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“Oh, gods, don’t stop! Please please please...” I babbled mindlessly, lost in a dangerous universe filled with erotic sensations I’d never felt before.

“Please, Master,” he reminded me, running a fingertip over the dripping folds of my pussy. Tantalizing, tormenting.

“Please, Master,” I repeated, half out of my mind.

He shoved his hand between my legs and rammed three fingers inside me. I screamed... and shattered. Panting and shuddering as wave after wave poured over me.

He made a harsh sound, deep in his throat, and rolled me onto my back. Sliced through the bonds around my ankles, ripped off my pants, and shoved my legs apart.

When he pulled out his cock and rammed it balls-deep inside me, my pussy clenched around it.

I’d never been fucked like that. Savage, brutal. No murmured words of love, no soft caresses. Only raw lust, his fierce hunger stoking my own. That first orgasm his fingers tore from my body, the most intense I’d ever experienced, sparked a wildfire. Every thrust of his cock slammed my stinging ass against the floor of the cave, like a fresh whack from his rough palm. Pinned beneath the steel of his body with my hands bound, I was helpless to resist. I rode the crest of the pain, letting it take me to a dark place I’d never been before. A place with no boundaries, no rules. A black hole in the cosmos where agony entwined with bliss.

His cock, hot and thick and iron-hard, pounded into me. Overriding my mind and taking control of my body. Demanding my submission.

Maybe calling him Master had acted as a trigger. Maybe the ultimate reaction to fear isn’t ‘fight or flight’ but ‘fight or fuck.’ Maybe the primeval part of my brain responded to death with a compelling need to feast on the essence of life itself. I probably could have come up with a thousand reasons to justify to myself why I did what I did. But all the psychological theories, all the fancy terms, couldn’t hide the truth.

I didn’t even know the alien’s name, but at that moment, I wanted everything I got from him. I wanted the stinging spanks, awakening dark desires inside me, then punishing me for them. I wanted his fingers stroking my pussy, invading it, building the fever until it raged. I wanted to wipe everything that had happened out of my mind. I wanted, Ineededto get fucked.

When he started pumping in and out, I met every thrust. I was a wanton slut, digging my heels into the dirt, grinding my hips against him. He growled, rumbling like a wild beast, and grabbed the cheeks of my ass, holding me in place while he fucked me fast and hard. His mastery thrilled me, getting me even hotter, and I squeezed tight around the thick hot shaft. His body tensed, then I felt the head of his cock pulsing. Hot jets of cum drenched my inner walls in rhythmic spurts.

I exploded. Mindless and frantic, driven to another shameful climax. Wordless cries echoed off the stone walls of the cave. It wasn’t until I collapsed beneath him, gasping for breath, my throat raw, that I realized the wild screams had come from me.

He lifted himself off my body, supporting his weight on his elbows, and I took a deep breath. My breasts were slick with his sweat. The scent of it filled my lungs—earthy, masculine, virile. My heart thudded against the corded muscles in his chest.

I could feel him staring down at me, and finally turned my head to look at him.

“Master,” he said.

I gazed into his eyes. Piercing, brilliant blue. I imagined him ripping away the walls I’d built around me the way he’d ripped off my shirt. Baring my soul as easily as he’d bared my body.

When we first came to this world I’d hidden in the underbrush and watched a wild creature, some kind of huge jungle cat, out hunting. The creature cornered its prey, then stared it down, unblinking, conquering it with a piercing gaze before pouncing and devouring it.

I’d wondered at the time why the animal didn’t try to run away. Didn’t put up a fight. Now I understood.

“Master,” I repeated, compelled by the sheer force of his will.

Gods help me.






Chapter Five

Kaal

I wasn’t fool enough to think she’d be conquered so easily.


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