His words vibrate through me, finding my bones and some hidden thing at the core of me which no alien should ever be able to touch. I feel my stomach tighten with a new kind of fear. He is dangerous, not only in obvious ways, but in a thousand hidden ways besides.
I knew what awaited me when the IHPZ transferred me here. No scythkin brood hands over a human unless they are all out of ideas. They’d run out of reasonable options, then unreasonable options, and then they gave up on me completely. So here I am, bound to a floor, waiting to have the hell fucked out of me by an alien I want to hate.
He licks me. Slowly. Carefully. He licks me clean one lap at a time, his tongue running up the inside of my calf, to my knee, all the way to the apex of my thighs.
And then he runs that tongue along the length of my slit. He gives me pleasure, after I gave him pain. He makes my inner walls clench, and my hips rise independently of my body.
It’s rare for a male of any species to bother pleasuring his female, I have discovered in several decades among the stars. I have kept myself for human lovers, but they wanted to shove their cocks inside me and fill me up, make babies for them. Once, they succeeded.
This one won’t. This one can’t.
But he can make me quiver and shake. He can turn my desires against me. He understands how my body works. These scythkin have an unfair advantage over us mortal humans. They know us. They were us, once, I think.
Evolution split us a thousand ways. Their way is an armored creature with blades which leap from various crevices in their musculature. Their way is pure power, death, and destruction. Their way is something I have been doing battle with for years, and now I have lost. Utterly and completely, lost.
He looks down at me, his eyes devouring me just as his tongue did. I wish he was satisfied, but I know he is not going to be truly satisfied until he has buried himself deep inside me. A lot of my captors wanted to fuck me. Some of them even tried. But there are ways of repelling even the most dangerous invader. I have been fighting for the last decade. He won’t have me if I don’t want him to…
Or at least that’s what I tell myself.
You have to lie to yourself sometimes. It makes you stronger than you would be if you confronted the truth and let it overwhelm you.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Silver,” he drawls. “But I know how to make you good.”
“Do whatever you want,” I hiss.
He does just that. He bends down between my thighs once more, his hungry mouth locked on my lower lips, drawing my juices from me and rubbing his tongue against my clit until I scream.
Every time I remember I hate him, he forces me to forget with pleasure. Fighting him is fighting my own desire, and fighting my own desire is impossible. He has lit something inside me I haven’t felt in almost twenty years, the kind of lust which makes a woman utterly mad.
Feeling good has been all but impossible for me. I have known nothing but pain. I have felt nothing but anguish and aggression which has driven me to some unspeakable acts. I can feel the bony curve of his fangs grazing against my lower lips, wet with his tongue. The tips are razor sharp, and he keeps them carefully away from me while still giving me their full benefit. His danger is omnipresent.
I have bucked, moaned, and writhed my way through a half dozen aching orgasms before I get control of my senses enough to realize how fucked I am… and how fucked I am going to be.
He looms above my chained body, his cock fully extended from the protective sheath which keeps his junk hidden most of the time. His mating appendages are hidden behind a thick retractable scale. I know there are two of them. One, which fertilizes the eggs of a matriarch. The other is vestigial, but operational. It would fit my body.
As I watch, the hard scale shifts and allows the cock evolution made to allow this lifeform to ravage me emerges, thick, hard, and inescapably alien. I stare at that plated intrusion, silver and fleshed toward the tip, and flared like a human cock in a manner designed to ease penetration and then claim completely.
“I’m going to make you mine,” he tells me, his voice rough with alien lust. “I’m going to push myself deep inside you, feel the soft flesh of your tender humanity wrap tight around me.”
“You’re a coward,” I hiss. “I’m bound, so I can’t stop you. Humans have a term for what you’re doing to me.”
“Making you orgasm? Watching you climax all over my various appendages?”
He may have a sense of humor, but it is a pointed and sharp one, just like the rest of him.
“Taking me against my will. R…”
“I won’t put one inch of this cock inside you without you begging for it,” he says. “How long has it been since a male filled you? Years, I’d wager. You have the bearing of a woman who has gone far too long between fuckings.”
He’s crude. He’s monstrous. And he’s right. It has been too long. If it hadn’t been so long, I would not be susceptible to his rough seduction. My clit wouldn’t be throbbing, my inner thighs wouldn’t be slicking themselves with my juices, and I wouldn’t be trying to figure out a way to have that cock buried inside me without actually asking for it.
He lowers himself toward me, the underside of his cock dragging lightly over my clit. I bite my lower lip in the attempt to stop the moan from escaping my lips, but I can’t. He hears the moan, his devilish horns canting forward as he focuses all his sexy attention on me.
He wants to stretch and fill me, and now that I am wet and panting with desire, I have no resistance to offer him. I hate him. Of course I hate him, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want him to touch me. It means his touch brings a fission of aggression and excitement between my legs, in the very place he wants to make his own.
I have survived as long as I have by being able to take the best from every situation, no matter how desperate and dire. I know he intends to use this sexual conquest to break me. But I know how to use the energy another way. I know how to make it nourish me, to take the pleasure deep. We are but two bodies. His may be massive and powerful, and mine may be soft and tied down, but that doesn't mean he will prevail in the end.
“Ask me for my cock.”
He drifts the head of it along my slit, teasing and taunting me with the promise of alien flesh.
“Fuck you,” I curse, as he pulls his cock away and bends down so his tongue makes another lapping passage around the bud of my clit, sending more fresh tremors through me, but giving me no real release. I cannot begin to explain how oddly powerful I feel with this epic creature crouching before me, his leviathan body bent to the task of giving me pleasure.
An orgasm runs through me, triggered by the touch of his tongue. He knows my anatomy well, where to be rough, where to be gentle, and how to make that sensitive collection of nerves sing.
“You can ask me for my cock, or you can keep climaxing like this, the sweet little bud of your clit so wet and swollen,” he purrs, giving it a light kiss which sends fresh tectonic tremors through my flesh.
“Give me your cock.”
“Not really a polite request, but we can work on the matter of manners, pet,” he says with a sexy, husky laugh. He rises up in front of me and places massive hands on either side of my head, his agile hips guiding his rod toward the core of me.
I feel the tightness of anticipation as the head bumps up against my lips, sitting on the precipice of a madness I can already sense will consume us both. I am soaked, and not just with the effects of his tongue. I am just as lost in animal need as this massive scythkin warrior, my hatred and captivity only serving to fuel my lust.