The Human Hunter (Alien Overlords 1)

His huge palm makes sharp contact with my ass. “No. I don’t. Think, girl. What do you know? What do you know for certain?”

“I know that I am here, with you. I know that you’re a bounty hunter who kills humans. I know that you usually kill them, and you haven’t killed me yet. I know that…”

I’ve already run out of things I know. That was surprisingly quick.

“Rath, you have to tell me what you know. You have to tell me what I’m not remembering.”

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Rath

I do not have to tell my bounty my secrets. She is right when she says it is strange she is still alive. It would be easier and far more convenient to kill her. But that is true of almost everybody.

The truth is, she already knows more than she should. And she is more observant than she realizes. She did not believe the story about the scum missile for longer than it took her to look at the wreckage. She has surprised me with her curiosity, as relentless and pointless as it is.

She is beginning to understand what has been taken from her, though we are still only scratching the surface. I cannot tell her everything at once as she believes she desires me to. If I was to tell her everything now, she would not only reject it, she would likely go utterly mad. She is correct that it was a korabi missile which brought our shuttle down. And she is, of course, correct that the party which came to scout the wreckage was not a rescue party. But she is not yet willing to consider all the ramifications of what she already knows. She wants me to spell it out for her so she can deny it. I will not do that. I will make her come to the only possible conclusion for herself.

“Put yourself on your hands and your knees and arch yourself.”

I give her an order to present herself to me. I have claimed her pussy twice, but that is not enough. Not by a very long way. I need even more from her. I want to take the dark aperture over her slicked sex. I want to be inside the more shameful part of her. I want her to feel the human humiliation of having an alien’s cock in her ass.

I am punishing her more than I have punished any bounty before. Usually I end their suffering. Hers is only beginning. My cruelty, if that is how one chooses to describe it, is designed to exploit all parts of her, including her natural instincts for pleasure.

Sliding the head of my cock along the wet slit of her sex, I marvel at the way her body reacts to me. I can smell her scent enticing me. Even when she is in extreme danger and has every reason to be absolutely paralyzed with fear, her body is occupied with the task of seducing me.

I slide my cock to the tighter, darker hole up between her cheeks. The one nature did not intend for me to take. The one which provides ample opportunity for humiliation.

She stiffens the moment she feels my thick rod pressing against that shameful hole.

“That’s not the right…”

“It is the right,” I tell her, squeezing the oily juice from a nearby fruit down between her cheeks to provide lubrication. “You will never forget how it feels to have Rath K’zar in your rear hole, and to submit your rebellious human holes to me.”

“Rath!” She is scandalized, but she is also still wet, and she does not even attempt to move away from me. She submits perfectly, beautifully, but not without whimpered complaint as my flesh finds another of her holes and slides slowly and firmly inside the strong ring of flesh which protects her ass.

I reward her for her obedience by reaching beneath her and rubbing her come soaked nub until she bucks back against me, helping my cock slide inside the molten hot flesh of her insides. Being in this human woman is a pleasure unlike any other. I enjoy her delicateness and the physical feeling of the sheer futility of any fight she might choose to engage in.

I have not forgotten the sensation of being locked in my own body by her devious little fingers. She has short, soft nails. There is not a claw on her body, and yet she found a way to disable me. I must be careful not to underestimate her even now, when her tightest aperture is stretched wide around my thick rod.

“You have the perfect form for my use,” I growl down at her hapless form. The pink shades of her ass cheeks still showing remnants of my punishment and displeasure make my cock throb all the more.

The sounds she makes are incoherent grunts and animal moans. She may not understand the wilderness, but she is undeniably part of it, as much a little beast as any of the animals who make their home here in these wilds.