Beast in the Cage: A Scifi Alien Romance

to hear. Everything had been stripped from me, and now that I had Ivy, I felt I could do anything. She was mine and I feared she would be stripped from me too.
I pressed my hand to her face and kissed her full on the lips. She responded in kind and we hugged each other.
I held on tight and promised I would never let her go.

Ivy
We lay in bed, him spooning me, his arms wrapped around me, our hands interwoven.
Painting was a stimulating experience for me. I kept looking over at him and smiled. Sometimes he full-blown turned me on and I needed to taste him right then and there. I’d never been that attracted to anyone.
I thought about the underhanded mission I was there to carry out—to get him to impregnate me and turn me into a surrogate for a child he would never even know he had.
It was different when it was to save a species, when it was with a male alien I didn’t know. Even if it was for me to return home, could I honestly put my hand on my heart and say I no longer felt the same way about the whole deal?
No. I couldn’t. We’d grown closer and I wasn’t sure I could undo those emotions.
Or if I even wanted to.
The thought of jumping on a shuttlecraft and leaving this place without him felt… alien and wrong now.
I got up and sipped some water from the dining table. I glanced at the painting and was pleased with my handiwork. It was probably the best painting I’d ever done.
When I first saw his reaction, I thought he didn’t like it, as if I had destroyed one of his few memories from when he was a child.
But it wasn’t that at all.
It reminded him of his happier moments in life… and he’d gotten upset.
How bad did your life have to be for you to get upset at thinking about happy moments in your past?
I was pleased he liked it. He said he would hang it on the wall opposite his bed so he would see it and think of me every time he went to sleep and when he woke up.
He was a fighter and a brawler but he came out with some of the most romantic things and he didn’t even realize he was saying them!
I turned, and my eye caught on the notepad where he’d been scribbling his little doodles.
I caught a pair of eyes and turned back to the pad.
Kren lay on his back, relaxed after yet another intense sex session. They only got better and better the more we did it.
I picked up the notepad and flicked through the pages. His scribblings were random things at first, strange abstract images that didn’t look like anything I recognized. And then he began to draw faces, or parts of a face, beginning with the eyes, a nose, fingers, and hands…
And then he put them together. As I flicked through the images, they morphed into me, each one becoming more and more accurate, each one capturing me a little better, until I came to the final picture.
It was a more beautiful version of me.
Was this how he saw me? Every time he looked at me, he saw this gorgeous woman on the page?
And when we kissed and made love… it wasn’t the lovemaking of a fighter claiming his Prize, which was harsh and aggressive, the way Dreth treated me. It was much more than basic fucking. It was making love.
And the reason for that was we were in love.
He was in love.
I was in love.
I dropped the notepad and the pages fluttered as they hit the tabletop.
Was I in love? Had I opened myself up to him and let him into my heart?
I was supposed to be a surrogate for his child. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love.
But that was what I’d done, wasn’t it?
I glanced at him, still asleep in the bed.
I calmed and relaxed.
Yes, I thought. I had fallen in love with him, and unless I missed my guess, I thought he was in love with me too. It was there in every gesture he made and every expression he shot my way.
We were in love.
This wasn’t meant to happen. I was never meant to enjoy being with him this much.
I would call the deal off, I decided. I would call it off and find some other way to return home.
The Supervisor had a shuttlecraft outside his residence. Surely, I could get to it somehow and get away?
Even the thought of that left a sour taste in my mouth. Leaving this place without Kren…
I could picture myself at my desk now, typing in numbers and getting flustered because they didn’t add up.
Who cared? Who cared if the columns didn’t make sense?
What mattered was ensuring I didn’t give up the best relationship I’d ever had. What mattered was not throwing away everything with Kren and being able to see him again.
He slept soundly beside me, having sweet and deep dreams. A curl of hair lay at the base of one of his horns. I ran my hands over those gorgeous curved horns.
In love with an alien.
It made what I had to do next hard but necessary.
I had to ditch the deal.
I was floating on cloud nine when I awoke the next morning. I should have been exhausted with all the late-night activities we’d gotten up to. My body was tired but my mind was clear.
My plan was simple.
I would go see the Supervisor today. It was easy to see him as the guards outside Kren’s cell would take me right to him. I would tell him I didn’t want to continue with what we’d planned.
Instead, I would figure out some other way of being with Kren. He was still young and strong. He would remain the champ for some time to come. I was willing to make a go of the relationship.
I shook my head. It sounded crazy even to my