Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
T essara
Sala’s body sagged against the chair, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. “Thank you, my lord,” she gasped, her voice hoarse from crying out.
Alpha handed the naval cat to Mero, then began to undress. My eyes widened as his massive blue form revealed itself inch by inch. His chest was broad and muscular, tapering down to narrow hips. But it was the sight of his cock, springing free as he removed his trousers, that made me gasp audibly.
It was enormous, far larger than any penis I had seen before. Thick and long, it jutted proudly from a nest of dark curls, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I felt a mixture of terror and fascination as I stared at it, wondering how it could possibly fit inside a woman without causing injury.
Alpha positioned himself behind Sala, running his hands over her reddened flesh. She moaned at his touch, pushing back against him eagerly. Without warning, he thrust forward, burying himself fully inside his wife’s body in one smooth motion.
She screamed in ecstasy, her body arching as much as her bonds would allow. Alpha began to move, his hips pistoning back and forth. I watched, transfixed, as Alpha’s massive blue cock plunged in and out of Sala’s glistening cunny. The contrast between his alien skin and her pale flesh was mesmerizing, a visual representation of two worlds coming together. With each powerful thrust, Sala’s body shook, her breasts swaying beneath her. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the air, mixing with Sala’s cries of pleasure and Alpha’s deep, rumbling breaths.
My mind reeled as I tried to process everything happening around me. Just hours ago, I had served as a lowly concubine on a Vionian ship, my life dictated by the cruel whims of my masters. Now, I stood equally naked on the bridge of a Magisterian vessel, having just witnessed the fall of the empire that had enslaved me and so many others. The weight of my newfound freedom pressed down on me, exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure.
Yet even as I reveled in my liberation, I couldn’t ignore the troubling yet somehow also exciting fact Sala had conveyed to me—that I now technically belonged to Captain Alpha. The thought sent a tumultuous mix of emotions through me—fear, excitement, and an embarrassing arousal that made my cheeks burn. I watched as he claimed Sala so thoroughly, so publicly, and wondered if he would one day do the same to me.
As Alpha continued to take his pleasure inside Sala’s body with relentless intensity, I became aware of movement around the bridge. To my amazement, I saw other crew members beginning to undress. A young lieutenant pulled a naked woman—his wife or concubine, I presumed—into his arms, kissing her deeply before bending her over a nearby console. Another officer was already buried between the thighs of a beautiful blonde, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he thrust into her.
The bridge was transforming before my eyes into a scene of controlled debauchery. Everywhere I looked, I saw flesh meeting flesh, heard the sounds of pleasure and passion. Yet there was an underlying sense of respect and decorum that baffled me. This struck me as nothing like the brutal, degrading orgies I had witnessed in the pleasure rooms of Vionian stations. Here, even in the throes of ecstasy, I could detect a palpable sense of love and mutual desire.
I felt overwhelmed, my senses overloaded with the sights, sounds, and scents of sex. My own body thrummed with need, my cunny aching to be filled. I longed to join in, to lose myself in the pleasure I saw all around me, but uncertainty held me back. Where did I fit in this new world? Who would claim me, if anyone?
As these thoughts swirled through my mind, I heard Sala cry out in mingled discomfort and pleasure. Alpha’s movements had become more urgent, his massive frame tensing as he sought his release.
I let out a choked sob, overwhelmed by the intensity of the scene before me and my own conflicting emotions. My eyes darted between Alpha’s powerful form and Sala’s trembling body, still bound to the chair.
Sala turned her head, her blue eyes finding mine through a curtain of black hair. “My lord,” she gasped, her voice strained with pleasure. “May Tessara come stand before me? I… I want to hold her hands.”
Alpha’s silver-violet gaze flickered to me, considering for a moment before he nodded. “Yes,” he rumbled. “Come, Tessara.”
On shaky legs, I approached the chair. Sala’s fingers reached for mine though her wrists were bound before her, and I clasped them tightly, feeling the tremors running through her body. Her skin was feverishly hot, slick with sweat. I could smell the musky scent of her arousal, mingled with Alpha’s own unique, alien scent.
Suddenly, Alpha withdrew from Sala’s body. She whimpered at the loss, her hips shifting restlessly. I couldn’t help but stare at Alpha’s massive blue cock. It looked even more intimidating up close, veins pulsing along its impressive length.
My heart raced, and I felt a dizzying mixture of fear and irresistible arousal. What was going to happen next? Would Alpha take me as he had taken Sala? The thought both terrified and excited me in equal measure.
I stood frozen, unable to tear my eyes away from the enormous erection. It seemed to throb with each beat of its owner’s heart, a testament to the alien’s barely contained desire. Sala’s arousal coated its length, making it shine in the soft light of the bridge.
My breath came in short, sharp gasps as I waited to see what Alpha would do next. The air felt thick with tension and the heady scent of sex. Around us, the sounds of pleasure from the other crew members created a surreal backdrop to this moment of suspended anticipation.
“I will now complete my public claiming of my wife in the traditional way,” Alpha announced, his deep voice resonating through my body.
My eyes widened in shock as I realized what he meant. Surely he couldn’t intend to… not there… not with such an enormous member. I watched, transfixed, as Alpha’s massive blue hands grasped Sala’s reddened bottom cheeks, pulling them apart to expose her most intimate opening.
Sala’s fingers tightened around mine as Alpha began to push the bulbous head of his rigid cock against her anus. I could see the muscles in her back and shoulders tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Breathe, my love,” Alpha murmured, his tone gentle despite the lewd act he was about to perform. “Let me in.”
Sala nodded, drawing in a deep breath. I felt her grip on my hands loosen slightly as she consciously tried to relax her body. Alpha pressed forward, the head of his cock slowly, inexorably stretching Sala’s tight ring of muscle.
Suddenly, Sala cried out, her body jerking in its bonds. Her nails dug into my palms as the head of Alpha’s massive cock breached her anus, disappearing inside her. I winced in sympathetic pain, unable to imagine how it must feel to be so thoroughly stretched and filled.
As Alpha continued to push deeper, I found myself mesmerized by the sight of his blue shaft slowly vanishing into Sala’s body. The visible divergence between his alien skin and her pale flesh seemed strangely beautiful. I could see every ridge and vein of his cock as it sank deeper and deeper, stretching Sala’s anus to what seemed an impossible degree.
Sala’s cries had taken on a strange, otherworldly quality. Her eyes were wide but unfocused, her mouth open in a silent scream. I could almost feel her consciousness traveling out of her body, fleeing the overwhelming sensations as Alpha’s massive member impaled her little bottom.
Her grip on my hands loosened further, and I feared she might faint. But then Alpha paused, fully seated within her, and Sala’s eyes seemed to refocus. She drew in a shuddering breath, her gaze meeting mine.
“Oh, Tessara,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I feel so… full. So complete.”
I stared at her in wonder, marveling at the mix of pain and ecstasy etched across her features. How could she find pleasure in such an act? And yet, as I watched Alpha begin to move, withdrawing slightly before thrusting back in, I saw Sala’s expression transform into one of pure bliss.
My own body thrummed with confused need as I witnessed this most intimate of acts. I felt ashamed of my reaction, yet I couldn’t look away. The sight of Alpha’s massive penis in my new friend’s bottom mesmerized me. I gripped Sala’s hands more tightly, realizing suddenly that to do so kept me from touching my cunny as I so desperately—and mortifyingly—longed to do.
Sala’s fingers tightened around mine once more as Alpha’s thrusts grew more powerful. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, punctuated by soft whimpers and moans. I watched in fascination as her face contorted with a mixture of pain and pleasure, her blue eyes glazed over with lust.
“Please…” Sala whispered, turning her head over her shoulder, her voice barely audible over the sounds of flesh meeting flesh. “Please, my lord.”
Alpha’s silver-violet eyes locked onto his wife’s face, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Without breaking his rhythm, he reached down to the arm of the command chair. His large blue hand brushed over a small panel, revealing a hidden switch.
As Alpha flicked the switch, a low buzzing sound filled the air. Sala’s entire body went rigid, her back arching as much as her bonds would allow. A scream tore from her throat, a sound of such intense pleasure and pain that it sent shivers down my spine.
My eyes widened as I realized what was happening. There must be some sort of vibrating device concealed within the chair, pressed intimately against Sala’s most sensitive areas. The sheer ingenuity of it took my breath away—a reward for good behavior, or perhaps an additional punishment, depending on how it was used.
Sala’s cries grew louder, more frantic. Her hands clutched mine so tightly I feared she might break my fingers. “Oh! Oh, my lord! It’s too much… I can’t… I’m going to…”
Her words dissolved into incoherent moans as her body began to convulse. I watched in awe as Sala’s first orgasm crashed over her, her face a mask of ecstasy. Alpha never slowed his relentless pace, fucking her through her climax and pushing her immediately toward another.
“That’s it, my love,” Alpha growled, his massive hands gripping Sala’s hips tightly. “Come for me. Show our crew how much you love being fucked in this tight little bottom.”
Sala screamed again as a second orgasm ripped through her, even more intense than the first. Her entire body shook with the force of it, sweat glistening on her pale skin. I could see her toes curling, her legs straining against their bonds as waves of pleasure racked her frame.
The vibrations from the chair never ceased, and Alpha’s punishing rhythm never faltered. Sala was caught in a loop of endless stimulation, her body wringing out orgasm after orgasm. Her cries had become almost constant now, a stream of pleas and praises tumbling from her lips.
“My lord! Alpha! Oh, please… it’s so good… I can’t take any more… please don’t stop!”
I lost count of how many times Sala came, each climax seeming to blend into the next. Her face was flushed, her black hair plastered to her forehead with sweat.
At last, I saw Alpha’s massive blue body begin to tense. His thrusts became faster, more erratic, as he chased his own release. Sala’s cries had faded to soft whimpers, her body limp and pliant in its bonds.
“Sala,” Alpha growled, his voice thick with lust. “My beautiful, obedient wife. I’m going to fill you now. You’ve pleased me so well.”
Sala managed to lift her head, her blue eyes finding Alpha’s. “Yes,” she breathed. “Please, my lord. I need to feel you…”
With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the ship, Alpha thrust his hips one final time. I watched in awe as his massive cock pulsed visibly, pumping his alien seed deep into Sala’s bottom. Sala let out a soft cry, her body shuddering with one last, gentle orgasm as she was filled.
For a long moment, they remained frozen in that tableau—Alpha bent over Sala’s bound form, both of them panting heavily. The air seemed thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the soft buzzing of the chair’s hidden device the only sound besides their labored breathing.
Then, slowly, Alpha began to withdraw. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of his massive blue cock, still semi-hard, slipping free of Sala’s body. A trickle of his pearlescent seed followed, trailing down Sala’s thigh.
The bridge erupted in applause, startling me. I had become so entranced by the scene before me that I had almost forgotten about the rest of the crew. Looking around, I saw that everyone was in various states of undress and arousal. Some still actively engaged in their own couplings, while others had paused to watch their captain’s performance.
Alpha straightened, his impressive physique gleaming with a light sheen of sweat. He looked every inch the conquering hero, powerful and virile. With gentle hands, he began to undo Sala’s bonds, freeing her wrists and ankles from their restraints.
As the last strap fell away, Alpha gathered Sala into his arms. She looked small and fragile against his massive blue form, her pale skin marked with the evidence of their passionate encounter. Yet she wore a look of utter contentment on her face as she nestled her head against Alpha’s broad chest.
“Well done, my love,” Alpha murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Sala’s forehead. “You’ve made me very proud.”
Sala smiled up at him, her eyes shining with adoration. “Thank you, my lord,” she whispered. “I live to serve you.”
As Alpha cradled Sala in his arms, I felt a strange ache in my chest. I could feel the tenderness between them, such a contrast to the brutal coupling I had just witnessed. It stirred something deep within me—a longing I had never felt before, for that kind of bond, with a man who knew how to… to… I could hardly bear to let myself think it, but the thought rose irresistibly in my mind.
With a man who knows how to claim me that way.