Collared By The Warrior

by Daniella Wright

  I slowly shoved my huge shaft deeply inside of her and pulled it out all the way, staring at the glistening wetness that encompassed my flesh and then shoving it hard back into her to repeat the cycle.

  Her moans were all the feedback I needed to know that she was enjoying this massively. I decided to up the ante of the domination and I delivered a hard open handed smack to her ass. She moaned loudly with total pleasure. I smacked her again, and again, each time increasing my thrusting power and timing it to coincide with the smack. I could feel her insides rattling up and down my shaft with the vibration of each slap.

  I grabbed her hair tightly to the root and tugged it until she started to gasp slightly, teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure, allowing the two to mix together.

  I changed it up just a bit right then. I drove my hard tool deep inside of her and held it at the end as if trying to probe deeper still. At the same time I delivered a hard smack to her behind while jerking on her hair slightly. The three combined elicited a loud of moan of total agony of pleasure.

  “Oh shit!” she cried out. “More… please…” she begged me as I waited. I loved to tease her so.

  I pulled her hair and leaned close to whisper in her ear. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

  “Oh, please… I’m so close… give it to me…”

  I was so turned on by her pleas. I smiled as I kissed her ear softly, nibbling on the lobe, my hard stalk still deep inside of her quivering mound.

  “You deserve to be punished,” I hissed.

  “Oh, yes. I’m so bad…”

  I decided to give her what she wanted just then. She was so waiting for it and I could feel myself getting so close to filling her with my hot juice.

  I plunged myself harder into her, again… and again… her moans getting louder each time, and each time I slapped her ass cheeks harder. They were turning red but she still cried out for more.

  I was about to blast inside of her and I wasn’t sure I could control myself much longer, so I was forced to pull back to regain my composure.

  As I held my glistening, wet, throbbing equipment in my hand I watched her sweet pool of sex, and it was turning me on more and more by the second. Watching the perfectly shaped clefts of her ass cheeks surrounding the hidden treasure of her body was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It turned me on more than I ever could have dreamed. Just a glimpse was enough to send me into hysterics of lust and desire that had to be satisfied.

  Above her juicy core was her tight rear hole. It was so beautiful, slightly less pink than its counterpart but nonetheless inviting.

  I couldn’t help myself as I watched it.

  I pressed my hard member back into her tight, wetness trying to go even deeper than before, but at the same time I allowed my finger to do some extra exploring, which caught her off guard at first, but it quickly heightened all the other sensations she was feeling.

  I pushed my first two fingers slowly inside of her backdoor.

  Her body jerked suddenly, surprised. At first, I thought she might reject this invitation, but she quickly began to encourage it.

  As I pumped Tarin with my thick tower my fingers were now moving deeper inside of her back entrance. It was tight and hot. I pushed inside of her and then all the way out again watching it open and close like a sheath for my flesh.

  I was holding on to Tarin’s shoulder with my other hand and she suddenly started to lick and suck on my fingers. Her hot mouth on my hands felt enticing and gave my mind fuel for other nasty thoughts that I enjoyed.

  I decided to take that as a signal and I pulled out of her slit and stepped out of the bed coming around to the edge of the bed where her face was now perfectly positioned. Before she realized it I was shoving all eight inches of myself into her tight, hot mouth.

  She accepted it eagerly inhaling me as far as she could, her teeth and lips wrapped around me tightly. She began to move her head up and down on my shaft quickly. I wasn't sure how long I could stand that before I would explode into her mouth, but I was determined to hold out for a while. I wanted to finish inside of her, but I desperately craved this sweet suction on my throbbing member. Her mouth was so good. She easily slid me past her tongue and into the opening of her tight throat.

  Her hot breath warmed up the already warm spit encasing my bulge in sweetness. I placed a hand on her head to slow her down slightly so that I could prolong the pleasure. She quickly adapted and began to tighten the suction and move slowly up and down. I felt my secret gland tightening and pumping my manly juices towards a dedicated purpose.

  She had such a tight suction on my member now that the sensation was beyond perfect. It was squeezing me so tightly and moving slowly up until her mouth reached the tip and then doubling the sucking sensation on the most sensitive spot of all and then plunging back down to engulf the full girth and length of the shaft.

  I knew I was going to finish soon.

  I pulled out of her mouth. I was throbbing and I thought for sure I was going to release my load right then. I took several deep breaths and calmed down, feeling the huge build-up that sought freedom. I was going to make it wait until just the perfect time. And when I did allow my bundle of total pleasure to come it would be beyond glorious.

  I spread Tarin’s legs and quickly buried my face in her juicy slit. My tongue sliced through the wet gap opening it, allowing it to suckle at the juices that poured from her like a fountain. The scent and the taste of her passion were overwhelming and I felt a head rush gushing through my mind like I had never known before, but I was too determined to bring her to fruition to care.

  I could feel her getting close. Her body tensed up waiting for the ending to arrive. Her breath was short and shallow, gasping as I lapped at her sweet nectar.

  She was so close…

  I quickly burrowed my body between her legs. My hard flesh sword found her wet sheath and slid in so easily. I began to pump her harder and harder, quicker and quicker. I wanted to come so badly… I could feel that she was almost there too. It was going to be any second. The pressure was so intense. It sent shockwaves of tingling throughout my entire manhood ending as butterflies in my stomach. I was almost there…We were moving totally together now, her hips and my hips bucking hard against each other driving our groins together so tightly.

  And as our bodies began to move in sync up and down with each other the purest moment of true joy and happiness surged through my body. I felt like I might be broken by this soft woman on top of me. She could break me by the smallest thing. A concerned look, a stern tone in her voice, a disapproving word and I was ready to accept all of that and more.

  I thought about our children and who they would be. Would they be all human? Or would there still be a bit of The Other World inside of them?

  I supposed that was something we would work out when it finally happened.

  My whole body flexed, wrenching into the climax, releasing so deeply inside of her wet, tight, center.

  She gasped for breath and allowed her body to stop quivering before lying down on top of me.

  I closed my eyes and slept in total peace for perhaps the first time in my life.

  Chained To The Monster

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  An Alien Abduction Romance

  “…He had let her sleep alone the night of, for which she was thankful. The next night, however, he had made himself comfortable beside her as they settled in for the night. She slept in her clothing, unsure of the custom of sleep for the Ka’thon, but Thrain was not shy and slept completely naked. She hadn’t been sure what to make of it when he’d come to her that way – she thought perhaps he meant to sleep with her, and she didn’t know if that was something she was ready for, all things considered…”

  ~

  Kira never expected to leave Earth, let alone leave it under circumstances less than consensual. Whisked away suddenly to an alien planet, dominated by an alien warrior race entirely made up of powerful, ferocious males, she finds herself 'cla
imed' by a warrior who says they're destined to be together.

  Will Kira ever be able to find her way home? Or will she succumb to the strange passions her alien captor arises in her?

  * * *

  Kira had always heard the stories, as a child. They would be cautionary tales told to the other military children housed on the Interstellar Aeronautic Military base she’d grown up on. How there were worlds, lightyears beyond the safety and comfort of the earth, full of wonder and discovery – but also of danger and barbarism. How, sometimes, creatures from those worlds would seek out others like theirs, capture their people, enslave them or worse.

  She had always been fascinated by these stories, more than she had been scared, because in all of the universe and its vast number of worlds and civilizations, who would come to the earth and expect to find anything worth taking? They were just talks told by old military folk, hardened by wars long since settled, after all. There was no reason to be afraid, no reason to think that a night’s jog alone would leave her open to the very thing she’d been warned about as a child.

  Kira, it turns out, had been very, very wrong about that.

  She reflected on this fact as she lay, arms bound to her sides with bindings of a strange, unforgiving black metal that she was unfamiliar with. Similar metal bindings strapped across her chest, painfully constricting her torso to the slab she was on, and there was a strap for each of her thighs and ankles, as well. There was no light, none anywhere, except for the blinking pad across from her, where the door to her cell blended in seamlessly with the rest of her surroundings.

  That same, matte black metal surrounded her in the tiny room she had been shoved into after her capture. It had been done so quickly, she hadn’t gotten a glimpse of whatever alien ship had certainly descended from the heavens, but she imagined whatever it was, whichever system it came from, it was just as black and depressing as the rest of her surroundings.

  What am I going to do?

  She had only caught a brief look of her captor. It had been a shimmering beam that had transported her from the earth up into the sky in a flash. All she could remember was a large body, muscled, snatching her up as soon as she’d nearly gotten her bearings. A blow to the back of the head had left everything dark and empty, and then she’d woken up where she was then. She had no weapons to speak of, and with no idea of where she was, where she was going, or even of who had taken her, she was left woefully under prepared for the situation.

  Futilely, she struggled against the straps holding her to the cold metal slab. The edges of the binds dug painfully into her skin, and she only tried it seconds more before she stopped, realizing that the more she tried to move and free herself, the more the bindings constricted about her body, like the chorded muscle of a snake trying to squeeze the life from its struggling prey. Breathing heavily, she thudded her head back against the slab, wincing at the shock of pain that wracked through her skull.

  “What am I going to do?” She spoke to the darkness around her, her voice echoing, though she received no answer. She frowned, as if she had expected some sort of response, some sort of indication that she was at least not alone, but she received none. She couldn’t imagine that this was some sort of strange, intergalactic slave ship; they’re have been more people aside from herself on board, she was certain, if that was the ships’ purpose. But why would she be here, then? What could some strange, alien creature possibly want with her? She wasn’t even military – she’d had enough of that growing up to last her a lifetime.

  Kira was left to ponder this for hours. The minutes ticked by, one by one, so slow she often felt herself drifting off to sleep more often than not. It wasn’t a comfortable sleep; she strained against the binds even in her mildly unconscious state, never quite able to fall into it completely. It left her groggy, restless.

  After what seemed an eternity of this peace-less slumber, the smooth paneling of her cell slid open with a mechanical whoosh, and the sound of heavy footsteps woke her.

  She blinked her eyes open, not expecting the bright light that filtered into the darkness. It took her a moment to adjust. Her eyes squinted, and she strained to look up and see if perhaps she would finally get a glimpse of her captor, if perhaps she would see just who it was who had snatched her away. Perhaps she would learn the reason and purpose; it certainly wasn’t clear to her yet.

  Standing in the doorway of her cell, was a large man. Or, she at least assumed it was a man; he had the obvious anatomy of one, but it was sometimes hard to tell when it came to aliens, and he clearly was one, if there was nothing else to indicated what he was. He must have been at least six feet tall, and was chorded in thick muscle. His skin was a strange coloring, a near shimmery, metallic blue, and from the sides of his head protruded long, pointed ears. He had a single, dark strip of hair from the front of his head going back, and his face an angular, high cheekbones and carved jaw.

  He stared back at her, this tall, strange creature, clad in a black suit that conformed to his body. His eyes were light, a pale sort of green she had never seen. He was entirely otherworldly. Handsome, even, and she was quiet for a moment as she pondered that fact. She swallowed a bit, and when he said nothing, she gained her courage and spoke.

  “Who are you?” she said first, gambling on if the man would even understand her at all. “What do you want with me? Why did you take me?!” Standard questions, she thought, for someone who had been captured and was now facing her captor.

  The man didn’t say anything, for a moment. He merely stared back at her, his eyes narrowing as he looked her over. He stepped forward, and with every heavy fall of his footsteps, her heart echoed a nervous, pattering beat. She watched him unwaveringly as he came to her, stood over her. His form was imposing but she steeled herself. Certain he wouldn’t harm her now, if he hadn’t already? She nearly winced when he leaned over her, putting his face close to hers. He smelled strange… Earthy, almost. Natural. It pulled her strangely to him, but that pull lasted only a second, broken when he spoke to her.

  “You will not speak.”

  She was surprised that he spoke any Earth language, let alone in English, and that shock had her mouth agape. He seemed satisfied with her silence and smirked, nodding.

  Kira watched as he stood at his full height once more, and kept her eyes on him as he moved a small distance away from her. His armed folded over his chest and his head tilted as he peered at her. Kira remained silent, waiting for him to say something before she dared speak back at him once more.

  “You are mine,” he said finally. The statement sent a chill through her spine. “I have chosen you, as is my right as a warrior of Ka’thon. You will give me many sons. That is your purpose. We will be on Ka’thon soon. You will stay here until then.”

  Kira didn’t even have a chance to be angry, or protest, or to even fully process the straight-forward way that he spoke to her, before he turned on her and left with little more than that.

  ~*~

  The man didn’t return after that. The only company that Kira was left with was the dull hum of the ship, and the empty darkness that she had woken to.

  She had heard of Ka’thon. It was a civilization that was… indeed different from most. Where most planets either fell on the ‘technologically advanced’ or ‘backwater’ spectrum, Ka’thon fell in the middle. Their way of life was barbaric. Men ruled, bred women like cattle, claimed territory for themselves and their clans. They were brutal in the way that they ruled, fearless and godless in their beliefs. That being said, they were also highly intelligent. Their battle ships and weaponry were vastly superior to systems with similar social practices. In that, they were ruthless beings; most systems tended to leave them to their own devices, not wishing to get involved with a race bred and born to fight, kill, breed, and repeat.

  And she had just been captured by one.

  Why this particular Ka’thon had chosen her, she didn’t know. But there was little that she could do about it now, when she was already o
n a ship bound for the planet. It would take a while before anyone noticed that she was gone in the first place, and she doubted that she would be able to just hot wire one of their cruisers and leave once she was on-planet. She knew enough, theoretically, of interstellar travel to write an essay about it, but she was woefully without practice. She could take a speeder for a wild ride on the weekend – space travel was a different story.

  The thing that pressed most incessantly at her mind, then, was what the Ka’thon had told her. That she was his. That she would give him many sons. She didn’t know if the Ka’thon typically took women from other planets to breed with – though she studied many civilizations, Ka’thon was one that she less knowledge on; few had ever dared venture far enough to study its people first hand, and those that did rarely made it out alive. Her curiosity as a researcher, then, was there, but she wasn’t keen on the idea of the way she would potentially experience this ‘research.’

  The tears that fell from her eyes were angry ones, hot as they ran down her face. Perhaps she wouldn’t be able to get off the planet… But certainly she could figure out a way to keep herself alive and well.

  She had purpose, she decided. And it was to survive.

  ~*~

  Kira lost track of time. There was little for her to do, or to plan, until she finally got a look of the planet Ka’thon. She slept. She woke. At some point, she realized that she was hungry, but her captor had not returned since coming in to see her, and she didn’t expect that he was going to anytime soon. He had said that they would arrive soon, but she had the feeling that her idea of soon and his were two completely different things. It was this cycle – the restless sleep and the hungry, foggy awake – that kept her company as she waited.