Chapter 9 #4
I should be afraid of what is about to come next, but I am riding so many simultaneous highs I can’t come to terms with any of them.
The memory of flying through space inside the Fematrix, then waking up in my body, then all of the intensity of Arkon’s desire and possession, and her rescue and now I am being carried off to be very thoroughly punished and I can’t wait because pain and pleasure have long ago become almost the same thing to me.
He takes me home, stopping in his alien lounge where he sits down at the nearest chair, after walking about for a bit, gathering implements and such in his auxiliary hands.
I try not to look at what he’s doing, burying my head in his neck.
He holds and cradles me at the same time, comforting me even as he prepares to punish me.
“You know what I’m about to do, don’t you,” he growls softly. “You know that you’re about to find out what the consequences of all that were…”
“And I was only just finding out what the consequences of the previous thing were, when I got my head cut off by accident,” I quip.
He sighs and sits down, settling me in his lap and putting two fingers on my chin to turn my face toward him.
“I love you,” he says, catching me completely off guard with that declaration.
“You have come to mean more to me than anything before you. My life has meaning now that I did not realize it could have because of you. I need you to understand that, regardless of how you feel, if you spend the rest of your life with me in rebellion, you will be spending the rest of your life with me.”
His words are firm, serious, and entirely committed. He means what he is saying. I am his. He has taken me. There is no part of me he will not claim and that means there is no part of me he will not punish.
I open my mouth to speak, but find myself closing it again.
I could declare my love now, but it would feel…
I don’t know. I have taken up a very contrary position and turning about now and being soft feels like it would undermine all my very hard work put into being wildly obnoxious in the face of existential trauma.
He looks deep into my eyes and I think sees a hint of what is there regardless.
Does he know I love him? Does he know I have been melting for him from the beginning, our first meeting?
That I want nothing more than to please him, but know that my innate temperament is going to put us at close to eternal odds unless and until he…
Grips me firmly and turns me over his knee.
He spanks me again, not hard, but hard enough to reignite all those previous punishing slaps and remind me that he very much means to handle me into what someone at a distance might call submission.
I take the spanking, and I enjoy it. I am getting wet again, all the excitement of the Fematrix’s rescue and the previous punishment combining to make me wetter than I should be for a woman facing alien discipline.
He makes a note of this, and I feel him part my legs, gently, but firmly. He pushes another toy inside me, something thick and firm.
“Again?” I moan.
“Again,” he says. “This pussy was barely being used when we were interrupted. I’m going to have you filled up in both these holes. I’m going to have you soft, and submissive, and whimpering for me.”
There is no escaping his ministrations. He is gentle, but he is firm, sliding the toy in and out of my pussy with a regularity that feels almost mechanical. He wants me to feel fucked, so I have to feel fucked. It is as simple as that.
“This is what the rest of your life is going to feel like,” he announces.
“You are going to be filled up when I want it. You are going to come when I say so. This responsive human body is mine to use and to play with. I do not care how many goddesses you have on your side, or how disobedient you care to be.”
I moan softly, knowing better than to argue with him about this. I am feeling very wet and very used, and we have not even begun the proceedings. I know that I am about to be entirely undone by my alien boss.
Sure enough, he turns me onto my back on the couch and pulls the toy free.
In the same motion, he removes his clothes, pulling them off until his entire muscular alien body and two thick rods are presented above me.
The silver blond skeins of hair flowing over his chest only serve to frame his impeccable hotness.
The toy leaves me empty, but it was only ever a placeholder for his much thicker body. I squirm in the languid way that my absolutely sex-drenched brain can manage. Some part of me says this is too much. But I am still craving more.
He takes me without a word, having already lectured, promised, threatened, and lectured again. Now he simply shows me how he means to use me, wrapping one arm under me to hitch my ass up toward him and give him better access to both my holes.
First, I feel my pussy stretching open for him.
I feel the aching walls spreading wide, taking him with all the effort it takes.
When he moves, slow inch by slow inch, I feel my body giving way to him.
He is claiming territory inside me, and there is no part of me that does not fundamentally understand what it means to be taken now.
“You were a naughty girl,” he says, slow pumping his hips with just half his massive cock inside me.
The second cock is pressing against my ass. The lubrication of my dripping pussy is coating the head of it, and I know what he is going to do even before he does it. The look in his eyes tells me I am about to be fucked in both holes at once.
“Not naughty,” I whimper. I can’t formulate an argument right now. I can’t do anything besides take what he wants to give me. Arkon has always had a direct line to my arousal, and the ability to make me want things I never imagined I would tolerate, let alone desire.
The second cock presses inside me with the same inexorable insistence. He adds a little lubrication, mercifully for me, and I feel it gliding more easily as he slowly pumps his hips into me, pushing his second cock into my tightest, hottest hole.
The feeling of two cocks surging in my ass and pussy pushes me past any imagining of control. He has me in my body now, my soft and pliable human form and he is using me with the kind of natural dominance that every part of me responds to.
I make little grunting animal sounds, because that is all I can do. He has me completely in his control and as his cocks sink deeper and fuck harder, I am carried away on a wave of sensation that completely drives all thought out of my head.
Four hands roam my body. Four hands restrain me. Two cocks ravage my holes with rough strokes that only get more intense as my body starts to accept what is happening and surrenders to the mating.
“You are going to have my baby,” he says.
“You are bred already and acting like you are still entirely free. You are not free. You belong to me. Your tight little human holes are mine to use. I will fill you up as often as it pleases me to prove that because you don’t seem to understand obedience unless it is forced on you. ”
His words make me quiver with excitement that has nothing to do with real obedience or submission and everything to do with how fucking hot it is to feel his possession of me.
He dragged me back across the universe to be here, under him now, my body wrapped around his cocks, my womb full of his seed.
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Arkon