Little bit of non-con touching in this one.

Kira is outside in her garden when it appears again, nearly giving her a heart attack. She'd had no warning, no sign that it was sitting there, perched on the bench on its haunches, watching her. The silence of it unnerved her, and she had not expected it to be there, just sitting quietly. The surprise of it had terrified her, sending her back into the fresh soil she had just laid down.

"Oh, come on, that's not fair." She says, standing up and dusting off the soil. "I'm getting tired of your games."

She tosses the spade in her hand into the bag of soil. It was getting close to dinnertime, the sun disappearing behind the trees. The alien sat there still, watching her, its tail flicking back and forth behind it. She's reminded of a cat, if cats came in the seven foot tall, deadly alien breed.

"Are you going to eat me or not? Because if you are, I would prefer you just do it."

The alien makes no move closer to her.

She sighs irritatedly. "Fine. I'm going to make dinner. You stay out here. No more breaking my windows."

Kira goes to walk back towards the house when the alien's tail whips out of nowhere, curling itself around her waist. She's dragged across the stone path and straight into the creature's grasp. Kira's hands hit the creature's chest to steady herself. Its skin is an oddly hard texture, like a crab or lobster's outer shell. Four inhumanly long fingers wrap around her arms, holding her in place.

It leans down, Kira bracing herself finally for her death, but instead it rubs its head against hers. Was it…nuzzling her? She can feel the wetness of its mouth against her hair, no doubt covering her in the strange drool again. Its hands grip her arms, strong fingers wrapping around her. Its tail is still around her waist, the bony spines digging into her skin a bit. She holds still, letting the alien creature do whatever it was doing.

Its head moves lower, nudging her head back as it nuzzles its teeth against her neck. How easily it could kill her just like that. Kira is suddenly terrified, her heart beating hard in her chest. The creature hisses again, vibrating against her hands where they are on its chest. She can feel its breath against her skin, again giving her no temperature to work with. It was like the whole creature operated at room temperature. It wasn't warm like a human, nor was it cold. It was just...strange.

The whole situation was strange. Just earlier that day she had protected it from the Feds, no doubt people who could get people to find it and kill it. But part of her prickled at the thought of killing it. Some deep part of her twisted and screamed in protest at the thought of losing her alien.

The alien pulls its head back slightly, opening its jaws. Kira flinches, waiting for the bite to come, but something else, something smaller nuzzles against her neck. She feels the scrape of something sharp against her throat, her body shaking in fear. Maybe she wasn't ready to die. She wanted to call her dad one last time, tell him she was sorry. Sorry for everything. Sorry she hadn't spent more time with him. She wanted to tell him to sell the farm, to let that part of him go like mom would want him to. Try to explain to him why she would be gone too, that it was her own damn fault.

It takes her a moment to realize the sharp thing is gone, that tears are running down her cheeks, that the alien is staring at her again with the eyes she can't find on its black head.

"Why don't you just do it already?" She screams at it, losing all patience with its game. "Why don't you just fucking kill me already? Just fucking do it!"

She breathes heavily, waiting for it to finally strike. Bite her head off, rip her throat out, open her guts with its tail. But it doesn't move. Not for a few moments. The light is disappearing rapidly and soon they'd be in darkness. Maybe that's what it's waiting for.

Suddenly it does move, lifting her off her feet before pushing her down against the stone bench. Her dad had built it for her mother, carved it for weeks just like she had wanted. She had been so happy when he'd shown it to her, so proud of him. Now the edges of the carvings were digging into Kira's face as she's pressed against the bench, held down by the tail still around her waist and a heavy weight between her shoulder blades.

She quickly realizes what's happening, even before the alien's face is shoved between her legs again. This time she can't push it away though, and her struggling is futile. Tears are still leaking out of her eyes, her hands clawing at the stone as the alien presses its face right up against her most private area through her jeans. She can feel the wetness of the drool soaking through her pants, her body starting to go numb with panic.

The alien huffs a few times before pulling away, letting out a loud hiss. It lets her go, the bushes rustling as it disappears again. Kira collapses into a sitting position, leaning against the stone bench. She's shaking, her hands, feet, and lips numb as she tries to calm her breaths. Her stomach aches where the tail was wrapped tightly around her, an uncomfortable dampness between her legs.

It's well past sunset when Kira pulls herself into the house. She goes straight to her room, pulling out the card the Feds had given her. She gets the number typed out, but she can't bring herself to press the call button. Her stomach is twisted in knots, making her want to puke. The intentions of the alien were clearer now. But, even still, why hadn't it just done it last night? Or even in the garden a couple hours ago? What was stopping it? What was stopping her from calling the Feds and admitting everything? Letting them hunt the monster before it had the chance to do what it wanted with her?

Kira crawls to the bathroom, stripping off her stiff jeans and underwear before starting the shower. She sits against the tub, her head against her knees. She felt sick still, her stomach churning at the thought of what had almost just happened. Of what would happen if she didn't do something. If she didn't get help. So why couldn't she? Why couldn't she do it? She wanted it gone, but she can't do it.

Kira sighs, moving to get into the shower, but something draws her attention before she can do so. She moves her pants aside, looking down at the spot of red in her underwear.

The alien doesn't visit Kira for two days.

She should have been relieved, but she couldn't stop herself from wondering where it was and why it wasn't there with her. She shouldn't have felt worried. She should have been glad for its absence. But part of her couldn't help but wonder if someone else had seen it, someone had told the Feds about her alien and they had finally caught it and killed it. Her stomach twisted painfully at that thought, but she quickly brushed it off as cramps. She should be glad it had disappeared and hoped it would stay gone forever.

Until it again nearly gives her a heart attack again.

This time it was the middle of the night. Kira had been in bed asleep until the feeling of being watched startled her from her rest. She had been even more startled to see the alien squatting at the end of her bed in the darkness, watching her. She had screamed, quickly turning a light on. The alien had hissed in response, crawling closer to her on the floor.

She scoots to the other side of the bed, climbing out. "Hold on. Where the hell have you been? Why the hell did you come back?"

The alien lets out a whine-like hiss, crawling onto the bed, making it groan in protest, making its way towards her. She inches towards the door, unsure if she'll be able to reach it and open it before the creature lunges at her. She had learned that second night it could move faster than she had thought.

The creature climbs down off her bed, keeping its low posture. It stops in front of her, lowering itself even more before pressing its supposed forehead against her pelvis. Kira is unsure of what to do, surprised by its action. Was it...trying to apologize to her? She presses herself closer against the wall, but the alien just moves with her. She gulps, moving her hand slowly to the top of its head. The flesh there feels just as tough as the rest of its body, and the alien lets out a quiet hiss in response.

"I...I don't want...you to...mate...with me." Kira says, trying to say it in the best way possible. "I don't know...what you plan to do...but I don't want to be part of it."

The alien moves finally after a few moments, its arms wrapping around her before pulling her down onto the floor beside the bed. It curls itself, tail and all, around her like it did the second night. She's not comforted by its movements, its hard body pressed up against her back. She'd only ever been intimate with one man before, and that had been back in high school. It had been a mistake, and she'd sworn off love for a while. Then things had happened with her mom and dad, and she'd just never gotten around to it. She would like to have a relationship and maybe marriage and children someday. But it seemed this alien had other plans for her.