Instinct A Dark Sci-Fi Romance

This time, when he comes, I will be filled with his seed. I will be at risk of impregnation. My body will be vulnerable to his seed and I could commit the greatest sin in the eyes of the Patron and those he serves.

“Please,” I moan. “Don’t come in me.”

His breath rasps in my ear, his cock surging inside me over and over. He has no intention of pulling free. I know he will flood me with his cum. I know he will fuck me near senseless, leave me weak and writhing in his arms.

He pulls free—for a moment. And then I feel his cock push back inside my pussy, spreading my inner lips once more. He pulls all the way out again, and then lets his cock push deeply forward. He is making me feel what it is to be claimed over and over. His fingers are still deep in my ass, two digits keeping my anus spread. I barely notice that lewd intrusion now that he has made my vulnerability even more complete.

My pussy is eager for him, wants him deep. Every time he slides out, I feel my inner walls clenching, wanting him again. I need this. I need him. He is punishing me. He is making me feel pain and shame and still I cannot stop craving him.

My ass burns, my inner walls clench and quiver. I tremble in his arms, lost to his lust.

He ruts me long and hard, his hips slapping against my ass as his cock plunges inside my tight pussy. My hands are grasping at the dirt, clawing up grass and earth, my knees staining as I am rocked back and forth on his dick.

“You will show respect. You will do as you are told. You are not in the stars anymore, star girl. You are here. With me. In the dirt.”

He pushes my face down toward the ground, my cheek smearing across the soft earth and I come, screaming a broken orgasm into the core of this planet. I expect at any moment to feel his cum inside my pussy, to know that he has claimed me in that final, immutable way.

At the last minute, Zion pulls his fingers and his cock free and the cum does not fill me up, but splashes over my seared cheeks. He growls his orgasm, rubbing his cum into my bottom, leaving me sticky with his seed yet again. Of all the things I need, a bath is fast becoming the most urgent.

“I thought you were going to come inside me…”

I make the comment as he pulls me up from the ground and wipes a smear of mud from my cheek with the palm of his hand.

“You haven’t earned my seed, girl.” His blue eyes glint down at me.

“So now I have to earn it?”

“You were just begging me to spare you. I did, and now you want it.”

“No, of course I don’t want it!”

He laughs and I curse him, but it makes no difference. He pulls me up over his shoulder and carries me down the mountain, two of my holes still pulsing with the energy of his lust, and one proclaiming my deep and abiding loathing of him and all things on this damned planet.

I hate the things he does to me, but most of all, I hate the things he makes me crave.

Chapter Nine

Zion

We do not immediately return to the village. I have left my mark on this girl and my scent is beginning to ripen. She slept adorned in my cum last night and now I have covered yet more of her in it.

There are hot springs not far from here, a place where the villagers go to bathe. She doesn’t deserve a bath, necessarily. She has not behaved herself at all well. She has put herself in danger, she has been disrespectful, and she has gone out of her way to anger me. But I will look after her even when she doesn’t deserve it.

She swears in her star tongue all the way to the rock pools where the water bubbles from the core of the world. Some of them are dangerously hot. Others are comfortable. It is important to know which is which.

“Don’t ever use the baths with the red paint at the rim,” I say. “They are the baths we use to cook and clean. They will boil you alive.”

She curses at me as I set her on her feet and take her by the arms. She must listen to me. She must understand. This world is full of dangers.

“Tell me what I just told you.”

“The baths with the red paint will boil me. If I’m stupid enough to jump into hot water,” she repeats after me, adding more than a little attitude to her response.

“You have done nothing but throw yourself into hot water since I met you.”