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Total pages in book: 47
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Bad Alien Boss (Royal Aliens #6)
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You think your boss is bad? My new boss is Terrible. (That's actually his name.) He hates humans. But he abducted me against my will anyway, because his king insisted. So here we are. A grumpy alien boss and his reluctant assistant. I have to do what he says, or he punishes me. And I never do what he says, so he punishes me a lot. ... I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me.
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One

Terrible

“I don’t like humans, sire.”

That is the diplomatic way of putting it. I loathe humans would be a term somewhat closer to being correct, though it’s a human word, and therefore completely inadequate, like everything to do with humans.

“I know you don't like humans,” my king says. “But you’re going to need one. My human is large with child and she is a taxation professional. We need somebody with a completely different skill set to do this job. You need an assistant, and not a warrior. Someone with clerical skills. Someone who likes making lists and checking them twice.”

“You would like me to abduct the concept of Santa Claus, sire?”

I am being the kind of sarcastic I can plausibly deny if Tyrant decides to lose patience with me. I owe my life, and my loyalty to my king. But I am the master of my domain as well, and that is a domain which has never, and will never contain a human if I can help it.

“I would like you to find a human assistant,” he repeats.

“Can we not find literally any other species to handle this?”

I would rather deal with a scythkin matriarch capable of tearing us all into pieces, than a human. Since the king brought his mate aboard, we have encountered nothing but misfortune. I cannot categorically say that everything has been her fault. But I also cannot say it hasn't not been her fault.

“We cannot.”

I do not know all the intricacies of King Tyrant’s decisions. Personally, I think he just likes humans now that he has taken one as his bride. And now that he has one, everybody else is supposed to want one. Many of the others on our vessel do. Humans have become fashionable. Which, again, is a human concept. They love trends, so they can follow them.

I have been forced to study humanity in an effort to understand the king’s obsession with them. So far, I have come up without a single working theory. It may be something to do with royal inbreeding. A defect in his genealogy somewhere which makes him susceptible to human hormones, perhaps. I have had his code tested with no obvious results, but that doesn’t mean there’s not something lurking. Or, I have to consider the other possibility: that he has fallen prey to a perversion which will forever corrupt the Essence royal line. There are whispers about the propriety of a royal baby being born to a human mother, but it is too late for the whispers to have any effect. The woman is burgeoning with his spawn.

There are rumors that he always wanted a human, that he had developed an obsession with the planet and its inhabitants long before he mated with his accountant. I would never allow such a shameful thing to be suggested in his presence.

But there can be no denying that he now favors the species, and he wishes to obtain more of them, under any pretext whatsoever, so his wife might have the companionship of her own kind. I can see the future, with a human enclave living in the royal realm. It is not the future I would choose, but kings may do as they please.

“As you wish. I will obtain a human, sire.”

“Good. You may even end up falling in love, as I have.”

“I may also end up falling into a supernova and having every single cell in my body melted into its composite atoms.”

It is not my habit to be openly disrespectful to King Tyrant, but the notion of falling in love with a human is ridiculous. We are transcendent, iridescent beings of war attempting to rebuild our empire. Humans are meat bags with too many opinions. I do not find them attractive. I barely find them tolerable. But that is irrelevant.

* * *

My king used a recruitment agency when he chose his human employee. I do not have time for such nonsense. We need to return to our home planet and begin the arduous task of rebuilding all we have lost. Soldiers will need to be recruited, and then trained. New armies will have to be raised and supplied. We are a species at war, and a human is the last thing we need.

But King Tyrant says we need one, so I take a shuttle and I return to their spawning planet, where I choose the first human I see who is remotely suitable. There is little point in drawing this out. One person is very much like another in any sense that matters.

The female I spot has blue hair and appears to have pushed pieces of metal through the delicate tissue of her face. That indicates a penchant for pain, which will help her in her job. Without further thought or consideration, I reach down with our cosmic pincers and pluck her from the street.

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Total pages in book: 46
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He’s an alien monster king. And he is in a very bad mood. King Brawn just crash landed on the Santa Monica Pier and took out the ferris wheel, which left his ship in tatters. I’m a negotiator for the LAPD. First on scene. I’m the one who is supposed to calm him down long enough for the military and feds to stop arguing about who has jurisdiction and who gets to try to kill him first. His life is on the line, and mine is too. I’ve seen too much. They’ll take me out with him. Destroy us both. Cover it up. Call it a day. But that’s not how it plays out. I’m the one who saves him. I’m the one who gets alien abducted. I’m the one who falls for this brutal alien king. I’m the one who lets him seduce me. I’m the one. His one. Forever
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Crash

“Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!”

The rebellious lyrics are screamed from my throat as the alien king I have tried to resist plunges inside me. I want him. I want him and yet every time he claims me, I feel a little of my old self fading away, obliterated in the intense energy of our coupling. I thought I knew what sex was, but I never knew what being truly taken was until I felt my human flesh put to alien use.

“You’ll do what I tell you, Ariel. You’ll obey me, little human, or you will pay the price.”

How many times have we entered into one of these battles of wills? How many times will we do this? I do not know. I do know that I lose every time, that I end up wet and wanting him, giving myself to him even though I really want to cling to my old way of being.

He has me pinned down, though there is little resistance in my body. I want him. I have wanted him throughout the entirety of the circular duration of time. In the beginning, and at the end, I am locked in desire for this alien who does not understand or respect the customs of my world, or the values of my species.

He takes me. Roughly, and completely. He turns any reluctance I might have felt into the most burning biological desire. I am addicted to him. I am enslaved in some primal, chemical, biological way to this beast.

Who would have thought that my undoing would come this way? I used to be a respectable woman. I used to have authority, and a uniform. Now I have little more than the functions of my body, and a kind of desire which floods me from head to toe, consuming and corrupting all the thoughts that might once have led me away from this beast’s bed.

It was chance. An accident. An act of cosmic fate, and I was undone before I understood what was happening. I was so arrogant back then. Miserable, but in control, or so I thought. As the beast surges inside me, making my innermost parts spread for him, I have to admit that control has always been an illusion. I have chosen nothing in my life, least of all the events which led to meeting him…

Months earlier…

“What’s that?”

My partner Jerry is pointing at a bright light flashing toward the end of the Santa Monica Pier. It’s 5:30 in the morning and the sun has just started to rise, casting a golden glow over the ocean. We’ve parked our squad car up to wait out the rest of the shift. Thirty minutes.

Our shift ends in thirty minutes, then we’ve both got three days off. Well, I do. Jerry will start his shift as a security guard at the mall later on today.

“Don’t know,” I say, sipping my black coffee.

We watch with the casual interest of people who don’t really understand the gravity of what they're observing as the light gets bigger, and brighter, and…

KABOOM!

The ferris wheel explodes in a flash of retina destroying light. I am left with a blaze of white across my vision marked with the spiderwebbing of the wheel being obliterated like a daisy puff ball being blown away with a gust of breath.

Darkness is sucked back in seconds later and everything appears pitch black for terrifying moments before my eyes adjust again to the chaos which was just inflicted.

I turn my head and stare at my partner, who is staring dead ahead, his donut still stuck half out of his mouth.

“Was that a fucking missile?”

“I have no fucking clue,” Jerry replies.

“It looked like a fucking missile.”

The smoke clears and we both realize that it wasn’t a fucking missile. It was… something else.

“Looks like a flying spaceship,” Jerry says.

It does look like a flying spaceship. Or at least, part of it does. Most of it is shattered into bazillions of pieces, but one piece of the fuselage has somehow remained intact against all odds.

“We should radio this in,” Jerry says.

He’s right. We should.

He grabs the radio, but as soon as he depresses the talk button, there’s nothing but a static hiss.

“It’s dead.”

“Interference from something in the explosion?”

“Maybe.”

Neither one of us has moved since the explosion. It’s only been a minute, but it feels like an eternity. I keep scanning the scene. I know we're not the only ones who saw that. This day and age, every inch of the planet has at least ten cell phone cameras trained on it at all times. Someone is going to be phoning this in.

We should retreat.

But I’ve never been one for retreat.

“I’m going to take a look. You stay with the car in case the radio starts working.”

“What’s there to look at? If there was radiation in that missile…”

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The Alien Warrior King’s Accountant (Royal Aliens #4) Read Online Loki Renard http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-alien-warrior-kings-accountant-royal-aliens-4-read-online-loki-renard Sun, 11 Apr 2021 14:49:31 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-alien-warrior-kings-accountant-royal-aliens-4-read-online-loki-renard Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Authors: Loki Renard Series: Royal Aliens Series by Loki Renard
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Total pages in book: 45
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He’s brutal. He’s dangerous. He’s seven years behind on his taxes. Enter me. Tania McMillan. Tax accountant. If I can get Tyrant (yes, that’s actually his name) to stop laying waste to his enemies for a moment, I might be able to decide if boiling hot space oil is a combat deductible, or an entertainment expense. I’m on contract to him until we can sort his Galactic tax debt. He seems to think he owns me. And that’s just the start of a series of miscommunications (you don’t even want to know what he does with red tape) which leads me to his battle bed, where he is just as rough and intense as he is on the battlefield.
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1 The Business Trip

It’s not a dream…

A scaled cock breaches the barrier of my sex, splitting me open. Powerful alien hands curl around my wrists, holding me down. My hips arch willingly toward the space-abyssal abomination penetrating my most sensitive flesh. From the depths of the most treacherous waters of the universe, this creature has emerged to claim me as his own.

He has no hair, just a sharp fin which rises from between his brows and shoots back over his head in a dangerous display and it flares as he surges inside me, the thick penetrating rod of his monstrous flesh making my inner walls spread their slick desire all over the thrusting force of his domination.

I am arched and spread in the most lewd of ways, offered as a sacrifice to the alien king, gasping, moaning, and contorting as he claims me on absolutely every level.

I feel fever in my veins, a heat which flushes me from head to toe. It is more than pleasure. It is a transcendent need for this epitome of maleness, a physical desire which is overloading every part of my fragile human form.

He surges inside me and I feel the power of alien tides ripping through me. I feel the tender parts of my body being overwhelmed and overcome, vassals to the king’s desire.

My nipples are two rock-hard nubs brushing against his chest with every jolting thrust, one of his arms under my lower back, cupping the curve of my ass, keeping me in place so his cock can find my dripping sex with unerring accuracy every time he pulls free of my gripping lips and drives back in again with fresh conquest.

Love is not a word for what is happening between us. Love is a weak, human word which has become superficial in every way. There is no word for the power of this joining, for the absolute surrender I am giving, and the complete claim he is taking.

My body is no longer mine. It belongs to him, as all things he desires do.

I had no comprehension of what I was getting into when this began. I didn’t know who I was, or what lay beyond the world I knew. He has ripped away all my innocence, and he has replaced it with rough pleasure.

I am thrown about the bed, one position and then another, my legs spread by his massive hands, my tight little holes made to stretch for him over and over, my sweat-slaked body covered in the king’s seed. This is what I need. This is what I deserve. This is what I was born for. And to think it all started with a work trip…

Three months earlier…

“We have a special assignment for you, Tania.” My boss, Mr. Rogers, smiles at me over the reduced window on my computer monitor. I have him on one side, and an episode of some show I’m not really watching on the other. It’s about cheerleaders trying to make a team, and though I’m not into cheerleading, or sport, I find it intensely compelling viewing, or at the very least, good background noise for these interminable meetings which somehow take even longer over the internet than they did in person.

Candace is the better dancer, but Melanie just has that extra pop that really elevates her performances…

“Tania?”

“Hm. Sorry?”

“I was saying, we have a special assignment for you. Everybody else is off the call. We’ll discuss this in the relative privacy of this video chat.”

Mr. Rogers has a way of speaking that’s always just ever so slightly not quite right. I put it down to his age. He’s in his seventies, or maybe sixties, hard to tell, but definitely at the stage where people usually retire and go fishing or something.

“I’m listening,” I tell him. I can’t imagine what kind of special assignment he might have in mind, but he seems happy to give me good news. That’s a surprise. We haven’t had much in the way of good news since the plague shut everything down and left us in our own little cubicles in our own little homes.

I never get special assignments. I am the perpetual office junior. Rogers Accounting has been in business since 1840. Mr. Rogers’ great grandfather started it, and then passed it onto his son, who passed it onto his son, who eventually hired me. It’s a very small firm, but it is prestigious. There’s a certain air about it, the kind that excites people when they hear it. The sort that makes you accept less than industry average to work there, which is why my apartment is small, and not in a good area of town.

At least, that’s what I tell guys I meet at bars when they ask me what I do. God. It’s been so long since I met a guy at a bar. Would I even know how to make awkward sexually charged conversation anymore? Would I be able to sort of feign interest because I know I’m supposed to want a faintly functional guy to share a house with? I don’t know. I think if there was anybody else in here, I’d probably stab them. It’s just too small, and people are irritants at the best of times. It’s been weird, being lonely and also being pretty glad to be alone.

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The Beast King (Royal Aliens #3) Read Online Loki Renard http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-beast-king-royal-aliens-3-read-online-loki-renard Sun, 28 Feb 2021 09:50:50 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-beast-king-royal-aliens-3-read-online-loki-renard Genre: Alien, Erotic, Romance Authors: Loki Renard Series: Royal Aliens Series by Loki Renard
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Total pages in book: 49
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He’s a beast of a king. She’s a shy wallflower. When Elizabeth is caught sneaking around his royal vessel, King Konan decides she is a spy, and must be broken. His conquest will be carnal, and absolutely complete. He will leave no part of his prisoner untouched. No imagined sin unpaid for. He will not be kind. He will not be gentle. And he will not fall in love. (Unless he can’t help it.)
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Chapter 1

“You are nothing but property, human. You are mine to take, mine to use, mine to punish, mine to own. Mine, in every way.”

The king loomed over her, eyes dark, skin scaled, a personality with the force of a natural disaster just barely contained in the form of a single male. There was torment in his eyes, the promise of charismatic pain inflicted at his will and for his amusement until she submitted — and long after besides.

Elizabeth had long given up the idea that there was any way to appease this kind of regal creature. If you obeyed, you might earn something like favor — but it was not guaranteed. And she had not done anything to earn this royal beast’s favor. She had defied him. She had defied him so completely that even she did not know what awaited her in terms of punishment.

Konan was the kind of king humans had trouble understanding. The only easy allegory she had was that his nature was something like Genghis Khan, but more bad tempered, and with fewer horses. His fingers wrapped around her throat, holding her still so she could not avoid his gaze. When he spoke, his voice was elegantly brutal, like silk with a club beneath it.

“You tried to take something from me that was never yours to take. You have meddled. You have stolen. You have disobeyed. You have committed every crime in our books of law.”

She emitted a squeak which did nothing to satisfy the king’s anger. Attraction and loathing swirled inside her. She’d waited her entire life to feel even a fraction of these feelings for a man. But this was not a man. This was a monster, and what she found herself wanting was not something any sane woman should ever want.

He was regal beyond compare, gripped with an obsession for power and domination which would leave her in tatters. Nobody and nothing survived the beast king when he decided on his path. He was like an animal, tearing through all who opposed him, defying the very laws of nature to obtain what he wanted.

She quivered and squirmed, his large hands cupping the rounds of her rear, using her ass like a handle as he drew her inexorably down toward the largest, thickest male appendage she had ever borne witness to. She screamed out as he began to penetrate her with his masculine rod of mating discipline.

“KONAN!” She screamed his name as those massive blue hands pulled her toward his shaft, her dripping juices slicking the way for her lower lips, sliding over the alien ridges of his cock.

“You are a very, very bad girl,” he snarled, his teeth snapping at her neck, threatening to draw blood. “You are the kind of female who must be forced into submission constantly. The second you stop contorting in breathless orgasm is the second you start plotting all over again.”

He had it wrong. She was innocent. Or, as innocent as she could be while caught up in situations so far beyond her control that every act she undertook made the situation worse. There were no right answers. There were no good choices. There was only this barbaric king and his will.

She clung to him, her fingers gripping the muscular ridges of his shoulders, feeling the flush of scales which rose when he was aroused. Her life depended on his desire for her. He was dangerous beyond compare, but when he looked at her, the darkness softened for a moment and where death should have followed, lust took its place.

She should have hated him. She had every reason to. She should have been the traitor, the liar, the spy he accused her of being. But there was something inside her, some answering darkness, some strength which matched and perhaps even exceeded his which made her equal to the rough, punishing thrusts which claimed her tender sex, pink lips spread wide around thrusting blue flesh…

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Total pages in book: 51
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She's a fast food worker from New York. He's an alien king looking for a new pet. It's a match made in... oh no. At first, being abducted on her way to work seems like a lucky break to Katie. Swept off her feet, and then off the planet by a muscular winged king who wants to pamper, protect, and procreate with her, she's the luckiest girl in the universe. But the king's love comes with, well, not strings. More like chains. And collars. And leashes. And expectations of obedience, and submission. And... Well. Anyway. Beats working for tips, right? Step into the world of Alien Kings! These dominant, possessive, powerful aliens claim their human mates as is their royal right. Spanning many galaxies and species, each Alien King has a distinct set of desires which can only be sated by his fated human mate, a woman who will be captured, claimed, and thoroughly broken to his will if necessary. Royal aliens is a series of alpha aliens, feisty heroines, smexy scenes, and standalone stories.
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1 Talking To Strangers

“I will have you my way, pet. There is no escaping your destiny, and so there is no escaping me.”

“I…”

“Enough of your insolence!”

An alien hand gripped her by the throat as an equally alien appendage prepared to slide inside the tight channel she had guarded in place of true virtue all her life. A girl could be many things, but as long as she had that little piece of skin intact inside her, she could claim virginity, and therefore purity, and therefore she was a good girl, even if everything else she did was very, very bad.

Did virginity mean anything to an alien king, besides something to be claimed and destroyed as quickly as possible? Was it worth even trying to beg to preserve her purity? Or was innocence something that could not exist in the same space as this alien tyrant?

She felt the collar tighten, making her breath catch in her throat as she prepared for the inevitable. Ultimately vulnerable, she stared into the dark abyss of the alien king’s gaze. There was nothing human about this massive, winged creature who had claimed her.

He’d picked her out of the crowd. He could have chosen anyone on their way to work. But he’d chosen her. Fate? Bad luck? She didn’t know what to blame, besides the alien king himself. He was a beastly brute who had turned her rear red for disobedience, and was now intent on making every inch of her body his.

That. Ass. That had started it all.

When he’d first seen it, it was clad in a tight, stretchy polyester-spandex blend, two earth materials which did absolutely sinful things to a woman’s hindquarters. Across a street, down a block, in the midst of a throng of humans all walking and shouting and bumping into one another, those round globes called to him. They belonged to a young human woman who seemed unaware of the intergalactic impact her posterior was going to have on her life.

Dominax had not belonged on that planet, unimaginatively called Earth by its inhabitants on account of being made in large part, of earth. He had been drawn there by animal lust, and amply rewarded simply by the sight of the female destined to be his.

As alien royalty on a distant world, out of space and out of time, he had been entranced by so many things on the planet of the humans. But nothing had drawn his attention, captured his imagination, and sparked his desire the way that portion of anatomy did.

Now he had her beneath him, writhing in a way only human hips could. Every time he slapped her skin, it colored beautifully, and her hips performed a gyration which invited further torment. The beautiful globes of her cheeks were crimson red with the consequences of her actions and the heat of his desire.

The human was beautiful, but she was also mouthy and exceptionally disobedient. Dominax did not like to be defied, and certainly not disobeyed, but there could be no denying that the aftermath of a well-deserved punishment was a sight to behold. The way her skin shifted in hue and texture was of great interest to the king, who had seen the same patch of sweet flesh turn from smooth pale ivory to bright red via subsequent and repeated application of his palm.

“Ow!” She let out a gasp of complaint as he laid his hand over her rear again in a sharp slap which brought a fresh flush of color to her cheeks.

“You could have avoided this by choosing obedience,” he informed his captive human.

“I could have avoided this by avoiding you,” she snarked back.

There had never been any avoiding him. Dominax knew this wild little human belonged to him as surely as he knew anything. She was on his planet now. She was in his control. And soon she would spread those pretty thighs for him and beg him to plunge inside her for the final and ultimate conquest of body and will.

An undetermined number of hours earlier…

Katie was not in the mood to go to work.

She was not in the mood for burgers, grease, and customers who yelled over nothing. But she had to go to work, because nobody else was going to pay her rent, were they?

There was a guy in the corner of the subway sniffing repeatedly to himself, wiping his nose on his hand, and then touching the pole and seat. It made her shudder. She sent up a silent prayer that they wouldn’t get held up in one of the frequent stoppages which had claimed months of her life in the short time she’d been living in the city.

The subway came to a halt, doors opening to release a slew of humanity out, before carrying on with a fresh batch. Katie pushed through the crowd and the crowd pushed back, just a big wall of people with scrunched up faces looking perpetually pissed off.

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The Alien King’s Prey (Royal Aliens #1) Read Online Loki Renard http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-alien-kings-prey-royal-aliens-1-read-online-loki-renard Sat, 12 Dec 2020 14:03:23 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-alien-kings-prey-royal-aliens-1-read-online-loki-renard Genre: Alien, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Authors: Loki Renard Series: Royal Aliens Series by Loki Renard
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Total pages in book: 47
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“I am Archon, king of Archaeus – and you are my prey. I own you. Every part of you.” King Archon is a dominant, ruthless hunter interested only in war and conquest – much to the sorrow of his advisors who insist he should select a mate and produce an heir. To escape the expectations of court, Archon travels to break a human rebellion. When one of the human females defies him and escapes his wrath, she marks herself as his prey. He vows to hunt her to the very end of her world and exact punishing justice on her tender flesh. A young human woman has almost no chance against an all powerful alien king, but Iris is not as weak as she seems. This will be Archon’s most dangerous hunt yet.
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Books by Author:	Loki Renard

Chapter 1

She couldn’t run fast enough.

Behind her, saplings snapped and the world pounded beneath the feet of the crowned predator who had her scent and would not stop the hunt until he was sated.

He was close.

Growling inhalations followed by the bellowed exhalations seemed to touch the back of her neck, an unnatural shadow falling over her, blanking out what was left of the frightened sun.

Still she ran.

She ran even though running was pointless. Even though it was inevitable that she would be captured and no doubt consumed in some way which would leave her nothing more than a ragged remnant of the hearty young woman she was now in these, her last moments in which innocence was being ripped away with every panicked step.

“Go away!”

The words were so pathetically useless, hurled into the air and whipped away moments later by the wind and the snarling of the creature behind her.

“GO AWAY!”

Screaming them louder only made her out of breath and depleted her dwindling reserves of energy. This was a persistence hunter, one who would run her until she lay panting on the forest floor, unable to stop what was going to happen to her.

Then the beast could take his time. He could do with her as he willed. No matter how painful it was, or how it humiliated her human sense of dignity, everything would be stripped away from her.

She knew that with the same instinct a mouse knows to scurry away from the path of a cat.

She was fast, but he was faster.

She was fit, but he was fitter.

She could flit through the trees and underbrush, but the monster simply came through them. Living wood splintered where he ran, moving through the world like a raging bull.

Iris could not spare a moment to look back, but she knew what he looked like. His appearance had been burned into her mind’s eye.

He was a massive beast. Almost like a man, but so much more than any man could ever be. Blue eyes. Slitted vertical pupils. Scaling over his shoulders, back, and neck. He was a monster in every sense, a king from another star descended to her human world to ravage it - and her.

A human would call out to her, tell her to stop. But this thing behind her, this massive monster with broad shoulders and long legs, an unnatural amount of physical power, it did not bother to speak.

He was going to hunt her down.

He was going to absolutely destroy her, as he had destroyed everything she ever cared about.

She could not keep this pace up much longer. He had to know that. And she knew that he could outpace her easily. He was chasing her because he enjoyed it. Because letting her run was the same thing as making her run.

The woods she had played in when she was very young had turned cold and dark with the setting of the sun, lit by the remnants of fire which still blazed behind them, but she knew where she was going.

Iris dipped into what might be the last hope of escape, a small tunnel which ran between the trees. A long time ago it had been used to carry water. Now it was dry. She had to go down on hands and knees and scuttle along as fast as she could.

There was some chance of escape this way. The monster couldn’t fit in this tunnel. She wondered, for a moment, if she should stop and simply hide in the tunnel, wait him out. But then she remembered what he was capable of doing, how he had turned her entire life into ashes, and she knew she had to keep going. This old tunnel would not serve as protection for long.

He was able to see through trees. He could command beasts of the sky. He could sniff his prey at a thousand paces, and she had no doubt that he would be waiting at the end, a gaping maw, sharp claws, scales which reflected the corona of sunlight left in the destruction he had left behind him.

There was light at the end of the passage. A slim circle of what might be escape. She couldn’t risk hope and she didn’t have time for fear. She moved as fast as she could, knowing that every scuffled motion brought her closer to the end of the chase.

Iris reached the end and burst out the other side. Perhaps she should have hesitated, waited to see if he was there, if she could smell him or hear him or… it didn’t matter, because she didn’t stop. She only knew how to run, and so run she did - right into the grasp of the monster.

His hand wrapped around her wrist and her momentum made her whip around him, a helpless rag doll flailing amid the leaves. The predator kept a firm hold of her, stopping her from flying off into any of the solid trunks which would not doubt crack her skull or break her bones if she were to hit them.

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