The Alien's Patient

by Renard, Loki

  “You are definitely in trouble for that.”

  “He told you to put me in a zoo!”

  “Obviously that is not something I intend to do,” Serkan said. “Elvor is a foolish, small-minded man. He does not have the courage to leave Svari and he looks down on everything that is not native. Do not take offense to him, it is a waste of time.”

  “I didn’t take offense, I scared the hell out of him,” she grinned. “Did you see him run?”

  This time, Serkan really couldn’t help his smile. “I saw it,” he said. “But I told you to stop and you didn’t.”

  “Actually, no, you didn’t tell me to stop, you just said my name,” she pointed out. “Besides, I didn’t actually do anything.”

  “You were aggressive.”

  “Nuh uh.” She shook her head. “I made sounds. Since when is it a crime to make sounds?”

  He was so close to letting her off the hook. If she had not just undergone a treatment yesterday evening, he might have done so, but he could not allow Faith to get into the habit of giving in to anger, or becoming aggressive and disobedient; that would undo all the treatment she had just undergone. Connections very different from the ones he wanted to be made would be formed. She would become worse, not better.

  “I don’t want you taking matters into your own hands. I am the one who deals with others, not you.”

  “Oh, yeah, and you were dealing with him by letting him talk shit to your face,” Faith said. “I heard him, acting like an asshole. I can’t believe you didn’t beat him.”

  “I’m saving all my beatings for you, brat,” Serkan said, pulling her over to the couch. He did not have his erogenous treatment machine to hand, but he could emulate its effects in the field fairly well without too much trouble. “Looks like we’re going to have our second session sooner than I thought.”

  “Hey! No! That’s not fair! I just totally defended you!” Faith squirmed as he pulled her over his thighs and held her wriggling body over his lap, her curves writhing pleasantly against his stomach and legs as she protested her treatment.

  “There was no defense necessary. I let Elvor have his say, he leaves, the matter is over. Now he will likely be filling out reports and demanding consequences and seeking an audience with the council and all manner of things…”

  “You think Ephemera will change her mind?”

  “No,” Serkan said. “Ephemera has little respect for Elvor. He is a world-renowned whiner, which is why I did not take him seriously and why you should have saved your breath. Surely there are people like that on Earth.”

  “Yeah, they leave political comments on internet videos of cats,” Faith muttered. “But they’re not usually dumb enough to say anything to anyone’s face.”

  “Elvor is protected by his station, as am I to some extent,” Serkan said. “And you, my brat, are going to have to learn to bite your tongue instead of threatening to bite people.” He lifted his hand and brought it down on her bare bottom. Her shirt had ridden up, leaving her vulnerable to his discipline and immediately a pink handprint bloomed on her skin.

  “Ow! Come on!” Her cry of protest was shrill. “This isn’t fair at all, Serkan! I did you a favor!”

  “Mhm.” He traced the line of her buttocks and let his fingers trail down the crevice of her cheeks to find the hot little pouch of her sex between her thighs. “So I should let you behave like a wild animal?”

  “Mmm… yes?” She spoke with a soft moan, her legs parting to allow him access. She was wet, her lower lips dewy with excitement, her gentle scent alluring.

  Serkan felt himself stiffening inside his pants.

  “There’s little point in spanking you,” he growled down at her. “I’ve done it several times and you still seem to disobey me at every turn. You need something more forceful, my patient.”

  His fingers slid roughly and suddenly between her lower lips, thrusting deep into her hot, wet channel. Faith let out a little cry of pleasure and arched her hips up, showing she was more than ready for him. He plunged his fingers in and out of her tightness, his palm slapping against her lower cheeks as he fingered her semi-punitively. His desire for her was so great he could have bent her over the couch and pushed his cock inside her then and there, but what would she learn from that?

  Serkan pulled his fingers from her pussy and pushed her back off his lap enough to allow himself access to his pants. He freed his cock, already thick and hard, throbbing with need. Faith was kneeling next to him on the couch and gave him a naughty little grin.

  “For me?”

  “Suck me,” he commanded, taking a fistful of her hair in his hand. “Take me in your mouth and show me it is good for something besides snarling and growling.”

  He pulled her down toward his cock and noted that she was utterly obedient in this matter at least. Her mouth opened and her lips and tongue wrapped around the shaft of his hardness. It was not as tight as her pussy and he could not thrust as deep, but there was something very gratifying about holding his mouthy brat of a woman down on his cock, filling her impudent lips with his shaft.

  He guided her head up and down, making her take him as deep as she could, noticing that she did not complain at all. If anything there was something greedy about the way she suckled at his cock, her tongue lapping at the head with hungry little strokes before her mouth descended down his shaft again, propelled by his strong hand.

  The scent of her sex was growing, and reaching back with his other hand, Serkan pushed his fingers back into her juicy pussy. She was so damn wet, slick with a viscous liquid of desire. He swirled his fingers, collecting her wetness, then pulled them up and pushed his middle digit against the tight little bud of her ass.

  Faith quivered in response, moaning around his cock with a little squeak as his finger slid into her bottom with the same stern insistence with which he had fingered her pussy.

  “Every one of your little holes is mine,” he growled down at her. “And you will behave yourself when there are guests here, or you will find yourself on your knees with your bottom filled, sucking me until I am ready to fuck your tightest hole.”

  “Serkan!” She gasped his name as he allowed her to pull off his cock, her face bright red with embarrassed desire. His finger was already making good progress in her bottom; sinking to the second knuckle, he sawed in and out of that tight, hot little hole.

  Fuck. He had to have her. He pulled her up from the couch, his finger leaving her bottom, his cock slicked with her wetness as he turned her around, pushed her over the back of the padded rise, and pushed the rampant head of his shaft against her bottom hole.

  It was perhaps a little too quick for her, he could feel her struggling to take him, but she had been naughty and some discomfort would do her good.

  “Owie! Ouch!” she gasped as he pinned her in place, the head of him spearing into her ass, lubricated by her own pussy juices that were still flowing copiously down her thighs. The sterner he was, the wetter she got. Serkan spanked her bottom hard, leaving bright red hand prints on her spreading cheeks as his cock began to slide further into the buttery depths of her bottom. She protested and whimpered, but the whole time she was getting wetter and her hips were arching back.

  “Growl for me now,” he said, pushing his cock deeper until he was buried as deep as she could take him. “Show me how fierce you are with your bottom being fucked.” He started to thrust slowly in and out of her bottom, taking care not to do any damage to her, but being certain to maximize the sensation. Her pussy was creamy with desire and he scooped more of her wetness onto his cock, further lubricating her as he fucked back and forth, filling her deep and sliding out only to push all the way in once more.

  “Serkan!”

  He could feel her trembling beneath him. She loved this treatment, he knew it. He could sense her pheromones going wild as he pinned her hands behind her back and fucked her firmly, her bottom taking his cock obediently.

  “I’m gonna come!”

  He heard
the desperation in her voice and knew that he was not far behind her. Fucking her like this was hot as hell; he loved the way her tight bottom hole stretched for him, the way the heat of her ass was so different to the wet embrace of her pussy.

  “Do you deserve to come?” He fucked her a little harder, one hand keeping her wrists pinned firmly behind her back, the other reaching beneath to cup and squeeze the mound of her pussy. “Have you earned an orgasm?”

  “Yessssssss!”

  He rubbed her pussy and clit, alternating strokes with slaps to her soaking lips, his cock plundering her bottom as he stimulated her sex roughly.

  “Then come for me, you brat,” he snarled in her ear. “Show me how grateful you are to have your ass fucked and your pussy spanked.”

  Faith exploded in climax, her wail echoing off the walls as her anus contracted hard around his cock. Her body shook and trembled with the force of her climax, every part of her giving in to the detonation of pleasure. Her toes curled, her ass arched toward him, beads of moisture appeared all over her body in a single moment, but Serkan wasn’t done with her. He kept rubbing her pussy, kept spanking her climaxing lips and kept fucking her bottom. Her wails reached a new pitch and he felt her bucking against his hand, pushing her greedy little clit against his spanking fingers. She was sloppy with her juices, covered in sex sweat and begging either for forgiveness, clemency, or more, he couldn’t tell what.

  “Are you going to be good for me, Faith? Huh?” He fucked deep and hard inside her. “Or am I going to have to spread your pussy on my machine again, clamp your clit and make you come until I know you can’t make any more trouble? Am I going to have to fuck this little butt of yours every hour of every day to keep you behaving?”

  “I’ll be good! I’ll be good!” She gasped the promise, her butt pressed back hard against him as Serkan pushed his cock as deep as it could go and let a flood of cum flow into her body, filling her ass and pulling out to coat her wet, puffy pussy in his seed too. He held her in place as he pulled back and used his hand to massage his cum into her pussy, slapping the mixture of their juices against her quivering cunt.

  “You better be good,” he growled from behind her. “Because I could do this all day.” He pinched her clit lightly and watched as she bucked like a bronco, gasping and promising good behavior.

  Finally satisfied that she might have learned something, he leaned back over her, turned her head and captured her mouth in a passionate kiss.

  “I love you so much,” he murmured against her lips as she panted with the aftermath of punishment and desire.

  She looked at him, her eyes gleaming, her face flushed—and moaned four words which earned her hot bottom another hard slap.

  “You’re alright, I guess.”

  Chapter Nine

  As the days went by, Faith got a little more used to being on Svari, but she didn’t start liking it. She was in love with Serkan. Every time she looked at him she felt a flush of heat and goodness and love, which was quite foreign to her. She was not used to feeling safe, and she was certainly not used to being taken care of. If they were anywhere else in the universe, she might have been happy, but there was just something about how beautiful and nice everything on Svari was that rubbed her completely the wrong way.

  “Why does this city look like a garden?” She asked the question as she stood at the window, sneering at the beauty laid out before her. “I mean, why is everything built…”

  “So impractically?” Serkan smiled. “I suspect most of it is Ephemera’s taste. The council have a vision which shapes every part of our lives, from architecture, to fashion, to morality.”

  “Easier than thinking for yourselves, I guess.”

  “Easier than the chaos which arises when people think their actions don’t have wider consequences. I understand humans are still in the stage of worshiping at the altar of their individuality. It is a mark of immaturity, to be impressed by the existence of one’s own mind. But do you think most people have truly original thoughts?”

  “Einstein, Hawking, that guy who left the bread out and discovered penicillin, yeah,” Faith said. “Everyone has to be able to think for themselves, so that the geniuses can be found. If that means a million dumb people doing dumb things, that’s worth it.”

  “And when all those discoveries are made? When the proper way of life is discovered… are the millions of people making bad decisions still worth it?”

  “I don’t think all the discoveries can ever be made,” she said. “There can’t be a limit to what’s possible. But there’s always a limit to what governments want their citizens to know. Just like your Ephemera wants you all to do as she says. It’s no different than our government telling us we can’t smoke this or drink that.”

  “It’s a good deal different.”

  “How?”

  “Well, Ephemera has the wisdom of…”

  “Several packages of glow sticks,” Faith snorted irreverently. She refused to buy into the cult-like awe around Ephemera. She had felt the allure of the creature herself, of course, but she preferred to forget that. It had frightened her in a way she could not easily resolve. Even if Ephemera was an angel, well, Faith didn’t have to respect her just because of that.

  “Don’t you have any people here who want to do life differently?”

  “If we do, they keep it quiet.”

  “What a paradise,” Faith said sarcastically.

  “Look at this world, and tell me it is not paradise.”

  “Well, it looks like paradise,” Faith admitted. “But there are erasers that look like bars of chocolate, and you don’t want to eat them. I made that mistake once. Won’t make it again.”

  “Your cynicism continues unabated,” Serkan noted.

  “You like it,” Faith replied. “I get to say what you’re not allowed to say. Hell, you’re probably not even allowed to think it. Ephemera would have you in one of those fuck machines before you could beg forgiveness.”

  “That is not true,” he said. “And you should not suggest such a thing.”

  “Why? Does it frighten you? Are you worried she can hear us now? Are you scared of the neon lady?” Faith needled him mercilessly.

  “You have no respect. I do not think you understand the concept of it,” Serkan said. “But that doesn’t mean there aren’t things that are worth respecting. Ephemera is not a woman…”

  “She is a collective of wisdom stretching through the generations. Yeah. You told me.”

  “I told you, but I don’t think you understood what that really means. Ephemera, the council, they are objects of the most devout reverence. Tonight there is a scared gathering at the temple. We will go. You will see how the Svari worship.”

  “I’m really not into religion,” Faith said. “I mean, you can believe whatever you want to believe, I choose to believe in myself.”

  “And as a result you are self-centered and self-destructive,” Serkan chided her.

  “That has nothing to do with not believing in magical, perfect beings. That just comes from being an imperfect being and knowing it.”

  “Regardless, you and I will be attending the ritual dances this evening,” Serkan said in tones that brooked no dissent. “You will wear traditional Svari dress. I have printed a robe which I think will suit you.”

  “I’m not a dress-up doll, Serkan,” she reminded him.

  “Left to your own devices, you would no doubt choose something black and foreboding,” he said, utterly correctly. “The temple dances are a time of celebration. I am ensuring that you will fit in.”

  “I’m never going to fit in on this planet, you know that, right?”

  “Give it time, Faith,” he said. “You are still very new. It may take years to settle.”

  “You mean to become mindless like the rest of you.”

  “Get dressed, brat,” Serkan said, cutting the conversation off abruptly. “You will find your attire laid out on the bed.”

  What Faith found was a silken dr
ess in peach, orange, and red blooms. She was torn between loving it and utterly hating it. Like so much of Svari art, it was overly ornate and yet beautiful. When she pulled it over her head it fell in a cool sheath about her body, hugging her curves nicely. When she looked in the mirror and saw her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, she realized that she no longer looked like someone from Earth. She looked elegant, refined. She looked like a creature of the garden. What had happened to the woman in the forest? Had a part of her actually died there?

  A small shiver ran through her. She hoped not. Serkan might not care for it, but Faith liked who she’d been back then. It had worked for her. She didn’t want to lose her edge to this culture of perpetually cheerful people who ran screaming at any sign of an original thought.

  “Beautiful,” Serkan said, approaching from the rear. “You look lovely.”

  “Yes,” Faith agreed. “I know.”

  He smirked at her. “Modesty is not something we have worked on yet in your treatment, is it.”

  “It’s a crime to be able to tell if you look good or bad? Well, okay then,” Faith shrugged. “Then I guess I shouldn’t tell you that you look hot.”

  He did look damn hot. He was wearing one of the Svari suits that made the most of his broad shoulders, powerful hips, and long legs. It was a blue steel hue, which brought out the silver of his eyes. Damn. Serkan had no idea how much of an attention getter he was. Every time she started to think about how much she hated being on this weird planet, she would find herself distracted by him.

  “Thank you,” he smiled, reaching for her arm. “Come. We do not want to be late.”

  * * *

  The temple was located at the very foot of the council building. Faith found it strange to be on solid ground again, since arriving on the Svari planet she had been dangling from one high precipice or another. She liked the solid feeling of ground beneath her feet.

  The temple itself was a grand amphitheater, hollowed into the ground and surrounding the base of the tower in a three-hundred-sixty-degree arc. It was huge, walled with delicate glowing pinks and red and oranges, gold tendrils marking the pathways into the seating, which was already thronged with Svari in their best outfits. There was an air of anticipation to the affair, excited murmurs and hushed whispers. The scent of floral perfume was thick and Faith found herself getting caught up in the mood as Serkan directed her to a small box seat located at the top of the theater. There were several more like it placed around, in which various high-ranking Svari were sitting, nibbling on little pieces of fruit and mushroom.