She was so full. So completely stuffed full of his cock. Every time he slid out of her ass she felt as though part of her was missing. He belonged in her. She belonged to him. Her ass was his. Her pussy was his. Her fucking soul was his.
“So tight,” he was grunting. “So hot.”
He was going to come in her ass. He was going to leave her greedy, wet pussy unsatisfied. Did she deserve to be fucked there? Did she deserve pleasure at all after all that had passed? She didn’t know, her mind was addled with the pumping, thrusting dominance of the alien who owned her.
“Yes!” He pulled her hips up and back, lifting her onto her tiptoes as he shot his seed inside her, stretching her ass to its fullest capacity, making her take absolutely every inch, and seeding her desperate body more thoroughly than she was sure she could bear.
“Jerri…”
He crooned her name and stroked her cheek, guiding her back to reality. Her eyelashes fluttered against flushed skin as she returned to consciousness.
“You fucked me until I fainted,” she mumbled.
He had. He had also ensured very quickly that he had done no physical damage to her interior, but simply overwhelmed her capacity for sensation.
“Yes,” he purred. “And we are not done.”
“Wha… oh, my god!”
She let out a soft moaning wail as he began to toy with her pussy. He had washed himself while she lay recovering on the floor, and now he was ready to reclaim her properly, running the length of his copper-ridged dick along the soft, welcoming petals of her pussy.
“Be careful,” she pleaded, her hand on his lower abdomen, her big blue eyes lit up with sudden concern.
“The roughness is over,” he promised. “I need to feel you wrapped around me. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” she moaned, her face flushing anew. He knew her pussy would be hungry for his cock. He had never encountered a female of any species who delighted in being mated the way his little human did.
Atlas slid into her slowly, watching the way her pussy spread for him, gripping him eagerly as his thickness gently invaded her.
He was going much more slowly than she had requested, one might even describe it as torturously slowly. There was no rush anymore, no fundamental seed-spilling hurry. Now he could take his time with this human who belonged to him, slowly exploring the depths and breadths of her tender cunt, feeling the way it gripped and embraced him, slipping ever deeper into what felt like a warm, wet caress.
Deeper. Deeper. Deeper still. Her pussy felt like she did, an ever-unfolding series of surprises, stronger than he imagined, more unpredictable than he, well, predicted. She lifted her hips in an effort to try to take him faster.
“Uh uh uh,” he chided gently, pressing her back down. “Do I have to hold you down?”
He didn’t have to, but he wanted to, and he could see in her eyes she wanted it too. She needed to be filled, but she needed to be dominated even more. She had to be able to slip back into the sense of safety that came with being in the presence of a larger, more powerful, infinitely controlling being. Atlas would become her universe, just as she had become his world.
“No…” he chided again as her hips once more tried to surge up. He punished her by withdrawing his cock to the tip, enjoying her whine of loss. She loved being fucked by him. It might even qualify as a physical need given the way she shook, trembled, and reached for him.
“Slowly,” he reminded her. “Gently.”
“Not this gentle,” she whined adorably. Atlas did not need her to be fully obedient. He would never have wanted her to become entirely submissive, as easy as that might have made his life. He enjoyed the tension, the push and the pull. The act of dominating her was a process, not a destination, and he rewarded her stilled hips with a real thrust that buried a full two inches of his cock inside her, only to draw it back ever so slowly all over again, leaving her entirely empty.
“Please, Atlas, take me, please…” she started to beg.
He enjoyed this most of all, the way she put her entire being into pleading with him for his cock. Jerri was a greedy little human, hungry for carnal attention, desperate to be fucked with the long, dominant strokes that would make her toes curl and her skin flush and every part of her contort with pleasure.
He wanted that too, but he wanted control even more. He wanted to draw this out and make it absolutely clear to her with her sweet pink inner lips wrapped around his harsh alien cock that she was as connected to him as it was possible to be.