by Aline Ash
I don’t understand it. I’ve never been a BDSM kind of girl, and yet here I am, ass up in the air, Tulo wailing on it, and though I’m crying out in pain, I’m also crying out with pleasure. Though I’m gripped with a bone deep aching, I don’t know that I’ve ever been wetter before. And while I’m begging him to stop slapping my ass with his rusha, there’s a small, but growing, piece of me that doesn’t want him to.
As humiliating as it is to be so exposed and so bare in front of all these vile creatures that are filling the stands, it’s exciting in ways I’ve never contemplated before. It’s deliciously dirty. Filthy. Exciting. I feel like I’ve come half a dozen times already, my body absorbing the impact of his paddling, some small piece of me crying out for more.
Crack. Crack.
I wail, my voice ringing out crystal clear over the din of the crowd. Tulo is standing beside me, the rusha in his hand. From my vantage point, I can see his own arousal tenting in his pants. I can see his long, thick cock pressed tightly against his breeches, and that carnally-charged part of me wants to reach out and grip it. Wants to take it into my mouth. Wants to feel it buried deep inside me.
I quickly try to banish those thoughts. But when I look up and meet his gaze, I see the desire in his eyes, every bit as thick as what’s flowing through me right now. This is exciting the both of us and I can see that Tulo wants me as badly as I want him. He walks back around and delivers another pair of stingers that make me cry out, loud and long. My throat is suddenly dry, my voice raw and hoarse.
Closing my eyes, I feel my body quivering and shaking, caught somewhere between agony and ecstasy. A moment later, another cry is torn from my throat as Tulo delivers another sharp strike. I shudder and gasp, then cry out again as an orgasm, the most powerful one yet, tears through me. It drives the breath from my lungs and makes me completely lightheaded.
“Enough,” Wylto calls.
Part of me is disappointed. It takes some time, but the tight fist of my orgasm finally eases, and I feel like I can breathe again. But it was such a rollercoaster of sensation and emotions that I suddenly feel drained and my body goes limp. I feel spent, exhausted, and want nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep for the next twenty years.
Slowly, the applause from the crowd begins to fade as they sense the show is over. I look up weakly and see them shuffling toward the exits. Tulo is unshackling me and keeps me from falling. A Gargolian guard in black strides over to us and tosses Tulo a black tunic.
“Cover her,” he orders.
Without a word and seeming like I’m moving on autopilot, I raise my arms and let Tulo slip the tunic over my head. It’s large and hangs down to my knees, and I grimace as the fabric of the tunic touches my sore behind. Now that the adrenaline has worn off, along with my orgasms, I’m really feeling it and it is absolute agony.
The sound of a single man applauding draws my attention. With Tulo supporting most of my weight and keeping me upright, he turns me around. Standing at the edge of his private box Wylto D’gresh has a wide smile on his face and his applause echoes around the now nearly empty pit.
“Well done,” he says. “Both of you. That is a show they will be talking about for some time. Well done.”
I cut my eyes over to Omna, who’s sitting casually in her chair, one long, toned, scaly leg, flung over another. She’s got a drink in one hand and gives me a smirk. I know she enjoyed the show more than most. Seeing me beaten senseless is kind of her thing.
“Take the human back to your cell, Jin,” Wylto calls magnanimously. “Help her heal. Enjoy each other, for tomorrow, you both have the day off.”
Tulo nods and carefully tries to avoid my backside, which feels like it’s been turned into raw meat and then fried to within an inch of its life. His arm brushes it accidentally and I whimper as a bright bolt of pain racks me. Tears spill down my face as the pain seems to be getting worse.
All thoughts of the pleasure I felt during that spectacle, along with the memory of the powerful orgasm that rocked me, flee my mind. All I seem able to focus on right now is the fact that I am in more pain than I have ever been in my life.
Chapter Ten
Tulo
I lay her down gently on her bunk, on her stomach, and back away slowly. Now that the adrenaline of the arena has passed, she is in pain, and groans loudly. Her body is stiff, tense, and every movement she makes seems like an exercise in agony. It is strange, but within me, I feel badly for causing her this pain.
As exciting and arousing as it was—indeed, my jura is still stiff as I think back on it—I do not enjoy the fact that I have caused her this sort of discomfort.
“Are you all right?” I ask.
She turns her head, her eyes narrowed at me. “Do I look all right?”
I chuckle ruefully. “Stupid question,” I admit. “My apologies.” At least her fiery spirit is still kicking.
“I hate these fuckers,” she buries her face in her pillows and groans miserably, compounding my own guilt.
It is a strange feeling for me to be having, and one I have not often felt lately, which makes it instantly recognizable. I only did what was required of me, as I have done every day since they brought Daca and I here. But as I look at Eva lying on her bunk in such obvious misery, I am overcome by a tightness in my chest and the pervasive feeling of my culpability.
“I can heal you,” I tell her. “If you wish.”
“Heal me?”
I nod. “I can take away your pain.”
“How?”
“It is an ability my people, the G’osha, possess,” I tell her. “It is one reason the Gargolians are keeping us. They wish to learn to harness this power for themselves.”
She winces as she shifts on the bed, pain etched into her features. I do not like to see her hurting, so I hold her gaze firmly.
“Will you trust me to help you?” I ask.
She nods. “I do.”
I step forward and reach out, my hands hovering just above her skin. I look down and her head is turned to the side on her pillow, looking at me from the corner of her eye.
“I must put my hands on you, and this may not be comfortable,” I tell her.
“It’s not going to hurt as bad as that paddle,” she says with a smirk.
I smile gently at her. “That is true.”
Closing my eyes, I draw in a long breath and let it out slowly, focusing all of my thoughts and energy, directing it into my hands. I feel the tips of my fingers growing warm, a pale purple glow forming and surrounding my hands. As I draw more energy into my hands, the heat continues to grow and the purple glow grows brighter.
“What is that?” she asks, a note of awe in her voice. “That feels so strange. It tingles.”
“It is what we call our putha, our essence,” I explain. “It will dull your pain and heal your wounds.”
Eva draws in a sharp breath when I lay my hands on her backside. She squirms beneath me as I press down harder, quiet whimpers escaping her lips. I feel my putha flowing into her, filling her body with its healing power. A moment later, she stops squirming, and the tone of the whimpers coming from her mouth changes, and she begins to move sinuously beneath me. As she does, I can smell the scent of Eva’s arousal growing. I clear my throat and let the last flow of putha seep down into her, then step away. I walk to the far end of our chamber and give myself a moment to gather myself.
When I turn around, I find Eva sitting up, her legs dangling over the side of her own bunk. Her dark eyes smolder with a heat as intense as what comes out of the fire mountains of Tabia.
“You feel better?” I ask.
She nods and gets to her feet, then steps closer to me. I breathe deeply, my mind swimming with the scent of her arousal. It is as thick as it was in the arena, and my staff automatically begins to stiffen in response.
As she takes another step forward, my rigid jura presses against her, and Eva looks down. She raises her eyes to me again and the desire I see in them fills me with the ne
ed to have this human. When I was punishing her, I could smell how excited she had become, and saw the slickness of her pysa. Then, I was using my putha to make her more aroused so it could ease her pain; now, I’m only healing her without affecting her in any other way. But surprisingly, she still wants me.
I try to control the raging river of lust swelling within me, but as she reaches down and takes hold of my jura though my breeches, gripping and squeezing it hard, I know I’m already losing that battle. I take a step back and try to resist. Wylto had been all too interested in having me couple with Eva, and I do not know why. That alone should be enough reason for me to push her away.
But as she strokes my jura up and down with a sultry look in her eyes, I know I cannot deny her, or deny myself, the pleasure of having her. The fires of lust curl within me, setting my entire body ablaze.
“Why do you do this?” I ask, my voice hoarse and thick.
“Because I want to,” she replies. “I have never been more turned on than when you were…punishing me. Or healing me. It’s like your putha has done something to me. I don’t know what it is, but I like it.”
“I did not wish to do that.”
“I didn’t want you to either,” she says with a small laugh. “But you showed me something about myself I did not know before.”
“And what was that?”
A small grin curls her mouth upward. “That I’m not completely opposed to a little pain mixed with my pleasure.”
The heat coming from her grows as thick as the scent of her arousal. Unable to deny myself any longer, I lean down and press my mouth to hers. She draws in a breath as I slide my tongue through her parted lips, tasting her, a slight shudder rippling through me as I feel her tongue swirling around my own. I pull her to me and gently nip at the skin on her neck, taking care not to fracture it. For as tough as she is, her skin is still far thinner and a Tabiean’s. I need to be gentle.
I grip the edges of her tunic and she raises her arms, regretfully having to let go of my jura, which aches with need. I toss the tunic to the side and take a moment to admire the swells and curves of her body, running the tips of my fingers along her smooth, milky white skin.
I feel my jura growing impossibly hard as I gaze upon her beauty. I have never seen a human female naked before I was forced to punish Eva. But then I was focused on not hurting her too much, now I can have a better look and the sight of her is breathtaking.
She has soft curves, and firm planes. Her skin is smooth and looks delicate but enticing. Intoxicating. My eyes travel down the curve of her full breasts, lower to the swell of her hips and to the small thatch of hair between her thighs. I breathe deeply, savoring the scent of her arousal, and the spark of desire inside of me becomes a raging inferno. She slowly turns her eyes up to me, a strange expression upon her face.
“Y-you’re glowing,” she says, her voice colored with awe.
I give her a small smile, looking down at the pale white nimbus that surrounds me. I wouldn’t have given it a second thought had she not mentioned it. “It is a natural reaction for Tabieans,” I explain. “Something about the chemicals in our body reacting when certain emotions are…heightened. Such as desire.”
“So it’s a good thing,” she says. “You’re not about to explode or anything.”
I laugh softly. “I am about to explode, inside of you.”
I step to her and take her into my arms, pulling her into a hard kiss. Her tongue dashes against mine and when I move to slide my tongue down her neck, she shudders. Picking her up, I carry her over to the small table in the corner of the room. She gasps when I put her bare backside down on the cold metal, and then laughs. I kiss her again before sliding my tongue down her body. Her hands are bunched in the fur atop my head, and as I sink to my knees before her, she pulls harder.
The scent of her desire is strong. Sweet. And I feel my mouth watering in anticipation. Parting her thighs roughly, I lean forward and look upon a human woman’s sex for the first time, surprised to find it doesn’t look entirely alien, or all that much different than a Tabiean female’s. I was not expecting that.
I slide my tongue deep into her dripping wet hole. She cries out as I lick and lap at her with zeal, the scent and taste of her upon my lips spurring me on. The feel of her juices upon my face heightens my desire and I plunge my tongue as deep inside her as I can, relishing the taste of her.
Eva is gripping my hair hard, pulling it as she throws her head back and cries out. Her thighs are clamped hard around my head and she is grinding herself against my mouth, urging me to lap at her warm, wet core. I slide a thick finger into her tight, wet pysa and a gasp bursts from her mouth.
I use my tongue and finger in sync with one another, licking and filling her hard and fast. Eva’s body trembles and her muscles tighten as she pulls my hair so hard, it’s almost painful. I lean into her harder, feeling the shuddering of her body, savoring every last drop of her juices, and driving my finger into her. Eva is crying out, her breath coming out in short, sharp bursts.
A moment later, I slip a second finger into her as I nip at her swollen bud and she lets out a high, keening wail. Her body shakes violently, and her legs grip my head tight. I keep licking her, lapping at her juices as she climaxes, reveling in the feel and taste of her.
Eventually, her grip on my head loosens, and when I look up, I see that her eyes are glassy, her face and chest are red, and her breath is nothing but a stuttering wheeze. She looks down at me, an expression of pure rapture on her face, and takes a moment to gather herself. I stand and move closer, positioning myself between her thighs as I run my fingers through her hair, giving her the time necessary to catch her breath.
“That was…incredible,” she says.
I smile down at her, my jura throbbing, and I grow desperate to be deep inside her.
She gives me a cockeyed grin as she slips off the table.
“It’s my turn.”
Chapter Eleven
Eva
My body is still humming as if ten thousand volts of electricity are running through my veins. It was, simply put, the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. Not that my experience with men is all that extensive. I can count the number of lovers I’ve had on one hand and still have fingers left over. But still, that was pretty fucking intense.
I slide off the table, tingles running through me, and sink to my knees. I grab hold of Tulo’s breeches and pull them down quickly, and I find myself staring at his cock. It’s so thick that I feel a flash of worry about having it inside me. It’s intimidating. I reach up and grip it at the base, squeezing it for all I’m worth, and he lets out a low groan.
His cock is longer and thicker than any I’ve seen. And it’s ringed by raised ridges. I run my fingers over them, making him twitch. Leaning forward, I tease the tip of his cock with my tongue, swirling around the head, licking at the sensitive underside of it. Tulo groans and closes his eyes, clearly enjoying what I’m doing. I pay special attention to those raised ridges, circling them with the tip of my tongue, and his moans grow louder.
Still gripping the base of his dick, I start to stroke him at the same time I suck the head into my mouth. His hands find my hair and he grips nice and hard as he starts to thrust, pumping himself into my mouth. He’s so long, I make a loud choking sound as he hits the back of my throat. As tears leak from the corner of my eyes, Tulo starts to move slower, more gently.
I don’t know why I’m doing this. Sleeping with Tulo was about last on my list of priorities. But there is just something special about him that makes me want him so much that no logic can explain it. I don’t know why, but I feel calmer and more complete in his presence. I feel…protected. Those feelings have only been strengthened by how careful he’s been with me when he was forced to lash me.
I do feel confusion and contradiction swirling around inside me, but the desire is too deep to deny or to resist. And having his cock in my mouth right now floods my whole body with warmth and wetness.
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His body tensing his grip on my hair tightens, and his breath comes in short, explosive bursts. The glow about him seems to grow brighter and tells me he’s close to coming.
With a loud gasp, he staggers back a step and looks at me with a wild gleam in his eyes. His face hardens as raw lust crosses his features. Reaching down, he picks me up and spins me around. Tulo forces me down over the table and with one of his massive hands, he has both of my arms pinned behind my back, and with his other, he’s got a firm grip on my hair. He pulls, wrenching my neck back, and I gasp.
But then he steps forward, a low growl issuing from his throat. I feel him move, and then he’s inside me, stretching me open. There is a sharp pinch of pain as I’ve never had somebody so large inside me before, and I bite my lip to stifle my cry.
His grip on my hair tightens even more as he presses me harder against the table and starts to thrust his hips. He growls low as he pumps himself into me, the raised ridges on his cock sliding along my inner walls and sending waves of electric energy surging through me. My whole body tingles, and I can’t stifle my moans as Tulo pounds me from behind. The pain that grips me somehow making the pleasure all the more vibrant.
His hand around my wrists is like iron and I can’t break free from it. I’m trapped, pinned to the table, only able to take it as he drives himself into me. I writhe and struggle to break free, but he only holds me down harder. All I can do is let him have me how he wants me…and I love it.
As he plunges himself deep, he hits that most sensitive spot inside me and I cry out, my voice echoing around the chamber. My voice blends with the rhythmic slapping of our flesh as he fucks me, creating the sound of an erotic symphony that somehow makes me even wetter.
Tulo suddenly pulls his cock out of me and pulls me to my feet by the hair. He turns me around again and pushes me back down on the table. I lay on my back as he takes my legs and puts them up on his shoulders, then takes hold of both of my wrists in his huge hands, pulling me toward him at the same time he starts to pound himself into me.
