The Alien's Patient Page 3

  What her wriggling did do was make her jeans slip down her thighs, a fact the creature capitalized on by dragging them down over her hips to bare her backside entirely. In seconds, the pale curves of her body were exposed to the ravages of his palm, and he slapped her just as hard on her bare skin as he had over her thick denim jeans.

  “Seriously! That hurts like hell! You’re going to kill me!”

  * * *

  This human had a distinct flair for the dramatic, Serkan noted. He had no doubt that she was feeling the effects of the punishment, but she was not in any kind of serious distress. Her respiration and heart rate were well within normal ranges.

  “I doubt that very much,” he replied. “Your skin is a pink hue, but not bruised, and this is the most padded portion of your body. You cannot lie to me, human. I know your anatomy better than you do.”

  “There’s no way that’s true!”

  He slapped her again, catching her low across the cheeks, and then pulled her pants down more to expose the length of her thighs. His next slap landed high on her right thigh and caused a bout of swearing.

  “How did I know that would be even less pleasant, if I did not understand your anatomy?”

  “It doesn’t take being an expert on my anatomy to know that hitting hurts!”

  “True,” he admitted, sliding his hand from her bottom to her thigh. “Perhaps a greater demonstration is in order. The female orgasm can be elusive if attempted by an inexperienced male. It can also form part of human discipline, under some artful circumstances.”

  He pulled her jeans down further, but they were still keeping her thighs pressed close together. She was now bared to her knees, the soft pouch of her sex exposed thanks to the bent-over position he had her in. It was a very pretty sight, lightly scented petals already beginning to respond to the stimulation he had provided to her deserving rear.

  Serkan adored the human female sex. It was so elegant in its design, modeled after an almost universal form of beauty. It was as alluring to any masculine creature as a flower to any pollinating creature. Serkan felt his manhood stirring as he looked at Faith’s most intimate regions, noticing that there was a significant rush of blood to the region simply as a result of being bared. He could see the sensitive tissues engorging beneath his gaze, the moistening of her slit resulting in a gleam that was spreading with every squirming roll of her hips. The finer details of the scene would have been lost to a human man, but Serkan’s species had incredibly good eyesight and perception. Every breath she took told a story to him, and the short little pants that began to emanate from her as he ran his hand up her thigh, stopping several inches from the mound of pleasure, told him everything he needed to know.

  He began to let his fingertips drift lightly over the soft skin of her thighs, teasing her gently. Her bottom was hot and flushed, his fingers printed over the outer edges of her bottom in a fashion he found very satisfying. She looked marked. She looked owned. He liked that. This human needed to be owned. She was clearly incapable of making good or moral choices of her own accord. She needed someone to show her what was right, and to provide stern consequence when she did what was wrong.

  He thought all these things as he stroked his palm up over her bottom and thighs, her thighs parting naturally as he soothed a little of the sting away from her punished flesh. Her hips began to lift as he let his fingers drift between her legs and run up the inside of her thigh. It was one of the most sensitive areas of her body and he felt her quiver as he let his digits approach the welcoming petals of her sex.

  “Please…” She moaned the word softly. He knew precisely what she was asking for. The air was thick with her pheromones, chemicals of desire that she was shedding like a flower in bloom. He should have been immune to their effects, but he was not.

  This was supposed to be punishment, but there was nothing punishing about the way his fingers found the core of her and began to circle gently around the entrance to her body, the gate from which her desire flowed down toward the tight little bud of her clitoris.

  She moaned, her body moving in a sensual fashion that was not entirely conscious. She was getting wetter by the moment, her slick juices covering his fingers with a slippery fluid ripe with her need. Serkan had known all the parts of a human woman for quite some time, but he had never appreciated just how beautiful they were until he saw them flowering with arousal now. Her body was preparing to be mated. He had initiated a biological cycle that would have its end one way or another. Serkan allowed his fingers to slip a little way inside her, their girth sufficient to stretch the entrance of her body. Faith let out a moan that could have been protest, but the thrust of her hips belied the noise as she pushed herself onto him, sheathing his fingers inside her tight, wet depths.

  Her inner walls gripped him, urging him to sink deeper inside her. Her body had a simple logic to it; the thick male flesh must go as deep as possible and it must spend itself inside her clenching cavity. Serkan watched Faith grind on his fingers with a hot amazement. It was quite stunning how with the right stimulation, she had put aside her mischief and her smart words and had become a simple animal creature writhing with noises that belonged to a much earlier, more primal language.

  Serkan let his thumb dip down and find the bud of her clit. As his skin made contact with the tight little nub, she bucked and let out a high-pitched cry, her pussy gripping his fingers harder than ever. His cock stirred in response, growing thick and hard inside his clothing. It had been a very, very long time since Serkan had an opportunity to mate, and satisfying his own urges did not take any of the edge off the urge they both shared. They were from species spread across time, but the elemental nature of their biology demanded sex in the same way.

  “You’re going to make me come,” she gasped, her hips bucking in that rhythmic way that would have made her pussy squirm all over his member had he allowed himself to take full advantage of the moment. She didn’t want fingers. She wanted a man’s rod. She wanted a cock deep inside her. And everything in Serkan was telling him to give it to her.

  It was with great effort that Serkan ignored his own rampant need. He very much wished to mate this human, but that could only serve to compound his errors. He had to hold back, and to remind himself that this was not about either of their pleasure. This was about proving a point and creating a disciplined environment. She had been exceptionally misbehaved… she was a very… very… naughty…

  “Please…” she whimpered again as his thumb began to massage her clitoris and his fingers performed a slow sluicing motion in and out of her. She looked over her shoulder at him, her green eyes lit with arousal, pale lashes hooded over her emerald gaze. “Take me.”

  Her simple invitation tore through the last of Serkan’s resolve. He did not know where his self-control had gone. He only knew that he had to be inside her.

  He picked her up from his lap and tossed her face down on the bed, tearing his clothing off so the thick length of his cock could stand free and he could take her without any of the fetters of clothes.

  She looked around and her eyes widened with what might have been fear. “Holy… god…”

  “I am larger than a man,” he said, pinning her in place with one hand between her shoulder blades as her hot red bottom squirmed over his sheets, her pussy leaving a trail of dampness wherever it wriggled. “But I think you can take this.”

  He pushed the head of his cock between her lower lips, found the core of her where his fingers had stretched her tight little hole, and began to press the thick tip of his eleven-inch-long cock against her relatively small pussy.

  “It’s too big!”

  “Humans have their offspring via this canal,” he reminded her. “My member is not that large. Spread your thighs for me.”

  He was ordering her abruptly, but it seemed to have only positive effects on her. She let her legs part obediently and lifted her hips so that the thick silvery head of his rod could split her lips apart. He ran the head of his rod alon
g her lips, the slick folds of her pussy caressing his cock like hot wet satin.

  “Ephemera forgive me,” he muttered as he plunged inside her wet, waiting pussy.

  Faith contracted in arousal, her inner walls gripping him with an embrace that felt more than physical. There was a need between them, a desire that he had been unable to resist from the beginning, and that was now powering him through this erotic escapade, knowing that he should not be plunging his cock deep into the pussy of a human woman who looked at him down her freckle-smudged nose with eyes of green mischief and wanton lust.

  He took her with all his passion and all his lust, throwing consequence to the wind as he plundered her tight little sex with hard, fast strokes. He could hear the sound of her juices being displaced with every pounding thrust.

  Like every action he had taken since laying eyes on her, this was wrong. Bad enough to take a human aboard his ship, but to mate with her? To share fluids with this hot, writhing, moaning little minx of a woman who… recrimination and better judgment had no role to play here. Serkan was as animal as any creature on the planet they had recently departed. He wanted one thing: to spend himself deep inside this woman.

  Serkan curled his fingers in her hair and tilted her head back, his lips finding the sensitive parts of her neck, the little erogenous zones he had a mental catalog of. She moaned as he kissed her there, his cock sliding smoothly in and out of her tightness. She was very wet, aroused by fear as well as passion. He could tell that she was afraid of him on some level, but it only served to excite her. This was a woman who lived for danger—and had almost died for it too.

  Serkan could barely control his desire for her. He could feel his cock throbbing, his semen roiling inside his body. It wanted to escape into her tight wet little chalice, it wanted him to spend himself deep in her squirming hot cunt.

  Serkan drew out to the tip of his cock, giving the shaft of his member some reprieve. The stimulation of fucking a human woman was intense. He had never expected it to feel this good. The topic of mating between his species, the Svari and humans was taboo, and now he knew why. Faith’s sex was a perfect match for him, hot and wet and creamy with her desire. Serkan felt a sense of mastery and possession growing. This wasn’t just some human. This was his human. And her tight, wet cunt was his to plunder as he desired.

  He pulled out of her pussy and flipped her over onto her back. She was still wearing far too much clothing, and now it was getting in the way. He tore her blouse at the center, buttons popping off and rolling over the floor and yanked her jeans all the way down her legs. The rest of her clothing was ripped from her in the same hungry fashion, which made her gasp and moan as he bared her sweet curves for the fucking. Only the blouse remained, sleeves on her arms, the front of it falling to the side to reveal those beautiful breasts, tipped with delicious pink buds.

  She arched her hips, presenting herself to him out of animal instinct. Serkan looked down at her with hungry eyes. He loved the way her pussy looked having been spread by his cock. He could see the little hole there, waiting for him to slide back inside her. Her lips were swollen and spread, puffy with her need and glazed with her juices.

  “What are you waiting for?” Her voice was husky with need. “Fuck me already.”

  Serkan let out a low chuckle. “You are not in control of this,” he informed her. “I will fuck you how and when I please.”

  Faith reached down and began rubbing her pussy, her fingers toying with her bud as she ignored his words and began to stimulate herself instead. He knew precisely what she was doing. She was trying to come.

  “Naughty,” he growled, flipping her back over onto her stomach once more. He needed access to her rebellious bottom. She had not been spanked nearly enough yet.

  “Ow!” Faith let out a shriek of complaint as his hand met her ass. “Fuck!”

  Those were the two things he wanted her to be thinking of, her sore bottom and his cock spearing into her tight little cunt.

  “Take the spanking,” he said. “And then you will have the sex.”

  She made a whimpering sound and some small vocalization about it not being fair, but she did stay in place as he spanked her more soundly. Serkan slapped her bottom with no small sense of satisfaction, watching her tender human flesh jiggle pleasingly and color for him. His palm landed many times on both cheeks, matching marks appearing as he grasped her hips and pulled her back onto his cock, impaling her on his thick shaft.

  She was so easy to handle when she was like this. Her relatively small frame took the power of his thrusts, his hard abdomen meeting her bottom with slap after slap as he fucked her, pulling her back and forth along his hard cock time and time again, sliding her tight little cunt along the length of his rod with increasing need.

  She felt damn good wrapped around him, her wriggling hips adding to the sensation as she willingly, eagerly worked her body against his. She was a minx, a sexual little vixen and he could not resist her. Her scent was becoming stronger to him, the pheromones rushing into his body with every breath he took, acting on his brain much like a drug.

  He fucked her hard, the wet sound of her sex being plundered filling the room, along with her little human cries of desire and need.

  “Oh, god… please… god… oh… fuck…”

  Her words were disjointed, but it was the tone that Serkan found so arousing. There was real desperation as she drew closer and closer to the brink of pleasure at which she would not be able to contain her responses anymore. He fucked her harder, taking her to that edge with steady powerful strokes that made her pussy take him deep and long.

  “Come for me,” he growled down at her. “Now.”

  She began to orgasm, the walls of her pussy clenching tight around his member, insistently drawing him deeper and milking him with rippling contractions that demanded his essence. Serkan could not resist. Her bottom bucking against him as she came, her tender skin marked red with the slaps of his hand was one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen. His own orgasm was triggered, his cum rushing from deep inside his body to flood her wet, fucked pussy. The volumes of his semen were much higher than human volumes and as he sank as deep as he could and held himself there against her quivering body he filled her twice over, his semen mixing with her juices to create a hot flow between them.

  Finally, Serkan collapsed on the bed next to Faith, drained of his seminal fluid. Faith lay beside him, flushed and beaming.

  “Wow,” she said. “I never had it like that before. That was hot.”

  It had been hot. It had been so hot that he’d lost his better judgment all over again. Now that the orgasmic sensations were fading from Serkan’s body and brain, he realized what a huge mistake he had made. He had compounded his original error by an untold factor, and the young woman beside him was going to end up paying for it.

  He sat up on the side of the bed and took a deep breath to try to clear his head. His blood was still running hot. It was impossible to think straight. His human lover had sated some of his most primal urges, but what was left in their wake was a hollow, growing sense of dread that this would not end well for either of them.

  Chapter Three

  “Satisfied now?” Faith lay on the alien’s bed, her butt aching from his alleged discipline, her sex leaking the fluids of an alien lover. His cum wasn’t like human cum; it was creamier and thicker and didn’t separate quite the same way. She risked a taste and found that it was actually quite delicious, sort of sweet and spicy with a richness that was surprisingly satisfying.

  This day had not turned out how she had expected it to when she woke up, but after a rough start, she was beginning to think that this might be one of the best days of her life. The man lying next to her in his bed was definitely not human. He was anatomically human enough to pleasure her better than any man in her life, but that was where the similarities ended.

  “Far from it,” he growled.

  He was still naked, and still hot as hell. She enjoyed letting her
eyes roam over his body, the muscled planes of his being all so perfect and well formed.

  “I have never been fucked like that before,” she said, stretching languidly. “I need a cigarette. I bet you don’t have one.”

  “I do not,” he said grimly.

  “You’re really irritable for a guy who just came gallons,” Faith pointed out. “Men are usually happier than this after sex.”

  Silver eyes swung sharply in her direction. “You’ve had a great deal of it, have you?”

  “I don’t have to be a whore to know most people are at least happy sleepy after they come,” she said, pointedly not answering his question. “What’s wrong with you?”

  “Sleeping with you does not improve matters,” Serkan said. “I have compounded my errors.”

  “It improved them for me,” Faith said, squirming around under the covers so she could curl up snugly in the bedding. “Though, you’re kind of a downer right now.”

  “I apologize for having a negative effect on your mood, human,” he said, standing up. His backside was possibly Faith’s favorite part of him. He had butt for days, round muscular cheeks she wanted to bite for some semi-feral reason. He covered it up with a pair of thick black trousers, pulling them up the length of his legs. Every part of him was good to look at. He was tall and powerful and even though he seemed to be racked with guilt, he was still managing to look handsome while he did it—which was good, because it was the only thing that made his moaning tolerable.

  The more clothing he put on, the more vaguely human he looked. He pulled a vest over his head, the fabric conforming obediently to the lines of his muscular frame.

  “Getting dressed doesn’t change what we just did,” Faith pointed out. “What’s the problem? Some kind of religious thing? Do we need to be alien married to do what we just did?”

  “As I explained,” Serkan said. “You are not supposed to be on this ship.”