“Fuck!” I curse at the top of my lungs as he rubs the head of his cock against my clit, pressing firmly with enough pressure andlubrication to demand that my body contract with pleasure and draw all that cum even deeper inside me.
“Good girl,” he praises. “You’ve taken me so well so far, just a little more…”
“More? You already fucked me twice,” I say.
He laid me down and just started rutting me, and that has left an ache inside my body that I cannot deny. My aching pussy and my tingling clit make me squirm.
“Stay still,” he says, putting one hand on my hip. “You’re not done, little pet.”
“What?” I whimper the question as he slides his hips back and presses the head of his cock back to my pussy, which now feels soaked. There’s no resistance as he pushes back in, but that doesn’t mean it is easy.
“You’re a breeding pet now,” he tells me. “This is what’s going to be happening to you day after day.”
“It’s sore,” I protest as he strokes back inside my semen-filled pussy yet again.
“Is it, baby? Shhh. You can take it for me, can’t you…”
“No,” I whine.
But I do take it. I take every thrust he gives me. They are slower now, but no less hard. He is driving his seed inside me over and over again, ensuring no part of my pussy is left undrenched. I have so much of him inside me it feels as though I must already have been bred. How could my body resist his will, and the invading force of his flesh?
I am barely coherent, let alone conscious by the time he is done with me. He has fucked me over and over, so many times I lost count. A human man can come once, maybe twice. Kronos is not human. He is very alien, and he has given me every drop he has.
He carries me back to the ship in his arms, cradling me as if I am something precious and broken. He does not ask me if I am okay. I wouldn’t be able to respond anyway. I have had every semblance of sentience fucked out of me. I have been reduced to an animal.
He takes me to my bedroom and lays me down in my blanket nest. As he turns to leave, two large alien shadows darken the door. I watch what happens next with a kind of exhausted indifference at first. I feel slightly outside myself, as if nothing that is happening is really taking place. Hard to explain to anybody who has not felt it, but it is as though reality is a movie that I just happen to be stuck inside.
“Where have you been?” Sharp asks the question in a relatively well modulated tone. Boss is already far less calm. He stamps his hoof and snorts loudly enough to rouse me from the sleep my body desperately wants me to fall into.
“Under the moons,” Kronos says.
“Doing what?”
“You know what,” Kronos replies. His voice is hoarse and tired, but even I can detect the clear smugness in it. He is very pleased with himself and very proud, too. There is not a hint of remorse for his actions.
“So you bred her. Without consulting us…” Sharp begins to say.
“I don’t need your permission to fuck,” Kronos says. “I’m going to sleep.”
He pushes past the both of them and I hear him collapse on the couch out in the lounge. It makes a familiar creaking that it only ever emits when someone with the bulk of a barbarian alien suddenly puts their full weight on it.
Sharp comes to me, pulls back my robes and looks down at me. “By all the stars,” he says. “You have been ravaged.”
I look down and see the smears of cum on my belly, tangling in my pubic hair, even still coating my thighs. There is enough of it that it is yet to dry. And then, when I sit up a little to see what is causing his expression to be so serious, I see how red and swollen my lower lips are. It looks like I have been fucked for hours.
I look into Sharp’s alien gaze, and see a cold, reptilian anger there.
“Are you mad at me?” I quaver the question.
“No, sweetheart,” Sharp says. “You look sore. Did he hurt you?”
Boss turns on his heel with a huff and is gone before I can answer the question.
“No,” I say. “It didn’t hurt. It felt… good.”
“You have always been a little masochist,” Sharp says, his tone very carefully moderated. He is furious, but he doesn’t want me to pick up on it. Unfortunately, the scales on the back of his neck are very slightly raised, as are the ones around his eyes and the ones on his… actually all of them. He’s like a dog with his hackles up.
Bam! Blam! Crash!
