"Watch out, I think she's here—"
That was the last thing I heard from my squad mates before something—or someone—cut the transmission short. I couldn't see very far through the dense undergrowth, and the only thing I could hear was the crackling of static in my earpiece as I stood there like a sitting duck. It was only mere moments ago when I split up from my group to check for any signs of life ahead, but it felt like hours had passed. I was alone in this alien jungle now, accompanied by nothing but my rifle—and whatever it was that was going after my squad one-by-one.
While my eyes darted around, my quickened breaths started fogging up my helmet, making it even harder to see more than five feet in front of me. Even if it was against regulations, I had to take it off. Not much research had been conducted on this planet's atmosphere, but anything was worth trying at this point.
Slowly, I removed the straps from around my shoulders and pulled the helmet off my head. The air was thick and heavy, but it wasn't poisonous; there was an undeniable stench of rotting vegetation lingering around though. "Hello?" I spoke into my headset—nothing but static came back.
The forest was like a wall of green; if I wasn't in such a compromising position here, I'd actually say it was quite beautiful. It was just like Earth—like home; the serene state of the flora slowly swaying back-and-forth in the breeze was soothing, almost hypnotizing. It was a treat to watch and listen to the whistle of the wind blowing through the trees like a dream. While it felt like a dream, there was a sinister part that felt a nightmare as well—it was as if I was being hunted in my own home here. As I stood, taking in the sights, a shrill screech rang out in the distance, the cry of a predator hunting its prey; I knew I had to get out of here, fast.
I was already feeling weak from the humidity, but the murky water and thick mud was only making my situation worse. My trek through the vegetation quickly turned into a war of attrition—it was like the forest was actively fighting against me, trying to keep me here.
That same screech rang out once more, but this time it was louder, closer, more intense; it was almost as if it was right behind me. I turned around, but the foliage was so dense that I couldn't see anything. The leaves seemed to be rustling even harder though, even though the wind had not picked up at all.
"She's here," I whispered to myself as I noticed something zip through the forest in a blur of deep purple. Adrenaline was starting to kick in now, my breath catching in my throat as well. I wanted desperately to scream, but it was like my vocal cords had locked up. If the heat wasn't bad enough, the sheer terror running through my veins made my legs wobble like they were made out of jelly.
I clutched my rifle against my chest and tried to steady myself; it was all I could do. Then, as quick as it started, the forest calmed down—the rustling of the leaves seemed to have stopped. The silence was eerie, almost deafening; I wanted to believe I was safe, but I knew better.
That's when I heard heavy panting and heaving coming from behind me. Turning around, I saw a dark figure emerging from the foliage. A monster—an alien beast—was floating there, her tentacle-like legs brushing gently against the ground as she stared me down. Even if she didn't even have eyes, I could tell she was watching me; her muscles rippled and her legs swayed as she breathed in and out.
Trembling, I dropped my rifle and it went off, sending a gunshot ringing through the forest. I was frozen in fear, like a deer in headlights, watching the Wraith gliding nearer to me.
The blades on both sets of hands were sharp; I didn't need to feel them to know, but I had a feeling that I'd get my opportunity soon anyways. I took off, running through the jungle in the other direction. With her pronged mouth open, she let out another shriek, like a warning from a predator to its prey. The hunt was on.
My legs carried me as far as they could go, but she was faster; she was so silent and fluid as she glided through the air—she was like a spectre. Hiding in the undergrowth was a fruitless endeavour—she didn't need to see me, she could smell the pungent scent of my fear, and it was quite pungent. The next thing I saw was one of her scythe-like blades, cutting effortlessly through the foliage like it was butter.
I could hear the crunch of the leaves and twigs as her claws ripped through the bush I was hiding in. The adrenaline coursing through my veins wasn't enough anymore. The way the Wraith moved was so graceful; she was like a mermaid. I knew that I couldn't do anything, I was going to die—there was no escape anymore.
I backed myself up against a tree as the creature approached me. Her deep purple skin was thick and leathery; I could see it reflect the moonlight as she moved right up close to me. There was a large strand of drool spilling from her mouth, too, and the serrated teeth lining her mouth were bared. She was here to feed.
Before I could even lift my arms up to protect myself, I felt her claws rip through my suit, tearing through my skin at the same time. It was like my clothing was nothing but paper mache—it was torn to shreds, hanging off my body and leaving me exposed. My blood coated her sinewy flesh and muscle as she slowly started tracing her claws down my chest to my groin. It was like she was looking for just the right spot; it stung, but there was something primal about the way she was taking her time with me. She was examining my body like a piece of meat. I was nothing but a toy for this alien monster; it was like she wanted a show before her meal, and I was the main act.
A low, growling noise—almost like a purr—escaped her mouth as her claw reached my groin, and carefully, she started tracing it along the impression in my boxers. I tried to fight against it, but my cock was growing; my body was giving the Wraith exactly what she wanted, and I could she was enjoying herself too. With little effort, she desecrated the thin layer of fabric covering my crotch, and my prick spring free. She was excited; her was mouth open wide, full of nothing but rows and rows of razor-sharp teeth—I couldn't even kiss this thing if I wanted to.
I could tell she didn't want a kiss either. Instead, she pulled herself back—like a jaguar getting ready to strike—before impaling me against the tree like a pin cushion.
My feet dangled uselessly in the air as blood spilled down my chest, pooling around my groin and providing the perfect lubricant for her sickening show. Even though I was in an almost indescribable sort of pain, my cock was still hard; it was like my body was on autopilot now. I was terrified, but I didn't even have any energy left in me to fight back. I could only groan in agony as my insides hung out of my chest cavity, dripping onto the tangled mass of my body and hers.
The smell of her lust was potent; viscous juices were dripping from her eager cunt and mingling with my blood—