Harem (Alien Authority 2)
“What of it? What if that is exactly what I am?”
“Then I will treat you like one.”
He grabs me by the hair and pulls me from the dining room. Our argument has made him angry, and his words and thoughts have inflamed both our ardors.
“Make sure Tethys stays in the kitchen,” he snarls to a guard as we pass. This time he does not take me to the bedroom where all our matings have taken place. This time he takes me upstairs and out onto a balcony, where the men of the Dinavri world pass by.
“Clear the area!” He shouts down to those below. “I am going to fuck my human prize before you all.”
A cheer goes up and a crowd forms. He is going to make his point to me before the eyes of dozens of males who happen to be passing late at night, probably going out in the effort to seek mates of their own. Or not. I forget the Dinavri have no real dating culture. This is a world of men. A world I do not want to be a part of, and a world that has no real place for me.
Sithren bends me over the rounded railing of the balcony, letting my head dangle down toward the crowd. I am at least a dozen feet from any of them, but I can feel their eyes on me as I am draped semi-clad, my breasts threatening to escape the garment at any moment.
The Sithren who presents himself to his fellow males is a cruel and vengeful beast. He mates hard, without regard for anything resembling tenderness and foreplay. He means for this to be a punishment. He wants me to crave the gentler handling of earlier, but as he rams himself inside me, his rough and punishing cock stretching me beautifully wide, I let out a scream of pure ecstasy. The crowd mistakes it for pain and their cheers drown my cries out for a time as Sithren rails me over the balcony, my breasts bouncing, my red face clear to all those who look on. I am sure this will become another piece of propaganda to be used against the Authority. I don’t care.
Our connection is no less powerful for being celebrated before a crowd. I close my eyes and I focus on the feeling of his cock. That is what matters. That is what pleasures. The hot shame of observation does nothing to dull my enjoyment. My body is awash with heat and need, and shame is just another source of intensity. I live for moments like these, where ordinary existence is replaced with the unthinkable. I chose to become an Authority spy because I knew my life would be wild and unpredictable, that things would happen to me that had never happened to anybody else. I was insatiably curious, and this rutting is an experience I will never forget.
He means to punish me, but he forgets what I am, or he has never truly understood it at all. This might well be a horror of treatment for one of his dearly departed modest ladies who sat happily in the halls of his harem and brushed their hair and bore him ill-fated babies. I am made of something stronger, darker. I am worse, and better in a whole host of ways.
Sithren thrusts inside me, short and rough, punctuating his point with every pounding motion. “This is what you want? To be used and discarded? To be impregnated and left to your own devices? What sick morality has been instilled in you?”
It’s not morality. It’s a complete lack of morality. It’s not caring what I do or what happens as long as I am able to follow the base animal instincts that have been telling me to lift my tail for Sithren since we met. The same instincts that are telling him to keep me with him, under him, for as long as he can.
“YES!” I scream the word he doesn’t want to hear. I affirm myself as an amoral female in his eyes, nearly worthless in his culture. Yes. I want to be rutted. Yes, I want to be bred. And yes, I want to be left the fuck alone by the patriarchal fucker likes of him.
The crowd shouts with approval. They think I am screaming yes in submission to him. Only he knows that this yes is a no to everything he wants.
Sithren picks me up off the railing and drags me indoors, away from the crowd and their assumptions. Back to the bedroom we go. I am taken over his shoulder, carried like a thing and dropped on the bed. He stands over me, his cock still erect and throbbing, drenched with my juices. Sithren grabs me by the hair and pulls my mouth toward him, pushing his cock between my lips and using my tongue to clean himself of our torrid love. I can taste his seed and my own need there. It’s a delicious blend of absolute depravity and my still clenching pussy is throbbing with this rough attention.