Chapter Six
Era’s cries of ecstasy ring in my ears. My cock thrusts deep between her wet walls, my balls heavy with cum that rises to fill the creamy tight hole wrapped around my cock in great spurting bursts. Her flesh is perfect for me, the soft but strong lips gripping my cock greedily as I spend myself inside her. She has taken one load already. This is the second of the day—the second of what will be many. She cries out, her pussy quivering around me. She is so much smaller and softer and weaker, but her cunt knows how to handle my hard alien flesh, how to grip and milk it for every drop.
Breathing heavily, I carefully pull out of her, doing my best not to let any of that precious cargo spill out of the soft chalice of her body. As I look down at her, I feel a rush of possessive pride.
I have bound her in place across the breeding bench, a soft surface that tilts down at ten degrees, ensuring that her womb is bathed in my cum every time I spend it inside her. I am leaving nothing to chance with this rebellious human.
“You’re wasting your time, Karlo,” she says, taunting me as she does every time I come inside her. Her cheeks are pink, her eyes sparkling with defiance. She forgets so quickly how she begs me for this, how desperate she is to be taken.
Her insolence makes me want to take her tight little ass—but that would in fact be a waste of my cum. Every drop needs to go deep inside her pussy, and has every day for the last seven. My hydration levels dip dangerously low sometimes due to the sheer volume of seed I have spilled in her.
I have not taken her out into public again since she made such a scene, and I will not until she is heavy with child. I am looking forward to her beginning to swell. She will be even more beautiful then—and she will no doubt be much easier to contain. In her current agile state I must bind her every time I need to keep her still for more than two minutes.
“Don’t move,” I order, just as she clenches her pussy—perhaps involuntarily, perhaps on purpose. My seed comes spilling out over her sex and trickles over her clit.
My palm meets her bottom in a hard slap. “Bad girl!”
“I’m not bad, I can’t help it!”
I fist my cock, which is already at erect attention. I will have to fill her again. That will be no hardship.
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Karlo breeds me with an intensity like no other. It feels as though every moment of the day I am either filled with his cum, or about to be. The smell of his seed hangs rich in the air between us. My pussy aches and throbs, slick with his load. There’s so much inside me that there’s no way it matters if I push a little out. I am absolutely drenched in it.
That doesn’t stop his palm meeting my lewdly exposed ass, punishing me for wasting his cum.
“Ow! Karlo! It wasn’t my fault! I can’t help what my pussy does!”
“You will help it,” he growls, his fingers landing across my cum-smeared sex. I screech as he punishes my pussy too, spanking every part of me he can reach as I writhe beneath his bonds, my head tossing back and forth as this cruel alien whips my pussy and bottom holes with equal vigor, his cum intensifying the sting with its viscous wet touch.
He is ruthless in his punishments, expecting total obedience. I am not capable of it, but he doesn’t care. I gasp against the bench he’s bound me to, squirming in my bonds as my alien captor punishes me harshly yet again, whipping the tips of his fingers against the same hole he just fucked, wasting far more of his precious cum than I ever could.
“Are you sorry, Era?”
“No!”
He snorts and spanks me again. “You are going to have a very sore pussy,” he observes. “I think you like being fucked in a well-spanked pussy. I think you like it when it hurts.”
“I think you’re an asshole,” I bite back, only to scream out as he slaps my clit.
“Say sorry, Era,” he orders.
“Sorry for what?”
“Sorry for wasting my cum.”
“You’re the one wasting your cum, dumb ass.”
It’s not the right answer. His hand begins to whip back and forth, thrashing my ass hard and fast. My sore bottom swells and stings as I shriek for clemency. The intensity is too much. He can do worse to me than I can bear and we both know it—just like we both know this isn’t the beginning of what he could do if he wanted to.
“I’m sorry!” I gasp the word. “I’m sorry!”
He does not reply. Forgiveness does not come in words with Karlo. It comes with action.
He takes a cream salve that will ease the throbbing in my lower lips and spreads it across my pussy through his own seed, his fingers taking special care to treat my clit. I let out a little groan that is more animal than human. Struggling does no good. My arms are trapped behind my back, my legs cannot close. I am his to fuck and he will not rest until he achieves the impossible.
“Ask me for it.”
He wants me to debase myself. The worst part of this is that I’m going to do it. And not because he’s forcing me, but because I want it. The only antidote to my rage is his cock, deep inside me, giving me what I’ve never had before.
“I hate you. Fuck me.”
I growl, then moan as his thick cock presses back inside my pussy, his hand in the hair at the back of my hand, yanking it back so he can hear my cries as he takes me again and again.