“Punish. You,” he intones darkly.
So there is pain. There is pain amid the pleasure, his willingness to use force to get what he wants from me. I knew he was brutal the moment he touched me, but I needed to believe I was saved.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “Punishment will be rare if you are good for me, obey me, do as I please.”
There is a word for what I am. A slave. I am what I was to become regardless of crashes or spaceships. A slave is one step better than parts. I should be grateful, but I cannot muster gratitude, or even relief.
He runs his hand back between my legs and my thoughts fade into the haze of pleasure that begins to overcome me all over again.
* * *
Isu
She is beautiful. She is submitting, for the moment, but I see something else in her eyes, a rebellion of sorts, an uncertainty. I know enough about humans to know that they always rebel eventually. That is why I showed some small amount of harshness. I need her to fear me just enough to forget about rebellion.
I will make her happy. I will fulfill her needs. She is already writhing on my hand, her wet sex coating my skin with her human desire. I love the smell of her, the desperate little cries she makes. I haven’t even begun to use her body, to show her what she is carnally capable of.
Pulling my finger slowly free, I put it to her mouth. “Suck.”
She does as she is told, her lips puckering around my digit, her soft tongue lapping at me. I can’t wait to feel that mouth wrapped around my cock. She is going to give me everything I want. She is going to give me everything I need.
* * *
Aspel
I suck on his finger obediently. There is a faint taste of fire, something salty and slightly charred. It is not unpleasant. The act of sucking does something to me deep in my belly, right above the place between my thighs.
I want him to take me. I want his big alien cock inside me. It is a matter of instinct, there’s no thought involved. I don’t care what happens after we do this. All I care about is the meeting of bodies, the intense need that pulses between my legs and controls everything.
“Good little human,” he praises me. I like hearing the warmth in his voice. His approval washes through me, makes me want him all the more.
But he is in no hurry to take me. He keeps teasing me, touching me between my thighs, pinching my clit between those fingers of his that heat and cool at will. Sometimes his touch is no warmer than my own body heat. Other times it flares hotter still, like now that my clit is trapped between his fingers, growing warmer by the second, sending that heat deep into the core of me where my body responds with a gushing liquid need.
Master Isu is a creature of total command. I hear myself whimper. I feel my hips rising and falling at his will. I want him more than I have ever wanted anything in my existence. He is bringing forth needs that leave me whimpering and whining, my body making involuntary movements of invitation that he accepts, sliding a hard finger inside my wet sex. There is a momentary sting of pain in which something I never cared to know about is lost and then he goes deeper, shows me what it is to be filled as a human, gives me what I need.
“I will put my flesh inside you, Aspel. You will feel me from the inside. Is that what you want? What you most crave?”
“Yes…” I whisper, arching my body up to meet him. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Isu always asks me if I want what is going to happen, and then when it happens it is always more than I thought it would be. Is it too soon to be thinking of him in terms of always? Perhaps, but in this moment, it feels as though I have been with him forever.
He draws back and unleashes the monster between his legs upon me, the thick throbbing member that has a life and a will of its own. I feel the heat against the wetness of my sex, warming me before he puts his massive hands on either side of my head, pinning my wrists to the bed.
I don’t know why he is restraining me, not until his hips glide forward and that monster enters me, his thick cock splitting me open, my tender virginal walls struggling to spread with him, but having no choice in the matter.
“You are mine now, Aspel,” he murmurs down at me, holding his burning hot cock inside my squirming sex. “I have named you and I have fucked you, and you are mine.”