Alien Breed – A Dark Reverse Harem Alien Read Online Loki Renard

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Dark Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
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“No need to worry about me,” I say. “I always land on my feet.”

“Is this what you call landing on your feet? Look at you. Look what has happened to you, my sweet little human.”

“Hardly human anymore. She is a little monster,” Emrys chuckles. “She’s changed.”

“Into your kind? That’s not possible,” Atlas replies, eminently reasonable.

“No,” Emrys says. “It’s not. It’s more accurate to say that she has been infected. She has new appetites. She will be ravenous, I’m afraid, prone to outbursts and uncontrollable behavior.”

“So, much as she was before?”

“Well, to a certain degree.”

I am hungry. I have been hungry. But now that I feel the powerful body of the scythkin against me, the hard lines of his chest and abdomen rippling against me I am aroused. Intensely, deeply so.

The scythkin is my savior. He has eliminated the creature who raised me to hunt. He is also fucking hot. I look into his merciless, ultra-alien gaze, seeing nothing remotely human in it. I am glad for that. I do not want to see any tenderness in a mate’s eyes. I want to see what I see: complete alien possession.

“I have very much missed you,” he says.

“Even though I’m not the same as I was the last time you saw me?”

“You are exactly the same,” he says, gripping my rear with big, strong hands. “You are the human I bought, the human I tried to protect. You are the human I have followed across the universe to claim. And you are mine.”

He nuzzles me with his alien features, and I feel the angular lines of his powerful jaw against mine. His fingers flex against my cheeks, squeezing and flexing, grinding me against his crotch. I feel a swelling against my sex. I am barely clad, and he is not wearing anything at all. His cock is kept away behind some kind of alien plating, but I do not think it will stay there for long. He wants me, and I want him.

Emrys is still here, but he does not seem to mind. I glance over my shoulder for a brief moment to see what he is doing. He looks at me with a slight smirk on his lips, just a hint of fang showing. I don’t think he minds at all. I think he likes seeing me like this, wanton, wayward, losing control.

“Take me.”

I murmur the words against Atlas’ cheek, grinding myself against him in wanton desperation. He’s freed me. I know he wants to keep me captive, but he has done me a greater service than any other living creature on this planet or off it.

Atlas does not ask Emrys for permission to have me. Atlas does not say another word at all. He rumbles deeply and a part of him that has remained hidden from me and from most of the universe emerges at the apex of his thighs.

He is broad and thick, he is shaped like a rod, but not like a cock. A cock is too simple an appendage to be compared to his mating appendage. I feel it flex and move against me, seeking my entrance. Was there fabric between him and me? It is not there for long. It disintegrates under the pressure of his little myriad of spikes.

He could hurt me. He probably will hurt me.

Gone is the gentleman who called me young lady, and who tucked me up in a sweet, feminine bed. The monster is here, and he wants me. Even Emrys has the sense not to come between us.

“Careful with her…” Emrys murmurs, though not in a tone that suggests he is worried that Atlas will not be careful with me. He says it in a tone that makes me feel as though he’s almost looking forward to it.

I am drenched with arousal as the scythkin takes me.

“I said, careful!” Emrys roars as I cry out in pain. Maybe he is proud of me as his dark little creation. Maybe he wants to protect me from my other, more terrible mate.

“She doesn’t need me to be careful,” Atlas grunts. “She needs me to be dominant.”

Caught in a sexual whirlwind between two apex predators, I squirm and writhe, Atlas’s cock becoming the fulcrum around which I spin. He remains stern with me, rough with me. He continues to push my changed flesh to take him, holding me in mid-air and fucking me with the urgency of a male who must claim his female mate at all and any costs.

Being taken by Atlas feels very different than being taken by Emrys. When Emrys is inside me, I feel as though I am being erased in some way, subsumed into his existence, not needing my own. When Atlas fucks me, I feel more human than I have ever felt before. I feel a carnal kind of power that is not diminished in the slightest by the fact that he is giving my pussy a firm and even punishing fucking directly after saving my life, while I am still covered in the blood spray of my greatest enemy.


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