“What are you doing with me?”
She’s not asking what I am doing in this precise moment. It is obvious what I am doing. I am playing with her ass. I am toying with my pet. I am preparing her for my use. She wants to know the answer to the deeper question we have both evaded from the beginning.
“What do you think I am doing with you?”
She lets out a sigh. “I have no idea. You’ve taken your vengeance, I think. And now you don’t need me as a whipping girl…”
“I don’t know. Perhaps I’ll put you to work in the kitchen.”
She growls at me. Even over my thighs she maintains her attitude.
“Or perhaps we could live happily ever after.”
“What?” She freezes in place.
“Happily ever after. Isn’t that what you want most of all? More than anything? For the beast to transform into the prince, and for you to become his princess for all eternity?”
“Those are fairytales, Volt.”
“No. They’re much more than that. They’re stories that span species and time. They’re fundamental ideas about what might make us happy.”
“You care if I am happy?”
I slide my fingers down her slit and caress the soft, tender skin. I have spent so much time inside her. More time inside her, perhaps, than I have spent talking to her.
“You are my mate,” I remind her. “There is no other female than you. You are the center of my existence. I have planted my seed in you time and time again.”
“You were just threatening to destroy my world, you were drinking in my distress, you sadist. You wanted me to be afraid of you, and what you would do. And now you love me?”
“I thought it turned you on.”
“What!”
“You are wetter when I am cruel. I want to be what you want me to be.”
“You were cruel when I met you.”
“And you loved it. You mated with me and submitted to me and gave me all you were. Condemn me for my sadism if you like, but every word condemns your own masochism in return.”
“Asshole,” she complains. I respond by spreading her cheeks and spanking her asshole in turn.
“Ow!” Her gasp of pain is very satisfying, as is the flash of liquid need that flows thereafter. She can’t help herself. She likes it when I am the monster living in the darkest recesses of her mind made flesh—and I like being that beast.
Here on the bridge, in the midst of my pack, I do what I have done so many times before. I spank her in preparation for fucking her. When her ass is hot and red and sore, her pussy is wet and ready. I have tried in the past to initiate mating without first having whipped her disobedient rear. She was too tight. Too simply scared. When she is punished, she softens and gives herself to me.
Now it is time to spank her. Now she needs to feel the sting and the pain she believes she deserves. I spread my palm over her cheeks then pull it away and slap her firmly, hard even. She gasps. Every time she is spanked it is as though it was the first time. I punish her because she is a naughty little human who needs to feel the dominance of her alien master, because there is something inside her that is never satisfied until the rough, large print of my palm is on display on her rear, a flash of white flesh among a backdrop of deep red pain and shame.
She whimpers and makes her little noises of human complaint, but I know they are all signs that she has not yet reached the place of satisfaction she needs. When she moans, I spank harder, my palm branding my possession on her beautiful ass until I hear that note of perfect desperation that indicates she has had enough. Her ass is bright red and her sex is emitting a stunning scent that winds its way inside me and begins pulling the levers of my need.
I bend her over the back of the captain’s chair, her red ass on beautiful display. Her sex is dripping desire. I can see little beads of need collecting on the inner lips of her pussy. I could stand here and admire that view from now until forever. It is such a perfect female human view. It is vulnerable and it is beautiful.
I have contained humanity on Earth to their planet. Now I will contain this human on my cock. From the first stroke inside her, I am engulfed by my past, my present, and my future. The eyes of the bridge crew bear witness to our mating and her submission, my mastery and her surrender.
The harder I drive inside her, the more she screams with pleasure and begs for more. She is shouting for me to fuck her, to ravage her, and to give her my knot.