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Fleeing to Earth was never a good idea, in Red’s opinion. The main reason was that the planet was also inhabited by Zim. He was against the relocation, but the Irken that helped them survive their escape had the idea that stealing Irken goods from the only source available was better than risking their lives on the black market.
But now that Irken was trapped in Zim’s base, Zim having located his Tallests to drop Purple a one-time warning and telling them in no certain terms they could stay here, but to pick somewhere else to hide, somewhere far away from him and his mate. They lost their best scientist to their worst invader.
Irkens weren’t anything if they couldn’t adapt to new situations, so they did. It took some time, some dumpster-diving on Red’s part to acquire parts. They couldn’t believe how wasteful humans were! He was able to repair broken electronics to work better than their prior states, that in itself got them the monies they needed to survive. Then someone tipped Red off to a garbage dump, and again with some Irken ingenuity, most of the scrap there was reformed into something better than it once was.
They finally acquired a base, taking the AI from their ship and implementing it to their home. From there, they worked on being something other than trash collectors. While it managed to afford them much, it was still a disgusting job.
Who in their right mind would ever choose to be a teacher?
The job was practically worse than trash collecting! They assumed it wouldn’t be that hard, teaching human smeets to be smarter. It was supposed to be an easy assignment.
Red underestimated humans. Teaching something as simple as maths, the rudimentary equations no less! He assumed humans would be able to do algebraic equations in their sleep. He was lucky to get at least three students who understood the entire coursework.
The students, however, HATED him. Good. He wasn’t there to make anyone feel special. He was rightly called a tyrant by the students who he instructed, enough so that his colleagues actually had to step in and try to make him reconsider his authoritarian attitude.
Though nothing would prepare Red when a student decided to set their sights on him.
Possibly his worst-ever student, who seemed to always keep their grade to a passing level. A female that was ever-popular with the student body and liked to break the rules often. A Junior in the school’s age-based hierarchy, with one blue eye and the other, lost to whatever past incident that was possibly a lie like everything else that escaped her mouth.
He encountered the same kind of bravado in his time as an Irken Elite, the same type of attitude coming from someone who knew they couldn’t be touched and did whatever they wanted.
So, why was it that when he did it, it was a lot more entertaining than when he was watching someone else do it?
“Professor?”
Red’s eye twitched, gazing up from his papers to the slender girl that was holding her results with her fingertip and her thumb, the paper hanging down between the two of them.
“I believe this was misgraded.” The girl with the eyepatch said to him, one hand pressed flat against his table as she leaned forward. If he looked straight, he would be able to see past that deliberately unbuttoned uniform to what was underneath, the sneak peek of black lace settled against cream skin.
“It wasn’t misgraded.” He said to her without batting an eye.
The answer wasn’t received well, and the girl frowned. “All my answers are correct.”
“Yes, I saw that.” Red glanced at those correct answers hanging in front of him, noting the absence of details. “But I didn’t see how you -got- to those answers.”
The girl’s shoulders seemed to slope forward, “I got to them naturally, sir.”
“Detailed proof must be written on the paper, Miss Lycroft.” He flicked the test, the white paper escaping her fingers and floating to the desktop. “For all I know you may have used a calculator.”
The hand once holding the paper eventually slammed across from the one already resting on the surface of the table, and that one blue eye became heated. “You would have SEEN that!” She hissed out, “I was the first one finished!”
“Cheating happens in all forms, Miss Lycroft.” Red didn’t look at all phased by her outburst, “No proof of your thought process, no grade over a seventy.”
He expected her to have her tantrum like all the other humans that had done so before her, but he just didn’t expect her eye to change color.
It was brief, a flash, a flicker, one second it was red, and the next it was back to being blue, and what were those black veins on her pale skin? As far as he knew, humans couldn’t do that.
Though as soon as it happened, it was gone, and the girl gathered her test and crumpled it up in one hand. It was tossed aside, and she began unbuttoning her blouse. “Do you want proof that I didn’t cheat?” She asked hotly, and Red couldn’t believe that at that moment the girl was stripping herself in front of him. That black lace was no longer peeking, her peach skin extending to her arms. She stripped herself of her uniform blouse, exposing her arms. “No writing.” She turned them for him to see, fire still in her eyes as she reached down to hook her fingers around the waistband of her skirt. “Do you want proof there’s no writing down there?”
Red shot up in his seat, unable to not look at the modest chest that was exposed to him before his eyes darted to the door. If anyone came in-
“Get your clothes on!” He hissed at her, “I get it. You weren’t cheating. I’ll change your grade, just cover yourself up already!”
A pleased smile slowly formed on the girl’s face, and, almost deliberately, took her time slipping her blouse back on and slowly buttoning it back to where it was before. Red made sure to keep his eyes trained on the door, but out of the corner of his eye, he was able to see her. When it was safe to look, he slowly sat back down. He held out his hand, the girl dropping the crumpled-up test into his hand. He flattened it and rewrote the grade, sliding it back to her with a glare.
“Also, it’s Runa.” The girl told him, smiling in satisfaction and giving him a flirty wink before turning away, her hips swaying as she headed to the door and out of sight.
When she was gone, Red breathed a sigh of relief. No one had ever done that…well, no one had the guts to even attempt something so outlandish. No, most of his students cowered before him or waited until he was out of earshot (he never was) to talk about him behind his back. Her body language said everything, she wasn’t afraid of him, enough to pull that ballsy stunt just for something as insignificant as a grade.
He would be lying to himself if he didn’t like it. No, he loved it when someone challenged his authority. The thrill he felt when someone assumed they could take on someone more powerful than they are.
He would have to keep an eye on her.
A brunette boy with a nest of unkempt hair sat in a room, his arms folded as he stared evenly at the guidance counselor. The purple-eyed counselor stared back at him, waiting for the boy to say something. Anything . On the table in front of him was a particularly large stack of papers that were about the boy before him, mostly infractions that should have gotten any normal student expelled ten times over.
“Mr…” Purple took hold of the topmost paper, “Lycroft. Avery! Do you mind if I call you Avery?” He looked up from his paper to the boy sitting in front of him, getting nothing. “You know why you’re here, do you?”
Avery shrugged.
“You…broke a student’s nose.” Purple reminded him. “Was…there a reason?”
“He deserved it,” was all Avery said.
Purple put down the paper to get two more, looking at both of them. “You said that for the last two times you sent someone to the infirmary.” He checked the next paper, and the next, his eyes widening behind reading glasses with every paper describing in what state the boy had left students x,y, and z. “Huh. You do this a lot.” He looked back up at Avery, getting a roll of the boy’s eyes behind his own glasses.
“Are we going to just state the obvious or can I leave?” He questioned.
“No--no! We’re going to get down to this.” Purple began looking through more of the papers while Avery only sighed tiredly. “You…you’re at the top of the class? I expected low rung…” He looked between papers, briefly thinking that he would have been great on Irk. “Do…do you have like an anger problem or something?”
“I get annoyed easily,” Avery replied shortly.
“Clearly,” Purple mumbled under his breath, going over what he knew. This boy was…different. Students usually respected the rules but he managed to break them often. Usually, the rulebreakers weren’t the ones at the top of the academic ladder. He tried to think about the psychology behind this, because humans were so much different than Irkens. “Is your home life good?”
No answer.
“I’ll take that as a maybe.” Purple mumbled again, “Are you--uh--experiencing anything that could be causing you stress?”
No answer.
“You can at least tell me something!” Purple cried out, staring at Avery desperately. “Behavior like this isn’t normal!”
“For you, maybe.” Avery glared at him, “Am I supposed to let myself be shoved around?”
“So you’re being bullied-” Purple frowned when Avery’s mouth pressed into a thin line. “I’m right! Aren’t I?” He looked happy that he was finally getting somewhere. “How about-”
“I’m not being bullied.” Avery corrected him, “I get annoyed. It’s nothing complex. I’m not depressed or suicidal. I’m not experiencing an abusive home life. If I don’t like something, I act against it.”
Purple ran a distressed hand through his fake blonde hair, trying to think about this. Aggression at this level for a human was abnormal, and it always had a cause. It was a far cry from an Irken. This level of aggression from an Irken was uncontrolled and needed to be restrained usually.
These were things he always liked about learning about the human race. How they worked mentally was more complex when you allowed emotions. Irkens had an emotional inhibitor right at hatching, but on Earth, the humans didn’t have that and the outcomes varied from person to person depending on their home life, relationships, and mental state. All of this was so interesting to learn about.
Usually, there was an answer to unconventional behavior, but in this case…there wasn’t. This was straightforward aggression. Something had to be wrong, there was always a reason, and now Purple was sitting in front of a puzzle that he wanted to solve so badly.
“I can do worse.” Avery’s voice broke him out of his thoughts.
“What?”
“I can do worse.” The boy repeated himself, “I think everyone should be happy that I hold myself back.”
Hold…himself…back? “From what?”
Avery’s eyes trailed away before going back to Purple, “Can I leave now?”
“I’m not done!”
“I am.” Avery stood up anyway, heading to the door, “Just mark it the same as always.”
Purple watched him leave, dropping the papers and blinking. What did he mean by he could do worse? Was that a warning? He was holding himself back? The boy didn’t look strong enough to kill anyone…at least…
Was he capable of killing anyone?
He ended up not placing any notes down about what Avery said into the latest file, not knowing the next morning was going to flip his entire world upside down.
A mysterious death of a student. No one knew how they died, but all he knew is that they died in their sleep. The news was all over the academy, and he had to do counseling for the roommate that found them dead in their bed.
“Did you…hear Kevin say anything the day before? Was there something that indicated that he was sick or having pain issues?” Purple’s voice was extra calm towards the student, given how shaken up they were.
“N…no…all he was doing was ranting about one of his yearmates. He got beaten up by the guy and he was talking about doing things to his sister to get back at him.”
“Oh.”
“I don’t think he did it.”
Purple paused, “What?”
The hazel-eyed student shook his head, “Avery. I don’t think he killed Kevin.” He looked down at his hands, both of them were shaking just slightly.
“Why…” Purple hesitated, “Why do you say that?”
“Uh…” The student looked nervous, rubbing his forearm, “It’s a…rumor…many of the students grew up with Avery early in the academy. They said often that Avery visited them and terrorized them.”
“...terrorized them how?”
The boy shook his head, “They said he terrorized them! He didn’t really do it--uh--it had something to do with them sleeping. If something happened between them and Avery, they would have a nightmare the next night with Avery in it. It got so bad that people called him a demon.”
Purple wasn’t expecting that, and throughout his years of research did he ever come across that humans could possess other people’s dreams. No, dreams were subconscious thoughts or worries, nothing real happened in any of them. “And because of that, you think Avery may have--”
“NO I SAID I DON’T THINK--” The boy quieted himself quickly and folded his arms, “He was screaming before he died…I woke up to him screaming. H-He was shrieking at the top of his lungs.” He began to rock, “I tried to wake him up, but then he screamed Avery’s name and--” The boy’s eyes went back to Purple’s, “It can’t be Avery, he wasn’t there!”
Purple’s right eye twitched.
“I can do worse.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, Perry.” He reached over to pat the other’s knee, “Do you feel well enough to return to class?”
The boy sighed, “I-I don’t think I can.”
Purple reached over for a notepad to scribble out a note, “Obviously going back to your dorm isn’t a good idea, so take this to the headmaster and he’ll call your parents.” He watched as the boy got up and proceeded to leave with a thank-you, waiting for the door to shut before grasping his hair and staring down at the floor. He knew it had to be Avery, he didn’t know how or why…he just knew.
He got up and began pacing the room before another student came to talk to him about the event. He ended up hearing about Avery with every student that appeared for counseling.
When he finally had some time to himself he brought out the files again, going over them from the beginning. Avery had a habit of injuring his classmates since he began as a preschooler, but he began to notice something. In his first years, there were reports of scaring the kids so bad that they wet themselves, they were literally afraid to go to sleep because they told the teachers that Avery appeared in their sleep and tormented them. Of course, the children being just that, children, their fears were just shrugged off and explained by some kind of trauma. As they grew older, the nightmares eventually stopped and the physical injuries began, at an age where Avery would be self-aware enough to know how to deal with his anger.
The teen that died in his sleep…and the children that cried about Avery appearing in their nightmares. That wasn’t a human trait, but a straight-up alien one if he had a guess.
He was wondering how complex this puzzle was, but more importantly, what was he going to do about a boy he knew murdered someone without touching them?
Purple didn’t write down what he was told, nor did he mention it to any of the other members of staff. The only one he could go to was his Irken companion, and even Red found it strange.
“What species goes into the subconsciousness of another when the victim is asleep?” Purple asked him, “I’ve been wracking my brain with this question the whole day.”
Red had a mug of hot soda in his hand, his fingers flicking over the screen he procured in the kitchen of their base. “The only ones I can find are an already extinct species.”
“Extinct because of us or extinct naturally?”
“Irken capture and genocide.”
Purple winced, “You know, maybe we were a horrible race.”
“Too late to be admitting that now is it?” Red took a sip of his drink, “There’s no way an extinct race could magically appear on Earth. Uh…” He tapped out of the window and opened another, “Who did you say it was?”
“Avery Lycroft.” Purple still hadn’t touched his waffles.
Red took another sip of the drink, scrolling through the extensive files of the humans of Gingham Academy. He stopped it when he found the name, only becoming distracted when he found someone who shared the surname, someone dreadfully familiar. “Runa.” He mumbled to himself.
“Whazzat?” Purple was finally cutting into his breakfast.
“I’ve had an encounter with his sister.” He waited for a reply before continuing, “She became angry at me for not changing a grade, her eyes changed color and black markings appeared over her skin. I thought I was hallucinating but now that you’re mentioning her brother’s assumed abilities…I think there’s something else going on.” He turned to look at his friend, how Purple had his mouth stuffed with food. “We may be dealing with aliens we haven’t discovered.”
“Wudu-yewmeam--Ishoughtwedechovered-’emalwrea--”
“Swallow your food before you talk!” Red snapped, watching Purple take a moment to swallow, thumping his chest with his fist before sighing.
“I thought we discovered them all!” Purple exclaimed, “Especially here. This part of the universe is barren. There’s only the humans and the long-extinct Mars inhabitants.”
“We may have missed something.” Red sat down on the opposite side of the table, drinking the rest of his hot soda, “The real question is, how do we handle this?”
Purple grinned, “Well, we’re two aliens, and they’re two aliens! We handle them ourselves, try and see if they’re hostile. We know their secret, right? Then we see why they’re here. If they’re not Invaders, then we don’t have to worry about it, right?”
Red looked hesitant but eventually nodded. “Despite the fact that one of them has already killed a human.” He reminded his friend. Purple didn’t look bothered.
“He can’t touch us, we don’t sleep like they do.”
Red just had to hope Purple was right.
Rumors about Avery’s ‘involvement’ ran through the school like wildfire, despite the fact that there was no evidence that proved he physically had a hand in the student’s death. The many cries of ‘dream demon’ from the students to the teacher’s ears were sluffed off as a bullying stunt, and the students that tried to ‘get revenge’ over their friend’s death ended up with their bones being broken.
Purple once questioned why such a violent student wasn’t expelled yet, then he learned about his father’s ‘generous’ donations to the school that took place after every serious infraction. Avery and his sibling were invincible in this school.
Though following an incident where three students wound up in the infirmary, Avery was once again back in Purple’s office, looking like it was an actual inconvenience that he was sitting there.
“Annoyed again, Avery?” Purple questioned, using the glasses over his eyes to quietly do a biometric scan of the student in front of him.
“More than annoyed.” Avery sighed, “They assume I’ve--”
“Killed Mr. Kelin, yes, us faculty have gathered. Though the means of death is…farfetched to almost all of them.”
Something about the choice of words made Avery attentive, “What do you mean almost?”
Purple tapped the surface of his table, “I don’t know…so many people saying the same thing, and for young children, it’s hardly impossible to lie about a boy appearing to torture them in their dreams.”
Avery didn’t react, but the biometric scan informed Purple about the increased heart rate. “Considering that the victim screamed your name before dying, I’m not quite on board with shrugging it off like the rest of them.” He kept calm, just watching the student as he stared at Purple without any emotion. “Could there be a correlation, Avery?”
“This ‘demon’ rumor has been going around since I was placed in this boarding school.” Avery told him flatly, “Obviously demons don’t exist, so why are you considering that it may be true?”
“Mm, I’m sure a lot of things people don’t believe in can be easily proven true.” Purple smiled, “Do you believe in aliens, Avery?”
The question wasn’t expected, but Avery answered anyway, “I’d be pretty damn stupid to think that humans are the only intelligent life in this universe. But even if I believe they may be here, I’m not going to believe that they’re sitting in front of me. Do you believe in demons, Doctor Derelprup?”
Purple had to think about it, because while he learned a lot from ancient history, demons seemed to be a common recurrence with little to no proof of existence. However, the same could be said about aliens when it comes to ancient human history. His answer was short, “Yes.”
The biometric scans picked up every micro reaction, tensing of muscles, twitches, breathing pattern, and heart rate. With these glasses, he was better than a real lie detector and had helped him with many of the people he had seen who seemed to prefer to hide their problems. The nearly invisible reactions that Avery was displaying told Purple that he was right, but their assumption that they could be aliens was probably wrong.
“Is this all I’m here for?” Avery asked eventually, “For you to continue this ridicule that I’ve been going through and possibly convince everyone that these rumors are true?”
Purple settled his chin in his hand, leaning against it, “It all depends on what your motives were.”
“I. Didn’t. Kill. Him.” Avery hissed out.
“Yes, and I never led a population to commit genocide against other planetary species.” Purple smiled, the reaction causing the boy to pause before glaring at him, assuming he was being mocked. Avery took a moment to think before deciding something, appearing calm. Though, under his sleeve, out came a smoky black tendril, one that Purple noticed instantly. He managed to catch it when it shot out at him, grasping it with one hand as his eyes widened at the sight. Avery, however, looked absolutely shocked that Purple managed to grasp it, retracting the tendril as fast as it appeared and getting up quickly to leave.
Purple shot to his feet, opening his mouth to yell but closing it when the door shut behind the boy. He sat back down, still staring at the door bewilderedly.
His scanner couldn’t make out what that black tendril was.
He had done his research, coming up with some interesting information. Gingham Academy used to be an all-boys school at one point, but it was the enrollment of Avery Lycroft that began to change everything. According to the professors, he was hostile mostly because he was separated from his sister, and it took a hefty donation from William Lycroft that seemed to convince the dean of the academy to allow a girl into their school. According to the secretary, the dean was close friends with the Lycroft family. But, Runa being in the school worked to make Avery less hostile.
The more and more Red read about the Lycroft children the more he began to loathe them. The twins were given obvious special treatment. Avery’s violent tendencies were ignored and Runa appeared to think she was the princess of the school and could get away with anything. If there was anything he hated more, it was someone who was entitled and thought they could get away with anything.
Which was why, after some professional sleuthing, he found out all the infractions Runa Lycroft has done to date.
Red was anything if not thorough.
It was a nice thing to watch, sitting in the back of the dance club in the town next to the academy. It was a popular spot for the youth that lived here, and apparently, it was also popular with Gingham students as well, the proof of that being the dancing brunette wearing tight and cropped clothing, grinding against one of her yearmates, a boy belonging to the little group that she led. He kept himself hidden in the shadows, watching and biding his time.
The group consisted of five students, four of them being boys while Runa was the head. She was the one to go to the bar to order drinks, quite possibly with a fake ID she had snuck from somewhere. She returned to her friends with five drinks in varying colors, all of them raising their drinks to something before Runa began to chug the entire drink, her group cheering her on. When she finished it she slammed the drink onto the table and raised her hands into the air.
He found his moment when Runa excused herself to leave the main room. He slammed back his own drink, licking his lips and making his way down the same hallway she went down. He checked the rooms, humming silently and finding the one she was in. He waited for her to get out of the bathroom, pressing his hand against the wall as soon as she reappeared from the doorway. She stopped in her tracks, blinking and following the arm to the man it belonged to. The fact that Red was still in his teacher’s disguise was enough to alarm her, the realization that a professor discovered her not only off-campus but drinking underage in a bar meant for the over-21 crowd.
“Professor--” She looked away quickly to the hallway before giving him a wide grin as if she wasn’t caught red-handed. “Fancy meeting you here.” She tried to appear nonchalant.
“Miss Lycroft…hm, I came here for something interesting, I never expected that it would be discovering one of my students here…after curfew…breaking more than a few rules.” He smiled back, though it was more intentionally devious. Runa tried not to break her own smile, quickly thinking about what to do. When a pair of nameless persons came down the hallway Runa decided to push her professor into one of the vacant rooms, hurrying to shut the door and lean against it to keep him from leaving.
“How much do you want?” She questioned immediately.
Red folded his arms, “How much what?”
“I’m sure you’re not paid enough doing tireless work teaching a bunch of rowdy teenagers…” She tilted her head coyly, “Maybe I can-”
Red smirked, “If you think you can buy my silence you’re very mistaken, Miss Lycroft.” He stepped forward to press a hand against the door, looming over her threateningly, “You’re going to have to try harder…”
Runa’s eyebrow twitched as she stood before the taller man, “Try harder.” She repeated.
“Mn.” He gazed down at her features, “You see, Runa, I do not care for entitled humans that assume they can get away with anything without proper consequences…” He reached up to feel a tendril of her hair, how soft it was on his fingertips. “I believe in strong punishment to put those offenders in their place.”
Runa sucked in a breath, feeling his fingers brush against her neck.
“Sadly enough,” He tilted his head, lightly feeling her skin. “Anything I might bring up to the faculty will be swept under the rug by your father…so as a teacher I can’t do anything…”
The smile returned to Runa’s face as he spoke, but it was wiped away quickly when he slowly moved his hand around her throat to grip it lightly. “However,” He dipped his head to whisper to her, “The video recording I have can make it out and I’m sure the school won’t be able to handle such a scandal so easily…” He squeezed teasingly, feeling her neck muscles tense and relax. “But if you want that video to remain unseen, you’re going to have to work to change my mind.”
His red eyes were pinned to her blue, and she took in everything he was saying. The big question was where that video camera was, or whatever camera he had. Was it still in the main bar or was it still on him?
Something warm stirred in her gut, and she was quick to realize that her ‘virgin’ drink was anything but. The alcohol was mixing with growing desires as she felt the urge to do something naughty. She reached out to press her hands against his chest, “How are you going to punish me?” She asked then, more bold than she was before.
Red kept his hand around her throat, looking over the human before him, or possibly, the alien that was most definitely exuding pheromones that told him what exactly she wanted. He inhaled, those pheromones were strong, enough to make his Irken instincts want to claim and conquer. He growled lowly, which seemed to make her shiver, her hands balling up in his shirt and pulling him down for a kiss. He reacted instantly, attacking her mouth in a possessive kiss as his hands cradled her head, stealing her breath away before finally breaking it. The sight of her flushed face, her swollen red lips, was enough to make him groan.
“Your punishment will be taking me.”
A shiver surged down Runa’s spine at the commanding tone the man took, waiting for instruction. Red found it amusing that she was so obedient now compared to every other day. He liked this obedient part of her, because he was of a dominant nature and dealing with another like him was just annoying. While he enjoyed breaking a dominant, he loved leading a submissive.
The pheromones around him seemed to get stronger, “Kneel.” He whispered out his command, his own pheromones warring with hers, and by the look on Runa’s face, she too could smell them. Her body quivered and she nodded obediently, lowering herself to her knees. Red pet her, pleased with the sight. He worked on the waistband to his trousers, “Close your eye.” He instructed, waiting for her to do so before bringing out his phallus, the obviously alien part of him that his disguise wouldn’t touch. “Open your mouth.” He waited for her to comply, smirking when she did as she was told before leading his length into her mouth. “Now please me.”
Runa expected something different, but what she got was a slimy girth that tasted like candy. It pulsated hot on her tongue and nearly made her drool, immediately closing her lips around the girth in her mouth and sucking the candy flavor off gratefully. It was a unique and exquisite flavor, and the more she sucked on the wriggling organ the more it dribbled that decadence down her throat. From that taste and the pheromones combined all thoughts of where she was or how she ended up here vanished, leaving only the thought that she needed to please her master and feed on what he had to offer her. That rhythmic sucking increased and she felt him press his girth in further, the wriggling tentacle cock sliding down her throat easily and making her choke, but in return she was getting the juicy reward for taking him in so well. He held her head still as he slowly rocked into and out of her mouth, granting her relief and then taking her breath away at a torturous pace, but despite how much she gagged on the cock she was growing needy for, she didn’t want him to stop feeding her.
Her eye opened, staring upwards at her master as he smiled darkly down at his little pet. He slipped himself halfway out of her mouth, “Are you hungry?” He asked her. Runa nodded at him, her hands reaching up to grasp the slimy phallus as she nursed the tip. He looked pleased at that, purring lowly and petting her again as she drove him to a climax, “Drink it all.” He told her, his sweet sugary come flowing onto her greedy tongue. She sighed as she drank it, never having consumed anything so good in her life. Her tongue continued to lick him clean even after he was done giving her what she needed, her blue eye trained on him and waiting for another order.
The phallus slipped from her mouth and hands, and Red smirked at the sight of his new pet, “You’ve done well, but I believe we still have your punishment.” He reached down to lift her up, Runa letting out a small cry as he flung her over his shoulder. She held on instinctively, gasping when his fingers found her dripping cunt. The room was dark, there wasn’t any sign of light from anything but still, her master knew where to move. When he found what he wanted he laid her down on the flat surface, what felt like to be a sturdy table. Red hummed, his fingers slipping up the skirt she wore and finding the lace panties that were soaked through, tearing them off of her without effort. He spread her legs then, giving her a look, his eyes seemingly glowing in the dark of the room. She kept her legs spread for him, sighing when he slid his fingers deep into her. He enjoyed what he was able to feel, brushing the pads of his fingers along her walls until he found what he wanted, sharply thrusting them against the spot that made her whimper, “Mm,” He considered it thoughtfully, repeating the thrusts at a rapid pace and listening to his pet gasping and moaning, her eye gone wide as she chased the building pleasure. It felt like torment but it also felt so good and she didn’t want him to stop, her legs twitching and threatening to close as he swiftly pounded her spot. “Aa--ahh-” Her eye was falling back.
“ Ah-Ah, Runa. Beg your master to cum.” He slowed his pace, and she gasped for breath.
“Please--please let me cum. I want to cum for you.”
Red grinned, “What do I get for letting you cum?”
“I--I’ll give you anything--”
“Anything?”
“Anything! Whatever you want I’ll do--AAH!” She screamed when he went back to the rapid pummeling, her eye fluttering shut as she felt her orgasm be ripped from her. She gasped and moaned, arching against his fingers and riding out her orgasm, coating his whole hand in her juices. He chuckled at that, bringing his hand to his lips and licking off the mess. Once he got her taste on his tongue, his eyes widened before narrowing, staring at her silently before dipping down to run his tongue along her labia. He heard her inhale sharply as he lapped everything he could from her cunt. When there wasn’t any more he buried his mouth in further, finding her clit and reveling in the sound of her pleasured moan. He continued to eat her out, never having had anything so good and sweet in his whole life. Eventually, he was fucking her with his tongue, against that spot again and drinking her greedily when she finally found her release. Everything in him was demanding more. He wanted more, he wanted everything she could give him.
Runa was starting to reel from that strong orgasm, feeling dizzy until strong hands pinned her against the table. There was a feral growl, her eye widening at the sight of a strange creature above her, not a human anymore, but a being with green skin and dangerous red eyes. She couldn’t speak, too timid by the striking creature to say anything. She tried to move, only to cry out when she felt something thrust sharply into her cunt. He hissed into her ear, a language she never heard of, but something about it made her pussy throb and she moaned in return. He fit into her perfectly, filling her up so full with every thrust. Runa couldn’t look away from Red’s eyes, mesmerized by the creature above her. From underneath her sleeves, black tendrils flowed out to wrap around Red’s arms to pull him closer.
“So you finally show me what you are,” Red murmured into her ear, watching how the veins in her skin were turning black and becoming visible markings. He nibbled her ear before licking along the shell, hearing her exquisite sighs. This alluring alien before him, he wanted nothing more than to claim her. “You’re mine.” He told her in a low growl.
“I-I’m yours.” Runa whimpered out her response, drowning in the feeling of Red’s girth filling her again and again. She seemed to be dazed, almost in a trance as the pleasure rose even higher. A pleasure that tightened into a string pulling from both ends, stretching far until it was throbbing. When it snapped, however, Runa’s vision went white, cumming hard while the alien above her found his own release, hissing out as he filled her up with his own seed.
Exhaustion seemed to overwhelm the demon, and she went limp against Red as she lost consciousness. Red stayed inside of her, making sure to mark the girl as his own before slipping out.
“You’re coming home with me.” He whispered.
“WHY IS THERE A STUDENT IN YOUR BED?” Purple shrieked once he walked into Red’s room, his eyes wide, “RED!”
The Irken kept a good hand on the slumbering girl, making sure she didn’t wake. “Use your inside voice.” He grumbled.
“Do you know how much trouble you’ll get in if they find out you’re bedding a STUDENT?”
Red didn’t seem phased, still smoking the cigarette while he was reading from his tablet. “I already forged a note and explained to the secretary that Runa’s father came to take her.”
Purple wasn’t convinced that they wouldn’t get caught because of this. “You’re going to get us fired.”
“And?” Red looked his way finally, “We have infinite aliases, and besides…” He glanced at his sleeping lover, “I’m not planning to let this one go.”
Purple’s antennae lowered and he looked bothered, moving to the other side of the bed to inspect the human. “That’s--that’s Avery’s sister.”
“Yes, and my theory was correct, she’s an alien.”
There was a moment of hushed silence as Runa shifted in her bed, eyes opening slowly. Purple froze, realizing he was without his disguise, but Red didn’t look bothered. She blinked owlishly, looking at Purple before turning to her side, her eyes on Red. The therapist did not miss the fact that one of her eyes wasn’t human.
At the sight of Red, Runa smiled, scooting closer to rest against him. Red only smiled at that, hooking his arm around her neck, “Have a good sleep?”
“The best.” She yawned, looking satisfied, “Who’s the other one?”
“That’s Purple.”
Runa slowly sat up, “No way, you mean the guidance counselor?” She looked at Purple again with wide eyes, “So what is this…am I being abducted? Are you some kind of alien ninjas or something?”
Red snorted in amusement, “We’re wanted fugitives.”
“RED!” Purple cried out, “Don’t tell her that!” He hurried over to sit next to her, “Uh, we used to be really important leaders, and then there was an uprising, and so we came here…” He trailed off, starting to look depressed, “Yeah, we’re fugitives.”
“Cool.” Was all she could say, still pretty amazed with what was going on, “So…uh…” She shifted back to Red, “What does this mean? Are we fuckbuddies now or…?”
The red-eyed alien put down his tablet and placed his cig on the edge of the nightstand, turning to her fully and raising his hand to pin her arm to the headboard, “You don’t understand, little one, we mate to claim, and so that makes you fully mine.”
Those words sent an arousing shiver down Runa’s spine, and she leaned in to kiss him with a sigh. “Oh I do hope you’re the jealous type.”
The hidden meaning in that sentence didn’t pass by Red, “If you plan on trying to flirt with others, do know that I have no qualms about killing humans.”
She kissed him again, even harder, wrapping her free arm around his neck as she dove in passionately. Purple only stood there, still bothered. While he wanted to give Runa and Red their space there was something bugging him. “Uh…I hate to interrupt, but…Miss Runa, could you answer some questions for me?”
She pulled away, looking breathless, “Shoot,” She giggled, leaning against Red as he wrapped an arm around her.
Purple took a moment to think of where to start, “Uh…so…you’re Avery’s sister, right?”
“Yup.” She smiled, “What? Hot for him?”
That made Purple sputter, “N-No I’m--I’m a concerned doctor. Uh…have you heard of the rumors?”
“Avery supposedly killing someone in their sleep?” She gasped when Red’s other hand snaked below the sheet, and Purple seemingly rolled his eyes as his partner began to play with his new catch. “Yeah, he did that.”
“So I thought…” Purple frowned, “So…can I ask why he can kill people in their sleep?”
“Oh,” she squirmed slightly, “That’s easy. We’re demons.”
Even that revelation had Red stopping his motions, both of the aliens staring at her. “What kind of demons?” Red had asked.
“Sex demons.” Runa smiled secretively, “In mythology, it’s called Succubi for females and Incubi for males. We’re hybrids. A demon fucked our mom.”
“Uh…so your eye…” Purple pointed to the abnormal eye.
“That’s normal, but Avery’s eyes are both like that. You wouldn’t expect it but he has very innovative contacts. Though…as a sex demon, he’s really pent up.”
Red quirked an antennae, “Pent up.”
“Yeah,” Runa glanced at her lover before addressing Purple, “Sex demons require sex. A lot of sex. It’s like our food, but Avery doesn’t like that side of himself. He does his best not to revert to it. He’s managed to get this far but the side-affect is that the lack of sex affects his emotions. He becomes…”
“Irritable.” Purple supplied for her, starting to understand the problem. “So…Incubi can enter dreams?”
She nodded, “Pretty much. That’s like the Incubi’s biggest ability. We use dreams to seduce our victims and feed off of them that way.” She tilted her head to Red’s, “Which was why I was disappointed to figure out that this grumpy fuck didn’t sleep at all.”
Red looked amused, “Irkens don’t need sleep, little one.”
Runa looked back at Purple, “So do you need anything else or can we fuck in peace? Unless…you wanna watch?”
“Get the fuck out.” Red tossed the tablet at Purple, who caught it quickly and mumbled something before leaving. When he shut the door he started to smell the pheromones, his antennae twitching.
He made his way to the kitchen, going over his information. Avery’s pent up aggression was the result of him not having sex. He was basically starving himself and taking it out on everyone else.
He set down the tablet, finally knowing what to do.
The boy had taken to avoiding him after what Purple had discovered, which was understandable. If he was discovered by a stranger he’d probably avoid them - and work on eliminating them so no witnesses survived, but so far Avery had avoided him without any violent consequences.
After learning about what Avery was, he took a large chunk of his weekend doing some research, as he liked knowing about what he was getting into, and he happened to come across pretty interesting information that pretty much confirmed what Runa told him. Incubi and Succubi both relied on the essence of sex in every form once they come of the appropriate age, which for them was young. The caveat was, the longer they went without some kind of sexual essence to sustain them, the more they become pent up, mostly to the point that they become hostile.
It told him that Avery was dangerously pent up if he allowed himself to kill another student, and if Purple wanted to make sure this didn’t happen again, he had to rectify the situation. In any way possible.
He was ready when Avery entered through the door, reaching below his desk to flip a switch that automatically locked the door with metal sheets. As they clicked in place, Avery’s eyebrows shot up into his hair, looking directly at Purple and then the door.
“W-what--”
“I’ve seemed to figure out your problem, Avery.” Purple told him with a smile, “Have a seat.”
Avery grit his teeth, glaring at the man before him, “I don’t HAVE a problem.” He did not sit, but he did back away as Purple rose to his feet, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Safety precaution,” Purple replied simply, keeping his smile. “You see, this--”
He didn’t get to finish, that black tendril from before appearing to strike him, sharp at the front as if Avery wanted to impale the man before him. Purple’s fighting instincts kicked in immediately and he jumped out of the way, dodging the tendril as it followed before reaching out to grasp it quickly with his hand. Though, while he caught it, three more appeared to wrap around the arm holding the one, and Purple looked over to watch Avery stare at him evenly.
“What are you?” The student questioned. “Humans can’t see them.”
“Well it’s a funny story, I’m not human.”
The tendrils tugged at Purple’s arm before releasing completely, returning to their owner, “You…you’re not human.” Avery didn’t know how to react.
Purple nodded, “Remember when I asked about aliens?”
What the man asked made Avery skeptical until the disguise was digitally wiped away. It was enough to render Avery silent for a time while he tried to think about this discovery. The boy turned away and ran his fingers through his hair, looking down at his shaking hands before a question bubbled up from inside him and he turned to point at the other--only to realize Purple was right behind him now, towering over him at least six inches. Avery’s eye twitched at the sudden closeness, trying to take a step back until something stopped him. He glanced behind him and noticed something long and skeletal, a metal contraption, and as he followed it, the contraption disappeared behind the alien’s back.
“And you are a demon.”
Avery jolted to the statement, desperately wedging himself from the metallic leg and stepping back, only to cry out as the leg snapped out and curled around him. “Ho-how did you-”
“I have my sources.” Purple shrugged, keeping Avery still as he settled himself against the edge of his desk. He was still wearing the clothes he had on in his disguise, the only difference was the lack of human features. “Incubus to be exact, although…”
Avery tried to wriggle out of his restraints, “Although what?”
“Incubi don't normally murder humans unless they suffer from pent-up tension that could be easily alleviated by a release. But…” Purple faked a gasp, “hold on that sounds like something you did!”
A snarl erupted from Avery’s lips and he struggled even harder, “Alright I fucking killed him! He was stalking my sister!” He shouted, “I knew what he was planning to do to her! He was a waste of space that didn't deserve to live!”
Purple remained quiet as Avery shouted at him, “now I understand what I need to do to help you. You lack control, you also lack the one thing you need the most, and I’m going to help you with both of those.” He reached behind himself as an extension appeared from his pack to give him a device. Purple studied it for a moment before activating it. He stepped closer to Avery and reached out to snap the device around Avery’s neck. The boy thrashed against his restraints, black veins pulsating along his pale skin, but as he tried to attack Purple with his tendrils a shock of electricity jolted through his body, making him scream before slumping against the restraints.
“What--what did you--”
Purple smiled, releasing Avery from his restraints while catching the boy in his arms. “I’m going to reign in your aggression, and not only that, I’m going to relieve you of the tension that causes it.”
Avery stared at those pools of lilac until he realized what Purple meant, attempting to twist from the other’s grasp before he was pulled forward, pressed against the alien in front of him and their lips just a breath apart. Something inside of Avery seemed to stir, a strange trill of anticipation that he tried so hard to stifle.
“Don’t--” Avery begged before Purple closed the distance between them. Avery had been trying his best not to do this, not to give into his body’s temptation. He found it sick and disgusting and he didn't want anything to do with it. But as Purple’s strange serpentine tongue slithered into his mouth the traitorous side of him was trying to take over. The side of him he despised over everything.
Avery tried to shove Purple away, but he was weak against the domineering alien that towered over him. His defenses were starting to crumble and he began to whimper against the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut. Purple smirked against the kiss and turned the two of them, backing Avery against the desk while his other hand went to explore. Avery squirmed under the touch, inhaling sharply when the touch settled against his growing erection.
When the alien’s mouth moved down to Avery’s neck, the boy tried again to resist, “You don’t know what you’re doing--” He rasped, only to cry out and buck his hips when Purple bit his neck and began to suck. Avery was panicking, his arousal getting higher and the main thing on his mind was not to cum. He couldn’t orgasm, he knew what would happen when he did. “You don’t know-” He tried again but was cut off by feeling the cool air on his cock, his eyes widening to see himself exposed and dripping.
“I know exactly what I’m doing,” Purple told him assuredly, lowering himself to his knees and taking the cock into his mouth. Avery cried out, gasping at the feeling of the serpentine tongue wrapping around him, unable to voice his alarm as the alien began to suck. Avery shut his eyes, blindly palming Purple’s head and weakly trying to push away but it didn’t stop the other from working. The former Tallest was intent on making Avery release, assuming it would help him. The more Avery’s breathing became labored the more Purple sucked him until Avery released a strangled cry of “NO!”
Cum erupted from Avery’s cock, but Purple wasn’t ready for how it tasted. His eyes widened and he drank it down quickly, though as he removed his mouth from Avery’s erection he was hit by a strong wave of pheromones, causing him to inhale them deeply.
Avery was breathing heavily after his orgasm, not hearing anything but knowing something happened. His legs were shaky and all the alarms were going off in his conscious mind that he needed to LEAVE. Though when he tried to move, something grasped his thigh. Panic settled in Avery’s gut and he twisted around to try and get free, only to be shoved against the table as a body decided to press itself against him.
“No, no, no.” Purple murmured, reaching up to pet Avery’s hair, “Why do you want to leave when you’re obviously begging to be bred?”
Avery cried out when he felt his pants get forced from his hips, he began to squirm, trying desperately to climb the desk and get away. He knew what was happening, he could feel the slick feeling in his hole, this was the reason why he never wanted to feel release.
“I’ll make sure you’re well sated,” The alien purred from behind him, Avery being given no warning as something long and slick found his entrance. He inhaled sharply as he was suddenly filled to the brim with the girth.
“S--stop-” His voice cracked as his struggles became weak, his mind going hazy as the pleasure took over. Purple continued to purr in appreciation, taking his time to fuck the demon under him, his long fingers reaching up to dip into the other’s mouth, “Be a good boy~”
Avery was losing himself, unable to fight against the pleasure he was being given. He sucked the fingers in his mouth, whimpering out as Purple sharply hilted himself into the other. The alien above him growled in approval, pulling him close as he fucked the demon into submission.
He had fully succumbed to drowning in that lust-filled haze, making pleased and needy mewls around the fingers he was desperately sucking. The pleasure inside of him was building up higher and higher, driving him further to the edge. The alien above him took to thrusting harder, chasing his own apex and groaning as he drove Avery into his, feeling the demon under him tense around his phallus to the point that it triggered Purple’s own orgasm. He hissed out in pleasure, biting down on Avery’s shoulder as he began to pump his release into his lover. Avery let out a strangled cry, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and becoming limp, moaning at the feeling of being filled and fed all at the same time.
Clarity was quick to smack into him after a moment of subdued rest, and Avery suddenly realized where he was…and who he was under. His eyes went wide and his heartrate increased, waiting until Purple finally slipped out of him to scramble away from the alien, grasping his pants and trying to cover up his indecency as he turned to stare at his assailant.
Something was clearly wrong. There was a look in the Irken’s eyes that seemed different. Avery was aware of the pheromones, and how they made people act. The alien was affected but he didn't know to what extent. It was the main reason he hated this side of him, the side that fed on the release of others, and he didn't want to think of how well-fed he felt for the first time in years.
“Let me go.” Avery begged as the alien stalked closer.
Purple giggled a little, “why would I let you go? I don't want anyone else touching you.”
Avery’s eye twitched, “I’ll tell the dean--”
“Alright I fucking killed him! He was stalking my sister!”
Avery’s pupils shrunk at the sound of his voice playing back to him. The smile on Purple’s face was nothing but gleeful. “You can't say anything if you don't want your life destroyed!” He sounded nearly amused, as if this was nothing but a game. “So why not be a good little demon and do as I say?”
The demon’s eyes darted to the left and right, searching for an escape and seeing one at the far wall, the window that led out to the courtyard down below. He thought fast, his eyes going to the opposite direction as he leaned the same way. Purple fell for the ruse easily, darting to the left until Avery suddenly darted to the right, scrambling over the desk and raising his arms so he could launch himself through the broken glass. An extension whipped out of Purple’s pack but it didn't grasp Avery in time, the Irken making his way to the window to just catch Avery rolling from his landing before hurrying towards his dormitory. Purple only smirked, looking amused by the stunt. He felt thrilled, like he was playing a game.
“You can run and hide but I’m not letting you get away-” He reactivated his disguise and giggled a little. He hadn't felt this good since he was first made Tallest.
After the incident, Avery had grown slightly paranoid when he decided to leave the safety of his dorm. He was anxious to even enter the main school building, fearing that he was being watched. It was hard to calm down, but after the first day with nothing happening, especially not being called to the councilor’s office, the initial fear ebbed. He wondered if it was the distance, perhaps being away from those pheomones made him sane again, not that he planned on going back to that office to check. Avery long decided that he wasn’t going to go to anyone about what happened given the fact that the man-- the alien --had his confession recorded and ready to distribute.
But while the second day passed with nothing, he began to feel like it was a trap. Like he was being lured into a false sense of security. After that thought he started to become aware of eyes on him.
When someone tried to antagonize him, he did his best to ignore it. The only good thing about having his release and being fed was the contentment that followed. He felt less agitated, less willing to smash someone’s face into the wall. Tuning them out was easier than it was before.
But ignoring them seemed to be the wrong thing to do. He was pushed. His only option was to retaliate lest the attacker think they could push him around. Yet, as he poised himself to fight, he felt an electrifying shock to his system that forced him to back down.
Oh, that thing around his neck. He tried to pry it off as soon as he got to his dormitory that day, but ended up giving up when nothing worked.
He winced in pain, but the shock to his system wasn't as painful as the punch to his jaw. Avery reeled, angry that someone laid a finger on him. That was when he decided that the electrifying shock reverberating through his system was worth being able to retaliate. So, with teeth clenched together, he fought through the pain and broke the attacker’s nose.
He ended up locked in the bathroom after that, leaning against the tile wall as he waited for his body to go numb again. Never mind that he was skipping a class to do so. After a moment longer of resting he forced himself to approach the sink, dipping his head down and removing his glasses so he could splash cold water on his face. He blindly reached for a towel, one ending up given to him as he silently accepted it to dry off his face and hands. It wasn't until he put his glasses back on that he finally saw him. The tall blonde counselor wearing purple standing behind him. When Purple’s reflection waved to him, Avery twisted around to bolt, only for the stronger alien in human clothing to block his way out.
“It’s adorable to think that you fought through your painful training in order to sink back to your bad habits.” He mused as he leaned closer to him. “Does it hurt?”
Avery grit his teeth despite the fear that spiked inside of him. “If you were watching then you saw what he did-”
Purple curled a finger under Avery’s chin while caressing his injury with his thumb. “You lack control, but that’s okay! You’re still learning!” He smiled cheerfully at the boy, “You still need to be punished.”
Avery did his best to not make his fear obvious. “P-punished-”
The man grinned, “Take off your pants.”
“What!”
“Don't make me repeat myself.”
Avery quickly scrambled to pull his pants off, inhaling sharply as something restrained him, a metal coiling appendage wrapped around his arms and torso. He was forced to watch as Purple lowered himself to his knees, humming pleasantly as he took a small device and slicked it with his saliva before--
Avery let out a strangled cry when he felt something curved enter his hole and settle inside of him. Though, Purple wasn't done, adding a cock ring to the boy’s privates. He took a moment to appraise his work before bringing up the boy's pants to refasten them. “You’re going to go back to class and do your best to concentrate,”
The object in Avery’s ass suddenly buzzed to life, making him gasp as he felt it both heat up and swell while vibrating. He started at Purple in shock, groaning despite himself as he grew hard.
“You won't able to cum until your day is finished.” Purple told him with a smile, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Be good or I’ll leave it in until tomorrow.”
The boy went ashen white at the promise of the torment extending until the next day. He was soon released from his restraints, swallowing another groan as the pleasure wracked through his bones.
How was he supposed to sit through his classes like this?
Truly, this had to be the worst kind of torture. He hated being something that craved sexual pleasure, it was why he never touched himself much less other people. He knew what happened if he gave into carnal pleasure. He knew that just one release would make his life into a living hell.
And now he was doing his best to sit through class while not causing attention to himself while an impossibly smart metal buttplug in his ass tried its hardest to make him lose himself, a tight metal ring around his cock keeping him from achieving that pleasure, all because his councilor was too curious about why he was so violent.
If that blasted cock ring wasn't on him he would probably have cum two dozen times at this point. But at the same time, he was thankful for it, as it only took one release before everyone around him was clamoring for him to get their own needs met.
But he was left to this state for five hours without any breaks in between, and the struggle to keep himself together had slowly increased in difficulty. He needed release like he needed to breathe, he needed it more than anything, and by the time his last class ended, he found himself going to someone he didn’t want to go to.
As if Purple had been watching him for the whole day, he didn’t look surprised at the fact that Avery was there only five minutes after the last bell. He smirked, watching as Avery closed the door behind him and stumbled to the desk to lean against it, taking a few deep breaths as his peak was built back up before it was painfully ruined yet again.
“Please…take it off.” Avery rasped under his breath, looking at him through his bangs.
Purple hummed, standing up and rounding the desk to assess him. “Have you been good?”
The boy grit his teeth, “yes,” he growled out, just barely hanging on to himself. He hated that he wanted the alien specifically for his release, managing to keep himself steady as Purple knelt down to take off the contraption around his erection, giving it a teasing stroke that made Avery’s knees buckle.
“You must be aching,” Purple said teasingly, leaning forward to lick along the shaft. Though, at the same time the plug inside of him began to thrust. Avery’s eyes went wide and he let out a strangled cry. The alien in front of him didn’t seem surprised, enjoying his new toy as he lapped up the precum, waiting for Avery to dissolve completely as he did before.
The boy was holding on with every ounce of restraint he had, but with every lick and suck that resolve was crumbling dangerously. When the plug inside of him added a small electro-shock, Avery screamed, his knees finally giving out. Purple caught him quickly, smirking deviously and leading the other into a heated kiss. The restraint seemed to disappear completely and Avery reciprocated, kissing back desperately and whimpering as the plug inside of him heated and expanded again.
“Look at you, so compliant now.” Purple appraised sweetly between kisses. “I like you like this, so needy for me. You want my cock, don't you?” He watched pleasantly as Avery nodded. “Only my cock.” Purple whispered, “I’m going to mark every single part of you so you remember who you belong to.”
Once Purple grasped Avery’s cock to give it a firm stroke, Avery finally fell over the edge, spilling his release as Purple claimed his lips, enjoying the bliss-filled haze of lust clouding his lover’s eyes. “Do you want more?” Purple asked him.
“Mhm.” Avery pulled himself closer, rocking against the alien’s thigh for friction. The logical human part of him had been replaced with a demon part that only wanted to be fed. Whether or not Purple wanted it. He practically climbed over his alien lover, pawing at the alien’s trousers and fishing out the cock, bending over quickly to take the slimy tentacle into his mouth. Purple hissed out, groaning as he watched his lovely pet work on feeding himself. He was sucking and swallowing the precum that he recieved, the toy in his hole vibrating even more.
“You’re so good for me.” Purple cooed, petting Avery lovingly. Avery only whimpered, arching against the toy inside of him while he bobbed his head on Purple’s dick. The former Tallest hummed pleasantly, making the toy heat up even more, expanding to its fullest. The toy was knotting inside Avery and making the boy pant, his hips shuddering as he spurted out another climax. The wave of pheromones had Purple shuddering a sigh, “Keep going, I’ll feed you soon…”
It wasn’t long until a flood of sweet sploosh filled Avery’s mouth, and he drank greedily, hearts in his eyes as he licked Purple clean. The alien groaned, pushing Avery away slightly so he could lay him back, “How do I keep you like this?” He wondered to himself, “So obedient and compliant for me…”
He didn’t know the answer, but he was sure he could make one. He had the toy turned off, slipping it out of Avery with a slick -pop-, making the boy groan as Purple replaced it with his cock. The alien towered over him, thrusting his girth to fill his demon up. “I want to make sure you’re mine…” A giggle escaped him, “Maybe I’ll just kidnap you and fake your death. I could easily make that happen…” He sighed, “But your family would take notice…it would be such a hassle…” He rocked back only to thrust forward, “A sordid affair between a teacher and a student…it sounds so…naughty.” He leaned forward, groaning before kissing the student. Avery was too far gone to register anything Purple was saying, only reacting pleasantly to his attention. “Keeping you like this wouldn’t work….your pheromones would attract others and I don’t want anyone else to touch you.” He didn’t like the thought of anyone else touching Avery, and his thrusts became harder to convey that dislike. It made Avery keen, arching against his lover. “I may have to think about this…” Purple concluded to himself, slamming into Avery and driving his lover into orgasm. Purple followed, filling him up quickly. “Oh, Avery, when I get done with you you won’t ever run away from me…”
Irken technology was billions of millennia above human technology. While the humans were looking for a cure for death, Irkens could easily hand out the little vial of life-saving fluid to make it happen. Diseases were nothing, the cold, the flu, cancer, STDs, outbreaks, the plague, all of it was ineffective to an Irken body due to the technology they possessed. Things that humans dreamed about in their silly little movies like time travel and space invasions were entirely possible. The things they assumed were fake were entirely real. So a human concept such as hypnotism and mind control, it was totally possible!
He couldn’t think of any other way to do it. Avery continued to avoid him once he would snap back to his senses. Keeping Avery was harder than he assumed it would be when the boy didn’t want anything to do with him. Now when he would see Purple anywhere near him, Avery would turn the other way. He hadn’t gone to the counselor’s office in a week, and he did his best not to get into any fights by using his sister. Purple did not know Runa could also throw a punch.
So he had a good way of fixing that. A nice little voice module he would attach to his throat. It would easily add a level of influence to his voice and he could easily control whoever he wanted!
“Eileeeeen,” Purple pulled on a smile as he slipped into the main office. The woman with the name perked her head up and turned in her chair to address him.
“Yes Doctor Derelprup?”
Purple adjusted the tie around his neck, covertly switching on his little device, “I was just wondering if you could give me Avery Lycroft’s schedule.”
There was a noticeable difference instantly, the woman seemed to zone out, “Yes Doctor.” Her voice came out monotone, and she turned to her computer to enter the name, pulling up the schedule and printing it out. She immediately handed the disguised alien the paper.
Purple took the paper, looking over Avery’s schedule and clicking his tongue, “This is wrong, Eileen.” He said to her, pulling out a pen and crossing out two of the classes. “He doesn’t have these classes, those times are supposed to be spent with me. He has…private education solely with me during these times.” He wrote it onto the paper, handing it back to her, “Fix the schedule will you?” He put away the pen, “Also, wipe off William Lycroft’s information as Avery’s emergency contact and put in mine.” He paused, thinking of anything else.
“Yes, Doctor Derelprup.” The woman took the information she was given, putting in the updated information. “Is there anything else?”
Purple smiled, “Yes…the Lycroft twins, their dormitory situation. They’ve signed a form to live off-campus.” He pulled out the form and handed it too her, “It’s been signed by their father and this is where they’re now living. Do make the correct changes. Also, remove William Lycroft’s information as Runa’s emergency contact and put in Red Derelprup as her primary.”
He watched as his voice did the work for him, how the woman took everything he said as scripture and made the permanent changes into the computer. “I have done what you wished.” She had informed him, her eyes still vacant.
A giggle escaped Purple and he looked positively giddy, “That’s all for now, Eileen. When I leave, why don’t you get yourself a cup of water and return to your work.”
She nodded, waiting until Purple fully left before doing as he told her to. It was when she began drinking that water that his influence fell away and she returned to normal. Everything she had done before was still in her memory, but she paid it no mind, only remembering it as an official part of her job.
She returned to her desk thinking nothing was amiss.
Avery ended up being called to the office to receive his updated schedule, seeing the change. Fear shook through his body and he had to do a double-take, even asking the secretary if this was correct. She didn’t give him any indication that it was a lie, only shooing him away when he tried to pick up a fuss.
Why did he now have two separate hours with the counselor? What in the hell was a special private class? He knew this was another ploy for Purple to get him alone.
He contemplated skipping the class entirely, skipping school possibly. He couldn’t let this happen. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want him! If that alien even slept he could have fixed this problem before it became worse, but no! Purple was an alien that didn’t sleep!
Though, the thought of skipping sent a painful jolt down his spine and he knew that Purple was waiting. He was probably watching him. It was almost distressing how this alien knew just exactly what Avery was doing or thinking about at every moment.
He ended up at Purple’s door at the end of the first class, hesitating. There were little warning jolts passing through his body that got worse the closer it was to the end of the break. When a heavier jolt passed him he finally entered the room, glaring at Purple, “You can stop doing that!” He jumped away when the metal sheets appeared and blocked his exit, seeing the same sheets also slip over the window. The alien learned from last time.
“Welcome, Avery!” Purple chirped, “I hope you’re well. Have a seat.”
Anxiety flooded his senses, “What kind of class is this?” He held up his new schedule, “Why do I have to see you twice a day?”
Purple tilted his head, “Have a seat, Avery.”
He looked to the singular chair that sat in front of the table, and Avery hesitated, feeling suspicious.
“Have. A. Seat.”
Avery cried out as a greater jolt passed through his veins, and he quickly took a seat at the chair. “Okay okay fine, for fuck’’s sake.”
When Purple smiled, Avery shrank a little. But then restraints shot out from the chair’s backing, snapping over Avery’s arms and legs. He tried to get up, wincing when he found himself totally restrained. “What are you doing to me?”
“You’re just so difficult.” Purple rose up from his chair, stalking over to Avery, “Do you enjoy being difficult, Avery?” He moved to sit right in front of the boy, settling on the edge of the desk.
“You’re the sicko stalking me!” Avery shouted, “I didn’t ask for this!”
Purple tilted his head, “So you want to kill innocent students because you can’t control your temper?”
A snarl left the boy, “My mistakes is not a reason for YOU to rape me at every possible moment!”
“Avery, I wasn’t raping you…I was helping resolve the problem.” He leaned forward slightly and reached out to pet his head, “Raping is something done to an unwilling participant, but you were nearly begging for me to finish you every time.”
Avery flinched away from his hand, “I didn’t want you to touch me in the first place!”
“Mmn.” He ignored the other’s hostility, “You won’t feel that way after today. After I’m done with you…” He reached up to switch on the device at his throat, “Because you’re such a good student, are you?”
Avery felt the influence, grimacing as he tried to fight it. “What--are--you--”
“Are you my good little student, Avery?”
He grasped the armrests of the chair, shutting his eyes as he did his best to resist. “Fuck--you--”
Purple hummed, turning the volume up on his device, “Avery…”
The boy was losing the fight, his eyes opening, seeing Purple’s face inches from his.
“Avery…” Purple reached up to cup the other’s face, “Tell me you’re my good student, Avery.”
“I--I--” His eyes became distant, fully entranced, “I’m your good little student.”
Purple smiled widely, “And you want nothing more than to please your teacher, do you?”
“Yes…”
The alien’s hands caressed his young lover, “you don’t hate me at all, you actually want me to keep you.”
“Keep me…”
Purple kissed Avery, getting a reaction instantly. His voice dropped into a breathy rasp, “You feel alone without me, you want me to give you all my attention. You’re very, very needy…” He kissed Avery again, slipping his tongue past Avery’s lips. The boy whimpered into the other’s mouth, his restraints being removed and allowing him to reach up to grasp Purple’s shoulders. The alien shuddered pleasantly and raised the boy up, having him straddle him against the table. “My voice is enough to arouse you, is it?” He reached down to feel Avery’s hardening length, stroking him through his pants. Avery gasped and nodded, pressing his hands against the other’s chest.
“Touch me.” He begged quietly.
“Yes, that’s it, you want only my touch.” Purple worked on his pants, fishing out Avery’s cock. “Look how hard you are, just for me. You’re leaking only for me.” He stroked Avery slowly, kissing him again. Avery moaned into the other’s mouth, arching his hips into the other’s hand. Purple smirked slightly, “Do you want more? Do you want me to feed you? You must be pretty hungry, you haven’t eaten in weeks…”
“I’m starving…” Avery sobbed, grasping the other’s sweater vest, “I need you.”
“That’s right.” Purple nodded approvingly, “Because only I can feed you. No one else can feed you but me.” He set Avery down and worked on removing the other’s clothes, pulling off his pants and underwear before working on his own. Avery only stood still, staring desperately at Purple until his eyes found the alien’s cock. He felt his stomach growl at the sight, lowering himself to his knees and grasping it. The alien laughed a little hysterically, caught off-guard from the action, “Oh, you’re very hungry.” He leaned against the table as Avery worked, moaning softly as he felt the other’s hot wet mouth. Purple ran his finger through Avery’s hair, sighing in bliss. “You’re doing so well…I’ll feed you good, don’t you worry.”
Avery continued to nurse on Purple’s cock, swallowing the thick girth in his throat and trying to get him to cum. When Purple finally gave him what he wanted, Avery drank everything, groaning against the cock in his mouth and licking him clean. Purple sighed pleasantly, petting his young lover. “You’re so good, just for me.” He pulled him away, “Now ready yourself, I’m not done feeding you.”
Avery made his way to the couch, settling himself onto it. Purple watched him, smirking playfully. “Tell me you want me.”
“I-I want you.” Avery responded, “Please feed me.”
“Am I the only one you hunger for?”
“I only want yours.” Avery spread his legs, reaching down to stroke himself, “You make me ache…”
“Of course I do.” Purple went over to him, watching Avery pleasure himself, “And I’m the only one who makes you ache aren’t I?” He teased his fingers at the head of Avery’s cock, “Keep touching yourself, keep staring at me. You’re so, so hard. You desperately want me to fuck you. The only thing you want in this world is me…”
The boy whimpered, rocking against his hand, his eyes full of devotion and only on Purple. Only the alien existed in his world. He began to pant, fucking his hand as he chased after the mounting pleasure of his orgasm. “Ngh-”
“Say my name,” Purple commanded darkly.
“Purple,” Avery whispered, chanting the name as he stroked himself faster, “Purple, Purple, PURPLE!” He ended up screaming the name, a rope of white sin bursting from the tip of his dick. Purple watched it arc and land on Avery’s chest, purring in satisfaction.
“Such a good boy,” Purple knelt down on the couch, towering over Avery as he took in the boy’s disheveled state. He looked almost perfect. “I’m going to ruin you, Avery. I’m going to ruin you, and you’ll enjoy every minute of it.” He reached down to press the boy into the cushions, raising his leg up so he could press his thick slimy cock against the boy’s hole, “You won’t spend a second not completely obsessed with me, I’m going to consume your thoughts, your senses, your body, your entire life…” He slowly thrust into Avery, groaning, “I rightfully own you.”
Avery jolted awake, curling up as the dream he had left him hard and yearning. He reached down to stroke himself, gasping and biting his fist as he pumped himself. He breathed in raggedly, the only thought he had was Purple. His hands, his voice, his eyes, the way it felt when Purple was inside him. He whimpered in the dark, burying his head in the sheets and inhaling. Even the sheets smelled like Purple, and he breathed out a sigh, stroking himself into climax and arching, his climax squirting out of him and splattering onto the bedsheets.
“Oh, my my my.”
Avery’s eyes opened, trailing to the door and seeing Purple, the alien, leaning against the door frame. He flushed darkly, biting his lip. Purple only chuckled, sauntering inside and sitting beside him. “Having a nice dream?”
“You were fucking me…again.” Avery’s voice wavered, “I want to feel it again. I want to be ruined again please ruin me.” He crawled over to Purple and climbed into his lap, “Please fuck me.”
Purple stared at him silently, a smile slowly forming as he appraised his new toy. The boy that was absolutely obsessed with him, the boy that willingly gave his body to him at every waking moment. His precious little demon, who relied on him for nourishment.
He got what he wanted.
END