He smiles back at me with that super sharp grin that reminds me just how alien he is. It’s amazing how fast you start to see past blue skin and scales, and just start to think of even the most interestingly odd aliens as just another kind of person.
“Really,” he says. “Some of what you were thinking when I brought you to our home was truly unrepeatable. I’m sure they’re still talking about it.”
I giggle. I don’t really care what those aliens thought of me. I care what this one thinks, because he has shown me kindness. But still, we have known each other for just a few days and there’s always the chance he’s going to eat me or something.
“You want me to think quieter?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm yeahhh spank me.”I think as loud as I can. Never imagined thought as having volume before, but it makes immediate sense. Weird how humans do know how to think in various ways like that, loud and soft and everything in between, almost like we’re calibrated for a skill we never got. I wonder if maybe I could learn to read minds if I tried really hard.
There’s a laugh from somewhere else in the ship. Wow. I guess they really can hear through walls.
Freak obliges me immediately. Gripping me by the scruff of my suit, he gives me an immediate wedgie. That wedgie is accompanied by several hard slaps to my cheeks, each of them making my ass burn. They’re hard and fast and they don’t give me any time to react until they’re already searing through my skin.
“I was going to do this anyway,” he says. “But seeing as you asked for it, I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“I was joking! It was a prank!”
“A painful one for you,” he notes, carrying me about in that undignified scruffed position. I feel myself softening in his grip. I feel the tender burn in my cheeks starting to sink deeper and feel better. Maybe this isn’t so bad. Maybe he’s going to give me sweet treatment.
Just as that happens, another set of slaps land, harder and more painful than before. He delivers them through my suit, but the tight legging style design does nothing to really stop most of the sting, and all of the impact gets through to me without any buffering at all.
“Argh!” I cry out, cursing him in my mind and then realizing that’s kind of the same thing as cursing him out loud. “Fuck you!” I say, because I may as well do it if I’m going to be punished for it. I’m starting to feel like I’m always going to be in trouble with him. I was never very good at being what people wanted me to be even before this, and he wants me to be all sorts of things above and beyond that.
“For reference, pet,” he growls at me. “It is still worse for you to disrespect me out loud than it is to have a thought.”
He carries me back to our private room with a bed that is big enough to fit him and also more than large enough to fit me as well. Living in an alien-sized world makes me feel more like a pet than anything else he says or does.
He drops me lightly on the bed, then immediately captures me by the back of the neck, covering my body with his own. The warmth of his flesh and the pressure of his body calms me.
“Good,” he purrs in my ear. “I like it when you settle for me. You accept my dominance so naturally, pet.”
Do I? I don’t know how true that really is.
“It is,” he says, responding to my thoughts and not my words. “Your body calms for mine. Your mind slows when I have control of you. You think less, and you obey more. You are a very good pet.”
“I’m not a pet. I’m a person.” I offer the weak resistance.
“You’re a brat,” he smirks, sliding his hand around my body to find the fastener of my suit, and drawing it down to slide it off my body. I let him strip me. It’s only fair, after all, considering he’s always in his underwear. Well, almost always.
“And I have something for you. I think this will help you lean into your role with me more completely.”
He pulls me against his powerful alien body, slides my hair to the side, and gently, but firmly bites the side of my neck. All the arousal I was already feeling blossoms suddenly into a raging wanton need that I have absolutely no control over. I don’t know what he does when he bites, but I know it has the same effect as being teased and pleasured for hours before being allowed any release. I am instantly desperate, sound of mind, but entirely driven by desire.
“Not fair,” I moan. “You can’t do that to me.”
“I’m not doing anything to you that isn’t already inside you,” he purrs against my neck, pulling those sharp teeth away and leaving a dull ache in their wake.
“I am not drugging you, pet,” he says with a sexy smile, holding my naked body against his as he looks down at me with rampant desire that matches my own. “I am finding what is within you and bringing it forth.”
I don’t have the interest in forming a coherent argument against that, so I merely melt against him and I let him put me into a filthy animal position on my hands and knees. I can feel the arousal coating the insides of my thighs before he nudges them apart.
“That’s right, pet,” he growls softly. “Present yourself to me.”
What choice do I have? Precisely none. Even if he were not to have given that order, I would have obeyed it anyway. I want to show him my dripping pussy. I want to be filled. I want to be fucking bred. There is nothing innocent or demure left in me.
He pushes the tail up and over my back. I feel the plug shifting in my ass as he maneuvers that appendage. He drives his cock straight into my pussy in one rough stroke, and starts to fuck me immediately.
