Chapter 5 Ember

Trembling with rage, I comply with the human’s demands and let my body shrink and contort to that of a woman again. I turn back to Anya, watching her tremble in fear on my bed. I want to rip these fuckers apart, but if I do that, then what will she think of me? 

They step into my room, step towards her, and I growl low in my throat. I’ve taken both of these men to my bed before; they should know better than anyone that I don’t let people take what’s mine until I’m done with them.

“Ember, she’s leaving whether you like it or not,” the smaller male says, and I imagine ripping out his throat with my teeth just for thinking he can tell me how it’s going to be.

“I will escort her out when she is properly dressed!” I hiss, glaring over my shoulder at him. He’s looking me up and down, licking his lips, and I know I’ll be taking out my blue balls on him the moment Anya is gone. I can’t stay like this, and the chance I’ll ever see her again is slim to none. 

“She won’t be leaving just yet; the boss needs a word with her,” the one with a gun says.

I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up. My body vibrates, skin prickling, as I resist the urge to change into a seeder and kill them anyway. No humans go to see the boss and come out unscathed; sometimes they don’t come out alive. If a human goes in there, they’ve fucked up royally.

“Anya has done nothing to deserve—” I start, but the gun presses against the corner of my mouth and silences me. My eyes widen, and I cock my head to the side as I look up at the man who’s about to die. He sees the shift in my demeanor and blinks, stepping back so fast he falls into the other one, but it’s too late. My tail twitches, my body switching back to male, and I stab the tip of my tail through his mouth and out the back of his head. He gurgles, blood pooling around my tail, and I grin at the other one savagely.

“Never threaten me; that was rule one. Was it not?” I whisper, slowly pulling my tail out of his mouth and skull as I move my attention to the other man. He’s holding up his coworker's dead body and shaking with rage. Behind me, I expect to hear screaming, but there’s only silence. 

“Y-you guys, you’re not supposed to—” Anya stutters in shock.

“What? Defend ourselves? The rule is to never threaten or hurt the merchandise, yes? He pressed his gun to my mouth; I reacted. Would you like to see another reaction?” I growl, stepping closer to the dead man’s body and pinning them both to the wall.

“You’ll die for this!” the other man screams, and my grin turns to something psychotic. I watch my own reflection in his eyes, seeing how predatory I look and loving every second of it. Part of me feels like it’s awakening after so long of being in a drugged, sex crazed stupor. 

“Is that a threat?” I purr, and feel my tail harden at the tip again in preparation to take another life. I’m ready, more than ready, to get back on with my mission and get out of here. I’ll take Anya with me. I will crave no other body if she’s near me. My cock twitches, still hard, at the thought of taking her wherever and whenever I want. My tail flicks violently from side to side; there are only a few humans between me and freedom.

“You’re so fucking done, Alien scum!” the man screams, and my tail flies.

“No!” Anya whispers from behind me; her voice is so quiet I almost didn’t hear it. That’s not what stopped my murderous rage. I feel small fingers flex against the thickness of my tail before she yanks it. I step backwards, surprised, and turn to face her. She’s got both hands on my tail, pulling me back with determination in her eyes. “Do not kill him!” she hisses.

I can see my own shock in the reflection of her eyes, but she’s not looking at my face. She’s looking at my cock as it bobs up and down when I flex. Her eyes are tracking a bead of my seed as it rolls down the head of my throbbing cock.

“Lie back down, Anya…” I demand, completely ignoring the man behind me. He has ceased to exist in my mind. Anya’s hands are stained with the dead man’s blood, her small fingers barely fitting around the thickness of my tail. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She tightens her grip on my tail, hands flexing, and I groan with need. “If you’re not careful, when I fill you with my length, I might be too rough. You’re making me crazy…”

There’s a spark of something in her eyes, fear or excitement; it’s hard to discern. I step towards her, and she slowly releases my tail. Every inch sliding through her silken palms makes me feel like I could cum from her touch on my tail alone. 

Another step, I can feel her breath dance against the ridges of my abdomen. She isn’t obeying me; she isn’t lying down. It will be her mouth first, then. Her lips part, her sinful little tongue darting out to wet them. Does she want this? I grip the base of my cock and aim my need at her mouth, and she moans, then screams. 

Startled, I freeze, but then I feel it; the reason for her scream.

“Bad little bitch…” my boss says from behind me, and I have a millisecond to realize what's about to happen before the cattle prod pressed to my back electrocutes me.

I scream, an animalistic sound closer to that of a wild cat than a man. Electricity courses through my body again, making me shift rapidly from Seeder to Bearer. One moment I have a cock, and then I have breasts to go with it. I fall to my knees, bones and muscles spasming, and stare up at Anya’s screaming face. 

I’m helpless to do anything as I’m jabbed again and again with the cattle prod; I can’t reach out and touch Anya as the fucker who busted my door down comes between us and throws her naked body over his shoulder. He’s walking out, Anya’s screaming, and my teeth are about to shatter from grinding through the pain of the electricity.

Anya’s echoing screams fade as she’s taken further and further away, and I hear the telltale sound of a belt being unclasped behind me. “You need to be reminded of where your place is!” my employer hisses, and his pants drop to the ground. He shocks me one more time, forcing my body back to female, and he bends me over the bed. “If you need fucked so bad you think you can kill my men to get it? You get punished!”

He grabs the base of my tail, yanking it up and to the side, before he plunges his micro cock into me. My training kicks in, and I moan, even though I can barely feel a thing. He lays over my back, surrounding my neck with both hands and squeezes as he fucks me as hard as he can. If not for the cattle prod lying by the bed beside me, I might have laughed. He couldn’t pleasure a blow-up doll with that pinkie-sized thing he’s packing. If it wasn't for the fact that he could kill me if I don’t obey, or hurt Anya, I would just kill him too.

“You! Will! Obey! Your owner!” he growls, punctuating every word with a weak thrust. Finally, his seed dribbles out of him weakly, and he collapses on my back, breathing hard.

“Yes, master…” I comply, knowing the words I’m supposed to say to the man who owns me for the time being. 

“Because of what you’ve done, you’re only getting the shit deals for the rest of the month. You will service me every night, and fuck the nastiest motherfuckers I can find. Without pay. You owe me that for killing my best man.”

“I’m your best fuck here, boss. You sure you want to waste me on the chattel?” I grin over my shoulder, wiggling my feminine ass against him. He doesn’t realize that I don’t care what humans look or smell like. It’s all about filling my insatiable need.

“I said you wouldn’t get paid; I didn’t say I wouldn’t.”

I freeze, realizing he plans to whore me out like some cheap trick and pocket all the money. 

“Ten-minute sessions for the whole month; you’ll be so full of cum by the time it’s over, you’ll have more semen than sense. This is the price you pay…”

He gets up and leaves after that, no more words required. I lay on my stomach for a few minutes, contemplating the worth of everything I just did. No, the human male wasn’t worth a month of free fucks, but Anya? I’d do it all again just to smell her. 

As if on demand, her smell wafts back into the room and I roll over seductively to see her, but it’s the other man, the one I hadn’t killed. He’s got her dress in his hands and an evil grin on his face. “You know what I want…” he growls, stepping forward and ripping me up by my hair. He wraps her dress around my neck and holds it behind me like a handle. I change, shifting back into a male and opening my mouth. The smell of Anya surrounds me; I can close my eyes and imagine this is her I’m servicing. 

A hard cock jams into my mouth, the dress twisting tighter and tighter as he thrusts viciously. This is how he likes it, for me to be male and submissive. At least to begin with. His cock slips down my throat, and he pulls the dress tighter, tighter. 

I remember Anya on the bed, her hands around my tail.

I swallow the first load of semen, but he’s pissed. He isn’t stopping.

I imagine if she’d done that while we were alone, and my hand grabs my own cock.

He’s limp in my mouth, but he isn’t letting me breathe. He slaps my face, pulls my hair.

I imagine Anya is lying down obediently, spreading those pretty pink legs for me.

The fucker throws me on my back, turning around so his ass is facing me, and lowers himself on my cock. I grunt, moaning low in my throat. It’s not the bouncer who's raising himself up and down, fucking himself on my rigid length. No, it’s Anya; her slim waist and round bottom are soft in my hands. I spread her cheeks, watching myself sink in and out of her, adoring the sweet slickness coating my cock. 

She’s beautiful, more beautiful than any human I’ve ever had. More beautiful than my scientist. My balls tense, pulling tight. I grab her hips, thrusting up harder and harder, grunting and groaning with divine pleasure as she moans and calls my name. I fill her with my seed, wave after wave of creamy whiteness pouring out of her. She whimpers, pulling off my still spewing cock, and sprays cum all over my chest and face.

I blink, coming back to the present, and see the bouncer and his limp dick as it spews the last drops of seed on my cock. Furious, I pull myself to my feet and haul him out the broken door. I throw him hard against the hallway wall, but he just laughs. I watch his gaze as it looks back down the hallway towards the bar, and I see a line of people waiting.

“Your punishment has already started, Ember. Better go lay down; these people are paying four times the amount because they get to do whatever they want to you!” The bouncer cackles with laughter as he pulls his pants up and walks back towards the bar. 

I stare at the people in line, my lips pressed hard together. They are mostly men, but a couple of the women in the line look more ready to hurt an alien than the men do. 

This is going to be a long night. I turn and walk back into my room, listening to the requests of the next person I have to service. Will I have enough memories of Anya to get me through this? Her dress is still on the bed, and as I shift back to female and get on my hands and knees, I bury my face in the sequin fabric that smells so much like her and inhale deeply. 

This will just have to do, I guess…

Anya…

Anya…our time was brief, but I feel your mark on me will last a lifetime.