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  He moves his attention even lower, on the inside of my thigh, and now his whole mouth is partly on my pussy lips while he licks and sucks and I don't know what else. That tongue has to be special.

  A little moan escapes me. "Maybe a little lower..."

  He gives another growl but keeps going. And if he's not doing it at least partly on purpose now, then he needs a basic lesson in female anatomy. Because he does it very, very right.

  I moan again, and it turns into a little whimper. I can't help it. He hits those special places down there that have a life of their own, and the sensations break through the fear and the panic I just felt. Or maybe the fear helps a little...

  "Oooh!" I whimper. Now he's getting really close to the main event.

  And I realize something.

  I could.

  I could actually.

  I could actually come.

  Right now. From that predator alien's mouth.

  He takes his mouth off me. "That should be all that's needed."

  Shit, I was so close. "Oh no, are you sure?"

  "Yes! I am sure. Don't question a male. Or any other superior."

  He turns me this way and that again, like you would a ragdoll to check if all its seams are intact.

  Then he sets me down on my feet.

  I feel my butt with my hands. Still there. Still a little larger than most. Still whole. Not a scratch. It feels just like usual.

  "How did you do that?"

  He looks down at me. "All warriors can do that. Healing in battle saves men and time."

  I point at his shoulder, where the red patch is larger than before. "Maybe heal yourself?"

  He glances at his wound, then takes a moment to reply. "It will heal."

  To me it looks pretty bad, but that’s his problem. “Okay.”

  The alien towers over me. His muscles bulge and flex whenever he moves just a little. He’s so much stronger than me it's just ridiculous. He could snap my spine using two of his fingers.

  But he hasn't done that. And I don't think he will.

  I don't know what it is. Instinct, maybe. Something primal deep in me, some part of me that intuitively just knows. Maybe it’s the prey instinct. This guy doesn't want to harm me. Hurt me, sure. He definitely could hurt me. But harm me?

  He healed me. But then he demands that I talk to him with respect.

  He's an asshole. An overbearing jerk with an air of superiority about him.

  And still, he's a good guy. I just know it.

  An alien warrior with a predatory view of the world who's a good guy. A good guy who invades an innocent colony and kills its defenders?

  "Why did you attack us?"

  He frowns. "I didn't attack. The Glup have a crude way of trying to secure victory. It sometimes works. My method works better."

  "Someone killed our guards. That wasn't you?"

  "It was the Glup. I would never invade like that. With ranged weapons against an outnumbered opponent? It's dishonorable. Even against an inferior species."

  A small spark of hope brightens my mind. Maybe he really is as good as I feel. "What's the Glup?"

  "Our competitors."

  "They're not your friends?"

  "The Glup have no friends."

  "Uh-huh. I only saw you back there."

  "I was there," he confirms. "Seeking cover from the Glup weapons. They can sting when you're hit."

  "How many of our guards did you kill?"

  He frowns. "During a Competition? I killed none! And I doubt the Glup did. Their weapons have a stun setting that I would imagine they used. Though I don’t know."

  I relax and lower the arm covering my chest, letting him see my naked breasts. I believe him. Totally. He has all the power here. He has no reason to lie. And this guy has never lied in all his life. Why would he?

  It makes sense, too. He did look like he was seeking cover while observing the fight from a distance. He had no weapon. And if he were part of the invading force, then where are they now? There's only one flying saucer here. And it doesn't have room for anyone else.

  "What happens to the colony now?"

  "The Glup were notified that I have won. They will now have ended their invasion."

  There are many things I don't understand about all this. But my mind is muddled, and the things he’s saying are putting my mind at ease. “So, are we done here?”

  He’s staring holes in my skull with those sparkling eyes. “Does your species use names?”

  “None of your fucking busin— um,” I begin. Then I think that maybe it’s better if he does know my name. So he thinks of me as a person and not an object. I think I read something about that once. If you’re abducted, make your assailant think of you as human. I have definitely been abducted. And maybe building a little bit of rapport could be a good idea. “Actually, my name is Althea. What’s yours?”

  5

  - Brox -

  I stand up, like I always do when I say my name, chest high, feet wide apart, chin raised.

  “My name... is Baërr’rokz’zc.” I swell with the pride I always feel at saying my glorious name out loud. The luxurious sounds resonate in my mouth and then fill the air around me, notifying the universe and all the gods that I am here, Crusher of Enemies, Defeater of The Unclean, Conqueror of Space, Scion of the Nux Clan. I can virtually feel my noble ancestors slap me on the back in recognition and acknowledgment.

  Althea nods with some eagerness. “Brox.”

  I frown. Did she not hear?

  “Baërr’rokz’zc!” I repeat so the whole ship vibrates.

  “Brox?” Her voice is small and her face is whiter than before.

  No, she heard it fine.

  My teeth start grinding all by themselves, a growl begins vibrating my throat, and I fix her with my eyes for five rapid beats of her small heart, seeing her pupils dilate in alarm and hearing her sharp intake of breath, before I realize that she’s not doing it on purpose. That is just how she hears it.

  I look away and briefly ponder the heart-breaking futility of conveying the depth, beauty and sophistication of my people’s language, and my own very heroic and traditional name, to such a shallow and inferior species.

  I sit down again and close my eyes in sheer emotional distress. “Yes.”

  The door to the control room opens and Bleep zooms in again, shining in semi-alarmed orange. “What was that?”

  I glare at her. “What was what?”

  The little robot zips around the room as if looking for danger. “The whole ship just shook. And it sounded like your name.”

  “It was.”

  She stops and turns a puzzled blue. “Oh. You just yelled your own name for no apparent reason?”

  “It has been too long since it was spoken loudly, the way it should be. It was time,” I growl.

  “And you have stripped the Trophy. Fine, the rules don’t specify wrapped or unwrapped. She’s not a bad-looking thing. Not too many tits. But the ones she has are nice. What the hell is up with that head. Is that fur?”

  “So it appears,” I grunt, wanting the robot gone.

  “Damn, it’s thick. And on her pussy, too. But nowhere else. So kinky. Okay, organics. Play nice. Or not.”

  She zips back into the control room, and this time the door closes normally behind her. She doesn’t keep a grudge for more than a minute. Except to other robots.

  Althea’s eyes are as round as the portholes on an old Garfysh cruiser. “What the hell is that?”

  “That was Bleep.”

  She frowns. “You know that statement doesn’t actually explain anything?”

  “Bleep is my teammate.”

  “Still waiting for an explanation that explains something.”

  My eyes are attracted to her pussy with its light covering of dark fur. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. But I appreciate it immensely. “That tone is not appropriate.”

  She immediately hides her charms with both hands. “And you just sitting there ogling m
e is appropriate, freak?”

  The air is thick with her pheromones and the musk from her slit, which I now suspect must be quite moist. I imagine I’m sending out some pheromones, myself. And I notice her eyes are as drawn to my crotch as mine are to hers.

  And yet her tone is too scandalous for words. Is she tempting me on purpose?

  6

  - Althea -

  His face darkens. I should change the subject.

  I point to the bullet hole in his shoulder. "I'm sorry I did that. I didn't mean to. My finger slipped, and—"

  "You shot me." His weird, twinkling eyes shoot flames again.

  Shit, I should not have reminded him. Again I feel the instinctive fear.

  But actually, I'm not going to apologize. Again, I mean. "That’s right. Hey, blue dude. You and your friends fucking invaded our peaceful colony. Did you expect us to just stay there and be massacred? Yeah, I shot you. In self-defense. And you know what? I'd shoot you again right now if I had a gun. Right in your fucking face."

  It’s maybe not entirely true. But shit, his overbearing attitude is getting to me.

  He takes one step closer, and I take one back until I bump into the wall. I have to crane my neck to look at his face.

  "Your manners are outrageous. You need to be disciplined. But don't worry. I have disciplined many ill-raised females. And the result is always good."

  Again he sweeps me off my feet and into his arms. He sits down with me over his lap.

  7

  - Brox -

  I place her across my lap with her luxurious behind pointing up.

  She is in desperate need of discipline.

  I don't mind her shooting me. That was fair enough. There was a battle. I didn't take part in it, but I can understand her confusion. She defended herself and her colony with a weapon at her disposal. If anything, it’s worthy of admiration. Females are not natural warriors.

  But her behavior towards me, a larger male and her captor! Yes, I enjoy spirited females. They are more fun than those who are docile from the beginning. But I am shocked at some of the things this one is saying.

  "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she yells. Even now, in this position. Any female I've had before would have the sense to be quiet.

  I respond with a sharp slap on one round, soft buttock.

  "Ow! Do you seriously think you're going to spank me?"

  Yes, this one needs discipline. Of several varieties. Definitely.

  I got a good look at her when I examined her for injuries. I gave her a thorough examination, because she had more injuries than I first realized. And now I’m looking again, because this is pleasant.

  She has smooth pale skin with just a hint of darker tone. Her shape is almost laughably feminine. Her behind, especially. And here it is, presented for me. Round and heavy and with a deep, long crack down the middle, almost all the way to her unspeakably alluring slit. There is more of the thin strands there, like on her head, except these look even more like fur.

  Why have I never heard of this species before? The beauty is almost overwhelming.

  The healing procedure took care of her injury back here. Now there's hardly a trace of it.

  I let my fingers stroke the now sealed and smooth skin. I would say it's ready to receive punishment.

  I give the round, upturned behind several slaps, just to gage. The human flesh jiggles enticingly and turns a fetching pink where I've struck it. This has to be one of the more attractive behinds I’ve spanked. The paleness turning pink adds a particular charm.

  "Oooww! Stop that! Fucking pervert!"

  I shake my head. "Such terrible words you use. Who has been responsible for your discipline? It leaves much to be desired."

  She sprattles and writhes and kicks, and I have to place my leg over hers to keep her from kicking her foot over her behind and so disturb my strokes. Unmistakably female pheromones tease my nose, as well as a musky scent that made me somewhat dizzy when I was healing her. When was this female last mated? She appears to be more than ready for it.

  I rub her smooth skin, gently pinching and spreading. "You were made for this, did you know? All standard-pattern panseeded sentient biped mammals have females with especially protruding and eye-catching hindquarters. It is so that part attracts punishment from the males. So that the males know where to place the strokes when the female has provoked them."

  "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, you fucking weirdo."

  No, she can take more, I deem. And harder. I don't think she's felt any sting yet.

  I give her a few harder ones, and the pleasantly fleshy bangs fill the lounge.

  "A smaller female must submit to a larger male. In words and actions. That is seen in every species. It is a universal law as old as life itself. You must comply with that."

  "And you must go fuck yourself."

  No, this isn't working. I don't want to hit her any harder just yet.

  There are other ways. And they are even more pleasant for the disciplinarian than this was.

  I give her one last slap on her behind.

  “You enjoy saying the word ‘fuck’, I notice. It makes me wonder if you will also enjoy the act.”

  8

  - Althea -

  “The act? Of fucking?”

  He puts me down on the floor and I stand there, rubbing my butt. It’s actually not that sore. I know he could have hurt me much, much worse with those huge, blue hands and his gigantic muscles.

  He still holds my arm. “Will you now behave with proper respect? Will you stop your filthy swearing?”

  I have the perfect reply. “Fuck you.”

  He scratches his chin with long, alien fingers that are still pretty human-looking, apart from the size and the color. “I wonder if you might be somewhat lacking in intellect.”

  I think for two seconds. “What? Did you just call me stupid?”

  “I would think that you can see the uneven strength here. You should be able to easily recognize that you are completely outmatched. And still you continue to show me disrespect. You disobey my orders when I tell you to not swear.”

  I think he has a point. And still, there’s no way in hell I’m going to show any respect to this alien invader. He or his friends or whatever they were killed at least one Forcie. They destroyed the comms dish and the antenna mast. He put a dog collar on me, for crying out loud.

  “Go to hell.”

  His eyes flare up, and again he just grabs me and puts me across his lap.

  "That is the most terrible thing anyone has ever said to me," he seethes, and then he gives my ass several hard slaps on each cheek. These really sting, and I cry out. I even consider explaining that it's not an unusual curse on Earth. But fuck no. I'm not apologizing.

  I can hear him give an alien sigh in exasperation. "I can see this is too weak discipline for you."

  I can feel him spreading my cheeks and probably studying what's between them, and I reflexively try to clench my ass shut.

  He responds with another slap. "Stay still."

  "What the hell are you doing back there?"

  "I am examining your sex. And I'm finding it very wet."

  The words make my pussy clench, too. All by itself. But it clenches around nothing. It really wants something in there.

  "You can't do this to me."

  "It appears that I can. As any male can do to a female who is disrespectful to him and who presents herself ready to be mated."

  What the fuck?

  "I'm not ready for anything like that." He’s crazy. God, what would it be like?

  "Your slit is dripping. You are in heat. " He slips one finger between the labia, and it slides along so easily that he must be right.

  An involuntary shiver goes through me. That feels a little too good. I don't want to feel like this. Not now. Not with him.

  My butt is tingling with the heat from the spanking he gave me, the ultimate display of mastery and domination. He can do anything he wants
to me.

  I arch my back a little, opening my slit slightly more to his finger. I can't help it. All my nerve endings down there are screaming for more, more.

  He places a heavy hand on my butt. "What will it be? You apologize, and I will deem you reformed. I will give you a new garment. If you don't, I will fuck you."

  My body tightens, and I gasp. Yes. Fuck me.

  He rubs the smooth, sensitive and now pretty sore skin on my butt. The intimacy is overwhelming. He switches between punishing strokes and the most sensitive, tingling touch effortlessly. Oh, he has had many women just like this. He must have. He knows just which buttons to press.

  I should apologize. I really should. I'll get dressed and maybe he'll let me go. It's the rational thing to do.

  But he put a fucking dog collar on me. He stripped me and spanked me. And he took part in the invasion of my colony.

  No. I'll never apologize.

  "Apologize now," he urges as one of his fingers gently caresses my labia, producing sloppy, wet noises so scandalous that I really should cringe. But instead, I spread my thighs even more. Shit, he's good.

  "Go to hell," I spit again. It got a really big reaction last time.

  "Very well. You choose to get fucked."

  I squirm over his lap, but his invading finger stays between my lower lips. "I didn't choose that." Oh, please fuck me.

  "You did." He grabs me around my waist, and suddenly I'm on the soft floor of the spaceship, looking up at his gorgeous face and his huge bulge. I swear it pulsates with a life of its own.

  "I did warn you," he says, and his voice is a little more gravelly than before. "You knew the deal. I gave you a very generous offer. Anyone else would have jumped at it. But you didn't. I think you want this as much as I do. If not more."

  In one motion, he rips his pants off. His cock strains skyward. It's blue and it's big. And it's not like any cock I've ever seen before. A surge of heat shoots through my lower stomach. I want that thing inside me. And I fear it.