Her heart was hammering in her head. Had she heard him correctly? Sara was staring at him, he stood straight, his head tilted, and he was staring back. The eye shields of his mask flashed gold.
"Tell me." The female voice cooed at her again.
"You want me?" she whispered, licking her dry lips.
"You want me?" her voice repeated from his mask, he straightened, making himself bigger.
She swallowed and looked about his trophy room again before her eyes found his again.
"I… don't know… " she trailed off, "I'm confused… " she brought a hand to her eyes, hiding them from him, she felt the blood rushing to her cheeks.
She was embarrassed. Yes, she did want him, but there were so many complications. She was definitely suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, not that it mattered anyway, she was trapped in space with him for life. He was an alien… and she had seen him naked… he didn't… she licked her lips again, unsure what to say and what to do. Her human taboos were complicating things for her.
It wasn't like he couldn't get her off. This morning, when she'd woken, he had proven that despite not having genitals he was more than capable at eliciting a response from her. She blushed and her thighs tightened, the reaction almost involuntary (he hadn't gotten her off though).
"What. Wolf. Do." His head tilted, and his hand fisted at his side (he was still holding the chain), "For. Sara. Want. Wolf." The words from him were clipped (It was weird to hear her voice talking to her). Her eyes widened and she blinked at him. Was he asking her what he needed to do for her to want him? Holy fuck… he had brought her here to woo her. Sweet Jesus.
She swallowed again. "Free me?" she said, hopeful.
He clicked, and shook his head in that slow and deliberate way of his. She sighed, it was worth a try. She had known he wouldn't have agreed to that.
"I don't know…" she finally said, she really wanted to think about all this with a clear mind, not fogged with lust.
He approached her silently, and she covered her face with her hands, hiding her blush. She didn't understand why she was happy all of the sudden, or why she was embarrassed by it, but she was. He was close to her now, barely a foot separated them. His hand reached up and he touched her hair gently, and then he slowly guided her head towards his chest, bringing her closer to his big body. And he was big.
She hid her face against him and clutched at his netting, placing her hands on either side of her head. Her shoulders slumped when he started purring, his exotic scent surrounded her and she closed her eyes.
Why was she fighting him anyways? Her traitorous mind whispered. She was only delaying the inevitable. He was going to get his way in the end. There was no escape from him… her thoughts were interrupted by his wrist computer beeping suddenly. She felt him raise his arm, the muscles of his chest tensing with his movements (God he was solid… ).
Whatever had happened, broke the spell he'd woven around them. He clicked and a low growl came from him, rumbling against her ear. Wolf was gentle as he picked her up and took her back to the bedroom. He latched her into the wall and his attention was immediately drawn back to his computer.
She watched him leave and sighed heavily. She'd had time to think about it now… her eyes dropped to her sketchbook and the drawer that was still on the floor. Sara licked her lips and grabbed a bigger pencil from the drawer and turned her sketchbook to a blank page. She had tightened the pelt around her body and kneeled on the ground, hunched over her book.
Sara didn't know what she had in mind when she began drawing. She was trying to clear her mind like she had done her entire life, by sketching. She'd never done this aroused and confused, so this was a new experience for her.
She started with the basic outline, circles and lines. Sara was into her own world now and focused on the task at hand. It came naturally, Wolf lazing in a bed exactly as she pictured him in her mind's eye. He was naked, no gauntlets, no netting, no mask, a pelt over his legs at the knees. She hadn't drawn him with that hump she had seen either when they had taken that bath. She'd given him an erect human penis complete with testicles, his clawed hand was holding it at the base, and he was looking at the viewer with those intense, piercing eyes.
Her finger traced his face when she was done and she blushed at her own work (she needed to masturbate…). There had been a phase in her teens where all she had drawn were male penises, hormonal teenager and all (that was her excuse and she was sticking to it). She had definitely gotten better at drawing those… she thought as she eyed the dick she had given him. Now why couldn't he have one of those…
She was about to tear the page out of her sketchbook when Wolf's (wait… what?!) hand appeared out of fucking nowhere and his long claw tapped her drawing, specifically the penis. Holy fucking shit!
Her head snapped up ( oh so fast ), following his arm. He was crouched almost directly in front of her ( where the fuck had he come from?! How had she not heard him enter the room?! ), his head tilted down as he examined her drawing. She turned scarlet (oh for fuck's sake!), her heart was beating a mile a minute (would the spaceship please blow up now? Please ?!). She couldn't help herself and snapped the book closed on his claw, or tried too. He was applying pressure to the book, his fingers splayed and he forced it back open.
"I'm so so so sorry!" she spoke without looking at him, her voice frantic, high-pitched. She was about to have a heart attack, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation, "I have no…excuse…" she clenched her eyes closed, "You weren't… Oh god!" she let the book go and covered her face with her hands, hiding her shame. Her entire body was shaking with mortification, the tears were falling from her eyes even though her hands covered her face.
She didn't see him drop to his knees in front of her, but she felt him. He started purring, loud and clear. She jumped when his hands grabbed her wrists and gently, but firmly, pulled them away from her purple face (of this she had no doubt).
"I'm so so so sorry!" she repeated (more like squeaked), her eyes still clenched closed. She didn't want to look at him. The purr got louder. She ducked her head so that her chin was on her chest.
"Sara." Her voice spoke over her head. She ignored him, she was trying to pull on her arms, trying to free them from his grasp. "Sara." Her voice repeated. She refused to look at him. He finally released her and she brought her hands back to her red face.
He was still purring when she heard the sound of pressurized air escaping, it was followed by his mask being set on the floor. Then she heard the familiar noises of him pulling at the straps of his armour, undoing buckles. He was slowly removing his armour piece by piece while kneeling in front of her. The smell of jungle wafted around her like a scented candle.
She took a deep breath after a minute and peeked at him through her fingers, her body relaxing more and more. He was still disarming, but his intense amber eyes were fixated on her, utterly unblinking, trapping her in his gaze. He was even removing his gauntlets and his wrist computer (she had never seen him without them). Her hands lowered very slowly, there were teardrops on her lashes. She blinked at him until he was wearing nothing but his leather loincloth. He had removed everything (his netting too).
Her throat went dry when Wolf reached for the clasp and pulled it off, the move slow. He was kneeling in front of her completely nude, his knees parted, his eyes watching her (even on his knees he towered over her). He was deliberate as he reached forward and grabbed her hand. His purr had transformed into a rough growl now. His exotic scent was heavy on the air, heavier than she had ever smelt it.
She gasped when he brought it to his crotch. He forced her to palm him fully (he was wet...? What...?), her lips parted and then her eyes widened to the size of eggs she was sure. Something was happening! She tore her eyes away from his and lowered them to her hand.
Oh my god! He had a sheath! He had a sheath! A very unhuman, slippery, green cock was slowly coming out of his body, into her hand. Oh my God he had a dick! He pushed her hand harder against it as it finally stopped growing (Holy fuck...). Her mouth dropped open, and she was staring at it in awe and trepidation. He had a fucking dick! Sweet Jesus… her mouth went bone dry.
It had to be 10-12 inches long… and thick… she was not wrapping her fingers around it, not even close. It was fully ridged, the end was slightly tapered but still rounded and covered in small bumps. The base was thicker and she blinked as she looked at it. Was that… was that a knot… ?
Her eyes snapped back to his face. He put a fist to his chest, his mandibles spread and she noticed the soft palate behind his fangs. "Wolf," he growled in English, his voice was incredibly low, on par with his purr, and completely inhuman, "want Sara." The words were guttural, and rough, his lack of lips making it hard to pronounce the words properly, but he continued anyways, "Sara," the way he said her name as he reached forward and put a hand to her chest, sent a shiver down her spine, "want Wolf too."
It wasn't a question, he was stating fact. She was staring at him, her mouth open, her hand on his wet, pulsing dick. "Oh fuck yes…" she breathed, not understanding fully what she was agreeing too. His eyes glowed, like a predator, and he reached for her with both hands. He removed her pelt, bearing her fully to his gaze and growled.
The sound was primal and animalistic. Sara felt her toes curl. She had become prey, and for once, she was not afraid. On the contrary, her entire body was vibrating with anticipation.