I know I’ve fucked up.
But I’m not going to admit it. The conversation they were having about me was completely disgusting. It denied my humanity. It turned me into an object for their use.
“Come here,” Boss says, his deep voice rumbling dangerously soft.
“I am here,” I say, much deflated. I hate how someone else can be doing something horrible and wrong, but the second I cross a line it’s like I was the only one who ever did anything.
He reaches out, wraps his hand around my wrist, and pulls me close to him, speaking in my ear in that same dangerously patient tone. “You know that was wrong to do, don’t you?”
I squirm, feeling a flush of hot guilt.
“I guess,” I say, not wanting to admit to it.
“Say sorry,” he says, his other hand sliding around my hip to cup my ass.
“Sorry,” I squeak.
He pats my butt. “Good girl.”
Then he lets me go. I have the feeling I dodged, well, not a bullet. Maybe the horns.
“You do have some right to determine the fate of your body,” Sharp says. “But…”
“Stop,” I say. “There’s no but.”
“We are going to breed you,” he says firmly. “We want it, and deep down, you want it too.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because if you didn’t, you would be screaming that in our faces,” he says.
“Didn’t I just do that?”
“Not entirely. You asked us what if. You didn’t say you didn’t want it. But tell us if that is the case, pet. We are here. We are listening. Tell us you do not want us to take turns pumping our seed deep inside that tight little pussy of yours, making you orgasm, and draw it inside your body…”
I find myself blushing again. There is something about a creature as refined as Sharp saying such perfectly filthy things that makes me react with a sort of uncontrollable arousal.
He reaches out and pulls me close, sliding his big, scaled hand down over my underwear and cupping my pussy. “You are responsive for us,” he says. “Your body has always begged us to be bred, and you will too… these sweet lips of yours will cry out for our cum.”
I want to give him a smart reply, but that is very hard to do while rocking my pussy over his fingers, trying to find just the right spot to stimulate my clit. Sharp looks satisfied with himself, and with me. My responsiveness has always pleased him. No matter how rebellious I might seem, I melt when he touches me. These three aliens have a hard line to parts of my body and my mind that nobody else ever has.
I yawn a little. It’s unavoidable, though I try to hide it.
My mates do not miss it. Not even a little.
“She should rest,” Kronos says. “It has been a big day for her, and a long examination.”
“You’re right,” Sharp agrees.
Boss nods.
I am sent back to bed, not having made any impression on them at all regarding my sexual liberation. They believe I am theirs, made for their use, and there is nothing I can do to change their minds.
I fall asleep somewhat frustrated by it all, but also awash in the aftermath of the sensations of the vet’s drugs. I truly did feel so incredibly good with whatever it was he gave me. I wonder if Icould get more. I bet full sex with that stuff on board would be absolutely transcendent.
I wake in what feels like the middle of the night, to strong arms sliding under my back and my knees, lifting me from my bed. I am wearing a light nightgown, because the ship is always warm, and nothing else.
When I open my eyes, I see Kronos. He looks down at me with his handsome barbaric yet alien features and flickers a little wink at me.
