Chapter 1 #4
At first I feel his hot breath, and there’s a moment where his lips meet my neck that makes a hot trickle of desire run through my pussy.
I am still suspended on his thigh, still grinding against him like a wanton little thing with no standards at all.
Look at me, first time away from the colony on my own and I am about to get fucked by an alien.
I feel a series of little scratches on my neck, and I know that his teeth have pierced my skin. His hands are on my hips, keeping me in place as he suckles at my neck. I become aware that something is happening. Something unlike previous episodes in which I have been bitten.
Usually it just hurts.
This… doesn’t hurt. His teeth must either be far sharper than I realized, or… oh, there’s definitely something else going on. I am being given something even as I am being taken from.
There is a lightness to my being as whatever is in his mouth or fangs starts to suffuse my blood and brain.
“Oh, my god,” I moan as his tongue works on the skin of my neck, gently lapping.
Heat starts to swirl low in my belly. My pussy starts to tingle. He is not physically touching my sex, and yet I feel as though I am being played with expertly.
I arch my hips toward him, but he holds my hip more firmly and keeps me in place.
I grind at air as the sexual intensity builds inside my body.
My clit feels like it is swelling and becoming more sensitive.
He slides his thigh away from me, which seems like a terrible cruelty.
I could come so easily if I could rub on him, but he does not want to let me do that.
On and on it goes, the teasing and the sensation, the being held in place and the having every part of my body being pleasured in this wildly unorthodox way.
“Oh, my gods, oh, my…” I am moaning at the top of my lungs. I might not be able to move, but I can wail as a climax is drawn from me, pulled out of every cell of my being. There is an absolute crescendo of release inside me as I come still grinding on thin air.
“Oh, my fucking gods, how did you do that?”
“It’s one of my skills,” he says.
“It’s like horny drugs,” I say. “You’re like a substance of some kind. You’re fucking…” I am finding it so hard to gather any of my thoughts. I have been addled by that orgasm. I feel high. I think I’m high.
* * *
Freak
She wants so badly to be impaled on my cock right now. I can smell her need, even through that cute spacesuit. I want to strip her out of it. But this is not about fucking her. I want her to submit to being my pet.
“Now tell me, do you want to be my pet? Do you want to wear my collar, walk on my leash, take my cock deep inside you? Or would you rather sit on this station and try to get a warranty claim on a piece of space junk that shouldn’t have been warranted in the first place?
That thing was one sneeze away from imploding in deep space. ”
“Yeah,” she says. “That was weird. The ship.” Her voice is vague, because she cannot think about the ship, or what happened there. All she wants is for me to tear her suit off her the same way I ripped through the hull of her ship, and claim her for my own.
I can see how hard she is fighting her own desire for submission. Poor little thing. She is working under the impression she is not allowed to be taken care of. She thinks that it would be unnatural to be mine, when in truth it would be the most right and proper thing in the universe.
“It’s only weird if you live in a world where everyone is trustworthy and wants the best for you.
But you do not live in that world. You never have.
You live in a world, a universe, really, where the strong and the brutal and the ruthless claim all.
The kind, the meek, and the credulous all suffer and pay for their naivety over and over. ”
* * *
Mara
This dark philosophy is accompanied by the slow stroking of my pussy with his real fingers. The pads are hot enough to stimulate my clit with more than enough to reignite my pleasure.
“I can’t think when you do that,” I complain.
“That is the idea, pet. The less you think at the moment, the better. We are about to embark on a grand adventure of the kind I’d bet you’ve always wanted.”
“How did you know that?”
“I tasted it on your blood,” he says. “I can taste pretty much anything on someone’s blood.”
“Is that how you did it to the alien at the docks?”
“No,” he says, sliding his fingers back and forth along the seam of my suit. “Time to take this off, I think, pet.”
“What about you?” I ask. “Isn’t it time you took your underwear off?”
“I don’t know if you are ready to see what I am working with, pet,” he says. “It is quite an intimidating appendage for a human woman to behold.” He smirks as he speaks, and I know he’s trying to make me beg.
He’s going to drive me to the limits of my patience and what I can tolerate.
Every swirl of his fingers is taking me closer to the point where I can’t hold back.
I am gyrating against his hand, imagining what he looks like beneath those tight pants that cover so little. Is his manhood like a human man’s?
“Tell me you want to see my cock,” he growls in my ear. “Say the words, pet. Don’t just think them.”
I am too erotically befuddled to notice entirely what a strange sentence that is. He bites my neck again, lightly, but effectively, and I feel that oddly serene sensation of being perfectly aroused.
I feel as though I am melting. The edges of my mind and body are starting to blur and I am realizing that there’s never really been an edge anyway, just the illusion of one. I can feel him inside me already, because I am inside him.
Fucking gods, I am high as hell right now, so fucking aroused that it feels like an actual chemical hit.
I reach for him, my hands sliding over his thick chest, fingertips cataloging each and every ripple of alien muscle as I lose all semblance of propriety and turn absolutely fucking feral instead.
My fingers find the top of his garment and pull down.
He arches toward me to allow me to do it more easily, releasing the bite on my neck too, to let me have more movement.
I am panting with need, my mouth watering with desire.
There is no part of me that does not crave him.
I need him so badly I don’t know how I ever lived without him.
I’m addicted to him, and I haven’t even had him yet.
If I were in control of my senses, I’d be freaking the fuck out.
But I’m not, so all I can do is follow my instincts, just like the animal he refers to me as.
My hand wraps around something that throbs and moves against my fingers. I can barely encircle it completely.
“Oh, my gods,” I gasp. “How big is it?”
He answers the question by lowering his garment. Finally, I see him for all that he is. A lot of it follows basic human sex construction principles. His cock is where I expect it to be, but it is thicker and longer than I thought.
It rises from the apex of his thighs in a massive ridge. It is scaled from the base and along the underside. The head is flared quite like a human’s, but it is large, like the rest of him.
“I can’t take that,” I whimper.
“You can,” he says. “A little at a time. Pace yourself, pet. You are hungry, but you will not starve for pleasure, I promise you that.”
As he speaks, he lowers the fastener on my suit. It peels from my neck down toward my navel and then off my body before falling to my feet. I am naked, and I am soaked. The inside of my thighs are covered in the sweet nectar of the need he has been building with his bites and his touches.
His fingers go back between my thighs, caressing my slick lips. “You are beautiful, pet,” he compliments me. “Your curves are delicious; every inch of you makes me want to devour you.”
He could eat me if he wanted, but I don’t think he is being literal.
His big hand moves around my body, cupping my breast, squeezing my hip, patting my ass.
All of this happens with me suspended on the fulcrum of his thigh, with both of my hands wrapped around his cock.
It is impressive and disturbing to note how much of it is not covered by my hands.
I shift in his grip and I let him lift me so my pussy is gliding along the lightly scaled ridges of his cock. It is hot, it is hard, and I know it is meant to be inside me. I just don’t know how.
* * *
Freak
She is so pretty, and so vulnerable. I am being careful not to give her too much of a dose of my bite.
It would be easy for her to overdose on it.
It would not harm her physically, but she might be trapped in a hyper-aroused state for months, or even years.
There are less decent members of our species who have been known to find females of various species who are susceptible to our venom and keep them in a state of desire for the rest of their lives, mating and breeding them over and over.
I’ve left enough of her consciousness intact that she can make her own decisions.
I can feel her mind working. She wants this.
She is thinking how she shouldn’t be giving herself so easily, how she is on a mission, how she shouldn’t be distracted, how she needs to escape.
The pulsing of her pussy is demanding her attention, though.
I slide one hand through her hair and pull her head back so she meets my eyes. Her hands are still gripping my cock, more desperately holding onto me than pleasing me directly. I do not think she is very sexually experienced, or if she is, she is far too distracted to think about giving pleasure.
“Tell me, pet,” I growl down at her. “Do you want me to mate you? Are you ready to have your sweet human cunt bred by my alien seed?”
“Oh, my fucking gods,” she gasps, arching her hips toward my dick. I have to slow her with a hand. If I left her to her own devices, I think she would impale herself desperately, possibly hurting herself. I’m going to have to take control of her before she does damage.