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“Of course you were. And yet you took to the stars instead of finding a comfortable human mate. You set your sights on the most dangerous male creature you could find, and you flung yourself across space to put yourself at his mercy.”
“When you put it that way…” I mumble and blush. “That’s not what I thought I was doing.”
“And yet, that is exactly what you have done. When you landed on this planet, there were two things that could happen to you. You could end up underground, or under me.”
Before I can make what would be a barely coherent reply, he pushes two thick fingers inside me, lifting me up with one hand and using that powerful grip to keep me aloft, my toes dangling toward the ground as he pushes his fingers deeper and deeper until they will not go any further.
“You are hot and wet and I can feel your insides gripping me. You have surprisingly strong muscle tone for a weak little human woman. I knew this was the wildest, strongest part of you. I sensed it the moment I felt those rough, wet curls guarding your interior.”
He is a filthy talker, and very specifically detailed. He is noticing absolutely everything about me and cataloging it for his future reference. It remains to be seen whether he is truly as crazy as they say he is, but he is absolutely certainly not stupid. He might be the most intelligent creature I have ever encountered. And he is already buried deep inside me. And he’s right. I am gripping him like his fingers are necessary for my ongoing existence. Our embrace is close and intimate. My mouth is pressed against his throat, and I cannot help but taste him, extending my tongue to lap against the rough yet fine scaling there. His taste, like his scent, is not that of anything edible. Making physical contact with him is like licking a sentient embodiment of brutality.
He makes a snarling sound and pulls me closer. If he were a man, I would be feeling his cock pressing up against my belly now. But he is not a man. He is an alien hybrid of unknown origin, and I am not sure where his mating appendage… oh, there it is. His cock emerges from his body with what feels like a sinuous motion. More like a snake than a penis. I can feel it sliding up my thigh, moving with as much alacrity and agility as any hand might, perhaps even more. The head of his cock is much thicker than most penises I am familiar with. It is like being stroked by a hot and curious trunk.
Just as I start to worry about the girth of his cock, Manik begins to stir his fingers inside me, stretching and pleasuring me, and no doubt measuring me. He is as curious as I am… will he be able to fit inside me?
“You are stronger than you seem,” he says as I cling to him, letting little whimpers and moans of need escape me.
Manik
She’s wet. She’s actually soaked. Her desire is stronger than I could ever have imagined. She must have been traveling the stars with a sexual desperation even more intense than my loneliness-induced need. I have not had a female in many months. It has been even longer since one clung to me with such abject desire evident in every grinding motion of her greedy hips.
I could lay her back down on the very bed I saved her upon and extract payment in carnality and pleasure. It is so tempting to pull my fingers from her tight human hole and thrust myself so deep inside her she would never forget this tryst.
She would not object. I can smell her need, and her desire is evident in every rolling, grinding motion of her ample, soft hips and ass. Her willingness to be ravaged is enough to make me suspicious. She is a bounty hunter, and I do not know her. It is possible that this is all part of an extremely complicated act designed to break me down. Not all hunters hunt the same way. There are plenty of predators lurking in dark holes. I might very well have my fingers in a trap of her making this very moment.
As much as I want to fuck her, I want to test her first. I want to put my little human pet through her erotic paces. I will make her scream, shake, and shiver. I will make her orgasm so violently she is unable to think, let alone plot against me.
She grips me desperately and makes a helpless humping motion back against my fingers. She needs this release. What I am giving her is just as essentially primal as feeding her and clothing her. The orgasm takes her in a physically obvious way. Not only does she grip my fingers so tight I am uncertain for a moment that I am going to be able to retrieve them from her hungry body, but her face flushes and her eyes close, her mouth open as that pink hue sweeps up and over her body, a light sheen of sweat breaking out on her skin. It is a beautiful thing to behold, and I am left in a certain amount of awe and gratitude for having witnessed it.
“Thank you,” she whispers as we mutually release one another, and she slides down from my arms.
“You are more than welcome,” I reply. She is a polite little thing, this human who came to take my freedom and has instead ended up giving me herself.
