Chapter 1 #5
“Easy, pet,” I rumble. “I will give you what you need, but you have to be patient.”
I shouldn’t be doing this now. I should be explaining to her all the implications of mating with a Psyon. There are things she should know.
Ramifications she has to come to terms with.
“Please,” she whines. “Please fuck me. I need this so bad.”
I’ll tell her about the ramifications later.
“I know, pet,” I murmur softly. “I know you need my cock, don’t you? You need to be all stretched out and filled, don’t you.”
“Yes,” she moans.
Holding her in place, one hand in her hair, the other on her hip, I keep her pressed against the wall as I start to very slowly enter her sweet human channel.
My cock is large, but humans have the ability to stretch quite wide, and as aroused as she is, her pussy is not only wet, but willing to be claimed by my alien rod.
She is tight, she is hot, and she is wet. I go in a fraction of an inch and hold still. Her body has to adjust to me, and I can tell by the suddenly shallow breathing that she is working to stretch enough.
“Easy, pet,” I croon. “You’re being such a good girl for me, taking such a big cock inside you. Do you want a little more?”
“Yes,” she moans again.
I thrust a little deeper, sheathing the whole head of my cock just inside her pussy. I have to maintain a good amount of self-control not to roughly take her. This human pussy is made to be fucked long and hard. I can feel that as she grips me, and her inner muscles try to suck me in deeper.
“There’s a good pet,” I praise her, staying still for another long moment to once again let her pussy get used to being stretched. “You’re taking me so well. You have such a lovely cunt, don’t you, pet?”
She responds to those words with a moan and a rush of fresh desire. My cock is wetter and held tighter than it was before. I slowly push in deeper, for longer.
“I am going to take you all the way,” I tell her. “Keep being good for me, okay? Relax for me.”
* * *
Mara
He talks me through every thrust as he claims me, and it feels like being fucked for the very first time.
The way his cock stretches me is cosmic.
I feel that sense of having no boundaries all over again, like there’s no part of me that isn’t part of him.
The deeper he goes inside me, the more I feel connected, the more I belong to him.
“Such a good pet,” he says, picking me up completely. He holds me suspended on his cock, three or four inches deep. He will never be able to go fully inside me. He is too long for my pussy to take all of it. But he seems to be enjoying fucking me with the tip of his cock.
He lays me down on the bed and puts me atop him, letting me lie down and rest against his massive chest as he continues to work his cock in and out of my body.
I close my eyes and I let him take me. I feel his use of me is a beautiful thing.
This is what they must have meant in the past when they said sex is sacred.
I always thought it was about awkward fumbling, rutting, unsatisfying endings, and a boy who’d pretend to lose interest until the next time his cock got hard.
I reach out and touch him, finding lines of scars here and there among the scales and the muscles. He must have suffered greatly, and he is doing everything in his power to make sure I do not suffer as well. That is a beautiful kindness.
I barely know this alien, but I already know that everything with him will be different. He is so powerful, and so tender at the same time. He insists on keeping me still, giving me exactly what he wants me to have and no more. His control is tender, but absolutely unbreakable.
He picks me up so I am astride him and holds me above his body, thrusting up into me with faster and faster strokes.
His hands are large enough that his thumb can splay out and the pad can press against my clit, giving me everything I need to push me over the edge of the waterfall I’ve been riding since he first put his mouth on me.
Climax comes as forcefully as it is possible to come. I am writhing on him, grinding hard, desperate for all stimulation as I experience pleasure like none I have ever had before. I come on his cock, and I feel his seed filling me up in great amounts that flood me entirely.
“There you are, pet,” he says. “The bond between us is sealed. You are mine, and I am yours.”
I am very tired. I have been through a lot, and there is so much more to come. I can just feel it. I came to the station for a reason, and that reason has not gone anywhere just because I’ve been picked up as Freak’s pet.
“Close your eyes and rest,” he says. “We can talk about what you need later. There is all the time in all the worlds now that we have departed. I doubt anyone could trace us.”
I fall asleep lying on his chest, leaking his cum, his big blue, scaled arms wrapped around me.
This is the safest I have felt in years, or maybe longer.
He has given me the kind of love that feels as though it has gotten into my bones.
I feel it sinking through every part of me.
It’s not like when I come and it’s over and I maybe feel a little sleepy, but otherwise it’s just like all the other times.
This time I feel different. Transformed. Taken.
* * *
Freak
I close my eyes, and I see the inside of the cage that held me for longer than any cage ever should have been able to.
The smooth plastic alloy took the beating of my fists and somehow prevented my ability to realm walk at the same time.
I feel the blades and needles in my skin, and the belts of current that would be run through me if I did not comply.
My heart starts to beat faster, and then my pet moves on my chest and it settles again. The weight of her warmth on my body is very comforting to me. I know that nothing happens for no reason in this universe. My finding her upon my escape was not an accident. She’s meant to be for me.
I stopped believing in goodness when I was in that cage. I stopped believing in the power I wielded. I thought I would never come out of that enclosure, that they would take me apart eventually and I would die.
I was in poor shape when I tore into that internally flooding ship, and I still am, but my pet doesn’t seem to notice. The way she looked at me, she seemed to think that I was completely in control. She gave herself to me, she begged for me. She wanted me, even in this broken state.
And now I feel a lot less broken.
I snug her a little closer as she shifts in her sleep. I won’t be able to sleep until I reach the home realm. I won’t feel completely safe until I am back in that place. Then I will make my report, and we will go to war against those who were foolish enough to try to hold me captive.
* * *
The next morning, a continental breakfast is brought. This is comprised of toast, juice, and a sad croissant with a speck of ham hanging out of it.
“You have a human with you, and they love a croissant,” the steward says as he delivers the tray to the door.
It’s a generous offering, and I accept it in that spirit.
We are soon to realm walk, but I want to spend a little more time on this ship to be entirely sure I have not been followed.
I suspect my enemies are able to detect realm walking signatures, and may even be developing tracking systems. It shouldn’t be possible, but these days all sorts of difficult things are becoming doable.
“Yum,” she says. “Breakfast! I could get used to this!”
She’s damp from the shower, and re-dressed in her spacesuit.
It suits her very well, but I want to get her something prettier.
Shorter, perhaps. A skirt, maybe. I wonder if she’d enjoy such trappings, or if she’d prefer something she could do things with.
A little shuttle, when she is trained and I can trust her not to take off and escape.
“Eat up, pet,” I say.
She frowns a little. “Still on the pet thing?”
“Still on the pet thing?” I sit down across from her. “This is not a thing.”
“You don’t even remember my name, apparently,” she says.
She’s right, but I don’t need to remember her name when I can feel all she is in her mind.
“It’s Mara Bennett,” she says.
“Cute name,” I reply. “Would you like me to use it instead of pet?”
She shakes her head without responding. I can feel her mind. She wants to say yes, but she doesn’t entirely mean it. She likes the way the word pet makes her feel.
I, for the moment, let her think she still has her mind to herself. It won’t be possible to keep that illusion up forever. I’m not good at keeping my abilities secret, and it’s best she knows everything I can do sooner rather than later.
“I like the term pet, Mara, but it is what you are. I am going to keep you confined until I am sure that you have not run away. Humans bond through intimacy, so I am sure that you’ve already started to feel a closeness to me…”
“That’s so calculated!”
“It sounds that way,” I admit, leaning over her, grazing my teeth against the side of her neck. Her soft skin bears a series of small puncture holes where I bit her before. “My desire for you is anything but calculated. It’s pure instinct.”
I watch her shiver, and I breathe in the flush of pheromones released when she hears my words.
“And you want me the same way,” I tell her. “I know you do. You belong to me, pet. You have from the moment I pulled you out of that cracked egg of a ship, dripping wet and wide-eyed and ready to be taken.”
She mumbles into her toast and gives up some of the fight. She doesn’t want to win it anyway. She just can’t accept her place yet. I can feel her confusion, the warring impulses, and the anxiety about the important thing she’s thinking about on a deeper level almost always.
* * *
Mara