Chapter Seven Evaluation
Chapter Seven
Evaluation
Malcolm
He couldn’t remember ever feeling such a powerful pull from a female, a compulsion to be close to her that was as novel as it was irresistible.
It was her life force. It called to him, to possess it, to drown in it.
To make it his.
It had his cock standing up even in the presence of the machines they’d sent down from their vessel, high up in the sky. He’d allowed them, as long as they didn’t hurt any of those who lived on the planet, as long as they refrained from despoiling the landscape.
In fact, he’d come to be fascinated by them, those strange machines. At each hand-over of the offering from the matakee-ra, he welcomed the watchers’ presence, even as they hovered in the forest in a vain attempt to remain concealed from him.
He couldn’t help but wonder what it was about the ceremony, the ritual that so interested those machines. He let them be, anyway, content to leave them in peace as long as they granted him the same kindness.
But it was at the last offering—the girl with the plump breasts and the keen eagerness to serve—that he’d first felt that strange pull.
The same one he felt now… only a million times magnified.
It had him terribly aroused as he’d watched them prepare their offering—something he rarely indulged in. The need though… it had gone with the following day.
As had the watchers.
It left him only to wonder, that missing piece an ache once more that might never be healed.
When the human ship had arrived in orbit though, it all came flooding back again, the nervous energy of it vibrating through the core of him, his need firing hotter than he’d ever experienced in all the years of his existence.
It couldn’t be—he’d despaired of ever finding it—but something about the visceral need evoked within him compelled him to act on it.
It was something he had to investigate further.
Now, as he descended into the offering pool, he was pleased with the matakee-ra for providing him with such a succulent offering. She still slumbered, as they often did, the lyssana moss having a sedative effect on all who came in contact with it.
Her body was curvier than any of the matakee females, with large, round breasts—and she was significantly taller. Her coloring was also all wrong, a sort of blush pink that marked this one as something entirely different from the delicately pale matakee females.
This is no mere matakee female—as luscious and enjoyable as they were. This specimen was something else entirely.
It was one of the humans!
The vines holding her fast twitched and quivered now and then, their clutch of her generous curves almost… jealous.
Possessive.
He sympathized with them completely.
The female—clearly a young adult woman—stirred, her plump rose lips moving soundlessly, her head turning this way and that as much as the webbing of vines entwined in her long, dark hair allowed.
He moved out of her field of vision, in case she should wake. It wasn’t time for that yet, her meeting with him something that would be delayed, so that the anticipation of that sweet moment could be savored all the more.
As she laid there asleep, he evaluated her, judging her fitness for breeding—even though he’d never seriously considered any past offerings for such a thing.
This one was different. So different in ways even he didn’t quite understand yet.
He would find out though. He intended to go to great lengths to learn everything about this gorgeous specimen.
Her hips looked broad, though it wasn’t as easy to tell in her current position. The generous breasts, the trim waist, the lush thighs, the lustrous hair and skin. She had all the markers for a female who could possibly breed.
There was no way of knowing if she was actually fertile with him though.
The vines began to twine about her form once more, as if they were trying to decide what to do next. He’d let them have their fun with her.
He wasn’t cruel—at least not with them.
Chancing moving closer again to get a better view, he examined her while she still slept, touching her soft, smooth flesh everywhere. He vowed to learn everything about this female—inside and out—whether she was ready for it or not.
In the past, he’d only fucked the offerings, then released them, his energies rejuvenated.
It was mere replenishment, a renewal of his life force, his periodic ruttings with the lovely matakees.
The females set free once his needs had been met, each coupling was a mere interlude, a temporary rendezvous. And never anything more.
It was sweet, but ultimately… something was missing. He’d long ago resigned himself to the possibility that there might not ever be anything else.
With this human though, possibilities emerged. With her, with the undeniable power of his link to this female, he intended to indulge and satisfy deeper needs, ones that the simple matakees weren’t capable of helping him realize, their life forces much too dim for his requirements.
But this human girl… her life force positively blazed.
Examining her more closely, she was indeed quite wide of hip, with heavy, dense breasts. He intended to see how those breasts held up under punishment, and how they felt wrapped around his cock.
Her lips were very generous, and he anticipated the many delights they might provide as well, intending to make those the chief form of service she would be allowed to provide him with until she proved inclined to obey him, to show a willingness to yield.
Appearing very responsive, her sex was already swollen, the lips a dusky hue he couldn’t help tracing with a finger.
She was clearly already reacting to the stimulation provided by the vines digging deeply into her cleft.
The stimulant effect of the lyssana would no doubt be helping that arousal blossom still further, even in her state of twilight consciousness.
He longed to see what her bottom looked like, if she would take to spanking the way he hoped—and if she would respond to it still more when spanking was used to discipline her.
Soon.
She began to stir slightly as the vines played upon her body once more, this time appearing intent on things much bolder than merely tying her down.
He pulled away, moving out of her field of vision once more, content to watch now.
The scent of the moss was both a sedative and a mild stimulant that markedly increased nascent arousal in females, its potency increasing depending upon the innate sex drive of the female subjected to it.
The stimulant effect would make her more amenable to sexual use and exploration—and ensured she would enjoy it, even if her mind protested against it.
The vines formed into specialized shapes then; one rising above her, morphing into a smooth, dark wooden phallus. Other vines drew her legs up and further apart, until the thick tendons at her join stood out starkly.
She murmured softly, but remained slumbering.
The vine bisecting her sex pulled away, other tinier tendrils easing her fleshy—and clearly wet—labia apart.
The phallus introduced itself into her sex slowly, then held in place.
It expanded ever so slowly, and he knew it would also be lengthening significantly, testing the depth and girth potential of her sex.
It expanded until her thighs tightened, quivering a little.
She gave out a lost moan, her mouth falling open.
Then the phallus withdrew, its surface glistening with the thick, wet evidence of a vagina well-readied for vigorous use.
He was most gratified by the final length and width of the phallus, suggesting that he would be able to fuck her at full arousal, despite their differences in stature—and the dimensions of his erect penis.
Her sex would soon be getting a very vigorous fucking indeed.
It wouldn’t be easy for her though. He had no intention of ever making it easy on her.
The thought had his cock rearing still higher, the tip dripping a thick, bright drop of liquid as he watched her.
More vines lifted the human’s hips clear of the moss, and yawned the plump buttocks apart, exposing a tight, adorable anus to his view. The phallus molded itself into a slightly slimmer shape, but retained its extended length, then pressed itself to the brown whorl.
She let out a long shuddering sigh as it pushed ever deeper, her little anus expanding as the stouter end of the phallus forced its way through her sphincter.
Then it was fully ensconced, and it visibly thickened inside that opening as well, testing her potential for taking an even larger member in that snug passage.
She was breathing faster, her mouth continuously hanging open, before her legs tightened once again. Surprisingly, she remained deep in her slumber.
As the phallus withdrew from her anus, her tender opening gaped for the slightest moment, then closed tightly, squeezing. He looked forward to making that same entrance stretch very wide around his cock, to watching that gape yawn open as he pulled the broad head from her.
Watching a female’s sorely used anus struggle futilely to close immediately after a vigorous fucking of her bottom was one of the sights he savored most of all.
Some of the flower petals of the garland enlarged and thickened, forming into broad surfaces that firmly grasped her breasts.
As other vines squeezed them at the base, offering them, the heavy globes were slapped, whipped.
Other smaller purple petals pinched and pulled the now hardened light pink nipples.
He was pleased, knowing such breasts would produce copious milk once she’d been bred properly.
If, that is, she could conceive.
But that was getting way ahead of all he had planned for her in the intervening time.
There would be plenty of opportunity to explore that delicious subject at length.
He was unable to see the full shape of her bottom yet, and the vines did not oblige him by turning her over, choosing to leave her bound fast to the rock face instead.
Still more tendrils and vines splayed her vaginal lips apart, drawing the clitoral hood up and down rhythmically, until the woman’s hips began to move. Finally it was drawn completely back, exposing the tiny nodule, swollen and glistening brightly.
It was a long while until finally the vines were finished with her, leaving the captive woman’s sex red, swollen, and very, very wet. Her nipples stood up hard and desperate, her mouth pouting as she panted in her sleep, her face flushed, lips plump.
Sweat covered her body, as if she’d been brought nearly to climax, then mercilessly held at that precipice while she slumbered.
The vines retracted somewhat, reverting to their original forms, though the tendrils wrapped tightly about her breasts remained, the thicker vine hugging her across the nipples again, making the flesh bulge around it as it cinched back into place, as if it longed to embrace her fetching bosom once more.
The thick, rough vine returned to its place at her cleft, sinking in deeply there too, the lips of her sex splaying to the side as it harshly gripped her right at the join of her sex, parting the delta of dark pubic hair down the middle of her prominent mons.
Such an intimate hold was wholly unnecessary in actually securing the slumbering captive in place, but he knew that was entirely beside the point.
Much to his satisfaction.
That was yet another realm he would explore fully with the fascinating human female.
First, she had to be broken. Initially, this would be via fucking, and rough use of all of her bodily orifices.
But it was within the mind where true breaking really took place, and that took time, along with relentless, sustained effort and training.
Especially for a species as intelligent as humans.
He had no real idea if she would be fertile with his seed, but there was only one way to find out.
Breeding assisted greatly in the breaking process, and he could hardly wait to introduce her to it.
Once she was broken in, he knew he would be mounting her almost constantly.
A body like hers was impossible for him to resist, just the thought of it making his cock throb with an intensity that bordered on actual pain.
He would make full use of her body, bending her utterly to his will, to his lusts, and transforming her into a pet, a vessel into which he could pour his desires, no matter how dark and intense they might be.
But in his world, none of his needs were twisted, and she would come to learn that she would be expected to serve him in any way he demanded—whether she wanted to or not.
In truth, he hoped she’d fight it, at least at the beginning, knowing that breaking a defiant female of her will to fight made the conquering of her will all the sweeter—and her life force all the brighter.
If he were very lucky, he would mold her into the creature he thought he’d never find, the pull of her life force seeming to grow still stronger at the thought.
She would provide. She would yield. She would sacrifice. She would pleasure and service.
He almost didn’t dare consider if she could possibly be the one that he’d pined for all this time.
The one who would bear his children. The one meant to bend for him and kneel at his feet. The one who would give everything to him, surrender even her life force to his needs, his lusts, and his love.
His mate.