“Shhh,” he whispers.
He carries me out of the ship, never once putting me down, and takes me through the station. It’s night now, and the sky is absolutely fantastic. Three moons are clear above us, one red, one blue, and one green, all hanging about in orbit of a distant planet around which the station also orbits.
“Are we supposed to be doing this?” I giggle the question, because I can already feel in my gut that the answer is no.
He doesn’t answer, so I try again.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking you,” Kronos says simply. “They can talk about this all they want, but there is only one thing to be done, and we all know it.”
He carries me into a park at the outskirts, where terraforming has created a hilly grassy area with great big bushes of prettyalien flowers that provide privacy for what feels very much like an area designed for illicit trysts.
Underneath three moons, he lies down with me in the grass and peels my nightgown up and over my head, leaving me naked in the multicolored moonlight. His big hands roam my body, stroking, caressing, and spreading my legs.
He has worn a loincloth and a shirt and boots. The shirt is open; the loincloth is not an impediment to the thick scimitar of his cock rising against me. I lie back, fascinated, aroused, and enjoying the feeling of being somehow naughty with Kronos.
My mates have always taken me as they pleased. I have never heard them argue about who fucks me, or when. But there is something in his eyes, and in the way he stole me out of the ship that makes this interlude feel fun and conspiratorial.
He covers my body with his and uses his arms to keep himself propped up to avoid crushing me. My legs spread naturally around his hips, and I feel his cock slide up and down the length of my slit. I am still wet from earlier today. It feels as though my body has been primed to be fucked.
“I am going to breed you,” he growls. “I am going to come so deep inside your rebellious little fucking hole you swell with my child.”
It’s so wrong, but it’s so damn hot. Wait. Is it wrong? I don’t know. When your whole life is dedicated to not getting pregnant, the very act of allowing yourself to have sex with someone who might breed you feels deliciously subversive. There’s a part of my mind telling me that we are not meant to be doing this, that we should be safe, whatever that means in this context. I never really used to consider the fact that I might get pregnant before.There was something in the back of my mind that told me it couldn’t happen. Maybe I knew about the chip somehow. I don’t remember knowing, but memory is so dodgy.
I feel him settle the hot, throbbing head of his cock at the entrance of my body. There has been barely any physical foreplay, but my body remains in that state of arousal conjured in my medical examination, and I coat the head of his alien rod with my own very human wetness.
“No,” I whimper, not meaning it at all.
“Yes,” he growls.
He thrusts his cock inside me in one hard, rough motion.
“Fuck!” I curse.
He pins me down and ruts me like an animal, his thick cock spreading me so fucking wide it feels like I can hardly take it. He is not being gentle. He is not being tender. He is mating me like the brutal fucking barbarian he is. He is staking his claim deep inside me.
I feel his sharp teeth running over my neck, the sensation triggering intense goosebumps. If he bit down, there would be rivers of blood, but he does not want to destroy me. He wants to use me. He wants my bare pussy to be vessel to his seed.
“Take it,” he commands. “Come on my cock.”
I think there’s no way I can come this quickly. He has only just entered me. But he arches back and pinches my clit hard between his fingers, matching that with a firm grip on my breast and rough, jerking motions of his hips that make my entire body jolt and dance on his cock.
To my surprise, I find myself thrown into a rough orgasm almost immediately, one that is matched by his own climax. I feel him spilling himself inside me, driving his cock deep so that his cum doesn’t have to go far to find my fertile womb.
Holy fuck, did he just… was that? I am astounded by the notion I could have just been bred that quickly and efficiently.
But he is not done with me. His hair flows in a rich cascade in the moonlights as he draws his glistening cock out of me just to the tip, lets out a rough animal sound, and prepares to do it all over again.
“You shouldn’t be doing this,” I whisper to him.
He grins wickedly, and thrusts deep back inside me.
I hear him whisper, “I know.”
Then I hear nothing besides the sound of my pussy being fucked again, bred again. Kronos is like a beast untamed. I have known him in many ways, but the continual forgetting, the frequent vast stretches of isolation have meant I never really knew him. Not like I am coming to know him now. Not as I am seeing him in this moment, a ruthless conquering alien force who will take me no matter what.
He comes inside me again. My inner walls grip his cock with a sort of organic desperation, milking him deep. As he pulls free again, I feel a mixture of desire and need. I haven’t come yet, but this isn’t about my pleasure. This is about my breeding. My clit tingles at the mere thought of that, but I still haven’t come. I haven’t…
