14 A very troubled traitor

Daily - Day before departure for Los Angeles.

What could he still talk about after all?

I shifted in my chair, still sore, trying not to remember the reason, and took a deep breath. I tried to ignore his comments without showing any nervousness.

Since that afternoon ...

I looked away to hide that my face burned only with memories. The truth was that I avoided Zorack, ignoring any attempt at a humiliated approach. It wasn't just betrayal, although it hurt me.

After all, looking for the damned redhead to face me was too much.

I felt hurt and used.

And Zorack was showing murderous looks. Still, it was the image of a predator to me that overflowed with virility. Attractive. Magnetic. I lost myself watching that mouth with my mind invoking sensations that should embarrass me. My body disagreed with everything I thought. I still felt my intimacy very sore and it was a delicious sore that made me shiver just by remembering him inside me. I fidgeted restlessly, crossing my legs and pursing my lips, denying the heat his caresses brought me.

Only his presence seemed to attract me like a moth by the light. He was a temptation that I couldn't resist that close. Losing virginity? Ah, the experience had gone beyond anything I ever imagined or had read about it. And to be honest with me I would melt remembering the feeling of being in his arms. It was a different, masculine smell. It was the way that big hands touched and grabbed my body making me vibrate and ...

Finally, looking for Andie? hadn't liked it. Of course, I didn't like it!

His impetuosity had hurt me, but only the orgasms I had experienced with his impetuosity ... It was like falling from heights in free fall.

Be a smart girl. What would a man like that see in a pathetic adolescent without salt? God! That redhead has a body ...

"I don't know what we still have to talk about," I replied in an indifferent tone of voice that made me proud.

It was a theatrical scene. Proudly betrayed. Until the end.

I could pretend. And then cry my humiliation on the pillow.

Zorack was not the type of man capable of falling in love. And even so, if he held me against the huge body so that I could feel the muscles defined and strong, I would be able to accept anything.

What a decay of mine!

-I think we certainly have a lot to talk about! - He spoke quietly and that seemed to accentuate the anger he exuded.

I think I ended up creating silly romantic illusions. I wish I was the only one for him. Special. Okay, losing virginity would happen sooner or later. It would be inevitable. Only my hormones ignited chemistry in my body with his proximity ... I wish it had been with me that he knew how humans could share intimacy. Was it asking for that much? Damn it. I liked him.

-Okay! - I agreed more proudly. - What do you want?

Of course, I could show that he was totally indifferent to me even though my heart came to mouth. I was going to win the Oscar for playing the most lying role of my life.

Horny !!!

Okay, it was a damn compliment to know that I attracted him. But why couldn't the unfortunate man have at least lied? Just in that moment of intimacy? It was not asking too much for a word of affection. Or was it?

Come on, Angel. It is a matter of factory defect. Any woman would be satisfied with a Greek god on that side. What are you complaining about?

The issue was the redhead.

I was burning with jealousy. Had he liked to make love to me? Or prefer her? It was clear that he preferred her. It was impossible for the unfortunate woman to have no experience pleasing a man the way she seemed to eat Zorack with her eyes.

The thought depresses me. Zorack didn't make love. I just knew how to fuck. And he did it in a way that could take a woman to paradise.

Damn man. Even in those overalls, it was beautiful to die for. There was an instinct in me that warned him that he was not the type of man to be upset. He knew how to be cruel. Why had I imagined he was going to be in love with me?

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Confessions of Alien in Trouble -

-You are not going! Do you want to explain what curse you did to your hair?

- It's called cutting. I cut my hair and stopped dyeing it. If you haven't noticed, there's nowhere to buy paint here.

-But cut like that? - He mumbled in a dazed tone. - I could have put hair dye on your damn medication list. Curse!

-Hair dye? Are you serious? The planet was invaded and ...

-And you decided to cut your hair so short to go to the chaff.- he commented sourly. - Otherwise, he wanted to see me and Andie ...

-Your… you bloody bastard! - or Angel screaming furiously.

-Me?! - I asked innocently.

I was going to learn not to make her jealous anymore.

The message was very clear. And I didn't even need words. She was furious, she cut her damn hair.

Now that we were just the two of us alone, I could complain. No, I could actually growl. Angel was a redhead by nature with long, wavy hair. I hated the story of her dying her hair to change the natural color.

I looked at the short hair angrily and began to associate discussion with hair. She did it only to provoke. What kind of madness takes hold of such a woman? They decide to change and the first on the list is the haircut. She knew that I appreciated long locks very much. I liked to hold them in my hand when I lashed against her full of lust. My hand grabbed the short hair on the nape of the female neck, noticing the involuntary shiver she tried to hide from me.

I intended to give reasons for what would not leave Angel more at risk with me. I was going to be kind. I was going to control all the anger that was leaking through my pores.

Damn! I could shake that girl! Why get out of here?

I wouldn't even complain about another slap, but the hair ...

Angel's face was still tired and haggard.

The pale skin stood out even more with the green of the eyes. I needed to know if the inhibitor was still working. It was all the more advanced that we had to contain the crises. Or else it would be a path of no return. Her DNA would make her feel as hungry as those invaders. Blood and fluids. I would have to ask the science officer to run tests on the girl to assess the situation of the porphyrins in her blood. In high concentrations, they were extremely toxic.

And there was something exotic about the natural color of her natural red hair, highlighting the color of her light, soft skin. It was the green of the eyes.

My gaze was sullen and possessed. With Angel, nothing was ever easy. Because? Never! I saw her licking her lips, holding a curse, trying not to think of more pleasant things. I immediately imagined the sensation of that tongue on me, sliding pleasantly on the member while savoring that appetizing mouth. I had to adjust myself in the chair to hide the discomfort. My dick had appreciated the suggestion even more. I knew that could easily overcome her protests with caresses that would soften her mood. She was very sensitive when I touched her. And my judgment was crazy.

- And I asked you that? I heard Angel ask dryly.

It was annoying that she didn't look me in the eye with a sudden interest in the damn papers on the counter while she was doing everything.

FUCK! Can you look at me while I speak?

- So you want to explain the reason to me? - I burst tense. - You really don't think I allowed that foolishness of you to stay away from the security of the base.

For the first time, it seemed like she was forcing herself to look me in the eye. And looking was different. Hurt. What a hell!

-Didn't you agree? Don't you allow it? - she gradually ignited. - And what else do you not allow? Who gave you the authority to treat me like an object? What else do you want?

Curse. I wanted lust. That girl's desire and lust. It was like a beast that dominated me. Without realizing it my hand grabbed her neck.

-Think whatever you want. I do not care. You won't even leave the base.

Even more when they expect just that to catch you, you fool.

-And since when do I obey you? - she shouted in disgust and I kept the pressure there in my fingers threateningly.

Since I decided to ruin everything. I just had to hand you over. And don't be thinking about you in my bed every hour of the day.

I was learning quickly that things with Angel were different. Even the intense, rough sex excited me. It awoke a beast that existed in me that I did not know. My hand was a claw on the smooth, fresh skin. The girl shuddered in my hands and her eyes widened, seeming to capture exactly the thoughts that were going through my mind.

-No! - the protest was weak.

-And why not? - I asked with a smug smile pulling the girl towards me.

The next instant I sank my mouth over parted and breathless lips, invading and savoring her tongue.

To hell the miserable invaders.

I had in my hands what I longed for in those two hellish days. Just the smell of her set me on fire. My rigid manhood throbbed against her flat stomach.

-Zorack, no ... - I heard Angel pant in my arms. - You hurt me! I'm still all sore ...

I shut up her complaining protests again with another wild kiss. Her confession had caught me unprepared. Hear the girl say that ...

My lust was high. I needed to keep my desire under control for those first few days until her body got used to mine. But there was still much more to satisfy my hunger than it aroused me.

She had remembered the sensation of having buried me inside her at all times. It was music in my ears. Anaphrodisiac was even more potent than the trembling body next to mine. I let my hands hold her bottom, lifting her up on my lap, my legs around my waist as I stepped back to lock the door.

-Zorack .. - Angel protested shocked by the position.- That's ...

-Provocative. - I guaranteed, hands searching for the buttons of the shirt she wore, touching the six sensitive ones that promptly stiffened - Erotic. I still feel hungry for you. I believe that we can negotiate the issue of departure. - I provoked supporting Angel against the bench. - You're a little tyrant who likes to set my body on fire.

Earth 2020

I could kill for a cigarette. I managed to roll over in bed and pulled the cover over my head, cursing under the shrill alarm clock. It was Sunday, wasn't it? Why did the damn alarm clock seem to go off like an unfortunate ambulance siren?

What do you mean, ambulance siren, come on?

Since when?

I opened my eyes confused and very aware that my alarm clock was much more pleasant. I liked rock a lot to the neighbor's despair. It should be playing Total Eclipse of the Heart.

What the hell was going on? I widened my eyes wide awake and sat down, pulling the covers away. It wasn't my bed or my room.

But where...?

Damn!

It had just been a dream, hadn't it?

Even the nice bath, the amazing sex, and the orgasms. A wonderful fuck that was just a hallucination. I winced as refused to notice another detail. On a small table nearby was a tray of food that I had never seen or even known.

It was just a dream, wasn't it?

I got up from the bed awed. I never slept naked like that. And my body ... Damn! I felt as sore as any woman after an incredible night of sex and a long time of sexual abstinence. Sex was still a dilemma for me after meeting my ex-fiance in my best friend's bed.

Clothes were left on the nearby chair in total organization. And I took the strange tissue, about to have hysterics.

It was probably a man's room.

Oh, I never drank that much either, despite the terrible cigarette addiction.

Damn it! It is impossible that there is no smoker here!

Where had I left the damn cigarette? I asked myself, crazy to smoke.

That beautiful, cute, and tasty alien from my dream ...

I closed my eyes, aware of how my body reacted to the memory. Muscles I had sworn to be on permanent vacations and other retirees waved in welcome.

The images came back clear and clear after so many days.

They had tied me to a cold bed and punctured me with several injections, while I tried to pull the wires and tubes stuck in my arms until they tied me up. I looked at my hands with a shiver. I had managed to escape from there after taking what looked like a scalpel and defending myself. Had I killed someone?

And everything from then on was a huge white until the image of that green alien.

-God! - I managed to groan out loud.

Had I really done that? The bath ... Had I showered with that wonderful god? I fell sitting on the bed in shock. Sex.

Well, I had stopped the contraceptive injections. He was a green guy, very well healed and strong with whom I had stayed. I fidgeted restlessly with the body reacting to the memories.

"Could you get pregnant like that? Well, he definitely could look like a green human, but he wasn't."

I was on a spaceship. Different species. I had already read something about hybridization. I just needed a pregnancy from a guy I didn't even know. An insane laugh escaped unintentionally. Could you imagine the scene? Alone and in line at the Public Defender's Office demanding recognition of a stranger's paternity!

Was it a case of trying to order some kind of pill the next day? I was always cautious, but after Adam and his betrayals ... Agh! He had thrown everything in the trash. Condoms, pills, and several other toys that I enjoyed.

Damn it! Damn it!

I struggled to ward off the tingling sensation in the body and without appetite. I still felt sick. And certainly remembering him didn't help much.

My heart was racing and in the next instant, the lower belly contracted in a delicious way just thinking about it. I pressed my legs in surprise at the reaction.

God! Thinking about him had made me delirious.

I was ... I was ... I shook my head in amazement and without action. During the last year, I could even consider myself frigid. Only there at that moment, there was humidity in my intimacy. Remember him ... oh, it was ...

"Horny. I'm wet. And you really had sex with a very, very nice and healed alien, Caty. Did we forget any details, girl?"

I bit my lip and struggled to escape the magnetism it had on me. Had I had sex without a condom? And with a stranger? And sexual diseases? Oh, I couldn't have done it without any care, could I?

I was thirty and behaved like a stupid teenager. Hadn't Adam taught me anything? I was independent. I paid my bills. And definitely didn't need any man.

It was delirium and erotic dreams. Just it. I might as well buy a damn vibrator.

Damn it!

Had I really touched those defined muscles that looked like they were carved into my strong chest with my nails clinging to him? I remembered the feeling of his cold hands slowly taking off my dirty clothes, experiencing the sensation of a high fever.

Injustice! Too much injustice. Life was so ... so unfair! Kalael hadn't even taken off his boxers. I vaguely remembered the pleasure of playing there for a moment, experiencing the pulsating and rigid volume when he carefully rubbed every tiny part of my body with the soap. Until I feel Kalael watching me with disconcerting intimacy. It was really too intimate to look at mine while steady hands slid down my thighs.

Alien arrogant and convinced.

The unfortunate man had soaped up without forgetting any details, touching my whole body. The hands did wonders for my intimacy when he had pulled my legs apart. My face was burning dull. My ex-fiance had never enjoyed oral sex.

It was a hellish heat there in that place. I had never imagined a man feeling pleasure like this after Adam. He was full of don't touch me. At first, I had resisted with all my senses protesting. Kalael's hands held my buttocks, pulling my body into that mouth ... His tongue ...

I must have a high fever. I could still hear his moans of pleasure as he bit and sucked, introducing his tongue to me with strong and relentless caresses that felt like delicious torture.

Insolent and cheeky thugs.

He had tasted me wholeheartedly with his tongue eating me and he hadn't even done anything else and I was falling apart. Even his cold skin seemed to calm the heat that burned my skin. I had the stupid feeling that I didn't even know what sex was before. Ah, it was never so good with Adam always putting defects on my body and criticizing. He was an asshole. That alien had just fucked me with his tongue and I was softer than melted butter. I...

I screamed out loudly in alarm when the door opened without warning and again the alarms echoed shrilly. Kalael stopped in front of me for a silent moment, watching me still holding the foreign fabric.

-Please say you are going to stay awake this time, okay? We will have visitors and you will not like to attract the attention of one of them.

I shrugged and his words made no sense to me.

- Important visitors? - I managed to think of something to ask.

He rolled his eyes, scanned the place, and began to fidget impatiently in what looked like a closet.

-They're going to get a little bit, but as soon as we get to the citadel, I'll provide others, right?

Citadel ?! What citadel? I needed to go home.

- I want to go back. I'm not going to any citadel. My planet is Earth.

- We have been investigating this trafficking network for two years. - He hesitated visibly agitated. - They're pirates. They buy and steal everything. It is the first time that we have any more concrete clue about the Gargoyles. Do you know what it means?

Damn it. Couldn't he explain it in a simplified way?

Kalael seemed to curse like any very frustrated man and yet I crossed my arms still without understanding.

-Not all planets in the periphery follow the guidelines of the Confederation. There shouldn't be, but we have news and reports of slaves who are sold as commodities. Living beings.

Ah, it wasn't that much news. Even on Earth, there had been slavery.

-And why should I obey you? I questioned grudgingly and petulantly.

He shook his head.

-I'll introduce you as my female. Just try not to pass out in front of the crew. You won't find any of them cute. Just stay close to me and we can get out of this and end interplanetary network traffic in the galaxy. Do you realize how important it is?

Crew. My blood ran cold. As well? Traffic, I could understand. Kalael acted as if he were a police officer on duty and for the first time the idea didn't seem pleasant.

-And what if I refuse? - I asked decidedly.

His face was a mask of fury.

-Maybe you might think about being sold as a sex slave to eccentric people or serving dinner. Or even serve as guinea pigs for hybridization processes. It tastes like everything. You know, there are species that are still carnivorous. They really eat everything. You were going to be surprised. They may not even bother to gut and cook you.

I opened my eyes wide.

It was a joke. Was the alien a goddamn cop?

-Are you trying to scare me?

-No! Just stay close to my men and maybe we'll get out of this alive, little one. We are entering the periphery. Anything goes here.

-As?!

-And for God's sake! Find a way to keep your thoughts in check if you intend to escape this whole.