Wild Beast: A Rough Sci-Fi Romance

“I have never… before…”

That’s all I have to say about being a virgin. I am tired of my purity. It does not feel pure. It feels like wasted opportunity and lost time. Something about this Vulpari alien has brought all my carnal feelings to the fore. He makes me wet. He makes me want to be fucked like an animal. And that’s exactly what he is going to do.

Volt growls, throaty and intense. “I know.”

With those two words, he plunges inside me. I feel my inner walls spread, the guardians of my outer lips wrapping around his alien cock as he takes me with barely restrained aggression.

There is pressure and perhaps some pain, but I am swept up in the moment and it does not matter. I am filled, a part of me that was empty for so long finally taken by a dominant, ravaging male who wanted me more than he hated me.

He curses and snarls, speaking in an ancient tongue that connects with my core. He is inside me, so completely and so deeply I feel myself being forever changed by him.

So this is what it feels like to be fucked. This is how it is to be joined at the core by another being who wants me so fiercely he is willing to risk his life to be inside me. He holds himself inside me so I can feel his flesh hot and urgent. This, I think, is a mercy. He is letting me adjust to the feeling of being filled, though he made certain it happened all at once.

“Mine,” he purrs, extending his rough tongue. He laps the side of my neck, all the way up the sensitive flesh from my collarbone to my earlobe. I feel my pussy clenching tightly around his cock in response to the surprisingly tender moment.

His.

I may barely know him, but I barely know anything in this world and on this planet. Everything I thought I knew exploded in one great horrible moment and this is what I am left with, the possessive alien embrace of a living monster beast.

His body is inside me. He has claimed me. I feel his cock throbbing and moving, pressing against my walls, seeking to stretch me more and more.

“Breathe,” he growls in my ear, reminding me again, just as he did when he punished me. I have been holding my breath without knowing it. “Relax.”

How do I relax with a massive alien cock splitting me open? How do I relax with the knowledge I have given myself to a beast who just spanked me and made me fucking love it? Relaxing is not possible. At least, I feel as though it isn’t. He holds me still until I do start to relax, until my tight inner walls are able to release their grip a little enough for him to move.

“Good girl,” he praises. I feel a hot flush of need and desire rushing from my inner core and coating him. I like being a good girl. I like the feeling of his approval washing over me and through me.

Then he draws back, his powerful hips pulling his cock from the confines of my cunt. I moan with the loss of his flesh, but I do not have to mourn it for long before he is back in one hard surging thrust. I cry out at the top of my lungs. The first stroke was nothing compared to this second thrust, which claims my pussy all over again. Somehow he is thicker this time. Is that possible? Is his cock growing every time it surges inside my wetness? It definitely feels that way.

Suddenly, his teeth are on the back of my neck. My mind flashes to his first intentions for me, how he wished death upon me. In this moment, his teeth sink in just a fraction, the very tips grazing the soft skin. My life is at his mercy. He could achieve his every wish in this moment, dispatch me without me feeling it. And here I am, a little beast of prey ready to give myself to him, delighting in the surges of pleasure and hormones that threaten to wash me away on an orgasmic sea all the way into a perfect oblivion.

But he does not hurt me. Even though he could. Even though I know he thinks he should. Instead he withdraws again and thrusts once more with a skillful arch of his hips, which makes the hard curve of his cock drive along the front wall of my pussy, finding parts of my interior I did not know I had. I scream and shiver, my thighs trembling as I am not just mated, but fucked.

From there I become his complete carnal captive. His thrusts are faster and more demanding than before. My lips grip his cock, which emerges from my pussy with every stroke wetter than when it went in. I grasp at the furs of my bedding, wailing and moaning, keeping the position he commanded me into, my hips high, my pussy a sweet sacrifice to his animal rage.