His Human Conquest

by Stella Rising

  “Vol!” she screams, clasping her hands around me to hang on. “Oh, my god, put me down!”

  “I don’t think so, pet,” I say, reaching over her back to give her ass a smack. “It’s time we had a little talk.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Jillian

  Vol carries me all the way back to his quarters, where we start making out the second the door shuts behind us. Whatever talking he wants to do, it’s going to wait.

  He kisses me with a passion I’ve never seen from him before. Despite the calm he presented in front of anyone else, I think he feels shaken. Did our close call with Bradley really get to him? Is it possible he has some emotions to process after killing a man, and he wants to distract himself with sex? If so, I wouldn’t really complain—but I want to know for sure.

  “Vol, are you alright?” I ask, pushing him back just enough to make him listen.

  He smiles as if I’ve just said something silly. “Of course. Aren’t you?”

  I laugh and groan as he nibbles my neck. “I’m fine. But you’re not… upset about Bradley?”

  He stops kissing me long enough to sigh. “A little, but I did what I had to. I’ll get over it. Why, is something wrong?”

  “No, just wondering what all this is about.”

  Stripping off his undersuit and showing off his gorgeous, scarred chest, he pulls me in for a soft, tender kiss. Rubbing my back, he hugs me close.

  “Back at the summit, I told you I love you, and you said you love me. With everything going on, we didn’t have a chance to enjoy the moment. So, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to make up for that.”

  “Oh, Vol,” I say, sniffing as tears run down my cheeks. “Hell yeah, it’s okay.”

  He laughs again and kisses me one more time, then he starts pulling off my clothes. It takes only seconds for him to strip me completely. I reach for his pants, but he takes my wrists in his hands and stops me.

  “Wait a minute, pet. Spread your legs. Arms out at your sides. Let me have a look at you.”

  Feeling the ache between my thighs, I do as he says. A group of telerings emerge from a cabinet and seal around my wrists and ankles. Biting my lip, I watch as they lock into place, shivering happily as the cool metal quickly grows warm. I’d been wearing telerings for so long, at the summit I felt naked without them. Feeling them again comforts me, as though an irritating imbalance has been righted.

  “Lie down on my bed, pet,” he orders. “Face down.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Eager to comply, I climb onto his massive bed and lay my head on one of the impossibly soft pillows. Ever since the summit started, I’ve ridden a nonstop adrenaline rush. Fatigue sets in quickly as I close my eyes, even though the last thing I want to do right now is sleep.

  “Wake up, pet,” says Vol. “You’ll sleep well soon enough.”

  “Yes, sir,” I mumble, trying to obey, though it’s hard when his bed is so inviting.

  Then I feel a slap across my backside, and I shoot up, startled by the sudden sting. His hand’s imprint smolders, making my heart pound and my pussy clench with need. “What was that for?”

  “To wake you,” he replies, swatting my cheek again with his palm.

  I gasp, savoring the sensation. It hurts, but I’ve endured much worse, and it gets my juices flowing. He spanks my ass again, eliciting yelps and groans as my body aches for more. Seeing the effect it has, he continues, occasionally probing my clit to get my engine rumbling a little hotter.

  When I’m more than fully wound up, he drums on my cheeks with both hands, slapping until he has to stop me from kicking out my legs.

  “Am I being punished, sir?” I ask, gripping the sheets in my fists, relishing the burn.

  “No, pet. This is purely for the sake of turning you on.”

  “You can’t punish me if I haven’t done anything wrong,” I pout, grinding my hips, hungry for release.

  Vol grins, caressing my ass, then fingering my drenched pussy. “I’ll make you a deal, Jillian: I’ll stop doing it when you stop liking it.”

  Oh, fuck.

  He knows me too well.

  “See, I could spank this pretty ass all day long,” he says, swatting my cheeks while driving his fingers in and out of my soaked crevice. They slide in easily, and my walls grip them greedily, hungry for more. I’m delight by every inch of his thick, strong digits, though my body knows they’re just to warm me up for his massive cock. “And if I’m about done conquering Earth, I’m going to have a lot of free time on my hands.”

  Whining as exquisite pain and pleasure swell inside me, I try to imagine what it would be like to spend an entire day like this: just me and Vol, playing with my body until we’re both exhausted. It doesn’t sound like something I’d want to pass up.

  “I’d like that, sir,” I moan, trying to press against his fingers, but all I get is a sharp smack on the underside of my already sore rear. Tendrils of pain arc through my body, and my jaw drops in a whine as I try to process the sensation.

  “Don’t take what isn’t given, pet,” Vol chides, pulling out his fingers.

  “Sorry, sir,” I say, swinging my hips back and forth, hoping to entice his digits back in.

  “Get up,” he says. “On your knees.”

  I resist the urge to mumble in annoyance as I comply. Spreading my legs, I set my arms behind my back and lift my chin, providing a perfect pose for my master.

  “Very good, pet,” Vol says, tickling my side. I giggle and twitch a little, but I keep my composure.

  After pacing around his bed, soaking in the sight of me, he retrieves a pair of Yckjer clamps. I whimper as he takes his time, holding my breasts before fastening the clamps tightly on my nipples. Though I wince from their cruel grip, I keep my breathing and posture steady.

  “Impressive, Jillian. You’re really working for that reward.”

  “Yes, sir,” I say.

  He cups my breasts, thumbing the clamps, eliciting electric jolts. I look down at his tormenting touch, but voice no displeasure. I trust Vol’s going to give me what I need if I demonstrate good discipline.

  To test me further, he lets go of my breasts and turns me around by my shoulders. His fingers are warm and wet with my juices, and I can feel it on my skin wherever he touches me. Then he pushes me down on the bed, forcing me to stick out my ass. The cool air feels good against my still throbbing cheeks, but a moment later I feel the leathery lashes of a flogger draped across my rear. Vol starts swinging, lighting up my ass with a rapid series of quick slaps. Whipping back and forth, he smacks my rear on each side until my squeaks and sighs turn to cries and gasps.

  “So pretty,” he says, brushing his hand across my bruised skin. “You’ve gotten so much tougher since we met, Jillian.”

  “Thank you, sir.” A few months ago, I never would have imagined feeling pride at being able to endure a thorough spanking. I would have denied the very possibility I might enjoy servitude, especially to an alien conqueror. Maybe I should be scared of the person I’ve become, but it all feels so right. I won’t deny what I crave, no matter how strange it seems.

  When Vol finishes with the flogger, he wastes no time in plunging two thick fingers into my tight ass. Sighing from the intoxicating pleasure, I focus on the feeling of being filled. However, Vol only gives me a little taste; after just a quick fingering he withdraws, leaving me clenching at nothing. Thankfully, I don’t have to wait, unfilled for long. He picks out a thick plug and presses it against my bud until it slips deep inside. I groan from the large intrusion in my rear, wiggling a little to feel its presence.

  “Up,” Vol commands. “Back on your knees.”

  I comply immediately, my pussy soaked in anticipation. Replacing my arms behind my back, I feel the telerings activate, ensuring I maintain the position Vol desires. As I watch, he finally pulls down his pants, revealing his fully erect cock. Seeing it standing up straight and bulging, I giggle, realizing that whatever he’s got planned, it’s going to take
a while. He grabs me by my sides and drags me forward until I’m at the edge of the bed, then holds his staff with one hand and my hair in the other, bringing them together. Opening my mouth to let him in, my lips barely spread wide enough to admit his extraordinary girth. I moan at his delicious, salty taste, inhaling deeply through my nose as his flavor overwhelms my senses. I can feel his cock throb against my tongue, as pleasure no doubt spreads through his body.

  Sucking as hard as I can, I take in as much of his incredible length as possible. My open throat allows him to drive in deep, and I don’t gag—I’m too well-trained, at this point. I could pleasure him like this for hours without complaint, and someday I just might; with Vol’s stamina, I have no doubt he could last that long, content to enjoy the feel of my lips and tongue. Like a good pet, I look up into Vol’s eyes as I work to please him. My submissive panting stirs his lust, and I can feel his cock throb. I know how much he enjoy having me filled at both ends, and that only makes me like it more.

  Still, as enthusiastic as I am about serving, my pussy aches for release. Instinctively squeezing down on my plug, I also suck harder and harder, hoping to bring Vol enough satisfaction that he grants me my reward, in whatever form that takes. Sooner would be better, though. However, after what feels like an eternity of intense effort, he shows no sign of reaching climax.

  Whatever it takes, I remind myself, pushing even harder.

  “Okay, pet,” he says, gripping my hair tight. He holds my head still, preventing me from bobbing on his cock, but it keeps his length inside me until I start to squirm. “You’re doing an excellent job, but there’s more progress you can make.”

  He lets my fidgeting get more desperate as I struggle to keep his length inside without gagging, then finally lets me go. I cough him out, saliva dripping down my chin, but I quickly recover.

  “Yes, sir. I’m happy to learn.”

  Smiling, Vol wipes off my face, then turns me over on the bed, setting me down on all fours. “Good,” he says, getting in bed behind me. With his fingers he spreads my glistening folds, chuckling at how soaked I am. Then he drives in his cock, filling me so completely I scream. With a plug still lodged in my ass, I feel impossibly stuffed. I gasp, clenching down on his slick rod, ready to feel it plunge in and out.

  “I’m so proud of you, Jillian,” he says, stroking back my hair. “And I don’t mean for this—I mean for what you did at the summit. It may not have gone how we wanted, but you were so brave the entire time. I’m never going to forget it. The world is never going to forget it either.”

  “Thank you, sir,” I reply, letting tears trail down my cheeks.

  “You’re welcome. Now, you can come as much as you like, pet.”

  He starts thrusting slowly at first, enjoying how long it takes him to draw in and out of my pussy. I hear something zip through the air: a large, black, ball-shaped device. I open my mouth so it can fly in and secure itself with two red straps that seal together when they touch. The ball forces my jaw uncomfortably wide, and it tastes of sterilizer, but I don’t care. Moaning into the gag, I let out a blissful sob.

  Then Vol fists my hair, pulls it back and starts pounding me at full speed. Immediately an orgasm begins to build. He feels so enormous inside me, especially as I feel his tip rubbing against the plug in my ass. Shrieking into the gag, I writhe in place, overwhelmed by all the sensations flooding my system: all my holes are filled, my nipples are still clamped, my limbs are bound in place, my hair is pulled… It’s so much at once, but all I have to do is focus on Vol.

  “This feels so good, Jillian,” he says, letting go of my hair to slap my ass. “Doesn’t it?”

  “Mmm!” I hum affirmatively. Tears stream down my face as my first orgasm erupts, blasting me into subspace. My cries fill Vol’s room, even with the gag.

  He reaches underneath me to grasp my breasts, feeling for the clamps. He squeezes my breasts, then tugs on the clamps, injecting fresh pain into the storm of stimulation. It only feeds my orgasm, which electrifies my entire body.

  When it ends, I’m so overwhelmed with euphoria I nearly collapse, but Vol doesn’t let me. Clasping his arms around my midsection, he pulls me upright and against his chest. He gathers my limp arms and holds them together behind my back, then locks them in place so he can massage my breasts while he hammers my pussy. He takes me in this position for so long, I lose all semblance of time. I can feel the intense pleasures and pains, his warm skin against mine, my sweat dampening my skin—I can smell the heady musk of our sex and hear the sound of his slapping flesh. The world outside of our blissful congress may as well not exist.

  As soon as I come again—the orgasms are so powerful, it’s hard to tell where one ends and the next begins—Vol turns me over and drops me onto the bed. Lying on my back, arms and legs spread to the corners by the telerings, I instinctively heave in place, seeking the satisfaction of being completely helpless and vulnerable.

  Vol climbs on top of me, licking his lips as I look down at his cock, already eager for more. He quickly obliges, guiding his cock back inside and then pumping hard and fast. This time, he ravages me with unflagging energy, thrusting until I’m just a limp, moaning mess of ecstasy. The squelch of flesh on flesh fills the room as my voice gives out. Vol runs his hand over my forehead, wiping my hair out of my eyes. I feel his hands move between my nipples and clit, pinching and flicking without stopping. Losing track of how many times I come, practically insensate, I act purely on instinct.

  When Vol at last reaches his peak, he grunts so loud it knocks me out of my trance. I feel his hot seed shooting out inside me, followed by him removing my gag. He doesn’t give me any time to gasp, shoving his cock into my mouth one last time so I can taste both of our flavors together. Milking his cock for every last drop of his seed, I suck until he’s spent.

  He collapses next to me on the bed, breathing deeply, gathering me into his arms where I can bask in my glow and his warmth.

  * * *

  When I regain my senses, Vol is kissing my cheek and caressing my thighs. I open my eyes, and it’s the only part of my body I want to move—I ache in every place possible. Looking down at my breasts, I see he’s taken off my clamps, but I can still feel the plug in my ass.

  “Hey,” he says, clearing my hair from out of my eyes.

  “Mmm, hi,” I groan.

  “Come on,” he says, picking me up. “Have something to eat and drink.”

  I’m too exhausted to protest, even though I want to scream, my body hurts so much. However, by the time he puts me down on my feet, the sensation is already abating. My nanites are clearing up the pain, and quickly.

  Thankfully, he lets me stand, rather than sit on my sore, plugged bottom.

  “Try a vaba, pet,” he says, handing me a yellow pear-shaped fruit. He waits for me to take it, then bites into one of his own. Cautiously, I try it out; thin-skinned and succulent like an apple, it possesses a lemony strawberry taste that’s absolutely incredible.

  Vol grins as I wolf down my vaba, eating it straight to the core. Taking out glasses and a bottle, he pours us each a drink. At first I think it’s red wine, but it fizzes like champagne.

  “Are we celebrating?” I ask.

  “Yes and no,” he replies, taking a sip and watching until I do the same. It definitely tastes of wine, dry and woodsy. “This is koin. We drink it out of remorse. I’ve had this bottle with me for hundreds of years, untouched.”

  Bradley.

  “I’m sorry,” I say, drinking a little more. “The world will appreciate what you did, eventually.”

  He smiles. “Thank you, Jillian. I hope so.” He looks down at his scar. “It’s another reminder that I’m not perfect. If I had pulled us out of the summit when we detected the bomb…”

  “You made the right decision. Peace between our people was more important.”

  He nods. “Thanks. You’re right. But I’m going to be more careful with how I deal with humans. There’s still a lot you have to teach me.”
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  I laugh, finishing my drink. “It’ll be my pleasure, sir.”

  “Good.” He gets up and takes my hand, dragging me back to bed. “Let’s pick up where we left off.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Jillian

  It’s hard to imagine having a more blissful night, but Vol assures me we can, and will. It’s this pleasant dream that I enjoy all night long, waking up feeling sated, rested, and still a little bit sore. There are bruises on my bottom that my nanites could heal, but I’ve instructed them not to. If Vol keeps his scar to remember his lessons, I can keep my bruises to learn mine.

  Vol’s not in bed with me when I wake, but my nanites tell me he’s close by. I consider finding him, but for a little while I just want to lie down and relax. Getting up means I have to start thinking about whatever comes next. How has the world responded to the failure of the summit? Do they know I’m safe aboard Redeemer with Vol? Are they dragging my name through the mud?

  Are they preparing for war?

  After a few minutes, I don’t want to think about it anymore—not by myself, anyway. I get up and use the washing station quickly, though I could easily spend an hour under the hot water. Once I’m clean, I throw on a singlet and leave the bedroom. I find Vol just a couple of rooms away, in his private dining room.

  Despite the delectable aroma coming from the food on the wide glass table, Vol’s not eating. His attention is on a hologram of the Earth slowly rotating above us.

  “Jillian,” he says, smiling and getting up. “Feeling good?”

  “Yes, sir,” I say, waiting as he pulls out a chair for me. “What’s going on?”

  “Take a seat. It’s about to begin.”

  “What’s that?”

  Around the display of the planet, markers flash above dozens of locations. Each has an icon: fighter planes, tanks, missiles and so on. Below the Earth, there’s a timer running down: only a few minutes left.