Chapter 43
Alanna
Alanna had no idea how long she was denned up with Survii, lost in a haze of ecstasy and delirious happiness. Time ceased to mean anything as he spent every passing moment showering her in love and attention and an abundance of sensation.
And a whole bunch of alien sex toys.
He had a collection big enough to almost rival his clothing selection.
He apparently enjoyed finding sex toys from the various planets he visited.
Not all of them could be used on her – safely, or at all – and those he immediately threw away.
He wouldn’t be using them again, he explained when she asked if he thought it a waste. So, why keep them?
But even without those, he had still had an abundance of objects that he took special pleasure in testing on her body.
At one point, he outright stated that he had to make sure that they worked so he could know which ones to keep and which ones to toss.
She was pretty sure that was just an excuse, but she really hadn’t been in any position to think of an argument at the time.
Not with the connected phalluses that had been automatically working in and out of her ass and pussy at the same time while Survii had worked her head up and down his cock, sipping on a sweet wine that he would occasionally dribble onto her tongue straight from his mouth.
There were so many things he had used on her. Sometimes just to check that it was safe. Other times, wringing orgasm after orgasm from her helpless body.
There was a long length of oddly glowing rope that looked radioactive but tingled on her skin when he tied her up in it, building and enhancing her pleasure.
He also had a fancy chair that was made of a series of thin metal ropes that changed its shape into whatever he programmed into it.
Naturally, it became a sex bench, a sex swing, and a bondage cross – among other configurations all designed to present her holes to him.
Manacles for her wrists and ankles that weren’t bound by rope or chain allowed him to move her into any position he wanted and keep her there.
He had all the usual vibrators and dildos in a variety of sizes and shapes, but then some had special features that drove her insane.
Like the one that sucked her clit as it fucked her, or the one that massaged her cervix, or the one that used the same technology as that bead he had used on her before but directly against her G-spot.
He had a plug for her pussy that he could fuck through, come inside her, then, when he pulled out, sealed behind him keeping everything inside as he started fucking her ass.
By the time he finally called halt – he wasn’t done, just satisfied for the moment – her body had been remade into a toy for his pleasure like any of the objects he used on her.
He looked so damn proud of himself, while Alanna struggled to remember how to breathe after they finished a particularly fantastic but draining session.
That one included a curved device almost like a dildo, but very thin, that he slid past her lips.
It changed sizes, expanding and contracting, allowing her to breathe, but training her so he could throat fuck her at his leisure later.
He also used something like a flogger that shocked her with each brush of the little ends.
A plug in her ass that had his name engraved on the handle that sat directly along her crack, as though there was any doubt about who owned it.
And that transforming sex chair set up so that she was curled over it, butt in the air, head down, arms back, nipples being sucked by little suction cups that never stopped.
He fucked her that way until she couldn’t scream anymore – a task already made difficult by the throat trainer hard at work in her mouth. He kept going, his cum seeping out of her. After releasing, he pulled out, letting it gush down her thighs as he walked around, admiring her from every angle.
“So beautiful,” he admired, hand stroking gently over her skin.
Soothing all the areas his little flogger had shocked.
The tiny bite of pain had been debilitating in its power.
“I’ve never seen anything prettier in all my life, vi Vitralai.
You’re absolute perfection when you’re weak and dripping for me.
Sweet cunt on display. Ass ready to be fucked.
I could keep going forever, and you would never stop me.
Would you? You’re such a good female. So good for me. ”
The praise was everything. Enhancing the pain, the shame of being completely exposed, the exhaustion of being totally used.
Because there was no pain or shame or exhaustion. How could there be when he was looking at her like the most beautiful person in all the universe? When she had pleased him so well?
He stroked her ass and kissed it one time before he began freeing her. The trainer in her throat came out. The chair was set up slowly so blood didn’t rush from her head. He took off the nipple suckers. He left the plug in her ass. Keeping in the load he had already pumped up there earlier.
Sweet and caring, he picked her up and took her back to their bed. Which was a mess after so many rounds of repeated, mind breaking sex. How long had they been here? She had no idea. It felt like days, but it hadn’t been nearly long enough.
She even whimpered in protest when, after laying down and cradling her close, he said-
“I think it’s time we rejoined the world.”
“No,” she said plainly, burying her face back in his chest. Moving just made her aware of the plug in her ass. The plug with his name on it keeping in his cum. She shuddered in delight.
He laughed, tracing his claws gently down her side, careful not to prick her.
Throughout all this, he had been ever so careful to never draw her blood.
He left a couple bruises, but they were small, and he always kissed them in apology when they appeared.
Even the flogger hadn’t hit her very hard. Just love taps.
He was a master of sexual torture. Knowing exactly how to ‘hurt’ her without harming her. The precision that took, especially when he was in the midst of his own ecstasy, was impressive.
And she never wanted it to end. She didn’t want to leave this bubble of delight and desire and depravity to go back to work. That sounded like the absolute worst thing she could imagine. A travesty. A tragedy.
“We have to, Vitralai,” he chuckled. “They’ll be expecting us. We’ve already been here for four days. Four a half, actually. I told them we’d be back today.
“No.”
“Don’t be a brat, Alanna,” he chastised, tweaking her nipple – still sensitive from the suckers.
“Meanie. Maybe I should visit the med bay,” she mumbled.
Survii stilled, his voice sharp as he asked, “Why? Are you hurt?”
“Huh?” She blinked, surprised. Though, really, she shouldn’t be. That was the most logical reason to visit the med bay. Laughing, she shook her head. “No. Just thinking that if I turn my cycle back on, I can convince you to fuck me until I’m pregnant and we can stay longer.”
Survii threw back his head and laughed before rolling over her, covering her body with his. Pushing her weight down on that plug in her ass, making her moan.
“I can get you pregnant on Earth just as easily as I can in orbit.” He kissed her nose, so sweetly, in direct contrast to the way he reached down and began moving the plug.
Fucking her with it, causing some of his seed to seep out.
“Is that what you want? For me to seed this little womb? Tell me now. We have enough time for one more thing. Either the med bay or I pull this plug out and you pick which hole I’ve trained that you want me to use one last time before we go down. ”
Alanna pouted. Then, picked all three holes, in whichever order he liked.
He started with her mouth then moved down and then back.
***
The shuttle came down in the park behind the Geneva UN building.
Alanna’s parents, her aunt and uncle, Atem and Peony, the other girls and their mates, and Secretary General Lie for some reason, as well as a full camera crew – were waiting below.
All of them cheering and waving, eager for them to land.
The pilot parked the shuttle and Survii joined her by the door.
Alanna grabbed onto his arm, holding on, leaning against him, smiling with supreme contentment.
His cum still leaked out from her body, slickening the skin between her thighs.
She wasn’t wearing any underwear under the long dress that swirled around her ankles with each step she took down the gangplank and back onto Earth soil.
She had been thoroughly mated and she wanted to keep enjoying that feeling, even as she returned the loving, happy embraces of her family as they came forward to greet her.
The shuttle went back up into orbit as Survii accepted congratulations from the Turv half of her family.
The Earth half asked how the mating went.
Not realizing just how personal that question was since she hadn’t told them exactly what the mating included.
She had described it as being similar to a honeymoon – they were probably imagining something closer to a vacation in space than the four-and-a-half-day long fuck-a-thon that it had actually been.
She gave them a benign, evasive answer as she tried not to show just how sore she was and how difficult it was to keep her legs straight and not shaky now that she wasn’t leaning against Survii for support.
The group performed a bit for the cameras.
Alanna made sure to lift her hand so they could get a shot of her crystal ring.
Survii did the same. They saw her smiling and happy, obviously pleased with this outcome.
She couldn’t tell if Survii was performing as well, but he was clearly strutting with his chest out – not sore at all.
He and Atem grinned and clasped hands. Not really a handshake or a high five, but something in between that was a show of trust and peace between warriors. All the aggression and anger completely gone.
Now that Alanna had been successfully claimed, Atem wasn’t her guardian anymore. Survii was her domin, and therefore her protection was up to him. Atem could look at Survii as a friend and ally once more.
Not to say that he didn’t still love her as a sister. His hug, when it was his turn to greet her, was warm and full of love. She was still his sister.
But now, before that, she was Survii’s mate.
A mate that sent her a grin over Tuvo’s shoulder as he conversed with the other male. There was a knowing glint in his eye that reminded her, again, of his seed still seeping from her pussy.
“Alanna!”
Hattie was suddenly there, throwing her arms around her. A surprise that yanked her out of the daydream of what would happen when she and Survii were alone again. But a welcome one. Hattie gave the best hugs in the universe.
Alanna beamed and squeezed her back. “Hey, you! Did you guys have fun while we were gone?”
Hattie leaned back, nudging her with a grin. “Not nearly as much fun as you, I’ll bet. We did introduce the guys to board games. I don’t recommend it. They get very competitive.”
Alanna could just imagine. “And the wedding?”
“All prepped and ready to go. Just waiting on a few more things to be delivered and set up. But otherwise, everything is ready to go on time.” Hattie smiled. It was bright and true. Not a hint of jealousy on her face.
But there was a definite heaviness of sadness in her aura.
Alanna’s smile faded and she frowned, tilting her head. “Hattie? Are you okay?”
“Hm? Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” Her smile hadn’t faded at all. Not even in confusion. She was hiding her sadness deliberately.
Alanna hugged her again.
Hattie laughed, patting her back. “If you wanted another hug, you could have just asked. They’re free, I promise.”
“You’ll get your mate soon,” Alanna promised, whispering into her ear. “He’s yours already. Hold on for him.”
Hattie didn’t say anything, but she finally looked confused when Alanna pulled back. She gave her friend another bright smile before turning and accepting the next congratulations from Holly.