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“You cannot possibly understand,” he says. “But you drip with need. I will take your body’s consent.”
With that, he lowers me ceremonially down onto his cock, and I feel a moment of sacred connection as my lower lips part and his girthy cock enters me, sliding through the meagre defenses of my body, virginity destroyed in an instant.
“You are my mate,” Azlan says as he surges inside me. “I am your alpha and your owner. You will obey me in all things, and I will protect you and our progeny with my very life.”
I am being stretched in new ways, filled in places I had not known were so very empty before. This first thrust of his cock lays total claim to me. I hear his words, but it is the sensation of his flesh joining with mine that truly tells me all he says is true. I belong to him, because I want nothing more in this moment than to stay in this moment forever. I want to feel myself being taken, my body claimed. I want to be lost in what feels like never-ending ripples of pleasure that promise a climax yet to come. I am on the way up, rising through series of sensations that tingle and excite. I grip his mane and bury my face in his neck, breathing in his scent like a drug as he mates me.
“Yes…” he growls the word. “You are such a tight little human mate. You will bear me strong sons and beautiful daughters. My seed will ignite new life inside you.”
With every promise of pregnancy, he gets harder, bigger, and more excited, drawing me down on his rod with increasingly determined thrusts. I am not listening to his words. I am far too ensconced in the feelings he is producing in me.
I feel his cock getting bigger and bigger, stretching me wider and wider. Suddenly I can no longer contain the pleasure. Instead of swirling around my sex and nether regions, it is expanding throughout my body, and then seems to elevate me entirely, making me buoyant. I let out cries of excitement and writhe on his cock as I try to contain the feelings, but they will not be kept inside me. They burst forth, bringing with them shrieks of what I now understand orgasm actually feels like.
Azlan pulls me down hard on his cock, keeping me in place even though it feels as though staying still is literally impossible. I grind and I writhe and he growls all the way through, his paws clamping down on my hips in an attempt to still me. It is doomed to fail. My hips are bucking and grinding according to code embedded deep in my body.
He curses and I feel him come, his seed drawn forth by the gyrations of my flesh. For a brief moment, I have total control over this powerful creature. My pussy exerts ultimate influence over Azlan, as he throws his head back and roars in orgasm, the sound of his pleasure rolling through the relative vastness of the interior of his ship.
His cock has become inordinately large inside me, a thickening right at the entrance that prevents me from pulling off. I accidentally try to rise, but Azlan pulls me down firmly.
“Don’t,” he warns me, his voice raw with conquest. “You’ll hurt yourself. Wait until the knot subsides.”
Trapped on his cock, my orgasm becomes several orgasms, each one rolling through me more powerfully than the last, until I am entirely spent.
“Mine,” Azlan purrs as I lie panting against his chest, covered in his scent and my sweat. “All mine. Forever.”
2
Azlan
My seed is drained, my knot is softening, and Ava is barely sensate. Our initial coupling drained her as much as it drained me, her energies sapped, her pussy brimming with my cum.
I did not expect much when I picked my human mate out of the auction catalog. There were quite a number of females there, but she was the only one who had a blurred picture of her hustling what I now know must have been the cat, Buttface, off her computer. I imagine she still doesn’t know she took that picture. I could barely make out her features in it, and yet it grabbed me instantly, something about the lack of pretense in it. It was completely candid. Utterly real. And perhaps trustworthy.
I do not need a mate who will require a great deal of attention, time, or upkeep. I need someone who will do as they are told, stay out of the way, and not cause any problems for me. Of course, any female of any species would have difficulty fitting this bill, but my research has indicated that human females are among the easiest to handle. Certainly much easier than Leonid females, or Scythkin matriarchs, who lay their eggs and battle to the death. In comparison, human women are soft, docile, and peaceful. I am heartened by the news that this one has been unable to handle a Growler problem. It indicates she is not of a warlike temperament. That bodes well, for all I desire besides Ava is peace.
My cock slides from her tight interior, returning to my sheath, and leaving her dripping against the fur of my thighs. She is a messy thing. Impregnating her might require putting her in a more advantageous position with her rear raised. Perhaps I will put her on her knees and have her stay there while my seed bathes her womb. Yes. That is what I will do.
Once our mutual lust subsides, Ava is a warm and pleasant sensation on my lap, fulfilling a similar role to me as I imagine Buttface does for her.
“Can I ask you a question?” She forms the question with a nervous tremor in her voice.
“Always,” I reassure her. She has much to learn. Questions are a good sign that she is curious and in a mental space to take on the realities of her new world.
“Once we clear the Growlers,” she says, “then what will you expect of me? We go to your planet and tell everybody we’re hitched?”
I see we have returned to practical discussions. I wonder if she is embarrassed to address the sex we just had. I see the way she hesitates to meet my eye, and the pink hue of her face still has not faded. She was innocent before I laid my paws on her, innocent, but more than ready for the natural defilement of mating.
“Essentially, yes.”
“Alright. Well, a deal is a deal, but I can’t be gone from my farm too long.”
“I think you need some farmhands.”
“Probably. Do you know anybody who works for carrots, broccoli, potatoes, etcetera?”
“Do I know anybody who works for food? Yes. Most creatures will work for food.”
“I guess I hadn’t thought to look for creatures. I was thinking farmhands. Maybe a husband. But you try finding a man who wants to live on a Growler-infested asteroid with depleted soil reserves and a limited atmosphere.”
