Brute: A Dark Sci-Fi Romance

by Loki Renard

  “I gave her my seed indirectly. A deposit.”

  “You came into a cup for her?”

  “It was a small price to pay.”

  I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that, but… he had to save me.

  “I don’t like the idea of her making babies with you. Even if they are eggs.”

  “She won’t make a thing with them,” he explains. “Unfortunately, her reaction to my seed was even more violent than yours. It was quite nasty, I believe. Could easily have killed her, if not for the compounds we have to neutralize my semen.”

  “So… she wanted you to fuck her. You gave her some of your cum, which made her sick, and you sold her the cure? All to save me?”

  “I did what I had to do,” he growls against the back of my neck. “I’d do it again. I’d do more. I’d do worse. I was ready to destroy every single one of them.”

  I believe him. His possession of me was immediate and total. The moment we met, we bonded. And he proved that when he came to save me. He had no reason to. I had nothing for him anymore. He had the chip. He could have left me to die as a Genari slave.

  “I don’t deserve…”

  “Don’t ever talk about what you deserve,” he says, grazing his teeth over my neck. “Nobody gets what they deserve. They get what they fight for.”

  There’s my brute. I see the indomitable male who faced almost certain death at the hands of millions of Genari for me.

  “You fought too, Pyxie,” he reminds me. “You didn’t take the dew. You could have become one of their prisoners, a new queen for a new colony. You could have submitted to them.”

  “But I never submit to anyone.” I flash him a grin.

  “Mhm.” He runs his hand over my cheeks. “And it’s one of the reasons I love you so much.” He pushes his hand down between my thighs and cups my sex. “I’m going to take you again, Pyxel. Show you to your core it doesn’t matter if you submit or not. I’ll take what I want from you.”

  “Your cum is still dangerous to me,” I remind him as he starts to massage my pussy.

  “Not with proper treatment. You’ll gain a natural resistance over time too. You just need exposure. Lots and lots of exposure.” His eyes burn into mine. “Open your legs.”

  “Annnnnnnd that’s my cue,” Farti sighs, taking the tray away.

  I keep my legs closed. I want him to take me. I want him to chase away the horror of this ordeal with his body. I want to feel him overwhelm me, so I know he still can.

  Crash does not disappoint. His big hands rest on my thighs and pull them apart. He pushes the head of his cock against my sex and I let out a shivering sigh.

  “You want this, Pyxie?”

  “Yessss…” The word is pulled from the very core of me. I want this. I want him in my pussy, my ass, my mouth. I want him inside me over and over until I am sore, until I am nothing but his fuck puppet, his toy, his possession. And then I want him to fuck me again. And again. And again.

  I have lost everything besides him. He is all I have. And the feeling I get when he is inside me, when we are joined so completely that I forget I was ever alone, is worth everything I have lost.

  Crash pushes inside me. Slowly, he splits me open. Yes. This is what I have craved. This is what I hoped was real. And it is real. Every single bit of that hot, hard flesh, parting my lips and spreading my sex.

  “You’re still a bad girl,” he murmurs in my ear. “Still a naughty little human brat.”

  “What are you going to do about it?”

  He pulls out of my pussy, puts the head of his cock at the tight little bud of my ass. “I’m going to discipline you,” he informs me, wrapping both my wrists in one of his great hands. “I’m going to fuck you and whip you until you behave. And then I’m going to do it all over again the day after, and the day after that, because I don’t think you’ll ever be broken.”

  A whimper escapes me as he starts to breach that tight, sensitive part of me. I could argue with him, tell him that it’s cruel. That I have been through so much and need to be handled gently. But that’s not true. I need him to be everything he has always been. I need him to be dominant. I need him to be commanding. I need him to be my brute.

  Epilogue

  Two weeks later…

  Pyxel

  “Hold still and quit squirming.” Crash rumbles the order down at me. It’s pretty hopeless. I can’t stop my hips from making the slow writhing motions they always make when he takes control.

  “Squirming is my natural reaction to being pinned down.”

  “It’s your reaction to everything. Now hold still.”

  I feel a sharp prick in my ass and actually manage to stay still for the thirty seconds or so it takes for Crash to dose me.

  He puts a little sticking plaster over the spot where he injected the serum into my left butt cheek. It’s a treatment for my reaction to his cum, a much needed one that has taken too long to develop.

  Since we survived the Genari, he’s been spilling his seed everywhere but on me and inside me. That orgasm when we first met has been haunting my mind, the memory of what it was to come and come, filled with streams of his seed washing me away in floods of ecstasy.

  “Now you can come inside me.”

  “I can,” he smirks, running his fingers up the inside of my now spreading thighs.

  He’s going to claim me. He’s going to fill me. But not yet. I need something else first.

  I pull away and sit up, facing him.

  “What’s wrong?” He cocks his head and gives me a curious look. I don’t usually put the brakes on sex. But it hasn’t been the same lately. Something has been different and I think I know what.

  “Do you think we’ve lost our spark?”

  “What?”

  “I mean, now we’re on the same team. And nobody is trying to kill us. Is it not hot anymore?”

  “Pyxel,” he purrs. “It was never hotter just because you were lying to me, or because we were in danger.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Very.”

  “Because, you know, I could be a bad girl if you needed me to be.”

  “Oh, I know,” he smirks.

  “I mean, I could be really bad. For us.”

  “That’s really not necessary.”

  “What if it was too late?”

  The smile on his face fades. “What have you done?”

  “Nothing!” I assure him quickly. “I mean, basically nothing.”

  “Pyxel…” He growls my name and I squirm.

  He’s wrong. It’s much hotter when I’m naughty.

  “Tell me what you’ve done.”

  “Nothing! Probably!”

  “Probably?”

  He doesn’t like to be teased like this. I’m discovering that now. He’s starting to give me one of those looks. The kind of looks he gave me when we first met. I wonder if I’m mad for deliberately evoking this kind of reaction in him. He is a powerful beast of a man, and I know this will end in pain.

  “Tell me what’s going on, Pyxel.”

  “You figure it out.”

  He growls, a deep sound that rumbles through me. He places his hands either side of me on the medical table. Suddenly, I am keenly aware of my nude state. This injection was supposed to be foreplay of sorts, provide a ‘there, now it’s all better, now we can fuck like we want to and nobody dies’ relief.

  But I’m wondering if it is a relief. Maybe I need an edge of danger. Maybe I need to be in trouble. Maybe I’m one twisted little girl, and maybe this is a test to see if he understands that.

  He looms over me, his massive head less than an inch from mine, his powerful body making me feel small. His eyes burn and I feel the quickening of my pulse as his features harden. He is becoming the dominator, the interrogator, my owner, right before my eyes.

  “You want me to be angry at you?” He asks the question in dangerously soft tones.

  “No. Yes. I don’t know.” I am squirming, and there is heat and moisture
between my thighs.

  “Well, Pyxel,” he purrs. “I am starting to be very displeased. If you don’t want me to get too angry, tell me what you’ve done.”

  Should I tell him? I should tell him. But I won’t. Because I have to know that everything we went through wasn’t a one-off experience. I need to know that he can be as harsh with me now as he was when I was just a random trader trying to rip him off.

  I became his damsel in distress. I became the pathetic little creature he had to guide back to full health after my ordeal with the Genari. I want to be more than that. I want to be his equal in some sense, even if I’ll always be subordinate to his strength and power. I want to be trouble.

  He lets out a snarl and tips me over onto my stomach. My hands catch the edge of the bed as his big palm finds my ass with a flurry of harsh slaps. It’s pain. It’s what I need.

  * * *

  Crash

  She’s safe. She knows it. And she hates it.

  If I have learned one thing from Pyxel, it is that humans were not born to exist in a world where all is well. They need adversity. They need chaos. If there is none, they manufacture it.

  I have no idea what she’s done. But I see a light dancing in her eyes that hasn’t been there since before the Genari came. I am pleased to see it. It means she has recovered from her ordeal, from the trouble she caused enough to cause trouble yet again.

  I am going to have my work cut out for me with this one—a fact I am very glad for. She will never bore me. I will need eyes in the back of my head. I will need two hands to thrash her, and another set to hold her. I will need to be the warrior I have always been, and the lover I never was before.

  There’s no point in continuing this conversation. She’s not going to tell me what I want to know, not until I make her little ass burn bright red.

  She lets out a squeal of excitement as I flip her over and I can’t help but smile to myself. She can’t hide her glee at the prospect of being punished. This is my Pyxel, and it’s time to spank her.

  My hand descends on her perfect round cheeks time and time and time again. Her full cheeks take punishment well, almost as if nature intended for her to be disciplined this way. I hold her in place and I punish her and I listen to that squeal of excitement turn to a gasp of discomfort and then a shriek of actual pain. It has to hurt, or she won’t know it’s real.

  I love her with everything I am. I will possess her with every breath. And I will give her what she needs, even when what she needs is a good solid thrashing for no reason whatsoever.

  “What did you do, Pyxel?”

  Her answer is incoherent. I push my hand between her thighs, part them roughly and push two fingers into her dripping sex. She’s soaked. For the first time in a long time, I don’t have to worry what will happen if I get my cum inside her. I’m going to fill her to the brim, I’m going to coat her in it. She’s going to wear my seed over every inch of her hot little ass.

  A few strokes of my fingers in her pussy, a few hard slaps to her ass. Back and forth I go with this rough teasing play. And it is play, even if anyone coming upon us would think that she was being tormented by the sounds she’s making.

  “Crash!”

  “What?”

  She turns her head. She is so beautiful, her face flushed, her eyes bright. “Fuck me. Please.”

  “You haven’t earned my cock,” I remind her. “You need to tell me what you did.”

  “No! Fuck me first!”

  “I’m not going to do a deal with you like that,” I snort. “You like to lie about your goods. You tell me, or you forfeit my cock.”

  Her whine makes me smirk. She doesn’t like that deal one little bit. But it doesn’t matter. It’s my deal to make. Hers to take.

  “Tell me,” I growl, twisting my fingers inside her desperate little hole.

  * * *

  Pyxel

  I know he’s going to fuck me anyway. If I hold out a little longer, maybe I can win this.

  “Ow!” I squeal as his palm blasts across my bottom, far too hard for me to sustain for long. He’s playing to win.

  “Too late,” he tells me as I squeal. “I’ll take this other little hole.”

  His fingers go to my ass and start that pushing motion, massaging my slickness against that tight muscle that isn’t so tight anymore. He has trained me to loosen up when he goes that way. My body knows how to obey, even if my mind doesn’t.

  Soon his fingers are breaching the barrier of my ass. I am writhing in front of him, my bottom spread around those punishing digits, my ass burning in the aftermath of the slaps he blazed across my cheeks.

  “Tell me.”

  “No!”

  “No?”

  “Spank me, finger me, fuck me, I don’t care!” I throw the defiance over my shoulder. I want to test him. I want to see how far he’ll go now that I am his.

  “You don’t care?”

  I feel his fingers pull out of my ass, and I know I’ve fucked up.

  “I mean, I care, but… I…”

  “Get up, Pyxel.”

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  I push back off the bed and stand up, facing away from him. I feel his hand on my shoulders, turning me gently toward him. He looks down at me, and I see disappointment, maybe even hurt written on his features.

  “You don’t care?”

  Suddenly my ass isn’t the thing that hurts most. He’s flooded me with guilt with the simple expression on his face.

  “I care,” I try to explain. “I was just…”

  He remains silent, leaves me to fumble for an explanation.

  “I was just saying stuff,” I say, feeling hot and embarrassed and so damn small.

  “And why were you saying it?”

  “Because, uhm…” I sneak a glance up at him. It’s so hard to meet his gaze. The blazing red in his eyes has died down. He looks more human. I see the man I love. The man who risked everything for me. The man who gives me what I need, protects me from myself. The man who doesn’t deserve this shit. “I don’t know.”

  “Yes, you do.”

  “I was just enjoying the… you know, the uhm… the fight.”

  “By provoking me into a punishment for something you didn’t actually do, you’ve managed to earn a real one. Congratulations. Get on your knees.”

  I sink down to my knees, hoping that my obedience shows him that I do actually care, and that I was just saying silly stupid things I didn’t mean.

  “Open your mouth.”

  I open and he pushes his cock between my lips, my head held between his great big palms. He doesn’t fuck my mouth. He just keeps his cock in it, right at the back of my throat, just before it would gag me.

  “You want to defy me, you can defy me. You want to test me, you can test me. But I’m not playing with you, and I promise you what you say and do will have real consequences, whether you mean them or not. Understand?”

  It’s impossible to say I do. I manage a little muffled semi-nod.

  “You’re going to care,” he growls, “because I’m going to make you care.”

  He starts to fuck my mouth, long strokes of his cock all the way out and back in again. He doesn’t have to tell me to keep my mouth open. I know what he wants. He wants to use me, to have me hold myself open for him, to keep eye contact as he pushes that thick rod inside the one hole I have that isn’t immediately pleasurable for me.

  This is for him. This is him using my mouth to make himself feel good. And this is me offering it to him because in spite of the little scene I just made, I care more about him than I have ever cared about anything. The lesson I am learning with his thick meat in my mouth is that maybe I don’t need to test that so much.

  He stills his hips and starts drawing my head back and forth along the shaft of his dick. For a dozen or so strokes, he uses my mouth like a fuck toy, then he pushes me off, slides his hands down to my hips, picks me up off the floor and pulls my pussy onto his cock in one smooth motion.

  He
handles me like I’m his personal fuck doll. He is so strong he can lift me, spin me, turn me around, go from one hole to another without any effort at all. Soon he is turning me head over heels, a few casual strokes in my cunt, then the room spins and his dick is in my mouth again. There’s no time to orient myself to what is happening. There is just a continual cycle of spinning and cock, one hole stretched, then the other filled, over and over again. My pussy clenches around his rod, tries to capture and keep him in, but he pulls out easily and takes my mouth, makes me taste my juices.

  We are both panting like animals as he finally takes pity on me, stops the fucking Ferris wheel, and slides me down on his dick. Holding me in his arms, he pounds me up and down on that big thick shaft, his fingers snaking around the curve of my cheeks so my tight little anus is penetrated with his hard digit every time I come down.

  He’s going to come inside me. I can feel it in the urgency of his thrusts, see it in the blazing of his eyes. His mouth locks on mine, his cock swells inside me. I grind my hips, impaled on his body, ass and pussy filled. He grunts and growls against my lips, his tongue lashing mine as we both finally attain the release we have needed for so long. With a warrior’s shout he unleashes inside me, a barrage of cum that triggers immediate orgasm in my ravaged pussy.

  I cling to him, my fingers grasping his flesh so desperately I can feel them digging in, leaving indentations in his skin. It doesn’t matter. There is nothing I could do to interrupt his orgasm. My body is shaking with the force of climax as Crash unloads inside me, wave after wave of cum splashing inside my ravaged pussy. The contractions are incredible. My sex pulsates and clenches, my hips writhe with the onslaught of orgasm. My desperate twisting motions force me deeper on his fingers, my ass fully penetrated, my pussy awash with alien cum.

  He holds me on his cock. Makes me take every bit of that cascading orgasm-inducing seed. I shake and quiver and gasp, and this time there is no shortness of breath, no impending death. There is life and more life, running through every part of me. I am wired with orgasm. I am animated by pure pleasure. I am a bad girl—and every bad girl needs her brute.