Impossibly big. Impossibly savage and in that single moment, entirely mine to enjoy.
His cum spurted inside me and I came again, the suction portion of his cock ravaging my clit and I was thankful he held me close.
He roared and I screamed, our sounds animalistic in nature and still, I couldn’t get enough. His seed kept coming and I vaguely wondered how much of it I could take.
My fingers dug into his scalp, dragging down onto his back, my nails probably leaving lines of red in their wake, but I didn’t care. His own palms descended to cup my ass, squeezing the sore, punished skin. I whimpered, and hugged myself closer to him, as another surge of his seed coated my pussy again and again.
I lost count of how many times I came, but it didn’t really matter.
I loved every second and I would do it again, every single time.
When my pleasure finally began to fade, his cock gradually returned to normal, no longer anchored inside me as it once was. He slowly pulled out from my entrance and I moaned, feeling his seed drip down my thighs, marking me as his.
The feeling of it was glorious.
Chapter Five
Cosima
Together, Axel and I lay on the warm stone, the water lapping up against the ledge not far from us. We’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms, two total strangers, yet it felt like I’d known him all my life. I tried not to move and wake him, but his fingers began to softly rub up and down my arm. Neither of us was sleeping for much longer.
I rolled onto my back and turned my head toward him. He was watching me intently, completely focused on me.
His skin was a normal color now. His eyes still smoldered, like glowing embers as he watched me look at him. He stared at me like he understood me.
I reached for him, trailing my finger along his cheekbone, down the firm line of his jaw. Soft, humanlike, but still somehow alien. Smooth, hairless, and yet still so strong.
My finger slid down his chest and then to his stomach, where yesterday, he’d been marred by Saleos’ claws. Today, it was untarnished, not even the faintest hint of a scar where yesterday it had been a bloody mess. It was a strange sight to see. It reminded me that he wasn’t human. He was a genetically engineered alien and I had to remember that.
“You’ve healed,” I wondered out loud, tracing along where his wounds would have been.
“We have extraordinarily fast healing abilities. Our pain sensors are also exceptionally dulled. I’d hardly felt a thing when Saleos and I fought yesterday and today, nothing. Completely healed. We’ve been designed so that even if we’re wounded in battle, we can carry on as though everything was normal. It was a very important part of our experimental design,” he answered.
I wanted to know more about him. What he’d been through. What he thought of what happened here and at that moment, my curiosity piqued.
“Is it okay if I ask you about a few things, about your life?” I ventured, still unsure of what my role with him was yet.
He smiled warmly and brushed a stray hair off my forehead, his warm touch causing my breath to catch in my throat.
“Ask me anything,” he answered, his voice smooth and comforting at the same time.
“Have they kept you here long? In a cage? Have they been testing you constantly? As part of endless science experiments?” I asked, unable to quell my curiosity. It seemed he could read me like a book and I realized I knew very little about him. I wanted to remedy that. I wanted to understand him.
He shook his head gently.
“I’ve haven’t been kept in a cage for some time. When I was young, before I’d grown into adolescence and into my abilities, I was. The scientists in charge of me wanted to be safe and tested me endlessly before giving me much freedom, but even with that allowance, it came with a certain expectation that I submit to whatever they asked for,” he began.
I rolled toward him, propping my head up on my elbows.
“They collected samples from me endlessly. Blood through a diamond-tipped needle that would pierce my bulletproof skin, saliva, semen, spinal fluid. You name it, they took it. They tested different gases on me, shot me with various weapons and artillery, tested my skin against flame. Occasionally, the results were horrific, but with the advent of the mutations that gave me bulletproof skin, the effects had lessened. They had wanted to clone my exact makeup too, and they would have if Saleos hadn’t be
come the problem he is today,” he explained.
“Who is Saleos in relation to you?” I questioned.
“He’s my younger brother. Developed from the same test tube batch as I was, but with one critical difference in the way his body handles our elevated hormone levels. A single gain of function mutation, forcing his cellular pathways on overdrive. They hadn’t known the implications of that anomaly and allowed him to grow to adulthood. They shouldn’t have,” Axel said, looking away from me for a moment.
“He was a monster,” I echoed, remembering the wild look on his face, the salacious evil grin when he’d seen me and tore my clothes from my body. I shivered just thinking about it.