Ravaged 2: A Monster Box Set of 8 Erotic Tales (7 page)

“Thanks,” I said, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up to my neck. I looked around and saw the fire had died down a good amount. The bowl on the table was refilled with berries, but everything else looked the same. He was looking at me expectantly.

I remembered what I was trying to do in the first place.

“Look...”

“You still want to go home?” Isac said. I nodded plaintively and looked him in the eye.

“I think I know how to do that. I found something out in the woods the other day, maybe it’ll help you.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you helping me now?”

He shrugged and looked away from me. He dropped his shoulders. “I know what its like, let’s just leave it at that.” He paused. “Get dressed and we’ll go.”

I leaped up from the couch and tossed pulled my pants back on. After I finished dressing, I pulled my jacket on and he escorted me outside, where the snow was falling again. Giant snowflakes piled up on my shoulders.

He led me back through the forest, taking me to the cave again. I shook my head. “Not here. I don’t wan to go back in there.”

“Not in there.” He moved to the side of the cave and knelt down on his hooves. He reached down into the thinning and frost-bitten grass, before grasping something. He yanked up and a door opened, revealing a soft light. “In here.”

I walked to the edge of the trapdoor and stared in. Inside was indistinct. I looked at him.

“Just promise me you’ll come back.”

“How would I come back?”

He didn’t answer. After a moment, I climbed down and slipped into the hole, and he closed the trap behind me.

I felt a sharp pain rip through my entire body, making me wheeze. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on the ground outside the cave again.

It was almost sunset, the sky ruddy and orange. The layer of snow that I had began to grow comfortable with in the other world was gone. I climbed to my feet and dusted my jeans off, feeling strange and odd.

I crossed back into the forest and found the tree house, as intact as I expected. I passed it without a second glance, moving across the bridge on the small creek. After a few minutes, I found the edge of my family’s property again.

I sighed heavily and stepped into the yard. I felt different. Like something had changed inside me for good.

A
huge explosion threw light through my drawn curtains. I sat up with a jolt, nearly tumbling out of the bed with surprise. I stared out the window, trying to grip what just woke me up. A fire? A car exploding?

I jumped out of my bed and walked to the window, squinting through the darkness that filled the back yard. Everything looked normal, but I knew the sound had come from there. Without thinking, I threw a jacket and shoes on and slipped out the back door into the empty countryside.

My neighbors were so spread apart it was weird to ever hear them do anything. I hoped it was something collapsing in the barn. It had been falling apart over the last year and I had continually put off repairing it, at least if it finally destroyed itself I’d be guilt free. I shined my flash light through the large barn doors and found nothing different inside; nothing broken or nearing collapse. I turned back to face the house and thought for a moment, resting my hands on my hips and shining the light down at the ground.

I must’ve missed it when I first stepped out of the house, but it was obvious now. A thick smoke plume spiraled up into the sky, seeming to hold the moon in its tendrils. I traced its source to an empty field I hadn’t farmed on in the last year. A lightning strike? But the sky was clear. Vandals trying to scorch my field? Maybe.

I dashed out into the field with a large bucket of water, ready to fight the fire I was expecting to find. When I reached the source there wasn’t a fire, but a huge crater, nearly fifty feet wide. I stared at the smoking earth and peered into the dark cavity in the middle. Something glinted in the blackness, something large and foreboding.

I leaned forward and tried to get a better look. Fumbling with my flash light, I shined it down and revealed a saucer shaped object lodged into the soil, pointing up at an extreme angle. I gasped and dropped the bucket of water as I covered my mouth to try and silence myself. A UFO?

I lowered myself into the crater, slowly sliding down the smoking slope until I reached the epicenter. The UFO was as black as obsidian, and my flash light seemed to disappear against the metal skin of the object. It was like the light was being absorbed. I reached out to touch the craft, but hesitated when I felt the heat emanating off it. I walked around the front and found the top of the UFO cracked open, like a freshly hatched egg. Steam oozed from the broken glass, but what caught my attention was a body. An alien body. It was sprawled out on the ground in front of the craft, possibly thrown from the wreckage.

I stared at it, keeping my flashlight directed, trying to let the image sink in. The long and thin body lay sprawled in the dirt, small mounds piled around its arms from the impact. It was at least seven feet tall. The muscles looked powerful, but sinewy. Large eyelids were closed over the eyes and there weren’t any external ears. I shivered. It stirred and I noticed it was still breathing, and I quickly moved my light away from it — terrified it would wake up and catch me watching.

My mind raced. Should I call the police? The government? I hadn’t a clue. I looked at the injured alien and saw a large gash across one of its legs. It was slowly bleeding a purplish-green liquid the consistency of molasses. I couldn’t explain it, but I something told me to try and save the alien’s life. I knelt down and threw one of its arms around my neck, slowly raising myself up. It was surprisingly light for its size. I carried the creature back to the house.

***

A
t home, I threw the door open and laid the alien down on the couch. He was so tall, his legs hooked over the arm rest, but it was good enough. I certainly couldn’t have it in my bed, could I?

I tried to think of what would help. Water? I grabbed a glass and filled it in the kitchen before setting it down on the coffee table. His gashed leg looked bad. I pulled down a first aid kit from the bathroom and some towels, and moved back into the living room.

He was still asleep. I was partially relieved and partially worried. What if he woke up in my house and panicked? I didn’t know how I could prove I wasn’t a threat, but I did want to keep an eye on him. There was just something so... insane about the whole thing. I lifted his cut leg and spread a towel underneath it, before turning and clicking open the first aid box. Some of the bandages had been raided for small cuts, but the large patch was still sealed in its wrapper. I pulled out the antiseptic and thought long and hard about applying it. Would it be bad? I dabbed a bit on the towel and wiped the cut, soaking up some purple-colored blood. The alien winced and shifted when I applied the antiseptic, but didn’t move again.

I stared at it for a long while, trying to see if he was going to wake up. After a long pause, I unwrapped the bandage and applied it to his leg, putting firm pressure on the wound. I wrapped the tape on the bandage to seal it onto the skin. He looked better already.

I lifted his leg off my lap and placed it back on the couch. He stirred again and I froze, holding my breath without a thought.

His eyes blinked and slowly opened, traveling sideways and disappearing inside his head. They held no irises, but were deep black in color. The same shade as the UFO, they seemed to not reflect any light, but absorb it. I stared at him long and hard as he sat up, rubbing his large head and groaning. He looked at his leg then to me, landing on my eyes. I stared back, still holding my breath tightly in my chest.

He opened his mouth and words poured forth, but not in any language I recognized. Every couple of seconds the words would abruptly change to another accent and dialect, until they were passing through recognizable speech. After cascading through Mandarin, German, Spanish, French, he landed on English: “Hello.”

I blinked hard and exhaled slowly, trying to control my nerves. “Hi.”

He reached out to touch me, but I recoiled and kept him away. “What are you doing?”

He looked at me quizzically and shook his head, as if he were brushing away my question. He looked around the living room his eyes flicked between observing each object, as if he were cataloging them like a machine. The wall clock, the empty fireplace, the coffee table, me, and the glass of water. He stopped on the last object and picked it up with his long fingers, knobby and prehensile. He brought the glass to his mouth and drank it in a single gulp.

I felt something twinge inside me, watching him move. The sight was so surreal, the large body and gray skin. Something almost alluring about it. I pushed the stray thought from my mind. “Are you... hungry?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“Who are you?”

It answered quickly, “
Weirxaln
, but you can call me Wei.”

“Okay, Wei,” I gulped carefully, trying to not make any sudden movements. “I’m Sasha.”

“You found the wreck,” he said. His voice was smooth but had a halting sense to it. As if he had to process each word, translating maybe. His words had the practiced authority of a professor. “And brought me here.”

I nodded quickly and looked at his leg. “You were injured.”

“I see.” His eyes met mine, I couldn’t tell what direction they were looking if he didn’t turn his head, but I could
feel
them make eye contact. I felt my heart race.

After what seemed like forever, I broke my gaze and stood up. Without a word I went into the kitchen and gathered some food to eat. I had no appetite, but I wanted some excuse to leave the room, feeling unnerved and way too guilty about what I was feeling. Something abnormal. I couldn’t let my thoughts overwhelm me.

Maybe I was still sleeping. There was no crash or explosion. I just thought there was. I rubbed my eyes and closed the refrigerator. I tried to make myself wake up, using any technique I knew. I pinched and twisted my skin, I splashed a bit of cold water on my face. I ran my hands over my body and slid my fingers up my crotch, usually the pulse of electricity jolted me awake.

Nothing. But I thought that maybe the last thing was a mistake. I tried to ignore my increasingly intrusive thoughts. Who thinks like this? I tried to shake them away. An Alien, Sasha. An Alien. But why was he here? Didn’t they always perform weird sexual experiments on people? On women? I chuckled to myself and went back into the living room, almost surprised to see him there. He had risen and was sitting up, leaning over and looking at the coffee table with a peculiar intensity.

I sat down next to him and tried not to think about the small gap between our thighs. His legs were thinner than mine, just due to the fact his entire body was longer, as if he had been stretched like taffy. His nudity was baffling.

He gazed at me again and I felt my cheeks flush. I felt the intense friction in the gap between our legs, and I so desperately wanted to bridge it, make that connection. I squirmed in my seat a little and was relieved when he spoke first.

“You’re...” he seemed to think for a second. “Aroused.”

I shook my head and looked away, my cheeks burning even more now. “No, no. I’m not.”

He smiled and reached out to touch me, his hand finding my leg. His hand is warm, almost too warm. I met his eyes and felt the shock rising in me, the sensation of it feeling so right filling me.

“No, I’m not,” I repeated. He shook his head, his hand still resting on my thigh. I didn’t make a move to remove it.

“Sasha,” he said. “You want to touch me. I can feel it —,” he paused. “No, I can hear it, in your mind.”

I stared at him in horror, almost embarrassed. “No — no. You can read my thoughts? Everything I’ve been thinking?”

“Not everything...” he said, a grin crossing his face. “But I am right, aren’t I?”

I pushed my thigh against his hand and he pushed against me more firmly. I felt my chest redden with embarrassment.

“Touch me, Sasha,” the alien said. I nodded as I reached out and stroked his face, his skin somehow cool and warm at the same time. I tingled, a deep and missing yearning in me. I felt like I was starving for his touch.

His hand on my thigh moved. He placed it on my shoulder and started to unbutton my jacket, a fleece I had grabbed from my room before going to investigate the noise. He slowly undid the top two buttons, before taking the zipper in his hand and agonizingly bringing it down, the mouth of the coat slowly unfurling.

My breath quickened with every second he dragged it out, my chest rising and falling noticeably by the time the jacket was completely undone. He traced his hands against my sides, teasing my breasts, and sliding them inside the holes of the jacket. He slowly pushed the sleeves off my shoulders, letting the jacket bunch up at my elbows. I dared not utter a word, lest I break the spell that had fallen over me.

I felt a chill rise through my skin, tempting me to touch him, to kiss him. I couldn’t shake the feeling. I didn’t really want to either.

He gazed into my eyes and I felt something tingle inside me.

The alien groped me, his hand on my breast and eager. I swooned at his touch, feeling my whole body vibrate and warmth flood me.

My face turned away from the monster that sat in my living room. He seemed to look into me, even with my head turned from him. I felt his eyes move up and down, touching me with a probing stare. I couldn’t shake the sensation.

What was the point anyway? I gasped. He reached around my waist and pulled me closer still, my hips touching his. I grimaced as he planted another kiss on my cheek, then another on my lips. Then the tide shrank down and I felt myself go numb, a sensation that was welcome and somehow comforting. His kisses spread through me, and I kissed back. Planted one back on him. He swooned, a kind of chuckle leaving his lips between gasps of air.

A burning sensation, like ginger spice, spread from my lips and entered my mouth, making my tongue itch.