Despite her vulnerability, Levvi couldn't help but smile at the naked hunger in his face. "It looks like I've pleased you already."
He blinked and drew back. Levvi bit her lip.
"Yes," he said. "You have." He shook his head. "I did not realize... I thought my master was being fanciful when he told me he wanted a female he could seduce. Though it is nothing for us to coerce a female of another species to pleasure us, he is..." He trailed off and a smile graced his lips. "He is fond of the literature and films of other species that depicts the process of seduction. He has a rather large collection."
Levvi felt one brow rise. "So you're saying he likes porn?"
"And romances. There is no romance for the Kurazi, but I believe the pleasurable feeling of power over another being is magnified if there is a challenge to it." Again his eyes traveled over her body. Her nipples tightened and her cunt grew hot at his gaze. "Persuading another to be a willing participant, without the use of our minds? I thought he was being whimsical in his old age," Laqir said. "Now I see that he had the right idea."
His desire for her was plain. Levvi squirmed in her restraints. "Laqir..."
He moved in and knelt, pressing his forehead to her belly. The long, shimmering fins tickled her skin, and she felt him tremble.
"You are meant for my master," he said, his harsh voice rumbling through her body. "It would be improper of me to take joy in teaching you these things." His hands floated up and gripped her hips in a rough, cool embrace. "But I believe I will, all the same."
Warm breath drifted over her stomach as he scraped his hands around her ass, dragging them over the back of her legs. She tried to part herself for him, to allow him inside, but her bindings held fast. Her back arched, pushing her pelvis out to meet him, but he did not take her wanton invitation.
She wanted him inside her.
“Laqir, please...”
He paused, his face pressing harder into her belly. “Don't, sah'li,” he begged at last. “I cannot. He may watch us even now. You are his. I am simply your instructor.”
His confession only stoked the flames of desire licking at her heart, but she could not bring herself to ask him again. If he feared his master's reaction, then she would not press the issue, no matter how much she wanted to. She would take what enjoyment she could from his instruction, and let it lie.
Laqir gathered himself and stood. Again he spoke in his own language, the melodious sound falling through her ears and down her spine, tingling all the way to her toes. Next to him, a dresser-like object emerged, melting from the wall and solidifying.
Opening a drawer, he rummaged through it. Levvi strained to see, but the walls were high. Finding what he sought, he withdrew a long, soft piece of cloth. "For your eyes," he said. She licked her lips and held very still as he covered her eyes and she descended into darkness.
Now she only had her other senses to tell her what was happening. Without her eyes, the foreign smell of the ship—sharp and cold, and again she thought of snow she had never seen—invaded her head, and her heart, already hammering out a staccato beat, fluttered. She was well and truly beyond help. Laqir could do anything to her. He would do anything to her. It was the price of freedom, and she would pay it gladly.
Cold fingers ghosted against her hot, slick entrance, and she shivered, struggling to bring her thighs together, but the bindings held fast.
Perhaps she was going to pay her price a little too gladly.
"The Kurazi male demands submission." Laqir's voice buzzed over her ears. “Complete and total. Whatever I wish to do to you, you must comply.”
Oh god, yes.
He moved, and the air shifted, gliding over her exposed flesh, and then his hands were running over her stomach, tracing the firm muscles there. Crooking his hands, he scraped something sharp against her skin—claws?—and she gasped at the sensation.
“Your skin turns red when I scratch it,” he observed. “It stands out against the pale white. Perhaps I should write my name. Make you mine.”
“Laqir...” she said.
“Hush,” he whispered, and then, quick and precise, the sharp claws were digging in low on her belly. A sting of pain slipped through her arousal, growing more and more intense, until she cried out. Then his warm, wet mouth and cold lips were on her stomach, soothing the wounds he had made. Gently he licked over the scratches and Levvi sighed, arching into his touch.
“You are beautiful possessed,” he said, drawing back. “I will bind you.”
“Bind me more?” she asked.
There was a silence, and then he slapped her breast. Light, delicious pain shot through her and she moaned. “Silence,” he said. “Submit to me.”
She didn't want to submit. She wanted him to slap her tit again. “No,” she said.
Again he spanked her, a little harder, straight across her nipple, and she gasped as her pussy grew hot and aching. “Submit,” he commanded, and his voice was harder.
“Never,” she said, hoarse and breathless.
He slapped her again, then again and again, until her whole body jumped and twitched, straining against the bonds, her breasts bouncing, and when he stopped she was soaking wet between her legs, her creamy arousal coating her entrance and her ragged gasps filled the small room. She heard him inhale through his nose.
“You are aroused,” he said, sounding surprised, then pleased. “You like to be punished for your insubordination.”
Her breast was burning with the aftermath of his assault, and she had to force herself to bite her lips lest she push him too far. He certainly hadn't hit her hard enough to leave a mark, but she didn't want to test his boundaries too much. If he was hellbent on training her, she would have plenty of opportunities to try his patience.
“My master told me that some human women enjoy pain with their pleasure. Perhaps you are one of them? Speak.”
“If my partner is good enough,” Levvi replied.
“Mm,” Laqir said. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“The let's see if you're up to it,” she replied.
Something clanked together, and then cold, hard metal grazed the nipple of her punished breast. “I will prove it to you,” he said, and then the metal opened, clamping down on her nipple, and Levvi squirmed.
Laqir chuckled and placed a clamp on her other nipple. She felt as though her whole body was being lifted up by her nipples, jutting toward him, begging him to make her feel the pleasure she knew he could give her.
“Perhaps you would like to defy me more?” Laqir suggested. The rumble under his words, the weird flanged sound, was rougher now. He wanted her to defy him.
Levvi kept her mouth shut.
Two cold fingers suddenly pushed into her pussy, slipping inside, well-lubricated with her juices, and the shock made her shriek. Deftly, claws pinched her clit, and she moaned as behind the blindfold her eyes rolled in her head.
“You love my hands on you,” he said, spreading his fingers out, picking up a sudden pumping pace. “I wonder if any pathetic Earthling male has ever satisfied you?”
Not the way you could, she thought. His fingers worked her cunt, and she moaned in frustration. If only he would fuck her.
“Don't worry,” he said. “I know other ways to please an Earthling female. But you must do exactly as I say.”
Levvi bit her lip, then nodded. Anything.
Without warning, his hands left her pussy and the bonds around her arms loosened as he untied them. A pang of loss went through her. She had loved being tied up.
She needn't have worried. Laqir said Kurazi males needed to bind their women to mate, and he set about doing just that. Long, soft ropes looped around her wrists, and cold, rough hands on her body moved her, manipulated her into the position he desired. With each acquiescence to his demands, his breathing grew more and more ragged. In the end she stood with her hands tied to her ankles, folded in half, her ass in the air. Would it count if he fucked her in the ass? Would his master disapprove of tak
ing her anally? She hoped not. Every time his hands came close to her pussy, he dipped them inside then dragged them out again, leaving cool wet trails of her sex across her thighs and ass cheeks.
“Stay,” he commanded, and she stayed. Footsteps on the floor, the shift of air again. Another drawer opening, and when he returned he shoved three fingers into her pussy. One quick pump, two, three. Levvi moaned when he withdrew, and then cold metal closed around her wrists and ankles, inching her feet apart until she was almost uncomfortable. A spreader bar.
“Your sex is slippery,” Laqir said, almost casually. “How many fingers do you think it could take? Speak.”
“I... I don't know.”
One finger slipped into her pussy, curling. He withdrew it. Then two. Then three.
“Four?” he wondered.
Levvi swallowed as she felt cold fingertips sliding over her entrance. Her breath came hard and shallow. Her hair fell around her face, brushing against her cheeks, and the muscles of her legs were starting to protest her position. Then Laqir worked his fingers inside her and she forgot all about that.
Her pussy stretched around him, her body opening for his touch. When at last his fingers were buried inside her to the hilt, he slid his thumb over her quivering asshole.
“I like to see you like this,” he breathed. She felt him move behind her, and then he was kneeling between her legs, and something damp and cool and hot at the same time flicked her clit. His tongue. Then hot lips were closing around her clit and he sucked it into his mouth.
Levvi shrieked. The power of his mouth was incredible. Blood rushed to her pussy, engorging her clit, and when he retreated she swore it had to be twice it's normal size, full of raw nerves and exposed to the sudden assault of his tongue as he flicked and rolled it around in his mouth.
A shiver ran up her legs as he withdrew his fingers and set up a quick, tight, pounding pace inside her slick channel. His free hand reached down and fondled her breasts, plucking at the clamps on her nipples, giving her light slaps, driving her need higher and higher as he circled her clit with rapid strokes of his tongue.
She was consumed with the cold fire of his touch. Her pussy burned, her breasts tingled, and her body sizzled and sparked with the mounting pleasure coiling tight around the base of her spine. She grunted and groaned, clenching her teeth and willing herself to be as quiet as possible lest she scream a demand, cry out something that would cause him to punish her. She was getting close, so close—
Without warning, Laqir stilled. Levvi quivered around his fingers, the sound of her ragged breathing loud on her ears. The blackness behind the blindfold was torture as he retreated, his tongue leaving her pulsing sex alone and unfulfilled. She trembled where she stood as he withdrew his fingers from her pussy.
Had he gone too far? What did he have in store for her?
She heard him stand up. His silence weighed down on her, unbearable, as the seconds ticked past.
Cold fingers returned to her pussy and she relaxed, but they did not linger there. Instead, he gathered the slickness of her juices and slid them up and over her ass, massaging the tight ring of muscle with lubrication. The tips of his fingers pushed through, dipping past her puckered entrance before pulling back again, ensuring she was well and truly wet.
His clothes shifted, and the large, cool weight of his erection, freed from the confines of his trousers, bounced against the cheeks of her ass. Slowly, he circled the head of his cock around her tight hole, slathering his own lubrication over her.
Through the fog of arousal, Levvi tried to think. Did anal count as sex? Was this allowed by his master?
He would punish her if she spoke. But she didn't want him to lose his head.
“La—Laqir?” she said.
The head of his cock—shaped differently than a man's, but still delicious all the same—stabilized and began to press into her ass.
Her body responded to his invasion with hunger. She needed him inside her in whatever way she could get it. But still...
“Is this all right?” she asked him, breathless.
He paused. “He wishes to watch,” he said after a moment, his voice queerly flat.
Mind control. She'd suspected it when he came in to her room, his body hunched and held all wrong, but now she was sure of it. The Kurazi could control other species—why not each other? Then the thought shuddered and dissolved as Laqir angled his cock against her and entered her ass.
It was just as she imagined: every glorious bump and ridge she had felt when she had blown him in that alleyway inched into her ass, stretching her out. Her body twitched and spasmed with pleasure as Laqir filled her up. She couldn't take it, wanted it so badly, and it was delicious. Her pussy spasmed around nothing as he entered her, but her ass took him as far as he would go. She'd played with ribbed toys before, but none of them had ever felt like the living flesh of an alien cock gliding into her ass. As he started to thrust, Levvi felt the coolness of his flesh deep in her belly, filling her up with a strange, pale fire. The lubrication on his cock burned cold on her ass cheeks, and almost immediately dizziness overcame her, sweeping her feet from under her.
Levvi swayed, suddenly drunk. She giggled, then laughed, tumbling through space as Laqir pounded her ass with his cool cock. It felt amazing. Then something cold teased the entrance of her pussy, working its way in. Like nothing she had ever felt before, it twisted and writhed inside her, like a snake, like a tentacle.
His tail.
Oh, yes.
His cock slid roughly through her insides, and the dizzy, drunk feeling intensified. The universe narrowed down to a pinpoint: her ass, his cock; her pussy, his tail. He fucked her, quick, sharp, hard, and she strained back into him as far as she could while bound, moans dragging from her mouth, her breasts bouncing as he pounded into her. He was nearing his climax. She could feel it somehow, and she gave herself over to sensation. Rough, sweet, delicious, he dragged her pleasure out, plumbing the depths of her body with his cold invasion, and she responded to him as she had never responded to a human man.
She wanted him in her pussy. Not just his tail, but him. She wanted his sweet, sticky spunk inside her womb. She wanted all of him, and she couldn't hold back any more.
"Laqir!" she shrieked, skating on the border of pain and pleasure, her body taut with anticipation as he stroked her higher and higher. Then his tail twisted and curled inside her pussy, scraping over her g-spot with quick, rhythmic strokes, and she lost it. Her orgasm clamped down on him. She felt as though her body were sucking him inside, deeper and deeper, until he disappeared inside her, slick and cold, but so, so hot. Her tight pussy clenched around his tail, and it lashed inside her, pushing against her inner walls until she felt as though she were going to burst. In her ass, his cock filled her to capacity, and as her asshole squeezed around his cock, he grunted and groaned.
A cold knife sliced through her insides and she gasped, but almost immediately she was too delirious to care. She was falling, floating, flying. Her legs wouldn't hold her, and cold hands clamped around her hips, holding her up as he pumped his alien seed into her ass. With each quivering thrust of his hips, more cum spurted inside her and she grew colder and more ecstatic. She was slipping over the edge of a cliff, plummeting to the rocks below, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Her ass burned with pain and pleasure, and her pussy trembled with the echoes of her orgasm with each twitch of his tail inside her.
Laqir spoke, singing commands to the ship around them, and she heard movement. His cock and tail slid from her, and she collapsed. Before she hit the floor, he caught her, scooping her up and depositing her on soft blankets. The bed.
Drunk on his cum, Levvi thrashed, straining against her bonds. The softness of the blankets on her bare skin was almost too much. Inside she was lit up like a blowtorch, her pleasure slicing through any pain or injuries she may have sustained in their fucking. Cold cum burned on her thighs, but she lost herself in the feeling. The sharp, sweet scent of his seed fi
lled her head, and she sighed, her head lolling. The blindfold around her eyes loosened and slipped as she reveled in hedonistic joy.
Laqir floated in her field of vision, his dark eyes huge, like holes into space. He loomed over her, gentle hand skimming against her skin as he untied her bonds, until at last she was free and able to stretch out. She rolled in the blankets, luxuriating in the soft mattress.
There was nothing like this on Earth. Stone, concrete, rags, ancient pillows—all had been her beds before, but nothing, nothing was like this. With a wordless plea, she reached for Laqir. His figure was blurry. The whole room, so white, so bright, melted together.
Cool hands smoothed against her forehead. “I fear I may have done you some harm.” Laqir's voice, so rich and varied when she was sober, now took on extra dimensions, rubbing over her skin like fur. Levvi wallowed in it.
He settled on the bed next to her, rubbing her arms and legs between his cold hands, until feeling returned to them. She was sleepy when he was done. He felt good. She wanted to lean into him and fall asleep, but she couldn't seem to get her limbs under control.
Her eyes fluttered. Dark, light. Light, dark.
Warm blankets settled over her nude body, and she lost herself in the sensation, rubbing, rolling over them, until, somehow, sleep overcame her, and she slipped under.
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To be continued in Her Alien Master: Galactic Concubine, Part 3!
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