“Come out, human meat. Come out and be fucked.”
“No, thank you,” I say, arming the exterior defenses. This dome might look flimsy, and that’s because it is, but there are some tricks.
There’s a howl as the creature outside puts his hands on the dome in an attempt to break his way in. Strumpet has gotten to her feet now, and she is not happy about being disturbed. She’s chewing her cud with a very concerned and annoyed expression.
“I’LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!”
I laugh. Asshole male traits are universal. Overly aggressive approach, horror and confused dismay at being rejected, followed by renewed threats. I think I am about to shoot my first alien.
I throw the door open, weapon raised, but before I can fire, the aggressive male at my door is sent flying by Gruff’s big horns coming at him like a massive, angry alien missile, head down, horns ready.
The wild buck is knocked away, but he’s clearly built to take more than one hit. He gets up and turns to face Gruff with a snarl. Heads down, the two alien warriors rush one another, their horns clashing with a reverberation that even I can feel. It’s a shocking, primal sight. With horns locked, they begin to wrestle, muscular arms and legs wrapped the same way their horns are, in a struggle that seems to revolve around one being pinned and the other coming out on top. They thrash about, grunting and snarling. They are absolutely hellbent not on killing one another, but on dominating the other. Both have erections tenting the front of their pants. I don’t think they are for each other. I think they are for me and the state I find myself in, richly fertile for the first time in years, cycling as nature intended.
I wonder if the effect I have on them is as strong as the effect Gruff has on me. The first time I met Gruff I was struck with arousal. It is so much more powerful this time. I feel a near physical pull to him, like a sexual gravity that demands my crotch meet his. His scent is richer and deeper than before. It erases the fear I felt of the interloper completely. How can I worry about anyone else when Gruff is here in all his natural dominance?
There is an unpleasant crunching sound, followed by a crack. The interloper has lost half his right horn. Blood flows from the spot where the hard tissue fractured under the aggressive contact. My heart is pounding as I feel a bolt of pity for the interloper. He seems like little more than an animal following his instincts. He’s younger than Gruff, smaller, and I imagine that injury will stay with him for life. He’s forever marked by this defeat, and the blood pouring from the broken horn coats his chest pelt as he submits by backing away.
Gruff lets out a roar, a final shout of triumph and aggression. Broken Horn takes the hint and sets off into a painful looking run. I wonder how bad his injuries are; surely they’re not limited to the horn. Broken ribs seem likely. Gruff has not come out of the battle unscathed either. He has a cut under his left eye, and it is obvious that there will be bruises to tend to when all is said and done.
“Did he hurt you?” The first question out of his mouth is one of concern for me.
“Did he hurtyou?” I ask the question right back. “He didn’t touch me. He didn’t have a chance to.”
“I’m fine,” Gruff grins. “That was nothing. Just a young roaming buck trying it on. There are many like him, and they will rut anything with the right holes.”
Crudeness of the description aside, I get the picture. There are horny alien males roaming this planet everywhere, and without protection, any female is liable to find herself fucked whether she likes it or not. There are human words for that kind of interaction. I don’t know if they apply here, but I do know I don’t want to find myself at the mercy of just anyone. Not when Gruff is here, gleaming with the effort of having fought for me, and emitting those powerful pheromones which drive me mad with desire.
He is panting with the effort of driving off my attacker, his scent filling the air, and I cannot help but take deep breaths, drawing it into my lungs and feeling the incredible effect it has on me. We do not say another word to one another. We don’t need to. The pheromones are doing all the talking.
Gruff reaches for me, takes me by my copper red braid, and kisses me deeply, possessively, and protectively. He uses that grip and lip lock to guide me back inside the dome. I push the door closed as we go in, sealing us both inside. My light sleep shirt does not provide much in the way of coverage, and he lifts it up and over my head, leaving me completely naked.
“Gorgeous,” he breathes. I feel his cock pressing up against me through his leather pants. I want them off. I need him to be as naked as I am. I reach for his pants and struggle with the belt fastening as he holds me with rough hands on my hips, taking me in with a long stare.
“The rumors are true,” he says. “Humans have udders that remain engorged when they are not in milk. Have you birthed before?”
“No,” I say. I feel my insides clench again, remembering how he promised to breed me.
“And yet they are so generous,” he murmurs, quite impressed. He finds my nakedness fascinating, and his hands roam my body with a careful, almost reverent touch. It’s impressive how he has shifted since his fight with the interloper. He was so fierce, and now he is so gentle. He is completely at ease in what must be my alien surroundings, focused entirely on me and my body.
His seduction is thorough, and intense. With every breath I take, his scent fills my lungs and chases through my bloodstream. I am alive, alive in a way I have never been before. The excitement of coming here was nothing compared to this excitement, that of coming to him.
Finally, his pants give way. He helps me push them down, letting his thick alien cock spring free. It is an astonishing sight. The head of it is broad and fleshy, shaped not terribly differently than the head of a human cock, but the shaft is thicker and ridged and the base of his cock emerges from a furred sheath. He is terribly erect. My mouth waters looking at him, with the desire to taste him. But Gruff doesn’t want my mouth. He wants to breed me, and there is only one hole he can breed.
He picks me up and tosses me down on my back on my bed, following me down and taking his place between my thighs. His entire body is ferally impressive, thick thighs and a powerful abdominal plane. His arms are like furred trunks of muscle, one on either side of my head as he takes aim at my pussy with the head of his cock.
As I suspected, he does not have an appetite for foreplay. He came here to claim me. He is here to breed. And I am ready. My thighs are slick with answering arousal, my juices flowing in response to the hyper-arousal his scent creates inside me.
I didn’t know how fucking horny I was until I met him. I didn’t know how pure lust could charge through my veins and make me shiver and tremble with need. I want him to fuck me. I feel empty because he is not in me. I want to be filled and stretched. I want to be ravaged.
He lifts me up a little by the waist, and then his hands smooth over my hips and under my ass with impressive control. He is rock hard and clearly ready to mate, but he is taking his time with me. He is driving me to the very verge of sanity. I want that big cock inside me. I want to be filled by him.
Gruff
Her cunt is wet. Dripping human desire. It has been many moons since I took a mate. She is irresistible. She is a female I must have. She looks up at me with those adorably round human eyes, those innocent wide pupils that make her look almost perpetually startled. I am about to tear away the last of her human innocence. I am about to buck her hard. Her curves feel delicious in my hands. They’re so soft and pliable, and her thighs spread wider and wider as she invites me in with little humping motions of her furry little mound, a fiery target for my cock.
Fucking her means fucking the enemy. It means taking the female of a species I know for a fact to be hostile. All humans are trouble. All human women are bad little girls. My cock throbs not only with the desire to fuck, but to punish.
I grip her hips firmly, preventing any escape, and I drive myself inside her cunt, feeling her inner walls spread immediately and submissively. Her lips part in a soft moan and she reaches for me, gripping my arms with those slender fingers as I start to pump her hot human body back and forth on my cock.