The Beast Lover's Anthology: Vol. 1 - Star [Alien x Reader] M/F

Chapter One

   The first time I saw Star eat a human, I nearly lost my lunch. I watched his chest open - long, spindly legs unfolding outward toward his prey. At the sight of the inside of his stomach, my brain swam. The meal - a child named Eric - should have screamed, but his cry was unheard, his nerves paralyzed by the miasma pouring off the alien's body.

Star was a royal, and being so meant that he was significantly larger than others of his species. The chasm in his chest could have easily held Eric's body while he was digested whole, however, Star had a soft spot for gore, so the young boy was ripped limb from limb - his thin arms and legs torn from his torso as if it took Star no effort at all, which I soon learned that it didn't. Tucking the boy's parts into the gooey, digestive fluid-laden pocket in his center, the armored appendages folded closed, threading together like fingers and sealing so tight not a drop of blood nor clawing, desperate fingers could get out. Star had locked gazes with me that day, an amused glimmer in his viridian eyes that promised interest. 

Later in the evening, Star cornered me in one of the dark maintenance corridors. I couldn't see much, but I knew how many serrated teeth were nestled in his maw, and I knew his barbed tail waited in the shadows - poised to skewer me should I choose to scream or try to run. He had two sets of eyes, located on either side of his bestial head, their ethereal emerald glow illuminating the lightless space between us. 

His hunched, four-legged body rumbled and clicked as he scented the air around me, and my fear of him reflected in my fogged-up respirator when his gaze narrowed. Star's anatomy - from his paralyzing capabilities to his animalistic form and the spines on his back - was in no way human. His species could maneuver on two or four legs, the hardened plates protecting their bodies making their flesh look as if it was made of both organic and metal compounds.

I held my breath when Star rose above me, closing the small distance between us, pressing the claws on his front to the steel wall at my back and locking me against the unforgiving surface. His snout brushed my neck, the gesture disarmingly gentle seeing as I knew he wouldn't hesitate to kill me. "Take off your respirator, human."

"I can't," I whispered, holding back tears. "If I do, your toxins-"

"Will paralyze you, yes." His answer was lit with amusement. My fear brought him pleasure. "You'll want to be paralyzed when I fuck you, I promise. I may rip you in half otherwise."

His tail bumped my thigh, snaking behind my knees in a silent warning.

"Will you eat me afterward?" That time tears did pool on my lashes. I was terrified.

"Do you want me to eat you afterward?" He purred into my ear. "After seeing your expression earlier, I'd say you might be ready to leave my ship by any means necessary."

"No," I shook my head and sniffled, sure of my words. "I'm... I'm not ready to die yet."

"Well then, you'd be wise to start working on your obedience."

I nodded weakly, adrenaline rocketing through my veins as I undid the latch at my throat. Hesitation tightened it's grip on my obedience, but a twitch of Star's tail told me he would spill my organs onto the floor between my boots if I refused. I took a shaky breath, swallowed, and removed my mask.

Though I couldn't see his features very well, being in Star's presence without the respirator's protection was an experience all its own. His growled breaths were clearer in my ears, and to my surprise, his scent was pleasant and masculine. I couldn't process any other sensory details because the chemicals in the air between us swiftly wound through my nostrils, into my lungs, and deposited themselves into my blood.

In a heartbeat's time, the neural connection between my brain and my body started splintering, and my limbs turned to Jell-O. My eyelids drooped, my spine went numb, and my muscles liquified. Star caught me before I could fall, and I gasped, my conscious mind fighting to retain control. I managed to dig my fingertips into his hard shoulders before my motor functions were ripped out from underneath me.