by Lee Savino
I would explain that I wasn’t worried, but I don’t think it would matter. The moment of intimacy is over; I’ve riled both his need to protect and his possessiveness.
He thrusts deep, his prime seela immediately rimming my anus, and I groan as he ripples inside of me. With his body over and around me, I can’t help but feel surrounded and completely protected, as if he’s created a haven for me with his muscles.
“My Tribute,” he says, and as much as I prefer it when he calls me by my actual name, I can’t help but hear the pride, possessiveness, and—dare I hope it’s not my imagination—affection in his statement. But his next words make my heart soar. “My Dawn.”
12
Dawn
As times passes, I go from being resigned to my fate, to feeling almost hopeful about it. Medik's hypothesis that physical intimacy will lead to a deepening of the bond and more emotional intimacy seems to be coming true. There are times I worry that I'm imagining things or reading too much into things, because my own emotions are growing, and I don't want to be the only one feeling this deep attachment... but I swear there are times I can feel Gavrill's emotions.
I don't even get annoyed with being called "my Tribute" anymore, because he seems so pleased, so possessive when he does so, but not in a way that makes me feel like an object. I swear I can feel the affection he has for me when he does so, the way calling me that is like an endearment for him. My favorite is when he calls me "my Dawn," but both feel good.
When he is on duty I have begun to get to know some of the other Tsenturion warriors. Despite how intimidating they are, they're nice guys—pretty desperate for feminine attention, which makes me feel kind of bad about being against the Tribute program. They deserve mates and happiness as much as anyone else... but does it have to come at the cost of a woman's Earth life?
Unfortunately, I can't think of an alternative.
"Why don't you work with Medik on it?" Gavrill asks when I express my continued unhappiness with his plans, his fingers stroking my hair. Our pillow talk often comes between bouts of kinky hot sex and his delight in experimenting with my training belt to see exactly how much it can affect me, so I have to get the conversation in when I can. Every time he returns from the bridge it's like he's desperate to reforge our physical connection, and my own need matches his.
Being apart from him makes me feel antsy and almost itchy with need to be reunited with him. No matter how short the time period of separation, it spurs a compulsion to be as physically close to him as I possibly can. Honestly, it's a minor miracle I'm not sore and chafing from all the sex, but I can't seem to get enough of it and neither can he.
"Work with Medik?" I ask, confused. "On the Tribute program?"
"After you spoke with him, he told me he wants to revise some of the parameters to assuage some of the concerns you had. If you work with him, you can address your misgivings with the specifics of the program directly."
Immediately, I am torn by conflicting emotions. Be directly responsible for the women who are chosen? On the other hand... isn't it better that those women at least have someone like them advocating for them if the Tsenturions are going to bring them here regardless? The idea of having a purpose, beyond being fucked to unconsciousness on a regular basis, also appeals, especially since Gavrill spends long hours on the bridge.
I've filled my time with doing yoga, keeping my body strong and supple, even when it’s hard to concentrate on the poses when I have the training belt as a constant reminder of my master and his ultimate control of my body. It certainly makes some of the poses way more interesting.
I also read more about Tsenturions from their own texts, getting to know the others on the ship, and asking Arkdhem questions about Vgothas, but that's not the same as having something to do. Something meaningful. And the moment Gavrill suggests it, I realize that I want that.
In fact, if I think about the consequences of my involvement in such a project with so many repercussions for both Tsenturions and humans, this might be the most meaningful thing I could ever do. That Gavrill suggests it, that he would trust me with such a task, means more to me than I can say.
It feels like proof that he really sees me for me. As a person with valuable input, a person who can do something useful, who can make a difference, and more than that, a person whose feelings matter.
"Yes," I say, answering him with so much enthusiasm it surprises both of us. "Yes, I want to do that."
Pressing my hand against his chest, I lift myself up slightly so that I can give him a kiss. Despite my physical desire for him, I am rarely the aggressor when it comes to sex—I don't need to be. For the first time, I am the one on top. Well, sort of on top. Leaning over him, at least.
One hand comes up, sliding into my hair to cradle the back of my head as our kiss deepens. His other hand, which had been on my hip, moves until he is cupping my ass cheek, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh while his fingers work closer to the small hole he is so fascinated with. Something that I learned through a Tsenturion biology book—they don't have the same digestive system humans do and so they don't have an anus.
Which explains at least part of why Gavrill is utterly fascinated with mine. His finger presses against the crinkled star, pushing inward and making me squirm. I've gotten used to the sensation and to the belt stretching that hole and I know it's only a matter of time before he uses his cock there. I don't know whether I'm more aroused or frightened by the idea at this point.
I whimper as his finger pushes deeper, the lack of lubrication making the insertion burn a little more than usual, and my pussy pulses in response to the erotic sting. His finger feels even larger than usual and I'm practically humping his thigh as he moves it gently, delving a little deeper with each pass. With the way he's holding my head for the kiss, I can't verbally protest even if I wanted to.
Gavrill
My sweet Tribute's alternate entrance grips my finger tightly as I probe deeper, although it opens easily thanks to the training with the belt that I've been doing. She moans against my lips, her arousal wetting my thigh as she moves against me.
Excitement rises as I realize the significance of her kiss, of her rising passion. Not that she has been passive to my advances, but this is the first time she has clearly initiated our joining. I have finally mastered her fully, by giving her a task. The irony is that she will be helping me by completing it, but that does not seem to matter to her.
Her submission is offered up to me, her body ready for the final claiming, and I respond immediately. My grip on her roughens, the way she likes it, and she whimpers in the back of her throat as mutual desire sweeps through us. After a long, deep kiss I slide my finger from her bottom and switch our respective positions, pushing her arms up above her head so I can bind her to the bed.
"Oh... no, Master, please, I want to touch you," she begs, but I shake my head. When she touches me, I lose control too quickly and I want to make sure I can go slowly, for her own pleasure as well as to savor this moment.
"No," I say firmly, running my hands down her bound arms to her breasts and cupping the soft mounds. I run my thumbs over her nipples, making the hard buds swell even more. She makes a whining noise and I pinch the tender nubbins in response, feeling her shudder beneath me as the erotic pain mixes with her pleasure. Her breath is now coming in soft pants as I manipulate her body, rousing her need along with my own.
She writhes slightly, arching and trying to rub herself against me. I chuckle.
"Naughty Dawn," I say, for I have found that using her name at such times elicits more of a response than calling her Tribute or even 'naughty girl' like the examples in the manuals. "Do not try to manipulate me."
Moving away from her and ignoring her sound of protest as I abandon her breasts, I easily flip her over so that her bottom is high in the air, ready for spanking.
"I wasn't—!" She starts to protest, but my hand is already coming down on her vulnerable bottom.
Smack!
/> The manuals all made it clear that her bottom should be a nice hot pink, if not red, before I claim it. The spanking I give her will not be punishing, because I know she was not truly trying to manage me, but by now she also knows I need no excuse to redden her bottom if I wish. Indeed, I have found that turning that particular area nice and pink has a most salutary effect on the level of ecstasy she can reach.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Realizing that I'm not actually disciplining her, my Tribute drops her head and lifts her bottom higher, inviting more swats, her soft moans encouraging me to swing a tad harder and sting her soft flesh a tad more. Her hips wag up and down, her bottom cheeks clenching slightly and the tiny hole between them looks more inviting than ever.
Her feminine lips are swollen and marked from my seela, the sight filling me with satisfaction. I have come to enjoy leaving marks all over her, especially her neck and breasts, in lieu of the mating mark she is incapable of wearing, but the small circles on her sex are my favorites. My seela stamp her in the Tsenturion manner, at least.
Smack!
I deliberately aim for paler patches of skin on her bottom and the crease between that sweet curve and her thighs. Her cries are a little higher every time my hand goes lower, slapping that sensitive area. The cream coating her inner lips is glossy, announcing her growing arousal.
Exerting my influence on the nanotech, I send the belt upwards in thin trickles to her breasts. I cannot see them, but I know they have created a line from the belt to her nipples, where they tighten around the little buds, creating an all-encompassing, painful erotic pinch that even my fingers couldn't duplicate. Another thin tendril slides down to her clit, covering the swollen nub with the nanotech and doing the same thing, giving me total mastery over her pain and pleasure as I prepare to claim her completely.
Dawn
My nipples and clit throb in the confines of the nanotech, which squeeze so tightly that I hover on the edge of pain and pleasure. The growing heat in my ass has me squirming and bucking against Gavrill's hard hand. Each swat by itself is not particularly punishing, but the overall effect of stimulation has me gasping for breath as I'm bowed submissively before him.
I can feel my pussy creaming as the erotic stimulation of all my most sensitive parts fuels the need growing inside of me. I cry out as the tech begins to pulse, squeezing and releasing rhythmically and confusing my senses as to whether I'm feeling pain or pleasure. All the while Gavrill's hand continues to come down in firm, measured swats designed to drive me wild.
"Please..." I beg, my toes curling as my ecstasy rises, but nothing he is doing is quite enough to bring me to orgasm. I swear he's made a science out of figuring out exactly how far he can go before I tip over that sweet edge, and he enjoys keeping teetering on it for as long as possible. "Please, Master, I want you inside of me."
I can feel his usual sense of satisfaction at the honorific, his nearly savage satisfaction at reducing me to pleading for pleasure at his hand. I don't care; I get my own satisfaction from pleasing him and my arousal is only enhanced by his domination.
"Good girl," he says, his hand smoothing over the hot curve of my ass, rather than swatting it again. "My sweet Dawn. I am truly your Master now."
"Yes," I agree eagerly, my wrists tugging slightly at the bonds around them as I lift my hips up, knowing how much the sight of my reddened bottom will entice him. The nanotech pulls at my nipples and clit, like tiny mouths sucking on them almost too hard, and I moan, wagging my bottom.
A moment later, his cock presses against my opening—just not the one I was expecting. I gasp, trying to surge forward and away from him as the tapered tip of his cock pushes into my ass. Even though I had half-expected this moment, I can’t help but try to flee from it.
His fingers curl around my hips, holding me in place easily as he pushes forward.
“Please, not there, Master,” I beg. “Not yet, Gavrill, please!”
“Yes, my Dawn, now,” he says, and his cock thrusts in, making me cry out as I’m opened.
It doesn’t hurt as much as it might have, because I have become accustomed to the invasion of the nanotech, but the flared head of his cock feels very different. It stretches me, moving inside of me, and pushes deeper as I squirm and moan in ambiguous pleasure. Feeling him filling me, claiming me, in this intimate manner is affecting both of us.
I can feel every ridge, every bulge, of his alien cock as the strange shape pushes pass the tight ring guarding my channel. My muscles flutter around him, clenching, trying to grip him. He slides backwards, and I cry out again at the strange dragging sensation, only to choke on my cry as he thrusts in even deeper than before.
Gavrill
My Tribute’s bottom is more exquisite than I could have ever imagined. The crinkled star of her opening has stretched to create a smooth ring around my cock, gripping me so tightly I know I would not be able to move if it weren’t for the additional lubrication I had received from my armor before entering her. Now I understand why the texts had been so adamant on that point.
She is not wet here, but she is hot and the spasming walls of her body feel incredible. My cock widens as it nears the base and I can hear the sob rising in her voice as I press deeper, rocking my hips back and forth, thrusting a little deeper each time. While there is some pain in her voice, there is pleasure as well, and by now I know when something was truly hurting her.
This is pain she is taking for me, enduring because she wants to please me, to submit to me. Pain that will eventually turn to pleasure, I believe.
To assist, I instruct the nanotech on her clit to vibrate, and I feel her clench around me in response as she squeals in surprise. Her grip loosens, and I thrust deeper, stretching her to her widest point yet as my groin nestles against her hot bottom. Both of us pant for breath, moaning as her muscles play over the full length of my shaft and my seela stroke her spread cheeks. The sight of myself buried in her unusual hole, hearing the strain in her voice as she adjusts to my invasion, is gloriously erotic.
After holding myself still for several long moments, doing my best to memorize exactly how her reddened cheeks look split by my golden cock and stroking seela, I begin to thrust.
Her moans are ambiguous, but I can hear her pleasure as well, I can practically feel it as she quivers under my hands. There are no more pleas for me to stop, only willing submission as she slowly loosens, able to take my cock more easily with every thrust.
Now I understood what the manuals had meant. There was an intimacy to this act that I could feel, though it was unknown to Tsenturions. Tsenturions were focused on procreation with our pleasure, but this... this is nothing but pleasure. Her mouth had been similar, but she couldn't take me between her lips as deeply or as fully as she could in her ass. It didn't cause her the same kind of discomfort, which she was now enduring solely for my pleasure.
There is something pure about being offered this gift of her body, of knowing there is no guarantee for her own pleasure and no possibility of breeding. It is an act done completely for me, for my enjoyment and domination over her body... I can feel her submitting to me, giving over to me, and it's an ecstasy that outweighs even the physical rapture.
Dawn
The erotic burn of Gavrill's cock filling my ass while my pussy spasms emptily makes me feel as though I'm splintering apart. I'm wracked with need even as I want to beg him to stop. I can't tell if it hurts or if the sensations are just so overwhelming that my body can barely handle them.
I can feel his cock moving inside of me, his seela gently stroking my cheeks each time he slides home. The ridges and bumps on his cock rasp against my delicate insides, my nails dig into the mattress as I cling to it for dear life, feeling like I'm adrift in an ocean of sensation in the middle of a storm. The pain from my pinched nipples is nothing, barely a drop, but when the nanotech around my clit begins to vibrate I can feel my toes curl as a whole new dollop of pleasure is added to the chaos consuming me.
If it
wasn't for Gavrill's firm grip on my hips, I'm sure I would have collapsed beneath his heavy thrusts by now.
Agony.
Ecstasy.
Two sides to the same coin and I'm caught in the middle.
Not just claimed, consumed.
My orgasm slams into me and I keen with the intensity of it, my ring clamping down tightly around his cock and burning at the sensations as he shoves himself deep inside of me one last time. I can feel the hard suck of his seela as they latch onto my skin, the throb of his cock as he begins to come, and his possessive triumph as he fills my ass with liquid heat.
13
Gavrill
The soft curves of my sweet Tribute are nestled against me, her breathing slow and steady in her slumber. I have worn her out utterly. Her little nipples are soft now but still reddened, as is her clit, and even her bottom hole appears pink and well-used. I am not much better off. I feel drowsily content, as if I could lay here in this bed beside her and never move ever again.
Which is why the furious message from Bogdan, informing me that I am late for my shift, feels like a slap to my face, bringing me back to reality.
Late.
Again.
Cursing under my breath, I pull myself away from Dawn, resentful at having our time together interrupted and yet knowing I am being illogical to feel so. These emotions, this urge to stay by her side, is becoming stronger the more time I spend with her.
I had thought by now I would have myself more under control but to be late again...
Worse, to wish that I didn't have to go to the bridge at all...
