Page 12 of Meat

A low, shuddering moan of pleasure.

Shameful heat rushed up the arteries of her neck and flooded into her face. The tips of her ears fairly sizzled with embarrassment. Her lips tingled. Her heart beat faster in her chest.

The alien brute noticed the new sound too. His hand paused, missing a beat. And something long and hard lifted between his legs and pressed against Alyx’s belly.

“Oh God,” Alyx groaned.

The spanking continued, the smacks coming even swifter and harder now. It seemed as though the brutal creature was trying to elicit that dirty moan of pleasure one more time, and it wasn’t long before he succeeded.

Alyx tried to bite it back, tried so very desperately to hold that sound inside, but it wouldn’t be contained. She moaned and whined with need.

Wrong. So fucking wrong.

And it wasn’t just her voice that was betraying her now. Her whole body seemed to have turned against her. Her nipples were hard as pebbles, achingly erect. And then there was the warm wetness blossoming unbidden between her thighs.

The giant hand smacked her again, and this time that calloused palm connected with her tender place.

Alyx squealed.

Suddenly, the spanking stopped.

Alyx’s rear was scalding, stinging, screaming with hot pain. She winced in anticipation of the next oncoming smack, but it never came. The arm at her back loosened its grip enough for Alyx to shift her weight. She twisted and cocked her head to glare back over her shoulder at the beast that had her bent across his lap.

What she saw only served to double her blush of shame.

A thin, sticky thread of her wet arousal was stretching from between her legs to the monster’s moistened palm, and the creature was staring at that wetness with an intense curiosity.

He raised the wet palm to his face.

Sniffed it.

Licked.

He growled something that might have been a word. If it was, Alyx didn’t understand its exact meaning, but the emotion behind it was clear as day.

Pure, raw satisfaction.

That brutal hand delved between Alyx’s legs again, cupping and rubbing her slippery sex. The creature stroked her furiously, working his thick fingers between her lathered folds until his fingertips were coated with her fluid. Then he brought those fingers back to his mouth and sucked them clean, groaning with enjoyment as he did so.

“No,” Alyx cried out between moans of pleasure. “Don’t…you can’t…”

The alien beast didn’t understand her. And even if he had, would it have made any difference? His fingers slipped along her groove again. He found her entrance. Teased at it with the pad of his middle finger.

“Wait…”

He didn’t wait. That thick finger shoved inside her knuckle-deep, and Alyx let out a gasp of surprise. Her cheeks burned. She felt so ashamed, so violated.

The alien finger explored her depths, twisting and turning inside of her, stroking and abrading her soft inner tissues.

When he drew his finger out, it was fairly dripping with proof of Alyx’s arousal. The beast sucked that fluid down like a bear stealing honey from a hive.

“Please,” Alyx begged. “Please…”

For a moment, the forest spun around her. She found herself tossed onto her back on the warm, leaf-strewn forest floor, staring up at the shaded canopy high above.

Not expecting the sudden change in position, her legs fell open. Before she had a chance to squeeze them shut, the beast pounced. Rough hands gripped her inner thighs, keeping her spread, every inch of flesh exposed.

The alien forced its thick finger inside her again, stroking hard against her front wall.