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Sithren is a master of sex. There’s no other way to describe how artful and patient he is when it comes to drawing the moment out and making me wait for what I don’t want to crave.
“Please…” I moan the word.
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me.”
He lets out a triumphant chuckle, a deep, sexy noise that heralds his cock finally stretching me in that lewd, complete, possessive way. I let out a sigh of intense satisfaction as he takes me the way I need to be taken, with firm strokes going all the way to the very center of my being.
This is a deal with the devil, a filthy tryst in which he uses my lust and my baby fever against me. I am all too happy to be manipulated. I know I am debasing myself by allowing my alien captor to reward me with his dick, and I don’t care. Who is here to judge me as he lifts me over on top of him and lets me ride him, my hips circling and grinding as I desperately try to milk him for his precious cum.
His hands guide me, powerful fingers gripping my hips and helping me ride. I look down at him, see his alien triumph and feel my clit tingling. Every time I fuck this creature, I feel filthy dirty. I feel like a desperate human slut giving herself to a dominant alien in hopes of conceiving. There is nothing honorable in this. But it is hot as fucking hell.
“You're beautiful,” he compliments me. “Look at how you bounce and squirm, filthy little human. Look at your breasts, lewd little nipples. You know they harden every time we are together, don’t you? They anticipate this, my cock in your wet cunt.”
He talks dirty as he guides me up and down the length of his cock. Sex is such a simple, mechanical act, until it isn’t. Until it is wrapped up in power and submission, and desperation and need. Every glance between Sithren and me is not only heated, it is like a sparring match. We are at war, he and I. A carnal war. And I love losing it.
I put my hands on his chest and hump my hips up and down on him with no abandon. I used to be so modest when I had sex. With him I don’t bother with modesty. There’s no point in it. He wants to shame me and the only way to fight that is to go through shame and out the other side to freedom. I’ll grind my clit against his hard pubic bone and I’ll hunt that orgasm building in me until I catch it.
“Such a horny, dirty little human,” Sithren hisses with pleasure. His tongue flickers out and the forked tips land beneath my nipples, lashing them and giving me fresh pulses of desire rushing down to my clit. With my pussy stretched around his cock and my clit grinding against his hard scaled plate bone, and my nipples being teased and punished in equal measure, I fucking come. I come hard. I scream and I writhe and I grip his cock with that sinuous desperation that brings him to orgasm too, and rewards me with a fresh dose of his primal seed.
I slide off his cock and onto his chest. I am panting and covered in sweat and cum. I’m also ready for a nap. Sithren gets up, smiling broadly.
“Get dressed,” he says, casting a glittering black gown upon the bed. “We will be late for dinner.”
It takes all my strength to gather myself after those incredible orgasms, to wipe my inner thighs clean of our shared emissions, and to make myself something like presentable for dinner.
“This is nice.”
Tethys is beaming, looking between me and her father with a calculating expression I somehow already know all too well though this is only the third time I have ever been in her presence.
“What do you enjoy about it?” Sithren asks the question. He’s trying to make conversation, and he walks right into her trap.
“Having more than two people at the table. It’s been years since we had a family meal.”
And there it is. This is what I am afraid of. She thinks of me as family. At first, that seems strange. I am obviously a captive, but I have to think of her background. In her world, women being brought in and kept away in rooms is nothing strange. She probably saw many such arrivals throughout her life, and probably bonded with many of the women. She did not just lose her mom to the poisoner. She lost her entire family. Sithren’s refusal to rebuild his harem reminds me in some ways of Tethys’ denial of her mother's death. They’re both living in various states of altered reality. Tethys insists her mom is still out there somewhere, and Sithren thinks he can live without a harem. He is living a lie to the rest of the world, and sooner or later that lie will be revealed.
