Feral: A Dark Sci-Fi Romance

by Sara Fields

  “You can help me find the men who ordered my captivity? Who demanded I be contained behind bars and kept subject to constant experimentation?” he asked, his voice firm, focused. His eyes met mine, unwavering and entirely too intelligent for my liking.

  “I will help you, Saleos. It pains me that you led such a cruel life. I want to help you get your revenge too,” I breathed.

  His eyes searched the floor for a long time, before they met mine once again.

  At first, they were black, and then smolders of flame burned their way back in. I watched as he gained control of his body, pushing back beastly instincts to become more human once again.

  “I will ensure you keep your promise, human. Should you not, I’ll rut you until you bleed, and you scream for me to spare you. Then, I’ll tear your head from your neck and you’ll die alone, where no one will ever find you,” he warned, and I was left without words, a silent scream begging to expel from my throat.

  He stood, glared at me one last final time and left the room, leaving me alone. I waited a long time, listening to his footsteps echo as he left. When it was finally completely silent, I laid back for a while, trying to still the hammering of my heart.

  After what felt like an hour, I finally pushed myself up off the floor and sat still for a while. When I was ready, I got up to my feet, standing a bit unsteadily as my blood simmered with adrenaline and resounding fear. Eventually, I ventured out of the room he’d dragged me into and made my way out into the hallway, breathing a sigh of relief when I finally made my way back to the creepy room of corpses. The room was quiet, and I practically jumped into the portal as soon as I came to it.

  The portal felt just as jarring as it did before. My body free fell until it landed back on the floor in the scientist’s mountain house and it jolted the breath from my throat when I landed, but I was thankful I was alive.

  I’d think about the ramifications of the deal I’d made with Saleos later.

  I retraced my footsteps as quickly as I could, leaving the strange compound behind and making my way back to the caves. The walk back to the caves I had been staying the last few days was short.

  Axel was there, at the cave entrance, sitting on a rock staring at the ground, his hands pressed together and his knuckles white.

  Upon hearing me, he lifted his head. His eyes were dark, angry, and sad. They brightened just the tiniest bit upon seeing me, but his jaw was set in a very firm line.

  “Where have you been?” he growled, and I could sense danger radiating from his every pore. I bit my lip, trying to come up with some sort of explanation for leaving the caves, but I couldn’t. In all honestly, I knew it had been my restlessness and my insatiable curiosity and my need to know more. Without a doubt, that wasn’t going to be enough for him.

  No matter what I’d found out.

  His expression screamed consequences.

  And I didn’t know if I was ready to pay them.

  I had a feeling I wasn’t going to have a choice though. I took a step back as his skin rippled red and I held my hands up in front of me.

  “Axel, we hadn’t had any sign of Saleos in days. I didn’t go far,” I said softly.

  He hissed in my direction, his upper lip curling up in the form of a snarl. My eyes opened wide in fear. He tore his eyes away from me.

  “I smell him all over you. He found you and I wasn’t there to protect you,” he growled. I watched as his chest rose and fell with the effort to hold himself back.

  His skin tempered in color once again.

  The darker it was, the more danger I was in.

  “He let me live. I’m still alive,” I whispered, trying to quell his anger.

  He looked me dead in the eyes.

  “At what cost?” he asked, the chill in his voice unsettling.

  I couldn’t answer him. I wouldn’t. I’d figure some way out of my predicament myself. I didn’t need to drag him into it. There were other things I needed to tell him.

  He lifted his arm and pointed inside.

  “Go. I’ll be in to punish you when I can gather my senses,” he said, and I shivered. I stood still, watching him for a long time. As much as I wanted to run, I still needed him. I needed his protection and his guidance out of this place. I needed him to escape back into the real world where it was safe and disappear to a place where Saleos would never find me.

  I ducked my head and went inside, wrapping my arms around my chest.

  I followed the familiar paths, winding my way down into the cave to the familiar cavern where the fire was still burning dimly. I distracted myself by stoking it and adding some wood to the still red embers. When I was finished, and the flames were burning hot, I sat down on the blanket-covered rock nearby.

  I waited. It was a long time before he came inside. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I could imagine it wasn’t going to be good for me. I’d disobeyed him directly and I’d seen the disappointment on his face, but there had also been fear.

  Enough for me to begin to feel guilty for what I’d done.

  I picked up a stick and resituated the wood on the fire when I heard him move into the cavern. I felt his presence behind me as he brushed my hair to the side.

  His palms felt hot on my skin as he squeezed my shoulders.

  “He could have killed you,” he whispered.

  “I know,” I replied softly, my voice a bit shaky.

  “Tell me why he didn’t,” he said calmly, his grip on my shoulders tightening only the slightest bit.

  I was quiet for a long time.

  “I made a deal with him and I walked away with my life and my body intact. That’s what’s important,” I answered.

  “Cosima Rose,” he warned. I knew he wanted to know more, but I didn’t think he’d be pleased with the deal I had wrought. I swallowed anxiously.

  “You said you were going to punish me. Let’s get on with it then,” I countered, my mask of bravery faltering just a bit. My mind was telling me to run but my body was telling me to stay. I bit my lip and dropped my chin, waiting for him to act. He sighed heavily, and I could feel his disappointment rolling off of me.

  “Stand up,” he commanded, his voice cool, calm, and collected.

  That made me even more nervous.

  I stood up and breathed a shallow breath. I could feel his power and presence behind me and there was little I could do to keep my entire body from trembling before him. My eyes fluttered closed as his hands slid along my skin, grasping the cloth of my shirt and gently removing it from my body. The fabric slid from my sensitive flesh, exposing my every curve for his enjoyment as he pulled it over my head.

  Slowly, he reached around my waist and unbuttoned my newly commandeered pants, pushing them down over my hips and down my thighs.

  “Kick your boots off,” he commanded.

  I obeyed. Once I did, he pushed my pants down all the way and then, he threw my clothes off to the side.

  In little time, I was completely naked before him. Completely vulnerable to whatever was about to happen to me. His palm rounded up my shoulder, tracing the lines of my throat until he squeezed me there.

  Reminding me of his strength, of his power and the fact that he held my life in his very hands. I felt my airway tighten, and my breath hitched in my throat, but after a few long seconds, he released his hold and I sucked in a lungful of air.

  “I can smell you. Smell your arousal, your excitement, and your fear,” he purred in my ear.

  I didn’t answer.

  “I’d love to fuck that greedy little pussy of yours, but you disobeyed me, didn’t you, hellcat,” he said softly, his fingers tracing up and down my throat, again reminding me that I wasn’t in control anymore.

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  “Are you ready to be punished then?” he demanded, his voice a delightful mixture of a purr and a rumbling growl that made me weak in the knees.

  “Axel,” I whimpered, unsure of where this was going.

  Slowly, one of his
fingers drifted down my spine and stopped at the small of my back. His hand spread wide over my skin and I stopped breathing for a fraction of a second. Carefully, he pressed me forward, forcing me to bend at the hips.

  “Hands on the rock in front of you,” he demanded.

  I hummed with my anxiety as my own fingers pressed against the hard rock.

  “Spread your legs,” he ordered calmly, although not coldly. There was a certain warm excitement in his tone.

  I obeyed him, and I could feel the trickles of arousal dripping from my folds. My body heated as his touch descended further, one hand caressing each side of my ass.

  I didn’t say a word until he took my cheeks and spread them apart. The moment he did so, I squealed, and my hands lifted off the boulder.

  He slapped my ass hard with one hand while the other sternly pressed me back into place.

  “Remove your hands from that rock once again, and I’ll take a leather strap to your ass,” he warned. I didn’t want to test him because I knew he would.

  I trembled, my legs feeling like jelly beneath me. My fingers dug into the blanket on top of the boulder and I gasped as he gripped my ass in his palms once more, spreading me for his perusal, looking down on the place where no one was supposed to look, but still, he did just that. I felt so ashamed.

  “Your little hole is begging for some attention,” he mused, and I whined under my breath. His fingers dove between my legs, gathering my wetness and spreading it all over his skin. I began to grow even more nervous than before.

  “Don’t. Axel, please,” I begged.

  He didn’t listen.

  His forefinger delved down the cleft of my backside, purposely slowing as he approached my tight hole. Carefully, he pressed down into me, and I fought him every step of the way. My ass clenched, and I wiggled my hips, which only succeeded in me earning a few heavy slaps to my upper thighs. I whimpered at the sudden sting.

  My breath drew back into my throat with shock and I pushed my palms into the rock beneath me for support. Axel continued to dominate my back hole, the pressure slowly increasing until he breached inside me. I cried out at the intrusion, but he didn’t care. Instead, it seemed to excite him even further.

  The feeling of the tip of his finger intruding into my depths and knowing he was fully aware of himself when he was doing it shamed me to the core. Every single aspect of his mental faculties was tuned in on me and what he was doing to me, and it forced me to moan with my shame.

  He was merciless as his digit descended into me, delving into a place I never thought any man would. But he was fearless. Demanding. Dominating and I couldn’t help but ache to obey him and see where he took me.

  One finger slowly turned into two, stretching me and I groaned with the ache from it. It burned, but in a way that was forcing my body to grow hotter and hotter with each passing moment.

  “You were such a bad little girl, hellcat,” he murmured and my pussy clenched. I was wet, and I knew he could see it. As if he could read my thoughts, his thumb drifted across my wetness, reminding me explicitly that he was most definitely aware of my naughtiness.

  “You need to be punished,” he said next and my legs trembled with pleasure while my mind whispered its disagreement. I was entirely caught up in his web and I could no longer distinguish what I wanted from what I didn’t.

  A third finger forced its way into my asshole.

  I moaned. It hurt. I felt pleasure from it.

  I must be twisted on the inside to enjoy such things.

  He removed his fingers from me then, but I heard him jostling behind me, so I knew my shameful punishment wasn’t over just yet.

  “Lift your hips and show me your wet little pussy,” he demanded.

  Shivering, I obeyed, and I felt the heat from his cock press against my entrance. My sore and aching asshole clenched nervously, but as he entered my pussy, I relaxed a little. He slammed into me once, then twice and the wet sounds of our fucking made me blush just as my body grew hotter.

  Suddenly, he pulled out of my pussy entirely and grasped my backside in both hands once again. Mortified, I cried out as the heat from the head of his cock pushed against my back channel.

  He was going to fuck my ass.

  Immediately, my body retaliated, trying to stop him from taking me in such a shameful manner, but it didn’t work. Slowly, he pressed onward, and my body betrayed me, opening up to him despite the pain and reluctance within me. My asshole stretched wider and wider, until at last, the head of his cock popped inside me. I could feel every vein and every ridge of his girth as he forced himself deeper and deeper into my depths.

  “Please,” I begged.

  I knew better though. I didn’t have a choice in the matter. He was going to punish me and use me as he saw fit and in the most shameful way imaginable. There was nothing I could say to stop him, and I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted him to.

  My aching pussy throbbed, my clit and entrance entirely ignored. The suction cock of his never emerged to caress my needy flesh and it slowly dawned on me that I may not find my pleasure tonight, which made the punishment all the worse.

  I wanted to come, and I had the feeling Axel wasn’t going to let me.

  I licked my lips as he pressed into my asshole, until finally, I felt his balls brush against the backs of my thighs. Leisurely, he pulled out then and pushed back in, forcing me to focus on the fact that he controlled my body, utterly and completely.

  My legs trembled as he increased his pace, fucking my asshole harder and harder with each stroke. It burned, but in a way that was both painful and delicious at the same time. I should be ashamed of my body’s heated reaction, but there was little I could do except focus on my punishment under his hand.

  He smacked my right ass cheek hard and I whimpered at the sting of it.

  “I’ll teach you that disobeying me will only leave you aching and wanting, Cosima. You’ll learn that you won’t ever want to disobey me again,” he warned.

  My pussy clamped down hard, achingly empty and I moaned forlornly.

  I felt his secondary cock slide over my flesh, only this time, it grew in size so that it encapsulated both my clit and the entrance of my pussy. Light, feathery cilia teased me, igniting my flesh even hotter. The more it lasted, the more I came to realize that it was too light to help me find release. I needed more pressure, more suction and I whined despondently as he fucked my ass harder. My ass clenched, and I fought him, tightening my back hole around his shaft and he drew in a frustrated breath.

  He pulled out of my hole then, and I heard the distinctive jingle of a belt clasp.

  I hardly had time to steel myself before the leather strap descended onto my flesh, branding a line of fire across my ass cheeks I could never have prepared myself for.

  “When you’re being punished, hellcat, I expect obedience. When you fight me, it will be worse, every single time,” he said sternly. The lash whipped my backside, again and again until the entirety of my ass was on fire, and still, he punished me.

  The belt struck underneath the lower curve of my ass and I cried out each time it did so. The sound of leather punishing flesh echoed in the caves, making my punishment all the worse. I could hear the swish of the belt right before it landed, and it caused me to flinch each and every time.

  The suctioned head of his body remained over top of my pussy, continuing to stimulate my clit and my poor ignored entrance. It teased my clit, as my ass was getting whipped, leaving my body in a terribly confused state.

  I wanted to cry. I wanted to come. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore and there was a tiny part of me that was enjoying the way it felt when he forced me to take the belt and that was beginning to grow within me.

  He whipped my upper thighs and my legs danced beneath me. Up on my tiptoes or with my knees bent, there was little I could do to escape the fire the belt wrought on my naughty flesh.

  “Do I have to continue with the strap? Or will you spread those naughty cheeks and let me f
uck your disobedient ass like it deserves?” he said softly, but the power behind his tone make me shake with both pleasure and anxiety.

  “I’ll do what you want, sir,” I groaned, as one last lash bit beneath my cheeks, hard enough for me to know I’d feel it the next day, after all this was over.

  “Get into position,” he demanded, and I did just that, moaning with the heat radiating from my freshly disciplined skin. One by one, I spread my feet wider and wider until he grunted with pleasure. My hands had never left the rock beneath me, but I relaxed the arch of my back and returned to position.

  “I want you to show me that naughty hole. Use your hands and present yourself to me. Show me exactly where you deserve to be punished,” Axel commanded, and I felt myself go weak in the knees.

  “I can’t,” I whimpered, and the belt licked my ass once again.

  “Now, Cosima,” he demanded, and my body warmed to his voice. Compelled to obey, my fingers hesitantly left the boulder and reached back. Slowly, I slid my fingertips along my skin, gasping at the heat emanating from it and grasped my cheeks.

  Even more slowly, I took my ass and spread it for him, exposing myself, despite my reluctance and shame. For what felt like hours, I held myself open for him, knowing he was staring down at me, watching as I showed him every single inch of my body, even the parts no one was supposed to see.

  I whimpered, and he touched me again, sliding his thumb from the top of my cleft to my forbidden hole. The suction portion of his cock pumped once, then twice over top of my clit, leaving me panting and desperate for more.

  I felt the toll of my shame, but still, my body was responding to every last second of it. I wanted it and I needed more of it.

  “Please,” I begged, unsure of exactly what I was asking for anymore.

  His palm brushed over top of my hip, before he pushed his cock back against my tight rim. This time, with my hands holding myself open, I didn’t fight him. I cried out as the wide girth of his head stretched my asshole once again, but still, I didn’t try to stop him. Slowly, he descended into me and I groaned with the pleasure and the burning ache.