Survivor – Alien Enemies to Lovers Romance Read Online Loki Renard

Categories Genre: Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
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Her eyes flutter open, and a small smile establishes itself on her face. She is happy to see me. Her reaction makes me happy in turn, though I do not smile easily.

“I must have fallen asleep.”

Humans enjoy stating the obvious by way of making conversation.

“Yes,” I say, joining in the fun. “You fell asleep.”

She is still smiling. I feel myself throbbing beneath my codpiece. Now that the thought of being inside her has established itself in my mind, I find it hard to let it go.

There is an answering glint in her eye, if I am not mistaken. She receives and echoes my desire. She must have been lonely too. Must have been frightened. Maybe she still is.

She looks around, seeing where we have stopped. A large boulder sits in the middle of grassland. There are many others like it, giant scree from an ancient flood.

“Where are we?”

“These are the boulder lands,” I tell her.

“Oh. Good name. Descriptive,” she says. “Where do they all come from?”

“My tribe says the gods hurled them at one another in the distant past.”

“Kind of like a snowball fight but with rocks? I’ve had one or two of those in my time. Don’t recommend them. High risk of concussion. And who needs a god with a concussion?”

She prattles happily, smiling at me as if she hopes I enjoy her commentary. I am very surprised to find that I actually do.

My first impression of this human was that she had no survival skills, that her ongoing existence was a matter of luck. I wonder if I wasn’t mistaken about that. She clings to life with such tenacity, doing what she must in spite of the relative frailty of her form.

“Stay here,” I tell her. “I must hunt for fresh protein. We need it.”

“Can I help?”

“You can help by staying still,” I tell her. “And doing as you are told.”

Tarni

He leaves, disappearing among the boulders. This place is something like a maze of large circular stone walls. I wonder if he chose it because it is sheltered, or because it would be hard for me to run away here.

Does he care if I run? I have to keep reminding myself that I am not his prisoner. I came with him willingly, and I am staying with him by choice. He does not need to tell me to stay here. Or maybe he does. Maybe he is afraid I will try to follow him again. That is how we met, me traipsing after him, him growling at me to keep me away.

I decide to stay, to be obedient to his wishes. I want to earn his trust. I want him to see me as an ally, a friend. Maybe more.

My mind drifts to the powerful musculature of his body. He is terribly beautiful, and he is my rescuer. It would be more strange if I did not feel any amorous or romantic feelings for him, I tell myself. I don’t have to fight my instincts. He’s not going to hurt me. Is he?

He might hurt me.

That thought makes the desire hotter, fresher, more intense. There’s something slightly broken inside me that thrills to the idea of a dangerous mate, someone literally inhuman. If Kail were to take me, to mate me, to fuck me, it would be wrong. On so many levels.

So why am I getting wet just thinking about it? Why am I squeezing my thighs together, sliding my hand underneath my shirt and down between my legs and finding the tight little bud of my sex.

It is already wet and slick, because my desire for Kail is nearly entirely insatiable. I’ve been thinking about him from the moment I first caught him as a flash of green muscle and hope through the wreckage of my ship.

Kail is life. Kail is everything. I must do what he says, I must follow in his footsteps, and I must obey him entirely.

These thoughts make arousal wind ever more intensely through my body. I imagine myself submitting to him in all ways, him taking me over and over, filling me with his alien seed. Using no protection.

I’ve always used barriers and drugs to tamp down my body’s potential for pregnancy when sleeping with men. With Kail I won’t have to. There is no chance of conception between his species and mine. I know, because I checked before I came.

Was this dirty little fantasy hiding away in my psyche waiting to come out? I know I never consciously thought about fucking an alien before, but I am good at compartmentalizing. I only allow thoughts out when they’re useful, when they make the right kind of expressions dash over my face. I know how to make myself be what I need to be, but when you fuck someone, those veils tend to slide away.


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