◇♡◇ ~2.5k words, don't worry, the alien will fuck you ◇♡◇ Aliens count as monsters yeah? Like light core monster but still monster ◇♡◇
The aliens your job keeps in 5x4 cells are highly intelligent. You were originally hired for thirty hours a week to bring in meals and tend their living space when pulled out for ‘testing’. About a month in you were volun-told you'd be the sole one responsible for cell care and you now work seven days a week after the creatures had reportedly attacked several other employees. You'd even heard whispers that one of the males had killed one of the guys you often failed to avoid on the ship.
No one really understands how it happened. The footage shows Jared outside the cell and the aliens inside, not even looking his way. In the next frame Jared was splattered around the hallway. After several dragging seconds, the frame jumps again to a completely clean hall. No Jared. No one's seen him since.
Over the last six months, a type of sign language had emerged. At first it was simple, like miming drinking and writing, but developed through a lot of confusion and assumptions that you were in fact understanding each other.
You'd understood the youngest as she'd complained to you of her hair being tangled. You'd snuck them all brushes after that. The women began to entertain themselves by arranging their navy waves into intricate braids. The little one often clicked in agitation as she failed to imitate the women's practiced motions, trying to learn through the glass.
You were eventually able to learn the beings were related. A mother, father, son and two daughters. You ignored the relief you'd felt that the male a few years older than yourself was related to the girl your age. Just like you ignore how recently he's begun to lower his voice, Chehrkk- the best pronunciation you'd managed- watching you intently from just beyond that glass, chittering and clicking in the same reverent pattern his parents used with each other.
For months you'd wracked your brain for a way to free them, without getting yourself thrown into space, or, though they'd deserve it, get most of the ship killed. You've zero training in understanding the massive motherboard and wouldn't know where to start in setting course back to Earth. After hours and hours of plotting, you had nothing.
When you began the process of using your unique language to explain you wanted to free them, to open their cages, you planned to roll over what that would mean for you. You were past the point of being able to live with what they were being put through. However, when you tried to skip the hard part of the conversation, Chehrkk understood what you weren't saying.
From what you could understand of his furious signing, letting you sacrifice yourself was out of the question. You'd spent half your shift arguing over the whole thing. Entirely in vain.
The next day they'd managed their escape all on their own.
It started when you brought in dinner. Each cell has a small opening to slide the tray in, the same thing that's happened since they were initially captured over a year ago. But today, when you opened Chehrkk's slot you blinked and he was standing before you. Outside the glass.
You freeze as he opens the slots of his family's doors and in the next instant the hall is suddenly too small as you stand with five aliens. Have they always been able to do that?
Chehrkk grabs both your arms, clicking to you in a way you knew was important but you couldn't understand. It's then your ears fade from fuzzy ringing to an emergency alert system and you register their escape triggered an alarm.
You shove the man away, shouting and signing for him to go, to be free of the ship. He only grips you harder, still rushing foreign instructions in your direction as he drags you with them. One moment you're falling over your feet to keep up, the next you're stumbling to a halt on an entirely new ship.
The stark white walls of the United Freedom are replaced with dark wood trims and warm highlights. The blaring alarms replaced with a soft hum from this ships engine.
Chehrkk gently turns you towards him, his eyes and features softer now as he watches you for your reaction. To see if you're furious or scared they've taken you from your people.
You just stand, staring and unable to form a response or really process the fact that you'd been taken by aliens. A part of your mind registers you're in shock. The youngest, oblivious to your struggle, grabs your hands and moves them to her loose waves. She chitters and signs for you to braid her hair. When you finally find your tongue, your eyes flick between the four adult aliens and quietly ask if now you would be taken for ‘testing’.
The tension broke as they rush to reassure you in amused clicks, Chehrkk moving in closer to your side like a personal guard.
Once the clicking teases die down, the mother mentions you and medicine, making you wary once again. She does her best to explain it will help you understand as they herd you down the halls.
You wind up on a medical bed, not far off from the ones on your ship, an older being with the same pale blue skin, too long limbs, and solid colored eyes chittering at you as he holds up a tiny, square metal. Chehrkk smiles at you as he repeats ‘to understand’, nodding his encouragement.
You take a deep breath as the doctor loads the implant into an injection device and lines it behind your ear. It's almost painless.
“That wasn't so bad now, was it?” The aged click of the older alien registering as perfect English even as you hear his native tongue.
A smile blooms over your face. A translator. “Now, we can really understand each other.” Chehrkk says warmly in your ear as he brushes a strand behind it before cupping your cheek.
As they show you around the ship, they explain that yes, they could've left their cells at any time and were only behaving for the general entertainment of it all as they experienced ‘human abduction’. Apparently your bosses were unable to actually damage or even scare the beings. You scolded them for not letting you in on their lack of captivity earlier, but you could understand them not trusting a random human. No matter how nicely you may have treated them while being more stuck on that ship than they ever were.
Their living quarters are nice, a ton of space with comfortable furniture. You may not recognize the decorative items but the unit holds many familiar aspects like family photos, distinct spaces for different aspects of living, and the comfort of a home. The parents assure you they'd take you to get living arrangements sorted tomorrow. You follow the moms amused glance at her son, just catching the reluctant look on his face before his features relax into an a casual mask.
For tonight, Chehrkk offered to take the couch, refusing to hear it when you insisted he should sleep in his own bed after being held by humans for over a year who at least wanted to cause him harm.
That's how you find yourself awkwardly standing in your alien crushes room as he explains the water system to you from the attached bathroom, though it looks more like a mini garden with a massive stone tub embedded in the pink foliage covering the floor. After years with a shower you could hardly fit in, you nearly cry at the sight of the soaking tub.
“Would you like me to fill your waters?” He keeps his tone light, but this was intimate in his culture. After you've spent so long tending to him and his family, for caring so deeply for them as to be willing to sacrifice your own life to free theirs, Chehrkk needed to tend to you. To show his gratitude. To show you his intentions. Granted, this was a bold way to offer a courtship.
“Please,” you motion him on and finally enter the room, already tugging at the zipper of your top suit. Chehrkk knows he shouldn't, but finds it impossible not to watch the skin of your arms be revealed in the reflection of the faucet. You'd never left your quarters without a full suit so this was his first look at your soft flesh. He starts to burn himself as the tap turns hot while he stares. “Are you joining?”
You were unfamiliar with his culture and communal bathing is a thing in places on Earth. The tub had plenty of room for two. Chehrkk nearly falls into the water as he spins in his kneeled position to face you. Seeing the shock stretch his already wide features you start to take it back, to explain yourself. He rushes to cut you off. “I'd be honored to join you,” adding your name at the end in his best English pronunciation.
Though you'd offered, it still feels awkward to continue undressing. Chehrkk making no move to also remove his clothes. He just watches you with thinly veiled desire. The crazy part of your brain, the part that made you itch to preen under his stare for months now, has you tipping your chin up and keeping your eyes on the aliens as you slip the straps of your tank down.
He doesn't even register the way he stalks forward with each slide of fabric over your body. When you turn, slowly bending forward to remove your shorts, pretty folds just barely hidden in little pink panties, he presses in, warm hands spanning your hips.
He tugs you back up, your body flush to his, his nose trailing up your neck with a long inhale. He groans an intoxicated apology in your ear- he's disrespecting you with his lack of control- even as he shifts you, pressing your stomach down onto the countertop.
He rambles as his hands reverently roam your skin, promises of making up his behavior to you. As his fingers dip past your panties, rubbing his fingers through your folds until they're soaked, he studies your every twitch and mewl, quickly figuring out the perfect firm pressure against your clit. As he gently pulses the pressure on your bud, he's in your ear demanding you fall apart for him, using his free hand to roughly grab at your ass.
You give him what he wants, rocking your hips in his hands, messily rubbing yourself along his rough palm. When your hips stop, your satisfied little pants dying down, he jerks his hand free, the one on your ass moving to grip your chin, to make you look him in the eye as he slowly licks his hand clean. You fight his grip with the sole desire to get closer. He easily keeps you in place, taking his time soaking his tongue in your essence.
When he's finished, Chehrkk picks his rambling up again as he picks you up, shoving you onto the counter on your back. He looks you in the eye as he slowly removes his clothes, swearing a piece of himself to you with every article he removes. His honor, his heart, his body.
He lines himself with your body, cock a reasonable length but astonishing in its width. Heavy as he taps it to your hole to make delicious, wet slapping sounds. You can't help but wriggle as he works the fat tip inside.
He has to drag out and along your folds several times before he's stuffed himself inside you, finishing his rambling with a promise to make you his wife as he grinds into your walls. The stretch gives you that feeling of even your throat being filled even as he only pushes into your wet cunt.
You're almost annoyed at your own inability to keep quiet as he sets a steady, unrelenting pace. He's unashamed as he groans his pleasure in small praises, “feels so good” “fucking going to make me cum too fast” dripping between heady, desperate rambles “need this cunt” “gonna make you all sticky baby” “you like this, hm?” The last phrase not a check in, but a hungry tease before he drives into you faster. The winded chuckled he releases pushing you over that ledge again.
Chehrkk curses through your walls seizing over his cock, praising how you milk him, groaning as you become impossibly wetter, softer. He strokes through your waves of bliss, putting his ear over your lips to not miss the overstimulated, pleasured little noises he works from your body.
You beg him to fill you, swearing you simply can't take anymore as he steadily pumps his hips, each a full rock of his length through your walls. His shoulders shake as he keeps his pace, biting back his own release. He's barely even touched you.
Chehrkk buries himself inside you, keeping still to give you a little relief as he presses his mouth to yours, his tongue stroking in deep to explore yours. The kiss is sloppy and hungry, your teeth clashing at one point, and it makes you rock against his still hips. He doesn't give you what you're looking for, instead adding his focus to your breasts, palming the soft skin, fingers pinching and stroking your nipples with the same intention he'd given your clit.
You whine. You push his hips back then pull them forward again. He laughs as you try to make him fuck you. You aren't able to move him much.
It takes you pouting, stating he should be sweet to his future wife for him to smile down at you, that teasing tone returning. “Is that so my future little wife? I'll give you something sweet baby. C'mere.” Chehrkk jerks you up into his arms, still impaled on his cock. He holds you unsupported, moving you from tip to base with fluid ease, his head dipping so his long tongue can lap at the tender bud on your chest.
“Let it go. Now.” He demands, cock deep inside your walls, fingers returning to your clit. Your body warms, a ripple of pleasure starting low in your belly. You make a mess along his cock. He makes a mess in your pussy.
He manages a few more strokes, massaging his seed into your flesh before slowly pulling out. Your face burns as your combined pleasure drips out of you in thick globs, landing and dripping back off his cock. You're a bit embarrassed, he's holding himself back from fucking it back into you.
Chehrkk doesn't take the couch that night, instead he spends the evening holding you to his side. He tells you he's loved you for a long time, that he couldn't help himself as he watched you.
He'd seen you sneak his little sister dolls you could get your hands on, and when you bought craft supplies for his other sister to give her something to do. You'd gotten his father bigger portions when you'd noticed him begin to waste away. They could've left at any time but you didn't know that, and consequences be damned, your heart couldn’t let that stand. His heart won't let you go.
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