I fought for her. I won her. She’s mine. She’s a strange little thing, a soft human who does not belong here, but our chemistry matches. She gets wet when I get hard, and that is how mates are made. I find the very depths of her, the place where she can take me no more, where she is as wrapped around me as she can be, as claimed as she can be. I hold myself there, staking my claim, making myself felt, until her human squirming makes it impossible to hold still anymore.
I am entering full rut, a state in which the only thing that matters is filling her with my seed, brimming her with my genetic material. I fuck her hard, without mercy. I make her take everything I have to give, and she not only takes it, but begs for more. Her cries are ecstatic, and her cheeks are red. The flush of desire is racing from her chest to her face. I am rutting her so hard she is actually changing color beneath me. Her human sex grips my cock with impressive need. She is soft and probably weak, but nothing as helpless as I imagined. Her cunt holds onto me, milking me, demanding the same seed I want to give.
I would never have imagined any female of any species capable of taking the full intensity of my rut. She reaches for me, her fingers running up my arms, into my hair and then finally to my horns. She grabs my horns and thrusts her hips up to mine, giving into instinct completely, using me every bit as much as I use her.
Jem
Holy fucking fuck my fucking god!
He is inside me, thrusting deeply, roughly, and powerfully. He is giving me everything I wanted. Everything I needed. He is making me scream with desire. I sound like an animal. I might even sound more like an animal than he did when he was battling for me. My throat is raw, and so is my pussy, stretched so lewdly wide around his rough, plunging rod. Gruff intends to let me know I am well and truly mated.
We are rough with one another, desperately passionate. It is a kind of sex that demands climax, and before I know it I am writhing in paroxysms of pleasure, clenching his cock, milking his alien DNA deep into my body. I am being pounded throughout, my orgasm reaching every corner and crevice of my flesh. I can feel pleasure in the very roots of my hair and tingling in the tips of my toes. My fingers are still tight around his horns. I can’t let go. Every part of me is tight and taut and shaking, especially my inner walls that are being absolutely coated with his cum.
Gruff pulls free, leaving me bereft of his flesh. Now I drip his seed. I ache with his pleasure. I feel only barely sane, floating on a raft of illicit alien sex.
“Now you are mine, you will come with me to my herd,” he determines. I don’t know if one minute has gone by since we came together, or if an hour has passed. I have been lying in his arms in a thoughtless haze and find myself startled by his words.
“Now I am, er, now I am what?”
“Mine,” he says simply.
“Just because we had sex, it doesn’t mean I belong to you.”
“That’s exactly what it means.”
I try to sit up, but he has me by the hair, my braid twisted around his fist. “I have tolerated your waywardness so far, human, but it is time you learn to obey.”
“What do you mean, tolerated my waywardness? I met you today. Hours ago. You haven’t tolerated anything.”
This is how I learn the meaning of the word regret. In the aftermath of our mating, the spell of his scent is no longer as effective. I feel attracted to him, yes, but I have been fucked through a mind-blowing orgasm, and I am as sexually relieved as I can be. I’m thinking clearly for the first time since I met him.
“Gruff,” I say. “Let me go.”
“No,” he says.
“Are you going to hold onto my hair for the rest of our lives? If not, you may as well let go now.”
He thinks about that for a moment, then actually lets me go. He’s open to reason; that is good to know. It gives me a little bit of hope in this predicament I’ve gotten myself into. It was Strumpet’s fault at first, but after the way I behaved with him, it’s my fault now. Suffice to say, the EET manual is pretty clear on fraternizing with alien species: don’t.
“You will come with me,” he says. “Or every time a passing buck comes by, he will stop here and have his way with you. You will be bred time and time again, made receptive by your chemistry. You are very sensitive to the scents of the rut. Moreso than our own species. You will be helpless against them, nothing more than a toy to be used, a hole to be inseminated…”
I get his gist. He wants me to fear the attentions of other males of his kind more than I fear being taken captive by him.
“I have weapons,” I remind Gruff. “If you hadn’t come when you did, I would have killed that beast. You didn’t save me. You saved him.”
Gruff gives me a blank look, then laughs as he realizes the truth of what I am saying. “Yes, you would have, wouldn’t you. Humans are an aggressive predatory species. I forget that you are one. You didn’t feel like one when you were writhing on my cock.”
I blush, both at his lewd remark, and his assessments of humans. I feel two very distinct forms of shame, both of which blend into the chemical excitement running through my body. No matter what he might think of me or my kind, I cannot forget that Gruff is trying to abduct me right now.
“You said you were here to explore. Should you not come and explore my herd? Do you not want to see how the dominant species on this planet lives?”
I do. I really do. I have always wanted to explore an entire other civilization, but I never thought I would. They don’t send EET scouts to inhabited planets. They send war parties.
“Fine.” I say. “I’ll come to yours.”
4
“This is my bridge,” Gruff says.