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  “Say you’re sorry,” he murmurs. “Be a good girl and make a nice apology, and I’ll stop it from hurting when I’m all the way inside you. You’re going to be fucked, but you can still control what kind of fucking you get.”

  A frisson of excitement rushes through me. He is so blunt and so bold in what he is doing to me. That was a threat. There can be no doubt about it. He’s telling me I can enjoy being fucked, or he can ravage me with his giant cock and leave me tearful and chastised.

  I know which one I should want. And I know which one I’m more likely to get.

  He pushes inside me, the motion of his hips smooth and powerful. The head of his cock spreads my lower lips apart completely, and sinks inside the tight channel that has not been traveled in a long time. I let out a long sigh of… relief? Is that what I’m feeling?

  There’s fullness, spreading, a feeling of being taken—and taken care of.

  “When was the last time you were mated?” He asks the question almost casually as he lifts his big hand from the back of my neck, runs both his hands down over my shoulders, and takes hold of my upper arms, drawing them up a little and back, using them as holds to pull my body back on his.

  “Maybe two years ago.”

  “And how old are you?”

  “Twenty-four.”

  “You should be mated every day,” he grunts, his voice showing the effort it is taking to slowly pull my body back on his cock. He is maybe half an inch deep now, but the motion has stalled. He is too big. I am too small. Either way you put it, he doesn’t fit inside my pussy.

  I gasp and let out little whimpers as he tries to urge me back on his dick, gently at first, then with greater force.

  “I told you, you’re too big!”

  “I am not too large,” he rumbles. “Infants pass through these canals.”

  “Not mine, they don’t.”

  “Ah, you are yet to produce any progeny.” There is some kind of something in his tone. Judgment, maybe. Whatever it is, I don’t like it. “You should have had four or five by now.”

  “Fuck you,” I growl, instantly regretting my rudeness, because suddenly he is another inch deep in me, his big muscled arms yanking me back on his cock.

  “Ow, fuck! You fucking…”

  My cursing is cut off as he starts to fuck me, using the inch and a half of territory he has claimed to fuck my pussy with short, swift strokes. I can’t talk. I can barely breathe.

  Each and every one of those thrusts lets him sink deeper and deeper. My pussy is giving way to him, letting him in further, allowing him to plunder me for all I have. Soon my tight little hole is stretched around the massive invasion, and I am impaled on him, arms held back, head up, wailing my near orgasmic cries.

  “I punish you, and you only get wetter, virlash,” he growls, his voice thick with alien lust. “Fucking will not gurzik for you, will it. Hypersexual little thing.”

  I can barely understand anything he is saying. Blood is rushing in my ears, and his voice is becoming more and more heavily accented as he slips in and out of his native tongue.

  * * *

  Crash

  This is not going as I expected. She is such a small creature, I thought one taste of my cock would scare her into obedience. I thought she would feel it against her sex and immediately become compliant. I never imagined that she would take it, that her hips would do that dirty little dance and invite me in.

  Her inner walls are gripping my cock eagerly, and every time I pull out, it feels as though they are trying to pull me back in. Her body was designed lightyears away from mine, millions of years before mine, but it is perfect. I have never fucked a human before. I had no idea how they were built for sexual performance first and foremost. Her pussy is a hot canal capable of taking my cock, which is a great deal thicker than the wrist I am now pinning behind her back.

  Looking down at her pussy lips gripping my cock, I could spend myself inside her here and now. But this is supposed to be a lesson in obedience for her, not pleasure for me. I did not intend to gratify myself. I wanted to teach her a lesson.

  Instead, the seed is roiling, begging for release and I do not know how much longer I can contain myself. Even when staying completely still inside her, I can feel the muscles of her sex squeezing me. Her body is designed to do one thing—seduce a male and take his seed.

  I thought I was the one in control, but it is her female flesh that has intoxicated me, brought me to the brink of climax.

  Don’t come inside her, I remind myself harshly. Can’t have any little half-breeds running around the universe, even if this union were able to produce one. Humans are rare. Should be mated by other humans.

  The idea of any other cock inside this perfect cunt gives me war rage. Mine. This is mine. She is mine. Mine.

  The word pounds through my head as I hold her beneath me and fuck her with the longest, hardest, most punishing strokes I can muster in this limited position. Her cries of passion and perhaps pain, the gripping of her cunt, the rolling of twin globes of hot flesh.

  I pull out just in time, my cum spurting from my cock, coating her spanked ass, her back, going all the way up to her neck with the great jets of pressure produced by the orgasmic muscles seated behind my dick. They say our kind can impregnate a woman at a hundred paces.

  It has been a long time since I spilled my seed. There is a lot of it. It covers her ass in a pale glaze, pools in the small of her back, runs down the sides of her waist. She lifts her hips, some instinctive motion to try to capture my seed in her pussy. She wants to be mated.

  And suddenly, I see how stupid I have been. I threatened a fertile, sex-starved woman with sex. May as well threaten a starving man with food.

  Now that I have released myself, I can think again. I want to break her to my will. I want to take her for my own. I want to put her on her knees and punish her and tease her and dominate her until she begs for my cum. She arouses my primal mating instincts like no other creature ever has.

  But I will not be a slave to my desires. She will be the slave.

  I came here for a trinket to trade. Now I want much more.

  * * *

  Pyxel

  He didn’t just come on me. He fucking flooded me. I am sticky and messy with his seed, which is already drying on my skin.

  My pussy is sore and aching. In the heat of the moment, his huge cock felt incredible, but as my arousal starts to fade, I feel the effects of his discipline.

  Thick drips of his seed run down over my ass and find my pussy. My ravaged sex tingles as that cum runs between the little folds and crevices of my lips. It’s as if there’s something in his cum reacting with my flesh, making it warmer and tinglier and… oh, god. I let out an involuntary gasp as a bead of his seed finds its way down my pussy to my clit.

  “Fuck!” I push my hand down between my legs and rub that little bud. It feels like it’s swelling up, in a way that feels so fucking good. I am incredibly sensitive between my thighs, my whole pussy is starting to react.

  “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, what did you…”

  I roll over to my back, my hand pushed down between my legs, rubbing furiously as I stare at him. I can’t help myself. I have to come. I need to come. The rough fucking my cunt just took wasn’t enough.

  “Stop!” He grabs my hand, first the one that was rubbing, then the other, which I push straight down between my thighs. I moan and arch my pussy, my thighs spread wide.

  “You’re having an allergic reaction,” he says. “I need to clean that off you.”

  “No!”

  “The swelling won’t stop,” he says. “The longer it stays on there, the longer your little pussy is going to hurt afterward.”

  “I don’t care!”

  Nothing he’s saying matters. All I care about is the heat and arousal between my legs. I’m being driven toward a climax like no other. Every part of me starts to shake. My lips tingle, my breath comes shorter and harder, my cheeks are flushed, and my limbs are shaking.
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br />   “Stop it, girl.” He growls the command, but I don’t listen.

  My whole body is suffused with pleasure not entirely realized. It’s like I’m rising and rising, getting closer and closer, but not quite getting there, my fingers strumming that hot alien cum against my clit over and over.

  I start to come, and it’s an orgasm like I didn’t know orgasm could be. Pleasure jets through my body, shoots up my spine, over my scalp. I am tingling all over, gasping and crying out. It feels as though his hand is clasped at my throat, though I can feel both his hands elsewhere on my writhing body. My limbs contort, my legs drawing up to my chest as I shake and moan and wail, pure release rocketing through my body over and over again in waves.

  “Zuhit!” What sounds like a swear word explodes out of Crash.

  I hear myself making noises that don’t even sound human anymore. Moaning, grunting gasps, and wails. My fingers are stuck between my thighs, rubbing the bud of my clit as I stimulate myself into orgasm after orgasm, one after the other, over and over, the best feeling I’ve ever had in my whole entire life.

  The edges of the world are turning black, my vision is blurring, I am light and floating and there is nothing to anchor me to this world anymore. I could float away right now, fuck myself into eternity’s embrace…

  Slap!

  Something hard and fabric-like with a cool gel is whacked between my legs. Crash wrangles me as I buck against him, trying to pull it off. He just took the orgasms away. Oxygen and anger rush back into my body.

  “That has an anti-semen preparation on it,” he says, rubbing it over my pussy, pushing it firmly into place. “You’ll feel better in a moment.”

  “I was feeling better before!”

  “You were dying,” he growls, looping his arm around my flailing legs and pinning me down on the bed like a wrestler. “You were having an allergic reaction to my semen. Another few seconds of that and you wouldn’t have been able to breathe at all.”

  I let out a long groan. My heart is thundering in my chest, my body is flushed from head to toe, and my pussy is throbbing with post-coital desire. Crash seems seriously disturbed. I can see the concern written all over his handsome face. But I can’t muster even the slightest worry because I feel so incredibly good. Better than I’ve felt in as long as I can remember. Every muscle in my body is relaxed. It’s as if someone attached a hose to me and just sucked all the tension right out.

  Chapter Three

  Crash

  “Congratulations,” Farti says. “You almost fucked her to death.”

  He was in the room the entire time, though neither Pyxel nor I took any notice of him. The world was confined to us, and us alone.

  I cut my eyes at him. I’m very aware of what I almost did. She has no concept. She’s whining that she wants to come again, though I think she’s too exhausted to. Finally she’s under some form of control, lying on the medical bed so well fucked she can’t gather the strength to misbehave. That girl would have happily died if it meant getting the orgasm she wanted.

  “Let’s just get what we came for, before you decimate the local wildlife,” he snorts at me. “Is that her bag?”

  “Yes.”

  He picks it up and starts going through it, tossing out various items. There’s not a lot of value there. All her equipment is battered and old and broken. I’m starting to get a less than good feeling about this. We’re looking for a chip designed at the peak of human technological advancement. It’s alleged to have a strain of technology that has been lost to all other civilizations.

  Humans were slow in their development, but they maintained trees of technology and preserved certain types that were discarded and then lost in the race to the stars more advanced species engaged in.

  What we’re looking for is literally priceless and has no compare. It is legendary.

  He pulls out a plastic box and gives it a shake.

  “Is that it?”

  Farti gives it one look and tosses it on the floor. “This is trash. She doesn’t have it on her. If she has it at all.”

  * * *

  Pyxel

  Crash turns toward me. “I thought you were bringing the chip.”

  “Huh? That is the chip.” It’s hard to lie amid the greatest post-coital haze I’ve ever experienced, but I manage it.

  The fuzzy little animal shakes his head and waves its hands, squeaking furiously in what I guess is a language I don’t understand. Shit. I’ve been outed by a tiny panda pet.

  “Farti says that’s trash.”

  “What do you mean, trash?”

  “I mean it’s not what we came here for.”

  “It’s the chip you wanted. It has wires and stuff.”

  If I could think straight, I’d be giving him a much better sales pitch. Instead, I sound vague and unconvincing. This isn’t good. I wish I cared more.

  His gaze hardens. “Did we just spend eleven of your Earth months coming here to get this thing, and you don’t have it?”

  That is almost exactly what’s happened. Except for one particular point. I do have what they want. I just have absolutely no intention of selling it to them. Aliens have stripped us of almost everything of value. It’s my job to keep things safe.

  “What you’re looking for is old,” I say. “It’s not going to look like your advanced tech. And if you broke it when your pet there dropped it, then you bought it.”

  The fuzzy creature makes an adorable growly sound.

  “You need to get me some new pants,” I say. “And some money.”

  “You’re not getting a damn thing,” Crash says flatly. His great big arms are crossed over his chest and he looks capital P pissed.

  “You’re going to listen to your pet and not me?”

  Farti makes another growling sound. This time it’s not so adorable.

  “He’s not a pet,” Crash says. “He’s my business associate.”

  Uh huh. Sure. And I have a beach ball with a face painted onto it who is my best friend. We all do what we have to in order to get through the day. If Crash wants to insist that the fuzzy little fucker with the aggression issue is telling him something, who am I to burst that bubble.

  “That is the chip,” I say, sitting up. “And you should be a lot more careful with it.”

  “I don’t think it is the chip,” Crash replies. “Did you lie completely about having it?”

  He’s unraveling my scam much faster than I had hoped. I know I’m not going to see a dollar out of this guy, so now it’s a matter of getting the hell out of his presence before he decides to take his disappointment out on me.

  “That is legit,” I say, hopping off the bed and grabbing the ‘chip’ to my chest. “And you’re both acting really unprofessionally. If you don’t want to buy, fine. I’m not going to waste my time being interrogated and talked down to. I’ll find another buyer.”

  I grab the contents of my bag, stuff them all back inside, put my nose in the air, and stride toward the exit.

  I get approximately .05 of the way through that first step before I am hauled back by the behemoth.

  “You’re lying to me,” he growls. “And I don’t like being lied to.”

  “You don’t like much about me,” I snap back at him. “You’ve been yelling and bossing and taking advantage of me since I met you. I’m not going to sell you the chip now, not even if you beg.”

  That burning gaze fixes on me. “Pyxel,” he says, pronouncing my name dangerously softly, and with a great deal of control and care. “We came a long way to buy that chip. I think you have it.”

  “I do have it. It’s right…”

  “That’s a fake,” he says. “Now, I get that you can make more money scamming people by pretending to sell that chip several times over, but that will get you killed.”

  “You’re going to kill me?”

  “I won’t, but others will. And frankly, death will be the least of your concerns if you try this scam on any of the other traders I know. You have no clue ho
w lucky you are it’s me who decided to make the journey.”

  “Lucky?”

  “I’m going to teach you a lesson about lying,” he says. “I’m going to make sure you never lie to me again.”

  “I’m going home,” I say, backing away toward the door. I don’t want another one of his lessons. I’d rather run out of here bare assed naked than take one of those spankings.

  “Pyxel.” He purrs my name softly, his hand firmly around my upper arm. “You’re not going anywhere.”

  “Let me go!” There’s more than a hint of panic in my voice. This is basically worst case scenario. Being captured and forced to give away my secrets through torture means that everything I’ve done has been for nothing.

  “No,” he insists. “I have come a very long way for this, and I’m not leaving without it. Tell me where it is, and I won’t hurt you.”

  “It’s here in my bag.” I stick with the lie. Maybe if I just keep saying it he will start to believe it. He doesn’t know what the real chip looks like. Nobody does except me. Not even that fuzzy little fucker who seems to be intent on getting me into trouble.

  “We are not stupid, Pyxel,” he rumbles. “Either you have it, or you don’t. But either way, you’re going to pay for trying to lie to us.”

  I make another break for the door. His grip had loosened a little and I figured I’d give it a shot. It doesn’t work. He hauls back on my arm and my feet leave the floor. He flips me up and over his shoulder, handling me like a rag doll.