Chapter 12 #2
I feel his sharp teeth running over my neck, the sensation triggering intense goosebumps. If he bit down, there would be rivers of blood, but he does not want to destroy me. He wants to use me. He wants my bare pussy to be vessel to his seed.
“Take it,” he commands. “Come on my cock.”
I think there’s no way I can come this quickly. He has only just entered me. But he arches back and pinches my clit hard between his fingers, matching that with a firm grip on my breast and rough, jerking motions of his hips that make my entire body jolt and dance on his cock.
To my surprise, I find myself thrown into a rough orgasm almost immediately, one that is matched by his own climax. I feel him spilling himself inside me, driving his cock deep so that his cum doesn’t have to go far to find my fertile womb.
Holy fuck, did he just… was that? I am astounded by the notion I could have just been bred that quickly and efficiently.
But he is not done with me. His hair flows in a rich cascade in the moonlights as he draws his glistening cock out of me just to the tip, lets out a rough animal sound, and prepares to do it all over again.
“You shouldn’t be doing this,” I whisper to him.
He grins wickedly, and thrusts deep back inside me.
I hear him whisper, “I know.”
Then I hear nothing besides the sound of my pussy being fucked again, bred again.
Kronos is like a beast untamed. I have known him in many ways, but the continual forgetting, the frequent vast stretches of isolation have meant I never really knew him.
Not like I am coming to know him now. Not as I am seeing him in this moment, a ruthless conquering alien force who will take me no matter what.
He comes inside me again. My inner walls grip his cock with a sort of organic desperation, milking him deep.
As he pulls free again, I feel a mixture of desire and need.
I haven’t come yet, but this isn’t about my pleasure.
This is about my breeding. My clit tingles at the mere thought of that, but I still haven’t come. I haven’t…
“Fuck!” I curse at the top of my lungs as he rubs the head of his cock against my clit, pressing firmly with enough pressure and lubrication to demand that my body contract with pleasure and draw all that cum even deeper inside me.
“Good girl,” he praises. “You’ve taken me so well so far, just a little more…”
“More? You already fucked me twice,” I say.
He laid me down and just started rutting me, and that has left an ache inside my body that I cannot deny. My aching pussy and my tingling clit make me squirm.
“Stay still,” he says, putting one hand on my hip. “You’re not done, little pet.”
“What?” I whimper the question as he slides his hips back and presses the head of his cock back to my pussy, which now feels soaked. There’s no resistance as he pushes back in, but that doesn’t mean it is easy.
“You’re a breeding pet now,” he tells me. “This is what’s going to be happening to you day after day.”
“It’s sore,” I protest as he strokes back inside my semen-filled pussy yet again.
“Is it, baby? Shhh. You can take it for me, can’t you…”
“No,” I whine.
But I do take it. I take every thrust he gives me.
They are slower now, but no less hard. He is driving his seed inside me over and over again, ensuring no part of my pussy is left undrenched.
I have so much of him inside me it feels as though I must already have been bred.
How could my body resist his will, and the invading force of his flesh?
I am barely coherent, let alone conscious by the time he is done with me. He has fucked me over and over, so many times I lost count. A human man can come once, maybe twice. Kronos is not human. He is very alien, and he has given me every drop he has.
He carries me back to the ship in his arms, cradling me as if I am something precious and broken. He does not ask me if I am okay. I wouldn’t be able to respond anyway. I have had every semblance of sentience fucked out of me. I have been reduced to an animal.
He takes me to my bedroom and lays me down in my blanket nest. As he turns to leave, two large alien shadows darken the door.
I watch what happens next with a kind of exhausted indifference at first. I feel slightly outside myself, as if nothing that is happening is really taking place.
Hard to explain to anybody who has not felt it, but it is as though reality is a movie that I just happen to be stuck inside.
“Where have you been?” Sharp asks the question in a relatively well modulated tone. Boss is already far less calm. He stamps his hoof and snorts loudly enough to rouse me from the sleep my body desperately wants me to fall into.
“Under the moons,” Kronos says.
“Doing what?”
“You know what,” Kronos replies. His voice is hoarse and tired, but even I can detect the clear smugness in it. He is very pleased with himself and very proud, too. There is not a hint of remorse for his actions.
“So you bred her. Without consulting us…” Sharp begins to say.
“I don’t need your permission to fuck,” Kronos says. “I’m going to sleep.”
He pushes past the both of them and I hear him collapse on the couch out in the lounge. It makes a familiar creaking that it only ever emits when someone with the bulk of a barbarian alien suddenly puts their full weight on it.
Sharp comes to me, pulls back my robes and looks down at me. “By all the stars,” he says. “You have been ravaged.”
I look down and see the smears of cum on my belly, tangling in my pubic hair, even still coating my thighs.
There is enough of it that it is yet to dry.
And then, when I sit up a little to see what is causing his expression to be so serious, I see how red and swollen my lower lips are.
It looks like I have been fucked for hours.
I look into Sharp’s alien gaze, and see a cold, reptilian anger there.
“Are you mad at me?” I quaver the question.
“No, sweetheart,” Sharp says. “You look sore. Did he hurt you?”
Boss turns on his heel with a huff and is gone before I can answer the question.
“No,” I say. “It didn’t hurt. It felt… good.”
“You have always been a little masochist,” Sharp says, his tone very carefully moderated.
He is furious, but he doesn’t want me to pick up on it.
Unfortunately, the scales on the back of his neck are very slightly raised, as are the ones around his eyes and the ones on his…
actually all of them. He’s like a dog with his hackles up.
Bam! Blam! Crash!
I hear the sounds of a fight coming from another part of the ship. The lounge, specifically, which sounds like it is being demolished by two aliens using one another as flesh wrecking balls.
“What’s happening?” I sit up, concerned.
“Nothing you need to worry about,” Sharp says soothingly. He is somewhat overshadowed by bellowing.
“She’s not yours!”
My stomach clenches. The happy, silly, dreamy sex state fades, leaving me cold and even shivering as adrenaline crashes through my body. I do not like the sound of conflict. I do not enjoy my mates being aggressive to each other.
They’ve never fought over me before. Ever. But now that there’s this breeding thing at hand, they’re like animals. Aggressive, jealous, selfish. They want their seed inside me so badly they’ll do anything.
I get up.
Sharp pushes me back down on the bed.
“Don’t get in the middle of it,” he says. “They need to sort this out between themselves.”
Like fuck they do.
I feel a surge of anger at being made to feel helpless. I’m not going to let them act this way. They might be allegedly dominant, but that doesn’t mean they get to do just anything.
There’s a roar of rage from the lounge. Sharp turns toward it.
While he is distracted, I snatch his sword from his belt and run to the lounge.
It’s only a matter of steps to get there, and I have activated the weapon on the way.
He doesn’t risk grabbing for it now, knowing it could easily cost him a hand or an arm.
He might be pissed at me about this later, but right now I have to put an end to all of this.
Kronos and Boss are locked in combat on the floor, rolling around like a couple of wrestlers. I jump up on them, using them as my footing and shout at the top of my lungs.
“Enough!”
I stand over my bloodied mates, the tip of the sword hovering between them. If I get a spasm in my arm right now, someone dies.
They look up at me. I can see the fury in Boss’ eyes.
His rage is what started this fight. Kronos is trying to hold his own, but he’s exhausted from the marathon fuck session we just engaged in.
The same one that makes me ache even as I stand here in my grass-stained nightgown, still sticky with his seed.
“I told you to stop,” I say, my voice surprisingly controlled, even to me. “I meant stop.”
“Pet, give me back the sword,” Sharp says. “Carefully.”
“In a minute,” I reply. “I want to get a few things straight. I might be your pet, but I’m not a helpless stupid animal.”
“Nobody said you were stupid,” Boss grunts.
He’s been trying to gore Kronos with his horns.
I can see a few long scratches on the barbarian, and Boss’ horns are tipped with blood.
He’s absolutely savage when he wants to be.
My stomach does that horrible flippy clenching thing again as I realize he might actually kill Kronos over this.
“You don’t fight over me,” I tell them. “You fight for me.”
“What do you mean?” Kronos grunts, pushing Boss away from him so his horns don’t penetrate his chest.
I kick Boss in the shoulder. Not hard. Hard enough to get his attention. “Get off him,” I say. “And do it slowly, or I’ll use this on you. I hate this. I hate what you’re doing.”
My voice trembles with enough emotion that I at least come across as unstable, which is useful on this occasion. Nobody wants to mess with an emotional woman holding an atomic sword.
“Get. Off. Him,” I snap, when Boss doesn’t move quickly enough for my liking.
Boss shifts a little. They’re both still beneath me. I have a foot on each of them. But the conflict is at an end, and they both look a little ashamed, if I am reading them correctly.
“Don’t ever do this again,” I growl down at them. “I hate it. It makes me want to cry. Is this why you followed me around the galaxy all this time? So you could be the first to knock me up? Is that all I am to you?”
Now they really look ashamed.
“Pet…”
“Shut up,” I snap at Kronos. “I didn’t ask you to talk.”
“You did ask us a question,” Boss has the nerve to point out.
“It was rhetorical,” I say.
They stop talking and just look at me. It’s almost cute, these two massive aliens who are absolutely charged with uncontrollable lust for me, now looking as if they’ve been smacked on the hand for their misbehavior.
“Don’t get used to this,” Sharp purrs behind me.
“Used to what?”
“I can see your little dominant glee,” he says, his tone warm. “But it’s not going to be the way things are around here. The second I get my sword back from you, you and I are going to have a reckoning.”
“I don’t care. It was worth it to stop this stupid fight,” I say, doubling down on my misbehavior.
“We have things we need to talk about anyway. Like the fact that I’m not giving up my main mission just because I have my memories back.
Humans and aliens are still going to try to traffic the wild caught women.
I’m going to keep doing my best to save them at all costs.
Maybe I’ll have babies and maybe I fucking won’t, but if you ever fight like this again, I won’t warn you.
I’ll take something from you that will have to be surgically reattached. ”
All three of my mates are staring at me.
“What?” I laugh. “Did you think you were in charge? You all want me. You all chased me. You need me. If you’re fucking me, it’s because I let you. If I have a baby for any of you, it’s because I want to. None of you are in charge. I am. I always have been.”
They snort and look at one another. They’re not taking me seriously. They’re not moving much either, because they know that getting up suddenly could cause me to slash a strategic bit right out of them. Sharp’s sword is the kind of weapon that engenders respect no matter who holds it.
“Alright, pet, we understand. You don’t want us to fight over you,” Boss says. “But this was between Kronos and me. It’s not entirely about you. It’s about…”
“Dick measuring? Sharp wins. He’s got two of them.”
Sharp chuckles behind me.
“I don’t want you thinking that you own me. I might be your pet, but I own you. All of you. I chose you. I came for you when they were coming for you. So I’m in charge. Get it?”
Before they can tell me what I want to hear, Sharp takes the risk of wrapping an arm around my waist, grabbing my hand and lifting me up and away from the other two. He powers the sword down, returns it to his belt, and pulls me into a tight hug.
“You’re adorable,” he says. “And you are in so much trouble.”
Boss and Kronos get up. Now I am surrounded by large alien males, two of whom I just threatened with all sorts of horrible things.
“I shouldn’t have taken her off on my own, I guess,” Kronos says. “There’s never been any agreement against it. There’s a simple solution to this disagreement anyway. You can just fuck her as well. Breed her like I did. Let our seed determine which of us breeds her first.”
“You exhausted her past the point of being able to take any more,” Sharp says, stroking my hair. I press close to him. I know he’s going to punish me for the whole sword thing, but not right now. Right now he knows I am still sore from the relentless ravaging Kronos put me through.
“If she’s got the energy to come and try to dominate us, she’s got enough energy to take your cocks,” Kronos says.
“You are in trouble now, aren’t you, pet,” Sharp murmurs in my ear. “Can you take any more? Or are you broken and taken to your limit?”
I respond with a whimper, and nothing more.
“Let her sleep tonight,” Boss says. “Tomorrow we will breed her.”