fucking full, stretched so wide.
“I’m sorry,” I whimper as his hard hand whips down across my ass. He is so massive he can hold onto me with one arm and use the other to whip me while he fucks me at the same time. I am like a doll in his grasp, a squirming, wriggling, wailing toy he is punish-fucking — and I deserve every single stroke.
Again, he refuses to acknowledge my apology. Maybe it’s not enough. Maybe it is never going to be enough. Maybe I will spend the rest of my life being thrashed and fucked, my ass burning with the rough intrusion of his cock as he pulls me down on it, entering my body through a hole never intended for alien sexual use, but taking me there anyway.
I whimper, and hot tears drip down my cheeks, but still he fucks my ass firmly and sternly. Every time his cock enters my punished hole, I feel myself contract with hot shame, my pussy dripping with desire because no matter what he does to me, I want to come.
“I should have fucked this ass the first day I met you,” he growls, sinking himself deep inside and holding himself there. “I should have made you give me your dirtiest hole, and I should have whipped your ass if you refused.”
I whimper, because I do not know what to say. I don’t even know what to feel. Being fucked this way is sore and shameful, but it is also well deserved and very hot. My entire body is flooded with endorphins, nature’s answer to a rough alien ravaging. Warden knows it. That’s why he keeps fucking me, pounding my ass with long, hard, disciplinary strokes until I wail and beg for clemency I do not deserve.
“Your ass is good,” he says, pulling out of that stretched cavity which no longer feels like my own. It feels, like the rest of me, as if it belongs to him. “But it’s that cunt I want to finish inside. That’s the hole where you need my seed, isn’t it.”
I make a mumbling, moaning sound which may as well be consent. He pulls out of my ass, wipes his cock clean, and begins another orgasmic assault on my quivering body.
This time he uses the bed at the back of the shuttle. He carries me through the ship, naked and red-assed, both holes pulsing with need before pushing me down, spreading my thighs, and diving between them with his massive cock. Is this punishment? Is this pleasure? Or is it just plain animal comfort, the plunging, grunting, joining of bodies which leaves me absolutely wrecked on his dick.
He is not taking me gently. He is driving into me with the roughest of strokes, stretching my flesh to the limits of what it can bear. His cock is emitting droplets of seed inside me, making my inner walls soft and tight at the same time. His body makes mine stronger, so that I can take all the sexual rage he has to unleash on me.
I scream with lust and need, pinned beneath him, my pussy leaking juices in response to his chemical flows. Sex with Warden has always been wrong. It has always been the meeting of two bodies which were never meant to actually join. But he has been inside me so many times now that I feel I might have been made for him. My flesh has been remade by his. No human male could ever pleasure me this way, make my toes curl, my thighs shake along with the length of my abdominal plane. He has to hold me firmly to contain my erotic reaction, because I cannot control myself as I fall into paroxysms of release.
Warden is roaring his climax to the universe, his bladed back arched and powerful above me as he pumps that potent seed inside me, flooding me deeply with that alien come which turns my body into his chemical toy. I feel my lips tingle, my pussy quiver and contract. I feel my entire being swallowed up by pleasure. And then I feel nothing at all.
***
When I come to again, I am lying in Warden’s arms. Together, we stare out the window at the universe sweeping by with magnificent indifference.
“I am sorry,” I tell him softly.
“I know,” he replies, cupping my sore ass and squeezing, hard enough to make me yelp. I am not going to sit comfortably for quite some time. I am going to be