Wild Beast: A Rough Sci-Fi Romance

Now it is happening.

One hunger is soon sated, and then a second hunger rises.

Volt lifts me from the floor and bends me over the table. There are howls and yowls from the assembled crew. This is not a sight they are treated to every day, but when they are, they enjoy every moment of it. He stroked me to orgasm before dinner, but he did not come himself. I should have known that he was saving me for dessert.

My thighs spread of their own accord, my hips arching, my cheek finding the cool surface of the table. It is polished to a high shine, and I know that when I am pulled back up from this position there will be an outline of my body there. My curves will stay on display after I am gone, my scent will hang in the air and the crew will partake of some small part of me.

Volt takes his time caressing me, sliding his hand up along my back until he finds the nape of my neck and curls his fingers around my throat.

“You have pleased me,” he tells me, his praise sending warmth through my body. “But you have yet to completely submit. You have yet to tell me the truth.”

I have stopped trying to argue with his insistences that I have lied to him. He believes what he needs to believe. I know what I need to know. I belong to him. Our bond was forged when we met, and no matter what might happen between us, or between our species, we are one.

I feel his hard rod between my thighs. He restrained himself earlier when we were alone, but Volt adores making a scene—and perhaps so do I. Is it shameful to be exhibited in all my sensuality? The first time he mated me before others I was certain I would never live the humiliation down. Now I feel a hot flash running through the very core of me knowing that I am being observed, my every reaction, every moan being seen by those who look upon me.

“Behold and bear witness!” He barely has to raise his voice to make it boom all around this great dining chamber. All eyes go to the captain as he has commanded. “Witness the breeding of this human. See how she submits to my Vulpari cock, draws my semen in, turns it into a whelp inside her soft belly.”

There is a rumbling, growling, predatory response from the rest of the crew. Animal eyes lock on me as I am treated as if I am nothing more than a beast, a bitch in heat to be mated. The captain’s cock slides along the wet slit of my sex, his fingers tighten on the back of my neck, and…

“Mngh!”

He surges forward, his cock plunging deep inside me, thicker, longer, rougher, harder than any human rod. I let out a gasp, which is quickly lost in many moans as he fucks me with these powerful, dominating strokes that go all the way to the sensitive neck of my womb, the once secret place now turned to his personal playground. He will use this part of me to make his pups. He will turn me from a free human woman into the mother of his offspring, and he will make me pay every moment he does it.

I writhe against the table, my juices spreading from my toyed and teased pussy. I slide back and forth with his every thrust, hissing and moaning, making all manner of shameless noises. My face is flushed brightly with the knowledge that this image will be emblazoned in the minds of the crew for a long time. This is a tale that will be told to others, passed among ships and worlds.

He slaps my already spanked ass, reigniting the hot flashes of pain that serve me so well as reminders of my submission. I wail and arch, and there is a laugh from nearby as the higher ranking officers see how I respond to punishment. He would never let them touch me, but he keeps very little secret from them. Even now, they can see the wet, messy place where his cock and the furry base of his muscular abdomen meet the soft lips of my sex. He pulls out slowly from time to time, unsheathing himself so that those with the privilege of office can see the way my human pussy lips grip his rough alien cock.

These moments leave me gripping the far edge of the captain’s table, feeling him lift my hips up now that my pussy is empty. I am truly on display, the parts of my body always intended to be private becoming immensely public.

I am lifted all the way up, turned around. He handles me easily. I weigh a fraction of what he does. He is all muscle and bone, alien rage and domination. I am soft human curves, a vessel for his lust and vengeful needs.