by Loki Renard
“And humans lived on Earth? They must have lived in a lot of other places.”
“Maybe,” I say. “This is why I want to know where you came from.”
“And in the meantime you’re teaching me all the things you were confused about,” she smirks. “In your scholarly exploration of the planet Earth, where you apparently visited many times, and still only seem to know about the food…”
“Oh I know about more than food.”
“Really?” Her expression shifts into one of curiosity. “What else do you know about?”
“I’m not the best at being human,” I admit. “I didn’t spend that much time on Earth working on social niceties.”
“What did you do?” She’s laughing, and in this moment she is so naturally beautiful there is nothing more I want to do than…
“This.” I cup her chin lightly in my massive hand, my claws extended but not touching her soft skin as I draw my face closer to hers, her skin so soft and delicate, my mouth so much larger and powerful, sharp fangs retracted as far as possible, I kiss her.
There is a moment of stiffness in which she doesn’t respond and in which I think I might have terrified her into paralysis, but then I feel her lips soften, her body relax and she submits to the kiss before becoming an active participant in it.
Lust charges through me, furious desire an animal I must contain within me. I can’t risk hurting her. She needs to be taken care of. She has to be gently and slowly brought into my way of being. With every breath, I have to fight the impulse to conquer and instead focus on caressing her, cherishing her, making her feel safe.
42
What is happening to me? I feel dizzy and tight and strong and weak all at the same time. His tongue is inside my mouth, tasting me, letting me taste him. It is strange, but primal and I feel myself sinking into his arms, letting my body press against his powerful form. Every harsh line, sharp ridge, dangerous shank has been retracted to allow me to be close to him.
This is one lesson I want to learn. The yearning inside me, a feeling I’ve had locked away inside me since I woke to my desperate reality, I never thought it had a purpose. I thought it was just another one of my useless desires that only lead to pain.
But he’s not hurting me. He’s touching me, caressing me. He’s casting a slow, elegant spell over my body. Tarkan is like no creature I have ever known. He is powerful enough to destroy me with a casual gesture if he wants, but he doesn’t want to hurt me. Sometimes I find myself flinching simply because I cannot believe that there is a single entity in all of creation that doesn’t want to hurt me.
“Tarkan…” I say his name softly as he breaks the kiss.
“Mmmm?”
I look up into those burning eyes, ablaze with the same heat I’m feeling between my thighs. “What did you do next?”
He utters a primal growl, a sound which reaches across the abyss between species and touches me right in the most intimate parts of my soul.
“What I did to them I could not do to you.”
“Why not?” I try not to let the disappointment show in my voice, but it cracks nonetheless.
“What I did with them was just instinct. What I want to do with you…” he leans closer and breathes my scent in. “Is so much more than that.”
I feel his fingers clasp me with a grip which is possessive, cherishing, and perhaps a little bit desperate. He draws me close and holds me with an intense embrace which makes every bit of evil I ever gathered inside me flee, the memories of captivity so distant in this moment it is as if they never happened at all.
His tongue is forked right at the tip and has a dexterous quality which soon comes into its own as he moves his head down my body, flickering that hot, wet fork over sensitive skin, drawing my nipples up into two taut peaks and teasing them until the hot sensations racing to my sex become too much to bear and I beg for him.
“Please…”
“Please what…” he smiles, letting me know he knows exactly what I want, but it’s not going to be that easy. He’s going to make me work for this.
“Please mate with me…” I blush at having to say the words, but his smile is reward for having said them.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs. “Such a hot, good, sexy girl. Reach down and show me where you want me.”
He wants me to show him my sex. I don’t understand why. Surely he knows where it is. An experienced lover and ravager of human females must know that. But he is waiting for me to do as he says. I reach down and I touch my pussy lips, feeling their swollen tenderness.
“Spread them,” he orders, his voice husky with dominance. Tarkan is always impressive, but he is not always hyper-controlling and orderly the way Reaper is. I didn’t know he had this side, this part of him that revels in control - the part which is even now keeping a firm grasp on my hair.
“Spread your legs and your pussy,” he clarifies. “Present your little hole to me.”
His words are crude enough to send hot flashes through my body, but I do as I am told. I am caught in his spell, following his directions to the letter, spreading my fingers and in doing so making myself completely vulnerable to him.
“Yes,” he rumbles. “Oh yes. That’s perfect.”
He is inspecting my sex, looking intensely and then reaching out and touching it with the very tip of his finger, tracing the dewy wet curves of my inner lips, building the sensation inside me very slowly, but also very deliberately.
A creature like him could throw me down and ravage me. He could be inside me already, his cock slamming into me without any regard for my pleasure. But that is not his style. He wants me to beg for it. He can see how I drip with need and still the only touch I am getting from him is that which comes from his fingertip, now circling slowly around my clitoris, just barely avoiding direct contact.
I think I might go mad if he keeps tormenting me this way.
“Uh uh,” he chides when I try to angle myself to get more contact. “Patience. You’ll have your pussy fucked soon enough.”
Another hot blush thunders through me, making that need all the more intense. While my pussy is driven into a state of intense need, Tarkan’s cock extends, thick and prominent, an organ made purposely by an evolution which intended for his kind to be able to unite with mine. I stare at it, wondering if I can take the girth, or the length. He is made on a large scale, one I cannot match. One my pussy is going to struggle to take.
“Don’t worry,” he says, teasing my clit with the very hard head of it, finally giving me some real touch. “Your tight little sex will stretch for me. You’ll take me long and deep and hard.”
The promise of having him inside me makes me clench in anticipation. He’s so close, teasing me devilishly, pulling the thick head of it down to the hole where my body quakes with need, and then sliding away again before he pushes inside.
“Have you mated before?”
“I don't know,” I answer breathlessly. “I think, if I had, it wouldn’t be anything like this.”
“No,” he agrees, running the hard ridge of his rod over the petals of my sex. “No, it wouldn’t be.”
He is taking his time with me, but our need is hot and immediate and I cannot help but arch my hips and present the tight little aperture between the folds, the place where my body is telling me to take him.
“You are mine,” he says, a clawed hand reaching around my head to grasp my hair. “And after this, you will know it.”
With that statement, he presses forward, my soft human flesh giving way to his hard alien rod as he teaches me the only lesson I want to learn: how it feels to be fucked by him.
Inch by inch he sinks inside, claiming me slowly and with perfectly intense purpose. I feel every bit of my pussy having to adjust for him, as he makes this conquest by degrees, spreading me wider than I thought I could go.
“Quit wriggling,” he orders firmly. “I want you to stay still while you feel my cock inside you for the first time. I’ll let you know when you can squirm your cu
nt all over me.”
I gasp and I moan, trying to keep my pussy still for him. How does he manage to make this so pleasurable and torturous all at the same time?
“Keep holding it open,” he growls. “Reach back under your legs and hold them spread.”
Again, I do as I am told, and again I am rewarded, this time by a slow plunging motion as he rocks his massive hips back and forth, urging just a few inches of his massive rod in and out of me with the tenderness of a sweet lover, and the control of a master.
“Look at it,” he breathes, drawing out slowly, letting me see my juices glistening on him. “You’re perfect, do you know that? You have a tight, hot, sweet little cunt, and I will enjoy claiming it until you no longer wonder who you are and where you belong.”
With that, he pulls out to the tip and slides back in deep and hard, testing my capacity for a rougher pace.
“Keep those legs spread!” He insists, pressing my knees back wider, putting me in a lewd, open position where we can both see his alien cock sluicing in and out of my puffy wet lips, my human juices making him gleam with shining conquest.
He is inside me. One with me. I do not know how it is his massive body could ever adjust to fit me without tearing me in two, but though I am stretched, I am not sore. This feels good. More than good, it feels utterly transcendent. I feel as though I am learning what my body was truly made to do.
I can tell Tarkan is holding back. His power is too much for me. I could never contain him if he were to fuck me as roughly as he is capable of doing, but he is finding his stride, driving in deeply and then pulling out almost all the way before reclaiming my clenching sex all over again.
I lose all track of time as he fucks me, mating with me, sharing juices with me. His mouth covers mine in kisses which are rough and sweet and everything in between, and he makes sure I stay in the position he wants me in, holding me in place when my legs start to tremble from the effort of trying to stay up while the hell is being fucked out of me.
Rougher, harder, he takes me with intense thrusts which make my entire body respond, my toes curling, and my nipples hardening, my mouth open in a near continuous wail. Every thrust seems to bring a new peak, and when he presses his thumb above my clit and holds it there, making the little bud stand erect and exposed with each fuck thrust, I lose all control, bucking in the effort to try to get full contact on that tender button which is just waiting to be pushed and send me screaming into an orgasm to end all orgasms.
“Please… Tarkan…. please… oh… my… yes… there… yes…”
He flicks my clit softly with the pad of his thumb just as he thrusts inside me with a powerful stroke, and my world explodes.
“42. Are you alright. Baby. 42. Talk to me…”
I open my eyes to find myself curled in his arms.
“You passed out. Are you alright?”
His look of concern is adorable, and understandable. I don’t know how long I lose consciousness for, but I know that I am not the same woman I was before. The rush of pure pleasure which just consumed me changed something inside me. I am joined with him. He is mine. I am his. There is no distance or time that can separate us now that he has been inside me.
“I’m so good,” I smile.
“Don’t get up,” he says, pressing me back down as I try to ease myself up from the bed. “You’re weak. We shouldn’t have done that so soon. I wanted to wait…”
“You wanted to wait? So you always planned to mate with me?”
“Yes. As long as you were receptive.”
It’s too late to pretend I might not have been receptive to him. I have wanted him from the moment I first laid eyes on him, and since knowing him, that desire has only grown. Even now, lying in the aftermath of our love, covered in his seed, I feel that yearning growing again. It’s arousal, but more than mere lust, it’s something far more powerful and lasting. Love. Goddamnit. I love him.
Chapter Five - Leashed
Tarkan
“I’ve got something,” Reaper says. He sounds excited. I’m too tired and too perfectly sated to be excited. It has been far too long since I experienced the sweet orgasmic qualities of human flesh and I think I will be high for days as a result. She was so good. So perfect.
“What is it?”
“That tattoo of hers. The computer finally finished running it against all known stellar systems.”
“Running it against the what now…” Orgasm is like a drug, making me particularly slow and stupid.
“You were right. It is a map. The system is a long way from here, and this war bucket isn’t going to get us there. I think it’s time we got a new ship. A bigger one.”
“You mean one with room for two women on it?”
“And a hyper-stellar drive, but yes. That too.”
“Where are we going to get a ship with a hyper-stellar drive? Most of those are commercial freighters, and they don’t carry scythkin. We definitely can’t trust them with the humans.”
“We do have some credits left from reporting Earth,” Reaper says. “That might be enough.”
“They actually transferred those?”
“Mhm.”
“Let’s go shopping.”
Buying a ship isn’t as easy as just going to the ship store. It means going to a trader, and finding a trader that is willing to sell to scythkin isn’t easy. Can’t go to a scythkin trader, because technically, Reaper and I are dead.
That means we’re going to a dark market dealer, and dark market dealers are known for being less trustworthy than Elbublians, which is saying something. I let Reaper deal with the sourcing details, I’m still concerned about 42.
“Leave the girls on the ship,” Reaper says as we slip into orbit around a small asteroid.
“Do you really think that’s wise? Two humans, alone on a vessel?”
“We can contain them both separately.”
“Really. One of them is a force of pure chaos capable of taking anything apart, and the other is 42. Someone has to stay and supervise them.”
“Actually, if we’re going to trade this vessel in, we’re going to have to bring it with us. Which means we need to keep them with us.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Last time we let One out, she ran away, and 42 is completely unpredictable, even to herself.”
“Then they’re going to need to be restrained.”
“I cannot tie her up again.”
“Then sedate her.”
“Can’t sedate her, she’s had enough sedatives in her life.”
“Then cage her…”
“Nope.”
“Well they’re going to want to inspect our ship to appraise it, and we’re going to need to move the women from one ship to the other. So we have to do something, Tarkan.”
42
“You want me to wear what?”
He is waving what looks like a skinned animal at me, though he’s already explained that it isn’t a skinned animal, but it still looks too much like one.
“It’s a suit that will make you look like a small animal,” he says. “We need to disguise you for a little while. Better not to be seen as human.”
“I don’t understand…”
“I’ll also need you to wear this…”
He’s dangling a leash.
“No!”
“The suit is going to make you look more or less like a guard beast, so you need to be leashed. And maybe crated.”
“Tarkan, no. No. No. No…”
I’m still saying no when he comes and puts his hands on me, picking me up under my arms and lifting me to his face.
“I know this is a lot,” he says gently. “I know this frightens you, but it’s safest, most secure way of transporting you. You’ll look like you’re a pet on a leash, but it will only be light leather connecting us, and I promise, as soon as we’re on board the new ship, I’ll take the leash off.”
I want to tell him to go and throw himself into the nearest sun, but there’s
something about the way he’s talking to me: asking, not telling. Requesting, not forcing. I know he could make me do this if he really wanted to. I wouldn’t be able to stop him.
But still. It’s a suit that’s going to make me look like a small, fuzzy animal. And I’m going to be leashed, again, like an animal. I have only just started to feel like a person, to even know what a person is, and now I have to give it all up so they can buy a spaceship.
“Only for a few hours, right?”
“Only for a few hours,” he promises me.
I must really love him.
Getting into the suit feels strange. Not uncomfortable, definitely not painful, but very strange. As the fake skin covers my body, I feel myself slipping down to fit it a very weird way. I’m still myself inside here, but I’m also not myself. The suit has its own capacities, and now that I am wearing it, they feel like mine.
The collar closes around my neck. I expect to panic the moment I feel myself restrained, but instead of being scared, I find myself liking it, just a little. The thick leather clasps me around the throat and holds me firmly but gently.
Tarkan gives a light tug on the leather.
“How does that feel?”
I try to answer, but the only sound that escapes my lips is a growling sort of barking sound.
“Good puppy,” he smiles down at me.
I feel a warmth suffusing me, a feeling of being cared for and cherished, which makes no sense. I should feel silly and scared, but even when Tarkan gives the leash a tug and has me follow on after him, I feel good.
I guess I’m used to being an animal. It sort of feels comfortable, like slipping into a role I didn’t know I could enjoy. I shake myself to try to clear my mind of the thoughts, but I end up tossing my body over to the side. Four legs are supposed to be more stable than two, but the fact that I’m showing Tarkan my belly right now means that’s not the case.
“You’re adorable,” he chuckles. “Look at yourself.”
He leads me over to a mirrored surface so I can check myself out. I don’t know what I thought the suit would make me look like. Fluffy, I guessed.