Charmed by the Coxian Gods
Alyx X
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Contents
1. Kylie
2. Fey
3. Myro
4. Kylie
5. Fey
6. Myro
7. Kylie
8. Fey
9. Myro
10. Kylie
11. Fey
12. Myro
13. Kylie
14. Kylie
15. Myro
16. Kylie
17. Fey
18. Myro
19. Kylie
20. Fey
21. Kylie
22. Kylie
23. Kylie
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1
Kylie
I want to push you against the wall and watch you writhe as I force my way into your delicious...
I sighed, the sound coming out more like a groan, and looked up to the hungry-eyed man who had handed me the note. He stood against the side of a filthy alley down the street from where he had stopped me, licking his lips as he nodded down the alley as though I was going to skip after him and his saggy-ass cock.
No thank you.
What was with these guys thinking that I was going to spread my legs for them? That takes a special sort of confidence. Furthermore, why the hell did they think passing me a note would somehow be any better than shouting depraved things at me? I got at least one of these notes a day, each of them as explicit. Each of them as gross. This paper was so grubby I was sure the creep had cum in it at some point.
Double ew.
Kicking the note away with my yellow shoes, I made a disgusted face, winding a piece of dark hair that had come loose from my tight braid back into place. Somehow my motions spelled desire, because the guy was smiling, nodding toward the alley again.
Yes, because your cum-drenched note was super enticing. I rolled my eyes. I would question what this guy saw in me as I stood on vomit-soaked steps in a shapeless grey smock from work, but I already knew. I was short, petite, and freckled. He thought I was something different than I was.
Anger blossomed in my gut, flowery like a flame, and I forced out a smile. The man grinned in victory and dodged into the shadowed depths. I might’ve been following after him, but what he was about to receive was vastly different than what he thought he was getting.
The sounds of the crowded street buzzed in my ears as I jumped from the stairs of the factory where I spent most of my days working for pennies, cutting and sewing shirts that would be shipped off-planet and sold for hundreds. I ached, my fingers throbbed, and I wanted nothing more than to go home, eat, and collapse into my bed.
Yet here I was, dodging into an alley that smelled like someone had crawled inside a fart and died. Of course that smell could just be coming from the guy that was already stroking himself at the far end of the darkness.
Still walking toward the masturbating man, I smacked my heavy metal bracelet on the stone wall, the ident band buzzing and flickering to darkness. The TerraLink ident implants weren’t necessarily supposed to be able to be turned off, but after I got my ass handed to me in a fight at the age of eleven it liked to short circuit.
That definitely came in handy. Luckily the translator behind my ear still worked, not that I’d interacted with very many aliens in my life yet.
"Hi, Princess," he crooned as I came closer, his voice as vile and raspy as he pointed the head of his cock toward me. "What's your name? You come to give me your puss? You'll never starve again after I fill you up."
Even from where I stood I could see the drop of cum forming on the head of his mushroom.
"Kylie," I said, taking a step closer, eyes switching from his cock to his face as I chose to ignore the rest of his questions. "My name is Kylie."
"Hi, Kylie," he whispered, the pace of his hand against his member slowing as I stepped over the littered remains of last week's garbage pick up to reach him. "You ever take a cock this big, princess? You ready for daddy to fill you up?"
Daddy? Triple ew. I was really going to like this.
"No," I pushed a little whimper into my voice and played with the end of my dark braid, pulling it around so it tickled my breasts. "I've never seen a cock that big before."
He chuckled at that, and stopped stroking his now swollen cock to hold it out to me like it was a piece of meat for purchase. I fumbled with my waist band, an action that he quickly misinterpreted. He was back to licking his lips.
"How old are you, princess?" That time it was my turn to swallow. Something was off about this guy; my alarms were starting to go off. Maybe I shouldn’t have come down here.
"Eighteen." It wasn't necessarily a lie, I was going to be eighteen in a few days, and then I was going to high tail it to the TerraLink offices and sell my virginity to whichever alien bid the highest.
I had basked in the seemingly far-fetched stories of how much those aliens would pay to pop the cherry of a human. I planned to take that money and buy myself a life in the Glass City, the beautiful golden sanctuary on the other side of the last ocean on Earth. I had only ever seen its glow when the sun burned through the smog of my home, setting the dome on fire, shining a beacon into space that shouted there are humans here for the
