Wild Beast: A Rough Sci-Fi Romance

“Because you need this. Because this will make you feel better, and make you be better. Because there are lessons you need to learn. And…” I slap her harder, leaving a red imprint of my hand across both cheeks. “Because I said so.”

She giggles. Giggles! For a moment, I stare down at her, not entirely sure what to make of that response. I do not think she likes the pain, but I think she very much enjoys being taken in hand and shown her place. Poor little lost human, abandoned here on a world beyond her understanding. The wild ones have looked after her, but they have not been able to give her everything she needs.

“Here,” I say, taking a piece of leather from her bedding. “Put this between your teeth. If you feel the need to scream, do it quietly. If the wild ones come in here, there will be no mating tonight.”

She obeys, surprising me again with her capacity for submission.

I wrap an arm around her waist to keep her in place. Once I begin I am sure she will flail. I want this spanking to make an impression. I want her to feel punished.

I begin slowly at first, a light swat, followed by a harder one, then a lighter one, then a harder one still. Her rear moves with each slap, her cheeks jiggling in an inviting way, her skin taking on a pinker hue almost immediately. To her credit, she remains in place, breathing as I told her, and gnawing lightly on the leather not unlike a teething pup. I never intended to find this human cute in any way, but as I am forced to work her into this spanking rather than simply thrashing her outright, I am also coming to know her.

As I risk a few harder slaps, she yelps and squeals into her gag, but she doesn’t spit it out, and she doesn’t try to stop me. She is submitting to me, I realize with a thrill. This human knows more about how to behave than I thought, she just needed some direction.

But she still needs to be spanked. And spanked well, too.

I spank her harder, and more swiftly. I am settling into a nice rhythm now, one cheek, then the other, and then across the center of both. She is turning pinker and squirming more, her hips jolting against my thigh, and… if I am not mistaken, rubbing quite aggressively against my thigh. She’s pleasuring herself, naughty thing.

That gives me all the incentive needed to spank her nice and hard, firm swats landing across her cheeks in a way that finally satisfies my need to punish her properly. I hear myself growling with satisfaction as she takes her spanking with a sweet human grace.

The smell of arousal is growing stronger by the moment. She’s not only taking this well, she’s taking it with great enjoyment. I run my hand over her ass, feeling the heat I put there, and continue down, between her legs. I find her human sex, a soft pair of outer lips with are doing very little to contain a stream of desire emitting from her core.

“You like this, don’t you,” I growl down at her, slapping her ass hard. “You like being spanked. You crave punishment.”

She makes a muffled sound through the gag. She could spit it out, but I haven’t told her to, and so she hasn’t. She very much has the makings of a perfect little human pet. My cock has extended entirely now and is throbbing with insistence. I have to be inside her. I can’t wait another second. The smell of her was already driving me mad with lust, but the sight of those sweet, soft, waiting petals and the feeling of the tight hole between them is more than I can resist. She is arching her hips, inviting me in, enjoying every caress of her pussy. It is time she was fucked.

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Penelope

He snarls and slides me off his lap and onto the bed. I still have the leather between my teeth. I am keeping it there to stop me from having to talk. In his grip I feel my own softness and lightness as he positions me. My ass is burning hot, and fucking sore, but I don’t care anymore. He has whipped me into an erotic frenzy, which makes things like pain seem utterly irrelevant. I don’t even feel it really; it’s just heat and sensation, and more than that… need.

Wild things mate from behind. So does he. My ass is raised to the stars and spread by his massive hands as he lines his thick rod up with my sex.

“Please…” I open my mouth and let the leather fall from my lips.

He pauses, a brief moment of civilization intruding on this animal experience.