He fucks me bent over the remnants of the ruined control scheme. He’s going to have to fix that later, but for now his big, green alien cock is plunging in and out of me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I curse. I can’t make my words make any more sense than that. I can’t think any other word besides that. I can feel my juices dripping down from the place we are joined, every plunging stroke of his cock causing me to coat the controls with my filthy desire.
I feel his hands move to my ass. He pulls me up and back, so I am no longer pressed against the controls, but reaching out to brace myself against them. His strength is incredible. When he handles me, I feel light and small and feminine even as his fingers dig into the ample curves of my ass.
“Tight human pussy,” he grunts, his words as dirty as mine. At the core of our alien experiences, there’s something we have very much in common.
He slaps my ass again, releasing one cheek in order to make it bounce red beneath his palm. I hit a button by accident on the dash. It could be a disaster, but all it does is make the front screen go from opaque to shiny. I can see myself reflected in the great wide round. I can see my flushed face, and I can see my ass, bright red and held between huge green hands. Thanks to the curvature of the surface, I can even see a sliver of the space where his outrageous alien cock sluices in and out of me, rough green flesh slicked with my human desire.
This is filthy. This is wrong. This is Hot. As. Hell.
He pulls me back again, this time drawing me all the way away from the controls. He holds me up against his body, my ass against his abdomen, his cock buried lewdly inside me. I reach my arms up and back around his neck, surrendering myself to him. He draws me up and down his dick, working me along his shaft. I lean my head back against his shoulder and let him use me tenderly. He could be rough with me if he wanted. He could hurt me. He could break me the way he broke the controls. But he is taking very great care to ensure he does not exceed the boundaries of my ability to take him.
His fingers slide down my stomach. He cups me between my legs, pressing my clit against the internal ridges of his fingers. I was already very close to climax, and this change in position makes me ride myself against him in a way that makes it impossible to hold my orgasm back any longer. I start to come, writhing between his cock and his fingers, my clit riding the ridge between two of his powerful digits.
“YES!” he snarls the encouragement in my ear and pumps himself inside me harder and faster, filling me with his cock and then with great spurting flows of his alien seed. I feel it tingling inside me, intensifying my orgasm, making me feel like I am literally fucking high. I can hear myself screaming. It sounds like I am a million miles away, a wailing, gasping, crying human female gripped by pleasure more intense than she can handle.
“Wow,” I breathe when I can form words again. “Wow wow, holy shit…”
Zed is grinning to himself with great satisfaction. He’s completely forgotten he intended to teach me a lesson when all this began. He’s just thrilled that he can pleasure me so intensely. He’s very cute when he’s happy, as much as a massive green alien with dubious intent can be cute.
I slump down into the co-pilot’s chair. “So,” I say, when I find yet more words bashing about in my brain. “Where are we?”
“I don’t know,” he says, putting his thick cock back inside his shiny trousers. “We’ll sort it out.”
I have some breakfast while he sorts it out. It takes a long time to sort it out. So much time that I also find myself having lunch while it is sorted. And then, dinner. I’m not entirely sure if the usual lengths of time are elapsing between these meals. It is very hard to keep track of time on a spaceship. Without a sun going up and coming down again the body just starts to pick its own rhythms. My body chooses food.
“Alright,” he says. “I think I know where we are. Now I just need to work out when we are.”
“Excuse fucking me?” No amount of procedurally generated ice cream can change the horror of that statement. Being lost in space was concerning. Being lost in time is so much worse.
“These drives are experimental. And actually, illegal. Not sure how one got into the ship.”