by Ally Miller
But with a man like Colin, how in the world would any woman be able to control him? It didn't seem possible. Everything about the way he carried himself bespoke confidence and pride. He was not the kind of man who would ever submit.
Something about that was so goddamn attractive. His energy was more intense than any man she had ever been around. It was the sort of masculine strength that she believed caused so much destruction and pain in the world. Yet when she gazed into his eyes, she didn’t get the impression that he was capable of doing anything evil in the world. He seemed like a genuine force for good in the universe.
But still, it could never work.
He didn't seem like the type to settle down, at least not yet. He most likely had women lining up for him day and night, parading in and out of his apartment, leaving various items of their clothing—pocketbooks, purses, panties, perfume. All of them trying to shamelessly, mark their territory. There was no way that she could compete with that.
What would he think of the various causes she fought for? He would probably respect her desire to protect and defend the most vulnerable people in the society.
For the next hour or so, she tossed and turned in the bed, until finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't hold back. Her labia, swelling with desire, called out for her. Her fingers glided down her stomach and danced into her panties. She stroked up and down, breathing heavy, eyes closed, images flashing across her mind. Images of Colin, coming toward her, taking off his shirt, revealing his powerful chest. Images of her reaching for his belt buckle, eyes wide with hunger, fingers working deftly to undo the leather and metal, then popping the button and lowering the zipper, pulling the pants over his full ass and powerful legs and doing the same with the boxer briefs, then gaping, staring, panting, mouth wide open tongue hanging out, at the huge member. It would be a full, blood-gorged, muscular looking cock, circumcised, with a huge mushroom head. Pre-cum would be leaking from the tip. She would extend her tongue and give it several flicks. She would lick up and down the shaft, her hands around the balls, working her tongue up and down, popping ahead in and out of her mouth.
Chapter 7
Colin
No way. There was no way it could be anything more than sexual. Just a few rolls around in the satin. She looks like she can do a lot of things with that mouth.
Yeah, his thoughts were shooting off in those directions. Damn! It had been so long since he'd give myself a release, closed his eyes, stroked back and forth, stroked up and down, fantasizing about being with…
But honestly, it had been a long time since there had even been someone worth fantasizing about. That’s what the presence of Samantha had brought back to his life. Once again he could feel desire surging through him.
Before her, who had there been? What women turned him on, beyond providing him with the occasional and fleeting tingling in the balls?
What was he even looking for in a woman? And escape into a hold of sexual desire and fulfillments? But as time went on, as he rolled around with more and more of the city’s most desired women, it all began to seem so empty, so pointless. He was a leader of his race. He was here to do more than just treat life has some frivolous adventure, as most human men in his position would've done. No, the marks on his back, signal that he was destined for greater things. He was desperate to rule. He was desperate to help his people find their homeland once again.
Yet, the sight of a sexy pair of legs, full perky breasts, pink nipples, a hungry feminine mouth, were often enough to distract him, at least momentarily. It was a weakness, a flaw his character that needed to be expunged. But something about women was so tempting and delightful.
He sensed a strange, uncanny energy about Samantha. There was something both familiar and foreign about her.
He wasn’t sure that she would be the best type of woman to get involved with. She seemed like she might have been one of those stuck up liberal types who thought that they had a right to tell everyone how to think. Maybe that was the challenge that he needed. It wouldn’t take him long to knock that liberal arrogance out of her.
There were more than a few things he would like to have shown her. He would grab her by the back of the head, thrown her down on the bed, his hand gripping the back of her neck, forcing her face into the mattress, his hands taking hold of her hips, as he rubbed his cock around her perky ass cheeks. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack. And she would scream as her pale flesh turned red, as her pussy began to drip with insatiable desire. He couldn't wait to push his head in between those alabaster thighs. his cock would grow bigger and stronger and harder and fuller than it ever had before. It would be a machine drilling in and out, pumping her deeper and harder than she'd ever imagined, making her legs quiver, making her pussy drip and drop as he slammed his hips deep into her, one finger playing with her clitoris, making her wild with desire, every now and then grabbing her face, slapping her cheeks, slapping again and again, making her coo and beg and scream and call him daddy.
As they reached the climax, they would kiss passionately and continue to fuck until we both exploded with desire, their sweaty bodies gradually slowing down, united and intertwined. He would wrap his arms around her and kissed her neck, inhaling the primal smell of their mingled sweat love.
How much longer would he be able to go on living this lifestyle?
He loved taking over neighborhoods, loved seeing the shape and complexion of a block change. Real estate was a game—one that he had given his life too. No matter how well he mastered this human matrix, earth would never be home. He would always long for his ancestral homelands. But for now this is where we were, this is where we lived.
For the first time in his life, he felt like he might be capable of loving. He thought back to that day—more than a week ago when he had literally run into Samantha.
He could still remember when her eyes fluttered open, stared up into his with a dazed expression. Something about it was so damn captivating, so beautiful and sexy and tender. He wanted to take hold of her, take care of her. He felt that from those first moments. And now it seemed like there might actually be a chance. This would be beyond anything that he'd done before, spending a few hours with a play partner, then sending them on their way, dreading waking up the morning next to a ghoulish mask of a human being.
No, none of those thoughts went through his mind. He couldn't wait to wake up with her, to snuggle with her in the morning, stiff, tingly, and ready to play. his fingers would drift down to her soft mound of brown hair, then begin tickling those beautiful puckered pink, pussy lips. He would give her more of his love of his force, more of his thrusts and grunts, one hand gripping her ass, as her legs wrapped around his torso, as she screamed for him to fuck her deeper and harder, as she began to quiver and lose control of her body, screaming out to God, the holy high heavens, and the ancestral spirits and god.
As he gripped that pale flesh, she would turn red with lust as he screwed his cock into her and her legs wrapped around him and he thrust deeper and harder and he held her nipples in his mouth and bit down on them, and it wouldn’t be long before he was filling her with his hot semen, which would leak onto the bed, then we would fall into each other's arms, collapse, sweaty and satisfied.
He wasn't going to be able to stop thinking about her. The harder he fought to push her image away, the harder he fought to forget how she smelled—so succulent and feminine, the more forceful those images and sensations became, taunting, teasing, and tempting him. He was swollen and sore with desire.
For weeks he had contained his sexual energy, channeling it into his work, refusing to submit to the reptilian desire to spray his seed recklessly. But despite how much he valued self-discipline, there was only so much that he would be able to take. He wasn't going to be able to contain myself much longer. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, out of rhythm, ahead of time. His energy was all wrong. He was lacking the feminine. He needed that love partner, that warrior Princess, capable of slicing throu
gh his bullshit with her spiritual sward. What was he running from? What was he so afraid of? So many things.
He knew that the wouldn’t be able to remain in this land for much longer. His people would have to find a new place to build a society that reflected their own values. In order for that to happen, his race required that he continue on their strong line of warriors. The responsibility of finding a woman capable of handle his seed, capable of nurturing his offspring to their full potential. Very few human women would have been capable of the task. And he sensed that Samantha might, in fact, be one of those women.
Now what? Was he really falling for her? Was he ready to put his heart on the line, for another person? And what if she was against him working obsessively, sleeping in the office, only coming home briefly?
What if she couldn't handle that driven manic side of his personality? Then what? What happens after you've invested so much, made sacrifices, but it's still not enough? What happens when your love, whatever it was, still was not enough? He hated to think about what that would mean for him.
He had dealt with the pain of failed deals before—sometimes losing to the best. Sometimes losing to opponents that he should have vanquished. Those setbacks bruised his ego. There was no question. But it never took him long to recover and throw myself into the next battle. Facing rejection from a woman, having his heart broken, would be unlike anything that he'd ever experienced.
Chapter 8
Samantha
He laid her down on the bed. Every single fiber in her body tingled with excitement and anticipation. She'd fantasized about this moment so many times, imagined what it would make her feel. He kissed the insides of her legs, working his way up the calves, past the knee, then to the insides of her thighs, kissing left and right, one then the other, taking his time, a master in front of his canvas. Her pussy called out for his mouth. She couldn't wait to feel him licking, slurping and sucking. He pushed his face into her panties, sniffing playfully, hungrily. She couldn't wait for him to begin licking her. He smiled and grunted. What a nasty, sexy beast.
Seconds later he reached under her ass and grabbed hold of her panties, pulling them down her legs, taking them all the way off and flicking them arrogantly across the room.
She should've smacked him for that. Smacked him right in his arrogant, cocky mouth. Instead she reached out and kissed him, shoving her tongue deep down his throat. Everything about this encounter was so fucking primal. He made her feel things that I've forgotten her body was capable of experiencing.
Each touch, each kiss, each look, sent electric shocks through her body. She never imagined that she could feel so alive, so rooted in the moment.
He gripped her ass with brute force, marking her flesh, and then inserted his cork screw tongue deep into her cunt. She'd never felt anything so incredible. Apparently, the men of his race were uniquely skilled at time honored art of cunnilingus. They were equipped with corkscrew cocks and tongues, which enabled them to perform mind bending pussy eating acrobatics.
He screwed his tongue deep inside of her, tickling hundreds of erotic nerve endings. His full lips slobbered against her labia. Then she felt him pushing a finger into her tight fisted asshole, making her drip even more intensely, double fucking her and driving her wild.
She couldn't wait to taste her own erotic juices. Every ounce, every drip and drop in her dirty mouth. Her body began to shake, overwhelmed by the array of stimulation, the first orgasmic tremors passing through her.
She sat up on the bad, grabbed his pants and undid his belt buckle. She needed to see his throbbing member filling with blood. She reached into his boxers and pulled it out. It was even more beautiful, more glorious and grander than She would even have imagined.
“Oh my God. That’s such a beautiful cock. And it’s huge.”
She reached out and clasped it with both hands. She didn’t have a choice. That was the only way that she would be able to hold onto it. her eyes grew wide with fear and desire. This was a real man.
His member looked so swollen. The large, purple head seemed like it was about to explode. She reached out and licked it, closing her eyes and savoring the precum. She kept the firm member between her two hands, exploding with her lips and tongue. Not only was it more beautiful than human cock, it also tasted better. Like a piece of expertly cooked steak, which of course had been skillfully seasoned.
Chapter 9
Colin
Fuck! He'd never seen his cock so full of virile juice and ready to explode. It tingled. For a moment he feared that it might be too big for her. But he could see from the way she was spreading and leaking on the bed, that she would be able to take every single inch in that sweet, pearly pussy. He pushed the swollen inside and growled. It felt so good, so tight. A perfect fit.
“I love the way you fit around my cock. It’s incredible.”
Her eyes were wild with lust as her fingers danced down his chest. She had fully turned. She was ready to give him all of her love, to match his energy, tangle with him, push and pull, toss and turn. Most women would quickly fold and submit whenever the jostling began, unable to appreciate the subtle pleasures of erotically charged competition.
He grabbed her hips and thrust back and forth, driving his dick deeper and deeper as she cried out for him to fuck her harder and harder. He slipped two pussy juice slicked fingers into her tight asshole. She gasped. Her mouth opened wide. Her pale flesh turned a shade of light red. She handled each one of his powerful grunting thrusts. Nibbling on her shoulder, delicately marking her as his. He cock fucked her hungry pussy and finger fucked her tight but wet ass. When her body shook, ripple of delight traveled across her flesh, causing all of her to jiggle. That was so damn sexy! He couldn’t hold back. Animal instincts took hold of him. He sniffed and then licked the sweat that pearled her flesh, so sweet and delicate and alabaster. Staring at her beautiful body and face was nearly too much for him, he quickly turned her over. It was all that he could do to control myself.
“Get up on all fours.”
He slapped her ass and yanked her hair. She screeched but didn’t resist. Very good. I’m glad he'd found that place where she would allow him to dominate. He couldn’t wait to learn that story.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
His hand landed several times hard and flush on her sweet cheeks.
“Yea, yes! That feels so good! Don’t stop!”
Slap! Slap! Slap!
He loved to hear her beg, loved to see how that cute ass would wiggle and jiggle. She turned, complete submission in her eyes. He smiled and stroked his dick back and forth. He couldn’t wait to feel her pussy’s tight coils wrapping around him as he penetrated deeper and wider, fitting perfectly into her pleasure grooves. That coiling was unlike anything that could be experienced with a human woman. Their pussies had not been made to perfectly accommodate us.
“Do you like when I slap your ass?”
“Yes, yes please. I love it.”
Smack! Smack! And then he pushed the huge head of his cock inside of her. He quickly spun it in, then unscrewed it. He repeated that action several times. They smiled and gazed into each other’s eyes. It had been so long since he'd been able to experience such an intense pleasure. He screwed all the way out. He'd forgotten how incredible women could be. She deserved a good licking—from her ass to deep inside her hungry cunt cave. He bent down and pressed his face into her ass. The smell made him brick hard. Desire fired through his loins. He sniffed and smelled. The primal odor brought back memories of distant lands—lands that he'd only traveled to in his wildest imaginings. He massaged his nose around the rim of the puckered hole. He sucked on one of his fingers, made sure it was nice and slick with saliva, then he pushed it inside of ass.
She threw her head back and moaned, wriggled her ass in his face. She had the audacity to reach back and push force his face even deeper into her. There was no need for her to do any more. He could appreciate a subtle hint. His tongue darted in and out of her hole, then slith
ered around rim. Within seconds a sweet, liquid secretion began seeping from her ass. This form of female semen was source of greater force and strength for the men of his race. Only women at the peak of her sexual powers and incredibly turned on was capable of secreting such fluids. He took every single last drop into his mouth.
When he was done feasting on her delectable ass, he lifted her into his arms and screwed his cock into her again. They fucked in that upright position, scratching and clawing at each other, moving closer and closer to the edge of ecstatic release and he could no longer hold it in and he felt his semen gathering in his balls.
While he held her in the air, she screamed, legs beginning to shake compulsively, holding onto him for dear life. Moments later they fell onto the bed, trembling, shaking, dripping, sweating.
He'd never really enjoyed post-coital talk. But it felt so natural having her lay on his chest and gaze into his eyes. This was a tenderness that he had never known. Something that he had never imagined. She had already pierced the armor around his heart. A deep blow. No pain, though. Only the pleasure and a deep sense of contentment with life. He suddenly felt a renewed purpose.
There would be more to his life than business deals and run ins with the law. There would be more to his life than living out the role of a bad boy, outsider. For once, he could see myself mating, starting a family, settling down, becoming a husband.
What was the point of this great wealth and success if there was no one to share it with? He looked forward to sharing, doing so abundantly.
A couple weeks later, Samantha’s feature article was published. It immediately went viral. The public was divided over whether or not his people should be allowed to continue living in the country. But the feeling among his people was nearly unanimous. It was time for them to leave. They needed to search for a new home.