“I’m going to fucking come,” I gasp.
He lets out an expression of disbelief. “You’re absolutely incorrigible.”
“You're hot,” I counter. He can’t be mad at me for that — and he isn’t.
“Bad little human,” he lectures, pulling out of my pussy before I can climax. “It seems to make my point, I must debase you further.”
Does he know that his words make my clit tingle? That I don’t need his cock to come? His words and energy alone are enough to nearly tip me over the edge.
Then he is back, and this time his dripping cock is not aimed at my pussy. This time it has dropped a fraction and is aiming at a completely different hole. I feel the head of his cock pressing against my ass. I am tight there, and the only lubricant in play is the slick fluid that has dripped from my pussy and his own alien discharge.
“Gruff,” I say. “That’s not made for…. Oh my god!”
He is pressing forward inexorably, the particular flare of the head of his cock aiding his way into the tight space between my cheeks. I have never allowed anybody to fuck me there before. I don’t know if I am technically allowing him now, though I suppose he is not holding onto me anymore. I am the one spreading my legs. I am the one staying in place. I am the one being slowly stretched in an entirely new way by an alien who is trying his best not to debase me, as he says, but to teach me.
Gruff’s hands open my shirt and settle on my breasts. He cups them, thumbing my nipples as the head of his cock makes a quarter inch at a time invasion into the darkness of my body. This is filthy. This is wrong. This is hot.
I hear a whimper escaping my lips. I am wincing and squirming, struggling to take him there. He draws out and I moan briefly before groaning as he renews his efforts. He is fucking my ass, but it is not happening swiftly or easily. It is taking a lot of time, and every passing second is hotter, tighter, and more filled with sensation than the last. I buck and let out a cry of surprise when he pinches my clit, a bolt of sensation rushing from my genitals to my spine, to my mind, and then radiating out across my body. It takes me a shocked second to realize that I just came with his cock in my ass.
“You,” Gruff says. “Are an absolute little animal.”
His cock has yet to fully penetrate my ass, but the previous fucking has left my pussy creaming and the orgasm he just gave me is still making my nervous system sing. I feel a tingling in my fingers and toes as he draws slowly out of the tight hole.
“I try to punish you, and all you do is orgasm,” he says. “Is all your species so masochistic?”
“I don’t know,” I pant. I’m coming into a fuller awareness of how I actually feel. The build up to the orgasm masked a lot of those sensations. Now I feel the ache in my ass, and the ravaged tightness of my pussy, not to mention the stretch and sting of my tight anal hole. He has worked me over, and I do feel that punishment.
“Turn over,” he says.
“Why? What are you going to do?”
“Turn. Over.”
I do as I am told with no small amount of trepidation. I am so much more sensitive now that my orgasm has come and gone. If he keeps disciplining me, I might end up behaving myself — and that will not do.
I hear a cork pop, and then I feel a warm, slick, viscous liquid drizzling down the crack of my spanked ass. He’s lubing me up because he’s not done fucking my ass.
“The bucks in the wild will not use lubricant,” he says. “And they will not limit themselves to your pussy. They’ll take every hole you have, over and over, time and time again. They can mate over fifty times a day. We are bred by nature to be able to mate an entire group of females alone. Do you know what that means for you, Jem? It means one buck alone can use each of your holes a dozen times or more before he tires of fucking you.”
He demonstrates his point by sliding back into my ass, his big hands on my hot cheeks, spreading them wide to help his cock claim me properly. I am stuck on the bed, bent over like the bad girl he makes me feel, and I am being firmly fucked in the ass by this stern alien who is not going to let me get away with anything.
I find myself drooling against the coverlet, moaning and arching my back, taking my fucking because I have no choice but to be taken. The lubricant has made it so much easier for his cock to delve deep inside me, for his flesh to go all the way inside mine.
He pins me down by the back of the neck and he fucks me to his own climax, using me for his pleasure, putting me in the place I would be if I ran into a wild buck but with just a little extra care. The rutting finally makes the point he was trying to make all along, a point I didn’t need to be made intellectually, but feel very different about physically. I am the kind of weak that cannot help but be dominated when I cross a buck’s path. I knew that already. What I hadn’t really considered was how much of a kind gentleman Gruff has been to me up until this point. He could have fucked me all day, every day we’ve been together and never have tired of it. I could have been ravaged to a filthy dripping state multiple times a day. Part of me wishes he would treat me that way. I don’t have to be a person when I am his human fuck toy. I don’t have to strive for freedom and for vengeance if I am stuck like this, an accessory to his cock.
He pulls out of my tight hole with a final grunt and gives my ass one final slap.
“You stay there,” he says. “Stay bent over the bed, dripping my seed, and think about what you have done, and what you were trying to do. Move, and I will use a leather lash on you.”
I don’t think he’s playing, and I don’t have the nerve to test him right now. He’s taken me to a point of surrender, if not quite submission.
* * *
Ido as I am told. I stay where he told me to stay. I let him have the satisfaction of having had an impact on me. And I ache. And I feel a certain kind of guilt that only sinks in after orgasm. The guilt that asks me what the hell I was thinking. I was so desperate to fulfill what I thought was my mission I was ready to go murder my way across an alien landscape, not to be free, but to show everyone that I cannot be kept down.
Here. Now. In Gruff’s cozy home, shamed and stripped, and spanked and fucked, I feel a kind of peace I haven’t felt before. I’ve tasted it before, from time to time. It’s what lives on the other side of my taste for gleeful disobedience. But every time I indulged that on Earth, I only ended up pushing people away. They started to hate me after a time, and they must have hated me to send me so far away to such a terrible place with so little protection. I pushed and I pushed, I railed and I disobeyed until finally someone somewhere in this big universe finally taught me a lesson.
It is not that uncomfortable where I am. I find my eyelids getting heavy. I am emotionally and physically exhausted. I was tired from my journey to my dome, and then Gruff whipped every last bit of brat energy out of me.