Wrecked - A Dark Sci-Fi Romance

“Stop,” he says, his voice deep and full of authority.

“Why? You didn’t stop!”

“I had to do that!” he snarls. “I couldn’t let them see how much I love you. I couldn’t let them see anything. Every time you test me. Every time you push me, you make it harder for both of us.”

I don’t care what he thinks he had to do. At every turn, Isu has made the choice that hurts me.

“You always say that you’re doing what’s best for me. But you never ask me. You just do things to me.”

“That’s because you’re mine.”

His. I wanted to be his so badly once, but then he handed me over and came back a monster.

“I’m not yours.”

“You know you are,” he says, kissing me roughly, taking my words away with his tongue, conquering my mouth the way he has conquered the rest of me, and left me helpless yet again.

“I have to seem ruthless, Aspel. That is how I maintain control of my men. I wish it was a way of maintaining control of you, but you don’t care, do you, little human? You would fight me no matter what.”

“You’re not pretending,” I say, my eyes filling with tears. “You don’t pretend to be ruthless. You are ruthless.”

He looks at me with those black eyes. Usually I get some sense of his mood by the movement of his face, but he’s gone blank. He doesn’t want me to see what is on his inside.

“The wyrm will construct caves over the next weeks, but we are already prepared to withdraw. Soon we will descend into the earth, and you with us. You will be sealed with me, Aspel. You will be mine. Forever.”

I wanted to be his forever. But now I want nothing more than to escape.

“Will you leave me chained here for weeks?”

“I will keep you beside me,” he says. “At my feet, on your knees. Where you belong.”

I hate the way those words make me feel. As much as I am outraged, I am also aroused. Where I belong is with him. I know it. The problem is he knows it too. Whatever this connection is between us, it is stronger than my hatred for being treated this way.

“I brought warm water and a cloth so you can clean yourself,” he says. “Do you want me to bathe you?”

“No,” I growl.

“Too bad,” he says. “I can bathe you, or I can spank you, then bathe you.”

“You can’t even be nice without being an asshole,” I say, earning myself a hard swat to my bottom as he pulls me up from the ground, sets me on his lap, and sets about cleaning the filth from my poor aching skin.

* * *

Isu

She is tense at first, but she begins to relax as I let the warm water run over her body. There are marks on her hips where I held her, reminders of how rough I was with her. She deserved it, even if she thinks she didn’t.

The men are satisfied. They saw the expression on her face, the ashamed loathing at having been so completely undone. They speak of little else than the way she was stretched around me, especially her tightest hole, that pink sphincter that took so much punishment and yet remains adorable, if a little puffier than it was before.

I wash her arms, her legs, her breasts. I push the cloth between her thighs and see her flinch. The human body was not made to be at the mercy of a beast like myself.

“Why did you come back to me, Aspel?”

She looks up at me, her eyes clouded with anger. “Because I’m fucking stupid?”

“I don’t think so,” I say. “You’re brave.”

“Brave? You’re trying to flatter me now?”

I am not trying to flatter her. It is the last thing I intend to do. She is a wicked little thing, and there is no doubt she should have stayed away from us. She brought her troubles on herself. I want to know why. Was it really such a simple thing as human love?

“No. You know I don’t do flattery, Aspel.” I squeeze her mound lightly through the hot, wet cloth. I am sure she is very tender there, but tender doesn’t have to mean bad. Increased sensitivity can lead to increased pleasure.

“What you do is…” She breaks off with a breathless little sound. “After everything, you’re going to make me orgasm?”

“I might,” I tell her. “Has anyone else been making you come, Aspel? Have you let any human men into your cunt?”

“Not that it is any of your business,” she pouts breathlessly. “But no, I haven’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I was always going to come and find you, you asshole,” she growls. Naughty thing needs another lesson in manners. But not right now. Right now I am teaching this pussy a lesson. I rub and I tease, gently, so as not to hurt her, but firmly enough that she cannot escape the touch of the cleaning cloth, and soon she is not trying to. She parts her legs, arches her back, and gives herself to me in that perfect human submission.