Chapter 14
Peony
He was playing her like an instrument. A very well-oiled instrument.
Peony trembled over him as he first discovered, then exploited, her clit. He had been fingering her, wonderfully, but hadn't paid any attention to the tiny nub, frustrating her into using his hand for herself. Which led to his detour in order to find it.
And damn, he was good.
Though his fingers were busy, his eyes were on her face.
Watching her expressions. Seeing when she winced when he pushed too hard.
Seeing when her eyes rolled back when he began to circle around the sensitive nub.
Adjusting the pressure and technique until, within moments of finding it, he was sending her into a mind shattering orgasm that made her cry out, jerking on his lap.
In the throes of the aftershock, he grabbed her hips with both hands, moved her over his cock, and speared her with the hardened flesh in one smooth motion.
She didn't have the breath to cry out, but her head dropped back and a choked, half cry pushed past her lips. For a solid few seconds, she couldn't even think.
He was huge. Every bit of her scant remaining brainpower was diverted into disbelief at how he felt filling her.
Stretching her inner muscles. Strangely shaped head resting against the entrance of her womb.
She was trembling over him, not even aware that she had dug her nails into his shoulders.
She couldn't focus on anything but his invasion.
It seemed to take forever for her to even be able to look at him again.
His fingers were clenched into the flesh of her hips, every muscle in his body taut as he resisted the urge to move.
Staring up at her, waiting for her approval to continue.
A shaky smile crossed her face at the consideration. He seemed to take that as his sign.
With no help from her, he used his hold on her hips to lift her up, then slam her back down. She cried out, her grip tightening further as he set a brisk, surprising pace.
Surprising, because she wasn't doing anything.
She had barely recovered from his size and that sudden entrance.
Feeling him put that dick to work dissipated whatever rationality she had managed to scrounge back together.
She could only feel, she couldn't help. He was moving her body on his own.
Bouncing her on his dick like she was a sex doll for his pleasure.
The ridges on his dick rubbed against a special spot inside her pussy that she didn't even believe existed until he stimulated it.
Every time they rubbed past it, fireworks burst in her brain.
The stretch of the thickened base of his cock tormented her outer muscles and made her swallow ragged screams to avoid anyone hearing them.
He arched up against her, brushing his abdomen against her clit as his mouth closed over one of her nipples.
It was too much. She couldn't move. She couldn't think. She could barely breathe.
The base of his cock began to swell further, not so much that it caused pain but enough that she could feel the difference in each thrust. His arms locked around her waist. His mouth moved up to her neck as he clenched her close to his chest. He began to suck on the skin, nipping it with his fangs, a sharp combination that she knew would leave a bruise.
She felt, actually felt, the heat and pulse of his release as he came with a muffled roar, his face buried in her neck. As it filled her, a strange pressure built inside as the swelling of his cock prevented anything from dripping out.
Peony wasn't sure she had finished coming, but that final sensation, of physically being filled with his hot seed, broke her mind. She didn't think she screamed. She didn't have the air to do so. But her entire body clenched down as her mind whited out.
The sensations kept going far past the time she would consider normal. She could feel his cock twitching, pulsing inside her, and it was incredible.
It was only as she was coming down that she had the thought that he had just come inside her, raw and unprotected. She had been bred by an alien.
But a few minutes after that, a little more brain power returned and reminded her that he was, in fact, an alien. Cross species insemination wasn't a thing, even between Earth creatures and those were from the same planet.
That worry was set aside as quickly as it rose. She slumped against his chest, arms drooping down as all the strength left her body. Boneless and fucked into a stupor.
The two of them remained that way for several long minutes. Their breathing slowing, then syncing. Her heartbeat couldn't properly match to his, as he had three to her two, but the sounds melded together like a trilling melody.
It took her a bit to realize that he was still inside her.
His cock had softened, but not completely.
The thick base was still lodged in place and the lazy stroke of his fingers up and down her spine gave no indication that he at all intended to remove it anytime soon.
He just continued to hold her, whispering sweet words in her ear that she couldn't understand.
She desperately wished she could. Instead, all he could say was-
“Peony... vas?”
Their communication was severely limited, but she understood. He wasn't just asking her 'yes'. He was making sure she was all right. That she enjoyed herself. That nothing was wrong. But since he couldn't say any of that, it could only come out as, 'yes?'
She hummed, snuggling into the curve of his neck. “Vas. Very, very vas.”
He didn't understand the other words, but he understood her tone.
He chuckled, grabbing her ass and squeezing before putting his arms around her.
Peony only had time to squeak in surprise, arm and legs clasping around him like a koala, before he lifted her up. Still, he didn't pull her off his cock.
“Is this an alien thing?” She asked as he walked her from the bridge. Before she could protest at the idea of the girls seeing them naked and still connected, he was turning into a small room and shutting the door behind them.
Though small, it was palatial compared to the bunk bed closets for the crew. She realized that this must be the captain's cabin when she saw not only a small bed but a desk with a computer – or, at least, a screen built into the wall that was currently dark.
He ignored all that and instead walked her through a different, smaller door, into a tiny bathroom. Only once they were inside the box of the shower did he grab her hips and pull her off his cock.
She understood why he had refused to pull free earlier when, with a gasp and a shuddering shiver, she felt the heat of his seed rush free.
It flowed out of her pussy, dripping to the ground in rivulets that, while not precisely gushing, would certainly have been embarrassing to see puddled on the bridge floor.
“Holy crap,” she mumbled, face burning, as he finally set her on her feet. Her embarrassment worsened when she found that her knees weren't strong enough to keep her up. She fell right against his chest, making him chuckle as he happily put his arms around her.
The closet sized shower wasn't big enough to let her get far from him anyway, so she tried not to feel too bad as she clung to his shoulders. More of his seed leaked down her thighs as she tried to tighten her muscles to keep herself upright.
“Why is this so hot?” She asked breathlessly as though he could understand.
Keeping one arm around her, holding her up and against him, he activated the weird chemical shower, sending a fine mist spraying over them.
He didn't even bother to take off his pants. Though, she supposed he obviously wasn’t worried about sex fluid staining them, so the cleaning agent clearly wasn’t a worry either.
Maybe these showers were designed to clean clothes on the body as well as the body itself, or maybe the pants were cum resistant.
Peony sighed, wishing she could have a proper, warm, water shower, but she couldn't really protest as Atem slowly, lovingly, began cleaning every inch of her body. He didn't hesitate to clear away the mess he had left between her legs either.
The incredible sex now followed by the gentle semi-massage finally drained the last bit of the restless energy that had been keeping her awake.
She found herself falling asleep against him even before he pulled them from the shower, the weird chemical cleaner rapidly drying from their skin and hair in the open air.
He didn't take her to a bunk bed, but instead carefully laid her down in the captain's bed, treating her body like she was precious. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.