Things had been going so well. Sure, she had lost the ability to be independent, and sure, freedom was overrated, but she was alive, and relatively unhurt. So it was going well as far as being kidnapped and lost in deep space went.
Until her alien lover decided to turn all… alien… and make her swallow his blood. She didn't want to know what that could entail. Raw animal blood was full of bacteria wasn't it? What if his blood was poisonous to her? What if it killed her? It was glowing… like radioactive glowing.
She had been horrified when she had seen him pick at the scab from his hair. Her heart had beaten madly in her chest in case he bled to death. And then the full measure of what he wanted her to do when he brought his green claws to her lips had sunk in. Oh god no… anything but that.
"Eat." A black claw touched at her mouth, demanding entry. She turned her head away from him and ducked her chin down. Sweet Jesus… please not this...
"No!" She shook her head quickly and both her palms covered her mouth as if to deny him entry.
"Sara obey Wolf." With those words her world came crashing down around her. Wolf had meant forever apparently… not just for the night of passion they had shared… she would have never agreed to obey him had she known that he would hold it over her head.
She had begged him not to force her, "Please don't make me eat your blood." He pointedly ignored her and purred heavily as he touched her lips again with his wet claw. And then he rubbed his forehead against hers as his tusks clicked and he spoke in his language directly into her ear. His mandibles played with her hair as his musk surrounded them, his clicks and growls deepening. Her entire body was vibrating and she could feel her arousal mounting.
Wolf pushed against her lips and she whimpered as she obeyed him silently. She did not want to see it and she barely managed from preventing herself from throwing up as two large fingers invaded her mouth. It was not something she wanted to ever repeat, and shuddered in disgust as he purred at her.
"Swallow," he growled at her. She was gripping his arm tightly, trying to pull him away but knowing she wouldn't succeed. That he returned to her mouth with more blood was almost game over for this little tryst he was planning. She was going to vomit all over him if he didn't stop this soon. She was fighting her stomach so hard that she was bawling as she licked his fingers cleaned. The fucking bastard…
And then he lowered his head and rubbed the side of his face against hers, whispering gutturally in his language. She groaned, her lips parting for just a second. Long enough for Wolf to push his tongue into her mouth, tempting her tongue to dance with his more agile one. There was no preventing the moan that escaped into his opened mouth.
Sara was so into the kiss that she squeaked in surprise when he suddenly pulled away and picked her up off the ground none to gently. He was carrying them to an ornate chair on the other side of the room surrounded by skulls, weapons and trophies, dipped in silver.
"Wolf?" She whispered as he stood beside the throne, holding her against his body with one arm, while he unclapsed his metal belt with the other hand. Everything dropped to the ground unceremoniously and she realized he was naked, except for his greaves and boots. His green cock was standing to attention as he sat down on the chair.
She was about to clamber off him to remove the loincloth she was wearing when he surprised her and flipped her upside down on his chest. She made a half-scream, half-gasp noise as his large hands held her thighs apart and he brought her to his face, his mandibles spreading, his long tongue slithering into her wet folds.
Sara moaned as her hair hung around her head, and her legs flexed uselessly around his head. She was facing towards his body, her breasts rubbing against his pectorals quite in close proximity of his engorged penis.
""W-wolf-" she stuttered his name as he laved her clitoris like a starving man. Her whole body twitched, on fire from his onslaught. She wasn't thinking straight when she grabbed his shaft with both hands. His legs spread wider, giving her more access to him, to his knot, he growled against her cunt, sending delicious vibrations directly into her core.
She grabbed his knot and began massaging it. She then leaned in for the coup de grace. She flicked her tongue over the tapered end of his penis. He jolted as though someone had hit him with a cattle prod. His reaction excited her, she knew that he had never had this done, she'd seen their females… and so Sara latched her mouth onto his cock and she hollowed her cheeks, sucking on his dick like it contained the fountain of youth. She wasn't very good at this, but she figured that it probably wouldn't matter to him as he had nothing to compare her with.
There was a high pitched animal shriek that surprised her, and before she could contemplate what the sound meant, she found herself unceremoniously dropped on her head. She squeaked in pain and curled into a tight ball on the ground, rubbing her crown painfully.
"Ow!" She hissed, holding her head. Large hand grabbed her by the shoulder and stood her to her knees on the ground. Gentle claws rubbed along her scalp and a loud purr vibrates along the ground.
He clicked at her, his mandibles moving rapidly, his words flowing over her before they stopped and he uttered one word, "Sorry."
She glared at him but then smiled sheepishly at him. "I guess it's my fault, you were holding me upside down," she chuckled, her face flushing. He nodded regally.
"Sei-i," he agreed, with a click, and then he narrowed his eyes at her as he spread his legs wider. A small smile appeared on her mouth despite her blush at his blatant invitation and she raised herself to a standing position, she wasn't going to reach him on her knees, he was too big.
She stood between his legs and bent over him, enfolding his large cock between her soft breasts. He arched beneath her and growled in satisfaction. His claws curled into the throne's arm rests, flaking the metal.
"Do you like this?" She cooed at him as she rubbed her breasts up and down his lubricated shaft, bending her head a little to suckle at the tip of his dick.
He did not grab her head, at all. His claws sunk into the chair instead. His hips were moving, trying to match her mouth and her hands, bucking beneath her awkwardly. She groaned around him, lashing him with her tongue while he vibrated uncontrollably, his purr was unsteady and uneven. His taste was not much different from his smell. The lubrication was slimy and clear, and tasted like she assumed fresh cut grass would taste like.
Sara released her breasts, and one hand began stroking his thick penis rhythmically, her fingers clenching on the knot below with the other and finally her tongue lashing him. His hips lifted off the chair while his head and feet pushed down on the ground and back of chair. Wolf's mandibles spread wide, and she noticed the knot swelling in her hand, she squeezed it just as he exploded in her mouth.
His accompanying roar was deafening. She swallowed automatically, and her eyes widened as it kept coming, two, three, four…! She reared up, choking on his semen, his cock still pulsing, still ejaculating. What in the world…? She backed away from him, her chin, throat and breasts covered with the lines of white (but with a green tinged) fluids.
He chuckled slowly at her horrified expression, his big body lax on the chair now, his eyes half-lidded (he looked like a giant cat that got the cream, he was even purring like one). His scales were shiny on his abdomen, he was covered in a white, green tinged, substance (much like she was). So that's what it looked like… his cock was still erect but she noticed it was slowly receding back into his body. It paused in its retreat as she kept looking at it. Her breath hitched and she tore her eyes away to look at his face. He was watching her intently again, the look of contentment replaced already. She was prey again…
She swallowed and her hand went to her sticky throat automatically. He leaned forward, and very gently grabbed her to bring her close to his body. He was purring heavily.
"Wolf want Sara," he growled against the side of her head, she trembled as he pulled her to kneel on his thighs, he leaned down and purred in her ear as his tusk tickled the lobe, "More."