The heady rush heightened at the sight of her pinkened ass. He needed more of that.
He spanked her, hard and steady. The position wasn’t good, so he shifted to straddle her, facing away, so he could bend over and slap her rounded globes. He knew he was spanking hard, and stars, the girl really hadn’t done a thing to deserve it, but he couldn’t help himself. It felt so vecking good.
She started to emit tiny whimpers and her bottom clenched, as if to avoid the pain.
“Veck, I like spanking you, female.” He hadn’t meant to admit it out loud, but she probably deserved the explanation.
He liked it so much, he imagined whipping her with a strap of leather. What stripes would it leave? How would it sound? Would she cry? What if he slapped that leather strap right between her legs?
Oh stars. His head swam.
He spanked her pussy with his hand, lightening the intensity of his swing.
She screamed.
Veck yes.
He spanked her there again. And again.
“Hurts, Master,” she whimpered.
His balls tightened. He returned to her plump cheeks, spanking harder. If she kept calling him Master in that pained little voice of hers, he’d come all over her ass.
But her skin turned a hot shade of red under his palm, and his conscience nipped at him.
“I’m sorry, little slave,” he murmured, rubbing her ass swiftly. “I spanked you hard, didn’t I? Want me to veck it better?”
For one second she didn’t answer, and he had to deal with the careening guilt and disappointment. Because he wouldn’t force himself on her if she didn’t want it. She may be a slave, but she wasn’t his slave.
But then she let out a held breath. “Yes.”
Thank veck.
He got on his knees behind her and shoved his flight pants down to further free his throbbing malehood. He already knew how wet she was, so he entered her without preparation.
He let out a growl of pleasure at sinking into her wet heat. “I’m warning you, human, I’m going to veck hard.”
There was no holding back. The need to claim her, to own her, to vecking ruin her barrelled through him like a ship going warp speed.
He pistoned in and out. “Naughty human for tempting me.” He plowed in deep, smacking her hot ass with his loins with each in-stroke. “Naughty slave for trying to seduce me. Why would you do that?”
She didn’t answer, not that he expected her to. How could she when he used her so ruthlessly? On and on he vecked her, gripping her hips to hold her immobile for his high velocity thrusts.
“Naughty, naughty little female for making me want to come all over your pretty face.” He reached around and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing tight. “All over these perfect breasts.”
In and out he jacked, all rational thought gone, replaced only by the need to turn the little female inside out.
He wanted it to go on forever.
Couldn’t take another second.
She was too hot. Too tight. Too juicy. Too vecking pliant.
His roar echoed off the ship walls as he plowed deep and stayed there, filling her with his Zandian seed.
As a sex slave, she’d be modified not to conceive.
That idea shouldn’t piss him off, but it did.