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Alien inspector (part 8: Xyri’s POV)
🕑 Added 2025-02-06 15:30:02 +0000 UTCA/N: Okay, let’s try this again. This part blew my own mind away, so I truly hope that you are as shook with this development as I am. This is short but very intense, and moves the plot forward a lot. (I’d love to hear what you thought once you read it). Enjoy!
Alien (Xyris) x fem!reader || sfw, but lots of anger, plot twist?
He wasn’t worried. Not at all. He wasn’t worried because he didn’t care about you. He was completely detached. You were just a toy he enjoyed playing with and he could quit playing with you whenever he wanted. Just that… It wasn’t exactly what happened.
He had spent the last several days worrying about why you hadn’t come to see him. Last time was as fun as all the other times. He played with you until your legs were trembling and you couldn’t leave his room for hours after, recovering from the series of orgasms he gave you. He smirked remembering it, your poor human legs failing every time you tried to get up as he chuckled internally and stared at you without expression on his face.
And you said you wouldn’t be back. You didn’t want to do it anymore, but both of you knew that was a lie. Both of you knew you’d be back in a day, two at most… But it had been almost a week, and he hadn’t seen you around, or in his room. You weren’t even there when he checked in your job position at the water control area of the ship.
Something was wrong, and he didn’t know what. It itched inside of him, the realization that you might not be coming back to him, but most of all, it itched that he couldn’t find you. So he gave up, and went to find the answers he knew had no business asking for.
He opened the door without even bothering to say anything, the light flashing green as soon as he touched the sensor. He had access to every part of the ship, he was the boss after all.
“Where is she?” He simply asked.
“Co- commander. Who? Who are you looking for?” The aliens in the control center were nervous, he could almost smell it in the air, all of them looking back at him with big eyes and trembling lips. If they started to cry, he would fire them, he didn’t want emotional people working on his ship.
“Where. Is. She?” He repeated slower this time. They were all useless, very intelligent but useless when he needed them to do anything. The anger inside of him started to shimmer, his jaw clenching as he asked again. “Where is the human?”
The one in charge of the center stuttered, opening and closing their mouth like a fish. “There’s many humans on the ship, can you be more preci-…”
You cut him. “Where is my fucking human?” If you had to ask one more time, heads would be rolling on the floor and there would be a blood bath. He was a civilized species, but also one of the most bloodthirsty of them all.
“She’s sick,” an alien in the back of the room said. Xyris walked to him, his sole focus on his words.
He took a deep breath, trying not to unleash all the fury boiling inside of him onto the poor alien sitting there. “Why wasn’t I informed of this?” His tone was calm and collected, but he was a thread away of snapping.
The poor alien shivered visibly, his blob body trembling like jello when Xyri’s stepped closer to him. “She requested another doctor and not to tell you,” the blob finally confessed, an edge of fear in his tone.
And that did it.
That was the final straw in a series of very bad decisions made by others on the ship. Maybe bad decisions on him too, like catching feelings for a mere human. You were supposed just to be a recipient, an experiment of his human kink… And now he was about to swift into his natural form if they didn’t get their shit together and let him know what the fuck was happening to you.
He could hear some of the others walking away, scared whispers of monster and primal and blood-thirst echoing in the background. He didn’t mind it. He wanted them to be afraid. He wanted them to be scared of him. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now.
His whole body started to vibrate, his muscles expanding and his chest opening, his voice got incredibly deep when he talked again: “I’m the boss of y’all, I don’t fucking care what she said. If she is sick… YOU. INFORM. ME.” By the time he punctuates those last three words, his voice was guttural and his teeth were so big he couldn’t close his mouth.
He could smell the pee in the blob-alien in front of him, and that only fueled his anger further. They were all weak useless creatures. Weak species all around him, and the weakest of all became his own weakness… How the fuck did that happen? And why the fuck he didn’t even care about it? He only cared about finding you. Tracking you down… Making sure you were okay.
And goddess help everyone who dared stand in his way to you.
His body was so big his head hit the ceiling, and the door flew away when he crossed it, the noise resonating inside the ship. His primal form scratched the walls of the hallway leading to your room. Some other crew members ran away as soon as they saw him, so big and scary, most of them weren’t even aware a form like that existed.
But his goal was still one, they wouldn’t need to worry if they weren’t stopping him from finding you. He followed your smell across the ship, leaving broken ceiling lights and destroyed corners all over the ship. And when he stood in front of the door that smelled the most of you, he tore it from it’s hinges.
A very pitiful looking human stared back at him, your mouth open in a silent scream as he growled in victory. He found you. You were right there. And then it finally clicked.
You weren’t just a human, you were…
You were his.
