Chapter song: Civilian by Wye Oak

If someone told me a month ago that I would lose my virginity to an alien, I would have thought they were crazy and laughed in their face, but here I was, panting with fervent desire underneath a blue man whom I hardly knew. I had gone twenty-two years without ever being seduced into a man's bed, but now I was begging Ronan to take away my innocence. I didn't know what was happening to me. Before I met Ronan, I didn't even think it was possible to reach the state of arousal I was experiencing now. It was intense, unbearable, scorching, and making me uncomfortably wet.

My body obviously had no issue with what was about to happen, but I couldn't silence the nagging voice in the back of my head. I didn't even know the man, yet I was ready to give him something that could never be returned or replaced. And what was up with him ignoring me? Two weeks ago he saved my life – again – and agreed to watch me sleep, yet today he adamantly tells me I am nothing but a prisoner to him. Why? His actions said I was more than a prisoner to him, but he seemed determined to prove otherwise. Why would he do this unless… wait…

Could it be possible that Ronan really does care for me and it frightens him? That would explain why he avoided me for two weeks and treated me so harshly today. Now that I thought about it, it almost sounded like he was trying to convince himself when he told me I was nothing more to him. Was I just grasping at straws trying to justify what I was about to do? Probably. But my intuition was telling me to trust Ronan, despite everything he did to me.

Honestly, I didn't even care anymore, especially now that Ronan's naked, heavy body was pressed against mine. The aching, tightening desire I felt in between my legs was making it hard for me to think clearly. What good has my virginity done for me anyways? I was probably never going back to Earth, so I might as well lose it to a hot, powerful, alien warlord – or whatever the hell he was. Fuck it.

Any remaining doubts I had quickly vanished as I felt Ronan's soft lips press against my neck, right below my ear. Slowly, and quite teasingly, his lips began to move downwards, planting kisses every few seconds along the side of my neck, until he reached a delicious spot near the bottom that made my toes curl. He stopped as he sensed my body's reaction, and for the briefest second I felt him smile against my skin before his practiced mouth began sucking on my neck more forcefully.

My back involuntarily arched at the wonderful sensation, causing my breasts to push into his solid, masculine chest. Every time he kissed my neck, I felt electrical pulses flow through my body down to my groin, and it was making me unbearably aroused.

"Ronan," I whispered. "Please, I'm ready," I said softly into his ear. He paused and snickered once in response, pulling himself up.

"No, you are not," he said, smirking at my pout. "Patience, Silvia. I have only just begun." He leaned back on his knees and eyed my clothes with distaste.

He gently pulled on my arms so I was forced to sit up and swiftly slid my shirt over my head, exposing my breasts. Out of habit I covered myself with my hands. My modesty was short-lived though, because Ronan immediately pushed me back down to the mattress, pinning my hands on either side of my head.

I watched him as my chest began to rapidly rise and fall. "You will not hide anything from me tonight," he said firmly. I meekly nodded in response, admiring his authority and confidence now more than ever.

When he was sure I would not cover myself again, he released my wrists and glided his fingers underneath the top of my shorts, making eye contact with me as he did so. As he began pulling the thin fabric down, I felt my cheeks grow warm as I remembered there was nothing underneath. Of course this would happen the one time I decide not to wear panties. With my bottom lip between my teeth, I watched Ronan's face as he removed the last barrier between our bodies. When I was finally completely exposed to him his eyes crinkled with delight. With deft hands he slid my shorts down the remainder of my legs and sent them flying across the room without a glance.

His eyes feasted hungrily on my naked, vulnerable body, and judging by his rigid length he was enjoying the sight. I crossed my legs and pressed my thighs tightly together, trying to create some kind of friction to ease the oppressive throbbing in my groin. He leaned forward from his kneeling position and hovered over me, staring with narrow, frustrated eyes.

He grabbed ahold of my inner thigh. "Stop," he growled, sending chills down my spine. I immediately obliged. When he began lowering himself onto the mattress to the right of me, I groaned in frustration and tried to pull him back on top of me.

"Not yet," he said. He propped himself up on his elbow and faced his body towards mine, all the while watching me with an amused look on his face. I could feel his impressive length pressed against my right outer thigh, just begging me to grab it.

"Ronan," I complained, rolling over to face him. But before I could make it to my side, Ronan's left hand seized both of my wrists and pinned them to the bed, while his right leg forced my legs open and kept them spread apart with his knee.

I had become extremely vulnerable in a matter of seconds, and it was absolutely terrifying. Being dominated by a strong, unrelenting man was uncharted territory. My stubborn, virginal mindset was beginning to kick in and it was urging me to protect my maidenhood. There I was, lying spread-eagle and bound to a bed; unable to move or cover up my naked body, so of course my first instinct was to fight.

The only limb of mine that remained unrestrained was my left leg, and I did not hesitate to use it. I began kicking at his right leg which was placed strategically between my own. And although I was fighting him, I could feel myself holding back because deep down I wanted him to dominate me. It was intimidating, unfamiliar, and frightening, but it was also exhilarating and made me feel strangely desirable.

As I struggled against his grip, I heard Ronan quietly growl before he leaned in and captured my neck with his mouth, instantly finding my erogenous zone. My body instantly relaxed and succumbed to the heavenly pleasure he was giving me, making me gasp and shudder against his body. While his mouth worked wonders on my neck, I could feel his right hand slowly traveling down my body, heading straight for my untouched cherry. Once again I attempted to wrestle out of his grip, but he only tightened his hold on my hands, making it impossible for me to move a single inch.

By now I was breathing loudly from the excitement and fear that overwhelmed my mind. Although I was scared, I didn't cry or scream for him to stop because I was desperate for his touch. I wanted it bad, and Ronan knew it too. Despite my obvious arousal, I couldn't stop myself from struggling against him. It almost felt like a game - a game I didn't mind losing. The stubborn side of me was holding me back, not allowing me to submit to him just yet.

When his hand cupped my warm, hairless mound, he removed his mouth from my neck and looked up to gauge my reaction. I slightly shivered as his large hand pressed harder into my folds, and this caused the corners of Ronan's mouth to curve into a devious smile. He continued to watch me with heavy eyes as one of his fingers began tracing the sensitive crease. All the while I squirmed and panted with growing excitement. Feeling another person's hands down there was exhilarating to say the least. His finger suddenly slipped in between the crease, causing me to gasp, and he instantly found the wetness which had begun pooling at my entrance.

His chest vibrated as he hummed deeply in appreciation. At the same moment, I felt his engorged muscle twitch against my thigh, making me gasp with surprise. His left hand tightened around my wrists when I whimpered, as if he expected me to try to escape again, but that was the last thing on my mind. All I could think about was how badly I wanted Ronan to plunge his finger deep inside of me and end this overwhelming ache. My hips instinctively lifted upwards in an attempt to push his finger into me, but this only caused Ronan to pull his hand back and 'tsk' with disapproval.

"Try that again," he said in a low, husky voice, "and you will be punished."

Judging by the way he was smirking at me, I knew he wasn't actually upset; but I also knew he meant what he said, and for some odd reason this caused my abdominal muscles to tighten with excitement.

I remained completely still as his fingers returned to my wet center, but I couldn't stop the strangled whimpers of sexual frustration from passing my lips. When his finger moved upwards to my throbbing bud, I completely lost it and writhed against his hold from the pleasure. His finger, which was now coated with my arousal, easily glided over my bud in small, circular movements, applying just the right amount of pressure. As his finger skillfully stroked my swollen nub, I could feel the familiar, building tightness in my lower abdominal muscles. I softly moaned and closed my eyes, trying to absorb every ounce of pleasure he was giving me.

As I came closer to my peak, my soft moans turned into loud, continuous, desperate moans of wanton need. I began having strong, involuntary muscle spasms within my legs and I was grateful at that moment for being pinned down because I was sure I would have accidentally hit him if I weren't. A thin layer of sweat coated my body as my abdominal muscles began contracting at a faster rate, burning and aching more and more each second.

When I felt my core become unbearably tight, I knew he was about to give me my first orgasm. After several faint, high-pitched moans, my body became rigid as I started to come, and all I could do was sit back and enjoy the blissful wave of ecstasy. Just as I was about to reach the high point of my climax, I felt Ronan's thumb replace his finger, and then I became aware of his middle finger pushing into my spasming tightness.

My eyes snapped open with surprise, completely caught off guard by his sly move, but they instinctively closed when Ronan began stroking my throbbing bud again. My legs began to shake and the muscles in my core tightened around his finger, eliciting a lustful growl from Ronan, and this of all things brought me over the edge.

"Please… Yes... I'm going to come… Oh, please don't stop," I moaned without thinking.

My hips involuntarily rocked against his hand, pushing him further into me; but unlike last time, Ronan did not pull away. His finger continued to glide in and out of me in slow, steady strokes as the last waves of my orgasm came to an end.

I opened my heavy, lust-filled eyes and found Ronan staring at me quite devilishly with flaring nostrils. His finger pushed further into me than before and I grunted loudly with impatience, wishing it was another, larger part of him and not his finger. Sensing my impatience, he began pushing another finger into my tight cavern, further stretching me. I couldn't help but wince at the pressure.

"Tell me," he purred as he positioned himself in between my legs. "Are you ready for me?" he asked in a challenging tone, forcing his fingers deeper into me.

I groaned as he began filling me with his fingers, making it feel as if I were being torn at my entrance.

"No," I whimpered, shaking my head.

"Well then," he said in a serious voice. "I suggest you quit whining." As his fingers began to withdraw from my sore entrance, I noticed he was watching me more closely than before, as if he were waiting for something.

Just when I felt some physical relief his fingers unexpectedly began pushing back into me again, making me inhale sharply from discomfort. It didn't sting as before, but it didn't feel good either. If I couldn't even handle his fingers, how the hell was I supposed to take the rest of him?

"Ronan," I said, trying to steady my voice.

"Your body will adapt," he said, sensing my fear. "Patience, Silvia," he reminded me softly.

He released his grip on my wrists and lowered his other hand to my wet folds, going straight for my sensitive bud. In only a few seconds, Ronan had me moaning and grasping at the bed sheets as my body became overwhelmed with pleasure. I thought one hand was great, but it was amazing what he could do with both at the same time. His left hand was working magic on my bundle of nerves, while his other fingers filled me up, plunging in and out of me with increasing speed. I felt an unfamiliar pressure building inside of me that I had never felt before, and it was driving me absolutely crazy. I wanted – no I needed him.

"Please, please, please," I cried out as my hands pulled at the sheets. "I want you inside of me," I begged, looking up at him.

"You are not ready yet," he said, staring at me with lust-filled eyes.

"Yes I am! Please, Ronan," I whimpered as I tried pulling him on top of me.

"You cannot han-," he began in an irritated tone.

"Now!" I shouted with desperation. His eyes narrowed with annoyance, but his lips curved upwards as he leaned over me, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Very well," he said slowly, his deep voice hinting of amusement. He began sliding the head of his length up and down my folds, coating it with my natural, silky lubricant.

He leaned in closer and lowered himself so his chest was pushing against my bosom, making me feel tiny in comparison to his large, wide frame. Goosebumps began appearing on my skin as he grazed his soft lips along my neck, stopping right next to my ear.

I felt him position himself at my entrance. "You asked for this," he said, his voice thick with desire. Without warning, he began pushing himself into me.

There was immediately a stinging sensation as he slid past my entrance, making me hiss and clutch at his smooth, bulging arms, but he continued pushing nonetheless. Although it burned from being stretched, it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. With his mouth eagerly sucking on my neck, his right hand reached down between our bodies and began stroking me at the precipice of my folds, causing all of my pain to disappear. My body immediately relaxed and opened up to his length, allowing him to slide even deeper inside of me. After nearly a minute of this, he stopped and raised his head to look at me.

His hand stroked my cheek, wiping a tear I did not know was there. "How do you feel?" he asked.

"I'm fine," I whispered softly, smiling at his concern. "I thought it would hurt more."

"I told you it would not hurt with me," he said, lowering his gaze between my legs. "Then again, I'm not yet halfway in." I felt my eyes widen with shock, and he smirked. He's not even all the way in? How big is this guy?

His left hand wrapped itself in my hair while his other hand caressed the side of my face. As he lowered his mouth to mine, I felt him pull out of me, leaving only the tip of him inside. My hands roamed across his back and neck as our lips pressed together, and I relished in feeling his muscles ripple with every movement. The masculinity that radiated off of him was intoxicating, and my legs subconsciously opened wider for him, silently granting him deeper access. His warm tongue pushed past my lips, easily forcing my mouth to open for him, and I was more than happy to submit to him. Just when I felt his tongue brush against mine, Ronan roughly pushed himself into me, causing me to moan into his mouth.

Over and over he thrust into me, each time almost pulling completely out and then slamming himself back in, deeper than before. My legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him deeper into me with each thrust, and this caused him to grunt with satisfaction.

After several minutes of this slow, delicious torture he began picking up the pace, and almost immediately I noticed something happening deep inside my walls. The pleasure I felt when Ronan's thick member pressed along my upper wall became magnified as his thrusts became quicker and more demanding, sending me into a spiral of sexual ecstasy.

My moans of pleasure transformed into loud, pleading wails as Ronan began slamming into me with full force. The sound of skin slapping together resonated around the room as he mercilessly pounded into me, and this only seemed to turn us on even more. His fingers dug into my hips with brutal strength, holding me still as I began writhing from the overbearing pleasure that made my muscles spasm.

There was a tremendous pressure building in my core and in the pit of my stomach, and soon my walls began quivering around his massive length. I could feel myself quickly approaching the edge of something magnificent, something I didn't think was possible your first time, and something even my experienced friends never got to enjoy. I was going to have an orgasm from penetration alone, and I knew this was only possible because Ronan was an expert at it.

"Silvia," he growled in a deep, raspy voice. "You belong to me now," he finished, emphasizing each word with a thrust.

I moaned loudly in response, incapable of forming words or thoughts at the moment.

He roughly pulled my head back by my hair. "Say it," he ordered darkly.

"I…I belong to you. Oh, God, please," I wailed as I felt my impending orgasm approach me. He smirked down at me triumphantly before he spoke.

"Scream for me, Silvia," he ordered, before his mouth latched onto one of my pert nipples.

His tongue swirled around the erect, pink bud before gently biting and tugging on it, making me cry out in pain and pleasure. It was the most amazing feeling in the world and I didn't want it to ever end. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as pleasure consumed my body, feeling as if every muscle was tightly wound and would explode at any second.

Just when I didn't think I could take it any longer, I felt my body become unusually still, as if it had become paralyzed with pleasure. A second later my back arched, which only encouraged Ronan to continue biting and sucking on my swollen breasts. My hands gripped onto his biceps in blind desperation as screams of pure bliss escaped my throat. I was having the best orgasm of my life. The muscles in my core actually pushed Ronan out of me as I came, and his eyes instantly darkened with pride and primal need.

"Yes," he growled as he forced himself back into me. "Again, Silvia," he demanded.

I just had the most amazing, intense orgasm of my life, and I was already feeling another one building as Ronan continued to relentlessly fuck me, driving me into the bed with each forceful push. Not even a minute later, I had another mind-shattering orgasm, and my abdominal muscles began to severely burn from the constant contractions. I didn't think it was possible, but this was actually feeling too good. As I felt my third orgasm approaching, my abdominal muscles began tightening up again, and I began panting for air because I was unable to catch my breath. Is it possible to pass out from sex?

"I can't – it's too much," I cried out in strangled gasps. My fingernails dug sharply into his lower back as I tried to find some form of release. He didn't seem to mind at all.

"Look at me," he demanded, grabbing me by my jaw.

I slowly opened my eyes and found his face hovering above mine, with his eyes locked on my own. We continued staring at one another for what felt like a lifetime, and for a brief second I could have sworn Ronan was inside of my mind. My eyes began fluttering closed as I felt myself approaching my peak, and in response Ronan increased his speed. I opened my eyes with surprise when I heard him begin to grunt every few thrusts, and watched his face as his eyes became filled with a dark, determined need I had never seen before.

His hands grabbed my hips once again, pulling me harder onto his throbbing muscle, and for the third time that night I climaxed. I moaned with joy as the evidence of my pleasure ran down my crack and onto the bed. Several seconds later, Ronan groaned and grabbed my hair before burying himself inside me as far as he could go, filling me with his hot seed in a few final thrusts.

When Ronan was finished, he rolled himself off of me and lied down next to my exhausted body. We both stared at the ceiling in silence, unsure of what to do or say next, but it was an oddly comfortable silence. The after-effects of hot, mind-blowing sex left me feeling naturally buzzed, like I was floating on cloud nine, so I was more than happy to lie here without speaking. After only a few, short minutes I began to drift asleep, but I was quickly pulled out of my peaceful slumber by Ronan's hand running along my arm.

"This does not change your situation," he said in a deep voice, barely above a whisper. I instantly rolled my eyes at his comment. Why did he feel the need to ruin the moment?

"You have a real way with women, Ronan," I muttered sarcastically at the ceiling. I heard him snigger, as if he was amused, and I turned my head towards him out of curiosity.

He continued staring upwards, slightly smirking at the ceiling, like he was thinking about something humorous. His head turned to my side of the bed when he noticed I was watching him.

"I am serious, Silvia," he warned quietly. His eyes narrowed in annoyance when he saw me raise my eyebrows skeptically at him.

"What happened just now…it means nothing to me," he cruelly replied. His eyes hardened before returning to the ceiling once again.

His mocking tone hurt more than I cared to admit, and it took everything in me not to cry. At least he's not looking at me right now, I thought, I don't want him to see me cry. It was unfair how easily he could hurt me with the sound of his voice alone.

I quickly wiped my eyes and sat up. "Fine," I huffed angrily. In the corner of my eye I saw him jerk his head in my direction. I wasn't in the mood to argue with him tonight. If he wanted to be an asshole, then he could do that all by himself.

"I'm going to my room," I mumbled irritably, staggering out of bed. As I reached down to pick up my clothes, I caught Ronan looking at me unhappily, as if he was angered by me leaving.

"What?" I asked loudly, irritated by his silence. His confusing behavior was really pissing me off. It was impossible to figure out what he wanted from me.

"Did I speak?" he replied coldly as he leaned back against the headboard. I sighed once again and bent down to pick up my panties. As I walked out of the room, I could feel his eyes watching me from the bed, but he didn't utter another word.

I fell asleep that night hoping Ronan would come in and apologize, but I was sadly disappointed.

The next morning I was unexpectedly shaken awake by an angry, shouting blue woman. Nebula. What the hell is she shouting?

"Did you hear me, Terran?" She growled over my head. Her hand roughly pulled the covers back and unknowingly revealed my naked body.

"Hey!" I shouted angrily back at her. "What the hell is the matter with you?" I asked as I jumped out of bed and began grabbing my clothes.

Nebula's face grew more furious by the second as she looked me up and down. I looked down to find out why she was getting so upset and immediately gasped. There were bruises in the shape of fingerprints all along my hips and outer thighs, and bite marks around my nipples. I didn't even remember him doing those things to me last night. I quickly dressed myself as Nebula continued to stare at me with a mixture of hatred and disgust.

"I get it now. The two of you are making a fool out of me. You know, don't you?" She asked loudly from across the room.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I muttered with increasing confusion. "Know about what?" I asked quietly as she scowled at me with pure hatred.

"You know why you're stronger than me. Tell me," she snarled through clenched teeth. "I want to know how!" She shouted as I vigorously shook my head.

"Nebula... I honestly don't know what the hell happened to me," I said, backing away as she marched towards me. "The other day – I – I don't know what came over me," I whispered.

"You do understand it is physically impossible for you to overpower me, don't you?" She said bitterly as she held up her robotic arm. "A mere Terran cannot defeat me, a trained assassin, in a matter of days," she said, stopping in front of me.

"What are you trying to say?" I asked uneasily. I didn't understand what she was getting at. Was she just jealous or was something seriously wrong with me? None of this made any sense to me.

"There is more to you than meets the eye," she said with a glare. "If you don't know, then Ronan does. Either way, I will find out the truth. I always do," she muttered angrily before turning on her heel to leave.

I stood there alone looking around the room feeling completely lost. What the hell was Nebula talking about? I didn't just wake up one day and decide - "hey, I'm going to become really strong and kick Nebula's ass," - and it wasn't like I had undergone some crazy, robot surgery like she did. I would have remembered that…right? I glanced down at my body uneasily. This is stupid, I thought with an angry sigh. Nebula was just being jealous. If Ronan knew why I was becoming unnaturally strong, he would have said something to me about it. In fact, he hasn't commented on my training or progress at all.

He hasn't said a single word.

Not a single, fucking word.

Wait…what the fuck did he know?

When I walked into Ronan's room I discovered it was empty, so I sat on his bed and patiently waited for him to return. As I quietly thought to myself, I felt a knot forming in my stomach, making me feel sick with unease. I was dreading this conversation. What if he tells me I'm actually an alien and everything I knew about myself was a lie? Were my parents not human? Was it from the pills I took? No. Nebula would have told me if it was the pills. Maybe he really did perform some kind of robot surgery on me and I'm secretly metal underneath this skin. No. I can clearly see the veins underneath my pale skin. Then what was it?

I was lying down on his bed when I heard the door open, and I slowly sat up and found him smirking at me from the doorway. I shuddered when I saw him dressed in his full armor and face paint because he appeared much scarier now than he did last night. This is going to be hard. He slowly closed the door behind him and placed the large hammer on the floor.

"Eager for more, are we?" he said, sauntering towards me. I held up my hands, making him stop and stare at me with confusion.

"I want to know the truth, Ronan. How am I able to defeat Nebula?" I asked in a quiet, yet determined voice.

I watched as his expression transformed from confused to irritated and cautious. It suddenly became very clear that Ronan did indeed know what was happening to me. I could already feel the anger bubbling up inside of me.

"Ronan, tell me," I urged, feeling my whole body go tense. He stared at me for a moment with clear annoyance written all over his face, but he also looked like he was thinking about something that worried him. Just when I thought I couldn't handle the suspense any longer, he slowly walked over to the bed and sat down next to me, but his eyes remained on the floor.

"When you were hit by the meteoroid…" he began slowly, "your body was far more damaged than I led you to believe," he continued quietly, still looking away from me. My heart thudded heavily in response.

"What did you do to me?" I asked, now shaking with anger.

"Steps had to be taken to ensure your survival," he said in a quiet tone, avoiding my question.

"Tell me what you did!" I yelled as tears dampened my cheeks.

He spun at me as if he was going to shout in response, but his eyes immediately softened when we made eye contact. After a few seconds his brow furrowed and his mouth slackened in defeat.

"I gave you a blood transfusion with my blood," he said, his voice growing lower as he spoke.

"You did… what…" I said shocked.

I was not expecting that.