She was lying on her side on a bed she wanted to see burnt, and her with it. His cold length cradled her from behind, done at last. It hadn't hurt much this time. Either he was growing less brutal, or maybe she was just getting used to it. How many weeks had it been? They didn't seem to have any calendars or dates hanging on the wall. She was naked and her body bore the marks of their love making if you could call it that. While her face was untouched save for the scar that he had given her while they were fighting together there were marks covering her body. Scratches and bruises, some freshly purple, others fading to shades of green and yellow covered her body. There were also bites from his mandibles on her breasts, belly, buttocks, and thighs. Somehow, she had drifted off. She knew there was no point in pretending to be asleep, the creature would just wake her anyway.
She had been freezing in the artic after finally killing that alien queen monster. They had stood together watching as the waves rippled as the giant creature sunk into the icy depths below, chained to the frozen water tower and dragged to the bottom of the ocean floor. Others of his kind had appeared from thin air including one elder looking one. Her warrior partner and the elder exchanged cries and roars and then she had found herself being taken her back to his ship. The aliens had warmed her, healed her injuries and fed her in what she suspected was his cabin. Next thing she knew she was being fucked against a wall by her partner. She felt like she was being torn apart by each thrust that first time. She was going to die. After he had finished with her, he had left and only later did she that they had powered up his ship and had taken off. Next thing you know she was in a spaceship travelling across the galaxy.
The alien growled and she turned to face him as he sat up and turned his back to him before turning to face her his dreads swing with the motion. His claws were holding two small devices in front of her she looked at him confusion not understanding what they were. She had never seen 99% of the devices, displays and equipment on this ship. While some of them like spears, knifes & weapons looked vaguely like things she had seen on Earth, but most went right over her head. The alien put it on his forehead on his right side its forehead. Still holding it the other one in front of her she still had no idea what to do with it.
Snarling in annoyance he grabbed her arm; he felt the bones grinding under is grip and she cried out in pain. He forced himself to calm down, eased his grip. Reluctantly she applied the device to the right side of her forehead. For a moment there was a sudden pain and she cried out. It was as if there was someone poking a red-hot needle in her head. She felt sick. Her head was on fire. There was a loud buzz going off on her head and then she felt...just fine. The pain was gone and there was pleasure like she was on Cloud 9. She heard herself giggle. This was better than a massage. All her stress and pain was gone. What was wrong with her?
"Can you hear me?" There was a voice in her head, a silvery whisper, sliding along her nerves, into her brain. And that was cool too.
"Can you hear me?"
It was this alien. This predator… Scar was his name. He was communicating with her. She nodded with realization as his voice, borne by this device, flooded through her, drowning her own voice, her will, herself...
"Feel me..."
...Ah yes! She could feel was him his growing excitement as he ran his hands down her body. She felt his greed for her soft skin, her warmth, her life. She saw him in his past: a young warrior, harden by brutal and unforgiving training. His species was They are a tribal, warrior culture who hunt not for sustenance or elimination of threats, but as sportsmanship or rite of passage. He was chosen on this hunt to prove himself in battle and in a sense become an adult. She saw his desire to possess her, consumer her, destroy everything he came across, to lose himself inside the hunt. She was his trophy, his reward, the spoils of his hunt… considering what he and his kind did with their trophies she guessed she got off lucky.
He ran his thick large hands down her body, and she moaned at the contract. She was naked and had been ever since he had ripped her clothes off. She ran her own hands against his chest feeling the muscles as hard as steel, his thick skin and strength there. Physically he was incredible even now without his armour or fearsome weapons. He was taller than her by more than a foot, powerfully built and stronger than anything she had ever seen. She willing arched to his hands and moaned until she was breathless. She could smell her own arousal.
His sharp claws circled around her nipple teasing it into hardness before he pulled hard on her nub. She cried out in pleasure and pain as she shared the arousal, she felt inside of him and at the sweet smell of her own blood, pulsing just under the tender skin, so close.
She shivered pleasurably as his marble erection rubbed against her soft warm belly. His alien cock, thicker, larger, scaled like rubbing against her belly. God he was a huge hunk with a broad chest, powerful shoulders, and hands that could probably crush steel. Her arms went around him as his one of his claw hands went between her legs, his sharp fingers plunging inside her. She shared his delight when she moved her hips pushing against him, craving his invasion. Whimpering in frustration when he withdrew.
He covered every inch of her body with his claws, stroking, nibbling and teasing, his lust growing, pressing his mandibles against the skin, but never quite breaking it and she was burning. Her skin was on fire, her heartbeat pounding through both of them. She felt his desire for her. How impressed he had been with her in the pyramid, how he thought she was a worthy trophy and mate. He had defended her against his own kind onboard those who had wanted to throw her out the airlock but in his eyes she was special. He had almost been disgusted with himself after their first time. A moment of madness as he was overcome with bloodlust and the thrill of the hunt. But he had kept being with her as she was special.
She could feel how close he was when he turned her over and entered her from behind. She moaned and pushed back, desperately trying to get as much of him inside her as possible. He was larger than anything she had ever had before but she was determined to have him inside her. She felt like he was in her stomach, he was so deep inside her. She cried out as she felt her overwhelming heat closing around his cold, hard cock. She pushed back as hard as she could as she heard him purr. The claws clutching her breasts changed to claws, pricking the tender skin, beads of blood rising. His face against her neck, his deep groans and breathing.
She gasped as he growled again in her ear. Her pussy was on fire as he continued to force himself inside her. He was relentless seemingly never stopping or slowly down. Intense pain and pleasure mixed together to form a different sensation entirely and Lex shrieked as he forced himself in all the way inside her, the hard flesh nearly tearing her apart. Lex howled as he thrust himself into her with no preliminaries. Lex could not help but respond to his thrusts as he continued to claim her for himself. Wanting him to claim her in everyway she push back her ass grinding up against his torso as was determined for him to cum deep inside her. Her nails dug further into the bedding, he pulled her closer, her pussy throbbed around the impossibly large intrusion.
Scar roared as he emptied himself in her as she screamed as she came hard. She felt his seed pump into her, and she cried out again and again wanting all it. Wanting to cum again and again. She would have collapsed on the bed had it not been for his strong arm holding her up. She was exhausted after another session with him. He lay her back down and pulled out his green semen dripping out of her pussy. He pulled off her device from her head and suddenly the connection was gone.
Her mind began to clear as what they had done came to her. She watched with a kind of sick fascination as he put the two devices back in a case. Had he tricked her? Brainwashed her? No simply tried to communicate with her. They would never be able to converse naturally via the use of their tongues, but this device had shown her his mind. His feelings. His thoughts. He had done it all because he loved her. He had spent a small fortune, given away his finest weapons and trophies to gain these devices so that they could speak to one another. He cared in his own way he cared. It was almost touching.
Her fingers were slippery with sweat, she tightened her grip and drove the knife that he had forgotten about into Scar with all of her strength. Scar roared and knocked her away, and the next thing she knew she was lying against the wall on the other side of the bed. She tried to sit up, but the wind had been knocked out of her along with a rip or two, a shadow fell over her. She looked up and judging from his expression he was only mildly annoyed. He pulled the knife out from his neck and green blood came oozing out. He looked unsteady and in pain. Good serves him right for raping her mind along with her.
He reached out to help her up, but she shook her head. "Don't touch me!" she spat, evading his hand and reaching out for the wall's support. "Don't. Touch. Me. Goddammit, you're pathetic. You really can't take a hint can you? I'm not yours, and I never will be" She snapped at him. Her ribs felt they were on fire and she could tell that her words hurt him and making him furious. He was growling now enraged. fought him as he dragged her up onto the bed and threw her down on it. All it accomplished was to enrage him further. He let go of her throat and forced her legs apart and shoved his cock inside her with a grunt of satisfaction. She screamed in pain and rage, tried to push him off. He grabbed her throat and began to thrust. Even though she could barely breath she struggled managing to get a hand to his wound and push her fingers inside opening the wound more. More green blood came out as Scar roared in agony. He batted her hands and moved his claws to the wound was clutching at his neck unable to stop the bleeding. He struggled clearly gasping for breath and then collapsed on her.
Lex groaned under his weight feeling another rib crack when he landed on her. She could barely breath and knew there was no point struggling to get him off her as there would be too many of his kind to fight off. Not in her weaken state. She began to feel herself drift off knowing that it would be very unlikely that she would wake up. Despite the impending and likely death that awaited her she felt a good sense of triumph.
She had beaten this warrior.