“You will be my pet,” he says. “I will look after you. I will make sure you don’t get stuck in any booby-trapped shuttles, and that you don’t get captured.”

“That’s because you already captured me,” I point out.

“That’s right,” he growls softly. “I already captured you, and I intend to keep you.”

It’s very sexy, and I suppose there’s something to be said for letting him have his way with me. I try to fight my way through the spell he is casting on me, and my own desire that is just as effective and maybe even more problematic.

“But…”

“Shhh,” he says. “Let me show you what it will be like.”

He nuzzles my neck and I feel his teeth glancing over my skin. He could be very dangerous, if he wanted to be. I remember how he ripped through the hull of my ship as if it were made of cardboard. He has those big, thankfully retractable claws too. I am in as much danger as I have ever been with anybody when I am in his presence, and yet I am starting to feel remarkably safe.

“I’m going to bite, just a little,” he says. “Don’t move.”

“Wha…”

He lowers his head to my neck. I feel myself turning my head to allow him to access that delicate part. I don’t know why I am being so compliant again. Curiosity, maybe. I want to see what he does with me.

At first I feel his hot breath, and there’s a moment where his lips meet my neck that makes a hot trickle of desire run through my pussy. I am still suspended on his thigh, still grinding against him like a wanton little thing with no standards at all. Look at me, first time away from the colony on my own and I am about to get fucked by an alien.

I feel a series of little scratches on my neck, and I know that his teeth have pierced my skin. His hands are on my hips, keeping me in place as he suckles at my neck. I become aware that something is happening. Something unlike previous episodes in which I have been bitten.

Usually it just hurts.

This… doesn’t hurt. His teeth must either be far sharper than I realized, or… oh, there’s definitely something else going on. I am being given something even as I am being taken from.

There is a lightness to my being as whatever is in his mouth or fangs starts to suffuse my blood and brain.

“Oh, my god,” I moan as his tongue works on the skin of my neck, gently lapping.

Heat starts to swirl low in my belly. My pussy starts to tingle. He is not physically touching my sex, and yet I feel as though I am being played with expertly.

I arch my hips toward him, but he holds my hip more firmly and keeps me in place. I grind at air as the sexual intensity builds inside my body. My clit feels like it is swelling and becoming more sensitive. He slides his thigh away from me, which seems like a terrible cruelty. I could come so easily if I could rub on him, but he does not want to let me do that.

On and on it goes, the teasing and the sensation, the being held in place and the having every part of my body being pleasured in this wildly unorthodox way.

“Oh, my gods, oh, my…” I am moaning at the top of my lungs. I might not be able to move, but I can wail as a climax is drawn from me, pulled out of every cell of my being. There is an absolute crescendo of release inside me as I come still grinding on thin air.