Sunsets on this planet are astonishing. On Earth, they pass in a matter of minutes. On Capricorn, they linger for hours. We are bathed in a slowly changing series of reds, oranges, and yellows slowly melding into a blue purple twilight.
I fill my belly with the best meal I have had in a very long time. There is a richness and a love to it that I can taste with every bite. The bread is soft and rich, and the butter is light and pleasantly flavored. I can taste a faint familiarity in the stew. Potatoes, pumpkins, parsnip, celery, carrot… and then other vegetables my earthly buds have never encountered before.
“Thank you,” I say, genuinely grateful. “That was absolutely amazing. Let me clean up. I need to do something to pay you back for all this hospitality.”
Funny how the difference between abduction and hospitality is a good meal, or at least, it feels like it is.
“Thank you,” he says. “I’ll help you.”
And that is how I end up hip to hip with a horned alien. Gruff is kind enough to find me a box I can use as a step that helps me get up to the sink. Everything in this house is built very slightly over-scale, making me ever so slightly small.
I wash, and he dries. It does not take long to finish up, and I feel a little sorry for that. I’ve never enjoyed menial tasks, but I barely notice we are doing housework while I am with him.
My mind drifts back to the first time we were together. We were like animals. Now we are more like people.
“Would you like to rest?” He turns to me. “You look a little tired.”
I am tired. My belly is full, and my body is clean, and I have had a very, very long and eventful day.
“I can sleep on the cushions,” I tell him.
“You are welcome to sleep in the bed. As you saw, it is more than big enough for the both of us.”
“Maybe. But I don’t think I should sleep in your bed.”
Grinch gives me a smirking grin. “And why is that?”
“Because it might feed into your delusion that I belong to you. I appreciate you looking out for me, but I belong to myself, and I have a mission here that I can’t just quit because there are horny bucks everywhere.”
Gruff
There are horny bucks everywhere. There is one in this very room. And there is also a human who needs to be taught in no uncertain manner that she does indeed belong to me. My scent, my possession, those are the only two things that will keep her truly safe on this world.
I pick her up and throw her down on the bed. The first time we mated she was already soaked with need. She was in the wilds of the forest stinking of unfulfilled female. Now she smells like me, but not enough. The bath has washed away so much of my scent she has forgotten.
“Fuck, you smell good,” she moans as I come down atop her, pinning her in place. She’s responding to my need for her, my scent becoming richer and more potent. She drives me mad with lust, but I have to do more than fuck her. I have to teach her a lesson.
She lets out a surprised cry when I flip her over onto her stomach and throw up the little fabric that stood in my way. She is soft and warm, adorably bathed, and very fuckable. Her lack of pelt is not as strange as I thought it might be when I first decided she would be mine. It is quite charming to have everything bare to my gaze, every bit of quivering flesh quite obviously displayed.
“What are you doing?”
“Making something clear,” I tell her. “It is no delusion that you belong to me. It is fact.”
“No, Gruff…”
We are not going to argue about this. At least, not for long.
“You. Are. Mine.” I spank every word into her ass. “Repeat it back to me, Jem.”
“No!”
“You. Are. Mine.” Three more large, red handprints appear on her skin. She is resistant and stubborn, but so is nearly every single member of my species. This behavior of hers does not surprise me. I know how to overcome resistance.
“I am not!”
“You. Are. Mine. And. I. Can. Spank. You. All. Day. Long.” Eleven slaps land on her insolent ass, every single one of them turning her a slightly deeper and more intense shade of red.
She responds with a ferocious series of curses that even the universal translator has some difficulty working with. I understand the intent, though. She is trying to hold onto rebellion, but she doesn’t want to, not really. If she wanted to stay rebellious, she’d say what I want to hear without really meaning it. Instead, she’s fighting with herself, losing a battle with her own human will.