He is stroking my pussy as he speaks. This man is so fucking dangerous because he understands pleasure just as much as he does pain. Man. I just thought of him as something other than alien.
I let out a deep, shuddering breath. I want to say no. I know I should say no. I should pull away. I should stop him from touching me. I should reject what he’s offering. But what he’s offering is what I’ve wanted for longer than I dare admit, and turning it away feels like turning myself away.
“Yes.”
I can’t believe I just said that. I will not say it again.
But he does not need me to. He heard me. And now he’s going to give me what I just asked for. He moves over me, not shedding his clothing, but freeing the part of his anatomy that I need.
Foreplay does not happen, because it has already happened. The thrashing was the foreplay. The pain was all I needed to set me up for sexual arousal. There is wet need soaking between my thighs and I just want to be overwhelmed, made to forget. The pain will disappear soon enough.
He is on top of me. I remain face down, able to avoid seeing what I have consented to, able to perhaps pretend that what I’ve submitted to isn’t as monstrous as I know it is.
I feel the hard line of his cock rubbing the length of my slit. He is impossibly turgid, and as the underside of his rod rubs between my lips, making way for his entrance I can feel the ridges and scales. He’s not human, and I should not be letting him do this to me. I should be fighting him tooth and nail. Not lying here, parting my thighs, giving into an impulse that’s been driving me for longer than I dare admit.
I want a baby.
I would deny that I am allowing him to impregnate me to anybody who accused me of such a thing, but deep down I know the truth of my biological desire. I am not about to bleed. I am at the peak of my fertility, and my wetness has little to do with his punishment. It is my body’s attempt to make the passage of precious messengers of future life easier.
Yes, I had planned to do this alone with a vial, but Vial 22-B is a galaxy away. His seed is here. Now.
I’m going to let this monster violate the deepest part of me so I can finally know love. I’m going to do whatever I have to do to finally have a baby, to become a mother.
The head of his cock is at the entrance of my body, the tapered head sliding between my inner lips and slowly breaching the boundary of me and not me. I feel myself stretching, my insides molding around his cock, me becoming him for a brief and intense moment as his powerful hips maintain control over both our pleasure.
I thought this would hurt and that it would disgust me. I thought I would feel as though I was debasing myself. But all I feel is what I was made to feel, the intense and deeply proper pleasure that comes with copulating with a virile and powerful male. The politics of life are complicated, but there is nothing complicated at all about the way his cock spears inside me. I feel satisfied. I feel claimed.
He pauses, holding himself inside me. I feel his cock flexing, and if I am not mistaken, moving in a way a human’s penis never could. He is extremely alien, and I know there is something mad in allowing him to mate me. The Authority would declare this coupling an abomination. But they don’t know how pleasurable a rippling Dinavri cock feels inside. The motion of his muscular rod feels like being massaged. He is finding every bit of me and he is making sure I feel him in every part. This is a conquest, there is no doubt about it, but it is a conquest where the conquered will triumph.
“You are hotter, wetter, and more willing than I imagined you would be,” Sithren purrs in my ear. “You feel like an alien heaven. Such a pretty little thing, such a hot womb for my seed.”
I feel myself quiver at his words, and I know he feels my reaction too. My pussy grips him. My very core grabs him and pulls him deeper. There is a beast inside me, a wild female in heat begging to be bred.
There’s a snarl behind me, a rough response to the feeling he’s given me. We are two forces of intense energy rushing against and into one another. I lift my hips and I feel him sheath himself in me harder, faster, the greater urgency coming with the thickening of his cock. I have never been with an alien before, but I have had sex before. I know about the ebb and flow of energy, how the male must rush in and pierce the female and how the female then in turn engulfs him. As our passion takes over Sithren is the rushing, piercing force, and I am the eternal cosmic ocean, a hot, wet, never-ending void that grips unseen.