“Relax.”
“No robot sex!”
He gave me a deep wet kiss. Our tongues slid together briefly. He pulled back with a final moist peck.
“Trust me.”
“Ugh.” I puffed out my breath and ceased resistance.
After the whole episode with Inga he’d dropped hints he was hurt I hadn’t trusted him enough to tell him about Aquars earlier. He knew I regretted keeping secrets from him, so he never confronted me. Trust remained a sore spot for us and the phrase became his trump card. Once he said it I had to give in.
Elentinus rubbed his hands over my breasts. He teased my nipples with his forefingers until even the areolas got wrinkled and perked. My breathing grew deeper. He climbed off me to sit with his back against a pillow. I was drawn into his lap with my back against him and legs open. His cock pushed between my legs, against my damp slit, and rubbed up and down. I closed my eyes to focus on the smooth organ mashing my clit. In a short while his cock gleamed with my wetness.
“Kang,” Elentinus said softly.
My eyes opened and I tensed.
“Stay outside the curtain. Stick your appendages up underneath it.”
“What would you like first, master?”
Was he talking slower than usual?
“Your choice.”
I heard a metal creak and then the whirring of a little motor. A long tentacle covered in metal rings snaked under the curtain and onto the bed. The solid tube was the diameter of my wrist, but was tipped with something barely the width of my index finger. It looked like a long rubber feather. Elentinus grasped it right below the attachment.
“Lovely. An anal tickler.”
My eyes widened. “Oh my God, Elentinus.”
His fist clutched all my hair at the nape. He pulled so my face tipped back to look at him.
“’Elentinus’ is it?”
I met his severe gaze with a disrespectful sneer.
“Yeah. Elentinus. Or how about Elen-dip-wad?”
He threw me over his lap and gave me the vigorous spanking I was after. His strikes weren’t full strength. I’d get red, but never bruised. He hit just hard enough to leave tingly heat over both swells of flesh. The slaps made my toes curl and hole clench. I loved the thrill of being completely in his power. Elentinus had this erotic dominance that I’d never grow tired of.
Once I’d been sufficiently disciplined he rubbed both sensitized cheeks. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy. It was like the spanking had brought all my endorphins to the surface of my skin and now he rubbed them free. The massage gave me rapturous shivers and a heat in my stomach. He reached under to rub the bisected mound between my legs. I hissed and my shoulders jolted.
“Lubricant,” Elentinus said.
A thick warm liquid dripped out of the tube onto my ass. I tensed up with anticipation. Just as I expected, Elentinus started rubbing the lube against my tender asshole. I kicked the bed with both feet. My tingly hole sent shocks of ecstasy through my whole pelvis. The nerves there were so sensitive after a spanking. My nipples felt hard as rocks and my clitoris was twinging. I had to grasp the blankets with both fists to keep from wriggling free.
He worked his finger inside of me, something he’d done enough times before for there to be very little pain. This just amplified the ticklish pleasure. My face contorted.
“Ahh!”
“Turn it on, Kang.”
My eyes widened at the sound of buzzing. I looked back and saw that the anal tickler thing was vibrating so fast it was a grey blur. Elentinus pulled his finger out of me and I gasped. I clung to the mattress with all my strength to brace myself.
It buzzed against the wrinkled opening of my hole first. My face contorted once again. I felt like my nerve endings were getting overloaded. I couldn’t resist clenching all my muscles.
Elentinus still managed to push the oiled thing inside me.
“Ahhh! Uh!”
I started kicking the bed again. The vibrations were tickling all my neither regions. I felt a droplet escape my slit. The pleasure riot was way too intense. I tried to roll free, but Elentinus clutched my hip. He drew the toy in and out of me for half a minute, mashing it against every delicate nerve ending.
“Uh! I can’t…! Ngh!”
“Alright, Kang. Switch it off.”
The thing became still inside me. My muscles slackened and I tried to catch my breath. Pleasure throbs still wracked my tender backside.
Elentinus pulled it out. He shoved his hand into the hood of my cooch to feel how wet I’d gotten.
“Hh!”
I was so worked up I could have spontaneously orgasmed right on his hand. Fortunately, he pulled it away. Elentinus lifted me to sit with my back against him as before. His hard cock was stretching out on the bed between my legs. He started rubbing my breasts with both hands.
“Give me something for her front. Something that doesn’t penetrate.”
“Certainly, master.”
The first tube slide off the bed while simultaneously being replaced by a second one. This time the metal tentacle had a shiny black ball the size of a baseball on the end.
“Ready to come?”
That thing is going to be vibrating against my…? I couldn’t even handle the thought of it.
“No!” I snatched it before Elentinus could. “Turn it on, Kang.”
It almost jerked itself out of my hand once it kicked on. I held onto it with both hands and put it against Elentinus’ cock. He gasped hard enough for his chest to push out against my back. His hands moved from my breasts to grip my shoulders.
I slowly rubbed the vibrator up and down the length of his shaft, taking care not to bump my cooch with it. Elentinus started squirming and grunting behind me. After a minute of the careful torture I could hear his teeth chattering.
“Grah!”
He bent up his cock so that it was nestled against the lips of my cooch again. I could feel it tensing and shuddering against my clit. I managed to keep my focus and rub the ball up the underside of his shaft. I could feel the intense vibrations through his cock. My clit and hole got a prickly buzz of pleasure. I squeezed my eyes closed. It was hard not to get as crazy as Elentinus was right now.
My arms kept stalling with loss of focus. I set it on the bed against Elentinus’ groin bulge. This sent a constant buzz up inside me.
“Keep it…keep it pressed against here, Kang,” I said.
“Ngh!”
Elentinus squeezed me around my stomach. His cock started gesticulating in the snake whip pattern. He kissed my neck desperately, then craned his chin back.
I let out short staggered breaths. I was feeling that tickle that came before orgasm. It was lingering, giving me wave after wave of pleasure. I tried to keep as still so I could to sustain it.
“I’m going to—“ Elentinus said.
“Yeah,” I said.
He knocked Kang’s arm off the bed and lifted me up onto his cock. My hole started to spasm before he’d finished penetrating. He clung to me tight and thrust upwards with fast violent strokes. My orgasm got more powerful. I whimpered in helpless ecstasy. Elentinus growled through his own climax. He kissed my shoulder and groped at me through the animalistic cries. Semen dripped down onto the bed.
I went slack against him afterwards, but he remained lodged inside me.
“May I offer you something more?” Kang said.
I winced. “No.” I leaned back to look into Elentinus eyes. “All I want is you. Just keep fucking me.”
He cupped my face with his hand and gave me a passionate kiss. Then he steered me to lie down on the middle of the bed and climbed above me.
“You’re dismissed, Kang,” Elentinus said.
I heard him whir away and smiled. I wrapped my arms around Elentinus shoulders and joined our lips. When I broke away I looked into his eyes with my moist lips parted.
“You’re all I need,” I said.
He caressed my hair several moments while staring deep into my ey
es. The loving gaze made me feel fluttery inside. He leaned down to respond to my words with gentle kisses.
Alien’s Bride
Lisette
Alien’s Bride: Lisette
Jorenkis stomped into the laboratory with enough force to agitate the delicate specimen on Prax-Denay’s micro unit. He managed to stay focused on the short-lived bacterium despite his jaw tensing in anger. His superior was not only late, but deigned to invade the most delicate area of his lab.
“Let’s talk, Prax. Come into my office.”
“Later!”
“No. Now. And if I were you I’d watch my tone.”
Prax-Denay clenched his teeth and tried to focus on increasing his magnification. “This specimen is only vital for twelve segments. Stop disturbing me, you moron.”
“I really couldn’t care less about whatever you think you’re doing,” Jorenkis said. Prax-Denay knew this was true enough. The young aristocrat had very little concept of what went on in the lab. “Put it aside and come into my office. I’ve decided you’ll need to accept castration if you wish to continue your research.”
Prax-Denay lifted his head from the instrument slowly. An icy feeling seeped into his stomach and then regurgitated back upwards to turn his saliva cold. He looked at the spoiled blond Dak-Hiliah whom he’d been forced to work under. Jorenkis stood with his arms crossed.
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh? You’re going to listen now? Your precious specimen not so damn important after all?”
Prax-Denay looked back at his equipment and tried to reason through his hysteria. Jorenkis was joking or toying with him. He had to be. How could anyone be so glib about dismembering another Dak-Hiliah?
But Jorenkis’ caste were the loudest advocates of Etiken castration. His manservant Shay-Henker had the procedure. Prax-Denay’s own brother had submitted to it. Perhaps Jorenkis’ constant revulsion toward him had been because he’d defied that perverse custom. Was his superior truly so insane?
“Why?” Prax-Denay said.
“Another scientist is joining this lab. An Earth slave. A female.” Jorenkis lifted his nose. “You’re supposed to be focusing on the physiology of Dak-Hiliah and human hybrids now that we’re interbreeding with them. This woman is apparently some biology expert.” He sneered. “You obviously can’t be around a female…intact.”
“Why not?” He was yelling. The fool made his blood boil.
“Really, Prax? You know why. And I’m not referring to the old stereotypes. Our sacred druid decreed—”
“The decree from Druid Archment applies to Dak-Hiliah noblewomen! Not human slaves! And only manservants get castrated. I’m the greatest scientist our people have ever known!”
“Oh, spare me your egotism. Archment said Etikens may only breed with those within their caste. If you leave the Etiken district you should be castrated. That’s the only way to make sure our former high druid is obeyed.” He drew a long breath. “Now, concessions were made for you because you’ve apparently produced some work of merit. Women are practically extinct anyway. But then, here we are. A woman is coming to the lab. She’ll be working with you. It just has to be done. It’s irresponsible for me to allow you to be around her otherwise.”
Prax-Denay’s chest heaved as he listened. He felt himself nearing hyperventilation.
“This is a good thing, Prax. I know from my experience with Henker that castration really helps with temperament. Your anger will finally get under control. Maybe it will help with your attitude, also.”
“Shut up!” Spittle sprang forth with the shout. “Don’t claim you’re doing this to obey the fucking druid and then jabber that bigoted drivel!”
Jorenkis scoffed.
“I refuse! It’s a monstrous request—“
“Monstrous for an Etiken to get castrated?”
“—And if you had any decency you’d know that!”
“Then I’m shutting down the lab.” Jorenkis shrugged. “You can go back to the slums.”
“Go ahead and try! The High Council will never allow it. You answer to Matoranis and he knows how important my work is. You’ll shame yourself for even mentioning this request! You think our new compassionate druid is in favor of Etiken castration? This could be just the catalyst to get this damned abomination finally banned forever.”
Jorenkis groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. “Of course you have to make things difficult. You’re like a child. You throw a tantrum every time I order you to do anything.”
Prax-Denay trembled with anger.
His superior huffed. “Fine. I won’t pursue it.” His eyes narrowed. “But let’s get one thing understood: this woman, scientist or not, is a potential bride. I’m claiming her. We’re as good as married. Got it?”
“That’s a violation of the surrender agreement with Earth.”
“It’s not a violation if she’s willing. I’m going to charm her into marrying me. I expect you to be your normal abhorrent self so she’ll hate you as much as I do. And keep your Etiken hands off her. I see so much as a pat on her shoulder and I’ll accuse you of trying to seduce her. I’ll have you shot with a sedative and under a robot surgeon the same day.”
Prax-Denay spoke through his clenched teeth. “Then I’ll have you shot—with a laser straight through your smug racist head.”
“Psh. No you won’t.” He turned on his heel and left.
Prax-Denay still trembled. After several moments he forced himself to check the specimen. Of course it was dead.
There was no need of a second scientist in his lab. She was just an excuse for Jorenkis to subjugate him. He loathed the thought of a bumbling slave meddling with his instruments. Even worse was the threat she represented. How could Jorenkis speak of castration? He was disgusting.
Prax-Denay wasn’t some lowly manservant and nor was he the animalistic sex fiend his ancestors were unfairly portrayed as. He was the discoverer of Instajant vaccine. Every Dak-Hiliah, nay, nearly every species in the universe, owed him a debt of gratitude.
Hopefully Jorenkis would hurry up and marry the human wretch so the repugnant threat she represented to him could be removed.
When the slave colony leader Dugan told Lisette that Lord Elentinus wanted to see her, the small woman didn’t panic. Lisette knew she’d always been obedient. There wasn’t any chance he wanted to punish her with one of those hideous force field collars.
As she walked behind Dugan out of the massive Quonset hut containing her bunk she wondered if Elentinus was displeased because she wasn’t pregnant. A quarter of the women in the slave colony were supposed to be pregnant at all times. This caused her some distress. She’d love to be married, but the women outnumbered the men in the colony two to one. A mousey dark-haired woman like Lisette, who was short and past 30, couldn’t hope to compete with the colony’s plentiful supply of curvaceous younger women.
Elentinus was seated at one of the white plastic folding tables in their meeting house. His cruel-looking servant was with him, but Lisette couldn’t take her timid stare away from Elentinus. The Dak-Hiliah had blue skin with snaking crimson markings and horns like a billy goat. All that aside, he was gorgeous: hulking and muscular, with wispy white hair framing the handsome face of a god. Lisette had never seen him this close. Yes, she knew he was married to a woman everyone referred to as ‘the traitor,’ but he still made her heart go pitter-patter.
“Lisette Bellamy,” Elentinus said while gesturing to the chair before him. “Please sit.”
He spoke to her in English so she was able to obey at once. She adjusted her simple brown dress to sit on the folding chair before Elentinus and his servant.
“Leave, Dugan,” Elentinus said.
Lisette’s hair pricked up on the back of her neck.
“No.” The portion of Dugan’s face not covered by his full beard turned red. “You tell me what the Hell you want with her. This girl hasn’t done a damn thing wrong!”
Elentinus’ auburn eyes gleamed at D
ugan in a way Lisette could only describe as evil. She hugged herself in her seat.
“Why must you always quarrel with me?” Elentinus said with low sharp words. “I’m not accountable to you. I can do whatever I wish to her, or to you. You’re slaves.”
Elentinus’ servant brightened with a hideous smile. “Well said, master!”
Dugan looked as though he verged on tears. He bared his clenched teeth a moment then looked away as though seeking an answer to his desperation. The next instant he dropped to his knees. He prostrated himself further onto his hands and lowered his head.
Elentinus’ brow rose.
“Please, master,” Dugan said. His voice was choked with emotion. “Please don’t do something awful to this poor girl.” He paused to snuffle and catch his breath. “She ain’t done nothing wrong. Nothing!”
Elentinus’ servant cackled with laughter. Elentinus kept his eyes on Dugan. The edge of evil had left his expression.
“All right, Dugan. You’ve touched me.”
He looked up. One tear streaked his cheek.
“Lisette was a biologist during the war. I merely wish to put her skills back into use.”
Lisette’s eyes widened. Going back to work was almost as good as getting married.
Dugan wet his lips. “She’s going to be doing science down here?”
Elentinus looked away from him. “I’ve already told you more than you need to know. Leave us.”
Dugan hesitated, but then climbed to his feet, gave Lisette’s shoulder a squeeze, and left. Lisette looked at Elentinus meekly once he was gone.
“You won’t be ‘doing science’ in the colony. You’re going to a laboratory on one of the Dak-Hiliah home worlds.”
Her stomach seized. She was leaving the colony? He was sending her into outer space? To one of their planets—where she didn’t even speak the language? Where most of the women were extinct, and where there were only hordes of desperate alien men—who were all probably as big as Elentinus? She’d be raped, more than once, and by more than one man.
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