Ransom

This princess is a perfect example of all the refinements and machinations of the forces that seek to control our existence. Astaria need do very little to tempt me. Her harsh, cruel, vicious actions are not enough to overwhelm my senses when I behold her nethers.

I remove my clothing and reveal myself to her without armor or covering. I expect her to shy away from me, to scream with maidenly horror. Again, past experience has taught me that the sight of a xenovork erection can make the courage of any maiden wane.

She turns over to look at me, her pretty eyes roaming up and down my body with a growing excitement. “You’re just like I imagined?”

“You were imagining me?”

“Oh, for such a long time. I used to…” She blushes. “I had pictures of you on my wall. I used to imagine we… Anyway.”

“What did you imagine?”

“I imagined that you and I were together, and…”

“You did?” I am smiling broadly.

She looks away from me. “You must think I am stupid.”

“Actually…”

I pull a creased piece of paper from a drawer and give it to her to unfold. She peels it open and discovers that it is a picture of her. She looks up at me with a hesitant smile.

“What is this for?”

“The moment I saw this, I had to take you. I didn’t really care about the ransom. I wanted to claim you.”

She smiles brightly. “So I’m not the only weird one. You’re weird too.”

“Is being weird a major concern for you? You’ve been a lot worse than weird.”

“I don’t know. I think it’s a human thing. We don’t worry about being bad nearly as much as we worry about being abnormal.”

Our little conversation aside, I am still naked, and very much erect. And she is still in a state of wet undress and I cannot talk anymore.

I slide down on the bed beside her and pick her up to sit atop me, her legs spreading on either side of my thighs. She presses her hot little slit against my hard rod and grinds herself in a way that threatens to erode the last of my self-control.

When I look down between us, my cock looks massive and very alien compared to her soft flesh designed for human penetration.

“Take me,” she begs. “Make me feel good.”

“It might hurt at first,” I warn her.

“What doesn’t.”

I lift her up and press myself against the entrance of her tight human form, feeling her tender lips spread gently around me before the tighter, stronger sheath of her sex grips me. I look into her eyes and see how wide they’ve become. She’s flushed and pale at the same time, relaxed and desperately tense.

“Is this hurting?”

Astaria

It is hurting, but I won't tell him that, because it also feels the best I’ve ever felt. I want this. I owe it to the part of myself that fantasized about him, the part of me that spread her thighs and invited him in, and the part of me that knows the only way to get to pleasure is to go through pain.

I grab his shoulders and hold on tight, willing myself to relax. I know I can take him. I know I can…

“I can’t,” I whimper, stalling on his massive cock.

He helps me by toying with me in other places, his big hands keeping me high on his cock, his head lowering so his lips and his tongue can play with my nipples, lapping lightly against the sensitive buds. I can feel fresh flows of need slicking his cock as I start to slide down, taking him past whatever vestiges of physical innocence remain.

“You’re… I’m…”

“You're mine,” he growls. “My sweet human mate.”

He guides me up and down the shaft of his cock, slowly pumping me along his hard, hot alien flesh, over each and every one of the rough alien ridges that force my pussy to ripple when I pass over them.

I get lost in his gaze and his touch. I feel as though we are becoming ever more joined with every thrust, as if there is a melding between us. Some part of me always knew he was my destiny, the dark, terrible vicious part and the softer side of me as well. I have always needed a monster more powerful than myself, a force of nature capable of overwhelming me and keeping me some kind of safe.

I am sweating, beads of liquid tracing down over my breasts and down my stomach, between my thighs. It joins with the juices being stirred between us. A sense of intense pleasure is growing between my thighs, filling my abdomen, making my toes curl and my breath come in short, desperate gasps.

“I’m going to come.”

“You’ll come when I allow you to,” Blackmane growls. “Hold it, princess. Good girl. Let me fuck you. That’s it.” He encourages me with every stroke. They are getting harder and rougher. I am being bounced on his cock like a flesh toy, used by the alien warlord who rules over me.