rather like the sound of being considered a god.”

“Please...please….” you shudder and convulse as you try to get your words out.

He yanks you up, sitting you before him so you have to face him. “Please?” He snarls. “Are you begging?”

You shiver and tremble.

“You should be grateful to me. I chose you.”

You tremble and are unable to look at him.

“Out of all the flesh I’ve come across, I chose yours.” His long fingers brush against your skin. “You are mine.”

You want him to stop touching you. “What does that mean?” You whimper.

He tilts your chin up. “You will birth my children,” he growls. “You will be my most prized weapon.”

All you can do is stare at him, horrified and unmoving.

His tongue slithers from his mouth and he licks at your lips. “Your smell and your taste,” his tongue travels down your throat and neck. “It all sings to me.”

“Don’t-” you find the strength to move again and you shove yourself away. You fall from his perch and tumble onto the cold hard ground. You pick yourself up, your hand falling on a wet bone. You scream and then you hear hissing all around you. Smaller versions of him are all on the ground, they hiss and spit at you until the king picks you up and places you back with him.

“They aren’t as kind as I am, it’s best you leave them be.”

You start to cry again. “I don’t want to be here!”

“You don’t want to be back where you came from either. With me, you’ll always be guarded. You’ll be the queen of a new age. The mother to the most powerful army in the galaxy.”

You stare up at him, shivering still. 

“I will give you the universe through our children.” He brushes away the tears from your cheeks. “Only you will suit my needs.”

You shake your head slowly. “I can’t,” you whisper.

“You can,” he cups your cheeks in his palms. His body is hard and shell-like. He’s slick and glossy like latex. “That is why I chose you.” He licks you again, his tongue is super wet and his mouth constantly drips. “No one will hurt you again. That man from before will be the last to ever touch you.”

“That was you?” You whisper.

He pulls back and looks you over. He tilts his head then turns eases down, licking your lips again. You clamp your mouth shut and he moves back again.

“You’ll come to be eventually,” he growls as he sits up. He towers over you. His body is long and angular. His long tail swished behind him, it’s knobby and thin with a sharp tip. His feet look like copies of his hands with a finger jutting out the back like a stiletto heel. He whips around, leaving you as his drones follow him.

You sit there, shaking and whimpering. You look around, seeing you’re on a raised platform. Below, you see bones and mangled things. You look away quickly. The platform has a nest on it so you crawl into it. You use a shredded flag to cover yourself.

You wake later, feeling as if someone is watching you. You sit up, seeing the king is posed before you, laying like a cat with his head in his hands. You gasp and lunge back and he sits up.

“Sleep well?” He asks. He drops something into the nest and you see it is water and rations.

You want the water so bad. Your throat is still burning and your mouth feels like metal cotton. You gaze up at the king and then take the water. You guzzle it down, choking on it but refusing the quit.

“Slow,” he growls, reaching out and tipping it down. “There is more where that came from.”

You gasp and wheeze, licking your lips then gulping down the rest of the bottle. 

“Feel better?” He asks.

You cough as you glance back at him. “A little,” you murmur.

He pushes the rations to you. “Eat,” he growls.

You don’t feel like it. In fact, you have no stomach at all. Even the water feels unwelcome in your belly. Still, you take one of the ration bars and open it. You take a bite and heave, wanting to throw up from fear.

“You have nothing to fear,” he growls. “I will give you everything.”

“I don’t want to be here,” you whisper.

“You will, eventually.” He touches your cheek with his finger. He brushes your hair from your face. “If you need to de-stress, I will pleasure you.”

You stare at him.

His tongue slithers from his jagged mouth again. “I will always please you before I lay my eggs.”

You shake your head and clutch your knees to your chest.

He chuckles. “You do not know what you are being offered.”

“I don’t care,” you mutter.

“I am sorry you feel that way.” He then places something else in the nest. “Rest then. I doubt you are ready to receive my eggs as it is.”

You look at what he laid in the nest. It is a pillow and blankets. “Why are you doing this?” You look up at him.

“What?” He growls.

“The food and the blankets,” you murmur. “Why not just lay your eggs in me now?”

There is a low rumble in his chest and he moves back to you. “I want a willing partner,” he replies. “An unwilling one is no good. You can hate me if you like but I want you to want me.”

“How does that work?” You shake your head.

He chuckles and he nuzzles to your cheek. You flinch at first but you still. “I’ve taken you and killed everyone you know,” he replies. “I would hate the person who did that to me.” His tongue trails down your neck and shoulder. “But you can still want.”

You press your palm on his shoulder and push him back. 

“I need you,” he growls. “I will do anything at all to make you want me.”

You shake your head. “Leave me alone.”

He sighs, inching away from you. “There is nothing I can do?”

You avert your eyes and remain silent. 

“Just once,” he growls and you look back at him. “Let me show you what I can give you.” He inches down. “If that will not suffice you then there is nothing to be done.”

“Will you let me go?” You ask.

“In one way or another.”

You chew on your cheek as you think. “I still don’t feel this is fair.”

“I’m sorry. But if it helps, it is all your choice.”

“Can I think on it?” You ask. “This deal?”

He kneels down and nods. “Take your time.”

“Thank you,” you murmur and you take the pillow he gave you. 

You’re not sure how much time has passed, you feel as if it has been a few days. He brings you food and water regularly. He vanishes sometimes but always returns to your side. His drones can be heard just beyond the nest and platform, but he keeps them from coming towards you. 

“Do you have an answer?” he asks you.

“Not now,” you tell him.

He looks at you and nuzzles to your cheek. “What about now?”

“Ask me later.”

He hands you a special treat, some sort of fruit that smells citrusy. “What is your answer, my love?”

Your heart trembles. Why would he say that? You shake your head. “I’m sorry, not today either.”

One evening, you wake up from a strange dream. You rub your eyes and look over at the king. He’s laid out, his body posed in such a way that he looks regal but also sexy. You reach out, touching him and he stirs. He looks at you as he sits up.

“I have my answer,” you whisper.

He crawls into the nest with you. You lay back and move the blanket and reveal to him your naked body. He gasps and runs his strange hands over you. He grasps your wide hips, caresses your belly, and fondles your full breasts. You whimper, unsure you enjoy his touch or not. It feels so strange and foreign but you’re growing warm and wet.

“I’m glad you’ve finally come to this decision,” he growls. “I will be sure you enjoy it.”

You turn your head away, closing your eyes as his tongue swirls around each breast. You feel his breath on your skin and his saliva splashes down on you. You grunt, tilting your head further away. His tongue licks your neck and you feel his jagged, sharp teeth on your skin. You whimper and reach out, touching his chest.

“Don’t worry, I will never hurt you.”

You grunt and wiggle. His teeth drag down your skin. His hands come up, groping your breasts and tweaking the nipples. You writhe, letting loose a long, drawn out moan. You’ve always been sensitive there.

“Give me time,” he growls. “I will learn more of what does that.”

You look up at him. “Please, just get this over with.”

“It takes time,” he growls. “Your body is yet to be discovered.” He pets down your chest and belly. His strange fingers knead at your mound. “I am not used to such softness.” He gropes your plump folds. “So plump and warm. You are perfect.”

You grumble and turn your head. You don’t want him to see your expression. His touch has turned from strange to pleasing. The sharpness of him pinches slightly but even that feels good to you.

He bites your breast and you cry out. His tongue swirls around the sore nipple and you groan with pleasure. You reach up, touching his face and stroking along the curved arch of his skull.

    His fingers have moved between your folds. They squish in your wetness and his breathing has become deep and snarling. One long finger pushes inside you and you clench around it. Another finger finds your aching clit and taps it.

    “Ah!” You voice cracks and you throw your head back.

    “Does your reluctance feel silly now?” He snarls into your ear. “This body has been screaming for my touch all this time.”

    “No-” you gasp, rolling your hips to meet his fingers.

    He chuckles. “Why no?” He asks.

    You look up at him. His tongue is hanging out so you open your lips to suck on it. He pushes it down your throat and you groan. You suck on him more and shiver. You feel another finger press inside you and your inner walls clamp around them.

    He chuckles, pulling his tongue from you. “Tell me, honestly, how do you feel?”

    You look up at him, ashamed of how good he’s making you feel. He knows exactly how you feel but he wants the words to come from you. You swallow and nod. “I want more.”

    He chuckles, easing down and placing his head between your thighs. His fingers pull out with a slurping sound and he replaces them with his tongue. It swirls around your folds, licking up your cream before he pushes it slowly inside. You gasp and your thighs tremble. His tongue is thick and warm. It goes deep, squirming and thrashing around inside you.

    You squeak and groan, clamping your hands over your mouth. You squeeze your thighs around his head, urging him to move harder. His teeth brush against you and the sharpness feels good. You reach down, grasping his head and pushing him deeper. His teeth dig into your plump flesh but never break the skin. His tongue writhes inside you, pressing against every sweet spot all at once.

    You wrench your head back and arch your back. You scream, pleasure seeping out of every nerve. Your toes curl and your arches ache. Your legs spasm and your thighs clamp tighter around his head.

    You collapse into the nest, panting and gasping. You can barely keep your eyes open. You swoon, feeling him nuzzle to your cheek.

    “I told you,” he growls.

    You glance up at him and take his tongue back into your mouth. “Give me more,” you mewl pitifully. 

    “I know you do, my love.” he touches your cheek. He makes you sit up as he stands. Between his legs, there is something long and slippery. It oozes black and the tip is spurting. It splashes on your face and chest and he rubs it to your cheek. You lick at it, tasting the strange ooze that drips from him. You stroke him, rubbing him with both hands. He snarls and grunts, thrusting himself into your mouth and down your throat. You grunt and choke at first but soon it starts to feel good, even to you. You groan and shiver, kneading to his thighs until he pulls from your throat.

    “It’s time,” he growls. He shoves you down into the nest and pulls your hips up into the air. “Is this what you want?” He asks.

    You mewl and stretch. “Yes, my king.”

    He chuckles. “That’s my love,” he presses at your entrance. He’s heavy and thick as he stretches you wide open. You grunt and wriggle, taking him deep inside you. You look down, seeing he pooches your belly. Each thrust you can see. You cry out as your inner walls wrap around him, urging him to go harder and deeper. He snarls and roars. His sharp fingers dig deep into your flesh. His rutting is animalistic and primal. It hurts but you don’t care. Even the pain feels good. A new fear swells up, fear that you will love him and desire him. Although, it is already too late. You already desire him. You want him and his touch. Even though he is inside you, you already can’t wait to lay with him again.

    “Please!” You beg, feeling your arms and legs start to shake.

    He snarls and grunts long roars and growls leaving his lips. He shoves you down, nearly lifting you off the ground. He lets out one tremendous roar. All the drones below echo it and you feel something moving inside you. He fills you, stuffing your womb so full you look pregnant. You whimper and shiver, every nerve electrified again.

    He eases you back down into the nest and rolls you onto your back. He places his hand over your belly. “My brood,” he growls. “Grow strong inside this queen. Grow to conquer in her name.”

    You whimper and close your eyes. 

    “You will love her as I love her,” he comes up to you. “And she will give us all.”

    You look at him and kiss him. “My king,” you whisper.

    He licks your lips. “I thought I was your god.”