“I was whipped once by a governess,” she says conversationally. “I put her eye out while she was asleep. Perhaps you should fear me.”
I have been holding her in my arms for some time, comforting her. But the mood is shifting and my instincts are telling me she needs me to fill her.
“Your governess didn’t do what I am about to do,” I tell her, running my fingers lightly over the sweet seam of her sex, that dripping part of her she barely seems to be aware of.
My touch ignites that awareness. She gasps and arches, sounding surprised and thrilled in equal measure.
“What did you just do?”
Her expression is one of pure curiosity mixed with wonder. She looks at me as if I just performed a magic trick the likes of which she has never seen before.
“You must have touched yourself here before.”
“Of course I have cleaned myself, but nothing has ever felt like what you just did. Is it an alien trick?”
I let my fingers drift lightly over her sex again, barely touching her. It is a ghost of a caress, and if anything, her reaction the second time is even more intense than it was at first.
“Oh my!” she gasps. “What is… what…”
Her eyes are so wide, her lips parted in a pretty expression of shock. I have barely touched her and yet I have changed her world forever. She will never forget this moment.
Astaria
Every part of me is alive in a way it has never been alive before. I tremble with a delicate and yet powerful feeling that surges through every part of me and yet is rooted right between my thighs. The lightest of caresses from his alien fingers have made me a different creature. I do not recognize the feelings he has awoken in me. They are foreign and yet they are mine, and they are linked to a deep craving I have been ignoring for a very long time.
What are the odds that this brutal alien warlord with his strange skin and abundance of brutal muscles would be the one to unleash some softer part of me? No. I must resist it. I must…
“Ohhh…”
I moan as he caresses me a third time. It feels better each and every time. So many things in life lose their flavor and pleasure upon repetition, but I find myself becoming increasingly greedy and perhaps even desperate for these sensations.
Blackmane
She has been neglected in so many ways, given no education whatsoever about her body or what it is capable of.
“Do you know what mating is, Astaria?”
“Mating? As in being friends?”
I am not entirely certain she is this innocent, but when I take into account that she has had no friends and apparently very little in the way of education besides self-defense, there’s a possibility she hasn’t heard anything a woman of her age should know. She was born well over twenty years ago but was kept in a state of twisted innocence.
“No wonder you’ve been killing everything you encounter,” I murmur.
I want to claim her. My flesh cries out for her hot, wet interior. I can only imagine how she will feel while wrapped around my cock. She is so soft and yet so strong, so perfectly proportioned with her curves. Every one of them calls to me. I could spend years exploring her body, and I believe I very well might. But this revelation gives me pause. She does not know the mechanics of mating. If I were to ravage her this very moment, she would be introduced all too roughly to the act of love, and this is perhaps the only opportunity for her to find any kind of salvation.
I will have to take my time with her.
This will be a sweet torture for her. I have barely touched her and she is already arching her hips and presenting herself for me. There are good instincts trapped inside her, greater things than she has shown so far.
“I can make you feel good, princess,” I purr, letting my hand hover over her sex, allowing her to feel the heat from my flesh. “But it will come at a price.”
“What’s the price?”
“You must refrain from any aggressive actions while you are on my ship and under my care.”
"But your guards are so annoying.”
“No matter how annoyed you are, you cannot gut a single soldier.”
She is about to argue. I intercept that thought by stroking just above the little bud at the apex of her inner lips. Human physiology is uniquely sensitive, so sensitive many of the poor creatures live in an almost constant state of anguish.
“Oh… oh my…”
“Sir,” I remind her.
“Sir, please,” she whimpers prettily.
This is the first time I have seen her submit. It comes so naturally and so beautifully. It flows from her lips all the way through her body to her thighs which have softened and spread, inviting me to explore that tender chalice which lies between them, furred with dusky golden down.