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My mind drifts to the powerful musculature of his body. He is terribly beautiful, and he is my rescuer. It would be more strange if I did not feel any amorous or romantic feelings for him, I tell myself. I don’t have to fight my instincts. He’s not going to hurt me. Is he?
He might hurt me.
That thought makes the desire hotter, fresher, more intense. There’s something slightly broken inside me that thrills to the idea of a dangerous mate, someone literally inhuman. If Kail were to take me, to mate me, tofuckme, it would be wrong. On so many levels.
So why am I getting wet just thinking about it? Why am I squeezing my thighs together, sliding my hand underneath my shirt and down between my legs and finding the tight little bud of my sex.
It is already wet and slick, because my desire for Kail is nearly entirely insatiable. I’ve been thinking about him from the moment I first caught him as a flash of green muscle and hope through the wreckage of my ship.
Kail is life. Kail is everything. I must do what he says, I must follow in his footsteps, and I must obey him entirely.
These thoughts make arousal wind ever more intensely through my body. I imagine myself submitting to him in all ways, him taking me over and over, filling me with his alien seed. Using no protection.
I’ve always used barriers and drugs to tamp down my body’s potential for pregnancy when sleeping with men. With Kail I won’t have to. There is no chance of conception between his species and mine. I know, because I checked before I came.
Was this dirty little fantasy hiding away in my psyche waiting to come out? I know I never consciously thought about fucking an alien before, but I am good at compartmentalizing. I only allow thoughts out when they’re useful, when they make the right kind of expressions dash over my face. I know how to make myself be what I need to be, but when you fuck someone, those veils tend to slide away.
That’s another reason sex with Kail would be dangerous.
It would also be incredibly hot.
I crave the vulnerability he makes me feel. My position is precarious, my safety far from guaranteed, but there are parts of me still holding back. I could sink lower. I could go deeper. I could let him see all of me, own all of me.
My fingers are strumming my pussy as I think these perverse, impossible thoughts. It’s not just the idea of his dick inside me that makes me hot. It’s the idea of his rough alien mind ripping mine apart too.
Kail is intelligent. I can tell by the way he searches my eyes with his, the way he anticipates my behavior and that of the predators and wild things that roam these lands. He has his own hidden thoughts. I can feel them as surely as I can feel my own.
I wonder what would happen if we were both open with each other. I wonder what chaos would unfold, what violence would ensue. I know it would be bad. I can imagine him, furious, primal….
I am so fucking close to coming, right on the very verge of release. I can feel the muscles in my legs starting to tremble with the buildup of lactic acid, my breath is coming in short gasps. I’m closed against the world, paying no attention to my surroundings. Everything is about me, the interior sensations demanding release. They are driving me now, my desire making me a puppet to my own libido.
Kail
There is a strange noise coming from the place I left my human. I pick up the pace, afraid she may have run into some kind of trouble. Perhaps a predator has located her. I should not have left her alone. She is not safe on her own.
There are little grunts, groans, even moans. Are these the sounds of consumption? Are the beasts already feeding on her?
Rounding the last large stone, I come face to face with the source of the grunts. There are no predators. There is just my human, playing with herself.
Her hand is working her sex with an urgency that leaves her face flushed pink, her head tilted back, her eyes half closed. It is a truly beautiful sight, one that makes me immediately rock hard.
It would be so easy to rush in, pick her up, spread her thighs and rut her. But this is a chance for true domination, a kind of control that will be lost if I fall into the same trap of lust.
I clear my throat. Her eyes fly open. I see pure humiliation and panic flash across her face.
“Oh my gosh!” She gasps, pulling her hand out of her pants and staring at me with an absolutely horrified expression.
“Don’t stop,” I order. “Keep going. Show me what you were doing.”
The blush becomes even more intensely red. “I… it’s… I was itchy…”
“You’re a better liar than that,” I tell her. “Show me how you were making your pretty little human cunt come.”
“Oh my…” She hesitates, but we have established our relative positions well by this point. I order, she obeys. Even in this.Especiallyin this.
She returns to the task of rubbing her pussy, but much more slowly and cautiously, without any of the reckless sexual abandon of earlier.
“Take the leggings off. I want to see what you are doing.”
