My 1000-years love

Chapter 2

I woke up several times. I don’t know the intervals between my moments of consciousness or how much time had passed. The first time, I was being carried, draped over a shoulder. I heard the awful clanking of metallic footsteps. Each step sounded like a death sentence because I couldn’t move a finger to stop my enemy from taking me into the unknown. The second time, when my eyes briefly opened, I felt an immense atmospheric pressure on my ears, eyes, and throat, as if I were on a supersonic jet. The next time, there was a chilling cold. All I could do was wrap my arms around myself and immediately feel that I was completely naked and covered in a disgusting, clear slime. In a panic, I opened my eyes, using all my strength, and found myself on the floor of a glass cube, about six and a half feet by six and a half feet. What is this? Some kind of horrific game? The glass was foggy. I opened my eyes there several more times. I was feverish and shaking. I had no strength left. I just lay in the fetal position, quietly wailing until I fell back into the merciful darkness. The last time, my oblivion seemed to last the longest.

When consciousness began to return, my first thought was about my children: the main thing is that they are safe with my mom, and I will get out. I’ll get out to them. I felt that I was lying on my back, and my back was on something soft. Definitely not glass. Opening my eyes, I saw a matte metal ceiling of a pleasant warm hue. I was no longer naked. The slime was gone too. Someone had put a very thin cotton pajama on me. It wasn’t cold. On the contrary, I felt amazing. I felt rested, well-slept, full, and at the same time in a state of lazy bliss. It’s like waking up on a weekend and realizing you don’t have to do anything or go anywhere. And you really can do whatever you want. I was overtaken by such a feeling of euphoria that I involuntarily stretched and purred like a cat. How long it had been since I felt so young and alive!

Of course, such a strange reaction couldn’t last long. I abruptly sat up on my new bed. It was a soft couch, standing in the middle of a medium-sized room. The couch had a semi-circular glass cover, which was now flipped open to the right. I was lying here like a turkey on a platter, I thought for some reason, and then turned my gaze to the walls. One wall was bare. Another had a door, the third had a window, behind which it was dark now. It must be night. The wall to my left was a solid panel of lights and buttons. Something medical. I must be in a hospital. God, they experimented on me! I felt myself again – everything was in place. Only my skin felt strange, like a child’s. No wrinkles, no moles, smooth and even, like silk. And my chest. It seemed a bit larger? Okay, I’ll deal with that later. I got off the table and approached the panel, stunned. Streams of unknown hieroglyphs flowed from small screens. Definitely not Japanese. Not even Egyptian. Are these the codes of the maniac who keeps me here? I need to get out.

For some reason, the door didn’t seem like a reasonable option. Considering that he had kidnapped me against my will, I didn’t want to meet that giant sadist again. With naive hope, I flew to the small round window of strange design. An inspection showed that I had no idea how to open it. The convex glass smoothly blended into the wall without any seams, frames, or hints of levers. Let’s abandon this idea and try to figure out where I had ended up. To even glimpse out the window, I had to move a nearby unnaturally heavy stool. I barely shifted it.

Outside the window were stars. Not just a starry sky over a field or forest. No, they were everywhere: above, on the sides, and below. The convex shape of the glass provided an excellent view. A red nebula silently and somewhat sadly drifted below my feet.

I don’t know how long I stood there until it completely passed beneath me and began to fade into the unknown. My chin trembled:

“Is that... is that...”

It was completely obvious that I was not on Earth. It was completely obvious that this was an alien ship. It was completely obvious that that black-haired jerk was an alien, and he, damn him, had kidnapped me. Stolen me from my children. I didn’t know what they would do to me, but before they cut off even a piece of me in their horrific experiments, I would kill him, tear him apart with my bare teeth, and scratch out his eyes with my nails. I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t. It wouldn’t change anything, and I would just lose my ability to think clearly. And I still needed to kill him. But then, a stupid hope raised its head. Maybe they would do whatever they needed to do with me and then return me? Then I shouldn’t resist. Find some common ground, be a good girl. Maybe they would return me?

People tell different stories about how they’ve been “there”—they are laughed at, no one believes them, and they are labeled as crazy. Well, now I believe. And if someone returns to Earth, then I have a slim chance too. Firmly deciding to pull myself together, I took a deep breath and sat on the floor under the window to await my fate. Now, my recent sarcophagus-couch was between me and the door, hiding most of it except for the very bottom. It was good when I was a child: crawl under the table or under the blanket, and that’s it, you’re safely hidden from all villains. I closed my eyes and tried to do some breathing exercises. At least clear my mind a bit and face my captors with a clear ability to negotiate and persuade.

I hadn’t been sitting for even five minutes when the door hissed open, and someone’s legs entered. They seemed to be normal human legs in stylish designer shoes. The legs approached the control panel, turning away from me. Come what may, I would have to make contact. Sitting on my haunches, I peeked out of my hiding place and saw an ordinary person. Only very tall. A man, an ashen blonde with tousled hair about 4 inches long. So, this was not my abductor. He was wearing a drab-colored T-shirt and silver pants, somewhat reminiscent of jeans. After entering a series of commands and clearly not suspecting that he wasn’t alone, the man swiftly pulled off his T-shirt and began unbuttoning his pants. His back was covered with terrible bruises and contusions. But. It was perfect. Here, in deep space, among the captors, among enemies, among strangers, the nervous knot between my legs seemed to plunge into the abyss and became moist.

I reacted to the man! A real, live man, not a figment of my imagination. This hadn’t happened to me in the last ten years... maybe never. I exhaled loudly. The stranger, with his pants still unbuttoned, turned sharply. I tried to hide, too late realizing that I was acting like a three-year-old. It’s okay, I’ve been kidnapped, I’m allowed. I really don’t know what behavior would be right or normal in this situation. Smiling, he walked around the obstacle and stopped, looking down at me. We were silent, just studying each other. I was still sitting on the floor. He towered over me like a mountain.

Of course, he wasn’t human. His eyes were almost human. Almost, because they shone as brightly as the stars in the cosmos outside the window. And they were breathtaking. The nervous knot between my legs tightened even more, and I barely stifled a moan. What is happening to me? Then he smiled even wider, revealing two insane dimples in his cheeks and some playful wrinkles around his eyes. Clenching my teeth, I jumped to my feet like a wild cat and backed away. Just to avoid throwing myself at him, begging him to keep me forever as a pet. And if he didn’t want to, at least take me right here and now and rid me of this terrible, aching feeling of emptiness inside. He raised his hands in a gesture of trust and began speaking quickly.

Of course, I didn’t understand a word and looked around in confusion. The language was hissing, a bit growling, but still soft due to the large number of double vowels. “Beautiful language,” I thought distantly.

He fell silent, finally realizing that talking to me like that was like talking to an angry squirrel. It wouldn’t lead to understanding. He pulled something out of the many medical drawers and very slowly, raising his hands, came toward me. Clutched between his fingers was something that looked like a couple of pills. Continuing to talk monotonously, the stranger gestured that one pill should be placed in my ear and the other placed on my throat. Then we can understand each other, he concluded, pointing with his hands at me, then at himself, and amusingly imitating two people talking. So he came closer and closer, and I stared at his unzipped fly like a horny schoolgirl. True, except for a strip of blond hair running under his clothes, there was nothing else showing there. But even the sight of eight cubes of abs made my mouth dry.

I was frankly mesmerized. Until I flinched when I felt the gentle touch of his fingers on my chin. He lifted my head, forcing me to look into his eyes, and nodded uncertainly. It took me a long minute to realize that this was his way of asking permission to put the thing in my ear.

But I used that time to gaze admiringly and unceremoniously at his green glowing eyes. Human irises, the whites. But the color! Like two tropical lakes of emerald water, promising you pleasure and tenderness like you’ve never experienced before. You have to get out of this vortex before it’s too late. Inhaling deeply, I nodded in agreement. He gripped my chin a little tighter, but still incredibly gentle, and, looking straight into my eyes, put one pill in my ear. There was a hiss that made me jerk away, groping my ear. He was still holding my head.

“Easy, easy. It’s an inorganic implant. It’s harmless. It just dissolved into your brain’s cortex. Now you can understand me.”

What a soft, deep voice! He approached very closely and lifted my head even higher, causing my lips to involuntarily part. His fingers traced along my neck with his other hand, and again there was a hiss. But this time I didn’t flinch, staring into his fantastical eyes.

“Now you can speak to me,” he said, running his thumb over my slightly parted lips.

I didn’t want to speak at all. In that moment, as he caressed my lips, the pleasure reverberated threefold between my legs. All I wanted was to continue experiencing the growing sweet and tantalizing sensation, promising an insane release and ecstasy.

He was the first to give in, noted that part of me that was still capable of evaluating what was happening. Bending down to my height, he barely brushed my lips with his own before pulling back, only to repeat it again. And then again and again, with quick, hungry nipping kisses, forcing me to retreat further towards the wall. Within seconds, he took a deep breath, wrapped his arms around my waist, pulled me tightly to him, and effortlessly lifted me off the ground, raising me higher to capture my lips in a deep, all-consuming kiss. He kissed them with the greed of someone dying of hunger or thirst. My head was spinning, and my thoughts vanished. In the empty shell of my body, only a sweet sense of the rightness of the moment remained. And only a quiet voice somewhere in the back of my mind spoke its weighty word: “You are a free, single woman. You have the right to enjoy this. On Earth, throughout your entire life, you have never even come close to a situation where a living embodiment of desire pounced on you like this. And you wanted it just as passionately, being as free as a bird. Give in to the impulse! Take your moment of happiness! Such a chance may never come again.” Having received indulgence from my conscience, I loudly moaned “Yesss!” and thought of nothing else.

“You smell so sweet... there,” he whispered hoarsely into my ear, touching me between my legs. A wave of goosebumps immediately ran through my body. He set me down on the floor, and in the next second, my pajama pants were torn in half. Feeling the cold, I struggled. Not giving me a chance to recover, he immediately grabbed me again, lifted me, pressed me against the wall, and captured my lips in a long kiss. He spread my legs wide around him and... entered. So slowly, so gently, sweetly but relentlessly, that I closed my eyes, bracing for the most incredible pleasure of my life. Needless to say, everything about him was perfect—not just his height, eyes, and abs, but everything else too. He stretched me from the inside, filling me almost to the point of pain. Although the slight pain quickly turned into a sensation of growing pressure, tension, and a longing feeling that demanded more, more, and more... stronger, sharper, deeper, and... all the sensations exploded at once. In shock, I couldn’t make a sound, savoring every moment of pleasure and not wanting to dilute it with any unnecessary movement, effort, or breath. He continued, and I gasped for air, realizing that I had experienced pleasure like this for the first time in my life.

Of course, I had had orgasms before—far more than just one, and even far more than a hundred—but they were all... a bit unreal, if you know what I mean, superficial. I even thought that nothing else was possible for me. My eyes filled with tears, which my stranger watched with delight as he moved faster and faster, and finally, with a convulsive intake of breath, his burning gaze never leaving me, he tensed like a string and moaned loudly.