A lot a random space stuff flies into the earth’s atmosphere and burns up. So much in fact, that those organizations with the equipment capable of detecting that matter don’t generally feel alarmed when it happens.
I imagine that these beings that brought humanity to heel were detectable by some means before their descension upon our unsuspecting race. Likely ignored just like everything else, why wouldn’t they be? Until they didn’t burn up, until they impacted the ground like rods of brimstone, leveling miles of ground around their impact sites. Those who died in this way, were lucky, quick… first. They didn’t have to see what came after.
Drones and aircraft were sent over these areas of course, they didn’t last long. The feeds would go dead without catching so much as a glimpse of anything strange. Other than the sundered earth. It took almost a day I think, for *them* to reach any inhabited places, they don’t move particularly fast. I think it’s because they don’t feel rushed, this was an attack at their leisure.
I was in my car, coming home from a not so interesting job in sales. I was fortunate to be in a vehicle when they came. I was nearly home, a block away, when it happened just behind me. A man, young, running in his athletic shorts and tank-top, flew into a mess of parts and viscera. Nothing visible near him, no monstrous entity, no blades, and no clue. Instant, brutal death at the hands of one of them. My rear-view soon became filled with similar instances of slaughter.
I didn’t go home, I just drove. I made it as far as my car would take me, middle of nowhere on a very long and deserted highway. I got out of my car, took my backpack full of water and snacks, and trekked into the woods just about half a mile off the highway. Anyone who’s worked in door to door sales would be foolish to not carry such provisions in their car. The woods were strikingly quiet that night, I fell asleep quickly with my coat as a pillow.
I awaken to the sound of wind moving through the leaves, and a rare but consistent bird song. Light is streaming at a low angle through the trees, it’s still morning. I stand upright and slip my slightly damp jacket back on, it’s spring and the weather is perfect, despite yesterday’s events. The world keeps turning. After I eat a makeshift breakfast, I wonder back out into the long clearing between the highway and the woods. I can see my car from here.
The doors have all been opened, as well as the trunk, but perhaps more concerning is that a figure sits on the hood. It pays me no mind, so I continue towards my car. I should stop, I should try and sneak away while I have the chance. But I haven’t cared much for living for a long time now, and the things I saw yesterday… I can’t find the will to be afraid of whatever I’m approaching. I would say that the only reason I drove away from the city, was habit. I was tired, and it seemed like the appropriate action to take, considering the carnage.
I’d stopped focusing on my car during that train of thought, the figure is now gone. I finally arrive at the road, my car just a few meters down. When I turn to walk towards it, the figure has returned. It stares at me, eyes glowing white and shaped like tilted half-moons, and hair that falls to its shoulders, black that fades into gray. It’s body is large, at least when compared to my own, and it has the same number and arrangement of limbs. It’s skin is a faded shade of blue, it’s not something I’ve ever seen before. It begins to speak, though it lacks any visible orifice that the sound could be originating from. “Do you think of yourself as fortunate or unfortunate?”
My eyes widen slightly, both the ethereal sound of this voice and the question itself work in tandem to jolt me awake. I decide to ignore the question, and ask one of my own. “What have you done?”
Those half-moon eyes turn into full-moons at that and its head perks up. “How odd! Not frozen with fear, nor fleeing from me.” It strokes its chin, a strangely human gesture. “I’ll answer your question. Your kin have been culled, 98% of your people have perished.” My expression must have given away my surprise. “You are in no danger yourself, this ratio was the intended end to our culling. What remains of your people will not be harmed.” It seems to take something like delight or pride in that accomplishment.
I think it wants me to react, to cry or curse. There isn’t enough of me present right now to do those things though. “Did humans do something to you?” I ask, driven by curiosity.
It approaches me, it’s eyes shining brighter as it closes in. “No, this was partially for sport, and partially to keep your kin from venturing forth from this planet. We’ve seen what your kind does to itself and this planet. This could be considered a quarantine.”
“Did you enjoy it?” I ask, wondering what sort of being it is.
It stops in its tracks and blinks. “Yes, I relish my work. Your kin die so satisfyingly, they scream and beg and pray. They don’t realize just how much further they’d be in this universe, if they’d just left their gods long ago. It’s fitting that they should speak those names as they fall.” It places a four fingered hand on my forehead. “I’ll show you.”
A rush of images project themselves into my mind. I see people, dying by the thousands. Indiscriminate slaughter, men, women, and children sliced to bits. Silent cities, stoves left on and cars still running. A massive coffin of nameless dead. It let’s go of my head and my feelings finally come to me. I fall to my knees and begin to sob at its feet. I’m still here, I’m ashamed to admit my relief at being spared. “I found a sickness in you while I helped you see, I removed it, it was a living sadness. How you lived with such a thing inside you, I can’t imagine.”
I stand and wipe the tears away. “You think that you just get to decide? That you’re so far beyond us, that you can excise us like a tumour?”
“Absolutely, your inevitable expansion would have found its way to us, at some point or another. Your history is one of conquest, we destroyed you because we feared you. This is not a question of superiority, all life is of equal value to my kind.” It places a hand over its left shoulder and bows. “I may relish my work, but I do not relish the thought of tearing families asunder. This is why we killed families together if possible, and why you still live.”
“I’m alive because I have no family?” That realization is both agony and relief, no one to go back to, no one to mourn either.
“Yes.” A single affirmation, with a tinge of melancholy. I collapse once again, it’s so much, too much. I bury my face in my hands and feel something pull me in to an embrace. “You are thinking about those you knew, the very same people you will never see again.” It’s holding me as if I’m a weeping child. These hands are the same that slaughtered hundreds or thousands. Why is it comforting me?
“Why are you still here? I’m just one human, I’m sure you have somewhere else to be.” I say, fury permeating my voice.
To my surprise it recoils at my tone. “The truth is that I find your species to be a beautiful one. My kind are psionic in nature, so our individuality is not so pronounced.” It looks down into my eyes. “Some of you do unspeakable evil, some of you love, some of you create. Every soul on this planet had a myriad of dreams and ambitions.” It runs its hands over my arms and chest. “Physically you are so delicate, you’re features are refined and singular. An earlier stage of evolution when compared to my kind, and all the more alluring for it.” It… she puts her hand under my cheek and draws my face towards hers. “I’ve often wondered about the compatibility of our two species. Wondered if we might be able to lay together.”
When she’s in contact with me I can feel my rage being sanded away, as if she has the ability to bend my feelings. I should push her away, but my desire to do so is fading as well. “Can you control how I feel?” Her eyes narrow in amusement at the question.
“I cannot, though I can make strong suggestions, would you like me to stop?” I should say yes, but I don’t want to, I don’t want to feel all that pain and rage. “In truth, I cannot leave your planet for some time. We expected this incursion to take a very long time, we expected resistance, we expected a war.” She looks towards the sunrise. “My people will not be sending any vessels for about three of your planets celestial revolutions.” She’s here for three years, with no way home, on a planet who’s remaining people will harbor resentment for the entirety of her time here. I can’t bring myself to pity her, but I can understand her longing for home. She releases me from her embrace. “I’m being selfish and insensitive, you do not wish to be comforted by one of my kind. I let my fascination and attraction to your kind cloud my judgment.” I don’t know how to feel about her, she says she doesn’t regret killing my people, but that she also took no pleasure in the slaughter. Someone doing what they believe is necessary for their own survival. She is willing to be stranded here for years to achieve this end, even die for it.
“I don’t… hate you. You did what you thought was right. But I can’t forgive you either.” I walk over to my car, intent on leaving with that said, but it has no gas.
“Your vehicle seems immobile, I can take you back to your home if you like.” She seems to be offering out of pity, or maybe some small hope that helping me will somehow make up for the genocide of my people. A thought rushes to the front of my mind. Do I want to return to the bloodbath that is the city? The slaughter is over it seems, but I don’t know if can handle seeing its aftermath. She looks expectantly at me, her eyes slightly wider than usual, the light that pours from them is enthralling.
“I don’t think I could look at it if I went back there.” She flinches at that.
“Yes, of course, I wouldn’t wish to look upon such a sight either.” She points west, opposite the direction of the woods I slept in. “My dwelling is nine miles that way. I can take you there until my people finish removing the dead from your cities.” I lack options, and walking the forty or so miles back to a place that likely smells like corpses isn’t terribly tempting.
“Okay, I’ll stay with you until my home is… habitable again.” Her ears, which were hidden under her hair until now, peak out. They’re pointed, though not much larger than my own. She’s obviously excited by the prospect of a human staying with her. Before I can consider how exactly we’re going to get to her home, she scoops me up into her arms. She looks down at me.
“I’ve wanted to hold one of you like this since I arrived here.” She doesn’t hide her giddy expression or tone. We begin moving more quickly than I’m prepared for, her stride is is more of a leap that covers tens of meters at a time. She moves gracefully, never faltering even though she’s carrying me.
Only a couple minutes pass before we arrive. I’m a bit nauseous as she puts me down. “With how fast and strong you are, it’s no wonder your kind ravaged us before we could retaliate.” I say, hunched over.
“Yes well, we had very little data regarding the state of your people’s weaponry. We were prepared for the worst.” She isn’t holding any information about her or her people back, I suppose no human is a threat to them anymore. Once I regain my composure, I get a look at her home. It looks like a sort of mobile campsite. I expected a spacecraft, something more advanced, but barely any of the implements here look like they use electricity. There’s one capsule that seems only large enough for a bedroom. “If you need to eat, you may tell me, I will show you where to find my rations.” I can tell that she doesn’t really know what to do with me. She seems satisfied just being close to me, like looking at me is somehow satiating her curiosity.
Her gaze makes me squirm a little. “Is there something you need from me?” The question catches her off-guard, I don’t think that she even knows what she wants.
“I want to touch you more, I want to examine your form.” I inhale suddenly, she’s being very direct.
“I don’t know if I want that. I’m still conflicted about you and your people, I think I want to be alone.” Her disappointment is visible.
“Yes, I expect too much. I’ve just done something that you see as horrific, I’m sorry that my own actions seem to elude me so often.” She ambles away dejectedly, at least she isn’t describing how ‘satisfying’ killing people is anymore. Though I think that it’s because she’s a warrior, not because she’s cruel. She actually has a comforting presence if she wants to, she can be kind.
I walk to the far edge of her camp and take a seat on a nicely woven cushion, likely of alien make. This whole place is covered by a tarp that somehow stays convex without any supports.
I don’t know what I’m doing here. My feelings came back after she touched me, after so long spent indifferent. I had depression… major depression. Clinically diagnosed, and I hadn’t found the right prescriptions for it yet. But she just erased it, she called it a living darkness.
As if having my feelings back wouldn’t be overwhelming on its own, my species has been massacred. *Culled* in her words, because we represented a threat to the greater universe. I wonder if it’s only her people, or if many different aliens agreed upon our annihilation. I pull a granola bar from my pocket and begin munching on it. Once I finish, I’m overtaken by exhaustion, I only slept for a couple hours in those woods it seems. I deem this as good a place as any to rest, and lay down to sleep.
When I open my eyes, I find that I’m inside the capsule which is indeed a bedroom. Though, even more striking, is that I’m laying on her lap as she strokes my hair. “Would you like to know my name?” She asks, obviously hoping that I’ll say yes.
“Okay, what’s your name.” I decide to play along.
“Meythena, it’s derived from an old war god’s name, I come from a warrior line.” I could have guessed.
“This is a very large, and very comfortable bed, Meythena.” It really is, it takes up the whole floor of the capsule with the exception of the entrance. “Would you mind if I slept here for a little longer?” I can tell that I’m still sleep deprived.
“You may, but I have a request. I wish to hold you close while you sleep.” I consider her offer. When she touches me, I stop feeling so awful about this whole situation. I can let her do what she likes, there’s no harm in it I think. I move my head to to the pillows at the top of the bed and stretch out. She wastes no time cupping my body with her own, and sliding her arms around me. Her touch puts me at ease, I pass out in no time.
I feel a lock of Meythena’s hair slide over my ear and fall onto my face. I open my eyes finally feeling rested, true rest like I would get as a child.
She managed to hook one of her legs over mine, and her fingers have become intertwined with my own. She’s so warm, and her skin is so smooth. I notice that the blue of her skin has become more vibrant, she must have been wearing something dark and semi-transparent before. I turn hot at the realization that she doesn’t seem to be wearing anything at all now. Mercifully, my clothes remain on my body.
“Meythena, are you asleep?” I get no reply. I slip out of her embrace and take a look at her from the other side of the bed. She’s beautiful, the bone structure of her face is similar to that of a human, and is attractive even by those standards. Her straight hair flows and shines across her face. Her skin is a stunning light blue across her entire body. Her body being perfect in its own right, every part of her is toned but not overly muscular. Not to mention, that I can see her center. A trail of moisture runs from that lovely opening, down her leg and into the sheets. They’re bodies are strikingly similar to ours. She did mention how they regard us as less evolved versions of themselves.
She flicks open one eye. “You are admiring me.” Her luminous eye entrances me for a moment before I can respond.
“Your clothes were off before I woke up, you wanted me to.” I say, calling her out.
She shifts her legs causing her core to shift as well. “I do want you to admire me, I am considered beautiful even among my own.” I believe that instantly as she pushes herself upward, revealing her breasts. They look small and firm, like mounds of joy.
“Are you strange among your own kind? For wanting to sleep with a human.” I say shakily, as she pushes herself against the back of the bed and spreads her legs.
“Many may believe that I am, but none would be foolish enough to attempt to shame me.” Her voice has a threat in it, not directed at me. She brings her arm into the area between her legs and begins touching herself. Her movements are gentle and sensual. I only realise how intently I’ve been watching after a few minutes pass.
Blood rushes to my face. “I- um, I do think that you’re beautiful. I don’t mean to just watch you like this.”
She doesn’t stop touching herself as she speaks. “It makes me happier than you know, to be told that I’m beautiful, by you.” She slips one finger inside herself, letting out a small yelp. “You may remove your coverings as well, I want to see all of you.”
My mind races, I’m very aroused, but Meythena is responsible for the deaths of so many. I would be among the dead, were I in different circumstances. It’s as if she thinks nothing of it, like being beautiful and strong gives her the freedom to do whatever she likes.
My anger flares again, and mixes with my arousal. I crawl over to where she sits and wrap my arms around her legs, lifting her crotch to my mouth. Her eyes have gone wide. “I’m going to make you pay for my people, with your body.” I begin feasting on her, forcing my tongue inside her. My movements are vicious and primal as I feel her wriggling on the bed helpless to get free. The sounds coming from her are animalistic and unrepressed. Her kind lack a mouth, I show her what she’s missing.
“H- How are you so strong?” She begins convulsing and arching uncontrollably. I decide to drop her, like a sack, onto the bed. I sit back as I watch her writhe for another minute, her eyes wide and gleaming. She begins to speak, still twitching occasionally. “I could feel your fury, it flowed through me like a raging torrent. I didn’t know the depths of it until now.” She didn’t know the depths of it? How can anyone not realise the horror of finding yourself alone in the world? She gave my emotions back to me, and for what? So I could feel alone and confused.
“Shut up, you may look and feel human, but you lack humanity.” I spit the words like venom. She slides back a few inches.
“I- I’m sorry.” Her apology is hollow, she doesn’t understand what she should be sorry for. I lunge onto her, pinning her to the bed.
“You aren’t sorry, you don’t regret killing my people, you said it yourself. You’re just apologizing for how *I* feel!” I use my idle hand to undo my pants, and pull them down. My throbbing member falls onto her stomach with a thump. Since I’m touching her, I can feel her genuine fear at the size of it along with faint excitement.
Her voice wavers as she tries to reason with me. “I did what had to be done, I’ll never be sorry for that!” Enough, I adjust myself over her core. I slide the tip in, and then I thrust the full length of my cock into her. Her toes curl, and her hands close into fists. She tightens uncontrollably inside, while her head tilts back towards the wall of her bedroom. She lets out a long sigh. “I… feel… *full*… please.”
I bend down so that my mouth is next to her pointed ear. “I’m done when I’m done.” Faster than she can react I bite down on her throat. Her legs wrap around me, but I still manage to pull most of myself out of her, before plunging back into her depths, again and again. All the while, I’m clamped onto her throat. I bite down harder anytime I feel her try to regain some control.
Her words are choked, even though her voice isn’t exactly vocal. “I can’t take it… please.” She’s genuinely begging for mercy, a luxury not afforded to those she’s slaughtered I’m sure. I begin throwing my weight into her when I plunge downward. She’ll know helplessness, I’ll make sure she does.
I feel myself nearing my limit. “I’m going to fill you up, you’ll feel me forever after today.” A drop of blood flows from her neck, my senses come back to me. “I- I-” I hurt her, drew blood.
As I begin to pull back, she speaks. “You can’t stop now.” She looks at me, a tear rolling down her face and off her chin. “I want to feel you finish inside me.” She pulls me in one last time, I empty my shaft into her deepest reaches. “It’s *incredible*.” She whisper’s.
She was enjoying it the whole time, being held down and used. She’s so lethal and strong, no wonder no one had ever given her what I did. No one thought that they could. I slide out of her and turn to face the other way, only giving her occasional glances.
She’s on her side now, my cum spilling from her orifice. Her entire body pulsates every few seconds. I gave her exactly what she wanted.
“You never cared about any of it did you, I was just an interesting fuck.” I feel bitter and used. Like all my fury amounted to nothing, a child kicking and screaming.
A pair of arms embrace me from behind. “It is true, I wanted to bed you since the moment I saw you.” She pulls me into herself. “But it’s also true that I regret causing you pain.” Her fingers entwine with mine. “I am glad the you are among the spared, you are special… to me.” Her words make me tear up, and her touch pacifies my strongest feelings of regret and anguish.
All I have left in this broken world is time. For now, I’ll use it to be with Meythena, it’s the only option left to me.
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