This, I liked. I liked it a lot.
I braced my hands against Oses’ chest, leaning forward to keep that sweet contact between my clit and his larger prick. I eased my hips forward, feeling not only that bright hotness on the most sensitive bit of my flesh, but also the luscious sensation of hard man slipping through me. My head fell back and I closed my eyes to shut out all but that wondrous feeling.
My pussy was on the point of releasing its prisoner when I paused, enjoying the moment of anticipation before reclaiming him. Then I moved back, my pussy swallowing the cock a little at a time, claiming it, making it mine. My sheath gave a muscular spasm, tightening around what I had made my property. Mine, to use as I chose.
I rocked back and forth, letting my passion grow slowly, feeling every nuanced tingle that delighted my flesh. I was aware of the chest beneath my hands rising and falling quicker in response to my motions. I felt the heart within thundering. I heard Oses’ gasps and the tiny uncontrollable motions his excited body made as he lay helpless beneath me. But mostly I felt one cock filling me and the other rubbing with delightful friction, coaxing me to pleasure.
I moved faster, chasing that spiraling climb to ecstasy. I felt my breasts swing back and forth as I moved, and I wished Oses’ hands were on them, squeezing and pinching, offering the heady torment I loved so well. It would have been the perfect counterpoint to the rising pleasure. A few slaps too. His mouth covering mine, his demanding tongue filling my mouth, tasting my rising cries as the fire in my core burned brighter, brighter, overwhelming me, lighting up my entire being from within...
I rode the quicksilver trail of passion, rutting hard against my grunting plaything, the convulsions of my pussy squeezing him as I fed on climax. I fucked that cock for my pleasure and my pleasure alone, taking without a thought for giving back. This was for me. This was mine. I drank it in greedily to the very last drop of delight.
I sat back and looked down on the man beneath me. Oses’ fists were still clenched. His eyes were glazed, and his mouth wide open as he gasped. His fangs were down, and his chest moved like bellows. A delicious droplet crowned the tip of his larger cock.
A rumble of renewed want shuddered through my gut. I was not done with him. Not by a long shot.
I eased upward, releasing Oses from my trembling pussy. He stared up at me, his face working with need. He didn’t speak, however. He didn’t need to. He begged me with his eyes.
I felt a stab of guilt for what I was doing to him. I even felt bad that I was about to do more. I looked forward to it too, though. Maybe I’ve got something of a sadist in my personality after all.
I bent to lick that sweet drop of pre-cum from his cock. I moaned in delight at the flavor, and he groaned in answer. Oses smelled too damned good to not taste even more. I sucked on the juices lubricating his prick, noting how the veins stood out on it. He was so ready for me.
I was ready too.
I crouched over him again, and his eyes lit up. I was going to fuck him, and he was eager. Too eager. I would have to remind him of his place.
I grabbed his jaw and leaned close. “You will not come without permission, Nobek. Do you hear me?”
Between clenched teeth, Oses said, “Yes, my Matara. I will obey.”
I’d have to trust him on that, because if he misbehaved, I had no clue how I would punish him for it. Dominating was certainly harder than it had looked from a submissive point of view.
I filled myself with Oses again, this time taking cocks in pussy and ass. Nice and full, just the way that makes my hair stand on end. Damn, I love Kalquorians and their double pricks.
I started slow again, enjoying the feeling of my Nobek sliding in and out of me, rubbing all the good stuff inside. Propped with one hand against his chest, I played with my breasts with the other, both for my own enjoyment and for Oses’ torment. After a little while, I rubbed my clit too. My sighs filled the air as passion built once more.
When my fingers were coated in cream, I shoved them in Oses’ mouth for him to lick clean. He did so, his tongue wrapping all around my fingers to catch every drop of me.
“What do you say?” I demanded as I pulled the clean digits away.
“Thank you, my Matara,” he whispered. His cocks jerked inside me.
I slapped his jaw, more to get his attention than to hurt him. “You better not come. I mean it, Oses.”
“I will not come until you say I can,” he answered. He got a determined look on his face, as if accepting a challenge to a duel. What the hell, that’s essentially what it was.
“You’d better not.”
I started fucking Oses in earnest. I rode that man for everything I could get. I fucked him and the orgasms rolled in. I took and I took and I took. Some climaxes were monumental earthquakes, rumbling through me until I thought I might fall apart. Some were slow and sweet, like gentle waves lapping at the shore. Some were explosions, bursting forth to send me into annihilation.
Between them, I told Oses to not come yet. I smacked his chest in warning when I thought he might lose control. Beneath my demanding body, he shuddered and tensed, fighting to remain in command of his needs. His tendons stood out in glaring relief against sweat-soaked skin. His teeth clenched with effort. He was beautiful in his agony.
I fucked him until I was too sore to enjoy myself anymore. I leaned down and kissed Oses’ lips, bleeding where he’d bitten them.
“Good boy. My wonderful, amazing Oses. My Nobek. You may come now,” I whispered.
His scream shattered the air as he let go at long last. My ears rang in protest against that wall of sound. I felt him pulse hugely within me, releasing in a flood.
Then he lay gasping, shattered, his eyes rolling. “Fuck,” he whispered over and over. “Fuck.”
Yeah, that pretty much summed it up.
I managed to untie Oses before my strength failed. I lay down on top of him and sighed as his arms wrapped around me. I heard what sounded like cheers and applause in the distance. I remembered Finiuld and his guests and did not care. I drifted, finding shelter once more in the arms of my Nobek and tried not to think about what might happen to us next.
February 21
When I woke who knew how long later, I was no longer in the Arena. I was also not in my habitat. I didn’t know where the fuck I was.
I did know I was on a floor of orange deep pile. I was also wearing some hideous dress of a screaming yellow color. It hung on me like a toga.
I sat up, feeling the padded, springy fur of the ground beneath me. Except for the tangerine shade, it was like most of the flooring of Finiuld’s ship, at least of the parts of it I’d been in. A look around my surroundings told me I was in the Ofetuchan version of a bedroom. There was a small billowing cloud of what I took to be a bed. Floating platforms hovered in the air, holding various items. Some were obvious, like the pyramids that emitted soft lighting. There was a pitcher of that brownish ooze I’d see Finiuld drinking before, along with a cup to pour the ick in. His incense stick cigarettes were on the tray nearest the bed.
A pile of colored clothing of eye-searing hues lay piled in one corner. Objects I couldn’t identify also lay about the floor and floating trays. It was a well-used room, and I knew almost instantly who used it. Finiuld sat a few feet away on one of his mushroom-chairs, quaffing a nearly depleted bottle of brown yuck. He wasn’t even bothering with the glass.
“Awake at last,” he said, smiling uncertainly at me as I eyed him from my position on the floor. “I guess you wore yourself out putting that Nobek in his place. At first I thought I’d fucked up with knocking you unconscious, and didn’t that put a scare in me! I wondered if I had mistakenly punched the button twice? That could have killed you, you know, and that would have fucking pissed me off. I can’t kill Shalia. There’s no one like this Earther female. No, no, that would have been awful!”
Finiuld was getting teary as he blathered on about the possibility of killing me off. I realized he was drunk as a skunk.
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br /> He went on and on, talking a mile a minute. “I kept checking to make sure you were breathing. You slept so long! But then I figured you must be tired. You wore that Kalquorian out. It was so amazing to see you take what you wanted and make him obey you.”
He paused for a moment. I muttered, “I’m glad you enjoyed the show.”
“Oh, I did! And the argument we had later! The women insisted I had trained you to behave that way. ‘Earther women are timid. Earther women are weak. Everyone knows it.’ That’s what they kept saying. But I knew I hadn’t trained you to be a real woman. You can’t teach that.”
Finiuld leaned towards me, as if to relay a confidence. He wobbled precariously, damned near falling off his toadstool chair. “I think they were afraid, Shalia. I think you scared the hell out of them!”
He laughed uproariously at that. He laughed so hard that he did fall off his chair. The Little Creep rolled about on the floor, guffawing like it was the funniest thing in the world.
He rolled a bit too close to me, and I got to my feet and stepped away. I did not want to be tortured because the drunken freak accidentally brushed up against me. I stood and watched Finiuld as he got himself under control.
Finiuld took the opportunity in the break to grab the full bottle of ick from its tray. He waddled back to his chair and laboriously climbed back onto it. I watched him open the new bottle and gulp its contents.
“How did I scare them, Finiuld?” I asked. I thought that if the Little Creep was drunk enough, he might divulge something of use to me. I was also wondering what the hell I was doing in his bedroom.
He looked at me a bit blearily, his blubbery lips curled in a smile that looked downright shy. “What?”
“How did I scare your guests?”
“Oh. Well, you acted like a real woman. Like a real person instead of just an animal. You see, most of my people don’t see other species as real sentient beings. You’re all too crude and dumb. You react instinctively to your environments rather than being proactive. You do possess some intelligence and perhaps you even have souls, but you’re not evolved enough to take seriously.”
“So that’s what makes you feel justified in keeping others as specimens? As exhibits?” I had the urge to snatch the bottle from Finiuld’s hands and smash it over his head.
The bastard smiled at me and bobbed his head. “That’s it, exactly. However, I don’t agree with the popular opinion, at least not entirely. Some creatures I’ve captured show promise. Some are even on the brink of being fully realized. I think you might be such a person, Shalia.”
Finiuld’s eyes went distant. “You showed that in the way you commanded your Kalquorian friend. The way he was ready to obey you ... I could tell he understood you were his better. You’re a strong, dominant woman who takes what is hers, as is her divine right. I knew when Oses immediately gave himself up to you that you were one of the real people, Shalia. Not an animal.”
Finiuld looked up at me with what could only be described as adoration. I was stunned. The Little Creep had mistaken Oses’ willingness to do whatever he had to, to keep me safe. Finiuld had taken the Nobek’s seeming surrender to mean I was a superior being for that reason alone. Having come from a female-dominated society, it matched his criteria for an advanced species trait.
I had no idea what to do now, but I thought I needed to utilize this insight for something. I adopted a no-nonsense attitude, thinking I’d at least better play the part Finiuld wanted to cast me in. I crossed my arms over my chest, standing tall and looking down on him.
“So you acknowledge your mistake in taking me prisoner?” I demanded, giving him my most displeased attitude.
Finiuld blinked. “Oh, but it’s not a mistake! You are more valuable than ever. The so-called dependent Earther female is proven to be otherwise. You are a treasure. I am beyond fortunate to have you.”
So much for demanding my release then. I had to go for another angle. “You dare to hold me against my will when you recognize I am not a lesser being! You do not consider this vile? Unnatural?”
I was excited to see the Little Creep fold a bit into himself at my accusations. He took a gulp of drink before answering, probably to shore up his courage.
I was in no way prepared for his response. “I will make it worth your while to remain with me, Shalia. You wear the collar, but I am yours. All my riches, all my belongings, everything ... I will give it to you. Only be kind to me. Share your thoughts and let me bask in your presence.”
Dear heavens. I couldn’t believe it, but I thought he was talking about worshipping me. By dominating Oses, I had attained near holy stature to Finiuld.
Trying to figure out what I was supposed to do with this information, I dared to say, “You offer nothing I want. Freedom for myself and my – my Kalquorian servant is all I desire.”
Finiuld’s face crumpled. I thought the damned freak would cry.
He jumped off his toadstool and approached me on legs that had turned rubbery. “No! No, you must stay with me. I can give you so much, Shalia. This ship can take you anywhere and no one will know of your approach. With my phase converter, I can fetch you clothes and jewels and everything your heart desires. The clothes you coveted on the Adraf station – all yours for the asking! The treasures of the Kalquorian mines – I will see you have rooms filled with gemstones and gold! I will capture you slaves, men of beauty to enjoy. You do not have to settle for the pleasures one man can give you. I will grant you a harem!”
I felt sick that Finiuld would offer me sex slaves, probably in the hopes of watching me dominate them. However, if I could somehow get him to trust me...
I arched an eyebrow at him. “What if it is Earther men I desire? What if I wish to avenge the abuses I suffered on Earth by having some of those to entertain myself with? Can you give me control over them? Can I command their collars as you do?”
I was sure that Finiuld would become suspicious as I dug for information. However he was either too drunk or too far gone in Shalia-worship (or a combination of the two), to be as wary as he should have. The Little Creep practically danced in his excitement to please me.
“Oh yes, Shalia, absolutely I can give you that power! All it takes is to issue a voice command to the controls, and you will be their mistress. It is so simple. I could even do it right now and put Oses under your command.”
Finiuld’s gaze moved to the left. He took a step in that direction, then stopped short. Concern crossed his features before he gave me a smile that was probably meant to be endearing. With that face and those tombstone teeth, he didn’t quite pull it off.
“Yes, I will demonstrate the power I can give you by putting Oses under your control. I’ll do that later after I send you back to him.”
My heart was beating fast with excitement. I did my best to not show the surge of hope I suddenly felt. “Why not now?” I pressed.
“Oh, now is not a good time,” Finiuld said vaguely, his gaze moving about the room as he avoided my eyes. “I want to talk instead. I want to know all about you, Shalia. I want to hear how you will put those Earther brutes in their proper place.”
He crawled up his seat again, barely able to get on the damned thing even with four arms and suction-cup fingers. Watching his drunken attempts to sit down, I was tempted to help. But does a goddess do such a thing? I decided the answer was probably no, especially since touching the Little Creep would set off my collar. It was painful to watch Finiuld try to gain his chair, but I kept my aura of superiority and let him figure it out.
He finally did, though he listed quite heavily on his perch. I thought perhaps I would get lucky and he’d fall over and crack his skull. But since when am I lucky?
“Please, sit,” he invited between deep pulls on his bottle. He waved uncertainly at the little bed.
I accepted, pretending graciousness. I was doing my best to be the superior creature Finiuld wanted me to be, to keep him on my side. I had an idea, but to prove it out and pull off what I hoped to,
I needed him complacent. Being queenly or goddess-y was harder than it might look. If Finiuld hadn’t been so drunk, he probably would have seen through the attempt.
With his prodding, I talked about my ‘revenge’ on Earther men. I pretended great delight as I devised humiliations for my proposed harem. Finiuld added his suggestions, moving more into the territory of torture. That bastard was as vicious as he was small. More than once I felt nauseous at his proposals, but I pretended approval. When I applauded his notions, he got happier than ever and drank even more in celebration.
We’d plotted for what I reckoned to be nearly an hour before the little shit passed out. I had begun to fear alcohol wouldn’t have that affect on an Ofetuchan because it took so long. His glazed eyes had been at half-mast for almost the entire conversation and his words slurred until I couldn’t quite understand him, and still he wouldn’t lose consciousness.
I’d all but given up when Finiuld dropped his third bottle and tumbled off the seat. He landed heavily on the floor and began snoring fit to knock the walls down.
“Finiuld?” I called, hardly daring to believe he’d drunk himself into a stupor. When he continued to snore I yelled his name instead. Even when I screamed right in his ear, the Little Creep slept on.
I was free to explore the room now. I went directly to the area Finiuld had started towards when he talked about giving me control over Oses’ collar.
In that area was what looked like a silver desk with drawers, supported by stumpy thick legs. It came only to my knees, which made sense given how short Finiuld was. I eyed the wall behind it and my heart sank a little. If there was a control room on the other side of the wall, I couldn’t get to it without Finiuld’s phase device. He wore it on his belt, and touching him would set off the torture command on my collar.
I thought I’d have to try anyway, though I knew it would never work. Still, what else could I do?
Then it occurred to me that Finiuld shouldn’t have been worried about dealing with the controls in my presence if indeed they were out of reach behind the wall. It should have been no big deal for him to phase himself, walk out of this room and into the next, issue the command, and come back. Yet he’d balked to do so.
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