I spank her once, twice more. It helps me think. She yelps and squirms in a way I still find very satisfying.
“Usually time loops are caused by an action which offends the universe at its very core. Or an accident in a laboratory. There’s also word that the Aberk are working on a weapon with the potential to initiate time loops.”
“The third one. That’s what happened. You pissed off a Burk.”
“Aberk,” I correct her.
“Right, that’s what I said. A Berk.”
Her pronunciation is adorably inaccurate and also rather concerning.
“Do you know what I did to anger them?”
“I’m pretty sure you sold me to them.”
“Huh. That would be the best way to maximize my profit,” I say. She curses at me. I spank her again. She does feel familiar. Spanking her feels like something I should be doing a very great deal of. It is as though there is an echo coming through time telling me to whip her until she cries. I refrain because I do not have a good reason at this time. I suspect she will give me one soon enough.
“Fucking idiot,” she curses, giving me the reason I need.
“Listen, little human female, you may have known me in some time loop, and I assume that you would have learned not to speak to me that way.”
“This is all your fault!” She makes the declaration at the top of her lungs, then continues to make much less coherent declarations as I spank her ass the way it deserves to be spanked, long and hard. But I’m wasting my time while this suit’s still on. She doesn’t deserve clothing. This mouthy brat deserves to be bared and fucking used.
* * *
Ava
I can’t believe this is happening again. When I found myself escaping the trolls for a second time, and was discovered by Zed, I thought he’d remember everything too. But he doesn’t. That might be a good thing, given I just got an entire planet eaten. But it’s going to make it that much harder to get him to take me seriously.
He’s spanking me like he remembers me, but I am pretty sure that is where the familiarity ends. With my ass burning and my pussy starting to get wet.
I know he can smell my desire. I know because I can feel the thick rod of his cock starting to flex and pulse beneath my body. That is what I want more than anything. Him inside me. A reconnection. When Zed fucks me, I forget about the craziness of the universe.
“You are a tasty little thing,” he drawls.
He doesn’t sound the way I am used to him sounding. He’s rougher and he’s cruder, and he’s definitely more demanding. It’s hot. Really fucking hot. I remember deserving the punishment he’s handing out now. I know I deserve to be spanked long and hard, and then fucked even longer and harder.
“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? You’ve done some very bad things, haven’t you?”
He reaches between my legs and slaps my pussy. My hips jolt as I make the whimpered admission. Yes. Yes, I have been a very bad girl.
Zed rips the suit off me. I hear the fabric tear and then my lower half is bare as he discards my underwear as if it is made of nothing more than tissue paper.
His hand is between my thighs, thick alien fingers exploring my pussy and spanking it too. This Zed is not fucking around. This Zed has no time for my sass or my disobedience. He is not being careful. He is taking what he wants and giving me what I need in the process.
I submit with a sigh, my thighs parting as he keeps spanking my ass and swatting my pussy before spreading my lips with his fingers and probing the tight hole between them with the tip of his finger.
“You’re soaked,” he says in a stern sneer. “You reckless, horny, filthy little human girl.”
“Yes,” I agree in a submissive little whimper. I just want him to fuck me already. I want him to take me so deep I feel his cock in the very core of me. I need to be reunited with him.
He sinks his finger inside me and swirls it around, stretching and using my cunt casually.
“You’re going to be a precious little prize,” he muses, drawing that finger out and presenting it to my mouth. It takes me a moment to realize what he wants, then my lips part and he slips his finger into my mouth, smearing my desire over my own tongue.
Is he going to fuck me?
Is he?
“You know more than I like,” he says. “And I don’t know enough.”
“You could listen to me,” I suggest. It is hard to make rational conversation with his finger sliding slowly in and out of my pussy. I want him to fuck me so badly I can hardly stand it, but I can’t beg him for it—though maybe that’s what he wants. Zed has always had a penchant for making me submit. This version of him seems to enjoy control more than most.