Two weeks they had been waiting for someone to come for them. Two long weeks. By their calculations, they hadn’t been that far behind the others when the engine decided to take a shit. Black smoke billowed from the engine, choking them with the fumes. So now, here they sat, surrounded by the most breathtaking view of paradise. Years and years ago, Earth had once looked like this, but like all good things it had to come to an end. People just didn’t care, they took for granted the greatness that was their home.
Everyday since they had departed from the dying planet, Amanda imagined what this new world they were venturing to would be like. Would it be as beautiful as the planet they were now on? Their two-man shuttle was loaded down with ammunition that needed to get to their new world. Amanda checked once again to make sure the emergency beacon light was flashing. She felt sure someone would find them soon, after all, they were carrying valuable cargo.
During the days she had the strange feeling something or someone was watching them, and at night a glowing red light could be seen in the distance. The lieutenant suggested they check it out, but Amanda had a sinking feeling that whatever it was wasn’t going to be anything they wanted a part of.
“I’ve had it with sitting around with our thumbs up our asses waiting for someone to rescue us. I’m going to scout around. Will you be okay by yourself ’till I get back?” Brian asked.
A slight feeling of panic washed over her for all of five seconds. This was just the sort of thing he would love to see from her, and she refused to give him any sort of satisfaction. Holding up her gun for him to see, she clicked it from stun to fuck-a-bitch-up. A cruel smile crossed her lips. “Yeah I think I can handle myself just fine, thanks.”
Bradshaw just shook his head with a shit-eating grin. He disappeared into the dense forest that kept their ship nicely hidden. Some of the leaves grew in giant proportions, shielding them from the heat the overly large sun produced. Sweat trickled down her back as she returned to her work. It didn’t matter how many times she went back and forth over the mechanical problems, she didn’t see any way to fix it. It was just supposed to be a simple hop, skip, and jump to their destination. Nothing like this should have happened.
She was frustrated at how hard she worked to get where she was, just to be stuck on an unknown planet that may or may not even be in the right galaxy. Amanda’s mind wondered back to the time when she decided to go into the military. The smell of urine and filth clogged her nose as she made her way up the stairs after school. As she opened the door to the one-room apartment, the coppery smell of blood assaulted her senses, stopping her cold. Living in the roughest part of Chicago she had seen her fair share of badness, but she never would have imagined walking into her own living, breathing nightmare.
Amanda choked back tears as the sight burned brightly in her mind. The blood pooled around her mother’s head distracted her from the fact that she wasn’t alone. Out of the corner of her eye, a figure came at her with a knife. In the end she ended up an orphan and had one hell of a lasting reminder.
She ran her fingers along the jagged scar that started at the back of her ear and ended in the middle of her throat. There was no sense in reminiscing with her nightmares. The past for her was just that. The past. After surviving all she had, there was nowhere to go but forward. Nose in the books, she graduated high school and went straight into the military. Her shooting skills surpassed most everyone in her unit, and when she applied for special ops she was immediately accepted. Within five years she was at the top of her game, highly regarded by her peers, so it wasn’t surprising when she was approached for a mission into space. The training was boot camp times one hundred, but she persevered and in no time at all she was at the top of her class.
Making captain of her own shuttle was the happiest day of her life. She just wished her mother was alive to share in her joy. Being alone sucked, but Amanda did what she knew best. Throwing herself into her career helped mask the pain some, but at times like this it was hard.
Blinking a few times brought her back to the present and the fact that darkness was fast closing in on her and so was the panic. She was alone. Brian hadn’t made it back. How could he be so stupid as to wonder off so far he couldn’t make it back in time?
Amanda’s heart was hammering a rhythm against her chest that was almost painful. When he first stuck his tongue inside her, she wasn’t sure what to expect but it certainly wasn’t the mind-blowing feeling she got. It was like he was touching places that had never been touched before, and certainly not in the last year-in-a-half, if ever. She wanted to grab his head and grind her pussy all over his face, she was so fucking turned on, but the restraints prevented her from moving.
Just as she was about to come, the bastard did the unthinkable, he pulled away from her aching flesh and rose above her. His eyes blazed brighter than before as he placed the head of his cock at her sopping wet opening. Through the sexual haze, Amanda heard the crowd go still. Anticipation hung in the air, for what, she didn’t know. She felt it then, his hardness stretching her unused flesh. Every nerve ending she had came alive. Blood filled her clit making her ache with need.
“Oh, god.” She screamed, all the while wondering how this could feel so good when she was clearly looking into the eyes of a demon.
Inch by inch he pushed in, making her tight flesh stretch to the point of delicious pain. Never in all her thirty-three years had anyone filled her so completely. She could feel every ridge and contour that ran along his huge shaft wreaking havoc on her sensitive insides. When he was fully seated inside her, he stilled. His tongue shot out and curled around her nipple, tugging as he pulled inch by slow inch out, only leaving the very tip just inside her opening. When he pushed back in, it was with some force, causing her to lift up to meet his hard thrusts. A low moan escaped her lips at the sheer pleasure she felt.
As his momentum picked up, warmth spread over her, heating her from the outside in. He licked and sucked her throat just before he sank his teeth into her neck. There was an instant of pain just before an orgasm, like nothing she had ever felt, ripped through her. It was then that she realized that flames were surrounding them, licking at their skin. A scream lodged in her throat. It took her a few moments to realize she wasn’t being burnt, that what happened to Bradshaw was now happening to her. It was a part of them, a warm ball of flame that engulfed them in its warmth.
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As Sinner eased into her tight body, her taste still lingered on his tongue. Her flavor was intoxicating, rushing through his senses like a drug. He searched her eyes for pain as he stretched her channel, but all he saw was desire. When she finally lifted her hips in order to meet his thrusts it only fueled his lust higher, causing him to thrust harder and harder. The sound of their flesh connecting was all he could concentrate on as he blocked out the noise around them. His only focus was on the woman below him and what her reaction would be when the mating ritual was complete.
As he sank his teeth into her neck, her blood flooded into his mouth. Swallow after swallow he drank her blood as her pussy milked his cock. She struggled with her restraints as she shuddered around him. It was like a volcano erupting when his seed bathed her womb, filling her with their future. Just then the crowd went wild as the flames burst forth, solidifying their mating as a success.