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The pain is beginning to intensify to new levels. I am aching, yet far from chastened. My skin stings. So does my pride.
“You are already bright red, on the verge of bruising, and still need so much punishing,” he growls, his hand pressed against my rear.
I love hearing the frustration in his voice. This alien really thought he had me back there in the store. He thought I was so sorry, so broken, and all for a little soap and spanking. He knows better now.
There is an energy between us, a friction between human and alien, dominant force and unwilling submission. He can make me do what he wants, but that’s not really what he wants. He wants me to want to do what he wants, and I won’t give him that.
I feel his fingers shift, brushing lightly and perhaps even accidentally between my thighs. The seam of my lips tingles with the touch of his scaled alien fingertips.
He’s supposed to be punishing me, but I suddenly don’t feel punished anymore. I still feel sore, and small, but there is a welling of warmth and excitement between my legs and in the lowest parts of my belly. The pain that felt like it was becoming too much to bear suddenly becomes something else, a source of sexual energy.
“You are soaked,” he says, pressing his fingertips more firmly against my sex, moving them in slow circles which makes the wetness between my lower lips spread even further.
It has been a long time since anybody touched me this way, and though I may hate what he has done to me in every sense, I cannot deny that I enjoy what he is doing now. The tension of my weeks of captivity is being greatly relieved by having my pussy played with.
“Do you enjoy punishment, pet?”
His question is low, growled, and rushes to the core of me. Yes. An inner voice cries out silently.Yes, I love being punished.It is a voice that surprises me to hear. I thought I hated punishment. I thought I hated him for daring to discipline me. But that was before he lit the tinder of my arousal.
The worst thing about this alien is how he makes me fight my own instincts. It’s not just him I have to resist. It’s everything in me, my every reaction, every need, every desire.
“I see,” he says, as if he has heard me. I didn’t say a word.
I know these aliens can read minds, but there has never been any indication that he could sense mine. Humans are supposed to be too simple and have nothing in the way of telepathic powers, but he just read my mind as if I were one of his own species.
“Do you want to be mated, pet?”
The question sinks through me and creates another rush of arousal which coats his fingers and makes the caressing of my pussy even more pleasurable. We are caught in a mutual feedback loop of desire, or at least I am. I don’t know if he is just enjoying toying with me, treating me like a bad little pet, taking advantage of the arousal he has stoked in me.
I don’t answer, not verbally, or mentally. I am too busy biting my lower lip and trying not to hump his thigh like a bitch in heat. He is making me feel like an animal with no self-control. I am being made to feel what he wants me to feel. His fingertips are spreading me now, parting my lower lips to expose the entrance to my body. One of his other fingers begins to probe, sliding into the tight entrance, pushing inside me, claiming me in a way no alien has ever dared claim me.
“Is this why you have been so impossible to tame? Are you in need of a good, hard mating?”
He asks the question as he buries his digit in my pussy. I feel my lips gripping his scaled finger, my hips arching back and forth, grinding my clit against the hard line of his alien leg. I am acting like an animal does, and I know it.
I want him.
He slides me off his lap and puts me on my knees on the steps of his big mansion. I look up the great stone vector, and I feel him part my thighs from behind. He is positioning me, getting me ready to be…
I want him inside me.
I want him to fuck me.
I want to feel him…I let out a moan as all my wants suddenly coalesce around the introduction of the thick head of an alien cock I cannot see but can absolutely feel the heat of, at the entrance of my pussy. I am wet. More than wet. I am soaked.
Ark’s hand goes to the back of my neck, his fingers wrapping around my neck and reaching my throat. His grip is both powerful and intimate. I haven’t answered his question, and it doesn’t matter. We both know what I want, and what I need. I am kept in place quite easily as his massive form shifts carefully behind me and slides his cock right up inside my cunt.
He is big, designed to mate with a female of his species, but my pussy stretches for him, my inner walls parting to take him. I let out a helpless, happy little whimper. I have not been given a choice in the manner of my mating, but I do not care. He is making me feel like I belong to him, like I am not only his pet, but his true property.
My pussy is taut around his cock, my inner muscles clenching him with an absolute animal desperation. I want him inside me. I want him to keep me filled like this forever. I can’t think. I can’t do anything besides submit and be fucked by my alien owner.
For once, maybe for the first time since I met him, and probably long before, I relax. I let life happen. I let something greater than me fill me, pleasure me, and take care of me.
Arkan’s lovemaking is passionate and intense and yes, with an edge of punitive intent. I am still in trouble. I am still his bad little pet. But I am also wrapped around his dick like the human fuck toy I am.
I feel my face pressed against ancient alien stone, my red hips rising beneath the dome of the roof as Arkan’s cock spears deep inside me. He knows how to fuck, that’s for sure. His hips grind and move to make his cock find every inch of me, the head of him repeatedly and near punishingly grinding across my g-spot.
This is not languid lovemaking. This is a fucking. This is designed to show me my place and claim me. He doesn’t tell me this, he shows me in the rough and intense thrusting that takes us both rocketing toward climax.
