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All I can offer in response is a whimper. I am focused completely on what is happening inside me. I can feel his claim upon me, my body changed by his sudden intrusion. I am his. I can feel that. But I can feel something else too. He is mine. All mine. My pinned hands twist to take hold of his wrists, my legs part and wrap around his surging lower back as he starts to make love to me with long, masterful strokes.
“Aspel, sinsua mickha didnisi,” he purrs. “Fucklashi, Aspel. Minusei Aspel. Mughorigorh…” He grunts and thrusts deep. I feel my body quivering, my pulse synchronizing with the throbbing of his rock-hard member, as I look into those perfectly black eyes and see the end of all things.
He stills, but the pleasure does not. The throbbing sensation grows inside me, as does the heat. He is controlling the temperature of his body, subjecting me to physical fluctuations of all kinds. I moan, not knowing if this is something I will survive. The feelings are so urgent, so powerful. They roll through me, affecting every nerve, touching every cell of my being. Master Isu is not just between my thighs, he is inhabiting me completely. He is changing me with every stroke, unlocking instincts I didn’t know I had, touching parts of my body I didn’t know had the capacity to send tingles of pleasure through to every other part.
He clasps my nipples between hot fingers and my entire body jolts.
“Every part of you is mine,” Isu says, lapsing back into standard speech that I can understand instead of his passionate native tongue, which only my heart can fathom. “You will give it to me when I want it. You are mine for the taking, and for the loving.”
I feel his words along with the primal, surging motions of his body, and I know he means them. He has claimed me, and in doing so, he has made me the one thing I have never been before: wanted.
Orgasm approaches, a tightening of every part of me. It feels as though the entire world is trembling and shaking with me as Isu holds me down and gives me every bit of his cock time and time again until I scream with untamed orgasm, which bears no resemblance to the little bursts of pleasure I’ve given myself from time to time in the past. It is a world-changing sensation, rocking me to my core, making me shake and nearly faint with the intensity of feeling.
When it is all over, Isu slides from me and I feel heat flashing over my sex as the seed he left inside me drains free. He filled me with alien substance in his own orgasmic throes, bred me, just as the human males on the farm bred women—but a mating like ours cannot bear life. What I am feeling is not conception. It is release.
I reach down and touch the substance. It is much warmer than my own body temperature and has a rust tinge to it. It makes my fingers tingle where it has touched them, as well as the ravaged lips of my conquered sex.
“What is…”
My question is interrupted by the world moving roughly and suddenly. There is a sound like reality rupturing. The ceiling and walls shake with it, pieces of rock coming loose and falling in dusty clouds. Seeing my obvious panic at the prospect of being trapped under endless falling rock, Isu covers me with his body and kisses me into calm. “We have tremors,” he says. “Nothing to worry about. It’s just the wyrm shifting in her sleep.”
I have no idea what he is talking about. I assume it is some kind of mythological idea, like the way they told us on the farm that the door you go through to become parts is the gate to heaven. We knew it wasn’t really, just as I know whatever shifting wyrm Isu is talking about is probably a nefarious lie.
The tremor subsides and so does my anxiety. I don’t have the energy to care about it in this moment. It has been the biggest, longest day of my life, and I am utterly exhausted.
Chapter Three
Aspel
I wake in darkness, the heavy red glow of the monster who has made himself my lover simmering beside me. It is hard to come to terms with the fact that I am quite literally on another planet, hidden away inside it. I feel simultaneously safer than ever, and also in more danger than I could imagine.
Master Isu is not a kind man. He is not a man at all. He is a demanding, powerful alien lover, and he has made no secret of it that I am his captive in this dark underground world.
“You’re awake,” he murmurs. I look over at him, but I cannot see his eyes. They are an absence in the lava-hot glow of his features. Being loved by him is like being loved by a shadow.
