She was not afraid to fully expose herself. I glanced at her from the top of her head to the small patch of hair between her thighs. A unique creature she is. Her feistiness arouses me. If she could have only seen how much she enticed me then she wouldn’t—
“No. She is meant to be a meal and nothing more.” I reminded myself mentally. As she walked closer to me, her scent filled my nose. I almost forgot the barrier was there. It was difficult to maintain my composure. Her breasts are so large, with the mouth I am fashioned with, it would not fit. Its just enough to suckle on.
Suck. Sucking. Her thoughts are of sucking….me.
I balled my fists to keep my erection down. Forcing thoughts of an undesirable nature to keep it in its sheath. The only other alternative was to verbally insult her to keep my erection from making itself known.
I spit the words out at her and each one was a dagger in my chest. The wounds from the attack earlier burned my back with such intensity I gritted my teeth together. I should have walked away. I tried to walk away but her sultry voice beckoned me back and I further added to the sting I was bearing.
I hated to see the tears form in her eyes, to watch her lip tremble and know I could not comfort her in any way.
I wanted to break the glass and have her then, but she was rambling on about the robot and calling him a name. Why are humans so obsessed with naming things?
I listened as long as I could. I watched with nerve wrecking discomfort as she stood there yammering away about nonsense. Why do the Earth females care so much for things that do not concern them?
The image of her milky brown skin is still in my mind. Her stance one of defiance. I cannot and will not tolerate defiance aboard my ship. She will learn her place just as the robot has.
I enter my chambers, changing into the Earth attire for sleeping, black silk shorts and a sleeveless shirt. The soft cushioning of my bed was just like the creature, it teased me to enter its soft folds and let myself enjoy the sensation. I have no time to relax. There were too many things I need to be focused on and the creature with the mouth-watering breasts and succulent legs was not one of them.
MAX
My Captain sent me to find out what Mireya was doing. She didn’t eat her nutrients from last cycle. I gently tapped on her barrier wall.
“Miss, are you asleep?”
“Go away.”
Her voice was scratchy. Hoarse. She may have been expelling tears again.
“Miss, I have more nutrients for you.”
“I don’t want any.”
“Miss, if you are to make the journey, you need your nutrients.”
I stepped inside the room. The way she had the light it was too cold in her area. This is not healthy for her, the coldness of space would put her to sleep and she would freeze.. I glanced to her more and she was fully clothed on the bed in a fetal position.
“Gradual warmth, soft light.” I said.
“I can’t believe he would torture me that way.” she sobbed.
“Tortured? You have not been tortured.”
She sprang up in the bed facing me, her eyes bloodshot red from crying. There was an ashy trail along one side where the tears dried. It was disturbing to see her in such a way.
“It was torture to have me spend time with Abby then feed her to me. It was disgusting.”
“Oh, I see. But is it not similar to how you consume meals on earth?”
“NO! We are not able to talk to our food.” She lashed out to me.” I’m sorry Max. I didn’t mean to shout at you. Its not your fault.” she sighed.
“I understand. Would it be a benefit if you could talk to your food?”
“No, it wouldn’t. We as humans get attached to things, to animals, and when we have a bond, watching the animal die is painful. Having to eat it would be…”
“What you just experienced?”
“Exactly.”
I made the move to sit on the side of the bed and she moved her body to make room for me placing her arms in her lap.
“I believe I am beginning to understand your culture a little more.”
“Yeah, it’s a shame I’m going to be someone else’s chicken pot pie.”
It took a few moments for me to understand again what she was saying. A few rotations of my circuits and I felt the need to know more about humans. Since this would be my only moment to have with a cooperative human I wanted to learn as much as I could. “Mireya, I’m curious about the ways of earthlings.”
“How so?”
“If you permit me, I overheard the conversation you had with my Captain, the way the human male was treating you, is that a normal way to treat the women of Earth?”
“Max, you were eaves dropping.”
“I was. I apologize.”
“No, it’s okay. I was teasing.” She fumbled with her fingers again. “Warren was a special kind of man. If there was one to be taken to a home world and eaten it should be men like him.”
“You would want him to be in your place?”
“No, I wouldn’t wish this on anyone. I was saying he wasn’t what real men on earth are supposed to be. Real men are protective of the women they have and wouldn’t do what he did to me.”
“I see. And why did you allow it?”
“I believed the lies he told.”
“Lies?”
“Yes. See I can’t stand it when a man lies to me. When he doesn’t appreciate some part of me, then tell me, don’t lead me to believe you admire me or even love me.”
“Love, what is this love you speak of?”
She looked to me puzzled by my words. “You do not understand love?”
“It is not a necessity where the Captain and I are from.”
“Love is needed everywhere. In some small form you have a love for your Captain, just as he has for you.”
“I do not understand.”
“You refer to him as ‘your Captain’ and not just Captain. You have a feeling for him. You wouldn’t want to see harm come to him?”
“No, I would do what I could to prevent such a harm.”
“So you have a love for him.”
“Oh, I see. The need to protect him is a love for him.”
“Yes, and I am sure he wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”
“I believe so. Yes.”
“There, you have an understanding of love.”
“Did you not love the man of your Earth?”
“I did but the love was not shared with just me. See there is a difference. A person can say they love you and not really mean it.”
“You mean he lied about his love for you?”
“Exactly.”
“Well, my Captain, has been honest with you when he said you were to be part of a celebration. Do you not appreciate his honesty?”
She glanced at me. I noticed the change in her brain activity, the chemical reactions in her body. Her eyes slowly drew from mine as she shuffled her fingers.
“I appreciated his honestly but he didn’t have to be so blunt about it.”
“You did not care for his tone of words.”
“No. I did not. I mean he could have found a different way to say all the things he said about me or just not said the part about eating me at all.”
“But then, would he not be lying to you if he didn’t tell you?”
She adjusted her body, licking her lips then wiped a wet part of her face. “See when it comes to telling a lie, there is a way to do it where he wouldn’t be lying but omitting information. If I don’t ask any further then he wouldn’t be caught in a lie later.”
“I see.”
She sighed and my sensors were picking up on her fluids. They appeared to be dropping. Her mood was changing.
“Thank you Max. You have been a real friend.”
“Friend?”
“Yes. A person I can talk to. Confide in.”
“Yes, friend.” I nodded. “Well, hopefully these will help you to feel better.” I placed the small tablets in her
hand.
“What is this?”
“It is a supplement. A compressed form of the food you normally would eat.”
“You mean when I take the pills it will get larger in my stomach making me think I ate the meal?”
“Yes.”
She took the pill chewing on it then swallowed. “Not bad Max, meatloaf.”
“Will there be anything else you need?”
“If you can find me some more grass it would be great.”
“Grass? I do not believe earthlings eat grass.” My research of human history doesn’t show the Earthlings consuming the protein rich soil. This may be of interesting news to my Captain if she is able to sustain such a meal.
She giggled. It was nice to see her smile. She placed her warm hand on my shoulder and I sensed the soft happy thumps of her heart.
“It was a joke. I meant a salad. With lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers.”
“Ah yes. Salad. I will see.”
“Thank you.” She grinned to me. Then she leaned to give me a hug. Another Earth custom. I got up to leave her quarters feeling better that she was happier.
I went to the storage area phasing through the barrier to make a salad for Mireya. The right amount of different types of lettuce, then the vegetables with a mixture of nut and a berry.
“This should be pleasing to Mireya.”
“What are you doing? You were instructed to just check on the female.” My Captain mentioned in an angry tone standing in the doorway of the barrier..
“I am Captain. She wanted substance other than the ones she believes you tormented her with.”
“I didn’t torture her. I was merely showing her…”
“In essence Captain, you did torture her. She was in shock from the bonding of the animal and then showing it to her on a plate for her to consume was too much.”
His face frowned to me. He rested his hand on his hips. “Wait, why do you care? I told you not to get attached to her.”
“I am not attached to her Captain. She is my friend.”
“Friend?” he snorted shaking his head. “Can’t you see she is manipulating you?”
“I am not able to be manipulated Captain, this is part of my programming. She is merely sharing with me the information of her planet. I find the females of Earth most intriguing and the data I collect from her will be helpful in future trips.”
He thought for a moment nodding. “So you are just getting information from her, collecting data.”
“Yes Captain. Will there be anything else?”
“No. carry on.”
“Yes Captain.”
I placed the salad in the clear cube securing it before I walked off leaving my Captain to his thoughts. “Captain?”
“What robot?”
“The Earth female did happen to mention how she had wanted for the male who treated her badly to be taken and served to a hungry planet. But then she changed her mind about him.”
“Interesting.”
“It is Captain.” I went about going back to Mireya’s chamber where she was sitting on the bed making musical sounds.
“What was that sound you were making?” I asked her.
“I was humming a song my mother used to sing to me. It’s so boring in here, I needed a distraction.”
“And this song distracts you?”
“Yes. Most anything would distract me from the inevitable fact of me dying soon. I don’t have a television, music or any books to read.” She sighed. “I miss my library.”
We do have some devices in the storage areas that she could use. It wouldn’t harm anything if she were to borrow it for a moment and I do believe the Captain brought some of her things onboard.
“I will see if I can find something suitable to keep you distracted but only if you eat.”
She smiled again, her body giving off a radiant warmth.
“Yes Max. I will eat.” She took the salad from the cube and began eating it. The first few bites she did slowly but then after she ate vigorously.
“Oh this is good Max. Thank you.” She mumbled to me.
“Very well then. I will see to some entertainment for you.”
She was quick to lean over and give me a kiss on the cheek. It was a strange sensation, one which made me care for her even more. As I left her chamber the kiss she applied to me was absorbed and my sensors were evaluating the contents to give my Captain a proper report. It only took a few seconds for me to know why Miss Mireya may be special to the Suuwok.
“I must tell my Captain.”
MIREYA
I was awakened by the force of air being pushed out of my body. When I tried to move, a hand at the back of my neck, held me in place. My panties were ripped from me and my screams were muffled by the pillow.
He told me he couldn’t breathe my air, how the hell did he get in my chamber?
“Ahh, Mireya my lovely morsel,” he purred in my ear. “Your performance earlier was arousing. I will show you what happens when you tease me.” Von growled as his tongue licked over my ear. Shocked by his actions I tried to wiggle from under him. He placed himself between my legs and I groaned from the pain of being pried open in the same way I would do a split.
He grunted getting into position while I was fighting poorly to get him off and I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t able to move more than my head.
His hands were at my waist. Other limbs fondled my arms stretching them outward holding them in place. I sensed the rubbing of his erection against me and inhaled not prepared for such a forced entry. I still couldn’t move my head, then it occurred to me, one hand was at my neck, two holding my wrists, another ripped my panties and two were at my waist.
How many hands does he have?
“You are very moist, for such a frightened creature.”
He rubbed my entrance then eased himself inside. I gasped at first then lost my voice when I felt myself being ripped open, literally.
This was unnatural. It was painful. Resembling slamming your finger in a door. The burning sensation I experienced as he was going in had my mouth hung open to scream but couldn’t. He removed his hand from my neck and replaced it with the weight of his body. His breath was hot, damp with a foul metal scent. Blood.
I was gagging, thinking he tortured and killed some poor beast then came to lash out at me. I could barely breathe he was so heavy. His grunts were displeasing to hear but the insertion was growing ever more agonizing.
“Von, please.” I begged in a breathless whisper. “It hurts. I can’t breathe.”
I felt the cold wetness of fluid on the sheets, the burning sensation turning into a numbness. He released the grip on my neck. I could lift my head for air. He moved within me again, a little further. My nails dug into the sheet, threatening to bend back past the meat of my fingers. The ripples of his abs against my back were similar to a centipede crawling on the ground. He was slimy, moist and sticky. He passed his tongue along the nape of my neck, around to my ear and I shuddered when the slick thin meat slid inside.
“I dare not enter you fully, it would kill you and I still need to get you to my home world.” He moaned sounding as if he was aching.
The sharp thrusts in my stomach made me crunch my face and when I was able to gasp for air, I let out the one word I could. “Fuck.”
“Yes,” he breathed out. “This is a fuck Mireya, and I am going to fuck you royally, my Empress.”
He rose a little above me, his hands gliding across my back and to my hips. Another pair sliding under my shirt fondling my breasts.
“Such tightness, such a wonderful feeling.” He panted.
I was worried about bleeding to death, possibly dying doing the one thing I would enjoy when I was on Earth. With my hands free I gripped the bed tightly, swearing as much as he kept going. I panted, moaned, and let out hollowed screams.
He was pleased with my cries, the pressure in my womb tightening. My body was reciprocating to his motions, turning to pleasure, and I wanted more. The sm
all thrusts were not enough, he needed to go harder, deeper.
“Fuck me Von. Fuck me harder!” I shouted.
He bent his body over me. “As you wish Empress Mireya.”
There was pressure on my lower back, hips and legs.
“Hold still, this will hurt.” He stated proudly.
His hips moved quicker, the ripples coming rapidly. My hands lifted, palming out pressing against the wall.
“Yes, more. More!”
I shook my head, then tilted it back. My clit was being rubbed uncommonly, as if he had a French tickler, or ribs on his erection causing me to go berserk. His arms went under mine holding me in position. His chin dug into my shoulder, as he moaned in my ear.
“I can’t stop myself, your body feels too good. Oh sweet heavens Mireya, you are such an excellent woman.”
His words were a soft rumble before the intense growling began. My eyes widened at the sheer force of his first thrust, my lungs felt the pang of it. His grunting sped up to the point I thought I would be torn apart.
He made a deep hissing sound then within seconds I felt my skin pierced by hot sharp points. His teeth were digging into my shoulder.
If you have never been stung by a snake before, I highly recommend avoiding it with all possibility. Compared to a dislocated shoulder, it hurt like hell.
I gasped hard, then strained holding my breath in from the pain. Trickles of blood oozed along my shoulder blade soaking the pillow then the sheet. The crunch of bone made my nails dig into the wall.
Hesitant breaths escaped me, tears fell from my eyes. Is this what his species goes through to have sex? I can’t imagine a female actually enjoying this type of pain. But then again, we do entertain ourselves with whips, chains and other things. Their females must be made to endure such roughness.
His head moved and the hotness of his breath burned my eyes more. He grunted. I suffered the first pulse then an erupting burning sensation, identical to sitting in a tub of scolding hot water. The sting had me biting the pillow, then another pulse and more burning.
“Not yet Mireya, not yet.”
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