Wild Beast: A Rough Sci-Fi Romance

“Come here,” he says. “Let me bathe you.”

I hesitate, and then remember his comment yesterday how it is always possible to get spanked again. The thought makes me both bristle with indignation, and feel a flush of warmth discernible even with the sloshing warmth of the bath all around me.

I paddle over to him.

“Good girl,” he praises me.

I don’t know that I should care about his praise, but I do. He has become the solid center of my existence by merit of taking all other options away from me. I exist at his pleasure. I must do what he says or face painful discipline. Even the heat of the bath cannot take that cold reality from me.

He takes hold of me by the arm and swirls me around gently until my back is to him and the tub. I brace myself for what comes next, though I cannot imagine what he is intending on doing. Washing my hair, perhaps?

“Oh!”

His tongue is hot on the back of my neck, rasping against my nape. He meant cleaning me in the way animals clean one another, making the bath and its cleansing oils obsolete in the face of his much more personal touch

He pulls me from the bath and perches me on the side of the tub, his talented tongue finding more sensitive spots to lick, up the inside of my thighs and finally to the soft lips he plundered so roughly yesterday.

I let out a little moaning hiss as he makes gentle, wet contact. He looks up at me, his big hands spread around my ass and hips, steadying me.

“Is it sore?”

“A little,” I admit. It is more sensitive than my ass, which seems to have absorbed all his punishment yesterday.

He makes a sound I cannot quite interpret and returns to his lapping with an increased sensitivity, fondling the folds of my inner lips with the very tip of his alien tongue. The roughness I felt on my neck takes on new significance here as I am toyed with by a potentially harsh and dangerous beast.

“Submit,” he growls up at me.

I do not know what he means. The word, yes, I know that, but I have no idea how to submit when this dominant alien is between my thighs turning my world upside down, sending spirals of pleasure right through to the core of me, making me lightheaded and giddy and… suddenly I relax and there is a surge of a feeling I have never had before. It is like a tidal wave breaking inside me, a flow of pure endorphins so powerful I feel as though I’ve just taken a drug.

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Volt

She is perfect. Just as I knew she would be when I was first inside her, when our bodies met and our inner beasts touched. The taste of her coats my tongue. I adore this human. It is not a choice I have made, it is an imperative handed down to me through instinctual channels. I no longer wonder why the wild ones rescued her from her own incompetence. I know they were driven to protect her. Just as I am now.

Her climax comes hard, making her tremble and shudder in my hands. I am learning her body, and I am learning her mind. Her first attempt at escape taught me that she is resourceful and reckless, but not forward thinking. Her orgasm teaches me that she is capable of carnal submission, even if she is still harboring thoughts of rebellion and escape.

I let her slide back into the bath where she floats, pink and soft and happy. I watch her with quite a stunned interest. I never imagined I would fall in love with a human. I did not think they were capable of interesting a creature of my nature. My crew would have her for dinner if it were allowed, and I have no doubt that I will be judged harshly if the word were to spread about my captive human. When I am near her, I do not care about those things. I care about possessing her completely, protecting her from every threat, including the ones she poses to herself. I do not need her to love me, or even to like me. I just need her to be mine.

“That was nice,” she says, her eyes half-closed in an expression of contentment, her words an all too human understatement. That was more than nice. That was like drinking the nectar of the gods from a chalice delivered by my ancestors.

CHAPTER 7

Some time later

Volt

“You should be careful.”

“Excuse me?”

Brains has left his station and is speaking to me in a way no sensible crewmember ever should. He was my chief advisor once. Over time he has seen demotion after demotion due to his insistence on telling me what he thinks. There is no actual rank for the position he currently holds.